All language subtitles for Murder.Most.Foul.1964

What's all this here?

You may choose, members of the jury...

...to believe the prisoner...

...that, returning from a walk...

...he found the hanging Mrs. McGinty...

...and was about to release the rope...

...when Police Constable Wells...

...appeared on the scene.

On the other hand...

...you may think the accused
intended to cover...

...manual strangulation...

...of Mrs. McGinty...

...for motives of greed...

...with clumsy attempts
to make his mean crime...

...appear to be suicide.

Madam...

...either you will have to cease knitting...

...or I will have to cease judging.
Which shall it be?

It helps me to concentrate, milord.

It does not help me, madam.

Very well.

Thank you, madam.

Yes.

If what I have just said is
the truth of the matter...

...then the prisoner was
delayed in the execution...

...of his evil subterfuge...

...by the desperate fight of his victim.

Those scattered banknotes...

...that pathetic crushed rose...

...torn from her breast.

He was delayed, I say...

...long enough for the
timely intervention...

...of the alert Police Constable Wells.

Summing up for a conviction,
inspector.

- You may further think that the accused...
- Stand you a beer afterwards, Wells.

- Thank you, inspector.
...had every opportunity of knowing...

...the unfortunate widow
kept her life savings there...

...instead of in the bank...

...and that Harold Taylor was bent on...

...securing her meager fortune.

If the facts as presented to you...

...admit of any reasonable doubt...

...then the accused is entitled
to the benefit of that doubt.

But, members of the jury...

...if you have been convinced
by the evidence...

...beyond all reasonable doubt...

...that the accused committed
this heinous crime...

...then it is your solemn duty...

...to return a verdict of guilty.

You will retire...

...and consider your verdict.

Might just have time for that quick
beer before they come back, Wells.

There's absolutely no doubt
in my mind he's guilty.

He was caught red-handed
by the policeman.

Prisoner at the bar, have you
anything to say before l...?

Not yet, milord.

The jury is still out.

Surely the time is more appropriate...

...for a very dry martini, Johnson.

Very good, milord.

- Not more tea?
- No. They're coming back.

Members of the jury...

...are you agreed upon your verdict?

No, sir.

What did you say?

We're not able to reach an agreement,
milord.

Silence. I will not have my court...

...turned into a bear garden.

I suggest you retire for a further period.

I'm afraid it would be
a waste of time, milord.

I see.

Very well.

There will be a retrial at a later date.

Jury dismissed.

If ever there was an
open-and-shut case, this was it.

One member of that jury was
being deliberately perverse.

Many more than one, inspector,
I assure you.

Eleven, to be precise.

That woman's made a mockery
of my one and only murder.

No, no, no, Mr. Swanbridge.

You mustn't turn your back
on the audience.

I want them to see the look
of surprise on your face.

Allow me.

Just once more, Miss Rusty, please.

Right.

Our lady president.

Carry on, please.

Try again.

And do please try harder,
Mr. Swanbridge.

My arm's getting awfully tired.

A little rough at the moment,
Miss Marple. But I'm confident...

...it'll be all right on the night.
- Of course.

- Tea?
- No, thank you.

- Well, you found him guilty, of course?
- They did.

I did not.

But, Miss Marple, surely...

You recall our production in aid
of the church organ renovation fund...

... The Lodger's Dilemma?
- Unforgettable.

Well, you'll remember, Mr. Stringer,
that the victim in that play...

...wore a rose to receive her paramour.

He murdered her, the lodger was blamed.

Exactly. Mrs. McGinty wore a rose...

...on the fatal night.

Would it have been
to receive her lodger...

...when we have no evidence
of any dalliance between them?

Oh, I hardly think so.

Then she wore it for someone else.

- Her murderer, you think?
- I do.

Excuse me, Mr. Stringer...

...I'm sorry, but he still keeps
turning away. What can I do?

We'll have to recast him.

I know. Ask the vicar if he'll be
kind enough to have a try.

Yes.

Miss Marple, if what you say is so...

...then an innocent man's life may
be at stake. What can be done?

Well, we can begin by inquiring rather
more closely into the private life...

...of Mrs. McGinty than
the police have seen fit to do.

Yes, but how?

By returning to the scene
of the crime, as it were.

Oh, very good, vicar.

Excellent. Excellent!

Mr. Stringer.

If our plan works,
you're sure you know your part?

Oh, yes. I think so.

Down. Down. You may be observed.

- Yes?
- I'm collecting...

No.

I'm collecting jumble
for the church bazaar.

You're a Christian, surely?

I should hope so.

- Well, then.
- Oh, well, if it's jumble for the church...

...there's plenty here. Come in.
- Oh, thank you.

Got all her stuff here, you know.
You've heard of my sister, of course.

Yes, the poor lady.

I always thought she'd
come to a bad end.

One of those theatricals, you know.

Really? I thought she was a barmaid.

Oh, yes,
but she used to be on the stage.

Did it in there, you know,
with his bare hands.

Gloved ones.

Well, it comes to the same
thing in the end. This way.

She was always sticking
her neck out, that one.

She did leave you
her cottage, I believe?

Didn't have time to
arrange her will, did she?

No, it would seem not.

Still, I mustn't decry her. My own sister.

Blood's thicker than water, I suppose.

Here's all her stuff. Nothing of value.

Probably got it
from a jumble sale herself.

She used to swear these
rat-tails was mink.

And look at this coat.
I wouldn't be seen dead in it.

Can't imagine why she dressed in these
rags when she had all that money.

A real little slut she was.

I remember when she was a kid,
always wanted to be an actress.

An actress, I ask you.

Mean she was, you know, me...

A little touch of rheumatism.

I find this beneficial.

- Really?
- Yes.

You should try rubbing linseed into
the joints. Makes a new woman of me.

I'll bear that in mind.
Thank you very much.

That'll be the insurance man.
Paying out, you know.

They don't like it when
the unforeseen does occur.

Persistence, Mr. Stringer, persistence.
Foot in door.

Well, I hope you've brought it in cash.

- Brought what, madam?
- Oh, come on, come on, now.

I don't want the same trouble
as when my John passed away.

- I don't understand.
- Well, you are from the insurance...

...aren't you?
- Oh, no, madam. No.

I was hoping to interest you
in improving your mind.

I was wondering if you'd
allow me to show you...

...the new Wonder Book.

Do.

Come in, Mr... Come in.

Murder She Said, Murder She Said...

... Murder She Said.

And as you can see, the section on our
feathered friends is most comprehensive.

Everything from
an albatross to a shrike.

- A what?
- A shrike.

So named for its incessant chatter
and predatory instincts.

It has a habit of impaling its prey.

How interesting.

Look, I've got an old woman upstairs.
I'll just get rid of her.

- And then we'll have a cup of tea.
- Please don't, I can't trespass...

...on your generosity like that.

Oh, dear. Poor Mr. Stringer.

Fancy me mistaking you
for the insurance man.

- You're much too nice.
- Really?

Well, of course you are.
Now I come to think of it, you don't...

...really look like a salesman, do you?
- Don't I?

No. So you're a bachelor, Mr. Stringer?

- Yes.
- Oh, I can always tell.

And I'm a widow.

I'd never have believed it.

- How do you do?
- Oh, I see you've got what you wanted.

Yes, thank you. Perhaps the
gentleman would care to help me...

...with these into the trap.
- Oh, yes, indeed.

- Thank you.
- I'll leave you the book, Mrs. Thomas.

Brood on it, will you. Brood on it.

What about the tea?

Good day, Mrs. Thomas.

So you're a bachelor, Mr. Stringer.

- Not staying to tea?
- Oh, no, Miss Marple.

Dear me, the lady will be disappointed.

Up.

Miss Marple, I do assure you,
I gave that woman no encouragement.

It's of small importance, Mr. Stringer.

Good heavens, I've got it. Jim!

Look, there's the page of
the Milchester Gazette...

...I took from Mrs. McGinty's room.

Here's the identical page I obtained
from the newspaper offices.

I've snipped out the same
words and letters...

...and produced this.

A rose.

A rose.

Milchester 862, please.

Is that Lady Cynthia Waterhouse?

Lady who?

No, this is Mrs. Gladys Thomas.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I appear to
have the wrong number.

As I thought, 862
is the telephone number...

...of Mrs. McGinty's cottage.

- I'm afraid I'm at a loss.
- Don't you see...

...this type of message is
typical of a certain kind of criminal.

- The blackmailer.
- Who?

Yes, I think Mrs. McGinty
may have been one.

- Dear me.
- Well, consider...

...the Cosgood Players
gave six performances...

...of Murder She Said here
in Milchester...

...in the week of May 12th to 19th...

...the same week, incidentally,
as this issue of the Gazette.

And here we have six programs.

Mrs. McGinty appears to
have attended each performance.

- Why?
- It's an excellent play, Miss Marple.

True. But I believe that her interest
was not primarily in the play...

...former actress though
she may have been.

No, I am convinced
she was a blackmailer...

...and that it was a member of this
company whom she was blackmailing.

- Her murderer, you suppose?
- I do.

Now, I think we
deserve a small beer.

Yes, please.

It's you, inspector.

You gave me quite a turn.

You gave me quite a turn, Miss Marple.

- May I come in?
- Well...

Yes.

It's Inspector Craddock, Mr. Stringer.

How nice. Good evening, inspector.

- Good evening.
- Are you here socially...

...or officially, inspector?

Well, a little of both, shall we say.

That poses an interesting problem.

Socially, I can offer you a small beer.

Officially, I cannot, if you're on duty.

I...

All right, Miss Marple. It's official.

Then perhaps some tea.
Won't you sit down.

Thank you, no. This won't take long.

We were playing anagrams,
inspector.

Miss Marple, Police Constable Wells
informs me that he observed you...

...this afternoon, pay a call at
the cottage of the late Mrs. McGinty.

Furthermore, you were apparently
impersonating a rag-and-bone dealer.

I certainly was not.

I was collecting jumble
for the church bazaar.

- Is that so?
- Well, if you don't believe me...

...I suggest you ring the vicar.

Now.

Now, look here, Miss Marple.

In the past you've been
of some help to the police...

...and we're grateful, naturally.

But at yesterday's trial,
you misguidedly...

...interfered with the course of justice.

I'd feel a lot easier in my mind,
and so would the chief constable...

...if you would promise me
here and now not to continue to do so.

You can have that
promise freely, inspector.

I have no intention whatever...

...of interfering
with the course of justice.

Yes.

Well, good.

- There's no more to be said, then.
- No.

Well, I'll say good night, then.

Good night.

Yes.

Perhaps we should have
confided our suspicions.

Certainly not.

That man has just
thrown down the gauntlet.

You know what the police are.

The month of September 1951.

This reference to a rose.

These things must have a great
significance...

...for our man or woman.

I suppose so.

The difficulty is,
the Cosgood Players have moved on.

I did read they were at
the Palace Theater...

...over at Halford.
- Oh, yes.

There is no doubt in my mind...

...that one of these play actors
is a murderer.

If you're convinced of
your theory, Miss Marple...

...I suppose we should,
in some way, well, act.

Act.

Of course. Why not?

That's what I must do.

After all, nothing ventured,
nothing gained.

Take our bags to the YMCA, Jim.

If I'm successful,
I'll collect mine from you later.

I really think I ought to wait,
Miss Marple.

No, no, this may take some time.

Au revoir.

All I know is that we had over L300,
and now we've got nothing.

- Where's it gone? It's a simple question.
- For simple-minded people.

And that's mine.

What's the use?

Thank you.

Oh, Daddy's very democratic, George.
He doesn't mind who I marry.

- You could've put that better.
- If he's not asking for a pedigree...

...you're sitting pretty, eh, Bill?
- You could have put that a bit better too.

I was looking for Mr. Cosgood.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Really? I wonder where
that could have been.

- I'm not sure.
- Probably in another dimension.

Don't take any notice of her.
She's our resident weirdie.

No, it was in a dream.
She and you, George.

Something to do with death.

Please, Eva. Can I help you?

Well, I have an appointment
with Mr. Cosgood.

He's probably messing about on the
stage somewhere. It's over there.

Oh, yes, thank you.
I'll find him, young man.

Mr. Cosgood.

Mr. Cosgood.

Mr. Co...

Are you Jane Marble?

Marple, if you please.

- Very well, get on with it.
- It?

I have a performance in half an hour,
madam.

Whatever you have
chosen to do for me, do.

And throw your voice to the back of the
theater. I want to hear every word.

I can't catch what you say.

I want to hear every word.

Oh, very well.

"The Shooting of Dan McGrew"...

...by Mr. Robert W. Service.

A bunch of the boys
were whooping it up

In the Malamute Saloon

The kid that handles the music box

Was hitting a jag-time tune

And back of the bar

In a solo game
Sat Dangerous Dan McGrew

And watching his luck
was his light-o '-love

The lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the night...

When out of the night that was 50
below And into the din and the glare

There stumbled a miner
fresh from the creeks

Dog dirty, and loaded for bear

Just give me the gist
and get to the climax.

Oh, dear me, that's very difficult.

It's a long poem,
and there's a great deal behind it.

However, as you wish.

Well, now, soon after the stranger...

...has entered this lurid scene...

...it becomes increasingly evident...

...that there is a growing antagonism
between him and Mr. McGrew.

An antagonism which is to end
in stark tragedy.

Shall I pick it up at the point
when the miner...

...seated at the saloon piano,
is playing like a maniac?

Yes, yes, please do.

Thank you.

Then the stranger turned

And his eyes they burned
in a most peculiar way

In a buckskin shirt
that was glazed with dirt

He sat and I saw him sway

Then his lips went thin
in a kind of grin

And he spoke, and his voice was calm

And, "Boys, " says he, "you don 't know
me and none of you care a darn..."

Yes, yes, yes, but get to the point,
please.

"But I want to state,
and my words are straight

And I'll bet my poke they're true

That one of you is a hound of hell

And that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head,
and the lights went out

And two guns blazed in the dark

And a woman screamed
and the lights went up

And two men lay stiff and stark.

Pitched on his head,
and pumped full of lead

Was Dangerous Dan McGrew

While the man from the creeks
lay clutched to the breast

Of the lady that's known as Lou.

I'm not as wise as the lawyer guys

But strictly between us two

The woman who kissed him
and pinched his poke

Was the lady that's known as Lou.

Are you still there?

You were joking, of course.

Joking? Indeed, I was not.

Then I am not joking when
I tell you that if you persist...

...in this ridiculous notion
of joining our profession...

...your wisest course
is to register at once...

...for unemployment pay.

That will not be necessary.

I am of independent means.

Dear lady, you didn't let me finish.

You made your view quite clear.

No, no, no. I was about to point out that
your performance had merit. Great merit.

Your choice of material let you down.

Yes, definitely duchess parts.
Regal roles.

I see you with other material
performing like an angel.

Angel?

Is not that the term for a
backer of theatrical enterprises?

Droll, very droll.

No, I simply meant you have a lot to
offer the theater, Mrs. Marble.

- Miss Marple.
- I'm delighted to hear that.

In our profession, the marital knot is
so often the bolt on the door...

...to the room at the top.

Do I take it, then, that you are
offering me employment, Mr. Cosgood?

Well, as to that,
not exactly employment.

I was thinking rather along the lines...

...of an apprenticeship.
- Unpaid?

Well, in a word, yes.

- I accept.
- Splendid. Splendid.

- Welcome to the Cosgood Players.
- Thank you.

Well, now, as to lodgings...

...I prefer to live, as it were...

...cheek by jowl with my colleagues.
- Naturally. Naturally.

We're at Westward Ho, Prescott Street.

Mrs. Harris, excellent landlady,
very clean.

Good. Well, I'll just pick up
my baggage at the YMCA.

Au revoir.

- Cosgood.
- Drunk again.

Now, look here, George.

This man is not drunk, Mr. Cosgood.

He's dead.

Poisoned.

Poisoned?

Poisoned.

Arsenic, I'd say.

The autopsy will prove it.

Nonsense. George drank too much.

- It's as plain as the nose on his face.
- Now, sir, you say you were...

...on-stage when he came from
the direction of the dressing rooms?

Yes. Inspector, the curtain is due up in
10 minutes, and you must appreciate...

...I now have two roles to play.
- There'll be no curtain up today, sir.

But my audience.
They'll tear the place apart.

We'll risk that, sir.
I've got quite a few questions.

- Questions? What about?
- A man is dead, sir. It's usual.

- And damned inconvenient.
- Yes, sir.

Now, which was his dressing room, sir?

Number two. Look, inspector,
can't you get George...

...off the stage and come back later?
- No, sir. Number two, you said, sir?

I knew something
was going to happen.

Really, miss?

Yes, I have premonitions
about these things.

I've always been like that.

That's very interesting.

Well, I told George...

...as soon as I saw
that strange woman.

- What strange woman?
- The one who came to see Driffold.

- Driffold?
- Driffold Cosgood, inspector. Me.

- All right, sir, what about her?
- Her?

- This strange woman, sir.
- Oh, her!

I'd just auditioned her
when George interrupted.

- Is the lady here now, sir?
- I expect so.

She'll be about somewhere.

Oh, she seems to have gone.

Get a name and description, sergeant.

Now, sir, any idea what
this lady's name is?

I've seen this somewhere before.

Not that one, inspector.

This one.

Miss Marple! I distinctly
asked you not to interfere.

- Inspector, that strange woman, it's...
- Yes.

Miss Marple. Allow me.

Sergeant, would you escort
her to headquarters.

And see that she makes a complete
statement. I'll get around to her later.

After you, sergeant.

Sergeant, you're sure you didn't
mishear any of what Miss Marple said?

I did not, sir.

No. Well, will you come in, please,
Miss Marple.

Certainly.

Almost a draw, sergeant.

- Well, please, sit down.
- Thank you.

All right, Miss Marple...

...let us suppose, just suppose,
that Mrs. McGinty...

...was blackmailing one of those actors.

And let us suppose that this was the
actual blackmail note she sent.

By all means, inspector.

Right. Now, as it was lying beside the
whiskey bottle...

...in George Rowton's dressing room,
she must have sent it to him.

That does spring to mind.

- So that she was blackmailing him.
- It would appear so.

Now, if there's anything at all in what
you say, he murdered her.

On the face of it, yes.

So are we to suppose that today...

...in a rather belated fit of remorse,
he poisoned himself?

- Perhaps.
- Are we to suppose that someone else...

...poisoned him for some reason?

Again, perhaps.

Inspector...

...may I ask you a question?

- Please do.
- If you had simply found that note...

...in the victim's dressing room
and knew no more about it than that...

...what would you have made
of the affair?

Well, I suppose I'd have thought the man
was being blackmailed...

...and had decided to end it all.

Yes, that's what I thought
you'd have thought.

It could be the note was
left there deliberately...

...so that you would think that.

Miss Marple, it's been
a long, hard day already.

- What are you suggesting now?
- I am suggesting that the murderer...

...of Mrs. McGinty and the murderer
of George Rowton...

...are one and the same.

As to who murdered George Rowton,
I don't yet know.

But I will.

As to who murdered
Mrs. McGinty, I do know.

He is at present being held in
Milchester jail...

...awaiting a retrial necessitated
by the stubbornness...

...of a certain member of the jury.

And he killed her for her money.

Yes, that L100...

...that was found by her body.

Doesn't it occur to you, inspector...

...that that wasn't
Mrs. McGinty's savings at all...

...but her payoff?

Are you trying to make me believe that
whoever she was blackmailing...

...brought the money, killed her and then,
hearing the lodger come in, left in panic?

- No.
- Well, then, what?

I am proposing that, like the note...

...the money
was left behind deliberately.

What for?

Obviously so that the police would
leap to the conclusion...

...they have leapt to.

- Now, look here, Miss Marple...
- If I were you, inspector...

...I would at least examine the
bank accounts of these people...

...to see if one of them
happened to withdraw L100...

...either on or about
the time of Mrs. McGinty's death.

I will, of course,
investigate your theories.

In the meantime,
I'd be very much obliged...

...if you would go home to Milchester.

I'm afraid that is out of the question,
inspector.

My work will keep me
here indefinitely.

- Your work?
- I have accepted an engagement...

...with the Cosgood Players.

And a Marple's word is her bond.

Good day.

"Actor, playwright, impresario...

...man of many talents."

- Might have used a better photo.
- You should worry. It says here I'm 48.

Listen to this:

"Lady Sheila, stage-struck adopted
daughter of Lord Upward...

...and bride-to-be of
juvenile lead Bill Hanson, said..."

And I quote the quote:

"This will make no difference
to our wedding plans.

Daddy's very democratic."

Bully for Daddy, eh, Bill?

Arthur, you're an absolute stinker.

Why don't you crawl back
under your stone.

Well, well, it's all good stuff.

Absolutely no rubbish.

A little notoriety always helps
the box office.

Too true.

Have you read this about you, Ralph?

"Ralph Summers, matinee idol
of Mother's Day.

Now an aging, overweight
barmaid fancier."

Let me see that.

You're a nasty little joker, aren't you?

I think that's very funny.

- And so true.
- A nice wifely thing to say.

Well, your taste does rather run to
barmaids, doesn't it, darling?

There was that one at Milchester.

- You remember the one...
- Shut up, Maureen.

- Yes, Mrs. Harris?
- Your new one's here.

Dear lady, I was beginning to fear we
had created...

...an unfortunate impression on you,
in view of today's accident.

Oh, no, indeed. I had a
little business to attend to.

Well, you're here. You're here.

Boys and girls, meet Miss Marple.

Miss Marple, the company.

- Hello.
- How do you do, everyone?

There's cocoa on the tray.
If you want the beer, it's extra.

- Yes, of course, a nightcap. Do sit down.
- Thank you.

Name your poison, dear lady.
I mean...

Oh, cocoa, please, Mr. Cosgood.

An excellent brew. I can recommend it.

By the way, the...

...police are looking for you.
- Oh, yes.

I have spoken with them.

- You have? Good.
- Thank you.

I was thinking, Driffold.
Why don't we revive A Kind of Murder...

...as a sort of tribute to George.

Well, I mean, Miss Marple,
Dorothy here...

...perfect for the two scheming sisters.

- I couldn't possibly play a murderess.
- Couldn't you?

Well, one of us could.
He or she's had practice.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, let's face it, Bill, old man.

Someone slipped a noxious dose
into old George's whiskey.

And that someone is in this room.

- You're ridiculous.
- No, no, no, I'm not having this...

...in front of a new colleague, too.
There's no question of George having...

...been murdered by a member
of my company.

The whole thing is obviously
some kind of...

...ghastly mistake.

No, you're wrong.

One of us is a murderer.

And you feel that too, don't you?

Well, my dear, it's hardly
for me to say, is it?

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Bill.

Stop talking about it.
I can't stand it any longer.

You know, don't you?

You know it was me.
You and your insinuations...

...and your stupid sarcasm.
- What are you talking about?

Well, I'm going to finish you.
I'm going to close your big mouth...

...once and for all.
- Bill!

Let go of me! Let me go!

- That had you going a bit, didn't it?
- Well, l...

You know what your trouble is?

You can dish out the jokes,
but you can't take them, can you?

Well, I think that was
all in very bad taste.

Yes, so do I.

I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to upset
anybody but him.

Well, you've upset me.

Oh, for heaven's sake. I've had enough
of this. I'm going to bed.

I'm feeling a bit tired myself,
Mr. Cosgood.

If I might be shown my room?

- Certainly. Certainly, dear lady.
- Thank you.

It's been a trying day.

Very trying indeed.

Florrie! Florrie!

- So glad to be one of you. Good night.
- Good night.

Mrs. Harris will show you up.

Come on, then. Number 10, upstairs.

Thank you, Mr. Cosgood. Good night.

You shouldn't take too much
notice of those youngsters.

Strange lads in some ways,
but hearts in the right place.

I'm sure they are.

- Well, good night.
- Good night, dear lady.

You'll soon feel at home.

We're all one big happy family here.

I hope you know what you're doing,
dear boy.

You'll find this comfortable. He did.

- He?
- The deceased.

- You know, Mr. Rowton.
- Oh, yes.

Well, now, breakfast 8:30.
No cooking in the rooms.

Shilling in the gas if you're cold.
Bath days, Sundays and Fridays.

Don't waste the light.

And no male callers upstairs.

Naughty pussy,
what are you doing in there?

Come along. Off you go. Shoo. Off.

Remember September.

Eva?

Yes?

What are you doing?

I couldn't sleep.

Why do you suppose that Marple woman
should sneak out of the house...

...at this time of morning?

How should I know?

Perhaps she's just eccentric.

She certainly looks it.

I wonder.

Oh, darling, you're not
going all creepy, are you?

Really, you could haunt a house.

Oh, I do wish you hadn't wakened me.

Now I'll start fretting again.

I'd put it out of my mind
if I were you.

Oh, easier said than done.

I mean, well, where can one go
for a honeymoon these days?

Everywhere is so old hat.

Hey, what do you think about Moscow?

How can you care about that
after what's happened?

Life must go on, darling.

George or no George.

You were in love with him, weren't you?

No.

It was all over.

Was it?

Yes.

I hated him.

Don't worry, darling.

I won't tell anyone.

Good heavens, Mr. Stringer, what on
earth are you doing in that getup?

Just training. I thought it advisable
to get into peak condition...

...for any emergency.
Is there one already?

No emergency,
but a very interesting development.

Do stop bobbing about...

...and come over here.

Remember September.

Not a date, a play.

And by my new employer,
Driffold Cosgood himself.

Well, you do see the
significance of this?

- No.
- Well, now, follow me, Jim.

Follow me closely. It seems to me...

...that whomever Mrs. McGinty
was blackmailing...

...must have had some connection...

...with the production
of this play in 1951...

...and is with the Cosgood Company.

- The author himself?
- Perhaps.

- How did you come by it?
- I found it on my pillow.

- What?
- It was left there deliberately.

Then he knows. The murderer...

...he's been on to you all the time.

He's just playing
cat and mouse with you.

Well, two can play at that game.

Miss Marple, I'm deeply disturbed.

Don't get yourself in a state, Jim.

I'm not in a state.

- I'm cold.
- Oh, dear me.

There we are.

That's better, isn't it?
Tuck it well round.

Now...

Now, what organization would
be likely to keep a record...

...of all professional
theatrical productions?

- The censorship people, I suppose.
- To be sure.

The Lord Chamberlain's Office in London.

I should be obliged if you would
go there posthaste...

...and inquire into the history
of this play...

...where it was produced in 1951,
who was in it, and so on.

It may have been played
in many theaters.

I hardly think so. You see, I've read it.

Very well, Miss Marple.
I'll take the next train up.

Good. To your task. And I must fly.

I wish to be at the breakfast table
when they come down.

Away. Away!

Thank you, Mrs. Harris.

I seem to be a trifle early.

No, the others are a trifle late.

Not that I'm complaining.

If they're not down in time,
I've got six cats to feed.

- Good morning, Florrie.
- Good morning.

Good morning, good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Cosgood.
- I trust you slept well, dear lady?

More like a top, thank you.

Good, good. Nothing like sleep
for knitting up...

...the raveled sleeve of care,
as the Bard so aptly pointed out.

What's that you find so engrossing?

- Your play, Mr. Cosgood.
- What?

This is your play?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Where on earth did you find this?

In my room. Last night.

Well, now, isn't that extraordinary?

- Yes.
- I can only assume poor George must...

...have borrowed it some time.

- Don't let me stop you reading it.
- I've finished reading it.

Oh, well, let's see how
the good Florrie serves us today.

- How do you find it?
- The kipper?

- The play.
- Oh, I beg your pardon.

The play.

I find it most interesting.

How very gratifying.

Has it ever been produced, Mr. Cosgood?

Oh, no.
I completed it only quite recently.

- I see.
- I have high hopes for it, though.

Those must sustain you.

They do, dear lady, they do.

Ralph.

Driffold, I've been up half the night
thinking.

Now I want to ask you a question.

Yes.

Could you believe in Miss Marple...

...as a lady detective?

- I don't know any lady detectives.
- I'm not saying you do.

- But what do you think?
- She's hardly typecasting.

You're quite wrong there.
You know, she's perfect.

- What are you getting at?
- I've a marvelous idea.

- Well?
- We close the theater till Monday.

Let the publicity build up, then we
reopen with Out of the Stewpot.

That old potboiler.

A murder mystery, dear boy.

We've got one of our own.
Why not put one on?

You may have a thought here.

With Miss Marple as the honorable
Penelope Brown.

Yes, now I do see what you mean.

Yes, by Jove, it's brilliant. You're familiar
with the play, of course, dear lady?

- No, I don't think so.
- A classic of its kind.

I'll fetch the scripts right away.
Ralph, call the theater.

Tell them we're rehearsing
on-stage for the week.

- Mr. Cosgood!
- Yes?

I really wouldn't have thought I was
anyone's idea of a detective.

Not anyone's, dear Miss Marple,
but you're mine.

You're certainly mine.

And mine.

Spotlight!

Get it on me and keep it on me.

Now, you've all read the play.

Let me put you in the mood.

The scene is a filthy attic in Soho...

...in the very heart of London's
square mile of vice and worse.

A dim figure is flitting about the stage.

That's you, Bill. You play Sidney,
working-class assistant...

...to the honorable Penelope Brown,
amateur criminologist.

That's you, Miss Marple.

Sidney is looking for something...

...searching, searching...

...searching.

A noise! A step on the stair outside.

I, as the father, am about to enter
with my delinquent son, Stanley.

That's you, Arthur.

Arthur.

Sidney freezes...

...then darts for a place
of concealment.

Sorry, guv. Testing.

You're back.

All right, all right, don't just stand
about grinning.

Just testing, indeed.

Now, where was I?

Yes, I come in with my son.
I plead with him...

...to tell the police all he knows
about the killing of Rona La Plante.

He sneers at me...

...rejects me. Then...

...the climax of the scene.

I detect a movement
behind the alcove curtain.

I cross to it...

...pull it aside to reveal...

...Sidney.

- What do you want?
- A phone call for Miss Marple.

Well, why didn't you say so?

All right, you're not wanted
in this scene.

Thank you.

Now, let's take it from my entrance.

Bill, you're concealed over here.

Arthur, you and I come in.

You're living here?

A son of mine?

Hello?

Oh, yes, Mr. Stringer.

You were right, Miss Marple.

Remember September
was put on in 1951.

A tryout performance at
Pebblestone-on-Sea.

Very interesting.

Particularly as the author claims...

...that he's only recently
completed the work.

Well, that may have
been embarrassment.

You see, the Lord Chamberlain's Office
particularly remembers it...

...because it was booed off the stage
halfway through the second act.

That doesn't surprise me in the least.

The point is...

...was there anyone we know in it?

I have obtained a full cast list...

...and in it occurs the name
of Margaret McGinty.

What? Really?

Excellent.

Now, tell me, apart from Mr. Cosgood...

...who else in this company...

...was connected with this production?

No one? You're sure?

Yes.

All right, Jim. I was just thinking.

Of course, it's possible that
someone has since changed...

...his or her name.

Look, Jim, drop the cast list in to me...

...at Westward Ho, will you?

Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Marple.

- Oh, I'm sorry if I startled you.
- No, not at all.

Mr. Cosgood is asking
for you on the stage.

Thank you. I'll come.

This was in Props.

It should do the job.

All right.

Let's try it.

There you are, dear lady.

We've just been devising
a small embellishment...

...to the scene
where you confront Ralph...

...with the truth about the
killing of Rona La Plante.

Instead of, as written, him merely
knocking over the lamp...

...and making good his escape,
Ralph suggests...

...he also attempts to kill you.

- Really?
- Yes.

The idea is, he knocks over the lamp,
shoots at you and then bolts.

- I see.
- He misses, of course.

There's nothing like a loud report...

...for keeping an audience alive and alert.

- You don't find this alarming, do you?
- Oh, no...

...not at all.

Good.

Right, then let's set the scene.

Ralph, you'll be over here...

...rifling the escritoire.

And the honorable Penelope...

...will enter through the French windows
over here, right?

Positions, please.

Miss Marple, in now.

I thought I'd find you here, Faber.

- You?
- Yes, me.

- Stay where you are.
- Violence will avail you nothing.

The grounds are swarming with police.

They've got nothing on me.

Oh, yes, they have. You see...

You see, Mrs. McGinty's dead!

You made a mistake then, didn't you?

You certainly did, dear lady.

- Why, what did I do?
- You said, "Mrs. McGinty's dead."

- Did I?
- Yes. It's Rona La Plante who's dead.

Oh, yes. How silly of me.

I must've picked it up from reading...

...your play, Remember September.

My play?

There's nobody of that name in it.

How odd.

The name McGinty's on my mind...

...for some reason or other.

I know.

It was that barmaid murdered
at Milchester.

There was a trial last week.

Yes, that's it.

May I try it again, please?

Yes, yes, only let's...

...do it properly this time.

I'll do my best.

Positions, please.

All right, Ralph, make your move.

Seen this in the evening paper?

"Police baffled in theater mystery."

Not that, this:

"Grand Charity reopening Monday.
Driffold Cosgood proudly presents...

...the company everyone is talking
about in a baffling murder drama.

First night proceeds in aid of the
Police Benevolent Fund."

- Well, that's a nice gesture, sir.
- I can hear the chief agreeing with you.

- You got those bank statements yet?
- On your desk, sir.

Well, did anyone draw out L100...

...about the time of
Mrs. McGinty's death?

Yes, sir.

- Well, who?
- The dead man, sir. George Rowton.

Why didn't you say so?

Well, I just did, sir.

Well, well, well.

It was as simple as that.

Suicide.

Oh, Miss Marple,
there's a visitor for you.

- Oh, thank you.
- In there. He's a male.

Oh, I see.

- Inspector.
- Good evening, Miss Marple.

Good evening.

I called at the police station,
and they told me you were out.

- I'd no idea you'd come here.
- No, I don't suppose you had.

Well, your visit is most inopportune.

You see, at rehearsal today,
I set in train a certain stratagem...

...which I think will force our
murderer to make a move tonight.

I very much doubt it, Miss Marple.

Our murderer, as you put it, is dead.

- I beg your pardon.
- Look at this.

George Rowton's bank statement.

Important item underlined,
namely a withdrawal of L100.

So that explains it.

Yes, I thought you'd see the point.

Yes, indeed. Though I must admit
the motive for the murder...

...of Rowton had eluded me until now.

He wasn't murdered, Miss Marple.
He killed himself.

- Oh, you really think so?
- Well, it's obvious.

Mrs. McGinty was blackmailing him.
He drew out of the bank to pay her off...

...murdered her, and then left the money
behind to incriminate the lodger.

- That theory has a familiar ring.
- What?

Oh, you did suggest something
along those lines. True.

The point is the lodger's innocent.

Rowton did it and then took
what is called the easy way out.

Couldn't stand the strain.

The case is wrapped up. I'm just
on my way to tell the chief constable so.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Why not?

Because I think you're wrong.

- You do?
- Yes.

You see, I now think our murderer
got the money...

...to pay Mrs. McGinty
off George Rowton...

...in a way which made it necessary
for Rowton...

...to be disposed of later.

Only a woman's mind, possibly only
yours, could have dreamt that one up.

It may irritate you, inspector...

...that women sometimes
have superior minds.

You'll simply have to accept it.

Don't you need this?

Thank you. Good night, Miss Marple.

Good night, inspector.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Oh, that's where you are. They do
like to sleep somewhere up here...

...when they can find an empty bed.

Come on, my pretties.
Your liver's nice and hot.

Dinner gong in two minutes.
Come on, babies.

Come on.

Come in.

Miss Marple, I was hoping to catch you
before you went down.

Were you, Mr. Cosgood?

Yes, I thought it was time
you and I had a little chat.

That's it.
Overture and beginners, please.

And that means you.

No male friends in rooms, madam.

Don't be absurd, boy.

Well, Miss Marple,
perhaps I can escort you down.

I think I'll give dinner a miss tonight,
Mr. Cosgood. I'm feeling a trifle queasy.

Nothing incapacitating, I trust?

Oh, no, a good night's rest.

- Well, I'll leave you, then.
- Thank you.

Take care, dear lady.

We mustn't be without you Monday,
must we?

Come, Arthur.

Oh, my dear, I was just...

Bitter almonds.

Cyanide.

This is tragic.

Absolutely tragic.
When the press get on to this...

...we could open in two theaters
and still be turning them away.

Now we're stuck without someone
to play the housekeeper.

- You can't have it both ways, can you?
- We must.

We owe it to Dorothy.

Eva. No, you're already doubling
the good-time girl...

...and the vicar's daughter.

Sheila, would you play the housekeeper,
dear, if I got you a wig?

Oh, Driffy, you make me sick.

You don't care a hoot about
poor old Dorothy.

All you care about is your silly old
play and your stupid old self.

And no, I won't play the housekeeper.

All right, Miss Marple, cyanide gas.

- But how?
- I think I can explain that.

No doubt.

I take it from your tone, inspector,
that you did not have second thoughts...

...about seeing the chief constable
yesterday.

If you can explain, Miss Marple,
please do so.

Very well.

Now.

So what? My wife has one.

But presumably she doesn't cook
candle wax.

No, she doesn't.

There is a little at the bottom of
that saucepan.

Now, this is what happened.

The murderer set the dials
so that the gas...

...came on at 12:55 precisely...

...under this saucepan that contained...

...a small wax cup of acid...

...and a pellet of sodium cyanide.

The wax melted,
the acid flowed over the pellet.

Result: Sudden release of cyanide gas.

- Lethal.
- I see.

And at 1:00 precisely...

...the gas turned itself off.

Now.

Leaving nothing but an innocent
saucepan on the hob.

Yes, it could work. That means
whoever we're looking for...

...must have specialist knowledge.
- Oh, no.

Exactly the same murder method
is employed...

...in the play we open with on Monday,
Out of the Stew Pot.

- Any in the company could've done it?
- Right.

The way things are now, I am tempted,
sorely tempted, to arrest the whole lot.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

What you've found out,
what we've found out...

Look at what we've got.

Cosgood, he told you
he'd only just written...

...this confounded
Remember September...

...and yet we know
it was produced in 1951.

And victim number one, Mrs. McGinty,
was in it.

And this fellow Summers,
we know he took Mrs. McGinty out...

...two times the week
the company was in Milchester...

...the week she was murdered.
- And his wife, Maureen...

...she knew about this,
and she didn't like it.

Then there's this spooky girl Eva.
We've been able to establish...

...that she was having a romance
with George Rowton...

...and that he tossed her aside like a...
- Worn-out glove, sir?

Yes. And then there's young Arthur.

That note you found in your room was
typed on his typewriter...

...and as a result of the assignation,
victim number three.

There is a point here.

In 1951, the younger members
of the company...

...would have been mere children.
- Yes.

Yes, by George. If that performance of
Remember September in 1951...

...13 years ago, started this whole thing,
then none of the youngsters...

...Eva, Bill, Sheila, Arthur,
can have had anything to do with it.

Oh, it seems so.
I mean, anyone could've...

...gone into Arthur's room...

...and used the typewriter. I did myself.

- He's here, sir.
- What?

- He's here, sir.
- Yes. Would you wait here a moment...

...please, Miss Marple?
- Wait?

Please. Sergeant.

I wonder why the iron was hot.

- What are you doing here?
- Well, I...

You asked me to drop in the
cast list when I was passing.

You know, Remember September.

And you were passing at 2:30
in the morning?

- Come, now.
- Yes, well...

Well, as a matter of fact, the inspector
was kind enough to send a car.

He thought I might succeed
where he had failed to persuade you...

To desert my post, perhaps?

This is a dangerous place.
These are dangerous people.

- Only one of them.
- Miss Marple.

- The time has come for plain speak...
- Please, Jim, I'm thinking.

It's here that the answer lies.

"Driffold Cosgood, Ralph Summers,
Margaret McGinty, Rose Kane"...

Rose.

Rose.

Mr. Stringer, we have here, in addition...

...to Margaret McGinty,
an actress called Rose Kane.

Sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand.

Don't you see? Rose.
A rose by any other name would smell.

The blackmail note.

Mr. Stringer, tomorrow I must do
some digging.

- Digging?
- Yes, into the past.

You mean this Rose Kane?

Yes.

You seem to remember her well,
Mr. Tumbrill.

What is your interest in her?

Oh, I simply want to trace her.

You see, I've been outside the profession
for a number of years now.

- And so the only way l...
- Well...

...if you're an old friend of hers,
I'm afraid you're in for a bit of a shock.

- Poor Rosie was hanged, you know.
- What?

Yes. Terrible business.

Terrible business. Will you?

Not so soon after breakfast, thank you.

- You were saying?
- Oh, yes, terrible.

I shall never forget it.

She opened in this play
somewhere in the sticks.

A unique flopperoo, by the way.

Didn't even run the night.

Anyhow, the same night,
believe it or not...

...she poisoned her husband.

- Did she indeed?
- Yes, she did.

She sent her kid out to buy
half a pound of garlic sausage...

...and then doctored it with weed killer.

There was a child?

Must have been 10 or 11 at the time.

- Boy or girl?
- Never saw the kid myself.

Can't even remember its name.

Anyway, I did hear that some friend
took it in for a bit afterwards...

...then popped it into an orphanage.

That friend, was her name McGinty?

Yes, that's right. Maggie McGinty.

Blond, flighty piece.

Why ever did Rose do it, Mr. Tumbrill?

Usual thing. Another man.

- And who was he?
- He never came forward.

And she never named him.

Then it could be the lover...

...or the child.

I wonder if I might have this
photograph, Mr. Tumbrill.

- As a keepsake.
- Oh, by all means.

- Thank you.
- Yes, by all means.

One of mine that got away,
you might say.

Well, I won't take up
any more of your time.

Allow me.

- Evelyn!
- I beg your pardon?

Rose's kid. Evelyn, that was the name.

Evelyn.

Nothing like champagne
for a champagne occasion.

- Uncommonly civil of you, dear lady.
- What about a toast, dear boy?

- Something appropriate?
- Of course, of course.

To success. To us. All of us.

And particularly to our hostess.

- Long life, dear lady.
- Thank you.

- Long life.
- Hear, hear.

Oh, Mr. Cosgood. Such lovely flowers.

Who's that?

Oh, she was an actress.

Called Rose Kane. Why do you ask?

I don't know.

But somehow she means death.

Something to do with George.

Five minutes, boys and girls.
Come on, come on, the party's over.

Now, remember, all you have to do
is speak your lines clearly...

...try not to trip over the furniture...

...and we'll run longer
than The Mousetrap.

See you on-stage, dear lady.

Oh, and don't forget,
it's Rona La Plante who's dead.

Well, Driffold. Tonight's the night.

It most certainly is.

- Got the gun?
- Yes.

What do you suppose she wants
to see us about, sir?

I don't know, sergeant,
but she's up to something.

Come in.

Well, Miss Marple?

Good evening, inspector.

I think there's something
you should know...

...before you go in to see the play.
- Oh, what?

I think our murderer...

...will try to kill me again tonight.

Again?

The first attempt failed.

Poor Dorothy perished instead.

What are you talking about?

The iron was hot, you see.

- I burnt my hand.
- No, I don't see.

When I went into Dorothy's room
earlier that night...

...there was washing on the line.
- Well?

Well, I think she did her ironing later...

...and forgot to switch off.

Then in the middle of the night,
she woke and remembered...

...and went down to the kitchen
to do so.

- And walked into a trap for you.
- Quite.

That note was left outside
my door deliberately...

...to lure me down.

Right, sergeant. We're going to stay
right here...

...and we're not going to let
Miss Marple out of our sight.

Oh, you mustn't do that, inspector.

We must put no obstacle in the way.

You can't be serious.

Never more so.

You see, our murderer
set a trap for me.

I have just returned the compliment.

Miss Marple, I've brought the...

Let me have it, Mr. Stringer.

- Thank you.
- Wait a minute. What's going on?

Life insurance, inspector.

Life insurance.

Beginners on-stage, please.
Beginners on-stage.

Will you please excuse me, gentlemen?

Father, we've been
all through that before.

You know that I have committed myself
to this way of life...

...and I won't give it up.

You're living here?

A son of mine?

I live where I choose.

Come in, Eva.

Now, don't scream.

Don't even speak.

Because I'm taking you somewhere
where we won't be interrupted.

And if you do anything...

...I'll kill you.

Now, open that door.

A couple of years in jail, what's that?

Why, it might be the making of you.

You may think the police are fools,
Stanley.

Perhaps some of them are.
But not all, son.

Not all.

Right here. Now, if anyone
tries to come through here...

...I want to know who it is
and what he wants. Got that?

Very good, sir.

Hey, what's all this about?

Well, Miss Marple, I've covered every...

- Sergeant!
- Sheila...

...have you seen Ralph?
- No.

You've got to tell the police
all you know...

- Where is she?
- She hasn't left her room, sir.

She has, you idiot. We've got
to find her. You take that side.

Look, Dad, can't we cut this short?

I'm expecting a visitor in a...

In a few moments.

One of you... One of your
worthless friends, no doubt.

It's the girl I'm going to marry,
if you must know.

Look at me.

Look at me!

What's the matter with you?

I want you to know
why you're going to die.

I want to know that too.

You killed him.

I don't know why, but you killed him.

By "him," you mean George Rowton,
don't you?

Yes.

You were in love with him.

Yes, I loved him.

And you killed him.

Oh, no, you're mistaken, my dear.

He was killed by someone
called Evelyn Kane.

I don't believe you.

I know it was you.

- I've felt it was you from the beginning.
- You can't do it, Eva.

You're no more capable of murder
than I am.

You were quite right.

She couldn't have done it.

A pity.

I thought she might have saved me
the trouble.

- Aren't you supposed to be on the stage?
- Oh, but I am, Miss Marple.

And what's more,
hundreds of people will swear I am...

...hiding behind the curtain.

It's very simple, really.

You remember when that idiot Cosgood
dropped through the trap?

Well, I've done the same.

In exactly three minutes...

...I shall be back on-stage, on cue.

But you, I'm sorry to say...

...will not be answering yours.

You're Evelyn Kane, aren't you?

Rose Kane's son.

Oh, yes.

Evelyn, what a name.

I soon changed that.

Yes, the McGinty woman
found that out, didn't she...

...when you were playing in Milchester.

She recognized you, and as you were
marrying an heiress...

...she saw an opportunity for blackmail.

She threatened to tell Sheila's father...

...unless I paid her to keep quiet.

So I kept her quiet.

Where could I find the money
she wanted?

- George Rowton.
- She wanted L100.

So I forged George's name on a check.

Well, I couldn't let him find that out,
now, could I?

So they both had to die, didn't they?

Poor old Dorothy.

That was meant for you, of course.

Well, I had meant to wring your neck...

...but Eva's been very obliging.

Her fingerprints are on that.

And I'm on the stage.

Wait!

I took the liberty of borrowing
this from Mr. Summers.

You don't think you can fool me
with a prop gun filled with blanks.

Oh, no, not blanks.

A friend of mine
procured me some insurance.

- I'll risk it.
- I should warn you...

...I won the Ladies' Small Arms
Championship at Bisley in 1924.

Bully for you.

Oh, dear.

I thought I heard something.

Come out of there!

Bill, you stupid...

Inspector.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

With a bit of rest and some luck,
the doctor thinks...

...I should be out of here in a few days.
- Oh, splendid.

I'm thankful the blow caused
no permanent damage.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

Thank you very much, Miss Marple.
Oh, Miss Marple, there is one thing.

I thought you might like to know
that as a result of my work...

...on this case, I'm to be promoted.
Chief inspector.

Oh, I'm so glad. Congratulations.

Yes, well...

- Thank you, Miss Marple.
- Not at all, inspector.

Chief inspector.

Well, au revoir.

Forgive me if I fail to rise, dear lady.

I quite understand, Mr. Cosgood.

I've brought you
some magazines to help...

...while away the time.

Yes, time. Time.

I've been lying here
contemplating a bleak future.

- Unless...
- Unless?

Well, I wondered if you'd
given any thought to my play...

... Remember September.

It has been rather on my mind.

Dear lady, I have a small confession
to make.

It was I who left
the script in your room.

- Really?
- Yes, I hoped it might make some...

...impression upon you.
- It did.

Good. You see, it seems to me that
with one or two minor alterations...

...in the second act, I have here
a very valuable property.

I'm so happy for you, Mr. Cosgood.

There is, however,
one tiny, weeny little snag.

Yes. It's sordid, of course,
when dealing with the arts...

...but a play, whatever its merits,
requires...

...a backer.
- Mr. Cosgood...

...whatever I may or may not be...

...I am definitely no angel.

Goodbye...

...and good luck.