All language subtitles for A.murder.is

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You didn't tell me everything, did you, Mona, about Rudy's shouts?

Yeah. I told you everything.

I told you... nearly everything.

Tell me the rest.

My mum said that I'd be an...

an accessory before the fact.

Do you know what that means?

It sounded horrible.

I'm sure your mother's wrong.

What happened?

Well...

The night Rudy died...

we were supposed to be going to the pictures,

and then he said he wouldn't be able to come,

and I got cross because I just had me hair done.

And I told him I didn't fancy being stood up by a foreigner.

And he got mad at that and showed me that advertisement in the paper.

The one that said a murder is announced?

He said it was a silly English joke.

There's always going on about silly English jokes.

What exactly did he say he was going to do?

He told me he was going to stage a sham hold-up,

pretend he was a gangster and scare all the people.

Why was he doing this?

Because somebody was paying him.

He said he'd be well into pocket,

and he was going to buy me a...

a watch.

Somebody paid him to put the advertisement in the local paper

and do the hold-up.

Yeah.

Who?

He never said.

You're sure about that?

Sure.

Honest.

I mean, I'd tell you if I knew.

Now that I know, it don't make me an accessory.

Did you know he had a gun?

I'd go out with a bloke if I thought he had a gun.

And anyway, I don't believe he ever had a gun.

He told me it was just a silly English joke

and that he was going to enjoy laughing at their silly English faces.

I mean, it stands to reason he wouldn't have done it

if he thought he was going to get shot himself, would he?

It'd be very funny, he said.

Some joke.

Oh! Oh, Inspector Craddock,

have you had any success with Myrna?

You're quite right, Miss Barple.

She hadn't told me the full story.

No, no, I thought not.

As you suggested,

somebody paid Rudy Schatz to place the advertisement and stage the hold-up.

And there's no indication as to who it was?

None at all.

Inspector, I should be staying in Chipping Cleghorn for the next few days.

I don't suppose there's anything I can do, but I shall in fact be at the vicarage.

In case you should want me.

The vicarage?

Mrs. Harmon, the vicar's wife, is a distant niece.

So I took the liberty of inviting myself.

So, er, I may perhaps see you again in Chipping Cleghorn.

I dare say.

Oh!

Guess what?

Um, you want me to be Archbishop of Canterbury?

Very close.

Aunt Jane's coming to stay.

Oh, even better.

I knew you'd be pleased.

Aunt Jane is coming to stay.

I seem to remember telling you so a minute ago.

A man dies in highly suspicious circumstances here in Chipping Cleghorn and suddenly Aunt Jane

is coming to stay.

Yes, I noticed that too.

Hmm.

So, whoever paid Rudy Shirts to play these silly games, is it the same person who tried to shoot Miss Blacklock?

It's possible.

He or she could have crept up behind Shirts in the dark, fired the shots, then dropped the gun.

He or she?

We have to keep an open mind.

You mean that refugee woman who works up at the house?

She's a bit hysterical.

No, I don't mean the maid.

I mean we have to keep an open mind.

It seems obvious Shirts wasn't the murdering kind.

And there's no evidence the gun belonged to him.

It was a German automatic.

Yeah, and since the war, the whole country's awash with German guns.

Anybody who was in the services might have brought it home as a souvenir.

Laura, my dear!

I can't find my pistol.

Well, you don't need it today, do you?

That isn't the point.

You mean you really can't find it?

I thought that's what I said.

Oh, my goodness.

It should be in here.

When did you see it last?

God knows, months ago.

Well, I remember clearly, I saw it on Saturday.

On Saturday, are you sure?

Absolutely certain.

You were grumbling about your collars and the laundry.

Come, come, my dear, I never grumble.

You were grumbling.

You were grumbling.

And I looked in this drawer and the gun was there.

It was the day after that business at Little Paddock's.

And I remember thinking, well, at least it wasn't your gun he used.

Unless he took it, did the job, replaced it.

And then stole it again.

Rather tricky, as the young man was dead.

Well spotted, my dear.

Still, we needn't bother the police about it.

It's just an old war souvenir.

No bullets, no license come to that.

Mum's the word.

You're my old war souvenir.

I've got a couple of letters I must write.

To begin with, the story Rudy Schertz told you when he visited the house was a pack of lies.

He wasn't the son of the proprietor of the Hotel des Alpes in Montreux.

Which explains why I didn't recognize him.

Well, who was he?

He'd had various jobs.

A hospital orderly in Bern, a waiter, a shop assistant.

Wherever he went, things tended to disappear.

A picker up of unconsidered trifles.

Exactly.

The Swiss police were becoming a little tired of him,

so he armed himself with forged papers and came to England.

Another displaced person with a good cover story.

Why pick on me?

Yes.

Why should he want to murder Letty?

He didn't want to murder you, Miss Blacklock.

It looked as if he did.

He burst in here with a gun and I'm sure...

He was paid to do that.

Paid?

Yes.

Somebody else wanted to have me murdered.

Is that what you're suggesting?

That is what the evidence suggests.

Nobody could possibly want to murder Letty.

It's ludicrous.

Please understand, Inspector.

I have no hidden Rembrandts.

No enemies that I'm aware of.

And no guilty secrets about myself.

Or anyone else for that matter.

I would like to speak to your maid.

Is she at home?

Hannah's in the kitchen.

Because she's a foreigner, she's an automatic suspect.

Is that it?

No.

That's not it.

She works hard and her papers and her permit are in perfect order.

The same applied to Rudy Schertz.

The late Rudy Schertz.

I'm beginning to lose patience with Inspector Craddock.

He's only trying to protect you, Letty.

Protect me?

I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself.

But don't you see?

See what?

If somebody paid that young man to kill you and it didn't work,

then whoever it is, well, he's likely to try again.

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm being a bit slow in the uptake, aren't I?

It's natural.

You've had a difficult time.

Apart from that,

I think you should tell Mr. Craddock everything.

What does it matter what I say?

I'm just a refugee.

If I say the wrong thing, you can always send me home.

Unless you send me to prison.

Besides, you shouldn't be talking to me.

You should be talking to that nice English lady.

Which nice English lady?

Mrs. Hames.

Why should I be speaking to Mrs. Hames?

The young man.

He comes to the house and asks Miss Blacklock for money.

Do you know about that?

Miss Blacklock told me.

I watch him go.

I watch him go.

He stops and talks to Mrs. Hames.

In the summer house.

What do you suppose they were talking about?

I don't know.

How to steal Miss Blacklock's money, I expect.

Miss Blacklock isn't a rich woman.

She is richer than me.

She's richer too than Mrs. Hames.

Mrs. Hames is a fine lady who loses her husband and no longer has any money.

She sends her son to school and has to work as a gardener.

That is not a proper job for a fine English lady.

Will you excuse me please?

I need the kitchen to myself.

I have to make a very careful sauce.

Wrong door, Inspector.

That one doesn't open.

It's from when there were two rooms.

I need the kitchen to myself.

I have to make a very careful sauce.

Wrong door, Inspector.

That one doesn't open.

It's from when there were two rooms.

We used to have the whole table against it.

When was the table moved?

A couple of weeks ago.

Something to do with flowers.

Philippa, Mrs. Hames, did a big vase.

All twigs and branches and people getting their hair tangled up.

So we moved the table.

Is it nailed up?

No. Just locked.

Do you have the key?

Yes.

In here, I think.

Yes, here.

There.

Careful.

There might be something resting against the inside.

This door's been open quite recently, Miss Banner.

The hinges in the lock have been oiled.

Good gracious.

Which means?

You'd like to wash your hands.

Which means?

When Schertz came in this door and did his party piece,

anybody could have slipped out through the other door, stood behind him and fired the shots at you, Miss Blackland.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Are you suggesting that one of my names?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Who's your main suspect, Inspector?

The vicar's wife?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

We have to be very direct about this, Miss Blacklock.

if you die, who benefits?

Oh, he could have slipped out through the other door, stood behind him and fired the shots

at you, Miss Blacklock.

Oh.

Are you suggesting that one of my neighbors, one of my nice commonplace neighbors, slipped

through that door and tried to murder me?

Oh.

Who's your main suspect, Inspector?

The vicar's wife?

We have to be very direct about this, Miss Blacklock.

look if you die who benefits patrick and julia oh and bunny here gets a small legacy and all

the furniture in the house i didn't know that thank you let it's hardly the sort of thing one

talks about as a rule but i i still think you should tell the inspector yes bunny i know what

you think and i am going to tell him now i think we should both like a cup of tea if you'd be so

kind i'm sorry i'll see to it what is miss banner anxious for you to tell me i'm not worth murdering

now inspector but in a few weeks time i might be why because i should be a very rich woman

please sit down

does the name randall girdler mean anything to you

well perhaps you're a little too young he was a financier died just before the war yes 1938

well until his death i was his personal secretary well more a junior partner really

when he died he left all his money in trust for his wife bell but if she dies before me

i inherit a great deal of money randall girdler was a millionaire so yes a great deal of money

you said you might very soon be a rich woman is mrs girdler likely to die yes

that may sound callous inspector but you asked the question and that's a truthful answer

bell girdler is a very sweet creature and an invalid we exchange cards and letters at christmas time

and her nurse keeps me informed of her medical condition

i gather it may now be only a matter of weeks

where does mrs girdler live in scotland perhaps you'll let me have the address before i leave

yes going back three spaces patrick and julia are the beneficiaries in the event of your death

yes but if you die before mrs girdler what happens then bell and randall had no children

so when he made his will he nominated the offspring of his sister sonia

and who are they please don't laugh inspector but i only know them as pip and emma

pip and emma yes but where are they nobody knows girdler's sister sonia married some smooth

talking greek called stamford is more or less a crook and they lost contact with the girdlers

except it's known that they had two children born in the early 1920s

so they'd now be 25 26 the same age as patrick and julia

yes is that possible

miss blacklock's never seen them mrs girdler's never seen them so yes it's possible as i say

you have a lot of checking to do where are we going back to hq no we're not i want to speak to

mrs haymes see what she was doing in the summer house

i'm happy to verify a statement if it means i can stand up straight

a dead man rudy sherts you told me he was a stranger to you

yes

did you at any time have a conversation with him in the summer house at little paddocks

in the summer house in the summer house it's absurd who told you that

a statement was made to me that you were seen speaking to him

i expect it was hannah

she tells lies

i've never met rudy sherts in my life

and i couldn't have seen him i'm here every day

thank you mrs haymes

good morning colonel

morning inspector

you're up bright and early

habit of a lifetime up with alarm

check for the offensive perimeter

i'm told you have a german pistol

yes unofficially of course

souvenir of victory and all that

may i see it officially

well fact of the matter is inspector damn thing's disappeared

i see when

all i can tell you is that my wife saw it in my drawer last saturday

you mean it disappeared after the killing

well according to my good lady yes

i see

well i'll leave you to check your defensive perimeters

you know the english village has changed since before the war

that's rarely because the whole world has changed

village like chipping kighorn for example

it may look the same

simple and peaceful and eternal

but it isn't

you see in the old days

everyone knew each other

and if someone new came to the village

then they brought letters of introduction

they'd either been in the same regiment

or the same ship

or the same colony

as someone already living in the village you see

and that no longer applies

oh gone forever i suspect

well the big houses are sold the cottage is converted and

people simply come in from anywhere

from india

hong kong or italy and

made a little money and are able to retire

no letters of introduction

no roots

you'll have to believe their stories and take them at their faith value

plus their ration books and identity cards

oh can you really believe in a ration book and identity card

horrible things

inhuman

so pip and emma could be patrick and julia

oh quite easily i imagine but

i think they sound rather fun

not at all the homicidal type

but i'll try and find out

you will be careful won't you

oh of course

a policeman asking questions is open to the gravest suspicion

but

an old lady asking questions

is just an old lady asking questions

who's the old lady

mrs harman's aunt

i could go to my room and pretend to work

well mrs harman's quite fun

pick of the village idiots really

shall i be charming and terribly amusing

no

not a good idea

it must have seemed quite dreadful to you

like chicago come to chipping cleghorn

i was scared stiff

well it was rather an alarming experience

but it must have seemed quite providential

when the young man tripped himself up and shot himself

of course burglary is so violent nowadays

there used to be a certain grace and decorum about it

but i blame the war miss marple

don't you

and the viennese waltz

absolutely

yes

and was that the door that he came in at

yes

the very one

and i'm told there were bullet holes

right over here miss marple

oh i've never seen a real bullet hole

may i

yes of course please

it's a miracle lost he wasn't killed

gracious

but you were jolly severely wounded

weren't you

are you fully recovered now miss blacklock

yes of course it was only a scratch

i only wear this plaster to get sympathy from my nearest and dearest

it doesn't work

unfortunately

so you were over here when it happened

i'd just gone for the cigarette box

then the lights went out

what a delightful lamp

dresden

really

it's one of a pair

the others in the spare room

really

i'd forgotten about that

i like nice things

don't you

oh oh yes indeed

oh yes very much

i'm afraid i can't work up any enthusiasm for possessions

do you like nice things

i prefer naughty things

julia

i have very few possessions

all of them precious

and each one

a cherished memory

and as for photographs

people don't seem to keep photographs nowadays do they

they

i do

have hundreds

all my nieces and nephews

when they were babies and children and grown up and parents

what a horrible one of me with a squid and a fox terrier

and despite all your aunt says

i'm sure she's got hundreds of photographs of you all tucked away

we're only distant cousins

to tell you the truth miss marple

i didn't remember these two existed

until earlier this year i had a letter from their mother saying they were going to be studying in this area

and when did you last see my mother

oh about 30 years ago

i remember she was very pretty and luckily we both inherited our good looks

not only that you're quite right miss marple

aunt letty has a marvelous old photograph album we looked through it the other day

but i'm not obsessive about the past

well i of course have more past than future

oh don't be silly aunt jane

my dear you've married a vicar

you must know we're allocated three score years and ten

and i shall soon be overdrawn

you did it on purpose didn't you

what my dear talked about photographs

well i now know that miss blacklock had never seen patrick and julia in the flesh

until they turned up on their doorstep

and rang the bell

exactly

tomorrow i shall explore your village

quite small won't take long

oh there are all things in chipping claghorn

per ratio than i dreamt of in your philosophy

i dare say

per ratio i thought he had a bridge

good morning philippa hello

what are you doing

can't you see

well i'm no gardener

i mean you seem to be poking around aimlessly in the soil

i'm pricking out winter lettuce

and um exquisitely too

please go away edmund

you've no business to be here

wrong i have business

mrs lucas rang my mama this morning

very anxious to trade one of her surplus vegetable marrows

for um

a pot of honey

yes we're swamped with vegetable marrows

so uh i have my alibi using the word loosely and incorrectly

there's no question of dalliance

good

faultily faultless

icily regular splendidly now

i beg your pardon

it's tennyson writing about maude but it's really about you philippa splendidly now

it isn't much of a compliment

but it isn't meant to be

it's meant to stir you into speaking

what are you like what do you feel

that's my business

it's mine too

oh can't you see i'm smitten

i didn't want to fall in love with you

i just wanted to worry about the working classes and write my book about the world's misery

and then you came along

and you won't even talk to me

i'm talking to you now

not really talking

tell me about anything tell me about your husband if you like

we met

we got married

harry was born

ronald was killed in italy

harry's a nice kid i like him

i think he likes me too

oh let's get married philippa

you can go on gardening and i can go on writing my tripey book and we can sponge off mother

my eyesight is defective

but i'm very sincere

no

i don't think so

very well in that case you'd better lead me to that vegetable mary

thank you

ah sergeant fletcher are you keeping an eye on us

inspector crudock's orders miss blacklock

well we're just going down to the village it's hannah's day out so there's nobody in

i see

so if you could keep an eye on the house yes please

the sergeant can make himself a cup of tea

oh yes of course sergeant please do the doors open we never lock doors come along bunny

we'll be late

we'll be late

we'll be late

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, you startled me, Sergeant.

I thought you were another burglar.

No, Mrs Swatnam, it's only me.

You came through the back door.

Yes, it's always open.

I just brought up some of my quinces.

Perhaps you'd tell Miss Blacklock when she comes back.

I leave them here.

It seems anybody can walk into this house just as they like.

Of course.

How else could we leave quinces on the kitchen table?

Mergatroyd.

Yes, isn't she?

I've been doing a bit of thinking.

What about?

Well, that pantomime the other night.

It's all too fishy.

Now, take this revolver.

Well, that's a trowel.

I know, it's a trowel.

We don't stock revolvers, do we?

I suppose it's not.

And this torch.

Now, go outside, come back in, wave the torch around and the revolver, like he did.

And say, stick them up.

Why?

Because what happened the other night was fishy, and I want to find out what made it fishy.

I'll try.

Stick them up!

The door won't stay open.

Exactly.

That's the fishy bit.

The door at Little Paddock's is just the same.

Letty Blacklock bought that huge glass doorstop from Elliot's, remember?

Well, perhaps the burglar used the doorstop to keep it open.

That's a non-starter, Mergatroyd.

You fling the door open, you shout, reach for the sky,

and then you say, excuse me a moment while I adjust the doorstop.

It's all so awkward.

Give me that revolver.

Well, you'd have shot yourself by now.

He did shoot himself, didn't he?

Somebody must have held the door open for him.

I'm not at all sure he did shoot himself.

You mean, somebody else shot him?

That's the only alternative to shooting oneself, in my experience.

You've had experience?

Of crimes of violence, lots.

Two-gun, Hinchcliffe, the terror of Kidderminster.

I don't believe you.

Neither do I.

But if it wasn't one of us who killed that boy,

it was somebody very like us.

I don't, perhaps.

Yeah, I love it.

Miss Marple.

Oh, you do sit here.

Oh, how kind.

Thank you so much.

I'm on my own.

Oh, dear.

Oh, such a sharp wind.

My rheumatics, you know.

I had sciatica last year.

I was in agony.

Oh, dear, yes.

Oh, now then, coffee and cakes?

Yes, please.

For two.

You know, I don't think the cakes here look so delicious as the ones I had in your house.

Hannah made those.

Hannah?

A cook.

She's very good.

Some sort of a foreigner.

Swiss, I think.

It's a pity she screams so much.

Oh, well, it's a sign of life.

And what about the other person who I didn't see?

A young woman who lives with you?

Philippa.

We call her our lodger.

I suppose she is, in a way.

Oh, Philippa.

Haymes.

Haymes.

Oh, yes, really.

Yes, I knew a colonel, Haymes, in the Indian cavalry.

Her father, perhaps.

She's Mrs. Haymes, a widow.

Her husband was killed in Sicily, or Italy.

Oh, how sad.

Oh, here we are.

All right.

Now then, would you like me to pour out?

Yes, please.

Now, coffee.

They're terribly pink, aren't they?

Probably an artificial substitute for flavor.

And has she many admirers?

That waitress, I doubt it.

Much too surly.

Oh, oh, yes.

No, uh, Mrs. Haymes.

Oh.

Well.

Young Edmund Swetton and moons around her a bit.

He's a very odd young man.

Writes books.

And I...

I have heard that he's a...

a communist.

Oh, really, yes.

Well, he must be rather lonely in Chibing Clegghorn.

I'm told they can grow out of it.

Do you believe that?

Oh, yes, yes.

I think that's quite likely, yes.

Good.

And, um, have you known Miss Blacklock long?

Oh, we were at school together.

Then we lost touch for years.

She was secretary to this millionaire, a girdler, and...

Tell me, I didn't do wrong, Miss Marple.

I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Barthas.

I was living on my own, just for my pension, rather in a bed sitter, and I...

I saw Letty's name in the local newspaper.

She was at a charity luncheon in aid of the Milchester Hospital.

And I wrote to her.

Not a begging letter.

It wasn't that.

Oh, no, no, of course not.

No, you wrote a friendly letter to an old school chum, and you met.

She was lonely, and you were lonely, and she asked you to move in with her, that's all.

Well, you do understand.

I understand everything about lonely old ladies.

I can tell.

You're very comfortable to talk to, Miss Marple.

You see, I get so angry when I see people taking advantage of Letty.

And I do hope that I'm not like that.

She's left me all the household goods, and an annuity.

But that's her decision.

I haven't taken advantage of her, truly.

Oh, no, no.

I'm quite sure you haven't.

No.

And do other people take advantage?

Young Patrick.

He's had money from her, twice at least, to my certain knowledge.

And all Letty will say is the boy's young youth must have its flint.

Yes, that's true, you know.

And, of course, he is handsome.

And they're a trifle insolent, I agree.

But on the other hand...

I saw him with an oil can in the garden.

There, dear.

And the other door to the drawing has been oiled.

And I heard him having an argument with Julia the other day.

But that's human nature, isn't it?

Arguments between brothers and sisters.

Shepherd.

And shepherdesses.

I beg your pardon?

The lamp.

On the table.

I noticed that it was...

The shepherdess.

I'm not...

The shepherd.

Coffee and gossip, Bunny.

Good morning, Miss Marple.

Good morning.

Oh, won't you join?

No, thank you very much, but we are rather late.

Have you done your shopping, Bunny?

I must call at the chemist.

I need some aspirin and corn plasters.

Please, can I pay?

Oh, no, sir.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of a word, don't you?

Come along, Bunny.

That's it.

Goodbye, Miss Marple.

Excuse me.

Come along, Bunny.

Goodbye, Miss Marple.

Goodbye.

She's terribly sweet, Miss Marple.

Such a good listener.

I suppose you gave her much choice, Bunny, dear.

Oh, no, not that one.

Oh, no?

No, no, I tried one of those.

They taste of salmon.

Oh.

I think I'll just have the coffee.

Very wise.

So, what were you talking about?

Family loyalty.

Oh, I hope it wasn't as tedious as it sounds.

Oh, no, on the contrary, very revealing.

You see, nearly everyone assumes that people murder out of hatred.

But, of course, it may be out of loyalty.

Or even love.

Love?

Now, tell me again who was in the room that night.

Miss Blacklock, Rudy Sherz.

And devoted Dora to Hanson Patrick.

Mrs. Swetnell of the Honeypots and her serious son, Edmund, yes.

Um, the Puckerside Colonel Eastbrook and the fluffy Mrs. Easterbrook.

Oh, not forgetting the cool and distant Philippa Haymes.

And?

Oh, am I forgetting somebody?

Yes.

Julia.

That's right.

Julia, yes.

Julia.

Pretty Julia is peculiar.

Three and six.

And I'm not a peculiar Mrs. Harmon.

I've always been a good C of E.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was just quoting an old song.

I didn't know your name was Julia.

No offence, I'm sure.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Marker.

Well, yes.

Now, do we believe in Pip and Emma?

Miss Blacklock says they exist, so we have to.

Even though she's never seen them and doesn't know what they look like.

But they are the only people to benefit from Miss Blacklock's death.

Well, not necessarily.

Either of them might have married.

Their mother and father might be alive.

You see, they'd all be interested parties.

So, the police should be looking for a murderer who...

Who is either male or female, in the middle 20s.

Or someone nearly as old as I am.

You also said somebody who would murder out of love.

Ah, yes, but a very special kind of love.

A deep and abiding passion for large sums of money.

Except...

What?

That waitress thought you were talking about her.

Oh, it's just a simple mistake.

Yes.

One, two, three, four.

Two, three.

Two, three.

One.

One.

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Mrs. Girdler's very much looking forward to your visit, Inspector.

Is she really? That makes a change.

She has very few visitors for obvious reasons.

There's one question I have to ask.

I can guess what it is.

Well?

She's a dying woman.

She's surviving on drugs and on her willpower,

but they can't last for more than a few weeks.

And our dear Miss Blacklock was not hurt by the attempt on her life?

A grazed ear.

Oh, poor Blackie.

You know about her family background?

No.

Is it important to your investigation?

I have no idea.

Well, let me ramble on

and stop me if it becomes boring.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Two sisters.

The father, an old country doctor, and a tyrant.

Lettie rebelled, ran away to London,

made herself into a chartered accountant.

The other sister, Charlotte, was an invalid.

Now, when the old man died,

Blackie left the firm to go and look after her sister.

Randall was furious with her,

shouted at her,

but she was determined.

And she took her sister to Switzerland.

Tell me about your husband's sister.

Sonia?

Oh, she was wild.

I was fond of her.

But we've lost touch.

She married this chap, Stamfordius,

a genuine crook, I've no doubt.

You'd have enjoyed locking him up.

Randall disapproved of the marriage,

but Sonia took no notice.

We got a letter,

about 18 months after the wedding,

to say she'd had twins just after midday,

so she intended to call them Pip and Emma.

We forgot about them.

A terrible thing to say about one's relatives.

But Mr. Girdler left his estate to the children,

in the event of Miss Blacklock predeceasing you.

The lawyers pestered him.

He told them that Blackie was strong as a horse

and I was delicate,

but they insisted.

Lawyers do.

They're so serious about life and death,

things like that.

But you have no idea where they may be,

your sister-in-law,

her husband or their children.

They may be dead.

They may be anywhere.

They may be in Chippin' Claycorn.

Indeed they may.

Don't let them hurt Blackie.

She's too good to lose.

Uh, sardine sandwiches and tomato

and some of those little scones you do so nicely.

And I want you to make your special cake.

My cake?

Is it a party?

You've won such things.

This is Miss Bunner's birthday

and some people are coming to tea.

Birthdays?

Parties?

At her age is better to forget.

She doesn't want to forget.

She wants a cake.

I want her to have a cake.

I have nothing to make such a cake.

I need butter, sugar, chocolate, raisins.

Butter, sugar, chocolate, raisins.

Where do you get such things?

None of your business, Hannah.

Very well.

I shall make such a cake with icing.

And on the top I will write good visions.

Thank you, Hannah.

I will show your English friends

that such a cake should taste like...

English cakes taste like scent.

My cake will taste like heaven.

I'm sure it will.

And you must tell Mr. Patrick not to call it names.

Well, I'm sure he wouldn't dream of calling it names.

My last cake, he calls it delicious death.

Oh, but that's a compliment.

Death is a compliment.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear party.

Happy birthday to you.

Delicious death.

And Panna doesn't like you talking about a cake like that.

She disapproves of everything I do.

It looks a lovely cake.

Foreigners.

They make damn good cakes.

Mind you, it's plain boiled pudding that stumps.

Got a new gardener, Miss Blacklock?

Saw a chap snooping round the hen house.

No, that's our own special detective.

Detective?

Why?

To protect Lettick.

But isn't that all over now?

They adjourned the inquest.

Police not satisfied.

It's obvious.

They never are.

As I see it, we're all under suspicion.

Suspicion of what?

Well, here and now, I'd say loitering with intent.

Oh, that sounds quite amusing.

What sort of intent?

Intent to commit murder upon the first opportunity.

Oh, please don't, Mr. Swetland.

It's so awful.

Now, Bunny.

I'm sure nobody would want a murder.

Shh, it's all right.

Don't discuss yourself.

Come on, Bunny.

It's usually me who spoils the party with a bad joint.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Swetland, Mrs. Swetland, Mrs. Swetland, Mrs. Swetland, Mr. Brooke, Colonel.

Good afternoon.

Sergeant Fletcher, we thought you might like a piece of hammer's cake.

That's very kind.

All the suspects have gone home now.

Are you under orders to stay?

Another ten minutes, then I hand over to the local Bobby.

We do sleep sounder for the police presence.

Good.

Thank you, Mrs. Swetland.

Thank you, Mrs. Swetland.

did you enjoy your part oh I did too much excitement too much cake and those

lovely chocolates when did you find them oh it's easy if you don't mind breaking

the law I I think I'll take a cup of aspirin and lie down for a while

shall I shut up the ducks Aunt Letty well if you can do it properly there's

absolutely no guarantee but I promise to try my hardest all you have to do is

make sure that the latch is down firmly I knew there was a secret oh don't worry

Aunt Letty I'll make sure it's all right I seem to have mislead the aspirin I bought in the village

this house is chock full of aspirin they fall out of every cupboard there's a bottle on my dressing

table take mine bunny dear they're by my bed thank you Letty ducks all you have to do is see the latches

down firmly Julia imagine you were Pippenhammer what would you do no I come to England penniless

yes then assuming I'm of criminal mentality I seek out any rich relations I might have I know my uncle

Randall girdler left a vast fortune so I inquire about his widow discover she's still alive and that the

only obstacle between me and the money is Miss Letitia Blacklock of Chipping Claycorn therefore murder

Miss Blacklock have we checked about Patrick and Julia yes they are precisely what they tend to

be Patrick has rather a good war record

Fletcher's been busy too so I see

Andrea oh please I waited hopefully for somebody to offer but Scotland appears to be totally dry

helps the concentration

bunny

Philippa Philippa Philippa yes yes I see don't go there's been another one yeah

dora banner but that's most unfair village policeman's on duty he called the doctor must have been an autopsy but well it looks like narcotic poisoning but she's a complete innocent

is it the fate of the innocent to suffer very often it is yes in spite of her innocence or because of her innocence

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