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I managed to see them all
at my daughter's while I was away.

Inch, how good of you to come.

St Mary Mead, please, Inch.

- Gossington Hall.
- I'm afraid it's the Lodge now.

Miss Marple! Miss Marple!
Telephone!

Oh, thank you, Cherry.

Hello?
Just coming.

- Armstrong's.
- Oh, thank you, Cherry.

Mr Armstrong?
So good of you to call back.

Would you be kind enough

to keep four or five
of your scones and muffins for me?

Mrs Bantry's coming home today.

She's been all over the world
as far as I can see.

Thank you.

WOMAN SINGS IN DISTANCE

What's the matter?
SINGING GETS NEARER

No ill effects from our gardening,
have we?

- I have had none.
- Good.

I'm just away on my wee toddle.
I shan't be long.

Please don't hurry.

Not at all. Tootsie-bye!

DOLLY BANTRY: The Plaza is
showing a Marina Gregg film!

INCH: They only show old films.

You have to go to Danemouth
to see the latest.

I'm only interested because
she's bought Gossington Hall.

We heard about that.

We didn't believe it at first.

I expect they've filled the place
with marble bathrooms.

Marina! Marina honey, coffee!

Oh, I love the smell of fresh paint!

They seem to have
done very well, Mrs Hopkins.

That's right. Mr Hopkins
kept an eye on them for you.

You come and see your new kitchen,
Mrs Bantry.

A washing machine!

It'll be plumbed in tomorrow.
Come and see the rest.

I shall feel as if I'm living
in a magazine article!

Bit different from the Hall.

I'm quite content. I couldn't have
continued there after Arthur died.

No, this is just right.

Oh, and flowers!
Thank you so much, Mrs Hopkins.

How are they up at the Hall, by the way?

Moved in about a fortnight ago.

Spent a king's ransom
on improving the place, they say.

Not that I'd call it improvements.
I liked the old place as it was.

Thank you, Giuseppe.

- Coffee, Maurice?
- Oh-h-h-h!

- Black?
- Of course.

- Sugar?
- No, thank you.

I've GOT to get into trim.

It's humiliating for an Irishman -
a woman beating me all the time!

And she's my patient!

Good for my morale.

Do goddesses require morale boosters?

Hi, honey.

Morning. Darling, have you heard
of the St John's Ambulance Brigade?

Sure. Part of my English childhood.

- Ella said you'd know.
- Ella knows everything.

They're volunteers.

They go to
cricket matches and things.

They want to come here.

They've held their garden party
at Gossington Hall for years

and they'd like to do it again.

Good! I'd like that!

"Squire Rudd graciously permits..."
Great!

All right?

I want the whole village here!
We'll have a brass band.

It'll be fun, Jay, don't you think?

Absolutely. We'll have a ball.

I feel as if I've come home!
At last I've found it. Home!

My home!

Look!

This is where I want to die.
I never want to move again.

ORGAN MUSIC:
Bach - "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring"

You DO work quick!

- I'll get you some more water.
- Oh, thank you very much.

DOOR OPENS

(Forgive me. Forgive me.)

Mrs Brogan, dear, I'm going
to leave these flowers for you now.

Miss Knight will be
expecting me for lunch.

Yes, dear, I know,
but she means well.

She's very kind.

MOTORBIKE ROARS ALONG

HOOTS HIS HORN

Oh, that wretched Malcolm Cooper!

I agree. That bike of his
oughtn't to be allowed.

Oh, dear!

Oh, look at your shoe!

- My Arthur'll fix that for you.
- Oh, that is very kind.

Love-thirty.

Ah!

Love-forty.

Marina Gregg. Dress circle.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Excuse me.

Giuseppe, you may go now.

Miss Gregg will be filming
at the end of next week

so it would have to be
Monday or Tuesday.

Of course.

Excuse me, I'll get back to you.

You've done it again.
I'm sorry.

- You were sorry the last time.
- Marina would think it was for her.

Enough is enough!
It's beginning to feel like

I'm keeping some
secret from Marina

and I WON'T have it!

- I don't think she'd mind.
- Well, I mind. I mind.

Last time, Ella. No more.
Understood?

I hate men who are in love
with their wives.

There. That glue will take
a few minutes,

but there's no hurrying it,
I'm afraid.

That IS so kind of you.

What are you doing over this part?

I cut through the new development.

- How do you find it?
- Most reassuring.

I think it is exactly how
one would expect it to be.

Quite right.

- Oh, no sugar for me, thank you.
- Oh, you must! The walking you do!

Malcolm Cooper's bike would raise
anyone's blood pressure.

Thank you.

An administering angel, that's me!

Heather enjoys helping people.

Oh, it's Mr Giuseppe from the Hall.

He often cuts through here
to get the bus to the station.

I give him a lift sometimes.

Foreigners look funny with umbrellas.

He's Italian. Marina Gregg's butler.

He says he visits
his mother in Soho...

I met Marina Gregg once.

...But you never know, do you?

Did you really?

Yes, I did. She's lovely.

She's a wonderful actress!

Do you remember "Mary of Scotland"?

I've always been a terrific fan.

Oh. And where did you meet her?

She came along to open
a St John's Ambulance do in Jersey.

They were filming "Bird of Passage" there.

That day, I had a temperature
and the doctor said I couldn't go!

Takes more than that to beat Heather.

Quite right.

I got up, put on lots of make-up
and went along.

I didn't feel too bad.

She talked to me for some time.
She gave me her autograph.

Oh, well, it was wonderful.
I've never forgotten that day.

There's never any holding Heather.

Quite.

- And you met Marina Gregg?
- Yes. In California.

My dear!

I told them my house
was for sale, and lo and behold!

They've invited me for drinks
this evening.

What was she like?

Charming.

So natural and unspoilt.

It's a kind of livery.

What is?

- Being unspoilt and natural.
- Oh.

Think of having
to keep it up all the time,

even when you feel spoilt
and not at all natural!

No wonder film stars
go off the rails.

How many husbands has she had?

- Five.
- Oh, my dear!

Can you imagine how tiring?

The most promising was Isador Wright.
That was rather serious and quiet.

And she had a baby.

She'd always longed to have a child,
and she's half-adopted a few strays.

Anyway, this was the real thing.
Motherhood with a capital M!

And then after all that,
it was born...

Well, anyway, there was something terribly wrong with it.
- Oh.

Was that when she had
her breakdown?

- Yes.
- Oh, dear.

Drugs, alcoholism, the whole thing.

This latest film is her comeback.

Is that the time? I must rush.

She isn't really American, you know,
she's English.

Oh, well, that's good, anyway.

Oh, by the way, it really is nonsense,
this companion business.

I would have thought Miss Knight was
the one who needed looking after!

My nephew Raymond is very kind
but a little over-solicitous.

I would like to talk to you
about it.

'Coo-ee!'

Can we manage
a teensy bit more tea-cake?

- Oh, my poor dear Jane.
- Quite.

I wish I could stay here for ever.

I'll go away, I'll make movies,
I'll come back.

This'll be my home, real home.

It's so marvellous to have found
a home at last.

Good!

- You don't hate the changes we made?
- No, not at all.

I would have been disappointed
if you hadn't made any changes.

You have not driven me
out of my home.

It wasn't the house I grew up in.

It was my husband's, so I was agog
to see all the changes you've made.

That's good to hear, isn't it?
Shall we?

Excuse me.

The local plumbers don't seem
to understand bathrooms very well!

- Is there marble in your bathrooms?
- Yes. Would you like to see?

I shall be the envy of the village!

It is very good of you
to agree to continue

the St John's Ambulance
garden party here.

It'll be fun. We can hardly wait.

Can you recommend a local band?
We must have a brass band.

BAND PLAYS A STIRRING MARCH

There aren't very many
of them out there.

Are we being boycotted?

No, not at all.

In an English village, they take
time to warm up.

I guess so.
Anyway, your fans will come.

Uh-huh.

The over-forties, you mean.

Hands up all those
who are grandmothers!

What is this, honey?

Notice the care
that's gone into the make-up today?

I don't want to let them down.

At least they can say,
"She's marvellous for her age...

whatever that is."

What is the matter? Hm?

Why did you invite Lola Brewster?

Oh, that's it.

I didn't think we could
invite our producer

without his girlfriend, that's all.

Tell Miss Brewster
I'm on my way up.

Yes, Mr Fenn.

Why invite them at all?

Ardwyck Fenn is very tough
and stubborn

but the sentimental side of him
is mushy to the core.

We need this monster
on our side, honey.

So he can forget Lola Brewster
isn't in the film playing my part?

- Why are we going to this thing?
- It was kind of them to ask us.

- Huh, kind?
- Yeah, kind. They don't like me.

Still, it's the thought that counts.

He's waiting for me to crack up,

then he claims the insurance
and puts her into it.

What?

Who have you been talking to?
The studio insures you, not Fenn.

They've insured me for
quarter of the budget.

Of course they have.

Darling, that is how
important you are.

Believe me, Fenn does not
want Lola in this film.

That's the last thing that he wants.

The studio wouldn't go for it anyway.
It's stupid studio chit-chat.

Hey, you were right, darling.
Look. They're pouring in now.

Oh!

Come here, dear.

Now, we must make quite sure
we don't overdo it!

I shall not overdo it,
I promise you.

BRASS BAND DROWNS THEIR WORDS

Roll up, ladies and gentlemen,
try your luck on the coconut shy.

Impress the ladies!

Three balls for sixpence.

What a good turn-out, Mrs Badcock!
All those shillings at the gate.

Yes, AND I've been invited
up to the house!

I daresay I shall
see Marina Gregg again.

How nice.

She won't remember me, of course.

- Shoe shipshape, is it, Miss Marple?
- Yes, thank you, Mr Badcock.

Oh, here's Mrs Bantry.

- Isn't this splendid?
- It is.

Do look at the swimming pool.
It's pure Beverly Hills.

I must go.
I'm expected up at the house.

Of course.

- Shall we go somewhere else?
- Of course.

I'll take him away.

MR PUNCH: The baby! The baby!

That's the way to do it!

Miss Brewster,
could I get a photograph?

Great.

Miss Gregg!

Mrs Bantry, how good of you
to come.

I wouldn't have missed it.

Remember Jason?

Let me take you over here.

How good of you to come.

How VERY nice of you to ask me.

So unspoilt, she is, in spite
of being so famous.

Yes.

My young people keep me up to date!
Here's Mrs Badcock.

Mrs Badcock is the indefatigable
secretary of the Association.

Lemonade! How nice!

I don't know what St John
would do without her.

How good of you to come.

You don't remember me, do you?

How should you?
You meet hundreds of people.

- It was in Jersey of all places.
- Oh, yes, Jersey, of course.

I was there with...

Poor woman.

I do so want to see the bathrooms!
I don't suppose I shall get a chance.

I'm not the sort to be beaten.

I just said to Mrs Bantry, wouldn't it
be fun to see the bathrooms?

I'll ask! Why not?

You were wonderful.

You talked to me for 15 minutes

and you gave me your autograph.

I've still got it.

I've got it tucked away at home.

So we have met before.

Of course, you won't remember me.

What a delightful story.

- Here we are.
- Oh, I have orange squash.

You've got to try an
American daiquiri, Marina's favourite.

- Come on, it's a festival.
- Thank you.

The ladies of the village
would like to explore

your splendid bathrooms, Mr Rudd.

May we satisfy this
purely domestic curiosity?

Yes, have a bath.

Have a ball!

Thank you so much!

Gladys, the group in the corner
need attention.

Yes, Signor Giuseppe.

SIGNOR, Gladys. It is not
the opposite of junior.

Yes, MISTER Giuseppe.

Oh!

Oh! REAL marble!

Oh, real marble.

-...Yes, I think so. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Miss Marple.

We've run out of buns!

- Oh, my dear!
- Hello, Miss Marple.

- Did you get some tea?
- Yes, I did.

I am going home.

If you see Miss Knight,
would you tell her?

Of course.

Ah, buns!

Excuse me, ladies, please.

In here, Giuseppe.

Go and find Dr Gilchrist.
He's somewhere in the grounds.

Dr Petrie's the chap if you can't
find him. 267's his number.

Yes, I'll call him. You make
your wife comfortable. 267.

Arh-h-h-h!

Twenty-one.

Very nearly.

Doctor! Mrs Badcock,
she is...er... Please come.

I'll come straight away.

- I love these guys!
- Excuse me.

- Everything all right?
- Of course.

Her doctor's on his way.
Here.

I couldn't feel her pulse.

It's not an easy thing to do.
He'll be here soon. Drink it.

She's not used to drinking.

Nor am I.

I'm sure that's all it is.

How bad is she?

Bad? What do you mean, bad?
This woman's dead.

Oh, there you are!

I've been
looking for you everywhere.

I wake early.

Now, then, the telephone call,
nothing serious, I hope?

It was VERY early.
It was for you.

Really?

Mrs Bantry. I said she could ring
again AFTER you've had breakfast.

When my friends ring,
I prefer to be told.

Mrs Bantry wouldn't ring
without a good reason.

Very well.

I must say, this breakfast
looks delicious.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Marina?

HORN BLARES

There's been a problem, sir.

Miss Gregg can't make it.

What do you mean?

That's all I know, sir.

Give me that!

She's still asleep.
Did you ring the studio?

Yes.

- Where's Gilchrist?
- He drank too much last night.

What's wrong with him?

He doesn't like dead bodies.

In a doctor, that's great!

Why did that goddamn female
have to die here?

PHONE RINGS
'Hi.'

Lola, honey! You were right.

I was?

Yeah, Marina's not coming in today.
Doctor's orders.

Some garbage about reacting badly
to that woman's death.

Maybe she IS cracking up.
You said she would.

They're not releasing the body!

Really?

There'll have to be a post mortem.

Well, yes, I suppose there will.

Well, the poor woman
looked perfectly healthy.

Quite.

She hadn't seen a doctor for years
according to her husband.

- And...
- Yes?

Old Briggs.

Yes?

He's helping me with my garden
now that I've only got the Lodge.

He also does Dr Petrie's garden.

Dr Petrie got to Mrs Badcock just
after Marina Gregg's doctor did.

Oh, yes... Yes?

Oh. Oh, yes.

Briggs was clipping the forsythia just
outside Dr Petrie's study window.

You have to clip forsythia
just after it's flowered.

Dolly!

Yes, well, Dr Petrie...
was telephoning to the police.

Thank you, constable.

Get me HQ, Danemouth, will you?

Superintendent Slack.

Heather Badcock WAS
being very tiresome.

She began some endless rigmarole

about having met Marina Gregg
somewhere years before,

which isn't exactly tactful.

There wasn't anything particular
in it, you know,

except that it was then
that I noticed that Marina Gregg

wasn't doing her usual charm stuff.

You mean she was annoyed?

No, it wasn't that.

I'm not at all sure
she heard a single word.

No, she was staring
over the woman's shoulder.

Mrs Badcock finished her silly tale

about getting up out of her
bed of pain to get her autograph

and it was then
that I saw her face.

Mrs Badcock's?

No, Marina Gregg's.

She was staring at something.

She looked...

Oh, it's hard to explain.

Now, do try.
It might be important.

Well, she had a sort of frozen look.

Remember the Lady of Shalott?

"The mirror crack'd
from side to side

"The doom has come upon me,

cried the Lady of Shalott"?

Well, that's what she looked like.

- Good morning, Fred.
- Good morning.

There's no doubt about it, sir.

Barbiturate poisoning.

Aggravated by alcohol, yes, sir.

Could it have been an accident?

No. The woman never took drugs.

Agreed.

You do realise, Lake,

that I'm going to have to put
someone senior on this, don't you?

Sir.

A frozen look, you said.

She was looking past Mrs Badcock.

What was beyond?

The wall. The stairwell.

There's a rather good copy
of something Renaissance on it.

A Madonna and child.

I can't see that the painting
would make her react like that,

and she'd see it every day,
wouldn't she?

That's right.

Now, who was coming up the stairs?

The producer.

And that actress friend of his.
She's well-known. I forget her name.

Isn't Marina Gregg's husband
the producer?

- He's the director.
- Oh.

Then there was the mayor.

His wife was dressed in
turquoise from head to foot,

including gloves!

Very odd!

And then the Gryces from Lower Farm.
Now, they've been having trouble...

Craddock's a good chap.

He rocked the boat a bit
while he was in the Met

but I admired him for that.

He'd have got further if he hadn't.

People called him a troublemaker.

All he did was insist on a bit
of honesty. He's a good chap.

We're lucky to get a man of
his calibre at this sort of notice.

So do you think that Heather Badcock
might have butted into something

without knowing what she was doing?

Yes, I do. And without realising
that it was a dangerous thing to do.

If she was killed, that's the only
reason I can think of.

Unless...

Yes, Jane?

Oh, I don't know.

I just wondered
if it might have been...

well, the wrong murder.

All we have is that the cause
of death has been established?

And that the drug must have been
administered at Gossington Hall.

I'll start with the husband.

- Craddock.
- Sir?

You do realise that we're dealing
with the household of Miss Marina Gregg?

Yes, sir.

Need I say more?
You DO know who I mean?

Yes, sir. The film actress.

A living legend!

Eagles Over Estonia.
You remember Eagles Over Estonia?

Now, that was artistry.

Yes, sir.
What are you asking me to do?

Tread carefully.

Tact and tactics.
Mostly tact.

Don't barge in where
angels fear to tread.

You'll be in the public eye.

I understand, sir.

While I'm considering tactics,
I'll talk to the husband.

- And another thing.
- Sir?

While you're in St Mary Mead,

I suggest you make contact
with an old lady there.

She looks like what you'd expect.
Don't be deceived.

She's got a mind
like a meat cleaver.

She's the sort of person
who could help you on this case.

Her name is Miss Jane Marple.

I'm not insisting, but I do
advise you to interview her.

I was intending to, sir.
She's my aunt.

- Good morning, Mr Badcock.
- Oh, yes. Come in.

Heather had been telling Miss Gregg
how she'd met her once before.

Heather was going on a little.

Well, she does a bit, but Miss Gregg
was ever so nice about it.

She said, "What will you drink?"

And Heather said, "Lemonade,"
kind of thing,

but then Mr Gregg...

That oven's a bit high, hang on.

I mean, her husband, Mr Rudd,
Jason, that's it,

he said, "No, no, special occasion.

Have a..." Oh, Mexican thing...
"Daiquiri."

Sounds Mexican, anyway.
Yeah, daiquiri.

I think Heather took it more
because Marina Gregg

was drinking the same thing
than anything.

Did your wife drink it
straight away?

No, she didn't.

I think she took
a sip for politeness

but she didn't drink it.

So when did she drink it?

She didn't exactly.

It was a bit later.
It got a bit crowded.

Somebody jogged Heather's elbow
and it got spilt.

Some of it went on
Miss Gregg's dress.

Talk about mortified!

Miss Gregg was ever so nice.

Gave Heather her drink.
Said she hadn't touched it.

Marina Gregg handed over
her own drink, did she?

Are you certain of that?

Oh, yes.

Heather didn't want to take it,

but Miss Gregg said she'd had
quite enough already.

That's when Heather drank it.

Rather quickly because that's
not her sort of thing.

So the drink was Marina Gregg's,

meant for her.

Looks like it.

It makes much more sense.

This barbiturate is lethal
at a lower dosage

when it's aggravated by alcohol?

Yes.

Then it makes sense to give it
to someone who drinks.

Daft way to finish off a woman
who's a teetotaller.

It's only a fluke she accepted it.

Time we visited HQ,
don't you think?

What a lovely surprise!
Dermot! After all these years.

And Sergeant Lake. How very nice
to see you again.

Thank you.

No need to ask why you're here.

Do you think Mrs Badcock
was the intended victim?

No, I thought she might not be.
Who do you think it was, then?

You ARE remarkable.

As a matter of fact, Mrs Badcock
was given Marina Gregg's glass.

As far as we know, it was that
which killed her.

I see.

Well, do please sit down,
won't you?

Only if you have
something to tell us, Auntie.

I hardly get out nowadays.

No, of course not.

My advice to you is to go and see
Dolly Bantry at the Lodge

and ask her about
the Lady of Shalott.

Giuseppe!

Giuseppe!

Giuseppe!

Giuseppe, how could you
let me sleep that late?

PHONE RINGS

Yeah. Fenn.

You were seen.
Someone saw you do it.

Seen where? Do what?

You were seen. Murder is murder.

Talk to my lawyer.

- Delancey.
- Sir?

Tell the switchboard
no more calls direct.

Understood, Mr Fenn.

What did you give me last night?

Are you trying to ruin my career?

It's all right. We rang the studio.
They understand.

They understand
I'm causing them difficulties!

You ring and tell them
I'm on my way NOW.

Yes, Marina.

Oh, uisge-beatha.
Physician, heal thyself.

DOOR SLAMS

Ahem.

I'm sorry to startle you,
Mrs Bantry.

We did try the bell.

I'm Inspector Craddock,
Milchester CID.

Miss Marple said I was to ask you
about the Lady of Shalott.

Jason...

Marina's driven herself
off to the studios.

Damn!

Marina just drove off.

Yes, I know!

Jay, wait!

DOOR CLOSES

Go hurt yourself.

Somebody find me the key
to the dog-house.

And then this line of Tennyson
came into my head.

I don't know why.

Thank you.

"The doom is come upon me,
cried the Lady of Shalott."

- Curse, I think.
- Sorry?

"The curse is come upon me."

Really?

I learnt it at school.

Oh.

How splendid.

Well, it felt like doom,
but perhaps it was a curse.

I suppose "curse" would do.

You've told us about
the vicar, the producer,

the actress Lola Brewster,

the mayor and his wife,
the Gryces of Lower Farm.

Was there anyone else
on the staircase?

No. I don't think so.

Oh! How stupid of me.

There was the girl
taking photographs.

There was a photographer there.
She wasn't part of the group.

A photographer? Was she...?

I mean, would she have been
in Marina Gregg's line of sight?

Oh, yes. Yes, she would.

I wonder...

Good afternoon, Miss Marple.
I brought them!

Thank you, dear.

What a lovely collection!

I said to HER, "I hear your darned
telly through the walls an' all.

"I know the sort of rubbish
you watch."

Here.

"Film Frolics".

At least my Jim plays GOOD music.

Old time jazz and Schubert.
German music. That sort of stuff.

Here.

Ah, "Film Fans".

I wonder if they really are!

That good music has
to be played loud, doesn't it?

Here. "Picturegoer".
Will that do?

Oh, you've done wonderfully.
Thank you very much indeed.

My Jim's so easy-going.

I don't like him
apologising to her all the time.

I'm afraid they're all pretty old.
Back numbers.

But that's what I want.

I've called to see Miss Gregg.

She's not here, I'm afraid.

Miss Gregg left for the studios.

Mr Rudd followed her.

He's gone too?

Yes, when they discovered she
wasn't there, he went to look for her.

She has no sense of direction at all.

It's quite a disability.

Dr Gilchrist, Miss Gregg's
personal physician, is here.

He attended Mrs Badcock too.

Good. Dr Gilchrist, then.

- And there's always me.
- Yes, of course.

There was a photographer
at the reception, wasn't there?

Don't embarrass me.

I'm supposed to be
the perfect secretary.

Apart from an occasional
attack of asthma,

I'm the immaculate assistant.

I don't know who
the photographer was.

I assumed that Mr Rudd
had arranged for her to be there.

Dr Gilchrist - Inspector Craddock.

PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.

I suppose you'd better sit down.

Thank you.

Hello?..What?

Gossington Hall, you say?
I'm so sorry.

I haven't got used to it yet.
I wanted Mrs Bantry.

I've dialled the wrong number.
So sorry.

This photographer, Miss,
we are going to have to trace her.

OK, embarrass me.

So I'm afraid by the time
I got there, the woman was dead.

I see. Thanks.

Tell me about Marina Gregg.

I'm not asking for medical details.

I just want to know about her generally.

How had she reacted to this?
Is she fairly tough, would you say?

No.

No, I would not say.
Quite the opposite, in fact.

Actors are a pretty
thin-skinned bunch.

What people take for vanity
is usually diffidence.

An actor's job is very often
to get inside the skins of people

whose lives are a terrible mess.

People at their most vulnerable.

Actors have to
understand vulnerability.

Marina Gregg, I'd say...

embodies vulnerability.

I'm lost. Satisfied?

Now you get lost,
you little MONSTER!

SHE SOBS

I thought, "What could possibly
only take her 6 or 7 minutes?"

But who? You see,
you haven't told me, Dolly.

Oh.

Well, that secretary woman,
Ella Zeilinsky.

There is nothing near the gates.

It seemed odd that
she should cycle out,

then cycle back again so soon.

Then I remembered.
There IS something near the gates.

Oh! The public telephone box.

Do you know what I'm going to say?

No, of course not. Please go on.

Well, there IS only the phone box.

And so I thought,
the only proper reason

for Miss Zeilinsky to be using it

is if the phone at Gossington Hall
is out of order, so I rang it.

Yes?

It worked. So what phone call did
she have to make outside the house?

Most interesting.
Oh, well done, Dolly!

Oh...you know.

How did you find me?

I found you because I love you.

SHE SOBS HYSTERICALLY

Jane, what ARE you reading?

Oh, these. One thing
I discovered from them

I believe you mentioned in passing.

What was that?

That Marina Gregg
adopted three children.

Oh, yes.

It's strange that when
she became pregnant,

they stopped living with her.

There was talk about that.

When she realised she was to
have her own child, she...

Well...

She sent them packing?

They were very well cared for.

Oh! But a child
would feel that dreadfully!

I saw the note.

You did?

And the one you threw away.
Why didn't you tell me?

If you'll excuse me, I ought to
be getting down to the studios.

I'm usually in the way here.

A reluctant tennis partner
when Jason is too busy,

but today something in the air waves
tells me I might actually be useful!

I'll come with you if I may.

That wouldn't enhance my reputation.

Can't you get someone to drive you?

All right, then, you can come
with me in the patrol car.

Hmm.

I'll be taking
an old lady along, too.

Technically, she's
a manic depressive.

She genuinely can't help
nine-tenths of it.

What about the other tenth?

Ah, that indeed is the question,
Miss Marple.

It's the final tenth wherein
the morality of the thing lies.

Quite so.

And then, of course,
there's Marina's famous temperament.

Rapturous despair,
despairing rapture,

and everything in between.

Very good, Inspector.

Anyway, I don't envy her.

She's got a monstrous task
on her hands with this movie.

You know about Elizabeth of Austria?
A genuinely interesting woman.

After a free childhood, she married
the Emperor Franz Josef.

Her son was the Crown Prince Rudolf.

Poor devil!
You know what happened to him.

There was a scandal and a half!

Oh, yes, there was a tragedy.

Indeed, yes,
he shot himself and his mistress

in the hunting lodge at Mayerling.

Well, here we are.

Yes, I've always
wondered about that.

I suppose it's possible
two people may prefer to die

rather than spoil a perfect love,
but it must be rare.

Just so. Rare, haunting, tragic,
but that's movies, you know!

We're supposed to be in Mesopotamia!
Excuse me. Sorry.

That just about sums it up!

I've rescheduled, Jay!

You didn't need to!

It's important!

For Marina's state of mind (!)

For God's sake, give me a break.

Hey! Hey!

You promised me she was OK.

A1 emotionally, you SAID.
Put it all behind her, you SAID.

I said she is fine.

Excuse me.

What?

There's an Inspector Craddock
wants to speak to Jay.

Well?

Do your damned scene.

Thank you.

You're WELCOME.

Billie! BILLIE!

Get me the most up-to-date
accounts we have on Elizabeth.

Certainly.

And the insurance schedules.

PHONE RINGS

Hi. Lola Brewster speaking.

You were seen.
Someone saw you do it.

What?

CALLER HANGS UP

I've been told that when
Mrs Badcock was talking to her,

your wife seemed distracted.

Sure. Marina had had an earful.

The woman went on about getting out
of her sick-bed to get her autograph.

Marina was quite restrained.
Later, the woman spilt her drink.

Marina gave her hers.

Which killed her.

Killed her?

Mrs Badcock died from barbiturate
poisoning aggravated by alcohol.

My God, then Marina could have...

Mr Rudd, has it not occurred to you
that your wife may be in danger?

No. Not until you...

Why don't we talk about this
in my office? This way.

Excuse me, Mr Rudd...

Not now. Hold all calls.

Well...

I guess you...
You should see these.

I thought it was the work
of some harmless crank.

I worried in case it affected
the way Marina felt about things.

You know, doing this movie,
living in England again.

It's very challenging.

I never thought
they could be serious.

When did she receive these?

Well, I found one on the floor
of her room this morning.

I wondered... Her reaction to this
woman's death really worried me.

What worried you
about her reaction?

I suppose most people
wouldn't notice what worried me.

I recognised certain signs.
Inappropriate responses to things.

She began asking me questions
about herself, her capacities.

I was worried.

You know...the fact that
this could have been

an actual attempt on her life
is a great relief to me.

But she may still be in danger.

No, no. We'll face this together.
We will stop this person.

Do you know who it is?

No, of course not. Some crank.

Your wife has no enemies?

None of that sort.

Look, I know!

I've only been married to Marina
for five years

but I've known her for twenty.

Uh-uh.

This is someone very, very crazy.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Jay, I'm afraid
they're ready on set.

OK.

BELL RINGS

OK, studio, thanks very much.
That completes scene 132.

Excuse me.
You're standing in shot.

Make-up! Make-up!

Headlight and bell.
BELL RINGS

OK.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I can
have your attention, please.

This is the moment in the scene
where Elizabeth receives the news

that her son has shot himself.

Now, I want complete concentration.
Let's help the artists, huh?

- Thank you. OK, Delancey.
- Quiet, please.

- Turn over.
- Camera running.

Mark it.

Scene 148, take one.

Settle, please.

Action.

And that is how they were found.

The Prince...the Prince...

dead by his own hand,
it seems, Majesty.

I was asked not to tell you.

What can I say?

It seems like the end of everything.

The Emperor has ordered

that the presence of the young woman
should not be divulged.

Cut.

Am I imagining things? It seemed
to me as if she went pale.

As if she actually changed colour.

She did.

She did.

You were brilliant!

I love you.

I think we should do it again.

Sure.

Thanks.

'Marina told me once
that she uses an emotional memory.'

A parallel crisis from her own life

which triggers an appropriate response.

Interesting.

What sort of emotional memory
do you mean?

She could have used the moment

she was told her baby's condition
was irreversible.

A cruel business, huh?

Yes, indeed.
I wonder where that child is now.

Locked away in some clinic
in Santa Barbara.

Does she ever visit?

No, she never mentions the child.

But there, you see, pure alchemy.

A personal disaster
transmuted into something rich and strange.

Very interesting. How long have
you been her physician?

Four years.

Did you know her before that?

I knew OF her, like the rest
of the civilised world.

Ah, Marina!

Marina, darling,
this is Inspector Craddock.

How do you do, Miss Gregg?

OK, OK.

And this is Miss Jane Marple.

I'm an admirer.

You're very kind.

I guess you want
to have a few words.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me for a few minutes.

Jay...

Tell Marina to get ready to
rehearse the 19th in the boudoir.

Tony...

Jay!

Jay?

JAY!

Yes?

What's the matter?

They said...
they were gonna kill me!

What?

Come on.

Is this Miss Bence's studio?

This is. Margot's out.

Police.

CID. Maybe you could help us.

Let's see your little card.

Hm-mm.

She's snapping for Harpers
at Hampstead. Near Keats' house.

I'll show you the way.

You can't go in there!

I think, Inspector,
we would like to be left alone.

I must talk to you both.
The phone call...

Thanks, Delancey.

I couldn't trace the call precisely
but it was made locally.

We must discuss measures
for Miss Gregg's safety.

OK, head up.

Great.

OK, Cathy, you can take the hat off.
Let's do some close-ups, shall we?

This is where Keats is supposed
to have heard the nightingale.

All he'd hear now at night
would be grunting in the bushes.

Margot, darling!

Dead important visitor for you.

Relax.

My dear, what have you been doing?
Police.

Police.

Were you in St Mary Mead
last Saturday,

photographing a reception
at Gossington Hall?

Yes, I was.

This voice, was it male or female?

I couldn't say. It was so muffled.

Definitely male,

but kind of high for a man.
I don't know, kind of raspy.

What did it say?

Just one thing. Said it twice.

"Prepare yourself. It'll be soon."

Then I hung up.

You say you know of nobody
who wishes you harm?

No, I didn't. I said I can't think
of anyone who'd want to kill me.

All right, then, can you think
of anyone who MIGHT wish you harm?

For a start, some of the actresses

who didn't get to
make the movies I did.

What about your ex-husbands?

No. They were grateful to me.

Why?

I always married again.

They didn't have to
continue paying alimony.

What about Lola Brewster?

What about her?

You were the reason
she divorced her husband.

No. They hated each other by then.
She was dying to get rid of him.

Didn't take me long to see why.

It could have been Lola Brewster.

That's most unlikely.

I'm fed up with this. I don't know
who it is or why they're doing it.

Can't we forget it?

No, we can't.

Someone's threatening your life.

The least likely candidate
is a complete stranger,

so we have to check for people
you've antagonised.

I've got a movie to make.

We've had just about enough
of this, Inspector.

Thank you for your help.

Milchester?!

You want me to go all the way...
What's all this about?

It's a murder enquiry.

Oh, I didn't realise.
Well, of course, then.

I'd like to see the photographs
you took at that reception.

So the legend bothered
to turn up for work?

Yeah. Screwed up my rescheduling.
How are you? OK?

Sure. Been alone all day, that's all.

Oh, baby!

Get your butt down to the studios, OK?

Marina and Jay asked us over
for a meal at the Hall after shooting.

What's with all the invitations?

Jay and I had a fight.

I think he's trying to make it up.
He's pleased with the shooting.

I think he also wants us to see
how well Marina is doing

and how well she's coping with all this.

All what?

She's had her life threatened.

Big deal!

Such a sweet letter
from Lady Conway!

She plans to spend the winter
in Llandudno at the Belgrave Hotel.

Nice glassed-in terraces,
lovely grounds.

She's most anxious that I join her.
Unfortunately...

But, Miss Knight, if you're needed,
you must go.

No, I wouldn't hear of it.

An obligation is an obligation.

Now, we're not going
to let this trouble us at ALL.

I'll take this wee drinkie
through to the kitchen

and I'll prepare us
a delicious light supper.

I've had the chief constable
on the phone complaining...

about you.

Marina Gregg, you insulted her.

She was holding back on
who might be threatening her.

I was trying to provoke her.

Oh, you were TRYING, were you?

As long as you actually
MEANT to accuse

an internationally celebrated star
of adulterous conspiracy,

then fine!

She was holding something back.

She knows something
or she wouldn't be so defensive.

Do you think she might be
protecting someone?

She might be.

Complicated woman,
I dare say.

Artiste, artistic temperament, moody.

There she is, you see,
getting into the spirit of Old Vienna.

She may well appear rather strange
to the lay viewpoint.

I wonder if you've
taken that into account.

I'll bear it in mind, sir.

PHONE RINGS

Slack.

I've a call for Inspector Craddock.

He's here.

For you.

Thank you.

Hello?

I found the photographer, sir.

Oh, well done, Lake.

I suggest you bring her
to headquarters.

Headquarters?

I think you mean HQ!

I mean HQ, Lake.

Ah, I thought you did.
Superintendent there, is he?

Yes, he is.

We'll be there at 7.

Sorry about that, sir.

You've provided protection
for Miss Gregg, of course.

Yes, sir.

Round the clock?

Yes.

Well, make sure it's comprehensive.

We don't want anything else
on our plates.

Yes, sir.

Try not to get the Chief Constable
threatened with a libel suit.

Dr Petrie? Jane Marple here.

Now, look here.
We have to have this out.

I'm quite strong and I'm fit.

It's absurd, my having to have
someone living in the house.

Well, I dare say,

but it seems to me you're turning
into a regular old fuss-budget!

Really!

MISS KNIGHT SINGS

Supper will not be long.

I won't be a jiffy!

Dolly, you're going to have to do
something for me.

I want you to talk to Dr Petrie.

He's behaving just like Mussolini.

Mr Fenn and Miss Brewster
are leaving the main gate now.

Dermot! Three visits in one day.
Come in.

I've been very impertinent.

Lake has found the photographer.
I've asked him to bring her here.

I'm afraid I'm still
very much in the dark.

Why should Marina Gregg's life
be threatened?

It's such a puzzle.

The first person who usually
springs to mind is the husband,

but in this case,
he seems to be in love with her.

I'd say he was.

The most provoking aspect of it
is the risk the murderer took.

I mean, all those people
at the reception.

It was an appalling risk.

In fact, someone must
have seen something.

The trouble is most people
don't know what they've seen,

or at least hardly know
how to describe it.

VERY LOUD BACKGROUND MUSIC

- I thought as much!
- Hello, Cherry.

You made me jump, Gladys!

Sorry.

LOUD MUSIC AND SHOOTING
Look at that!

She's got that on just to annoy us.

She's in the kitchen with
the door shut listening to the radio!

I've had this place up to 'ere,
I tell you.

What is it, Glad?

I dunno, really.

Something funny.

You reckon Mrs Badcock
was done in like they say?

My Miss Marple reckons she was.
She's as sharp as a knife.

Well, it's funny, you know.

I reckon I ought to tell someone.

Tell them what?

She spilt her drink - Mrs Badcock.

What was funny about it?

I reckon she done it on purpose.
Spilt it on purpose.

Thank you for agreeing
to come here, Miss Bence.

I hope we'll have no difficulty in
eliminating you from our enquiries.

Eliminating me?
I came here in good faith!

Talking of faith, tell me,
would you be a Roman Catholic, my dear?

What?

I saw you in St Mary's some
weeks before this tragic business.

It was the way you genuflected.

I thought you seemed
so very distressed.

LAUGHTER

When we were researching the picture,

we took the writers to Austria.

Those Austrian Alps are wonderful.

I like the Austrians
better than the Swiss.

The Swiss have always
got their hands in your pockets.

The Austrians are -
what's the word? Gemutlich.

- But isn't Lola Jewish?
- What?

Your father WAS Jewish,
wasn't he, Lola?

Yes, he was.

Austria had a bad record on the Jews
when they were part of the Third Reich,

before that too.

We never came across anything
like that, I promise you.

Good.

I liked it there very much.

Really?
That's great. I'm glad.

- Thank you.
- More champagne, Lola?

Quaint little village do,
courtesy of a tremendous celebrity.

It's a fascinating mixture.

I gatecrashed it.

There are always
photographers at such events.

I knew I wouldn't be challenged.

Do you know much about Miss Gregg?

Hardly anything.

That's the sort of thing I check out
later if I'm doing a picture story.

Did you train?

Sure.
Rheingarten Studios.

Andrew Quilp taught me all I know.

Where are the Rheingarten Studios?

Santa Barbara.

You don't sound American.

AMERICAN ACCENT:
Oh, I can and I am. I have an ear.

ENGLISH ACCENT:
I decided to work over here.

Why?

I like English men.

Up in the hills, I mean about
five minutes from Santolea,

there's NOBODY,

but you have the town close by
if you need anything.

Oh, it's paradise!

Half the farms, they call them fincas,
seem to be empty.

We were thinking of buying
one of them,

you can get them for nothing,
and renovating it.

Wouldn't it be lovely?

What really happened at Mayerling?

Did that girl really want
to die with Rudolf?

What do you think?

We'll never know. I don't think it's
something we should worry about.

The girl was so young.

Rudolf had all the power,
the crown prince,

and he was old enough to know
how to handle the pistols.

What about her? Could she have
loved him that much?

Liebestod!
DO people love that much?

If you ask me, they were
probably as high as kites.

That doesn't help me, you know.

What do you mean,
doesn't help you?

Talking that way about Rudolf.

If I think about him as a junkie,
how can I believe in our story?

I think people DO love that much.
Rudolf was a very glamorous figure.

He was supposed to inherit
a huge empire,

so choosing to die with him,
she was taking her place in history.

That's right. It was a joke, Marina.

It was a bad joke,
but it WAS a joke.

I know you don't want me
to play Elizabeth.

What do you mean?

I know.

Do you think I'd have come
this far if that was true?

Sure. Because you know
it'll make money, REAL money.

That's the big consideration
with you, isn't it?

Big SAD consideration.
The root of evil.

Marina!

The love of money,
the root of ALL evil.

You have it raw for breakfast,

then boiled, grilled and fried all day.

How big is that insurance
you've taken out on me?

Why don't you just
get rid of me and claim it?

Will you excuse me, please?

Today's plans really
threw my schedules.

I've got a lot of correspondence
to catch up on.

Yes, well, I think
I'll just, uhm...

Yes.

But...but...

There.

Is that what you wanted?

I'm not really sure
what you're talking about,

but that does seem to be
the closest thing to it.

"The curse has come upon me,"
cried the Lady of Shalott.

She is looking at something.

Or someone.

Do you think it might have
been you, my dear?

I mean, do you still
think of her as your mother?

SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

Marina adopted us
so we could be props

in a play she'd written
called Motherhood.

I read once that Madame de Pompadour
and her friends

used to dress up as shepherdesses.

They even used real sheep!

I was one of Marina's sheep!

When did you stop living with her?

When she became pregnant,
which was announced to the world!

I mean, fanfares wasn't in it!

A small, indecent interval,
and we were all packed off.

Oh, we were provided for.

I think I could have forgiven her
if she hadn't made me love her.

But she did.
That was part of the contract.

We had to love her.
And she made it SO easy.

How did you know who I was?

Marina Gregg always talks about you
when she's interviewed.

Oh, yes. She couldn't
dump us publicly.

In print, she's terribly proud
of our careers.

She just hasn't been in touch
for twelve years.

Why did you come here, my dear?

For revenge.

What sort of revenge
did you have in mind?

Humiliation. I wanted to expose her.

I wanted a picture
that said,

"This woman is a cruel,
manipulative bitch."

I got a picture
of a woman who's frightened.

Is that what you think it is?

What would you call it?

I'd call it a picture of a woman
who's had a very unpleasant shock.

I can't bear this any longer.

I'm so afraid.

Do you love me, Jay?

Do you need to ask?

Then you'll help me, won't you?

Darling, darling, darling,
I'll do anything you want, anything.

Oh, darling.

Take her back to London,

then get on to the Met
to keep an eye on her, will you?

Sir. Still in the frame,
do you reckon?

Well in.

Oh, not at all! But you'll have
to give me time to think it over.

Thanks, Miss M.

Goodbye, Cherry.

Yes, now.

What do you think, Aunt Jane?

About Margot Bence?

I think she hates her stepmother
but she's far too sensible to murder her.

Now, Dermot, I just received
a most unusual proposal.

Ella?

Marina?

Giuseppe!

Giuseppe!

Si?

Giuseppe, get the goddamned police.

Get the police!

Sir.

RINGS

St Mary Mead 395.

Certainly. Would you hold on?

I think it sounds very sensible
but what would you do about...

Quite.

A Superintendent Slack
for Inspector Craddock.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Aunt Jane.

- You don't want any more?
- Well, get on to it, sergeant.

Sir?

Craddock.

Right, Miss Zeilinsky is dead.

Some joker put God knows what
in her asthma inhaler.

Why?

She must have seen something,

presumably who poisoned
Miss Gregg's drink.

Why didn't she tell YOU?

She must have gone into
business herself, bit of blackmail.

Pity you couldn't persuade her
to share this knowledge with YOU.

Mrs Bantry thinks Miss Zeilinsky
used the public call box.

She could have been
making blackmail calls.

This is exactly the sort of thing
I didn't want to happen, Craddock.

The Chief Constable'll be
roasting my ear.

What would you like me to do?

Do? Do?

Catch the bleedin' perpetrator
of this pig's dinner,

that's what I'd like you to do!

Sergeant!
CAR ENGINE STARTS

Signor Murano!

Tell everyone I want to see them
in the drawing room in 15 minutes.

You include me?

That includes you.

I will do it.

Do you love me, Jay?

I'll love you forever.

Thick and thin?

DOOR OPENS

- Your supper.
- Oh.

Soft roes on toast with a slice
of lemon and a jelly cream!

Oh! Thank you very much.

Oh, what's this?

Llandudno.
You asked to see it.

- Did I?
- Mm.

Oh, yes, of course.
Lady Conway.

You must consider
Lady Conway's offer very seriously.

Cherry is dissatisfied
with where she lives.

Her husband, a handyman,
likes to play classical music.

Cherry refers to it all
as "that German music."

German...music.

Oh, well, thank you, Miss Knight.
Thank you very much.

Oh, Miss Knight! Telephone to Inch
and to see if he can

bring the car round
as soon as possible.

Oh!

Where's Miss Gregg?

She's in bed.
I advised her to stay there.

She's under great strain.

She's smashed.

I'd be obliged if you'd fetch her.

She's asleep. She took a pill.

Please ensure that Miss Gregg does
not leave here before talking to me.

I'll take that responsibility.

I want detailed statements from all
of you before you leave the house.

I understand two of you are guests.

Yeah, me and Miss Brewster.

Then I'll start with you, sir,
if I may.

It's OK, sugar.

To the development, please, Inch.
Blenheim Close.

Do you insure your star
when you make a picture?

Yes, of course. It's obligatory.

If your star were incapacitated
early in the picture,

would you be able
to claim the full amount?

I'm not au fait with the details
of the policy, Inspector.

Our lawyers...
but I'm sure we're fully covered.

What do you think of Miss Gregg's
chances of finishing this picture?

We'll see it through, Inspector,
whatever it takes.

TUNES TO RADIO LUXEMBOURG:
"The Ovalteenies"

So you REALLY can't remember?

It was twelve years ago, you know.

It wasn't much.
Heather was just a bit off-colour.

She said she put on extra make-up.

She hardly ever put make-up on.

Why did she do it this time?
Do you know?

No.

I presume she would have put it on
to cover something up.

Yes, that's a thought.

Yes, I suppose she would.

Well, a blemish of some sort.

Heather had the complexion
of a schoolgirl!

A TEMPORARY blemish.

It is vital, Mr Badcock,
that you remember.

Rather pretty name,
I seem to recall.

Rubella, that was it.

Rubella.

"A touch of rubella,"
she said.

And I thought,
"How pretty that sounds."

It made her face sort of bumpy.
A rash, I suppose you'd call it.

What is rubella?

German measles.

That's what I suspected.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Rubella is extremely infectious

and actually dangerous
to a certain group of people.

Oh, yes?

Women in the first few months
of pregnancy.

I'm sick with it to here, I tell you.

So Marina's life is threatened?

Big deal. Happens all the time.

Why the performance?

I get accused of murder.
Nobody notices.

I'm not accusing you.

Not you, for God's sake.

Who is, then?

The phone.
An anonymous call this afternoon.

Said they'd seen me do it.

Did you recognise the voice?

Yeah, I think I did.

I THINK.

I reckon it was
that poor bitch lying dead upstairs.

Ella Zeilinsky.

That's her.

You know Ella was in love
with Jay, I suppose.

No, I didn't.
How do you know?

Common knowledge.

Ella used to send Jason
red roses and notes.

Maybe Jay was tiring
of Marina at last.

I wouldn't blame him.

You REALLY know the meaning
of loyalty, don't you, Lola?

She hates the way
the camera loves Marina.

She hates the way the light
comes off her skin.

She hates her completely!

Ask her about that.

Thank you, Inch.

Goodnight, Miss Marple.

Miss Marple!

Yes, Cherry, what is it?

Sorry calling so late but Glad here
got something to tell you.

Haven't the faintest why, mind you,
but she says she's got to.

You'd better both come in.

Here we are.

Now, then, cocoa.

Now, what is it
you have to tell me, Gladys?

At the party, at the Hall...

I was serving.

Yes?

Well, when that Mrs Badcock
spilled her drink,

I reckoned she'd done it
on purpose. That's all.

- But who, Gladys?
- Eh?

Who spilt it?

Mrs Badcock.

Spilt her own drink,
is that what you're saying?

Yeah.

Well, sort of.

What you've told us so far
doesn't mean very much, I'm afraid,

yet I'm sure that what you have
to tell us is important.

Now, Mrs Badcock's drink was spilt,
is that right?

Yes, Miss.

And how did that happen?

She jogged her elbow forward.

But WHO did?

That Miss Gregg, Marina Gregg.

I reckon she done it on purpose,
like I said, then she give her hers.

I DID tell you.

Marina Gregg
had always wanted a child.

When it was born, it was severely
mentally afflicted.

She never really recovered
from that, I suspect.

Suddenly, the woman who had
destroyed her chance of happiness

was standing there laughing
and boasting of what she'd done.

Marina Gregg wanted to kill her
and she had the means to do so.

She only had to slip away
during the party,

put the barbiturates
into her own glass,

return, jog Heather's elbow,

spilling her drink,
and offer hers in its place.

- Good morning, Craddock.
- Sir!

Miss Marple?

You took my advice at last, then.

I told him to get in touch with you.

"If you want to get to know
about that sort of people," I said,

"you have to talk to one of them."

Perhaps, Miss Marple, you'd like
to tell ME your thoughts.

I'm now heading
this investigation personally.

We must see, mustn't we?

In a bit of a fog, still?

Never mind.

The investigation...

No offence, Craddock,

but I do have the Chief Constable
to answer to.

It's not that, sir. It's over.

I just need to have a word
with Miss Gregg.

She's asleep.

- I think it's important we do.
- Why?

Because, Superintendent,

Marina Gregg
poisoned Heather Badcock.

And she meant to do it.

Can you show me
into Miss Gregg's room, please?

Why? What's the matter?

- I need to see Miss Gregg.
- Through here.

It's over.

Doctor.

So who killed the Zeilinsky woman?

Marina Gregg killed her.

Why?

The phone call to Marina
at the studios wasn't a death threat.

It was one of Ella Zeilinsky's
blackmail calls.

Ella had finally got to the right person.

Marina recognised her voice.

She also probably knew
that Ella was in love with her husband.

Marina Gregg received
no death threats.

How do you know?

That was a smokescreen
she herself created.

The only person who saw the truth
was her husband.

Thank God she took her own life.

Can you imagine preparing
the prosecution?

Did you ever see
"Eagles over Estonia", Miss Marple?

No. I'm afraid not.

Perhaps you'll excuse me.

Yes, of course. And...

Thank you, Miss Marple.

Not at all.

You're Jane Marple.

Yes.

Yes, I've heard of you.

Marina said that...
she wanted to die here.

And you thought
that was the thing to do.

Better that she should
die here than...

I thought?

Probably it WAS the only way -
that she should...perhaps...

take her own life.

I'm sure that anything
that was done was done from love.

You're right.

It WAS the only way.

Goodbye, Mr Rudd.

The other one's in the boot already.

It's very kind of you to help me.

Sorry it's been such a short job
but Lady Conway calls.

I shall be in touch.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you very much.

Dermot!

Cousin Dermot, well, well.
Good to see you.

Dermot, how nice.

I took your advice.

Jimmy thinks he can make a very nice flat
for them both over the kitchen.

Even Dr Petrie thinks it's a good idea.

And Raymond approves
of Jim and Cherry, don't you?

Definitely.

Jim has fixed the scullery tap
and Cherry is a very good cook,

so I think we shall all
be very comfortable.

The vicar's just stepped by and
Dolly wants to hear all the news.

Oh, thank you.

She was a wonderful artist.

So sad, so sad.

Well, I think it was fortunate
for her that she took her own life.

Oh, Jane, really!

She's so clever, vicar, isn't she?

Oh, no.

It was she who solved
the whole thing.

No, with your help, Dolly, dear.

Oh, no. Hardly.

- Such a lovely woman.
- Do you think so?

- Raymond!
- Mm?

Oh, she WAS beautiful.

Oh, I suppose.

"He said, 'She has a lovely face,
God in his mercy lend her grace,

the Lady of Shalott."'

More tea, Vicar?