All language subtitles for 03 By the Pricking of My Thumbs

They won't find her. She'll be in the
witch's house by now.

Do you know the story of the witch,
Ethan?

My dad said she'd take children to the
village.

Back in the olden days.

Unforgettable, that's what you are.

Unforgettable, though near or far.

Like a song of love that clings to me.

How the thought of you does think to me.

Never before has someone been

more. Darling!

You're making me late.

Darling,

are you coming?

I said I wanted to be there.

By 11, gone by 12, and back in London by
1 .15.

You should have told me, then we could
have been thinking I was down watching.

Yes, I wish we had.

I know you do.

Come,

come, come, come, come. Quick, quick,
quick, quick, quick.

Can't you drive?

Oh. I want to read my book.

Macbeth. Macbeth.

I was in Macbeth at my prep school.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to

I heard you were marvellous.

Who from?

You.

Tricking of my thumbs, something wicky
this way come.

Morning, Miss Beresford.

Miss Packard.

How nice to see you again.

Darling. Coming.

Your Aunt Ada will be extremely pleased
to see you. She's been asking after you

for months.

Although she does enjoy the postcards.

Ah, yes. I've been rather remiss, I'm
afraid.

Even the vivid are squeezed in between
vivid strips.

Well, she's been looking out the window
all morning, cursing everything and

anything that might have made you too
late.

Ah, yes. Do you really want to come in,
darling?

I could take that. And if she's in one
of her moods, you know how she can be.

Oh, I'd like to see her.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.

Good morning.

Morning.

Oh, I like your brooch. Thank you.

It's pretty.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Lancaster.

Would you like a polo mint?

No, thank you.

Darling, come on.

The colour suits your eyes.

Come in.

Doesn't she look marvellous? Hello, Ada.

I hope there are no jam or cakes in that
basket you're clutching. I'm not an

invalid, Tommy. I don't need charity.

No, no, no.

Kissing, please.

What's in there?

I baked you a cake.

Well, take it back down to the kitchen
or something.

I'm sure Miss Packard will dish it out
to the old biddies.

Well, you're one of the oldest biddies
here, Aunt Ada. To the young biddies,

then. Sure, some of them need a bit of
fattening up.

There's something I wanted to ask you.
Yes. The United Nations building in New

York, what's it like? I've been reading
about it.

I haven't been, Aunt Ada. You haven't
been?

Really, Tom?

You're so clever, they should have let
you run the place.

Have you seen today's crossword?

No.

Will you get rid of those cakes?

You never had the intelligence for this
kind of thing.

White house flowers away from the
African plain.

Ah, something felt.

The ruse felt, which means the answers
rose.

Hello. You look lost, my dear. Do I? I
was looking for Miss Picard's office.

It's on the ground floor.

Ah. The quickest way is the back stairs.
Thank you very much.

Hello.

Uh, yeah?

Ada asked if this cake could be used for
everyone.

Oh, thank you. Uh, leave it there.

And chat.

Is there somewhere where I could sit and
wait for my husband?

Uh, yes.

Be free.

pretty brooch.

It was my mother's.

I think you must look like your mother.

Yes.

She must have been proud.

Would you like some tea or coffee,
perhaps? They're very obliging here. No,

thank you. Or a glass of milk?

I know you don't like polos.

I do, actually.

I'm just being polite.

Oh, that's the spirit.

Thank you.

Have you been here long, Mrs. Lancaster?

Oh, two, two, three years.

One loses touch with things.

Three. One loses touch with people, too.

Any relatives I have spend all their
time abroad.

Oh, that must be sad.

Well, you make new friends.

Ada is a friend.

She suffers terribly from arthritis.

I do feel for her.

You're looking at the fireplace.

Am I?

Yes.

Excuse me.

It wasn't your poor child.

No.

I don't think so.

Oh, I thought perhaps you'd come for a
reason.

Someone will come.

Sometime.

That's where the poor child was, you
know.

The poor dead child.

Behind the fire.

Who?

Coco.

Coco.

Where's my Coco? Oh, you want your Coco,
Marjorie? Yes, I do.

They really should give it to her on
time. Yes, they should. I'll come and

it for you.

Tommy, what do you think to this place?

Excellent.

Our data's been very happy here.

Mrs Lancaster said something about a
dead child being buried behind the

fireplace.

Of course she did.

And I would imagine they all complained
that the cocoa's been poisoned and that

the cleaner was trying to steal their
purse.

Look at that. What does that remind you
of?

Act 1, scene 1.

When shall we three meet again in
thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Yes?

May I speak to Mr. Burson, please?

No, I'm sorry. I'm afraid he's on the
continent.

This is Miss Vera Packard from Sunny
Ridge.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for
you.

Your husband's aunt died in the night.

Oh, dear.

Poor Ada.

I realise this is not a good time, but
I'll be in touch concerning funeral

arrangements and the transfer of her
belongings to your husband.

Oh, that's the last of it.

You can sign this, Mum.

Right.

Now, are you sure that painting was Ada
Beresford's? I don't remember it from

her room.

Thank you. Thank you, Mum.

Tommy, I'm writing down certain matters
which have come to my knowledge in

recent days here at Sunny Ridge.

I believe that the murderer at large,
Mrs Lancaster, is not safe.

I will remain watchful and shall record
facts as they become clear to me.

But if I should die, Tommy, look to the
painting and for God's sake, use your

intelligence.

Hello? Hello, this is Christopher
Beresford's mother.

May I speak to him, please?

He's on a field trip this week, Mrs
Beresford.

I see.

Would you leave a message with Judith
that her father's out of the country and

that I'd like to speak with her?

I'll pass it on.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Andrew, I think there's been a problem
with Aunt Ada's death.

I think she's been murdered.

So... If you speak to your brother or
sister, could you ask them to call me,

please? Have you been drinking again,
Mother?

No.

Dad will be home in a few days, won't
he?

Mother? Yes, darling.

It's embarrassing.

Good afternoon.

What can I do for you?

Ada's funeral isn't until Monday.

No, I was wondering if I could ask you a
few questions.

Have all her belongings arrived safely?

No.

That's just it.

There's a painting amongst Ada's things
which didn't belong to her.

It's rather an attractive picture of a
house in the woods.

I'm sure she'd have wanted it returned
to the rightful owner.

No, it was hers.

It was a gift from Mrs Lancaster. She
had it in her room and Ada had always

admired it. May I speak with Mrs
Lancaster?

I'm afraid she doesn't live with us
anymore.

Her relatives came for her a couple of
days ago.

It was all rather sudden.

Excuse me.

Both have sons.

Both of whom?

Oh, excuse me. I was just talking to
myself.

I'm not... Sitting on your bench, am I?
Oh, I don't live here.

I'm Jane Marple, a friend of Marjorie
Moody's. We were neighbours in our

since Mary Mead.

I couldn't help overhearing, but were
you asking about the disappearance of

Lancaster?

Disappearance?

I'm here today because Marjorie has
phoned me. She's distressed at what she

the night Mrs Lancaster left and your
aunt died.

You are a relative of Ada Beresford?

Yes.

What is it?

Oh, it's probably nothing. I don't know.

I... Ada left a letter to be read after
her death.

What did she write?

She wrote it the day before she died.

Mrs Lanketer is not safe.

And within 24 hours, she's dead.

And Mrs. Lancaster's been taken away.

And when I was last here, Mrs. Lancaster
said she knew where a child was buried.

That's what she said.

And that someone was going to come for
her.

I think both friends discovered the
identity of a murderer, Miss Marple.

And now both of them are gone.

Marjorie, can you tell Mrs Beresford why
you think Mrs Lancaster was taken

against her will?

Well, she won.

I've said it once and I'll say it again.
Go on, then. You were sitting there? I

was. I keep watch.

And you'd fallen asleep?

I was woken by a noise.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

I don't want to go with you. Oh, my God.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Come back.

Come back.

And then Ada died, and they'd become so
close.

Did you see the person taking her?

One eye.

The person only had one eye? No, the car
only had one eye.

And Mrs Lancaster said that there was a
child buried behind the fireplace in the

sun lounge.

In my sun lounge, I think that both she
and Ada had discovered the identity of a

murderer.

Mrs Beresford, never a day goes by
without some pearl of paranoia from the

ladies that live here.

Only last year, Mrs Eberne left a note
in her will claiming to be Copenhagen.

The Duke of Wellington's favourite
horse.

But Ada was as sharp as a knife.

For her to write this seems so out of
character.

Unless it was true.

You saw her maybe once every two years,
Mrs Beresford? How do you know it was

out of character?

Did you know Ada had been diagnosed with
a heart complaint and wasn't expected

to live much longer?

No. I was unaware of that.

Your husband was.

So, do you think we shouldn't go to the
police about this?

There was nothing suspicious about her
death.

Do you have a forwarding address for
Mrs. Lancaster? Of course.

Maybe it's still possible to forward
that painting.

Care of the Cleveland Hotel, Piccadilly.

And here's the solicitors we dealt with
while her relatives were in Africa.

The relative who came to collect her?

Mrs. Johnson.

Mrs. Johnson.

Get in the truck, quick.

Where are we going?

To the nearest police station, please.

She's the murderer.

Really? I have the proof of my own eyes.

I saw her.

She doesn't know this, but I saw her.

Spiking the medicine with poison.

The arsenic or strychnine.

I don't think it is Miss Packard.

Why not?

Because Miss Packard has always reminded
me of lovely Mrs. Dickens, the

publican's wife in St. Mary Mead.

She's very kind, very dependable. The
last person you'd think of criminal

behavior. When things were tight after
the war, the gin and whiskey always

seemed a little watered down.

This bottle you saw has spike?

Was it large and blue?

Yes. Oh, that would be the tonic.

Very expensive. I wouldn't be surprised
if Miss Packard was helping it go a bit

further. You mean she was diluting it? I
know for a fact that Miss Packard has a

good heart.

Marjorie's funds ran out during last
year and she insisted on letting her

on at Sunny Ridge simply because it had
become her home.

The train station, not the police
station, please.

But... The fireplace was in her lounge.

A modern gas fire set against a wall
rather than a chimney breast. There's no

room for anything behind it.

I think Mrs Lancaster was talking of a
different fire.

Maybe go and have a look at that
painting if you want. I gave it to the

gentleman.

Just so I have it right, no people
called Johnson or Lancaster have stayed

your hotel over the last month?

Very well.

Thank you.

It's almost a very good painting if it
weren't for these blotches of

Strange perspective. Yes, isn't it
mysterious?

Why hasn't the Cleveland heard of the
Johnsons? Because whoever took Mrs.

Lancaster gave Miss Packard a false
forwarding address.

Use your intelligence.

I would if I had some.

What does it mean?

Well, Tommy's in the... Oh, I shouldn't
say this because of official secrets and

everything, but my husband works for
military intelligence.

A broad most of the year visiting
embassies and so on.

I hope that's what she's referring to,
because if it's my intelligence she's

appealing to, well, the painting just
looks like the gingerbread house in

and Gretel to me.

Would you like one?

No, thank you.

May sound a little mad, but... Do you
want to know what I think really

here?

Go on.

Ada writes that Mrs Lancaster is not
safe.

Why isn't she safe?

Because she knows the secrets about a
murder that her relatives are connected

to. So they stick her into a retirement
home where nobody will listen if she

lets anything slip. But Ada listens.

And Ada believes her.

So the relatives cotton on. And when
they come to whisk Mrs. Lancaster away,

they could have killed Ada while she
slept.

It's all just too much of a coincidence
that it happened the same night. You're

good at this.

I used to be.

There was a time when Tommy and I would
do things like this together.

You know, I was approached to join the
service at the same time as him.

I was having our first child.

Now I'm just someone to be kind to,
someone to placate with the same

that he would send to his aunt.

I'm going to go to the police and insist
on a post -mortem. No.

Find the Johnsons first, because if you
find them, you'll find Mrs. Lancaster.

And there may still be an innocent
explanation for this.

How will I find them?

Go to their solicitors on the pretext of
returning the painting.

The only female of the species who
receives mail here is a Miss Forsythe.

And as far as I know, she is not married
to a Mr Lancaster.

Now, I know this because if she were,
she'd ask me to address her by a

name.

Yes, but I wasn't saying that she works
here, Mr Eccles. I was saying you're her

solicitor. Oh, am I?

Yes, at least you take care of matters
relating to her relatives, Mr and Mrs

Johnson.

Yes, they're my clients, and he lives in
Kenya.

So we're not supposed to say Kenya
anymore. We're not proper. Get a rap on

old knuckles, what?

That's right. But they're back from
Kenya now.

Would you have a current address for
them?

Not current, no. But we do deal with
matters pertaining to their account.

Excuse me.

Oh, the Southern Countess Bank,
Hammersmith Branch.

Right. That's all there is to it.

Thank you very much, Mr. Hicks.

The bank wouldn't give us any
information, Jane. They never do, dear.

The trail's gone completely cold.

It's as though that poor woman just
disappeared into thin air.

Oh!

Oh, hello.

Mr. Timothy.

My pleasure, ma 'am.

May I relieve you of your burden?

From the Eros Gallery.

Oh, I see. From my description on the
phone, he recognised the painter's

signature as that of Graham Bostowin. It
made him very excited.

Bostowin, very in vogue at the moment.
Terribly, terribly so. He died in penury

several years ago. Since then, he's
become a very rich man indeed.

Oh, dear.

Oh, heaven help us.

An early work.

He didn't flower till the 30s. This is
very much a nursery plant, I'm afraid.

When was it painted?

Mid -20s. No later.

At that stage in his career, he was
taking weekend commissions to paint

houses, that sort of thing.

Oh.

This appears to be vandalised.

I can't believe it's the artist's own
hand.

What a funny little cottage.

Yes. Do you know where it is?

I'm ahead of you there.

He kept assiduous notes throughout his
career from a very early age.

I have here something to see.

Ah, there. You see.

1925.

The Witch's House.

Farrell St. Edmund.

You'll see the rope, the roses, the
attempt at a figure, the name of the

have all been added later.

Well, I've found Farrell St. Edmund.

Oh, it's where Norfolk meets the Fenn.

Perfect.

My nephew Raymond has suggested we stay
at the Chase Hotel in Ely for the night.

Are you sure you want to come with me,
Miss Marple?

Absolutely.

Ada and Mrs. Lancaster are pointing us
to the cottage. We should try and find

it.

Nice car.

It was a birthday present from Tommy.

I always wanted one.

Kangaroo petrol.

I'll get used to this in a minute.

Hold on tight, Miss Marple.

Well, Miss Marple, right or left?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh.

Right or left? Well, if all the
signposts hadn't been destroyed, we'd

of a clue. You haven't got the map the
wrong way up again, have you?

I ask politely.

No.

I respond.

Oh, Farrow St.

Edmunds seems to be tucked away in a
little pocket of woods.

Oh.

We're practically on top of it.

Right.

Careful. Which way was it?

No,

no.

Oh,

no. Oh, no.

Have you any idea where we are?

Well, I'm normally good at map reading.
My nephew, Raymond, says he wouldn't

want another navigator. For goodness
sake, about Raymond.

I hope you've brought your thermal
nightie with you, Miss Marple, because

afraid we might be stuck here for the
night in the middle of mad country. Can

you remember when we last saw a phone
box?

Wasn't there one on the Norwich Road
before the Field of Freesians?

Jane, it's...

Hey.

These two girls broken down?

Yes. Where are you heading?

Harold St.

Edmund. Oh, so are we.

Oh.

I'm Chris.

How do you do?

I know a local mechanic who can help
you. No, thank you. Come on, hop in the

back. Oh, we got your back. Oh, thank
you.

Good evening to both of you travelers.

I'm Hannah.

How do you do? How do you do?

Please take a seat. You must be
exhausted.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Ethan, have you seen Amos Perry?

Yeah, he's putting up a sign at the edge
of the village. Someone keeps knocking

him down.

Could you get him to have a look at this
lady's car? It's broken down on the

road towards the base. Can't you do it
yourself?

Things to do.

Hey, these ladies need a room for the
night, Hannah.

They're down here looking to buy a
house.

Are you two ladies house hunting in the
village?

Of a kind.

I got what you want.

Greatest man.

No, thanks.

I've got a lovely double room, recently
decorated in lime.

Would that be all right?

Do you only have the one?

Yes, just the one.

And a labby in the backyard, recently
decorated in magenta.

Let's do the bags first, Rosie, and show
our house hunters to their room.

Then maybe I can introduce you to our a
la carte menu.

How can we help with your quest to find
a new home?

Oh, Chris, I'm glad I caught you.

Do you have any tinned peaches or pears?
Ah, I missed you.

I got peaches and I got pears. Oh,
Captain.

I promised you the orchard fruit salad.

So, what kind of place are you looking
for?

Well, somewhere... Somewhere quite
specific, actually.

My friend Miss Marple here saw a
painting of the witch's house in Farrell

Edmund and fell in love with it, didn't
you, dear?

I did.

And we were wondering where we might
find it and if it might possibly be up

sale. There's no such place.

A painting?

Yes. And where I left the car today, we
actually saw a witch in the woods,

didn't we, Jane?

Yes.

Oh, that's Alice, isn't it, Dad?

Alice Perry, Amos's mother.

She did a play in the village hall and
fell in love with her costume.

Won't take it off.

I'm afraid the Perrys are soft in the
head.

Oh, hello.

I'm Nellie Bly, the vicar's wife.

Oh, I didn't know. Hello.

The Perrys are fine.

They're just a little bit country.

Is the vicar here a Septimus Bly?

Yes, that's right.

You say you have a painting of this
house?

Yes, it's a Biscowan.

Very pretty.

Perhaps one of you might know the house
by a different name?

Well, not round here.

It's from a storybook, that.

Yes, we have a legend here of a witch
from the Middle Ages.

I think this boss gown has drawn it from
his imagination.

Where did you get the painting?

Oh, it belongs to a friend of my family.

A Mrs.

Lancaster.

Is she a resident of the village?

No. No one of that name lived round
here.

Dr. Waters?

No.

Septimeth?

Septimeth?

I brought you something to eat.

Go away.

Go on.

Give me the letter, Rose.

Who is she? Who is this woman?

I risked everything for you.

It's not what you think.

Tell me the truth.

Give me the letter, Rose, now!

Who is she, Chris? She's no one. You
left here last Saturday and met up with

this woman. I know you did. Just give me
the letter back. I'm making an

arrangement for you to pick her up last
Saturday evening. I want to know who she

is. Look, give me the letter. Oh!

Did Aunt Ada paint?

No, never picked up a brush in her life.

Are you sure?

Yes.

She hated poetry or music, any kind of
art. She made the Philistines look like

the Chelsea Arts Club.

If Ada never painted, then it must be
Mrs Lancaster who put in here what she

knew.

Water lily, the rope, the roses, this
person at the window.

Did Tommy...

The cryptic intelligent ones.

Loved them.

It was Ada who taught him how to do them
as a boy. Did she?

Yes.

I think what she meant was he should
treat these as cryptic clues.

Use your intelligence, she wrote.

I'll be glad when the Americans finally
go.

Won't you?

I believe.

I believe I will, yes.

Oh, yes.

If you asked me to marry you, I'd say
yes, Ethan.

Will you?

Will I marry you?

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, the Johnsons have run the local post
office for years.

Well... I say post office, but they've
become a bit high and mighty since their

success. They've invested their windfall
in lots of new stocks and are renaming

their shop Johnson's Emporium.

Aren't they, Ethan? They are, yeah.

How have they come into money?

Well, Sir Philip's dog lives at the
manor house, made a fortune in mining.

He dotes on the Johnson's daughter and
provides for them all.

Sir Philip invests in lots of things
now, including film.

He put cash into this Jane Eyre picture,
pulled a few strings and got Nora

apart, which is why we're all being
treated to a regional premiere this

Celebrate how wonderful Nora is.

He's having a cocktail party this
evening.

Oh, Mrs Beresford, I must say, you've
flooded your engine.

It'll have been cleaned up for you by
Saturday.

Oh, thank you very much.

Beresford? Well, that's me. I'm
Beresford as well.

Maybe we're related.

Not unless you had an Aunt Ada and a
cousin Tommy.

My husband's extended family is quite
small.

I had an Aunt Ada.

Well, no, she was more of a distant
cousin, really.

Spent a few summers here years ago.

Do you think she's the same one?

No, we don't have a relative called
Lancaster.

Do we, Eric?

No, we have a Kendall. Oh, yes, we have
a Kendall in the family. Which is a town

near Lancaster. I don't know if that's
any good to you.

No, not really.

Maybe it's some other Johnsons you're
looking for.

Have you spent any time in Kenya
recently?

We've been very busy recently. We
haven't had any time for travel. Our

daughter's taking her first steps
towards Hollywood.

Is she playing Jane Eyre in the film?

No. Helen Burns. Helen Burns.

Yes, the other part.

Jane's friend who dies of leukaemia.
Which is lovely.

It's lovely.

Good morning.

Is Nora ready?

Ah, good morning, Sir Philip. Sir Philip
here is a personal friend of Alfred

Hitchcock and Sir Michael Bolton.

Have you ladies found your dream house
yet? No.

Are you the ladies looking for this
house you saw in a painting?

Yes, yes, that's right. When I bought
the manor, I inherited all the old maps

relating to the village.

If you bring the painting up this
afternoon, we could see if anything

its description.

Oh, thank you.

One o 'clock.

I'm afraid Nora won't come down, Sir
Philip.

But we arranged that she was going to
come to the manor all day.

She says that you're five minutes late,
sir. That's right.

But, Nate, I've never been late in my
life.

Is it all right if I come and have a
word with her?

No, no, no!

I wanted the brown pony today!

Nora! I will not ride the white one! Oh,
yes, you will. I hate the white one!

I asked you for the brown... Does Sir
Philip have any children of his own, Dr

Walton? No, his wife lost a child and
died herself soon after.

He'd bought the manor house as a family
home to fill it with children.

You have never seen such money spent in
preparation for a child, but it was

stillborn.

They went on holiday to the continent to
get over it and she died there.

Broken heart.

He's always doted on the kids we've had
in the village.

He was very good to my Rose when she was
growing up.

Old men can sometimes become too
sentimental around children.

Really?

I find myself becoming less tolerant.

Good morning.

Is the Reverend Bly here?

Not at the moment, no.

Can I help you?

That's it.

I knew I recalled the name from
somewhere.

The Bishop of Norwich came to see with
the Vicar of St Mary Mead last year,

their old friends from their days in the
seminary, and over dinner they talked

at length about a third friend from that
time, Septimus Bly, who they both

described as the most spiritual young
man they've ever known.

All right, you two.

Sing it up. We're closed.

These are the two ladies I was telling
you about, Septimus. I don't give a

monkey's. We do the services. We're
obliged to do them. That's that.

Out.

Miss Marple knows the bishop, dear.

The bishop?

He spoke very fondly of you at dinner
last year.

May we ask you a few questions about
some of the families in your parish?

The Septimus was a quarter.

Joking, when he said he kept the church
door locked, except for that.

It's a joke I often play on our
visitors, which they seem to enjoy.

Would you like to come to the Vicarage
for some luncheon?

I was just finishing up here. It would
be no trouble.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.
Lovely.

Your appointment with Sir Philip is at
one o 'clock, isn't it?

That's right.

Nellie is Sir Philip's local secretary.

Aren't you, dear?

Yes.

Actually, she does almost everything for
him.

Chief cook and bottle washer.

His wife passed away. There's a plaque
over there on the wall, and he's useless

without a woman's touch around the
manor.

Who are the Warranders?

Oh, they used to be the big wigs round
here.

The Warrender family lived at Farrell
Manor for nearly 900 years.

Why did they move out?

They died out.

People say they didn't marry properly.

Philip bought the estate in 1924, since
when he's turned the place around.

Well, the parish record have no mention
of... Sorry, dear, am I interrupting?

No, dear.

Thanks, dear.

We have no record in the parish of
Lancaster.

And the only Johnson's we have are the
parents of that intolerable,

evil little child.

Oh.

Who we both like very much.

You said this Mrs Lancaster, who owned
the painting, was a family friend?

Yes, she was a friend of my husband's
aunt, Ada Beresford, who I believe spent

couple of summers here in the village. I
think she stayed at the Bull and

Butcher.

Oh, the Beresfords.

Yes. She said that Mrs. Lancaster and
the Johnsons were friends from the

village.

Unless she was mistaken.

No question about that.

I've lived here for 30 years and I've
never set eyes on that house before.

Maybe Sir Philip will come up with
something.

This be the painting.

What do these women know, Josh? I don't
know.

The name on the painting is Water Lily.

I know.

Water Lily.

The map is from 1516.

And it's the earliest we inherited from
the Warranders, isn't it, Nellie?

Some of these buildings here are still
standing.

The legend of the width in her house
originates much earlier than that, of

course.

The house in the painting looks like it
was built much later than 1516.

Oh, yes, but I think that proves it's
from Boscawen's imagination.

Oh, this is a Boscawen.

Boscawen was definitely here.

Soon after we moved in, I commissioned a
landscape of the estate for

Julia, my wife.

Boscawen was here for three weeks, where
he must have heard the legend.

What is the legend?

I know.

Oh, that's a good idea. Why don't you
tell our guests, Laura?

In the olden days.

When Sir Guillaume de Warrander first
came here? The family came from France

the time of the Norman conquest.

I'm telling the story, Nellie Bly!

Let her finish, please.

There was a witch at the edge of the
village who used to steal the children.

Rather like Hansel and Gretel, hmm?

I also know where the witch's house is.

Where? That house.

Is where... Where Alice Perry lives.

No, it isn't.

She's the only witch around here.

Got a bottle of Glen Fiddick here. Do
you want to help me christen it?

Miss Marple, will you be able to give
Rose this?

When are you leaving, Greg?

Saturday. Oh.

Why don't you give this to her yourself?

Because she won't see me anymore.

But this is what we'd always planned,
that she'd come over on the boat after I

leave. I still want it to be her
decision.

Why won't she see you?

I think now it's come to it, she's not
going to be able to leave her dad.

Not after what happened to her twin.

Will have had a twin?

Lily.

And they lost her when she was about 18
months.

She was last seen playing on the grass
in front of her house.

What do you mean, lost her?

She went missing from the village.

There was a search, but they didn't find
her body until about two weeks later,

somewhere in the woods.

It still haunts Dr. Waters, and I think
he's found out what we're planning and

is putting pressure on her not to go.

She's all he's got.

Just, uh... Tell her I love her.

What was that all about?

Lily Waters.

This is it.

Walter Lily.

This is the murder Mrs. Lancaster knew
about.

The child behind the fireplace.

Ada must have recognized the house in
the painting.

It must be here somewhere.

Why is everyone lying to us?

Sorry I'm late.

I've just had a visit from a rather
nervous Ethan.

Asking him for permission to marry you.
I've already given permission.

So I gather.

It's good, Rose.

Your mother would have approved.

There it is.

Mr. Perry?

Mr. Perry?

Oh, hello.

I'm Mrs Beresford. I wondered when my
car would be ready. Five minutes.

Oh, good.

Who's Bentley, is it?

Sir Philip's.

What's he doing here?

It was stolen.

Last Saturday night.

They did for one of his back eyes. Here,
take a look.

Does Sir Philip know who stole it?

Americans wanted Alice.

Returned it like this.

Did he know which American?

That Chris wanted Alice.

That's right.

One who was always after Rose Waters.

Mrs. Lancard.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Tommy, you must order a post -mortem for
Aunt Ada. Find out exactly how she was

murdered. What?

She left a letter behind a painting
saying she was in fear of her life.

Ada would have died of heart disease,
Tuppence.

The polo mints and the one -eyed car and
the witch's house all point at Ada

being right.

She'd learned too much about the death
in 1926 of Lily Waters and someone

her. I want you to come home. No, no,
no, Tommy, you must listen to me. I know

things have been difficult since the
children left home.

That you've been alone.

That you've lost confidence.

I want you to stay where you are, in
Farrell, St. Edmund.

Colonel Beresford.

And who is this?

My name is Jane Marple. Your wife is
right in that there is a real

that Ada was murdered at Sunnybridge and
Mrs. Lancaster abducted by someone in

this village. We are about to contact
the police here and would appreciate you

authorising that post -mortem. Do you
understand?

Would you go away, please, and put my
wife back on the line?

Do you know Sir Henry Clithering, the
Commissioner of Scotland Yard?

Oh, yes, of course.

Our paths have crossed before, and we
count each other as personal friends. If

you have any doubt as to how seriously
to take these allegations, I suggest you

contact him, Colonel Beresford.

He won't make that call.

If he doesn't, he doesn't. And we'll
find out who was driving that Bentley

without him, won't we?

Ah, Sir Henry.

Tommy Beresford, MI6.

Yes.

Ah, Sir Henry, do you by any chance know
an old biddy called Miss Marple?

Very good.

Sir Philip?

Is there a problem, Ethan?

Very sorry, sir, but it seems that our
guest from the village

have not...

I've not been looking for property, sir.

Well, haven't they?

No. I've spoken to Scotland Yard, Sir
Henry Clitherin, actually,

and it seems that on evidence supplied
by our guests,

they're wanting to investigate the
possible abduction of an old lady from

Ridge Retirement Home in Oxfordshire.

Well, you must do your duty, Ethan.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Can I ask where you were on Saturday
night, sir?

Why?

It appears that the car used in the
abduction was yours, Sir Philip.

What are you doing here?

We bought the nibbles for tonight, like
Sir Philip asked.

Where's September?

At your house.

I only realised the Bentley was taken
when I saw the damage on Sunday morning.

didn't report it, Ethan, because I
didn't want to cause trouble with the

American lads who I thought must have
pinched it for a chape.

I'm relying on them this weekend to lend
me the cinema equipment.

Of course.

Were you here all evening, Sir Philip?

Hmm?

Yes. Were you in all evening?

I was.

I popped out a little later in the
afternoon to get some stuff from the

shop. And those Americans must have
taken it.

So you were on duty when the vent went
in? Yeah, yeah. I was meeting up with

Rose last Saturday, but it didn't
happen.

And I couldn't get away from the baby.

The other night, Chris, outside the pub,
I could hear you and Rose having an

argument.

I want to know who she is! Just give me
the letter!

Get off!

You know what women are like. You cancel
a date and they think you're in the

arms of another girl.

And were you?

Why would I want to be with anyone else?

Christopher Murphy, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of stealing Sir Philip Starks

Bentley and for the abduction of...
Where are you going?

You're not arresting me for anything,
Ethan. Come back! I'm a policeman!

I know he did it.

I was with Rose that evening, and he
stood her up at exactly the same time

Bentley went missing.

What would be his motive? His motive was
that you'd written all of his fate.

Is what I hear true, Dr. Waters?

Is she marrying him?

Thank you, Alice.

No, no, my dear.

Thank you, dear. Thank you, Miss Marple.

Would you give this back to Christine,
Miss Marple?

Why are you marrying Ethan Maxwell,
Rose, and not the man you really care

Because he promised everything, Miss
Marple.

Um...

New life away from here.

And then he carries on with other women
behind my back.

He doesn't seem the type of boy who
would do that.

Then how do you explain this?

I found it in his jacket last Sunday,
the day after he stood me up.

Does he know you're pregnant, Rose?

No. No one does.

Apart from Alice Perry, who prepared a
ginger linctus for you, presumed to

counteract any nausea.

Please don't tell Chris or Ethan.

Yes, of course, Ethan, I pinched a
Bentley.

What was I supposed to have done?

Driven to Oxfordshire.

Oh, yes.

Driven to Oxfordshire and stolen a lady.

Ah, Eric, I've been accused of stealing
a lady.

Why? Yes, why?

So I had a personal enjoyment, I
imagine.

How lovely.

Come on, honey.

Was she in her twenties?

She was 75.

Ah, yes.

Well.

Who do I have to bless to get a decent
drink around here?

My husband was with me all Saturday
evening.

It's the mighty right, the sermon, isn't
it, dear?

And I was helping him cross -reference
between the Gospels.

And what was the text for the sermon?

Yes, what was it, Nell?

The Good Samaritan. Ah, yes.

Bloody do -gooder.

Well, he was, wasn't he? Excuse me.

Ethan, have you asked the young American
yet?

Sir Philip's sure it was him or one of
his compatriots.

Good evening, Miss Packard.

Colonel Barrister.

Inspector James, Scotland Yard.

How can I help you?

I am here on the authority of the
Commissioner of Scotland Yard.

My Aunt Ada was poisoned, Miss Packard.

A post -mortem has revealed that she
died as a result of an overdose of

morphine. Morphine?

Morphine.

Do you drink?

I recognize a fellow's soak when I see
one.

Do you hide your bottles under hedges
and behind books on bookshelves?

Why do you drink?

Why do you?

Because life is empty of meaning.

I thought you and that other nervy lady
were looking for a house, not a woman.

We thought the house might lead us to
the woman.

Water Lily.

What happened to Lily Waters?

Reverend Bly.

Rose is such a pretty name.

Yes.

She was telling me she had a twin.

Lily.

The doctor in my village has a daughter
called Iris because it's his wife's

favourite flower.

Did you choose your daughter's name for
a similar reason?

Yes.

My wife's favourite was the Tudor Rose
and mine was the Lily.

How did your wife die?

We lost Lily, Miss Marple.

My wife never really recovered.

If they ever leave you, they take half
of you in.

They searched all over for the little
girl.

Did they find her?

Not till two weeks later.

Job found her.

Amos's brother, Job.

Where?

In the woods.

Job was, um...

You know, the way people used to get
round here.

And they didn't see anyone else for
generations.

The way the Warranders got.

That old Joe was a country boy and he
believed all that Halloween guff

about spirits in the woods and witches
that turn into mice and birds and

lore.

Anyway, people thought, well, Job found
her. Maybe Job took her in the

first place.

And did he?

Job hanged himself.

Did they know how the child died?

They did all sorts of tests, and they
thought, maybe poison.

Rose.

Elastic planes are leaving tomorrow.

I'm on the second one.

Use your ticket, Rose.

If you can't tell me what you were doing
last Saturday night and who you were

with, then how can I trust you?

I... I'll be at the film for a while
tomorrow.

If you want it, I'll have your ticket.

What were you doing?

You see, what I don't understand is...
Both of the water filters

were referenced in the painting, right?

Yes. And, you see... Oh, Miss Beresford,
could I have another?

If you would be so kind.

I think she wants to leave.

Lily, with the name of the house, and
Rose with the flowers.

Of course, the rope has to be Job.

But God knows who's supposed to be
standing at the window.

You see, what Mrs. Lancaster said to me
was, was it

your poor child behind the fire?

And Lily didn't die in a fire.

Eggplant.

She was poisoned. So where's the fire?

She was specific.

Oh.

Shall we take our drinks upstairs?

Oh, that's so kind of you.

Good night, Miss Marple. Good night,
Miss Beresford.

Good night, Mrs. Beresford. Oh, good
night, Miss Beresford.

Shall we go upstairs, dear?

Let's go upstairs.

Oh, what time does all the yard come in
the morning?

Upstairs.

That's it.

Hanna.

Hanna.

They've gone to bed.

Come.

Oh, where is it, my darling?

She just wants me to lie and lie, Hanna.

Nellie? Of course, Nellie.

Nellie, I... Nellie, I wanted to die.

This is a warning.

Something wicked this way comes.

Someone's trying to scare us.

Excuse me, but in my legal capacity, I
must ask, would you make an appointment

with my secretary, Miss Forsythe? Please
sit down.

Oh, very well. If you say that, my
seat's wet. Sit down.

My name is Colonel Beresford of MI6.
This is Inspector James of Scotland

We have reason to suspect, clients of
yours, the Johnsons of being involved in

murder and abduction.

If you do not tell me everything that
you know about them, you will be

for perverting the course of justice. Do
you understand me?

Johnson is what you might call a quiet
client. One doesn't ask her too many

questions about.

What is his full name?

He doesn't use his real name, I have no
doubt. What is his real name? Well,

heaven knows.

Apart from dealing with the bank
accounts, we have had correspondence

fellow. I have... Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Commandant Boe Repair. Who?

Boe Repair, care of the post office,
Farrells and Edmund.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are lucky in
this community

to have living amongst us...

A great man.

A great

philanthropist who has worked tirelessly
through charitable trusts to

improve the lot of his fellow man.

And, of course, a great patron of the
arts.

Ladies and gentlemen, Sir Philip.

Last night, up at the airbase, I
discovered Chris Murphy tried to sign a

from the vehicle pool but was denied
permission.

Look, consequently, no -one up there saw
him. He went AWOL, which is a military

term. Yes, yes, but between which times
was he gone?

Four in the afternoon to one in the
morning, easily enough time to get to a

sunny ridge and back. And I went over
Sir Philip's Bentley and found this.

Fallen down between the front seats.

Helen Burns.

Hey, looking forward to this?
Apparently,

Nora's only got one life.

Now, it's a great pleasure to present
Miss Nora Johnson in Jane Eyre.

Oh, don't cough, Helen.

Every cough breaks my aching heart.

Have a glass of water.

You should arrest him now.

Gotland Yard will be here soon and
they've asked us to wait, Ethan.

The Americans are moving out today. By
tonight it could be in a different

country. Is there anything you would
like to say to your dear Jane before you

leave me, Helen?

What was that?

You couldn't hear me.

No, stop it!

Sir Philip Stark?

Yes. What on earth's going on?

Stop the film, please.

Stop the film!

Right, where are they, Sir Philip?

Ah.

Eric and Betty Johnson?

Yes. Colonel Beresford, MI6.

You are under arrest for the murder of
Ada Beresford and the abduction of Mrs.

Lancaster.

There must be some mistake.

You're not obliged to say anything.

Take the match.

Am I Commandant Bow Repair? No.

No. That's not me. That's not him.

He comes from Luton. For the past 12
years, correspondence has been addressed

him, Commandant Beaurepaire, at your
address.

Yes, that's right.

Well, who picks it up?

We're not gossip.

No.

It's easy to gossip if you deal with the
post, and we don't do it. Who picks it

up? The only Commandant Beaurepaire I
know is the name of the rose.

The red and white one.

Round here they call it the York and
Lancaster, the Tudor rose.

Nellie Bly picks it up.

Would you allow me to lead this
investigation, please, darling?

She's right.

We think it's the code name for Nellie
Bly's fancy man.

Oh, no.

No, no. It's the code name she uses when
she's dealing with the old lady who she

hides away in an old youth's home.

I saw this on her desk yesterday.

This refers to the pair of a Mrs York,
not Lancaster.

I think she'd use both York and
Lancaster, maybe alternating between

whenever she moved home. We thought the
roses in the painting meant rose waters,

but they don't.

They mean the old lady herself.

Did Miss Packard give a good description
of the Mrs Johnson, another name stolen

from the village, who came to pick the
old lady up?

Yes, yes. Did she give a good
description?

Couldn't have been Nellie Bly, because
she was helping Septimus with a sermon

that night. Oh, no, Tuppence. Septimus
and Nellie have a cold marriage. On the

surface, the writing of the sermon is a
lie to hide the fact that Septimus

spends every night with the one woman in
the village who really loves him.

Hannah.

The Bly's were anxious that this
adultery didn't get back to the bishop,

it did, he would lose his living. But
once you've unpicked that lie, the

left without an alibi is Nellie.

This has been Nellie all along. It was
she who had the best access to Sir

Philip's car. She who corresponded with
the solicitor, no doubt. She who tried

to scare us off last night. And she who
took Mrs.

Lancaster from Sunny Ridge.

Mrs.

Packard describes her as early 40s, 5
foot 5 inches, brown eyes, and always

wears glasses.

Mr. Bleasman!

What is it?

Nellie Bly's dead, sir.

What happened?

She's been run over, sir.

It's a call to be Chris Murphy, sir.

He left the film before anyone else, and
these Americans drive their trucks like

lunatics. By the state of her injuries,
it is a heavy vehicle, sir. It could

easily have been the truck.

What's the name?

Chris Murphy, sir.

Where are these Americans based?

I'll take care of myself, sir.

It was an accident.

Honestly.

I didn't see her.

I just didn't see her.

I thought I'd hit a pothole or
something, you know, an animal.

But when I got out, Mrs. Bly was at the
side of the road.

Why didn't you report this accident?

Because it wasn't an accident, sir. I
think that somehow, in some way, which

sure will be revealed by somebody, you
were in league with Nellie Bly.

To do what?

You went with her to Sunny Ridge. And
when the truth was about to be exposed,

and before you tried to leave the
country, you took your truck and you

her with it. Well, how do you explain
the presence of your cap in Sir Philip

Stark's Bentley?

Because you'd put it there, hadn't you,
Ethan?

Hadn't you?

To blacken the name of your rival for
Rose.

You've been trying to shift suspicion
onto Chris from the beginning of the

investigation.

It's probable that Nellie Bly was not
working alone. So let's check her

her employer, and anybody else who may
have a link to this Mrs. Lancaster.

Darling, you can leave it to us now.

Please.

Are you English, Chris?

Half.

My parents divorced and I went to live
with my dad when I was ten.

And who's Sylvia?

Is she the woman you arranged to pick up
at 8 p .m. last Saturday?

Who is she, Chris?

Is she your mother?

Where does she live?

London.

They won't let me have a car, so I,
uh...

I went on the train.

You know, ever since I've been here,
I've been trying to find her.

Trying to get the courage to go and see
her.

She had another family.

She didn't want to know.

And you're ashamed of it?

Ashamed of telling Rose?

Why?

It appears that you are off the hook.

That was the hospital on the telephone.

Nellie Bly was not killed in the
accident.

She was dead before you hit her.

She had been poisoned.

I'm thinking Nellie didn't do this
alone.

So who was helping her? Well, whose car
was it?

Who didn't report it missing?

Who was Nellie Bly in love with?

So much so that she tolerated our
husband living with another woman.

Sir Philip Stark.

But he didn't go to Sunnyridge with her.
He was at the Emporium when she would

have to have been on the road.

What was he buying?

Stocking up on basic provisions because
he was expecting a sudden guest.

Mrs Lancaster.

If only I could have another look at
Nellie's desk at the manor. I'm sure I'd

find lots of papers relating to Mrs.
Lancaster.

Papers that would draw a straight line
to Philip Stark and reveal who this Mrs.

Lancaster really is. Oh.

I know who she is.

Don't you?

Who?

I just don't know where to find her.

Why are the bells ringing at this time
of night?

What on earth's going on? It's Septimus,
sir. You've got to come. He wants all

of you.

Come on, quickly.

All of us? Quick.

You. Yes.

Septimus!

What are you doing?

I'm calling you to confession.

I know it's what the other lot do, but
tonight we're going to do a bit of it

here.

When I first came here, I had a future.

Isn't that true, Sir Philip?

I was going to be a bishop.

I could have gone higher.

This was the first round for me.

And, Nellie, we had ambitions.

But then a child disappeared from this
village, taken from outside her

house as she was playing.

And as a spiritual leader, I had to make
sense of this.

But how do you make sense of something
insensible?

When Lily Waters was murdered in our
village, Job Perry knew we all

blamed him for it.

And he came to me and he begged me for
help, for guidance,

for a friend.

And I turned him out.

I'm sorry, Amos.

But that night, your brother hanged
himself from a tree because I hadn't

him.

I hadn't helped him.

And later, I realized he was innocent of
that crime.

My wife revealed to me who'd taken that
child and killed that child. And my

wife, my wife, begged me to stay quiet
about Job's innocence

and do what was right.

said it was in our interest to stay
quiet.

Who killed the child, Septimus?

If you do not reveal who the killer was,
there is a serious possibility that you

will be arrested for perverting the
course of justice. Do you understand?

Some secrets have been buried too deep
and for too long to be easily revealed.

Isn't that true, Septimus?

The Perrys weren't the only family in
these parts that suffered from the

softness of interbreeding, were they,
Septimus?

The Warrenders, at the other end of the
social scale, suffered the same

affliction.

But the last one had married properly,
hadn't she, Sir Philip?

It had struck me. It is odd that your
wife's memorial plaque was with the

Warrinders, for that's her family, isn't
it?

Julius Stark was the last Warrinder.

Yes. And Julius Stark had taken Lily
Waters and killed her.

Yes!

And Lily, full of...

deference to the social order full of
loyalty to you, Sir Philip, had agreed

support you in the cover -up, to let the
blame fall on a man who couldn't defend

himself, and to persuade her husband to
allow a fraudulent

plaque to be placed in his church.

Helen Greger.

If a woman is battling psychological
problems, then pregnancy and especially

loss of a child can be the crisis that
pushes her over the edge. I believe this

must have happened to your wife. She was
a late mother, maybe 40, and I think

you were aware of the immense pressure
she was under. You brought her old

home. I moved her here.

to where she had been happy as a child
herself.

You prepared the house for the arrival
of the child with love, and when it

didn't arrive, she took one from the
village.

My wife is dead.

The wife you knew is dead.

But down the years, you and Nellie have
taken care of it.

Shell that was left of Julia, haven't
you? Keeping her resident in

I imagine.

Then retirement home.

Hiding her identity through the use of
pseudonyms like Mrs. York and Mrs.

Lancaster.

I think Colonel Beresford's aunt had
stumbled across the truth at Sunny

Maybe she had recognized the name of the
village when talking about the painting

and asked too many questions.

When she wrote, Mrs. Lancaster is not
safe, what she had meant was not

that Mrs. Lancaster was in danger, but
that Mrs. Lancaster was the

danger behind.

Come in.

Please, sit down.

What a very pretty brooch, isn't it?

Would you like a look?

I've met you before, haven't I?

Yes, Julia.

At Sunny Ridge.

Sunny Ridge?

Yes.

You told me that there was a child
behind the fireplace.

Yes. Yes, I did.

That fireplace.

Where is she now, Cicely?

Is she in the house, Boscombe?

Painted?

House you and Nellie went to great
lengths with your maps to prove didn't

It doesn't exist.

Yes, it does.

I've played in it.

It's a playhouse he built for the babies
in the woods on the estate.

Before he showed me, it had been
abandoned for 25 years.

No one knew it was there.

Where is it, Nina?

Is this where you brought Lily Waters?

To play?

While I watched?

Why let all this love go to waste?

Why did you kill her?

Why should my baby die and the common
child live?

Some things are simple when you look at
them right.

You know what you have to do.

Have a glass of milk, my dear.

And what about Ada Beresford?

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
That was a simple thing to see.

Glass of milk, my dear? No, thank you.

Neda wasn't the first.

All those with a little knowledge down
the years have been removed.

And Philip has moved me somewhere new.

I always wanted Philip to move me.

Not that woman who coveted him.

I have told you!

Is that why you killed Nellie Bly today?

Was that her name?

Milk, my dear.

No.

There's no... I'm determined to...
Please, Julia.

I won't take that. Thank you, Julia.

Enough. Enough. Enough, Julia.

Philip. She knows, Philip. Enough,
please. Philip. Philip.

She knows. It's all right, my darling.
It's all right.

Sir Philip and Lady Stark.

I am arresting you for the murder of
Nellie Bly, Ada Beresford and Lily

Waterman. Please.

They're not obliged to say anything.

But anything you do say will be taken
down and may be used in evidence.

Dad.

Chris and I are going to get married.

With your permission, sir.

Yes, of course.

And we're going to set up home here,
sir.

Well, who would like a good old
-fashioned English cooked breakfast?

A Beresford special. A Beresford
special, yes.

It must run in the family. It's the only
thing he knows how to cook. Then I look

forward to your help in the kitchen.

Thank you, Miss Marple.

You did most of this yourself, Tubbins.

Thank you.

I thought I'd lost you, Tuppence.

I thought I'd lost you, Tommy.

A long time ago.

To breakfast.

Let's go straight back to London.

Yes.

I'll drive.