All language subtitles for 02 Murder is Easy

I'm afraid the vicar seems to have been
delayed this morning, but as we sing our

first hymn, we remember Florence Gibbs,
whose sudden passing last week has

shocked and saddened us all.

Her granddaughter Amy tells me that this
was a favourite of hers.

Breathe on me, breath of God.

You're tied, Quiffy. All right. Thank
you for coming.

My turn now.

Do you think Scotland Yard closes for
lunch?

Scotland Yard? I doubt it.

Oh, what a relief.

I have to report a murder.

Really? Well, two actually, and that's
so far.

You see... Flory Gibbs knew her onions
as far as the mushrooms were concerned.

And the vicar would hardly forget to
wear his mask with his Wellington boot.

suppose not.

So it has to be Scotland Yard.

Murder is easy, you see.

As long as nobody thinks it is murder.

Which they don't.

Except for me.

And the dreadful thing is I'm starting
to have my suspicions about the

bumblebee. I'm sorry, don't quite
follow.

You suspect the bumblebee is the
murderer? No, no. No, I...

I suspect he's going to be the next
victim.

You've been quite sluggish.

Unless, of course, the killers got their
eye on me.

I could be next.

Have you shared your concerns with
anyone in Witchwood? Only with Mr

He's the soul of discretion.

Persian.

I will be all right, won't I?

I do hope so.

It's just so cute.

For as much as it hath pleased Almighty
God of His great mercy to take unto

Himself the soul of our dear sister
Lavinia, here departed, we therefore

her body to the ground, earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to

dust, in sure and certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal life, through

Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Hello. Hello.

I don't really know anybody.

Well, you do now. I'm Luke Fitzwilliam.
You are coming back, Luke.

Of course, Miss Winfield.

Oh, this is... Jane Marple. Hello.

I'm Honoria.

Were you a friend of Lavinia's?

An acquaintance.

Oh. Well, do come back with Luke, won't
you?

Thank you.

Were they very close?

Didn't Lavinia mention them?

They were best friends.

Lavinia had so many friends.

Poor old Bumblebee.

Who?

Dr. Humblebee. Please, Daddy. Looks like
death.

Can't you persuade him? Fat chance.

Jeff's just being sensible.

Back to the surgery and I'll give you
the once -over. No.

It's Dr. Thomas to you, not Jeff.

For God's sake.

Rose. And she's Miss Humblebee.

Edward, dear, you are looking a bit
peaky. Is that your expert diagnosis?

Peaky?

Edward, careful.

Honoria, my dear, in the midst of love.

Major Horton, our local bigwig, Member
of Parliament for Darlow.

Hot tip for Foreign Secretary after the
election.

I'm so sorry, so dreadfully sorry.

I imagine he's very good at public
meetings.

I'll introduce you.

Lydia Horton, Jane Marple.

Promotion at last. How smart.

Thank you, Mrs Horton.

You know about my predecessor's tragic
death, Miss Marple?

Lavinia mentioned it, yes.

It was a foolish thing. He neglected to
wear a mask when he was spraying his

hives. Got a lung full of poison.

Reverend, how's tricks?

Good morning, Bridget.

Can I go through?

By all means.

Luke?

Miss Conway's on a brass -rubbing
holiday.

She's touring the counties of Doric
Church and staying at the Seven Stars.

She's American.

Yes, isn't she?

Shall we?

What on earth's that?

It's just a popular tune.

Must remember to start rationing the
wireless.

Well, escalators can be tricky if one's
not used to them, but I can't imagine

what Lavinia was doing in London.

When had you last seen her?

Oh, when was it?

Hmm.

Where's Hugh got to?

No, he's over there with someone.

Oh, yes.

They'll be discussing Hugh's campaign
for the general election.

That's James Abbott, our local
solicitor, a staunch member of the

The Conservative Association.

I doubt Miss Marple imagines you the
socialist.

No, thank you, Amy.

I don't know why Anoria came with that
ghastly girl on.

I feel sorry for her.

Alone in the world since Flory died.

Flory Gibbs?

That's right, Amy's grandmother.

She'd been mushroom picking for her
supper and unfortunately picked the

sort.

Poisonous and agonising way to go,
apparently.

And less than a week later, we lost the
vicar.

Now stop fussing.

I'm all right.

Is everything all right? An impressive
house, Gloria.

I was born here.

Was that just you?

I had a brother.

And you, Mrs. Wharton, are you...

Which would, brawn and bread?

No, no, no, I'm a Hexley girl
originally, along by the river.

And you know what they say about Hexley
girls?

You? All true in your case. Stop it now.

Oh, is it time for your tea, Wonky Poo?

Thank you.

Mr. Wonky, I presume.

That's what Lavinia calls him. Yes.

Oh, he adored her.

Don't.

He's had a poorly year.

Jeff! Help!

I

don't

know, I'm back to the surgery.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You'll be tickety -boo in no time.

I can't think how I made a mistake with
the train times back.

Just as well use them overnight things.

Well, I bought them just in case. You
never know, do you?

How long were you away from Witchwood?

Five years.

Well, I came over for my mother's
funeral two years ago, but had to go

back again to Malaya.

Now there's a whole lifetime of stuff to
sort out before I move on.

Where to?

Good question.

Lily there.

Make us up at home.

Now, Miss Marple.

Tell me, how exactly did you know Miss
Pinkerton?

I don't remember exactly.

Malaya, what did you do there?

I was a police detective.

She comes in very handy when someone's
spinning me a yarn.

Oh. Well, in that case, I met Lavinia
Pinkerton for the first time on the day

she died.

I believe she may have been murdered.

You don't look batty.

Thank you, Mr Fitzwilliam. Though
appearances can be deceptive. I'm also

concerned about Dr Humbleby.

Lavinia told me that he'd been...

Hello, Savoy Hotel.

Sorry.

Thanks, Jeff.

Humblebee's dead.

Dr Thomas is moving into Edward's room.

Well, it's lovely of you to come, but
I'm off to the parish hall. I'm stuffing

election leaflets for Hugh.

Don't you think, under the
circumstances... You want to try and

can see through your little game.

What? Oh, I'm campaigning for Labour.

Geoffrey, a few leaflets here or there
aren't going to make much difference.

I could make your apologies for you, if
you'd like.

May I stay here?

Well, if it's the dumb thing.

Tea?

Jeff.

Laurie, she's a bit... Grief affects
people in different ways.

What did Humbleby die of?

Acute septithymia. Blood poisoning.

Edward had cut his finger and Jeff says
it must have become infected.

How did he get the cut? That's me.

He was a clumsy old clod.

Clumsy and stubborn.

He absolutely refused to countenance
Rose marrying Jeff.

And Jeff was perfectly decent, and Rose
loved him.

That's because he was a modern
generation.

Bang up the date.

No, no, no, no, no. Wrong cut.

Still, it's all changed now, hasn't it?

Let's all have lots and lots and lots of
sugar.

Come in, Amy.

Goodbye,

Dr Thomas.

Poor

old

Humbleby. May God rest his soul.

Amen.

How good of you to step into Jessie's
shoes, Miss Marple.

All hands to the pump.

We'll have you out knocking on doors if
you're not careful.

Never quite sure about politics.

They also serve who only sit and lick.

Awfully pleased with Hugh's new
photograph. He does wear well, doesn't

Yeah.

Oh, how tactless of me. I'm so sorry.

No, honestly.

He wanted to ask me to marry him, but I
had to say no. I had Leonard to

consider.

Excuse me.

Oh, dear.

Leonard? Oh, her brother.

Miss Marple doesn't want to hear our
village gossip, Lydia.

Oh, I don't mind, really.

Well, Leonard Wainfleet was mentally
retarded, a simpleton, to use a kinder

term, and Noria had to take care of him
because their parents had died very

young, so she turned down Hugh's
proposal.

But then Leonard died, by which time
Hugh and I had fallen for each other,

there was, well, there was no going
back.

That must have been very hard for both
of you. Yeah, well, she came to the

engagement party and smiled bravely, but
it was only a few weeks after Leonard's

death, and after that she shut herself
away like a hermit for months.

I still feel a little guilty, but... Oh,
I'm

doing the teas.

Where's Miss Wainfleet?

Oh, um, powdering her nose.

Cheer up, Amy.

Might never happen.

Sorry. What is the matter?

The hives were infested with mites.

The spray to treat them is highly
poisonous and...

If the wind's in the wrong direction, I
found him just here.

And he wasn't wearing his mask?

It was still hanging up.

He'd become increasingly absent -minded.

The previous evening, he'd filled his
pipe from the tea caddy instead of his

tobacco tin, according to Miss Conway.

Bridget? She was visiting.

Well, see yourself out, won't you?

Thanks.

about Miss Pinkerton.

So soon after the victim.

Of course, your grandmother.

She was lovely, my gran.

A real country woman.

Knew about things.

What sort of things?

How to help people.

Her and Uncle Henry.

And who's that?

Never mind.

You pass the biscuit.

You have to be so careful with mushrooms
not to pick the poisonous sort, don't

you? When you get to gran's age...
Begging your pardon?

She said herself she wasn't sure about
the door.

Water's boiled.

The door?

She was stirring her stew in the kitchen
when she thought she heard a knock at

the front door.

But nobody was there.

Was she expecting someone?

That yank woman.

Did she say why Miss Conway was coming?

The vicar.

The old vicar. He put them in touch.

That's all she told me before she took
ill.

I ran and got Dr Humbleby, but he was
too late.

Oh, dear.

Early night for you.

I'm going to listen to the wireless.

Miss Wainfleet's got some hat dye
somewhere.

Got this straw hat needs jazzing up.

Oh, you want to look smart for a young
man.

I haven't got a young man.

You

don't

get enough with that boon.

You needn't have opened today.

I'd rather keep busy.

Terry, I don't suppose anyone's found a
book and handed it in.

Nature's poison.

Not just poisons.

Sounds a grim reed.

Not if it helps you distinguish between
deadly nightshade and bilberries.

It hasn't been issued in five years. I
can't find it anywhere.

Do you want to report it stolen?

No, it'll turn up, I dare say.

Thanks. Did you find everything you were
looking for?

Getting there.

How are the troops?

Fighting fit.

Any custard creams left? You know what
you can do with it?

Stay here.

Ladies present.

The library's not the place for
political propaganda.

And who asked for the collected works of
Karl Marx to be on the shelves for all

to see? That's history, not propaganda.

Come on, Jeff.

There's a principle at stake. And where
did you get your principles from?

Moscow? No reason. You can't put up your
socialist poster as well. That's

democracy. There's only space for one.

And it's the Socialist National Health
Service, Mrs Horton, that pays for your

treatment. And I pay my taxes, which
means I'm your employer now, Doctor.

So I'll thank you not to be impertinent
to my wife. May I suggest... It's just a

thought. Why not take turns with your
posters?

Labour one day, Conservative the next.

The judgment of Solomon.

Not exactly.

But it would be a solution.

Why not?

Why not?

Could you pass my victory speech again?

Excuse me. I might start with the
revolution.

I think I'll leave you to your politics.

I must see your lovely church.

Thank you so much, Miss Marple.

They'll never be a socialist in Hugh's
seat.

Well, the same. Change can be a force
for good.

Sometimes.

What?

Thinking aloud.

Ignore me.

I garden.

That's my hobby.

One's closer to God's heart in the
garden.

Mine's an unholy tangle.

Can you hand me one of those wax sticks?

These? Yeah.

Where else in the county have you
travels taken you?

Oh, Darlow. That's a pretty church.

Bellhurst along the river.

All around.

Do you think you'll stay long?

My plans are open -ended.

Oh.

All thumbs today.

How's the gorgeous Luke Fitzwilliam?

Gorgeous?

Sure he is. I should know.

I've been around the block a few times.

Hello, Miss Marple.

What do you think of our church?

Charming.

Oh, um, would you like this, the last of
the vicarage, honey?

I offered it to Mrs. Horton, forgetting
she's diabetic.

How lovely.

You must miss Reverend Minchin.

The whole village does.

He had the pastoral gift, a true
comforter of troubled souls.

Now, are you sure about Reverend
Vincent's mask?

Definitely tampered with so he'd breathe
in the poison spray.

Now, the killer must have removed it
after he was dead and put it back in its

place. I knew he couldn't be that absent
-minded.

Any more than Flory Gibbs, a real
country woman, as Amy said, would pick

wrong mushrooms.

Do you know of Amy's Uncle Henry?

Never heard of him. Uncle Henry.

Rings a bell.

Oh, by the way, Bridget Conway says she
thinks you're rather nice.

Rather nice?

Well, gorgeous.

Just as well.

I've asked for the lunch at the Seven
Stars tomorrow.

What?

I just wonder why she wanted to see both
Flory Gibbs and the Reverend Minchin

around the time of their deaths.

When did she arrive in Witchwood?

A few days before Flory Gibbs died, as
far as I know.

But if you think Bridget has any
involvement with any of it... Oh, I'm

what I think yet.

I'll ask her not to poison lunch.

So did you come back to England for
someone special?

No.

My posting had come to an end and I had
my mother's house to sort out.

It was no one special.

Uh -huh.

Is that a cynical uh -huh?

It's a way to see uh -huh.

Tell me about her.

Your family.

It's a long story.

We have time.

Do you have brothers, sisters?

All I know, I was adopted.

When does the river Witchborn run?

Um, Hexley.

And then all points east until it
reaches the sea. Why?

Just checking my sense of direction
hasn't deserted me.

Uh -huh.

Oh.

Holy moly.

Was it me?

Don't flatter yourself, my ankle.

What can I do?

I'll manage.

I'll just have to go back.

No, I'll take you. Lean on me.

I'm a big girl now, Luke. I said I'll
manage.

Bridget?

I just need a king -size aspirin and a
pack of ice.

They won't have ice at the Seven Stars.

Ask them for a hot water bottle.

That's a purse, twine, little pots, big
pots, in -between pots and assorted

dibbles.

Are you sure, Jessie?

Never more so.

I'm having the garden all crazy paved.

Your lovely garden?

It was Edward's garden. I've never cared
for flowers.

No, you love flowers. You mustn't
contradict me.

I'm a widow.

You're so lucky, Lydia.

I've always thought so.

Oh, gardening gloves.

Try them on, Hugh. Be a girl fit. Rose,
where's that tweed jacket of your

father's? No, really.

No, we must go.

Oh. Thank you for these.

Yes, and if there's anything we can
do... Come on, Mother, let's go in.

That's not normal.

What's going on? She's shell -shocked.

Wouldn't you be?

I'm not planning on dropping dead, I
hope. Only if the socialists get in.

Ah, happy? How could I not be?

Mr Foreign Secretary.

No, nothing is certain.

Not until that call from the Prime
Minister.

Miss Conway.

Major, Mrs Wharton. Still here?

Less than becoming a fixture.

You are quite the exotic. We haven't had
any Americans here since the war.

What about pre -war?

Rarer than hen's teeth.

Now, weren't there some in Hexley when
you were a girl?

Only for a summer.

They're staying in Hexley Hall.

We're going to be late. Sorry, Miss
Conway.

Here.

More

cake,

Jane?

It is delicious.

My mother's recipe.

Is that your brother?

My child, in a way.

He drowned.

He was always playing the giddy goat
down by the river.

I couldn't be with him every minute of
every day.

We think he must have been balancing on
the rocks and slipped.

How severe?

Oh, it's healed up nicely, hasn't it,
you spoiled thing?

Major Horton is much better suited with
Lydia, as it turned out.

Oh, I'm sure Lydia told you the whole
sorry saga.

And why not? There were no hard feelings
from any of us.

Well, I could never have been a
politician's wife.

One needs ambition.

Mr Abbott was wrong yesterday about the
judgment of Solomon, wasn't he? That

story's not about compromise.

I dearly wish you would knock, you silly
girl.

If you please, madam, please don't call
me silly. I'm not.

No.

Oh, poor you. Why not have a lie down?

Amy, dear, I found those hat dyes you
wanted.

Ask me later.

Thank you, Miss Waverley.

I do try to see the best in her, but I
only took her on as a favour to her

grandmother.

Flory Gibbs was quite a character.

How was lunch?

Lunch? Good. After lunch?

Awful.

Americans. God knows how we ever won the
war.

Oh.

Where are you going? I'm off to chew my
bag. I know where you are with the

carburettor.

Frankly,

and not to speak ill of the dead,
Humblebee was past it.

Perhaps now I can make a real difference
to the health of our community.

Do you think that... Ah.

Ah. Do you think that... Wider.

Ah.

Do you think Labour has a chance of
defeating Major Horton in the election?

Short of him dropping dead, no.

But we'll give him a run for his money.

Excuse me.

Whichwood Surgery, Dr Thomas speaking.

Hello, Henry.

No, no, no, don't come here.

I'll come to you.

Well, I have to tell you, you're as fit
as a flea. Oh, I was almost sure I had a

palpitation.

Perhaps you were confused.

Sometimes, Miss Markle, as one gets
older... As one gets older, Doctor,

sometimes one gets wiser.

Cooey?

I'm keeping my spirits up. So I see.

Sorry, what were you asking, Jane?

About Flory Gibbs.

Honoria Wainfleet said she was quite a
character.

Oh, thank you.

She knew everyone's secrets.

We called her the witch when we were
children.

That crooked little cottage and all
those lotions and potions.

She was very good with warts.

What an original taste.

Oh, quite experimental.

Isn't Mary Mead like Witchwood? Most
villages are the same, don't you think?

Lots going on.

And a doctor's wife must hear all manner
of things.

Like Sir Lionel's unusual condition he
picked up in India.

An aurea and the abortion.

Mrs Bleers and the gin bottle.

An aurea's what?

Oh, not for herself.

When she was postmistress, Edward used
to say they'd have to put returned

unopened on her grave.

But he could be quite crude. She
inquired for a friend years ago.

Edward gave her very short shrift. Who
was the friend?

She wouldn't say.

I have my suspicions.

But that would be telling.

Drink up. Let's try something else.

Amy?

I have to commit a terrible sin.

Go through.

and I'm almost sure it's sort of
cultural.

I thought it was the name of a rose, but
it's not.

Uncle Henrik.

I'm not a gardener.

Don't you have hobbies?

I have interest.

Oh, politics.

Serving the nation is a noble
aspiration, Miss Marple, and in the

the opportunity presents itself... Shh!

Good night, Miss Wainfleet.

Amy?

I thought she'd overslept, but I knocked
and called and, well, she'd locked the

door. Thank goodness Luke had a ladder.

Amy's not very well.

Actually, he's dead.

Ah!

Oh.

The hat died.

She's poisoned herself I

don't

think she meant to

the close family of the Gibbs here from
duty.

Amy's Uncle Henry didn't come.

Who?

Didn't Amy have an Uncle Henry?

Not to my knowledge.

Vote forces and give your local
candidate a resounding victory.

Vote forces. Make sure your vote counts.

Vote conservative and keep socialism at
bay.

Dinosaurs.

When has she put the light on?

She wouldn't have mixed up the bottles.

But I wonder why she locked the door. We
should wait for the inquest before we

jump to conclusions.

Don't you think?

Amy wanted to dye her straw hat.

I had some old bottles of hat dye and
she chose one.

The next time I saw it was in her room.

When...

When her body was discovered?

Yes. Thank you, Miss Wainfield.

Constable Terence Reid.

I climbed in through the window,
ascertained that the deceased was...

and unlocked the door to admit Miss
Wainsleet and Miss Marple. That's when I

noticed, well, we noticed, a bottle of
cough mixture on the washstand, almost

identical in shape and size to the
bottle of hat dye.

So she took the wrong bottle from the
washstand in the dark and drank from it

with fatal consequences?

Exactly.

Death was due to poisoning by the oxalic
acid in the Scarlet Flame hat dye.

Yes.

Thank you, Dr. Cobblers. You may step
down.

The day before, I not only prescribed
her cough mixture, I also gave her the

result of a medical test.

She was pregnant.

What was her reaction to this news?

She was shocked and upset.

Yes?

She was praying and said she had to
commit a terrible sin.

Might she have been referring to
suicide?

It seems so now.

Of course it wasn't suicide. Say
something.

Miss Wainfleet, was Miss Gibbs in the
habit of locking her door at night?

No, she wasn't. But this time she wanted
to shut out the world.

Not uncommon with suicides.

Please, sir.

Speaking as an ex -police officer, I
feel duty -bound to point out to you

Miss Gibbs could have been murdered.

Do you have evidence to this effect?

No, but it is possible that someone
could have entered through the window,

changed the positions of the bottles on
the washstand as she slept, so that when

she awoke with her coughing, she would
have taken the wrong bottle back to bed.

And the locked door?

Perhaps she was afraid of someone.

In view of the doubts raised by Mr
Fitzwilliam and wishing to leave no

unturned, I adjourn this inquest pending
further inquiries by the police.

Miss Pinkerton never said anything to
me.

Perhaps she thought you... Wouldn't
believe it. I'm not sure I do.

Flory Gibbs.

The Reverend Minchin.

Miss Pinkerton herself.

Dr Humbleby. And now Amy. All murdered.

Terrence.

She'll be wanting police protection now.

Did she pretend to sprain her ankle?

Maybe she didn't want to kiss you.

What makes you think I tried? I'm not
batty, remember, Luke?

No, Jane.

I dare say she does find you gorgeous.

Can't afford to be distracted from her
real reason for coming here.

Which is?

I don't know.

All I'm sure of is that a genuine brass
rubble would refer to heel ball and not

wax.

I thought you'd be asking about Amy.

It's a complicated investigation, Miss
Wainfleet, so if you could try and

the day of Miss Pinkerton's death.

I was baking.

A treat for Lavinia.

She loved my ginger cake.

Any visitors?

Anyone who can confirm you were at home?

Only Amy, sadly.

But even he went out for an hour,
though. I don't know where.

But she put on lipstick.

I was in the big, big city that day.

You mean London?

Ding dong, Big Ben and jolly red buses.

Why? Don't be nosy, Terry, it's private.

Mrs. Humblebee, it is my job to find out
things. And don't be a bossybooth, is

that all?

No. Hard cheese.

Well, unless you have any more thoughts
about your husband's death.

Oh, massive.

I couldn't possibly share them with you,
naughty boy.

No, I did not throw Lavinia down the
escalator. The suggestion is outrageous.

I wasn't suggesting anything.

I wasn't even in London that day. I was
playing golf.

And I remember because I had a new
niblick and I holed my second off the

for an albatross.

Bad luck.

Hmm?

Well done.

Thank you.

She showed me a photograph of the ground
sticking 22 years ago.

When Lord Whitfield had Hexley Hall as a
family home.

What was in the photograph?

The river.

Down by the south boundary, where it
grows all reedy.

It said River Witchbourne on the back.

She said she found it when her parents
passed away.

I recognised where it was straight away,
especially with the girl in the

background.

I told Miss Conway who she was, but I
didn't tell her what we used to get up

Who was she?

Fruity Fleming.

Fruity? Yeah, right for the plucking
with our Lydia Fleming.

Went on to marry that Major Horton.

Thank you.

I only knew Amia for what she was.

And Noria indulged her shortcomings, and
one was polite, but... Terence...

I rub shoulders with the Lord Lieutenant
of the County.

That'd be exciting.

Damned hard work, actually. And when he
wins the elective, he gets his cabinet

position, it'll be even harder.

I suppose the Major will have to cut
down on his golf.

No, no, no, I'm the keen golfer. Hugh
hasn't played at all this year.

Have you had recent dealings with Ensign
Confidential Inquiry, Agents?

How do you know that?

What inquiries were they making for you?

Confidential one.

And their name? Sorry to interrupt.

Your key is ready, Constable.

Amy?

Sorry.

I'll be going now.

On the day Miss Pinkerton died, I
understand Amy Gibbs went to meet a man.

I'm interviewing several witnesses, Mr.
Abbott.

Witnesses?

You can't have been sneezed in
witchcraft without someone offering a

Are you saying a witness saw me with
Amy?

We used to meet in the woods by the
waterfall.

It was my baby she was carrying.

And now she's dead.

So's my reputation if it gets out.

She was willing enough, and I do have
needs, Terry.

Don't have much going for me.

Not like Horton.

What's the major got to do with this?

You all think he's such an upstanding
example of... I know things.

Such as? His disgraceful lack of
responsibility.

Have you ever wondered why Leonard
Wainfleet drowned?

He flipped on the rocks?

Yes.

And the night before, Horton was pouring
whiskey down him.

He drank enough to think a battleship
would still have been woozy the next

Maybe that's why he lost his balance?

You said you know things.

What else do you know about the Major?

That'll do for now.

You nearly killed me!

You nearly followed me.

Why did you come to Witchwood?

What are you looking for?

Not you.

Yet.

Before I forget, Terry, that missing
book's turned up. But I can't think how.

Nature's poison?

Oh, never mind the life. Put it down,
please.

Dr Thomas, do you know a Henry?

No.

Why were you out at Hexley Hall earlier
today?

Hexley Hall?

You were observed.

Henry Temple.

He's a psychiatrist there.

I've been to see him a couple of times
to discuss possibilities for your

She's heading for a nervous breakdown.

How do you know? Why else is she
behaving the way she is?

Well... I feel I just took an exam.

Oh, you part with blind colours.

Do you think there's anything?

And what Mr Abbott said about the Major
and Leonard Wainfleet? Plenty, yes. I

must go to the library.

Oh, well, shall I wait here in case Luke
telephones again with the progress

report? Oh, I expect he'll be straight
back once he's been to Darno and the

Emson Confidential Inquiry agents.

Nature's poisons.

Now, do you happen to know how this
found its way back?

It's a mystery.

Yeah.

Or perhaps not.

Ah, you found it.

I'm afraid that was me.

Why on earth would you steal a book?

Oh, I didn't take it. I just returned it
when I found it in the vestry cupboard.

The vicar must have borrowed it.

For five years?

That's why I sneaked it back.

The fine would be huge.

He was very absent -minded.

Are you sure it was the reverend
mentioned? Couldn't someone else have

in the cupboard?

I'm the only person in the vestry
normally.

Although Amy was there, but why would
she have it?

She was poisoned, but that was hat dye,
not ancient herbs and roots and berries.

Her grandmother knew all about those,
but Amy was a modern girl.

By the way, did the vicar ever mention
why Bridget Conway came to visit him the

day before he died?

Lydia Horton, I remember, or Honoria, or
Mrs Humbleby. They were doing the

church flowers when Miss Conway first
approached him.

Hello, Miss Conway.

You beat me to the jaw, Lydia.

I was just coming to see you.

I have a question.

Snap.

Come to my room.

I stand before you, returned again to
Parliament with a

substantial majority.

Actually, with a vastly increased
majority.

My dear wife, by my side.

James!

A sworn statement from the coroner at
the inquest into the death of Leonard

Wainfleet.

James. Stand down as candidate.

On health grounds, say.

And endorse me as your replacement.

If I don't?

Either way, you'll kiss goodbye to being
an MP, let alone Foreign Secretary.

But if you do as I suggest, you could at
least preserve your good name.

This will destroy Lydia.

Is that the Seven Stars?

I believe my wife is there.

Could you ask her to come to the phone,
please?

It's Major Horton.

Adorea. Lydia.

Hello, dear.

It's the day I lost Leonard.

I always come.

What is it?

Everything.

How did you get hold of this report?

Mr. Empson of Empson Confidential
Inquiry Agents was out of the office,

secretary, Gloria, was most susceptible.

All in a good cause.

See? He's blackmailed. But what can Mr.
Abbott want from the Major?

ambition can creep as well as soar.
Shakespeare?

Edmund Burke?

Is it really?

I've often wondered. Thank you.

Tell Constable Reid what the Hexley Hall
gardener said about the Learys.

There was a young American couple, the
Learys, who stayed at Hexley Hall as

summer guests of Lord Whitfield. Now,
the gardener says Bridget was very

interested in them. She was adopted.

By the Learys?

Perhaps.

Oh, I don't see what Miss Conway's
inquiries have to do with ours.

Nor do I, quite yet.

Henry?

Hold on, hold on. If we're looking for a
Henry, the Reverend Wake's called

Henry. Yes, he is, isn't he? Exactly.

But I knew it was horticultural, and
Amy's marked the page.

Old Uncle Henry, another name for the
herb, mugwort.

When combined with tannic seeds and
vulgari or pennyroyal, it is an

abortive agent.

Induces abortion.

Amy always said her grandmother and
Uncle Henry helped people.

Ah, ancient herbs.

Not such a modern girl, after all.

sighting growing up in America.

Did you have a white picket fence and a
swingy seat on the veranda?

On the 17th floor of an apartment block.

Oh.

But it was a nice apartment.

Mm, swell.

Uptown.

Is that good?

That's very good, Miss Wainwright.

Oh.

Luke Fitzwilliam.

He could do worse.

And so could he, a wholesome and healthy
girl like you.

Wait.

You owe me a kiss.

You think I kiss guys who spy on you?
You think I kiss girls who lie to me?

just asked.

I'm making an exception in your case.

Tell me the truth.

It hurts. Truth can.

No, my arm, Dumbo.

Tomorrow.

I'll know everything then.

But I want you.

It's crazy.

I want him.

You too.

You're madder than I am. We're not
saying you're mad.

If you think you're locking me away in
Hexley Hall... It would just be a rat

you, Jackie.

Bright cherry or Congo crimson?

Come to Evensong. Let's all stay
together.

What are you afraid of?

Five horrid deaths?

Number six won't be me, I can tell you
that.

I'm far too strong.

Mother.

Lydia says she told you what happened.

She told me what, but not why.

How dare he?

What are you going to do about it?

What can I do?

I'm so sorry, Hugh.

Where's Lydia?

She's at home.

You'll have to go.

Lydia asked me to tell you she's decided
to do the right thing.

What does she mean?

I've no idea.

She's in a hell of a state.

Of good souls.

Full of goodwill and abounding in
strength.

Where is she? As the psalm has it, the
Lord is my strength and song and has

become my salvation.

we beseech thee, O Lord, and by thy
great mercy defend us from all perils

dangers of this night.

For the love of thy only Son, our
Savior, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

She could still have held her head high.

Mrs. Horton injected herself with 300
units of insulin.

60 was her proper dose.

Dr. Thomas says that with what she'd had
to drink, she'd have slipped into a

coma and drowned.

Did she leave a note?

Not that we found.

No. Which would serve him well known.

Yes, he is.

Yes.

In her toe.

Go on.

Bridget? Oh.

That he was going to tell me today.

Tell you what?

That I'm her daughter.

What do I do without her?

You have loyal friends here. I know, but
she was my rock.

I'm going to need most of this stuff.

I have tragic circumstances in which to
start my parliamentary career, but I

quite understand why Hugh feels unable
to carry on.

Lucky I can step into the breach.

You've got to know, if it hadn't been
for you, Lydia wouldn't have killed

herself.

I have a campaign to run.

I never knew the whys or wherefore of my
adoption.

This photo was all I had to go on.

I came here to find the truth.

I asked Reverend Minchin if he knew of
any unwanted baby born 22 years ago with

a connection to the River Witchborn.

He pointed me to Flory Gibbs.

He said she'd remember anything like
that from back then, but she died.

Then Major Horton mentioned some
Americans at Hexley Hall before the war.

And you found the gardener there?

Who sets the girl in the photo with
Lydia.

Yesterday she came to the Seven Stars
and asked to see my birthmark.

She recognized it at the inquest. I know
she was about to tell me the truth.

But then she took a call from the major.
It seemed to shock her into scooting

off.

She just said she wanted to see me
today.

And now she's killed herself for fear of
the candle.

There's more than mere scandal involved
in her death.

Where is Hugh to lift the tragic gloom?
Edward never liked it. I'm not sure

that's real. I was asking Hugh. Mother!

Sorry, Major Horton, but what's come
over me? I'm trying to jolly him up.

it suits you. Stop it!

Please, Jessie, stop it!

Everyone, please go. Leave me alone!

Get out, all of you!

Goodness!

Why do you think your wife committed
suicide, Major?

Had she recently discovered something
that might have upset her?

Oh, no.

Jessie.

But suppose she'd found out about us?

She didn't.

And anyway, nothing happened.

Jessie and I took in a matinee of salad
days.

Such a jolly show.

Lovely tunes.

Which you both hum.

Quite prettily.

Geoffrey was short of cheeriness.

Lydia wouldn't have understood, so I
didn't mention it.

Cheeriness?

I was short of a lot more than that.

I see that now.

I hope you don't think I was leading you
on.

Just a pleasant outing, then.

It's meant to be happy ever after, even
if you marry a clot.

And if it's not, I do need a rest
somewhere, don't I?

Not at Hickley Hall.

Stay at home alone.

Could Mrs. Horton have been upset for
another reason?

Mr. Abbott was blackmailing him.

I bribed the coroner to hide the truth
at the inquest into the death of Leonard

Wainfleet.

Why?

He... The night before Leonard drowned,
he got extremely drunk with

me.

I was worried that might have
contributed to his fall the next day.

Drunk? Leonard never touched alcohol.

Leonard came to see me.

I'd already had quite a few.

To tell you the truth, Honoria, I was
wondering if I'd rushed into things with

Lydia so soon after you turning me down.

Leonard wanted to know why you were down
in the dumps.

I offered him a scotch.

Which he rather took to after the second
glass.

By the time he left, he was reeling.

When that and the bribery came to light,
Lydia thought it was the end of her

world.

She asked me to tell Honoria she'd
decided to do the right thing.

If we'd only realised what she meant.

Your wife didn't take her own life,
Major.

As well as the usual mark left by her
insulin injection, there was another on

her toe.

suggesting that an overdose was
administered forcibly while she was held

the bathwater.

Dear God.

Why would anyone kill Lydia?

Perhaps she'd kept a secret from years
ago.

Dr Humbleby knew a secret, didn't he?

Anoria asking about abortion on behalf
of a friend.

Jessie. Does it matter now?

It will matter to you.

Then it was Lydia.

Lydia wanted an abortion.

When was this?

Just before your engagement party.

Don't judge her, Hugh. Please.

Did she say who the man was?

No.

And this was a few weeks after your
brother's death?

Yes.

Major, when Leonard came to see you...

Did you by any chance talk to him about
sex?

He was an innocent. I tried to explain
to him about attraction.

What you might have meant to me in that
regard.

I had to convey some pretty basic stuff.

He wanted to know what he was missing.

I think you found out that night.

Do you mean he forced himself on Lydia?

No, she'd have cried and begged him to
stop. He'd know he was doing wrong.

No, he understood.

Shame.

Oh,

the shame of it.

The next day when he fell from the
rocks, perhaps it wasn't the effect of

drink.

Do you think that Leonard might have...
We don't believe it was an accident, no.

And what happened about the abortion?

Oh, Hugh, when I told Lydia that Dr.
Humbleby wouldn't help, she never

it again. I assumed she'd made some
other arrangement. I wonder if she went

Flory Gibbs, who used to help people
with her ancient herbs.

That's why Amy took nature's poisons
from the library when she suspected she

pregnant.

The terrible sin she spoke of wasn't
suicide.

It was abortion.

With that now that Amy was murdered,
just as we're sure now that Flory Gibbs

was, and the Reverend Minchin, and your
husband, Mrs. Humbleby.

And, of course, Lavinia Pinkerton, who
knew that murder is easy as long as no

one thinks it's murder.

All these murders.

Why?

To keep me from finding out who I really
am.

May I just ask, Honoria, if you've baked
any more cakes?

More cake, Jane.

My mother's recipe.

I know shop -bought cake when I taste
it.

And with your permission, Constable.

And little lies make me wonder if big
ones will follow.

Amy wanted to dye her straw hat.

I had some old bottles of hat dye and
she chose one.

Amy would never have chosen scarlet
flame as a colour. It would clash with

red hair.

Would it?

You only took on Amy as a favour to her
grandmother.

Did you agree because Flory knew your
secret?

What secret?

A secret almost too unbearable to speak
of.

Then don't.

Please.

Please. I'm afraid it must be told
somehow.

For your own sake too, Honoria.

I can't.

Well, let me help you.

It wasn't Lydia your brother forced
himself on that night, was it? It wasn't

Lydia who cried and begged them to stop.

He was drunk.

He was too strong.

If I'd reported it, they would have put
him away.

But if I didn't, I was afraid he would
defile me again.

So next afternoon, I let him go and play
and followed him.

And pushed him off.

It was an act of mine.

But then you found you were pregnant,
and you went to Dr Humbleby with that

story about a friend in trouble.

He turned you away, so you asked Flory
Gibbs for help.

One moment, Miss Marple.

Do you mean that Honoria killed Flory,
Amy, all the others?

Yes.

Because I was living around.

I overheard you with the vicar.

A stranger all the way from America,
stirring up memories.

I knew my sin must never see the light
of day.

I picked some mushrooms from the woods,
poisonous kind, and went to Flory's

cottage. Her kitchen window was open and
she was making a stew.

You knocked on the door.

When she went to answer it, you went
round the back, leant through the

and put the mushrooms in the stew.

Yes, and stirred them in.

And the vicar knew what Leonard had done
to me that night. He'd found me praying

the next morning, and I confided in him.
He promised never to breathe a word.

How could I be sure after all that time?

I'd made holes in his breathing mask
when I was there for tea.

I came back and hung it up before he was
found.

Why did you have to kill Edward?

He might have remembered you asking
about an abortion.

How did you manage to poison him?

Wonky Pooh had a poorly ear.

Oh, this is rather unpleasant, Jessie.

So I collected... Passed from the
weeping sore in the saucer. Made sure

cut his finger.

And sent him on his way with a plaster.

And Lavinia was such a chatterbox.

She had to have an accident of her own.

It's very suspicious, Mr. Wormley.

By us, probably.

And then Vicar.

The bomb would be not looking very well.

The only way to tell Scott when you are,
the better.

I thought I could stop then, but Amy got
herself into trouble with Mr Abbott.

Cheer up, Amy.

Might never happen.

She said she knew that years ago I'd
gone to her grandmother and unless I

with the same foul mixture that would
destroy her unborn child as it had

destroyed mine and comforted her as
she's been, she'd tell the whole of

Witchwood. She didn't have the hat dye
in her room that night, did she? Only

medicine.

But you couldn't have helped Amy in any
case, could you?

Because all those years ago, your own
maternal instinct was too strong and you

changed your mind.

I pulled the horrid stuff down the
drain.

And shut yourself away like a hermit
until your time came.

I gave birth.

What happened to the baby?

Flew.

I placed you in God's tender hands.

God gave you back... To me.

When did you know?

Sometimes I looked at you and wondered.

Scarcely seemed possible.

And then Lydia said she recognized your
birthmark and that you were a mystery

baby she'd found caught in the reeds by
Hexley Hall.

And I knew for certain.

Lydia found me.

Why didn't she team to the police?

She couldn't risk it being known she'd
been there, waiting for her young

gardener and the last starry night of
illicit passion before she married you.

She gave you to the Learys, childless
and barren as they were, who took you

to America.

And when the Major told you Lydia
decided to do the right thing...

And you realised that she was going to
tell Bridget all she knew.

Once you found you were born here, you'd
never have stopped asking questions

until you found the truth.

You're such a bright girl.

So you slipped away during the service
and went to kill Lydia.

I gave you life.

And, oh, it was swell for you uptown.

Come along, Miss Wainfleet.

When?

Look in your pocket.