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[indistinct chatter]

[calm music]

Afternoon, Miss Evershot.

[Miss Evershot] Good afternoon.

[Doorman] And this must be your little niece?

[Miss Evershot] Indeed.

Then it gives me great pleasure to welcome you

to Bertram's Hotel, Miss Marple.

[calm music]

There you go miss, enjoy your stay.

Thank you.

Straight off the press, missing millionaire

pronounced dead after seven years.

Who gets the great fortune?

Buy the news, get the scooze.

Is this your first visit to Bertram's ma'am?

Miss Marple, I used to stay here often

but a very long time ago.

Well it gives me great pleasure to welcome you

back to Bertram's Hotel, Miss Marple.

Thank you.

[inspirational music]

[indistinct chatter]

I'm sorry ma'am, has it changed that much?

Quite the opposite, it hasn't changed at all.

How very peculiar.

[calm music]

[indistinct chatter]

It's the festival of Britain, Mr. Porter.

I've never seen bedrooms busier, the whole

of society's descended.

Ah no, I'm afraid Miss Hoter's regrets,

she's unable to lunch today.

Yes I sense your-

Ah, I know isn't it!

- Gosh. - Just wait

until you see the rooms.

Gosh.

Uh, no.

Carry my own bags, thanks, hello Henry, I'm back!

This is my dear friend Brigit.

[jazz music]

So sorry.

There's a band, did anybody order a band!

Who's is the band?

Jane?

Yes sir.

Those roses and the tiger skin rug

to Mr. Weissweller's room, now please.

Yes sir.

[seductive tune from flute]

[indistinct chatter]

[jazz music]

I'm Malinowski, room 321.

[Desk Man] Good evening.

I happened to find this dropped in the street,

I believe the intended recipient is a guest here,

Bess Sedgewick?

Lady Sedgewick does not have a reservation

at the Bertram's.

Ah that is such a shame.

I wonder if she could be using another name?

Perhaps you could pass it on?

Thank you so much.

Sorry.

Sorry, are you all right?

Do you have a reservation for us?

Jack Britten.

And Joel Britten.

[Both] We have a twin room.

[jazz music]

Miss Walker!

[Joel] Can we have two keys?

Welcome to Bertram's, may I saw what an honour.

I hear the Albert Hall is completely sold out.

Oh, that's just too kind of you.

Is this enough of a tip, I could never tell

with your funny money?

Oh, this way please.

Jane, Jane is that you?

Oh Jane, how wonderful to see you.

Selina, how well you look.

As do you, and I simply adore your,

punctuality.

I knew I could rely on you for moral support,

there's nothing I hate more than a will reading.

[Jane] You remember Sir Richard Blake?

Blake Heir, the aviation tycoon,

my third cousin once removed?

We used to summer with him at Mayfield's house

till mummy got ill, wonderful man,

of course he owned Bertram's, not that it's

what it once was, of course none of the London hotels

are really safe nowadays, have you heard how many

robberies there's been recently?

Quite shocking.

Now, didn't his plane go down over the Indian Ocean,

Sir Richard's?

Missing, presumed dead.

Of course it's over seven years now

so officially he is dead.

That's the family solicitor down there.

Look at him.

Shifty as a backdoor.

So the Blake family are gathering

for the reading of the will?

Well there's only really his daughter Elvira,

and her mother of course if she turns up,

if she's not engaged in high level discussions

with NATO or beating a land speed record

or wrestling with a grizzly bear.

Who wrestles grizzly bears?

Bess Sedgewick, the Bess Sedgewick.

Oh, there's Elvira, all that money,

look at those ghastly shoes.

Oh, hello Selina.

Keeps her brushed under a rug at some

finishing school, I believe.

Still, with the life Bess Sedgewick leads,

it's not surprising.

[jazz music]

Oh no.

[indistinct chatter]

[jazz music]

Excuse me, hurry up, hey!

Oh, Mr. Armstrong.

My room ain't big enough for the count of rhythm

we got going on so I was getting kind of wonder

if we could practise in here?

Here, in here?

In this room here?

Yes, yes of course Mr. Armstrong but for the sake

of the Bertram's reputation, if I could ask you

not to be too, jazzy.

[trumpet blows]

One, two, a one two three four.

[jazz music]

Darling, may I join you?

Amelia Walker, now the party's started.

Oh my goodness, isn't that Amelia Walker,

the jazz singer?

♪ In olden days a glimpse of stocking ♪

♪ Was looked on as something shocking ♪

♪ Now heaven knows ♪

♪ Anything goes ♪

Let's go and stand over here.

♪ Good authors too who once knew better words ♪

♪ Now only use four letter words ♪

♪ Writing prose ♪

You're a maid, Cooper, not a guest.

♪ The world has gone mad today ♪

♪ And good's bad today and black's white today ♪

♪ And day's night today and most guys today ♪

♪ That women prize today are just silly gigolos ♪

♪ So though ♪

[jazz music ends abruptly]

Oh my goodness, that's Bess Sedgewick.

[ominous music]

Hello world.

[Amelia] Come on guys, pick it up, let's go.

[jazz music]

Elvira.

Mother.

Oh, why I hardly recognised you.

My how you've grown, how nice you look.

Excuse me?

Oh, they're just suggestions.

The sort of thing a mother might say to a daughter

when she hasn't seen her for six years.

[jazz music]

Please excuse me, Lady Sedgewick, is it?

I'm Ladislaus Malinowski.

[Bess] Good to meet you, Mr. Malinowski.

[Elvira] Weren't you that famous racing car driver?

Yes, I am.

Oh gosh, how exciting.

You must tell me all about it when we dance.

That's not a good idea, Elvira.

Oh really?

Well I think it's a marvellous one.

[jazz music]

♪ The world has gone mad today ♪

♪ And good's bad today and black's white today ♪

♪ And day's night today when most guys today ♪

♪ That women prize today are just silly gigolos ♪

♪ So though I'm not a great romancer ♪

Tilly, Tilly you up here?

Tilly, oh here you are!

Mr. Humfries has been looking for you.

Mr. Humfries can drop dead.

No, don't like the taste.

You never say I'm like Marlene Dietrich.

No, I don't want to.

Here, how got you that?

I got me that.

My ma always said keep your savings in jewels.

Well, who got you savings like them?

Such a goody goody, Jane Cooper.

[suspenseful music]

I ain't gonna be a maid for the rest of my life.

[instrumental music]

Good heavens, all these Louis cans?

Three productions all at once.

But how can you tell?

The different between genuine Louis cans

and reproduction Louis cans is that genuine Louis cans

are not left lying around the dining rooms

of London Hotels.

One, two, three.

[instrumental music]

Mickey, what the hell are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

[calm music]

You're married.

That I am.

Married a lovely lass, back in Ballygowan.

[suspenseful music]

[Jane] So where's the will reading to be, in the hotel?

No, in Curtain's office.

Sorry, so sorry, hats, you see, my hats.

You wear all these?

No, no, no, no, no, these hats, my hats.

Yes, do you wear your hats.

I wear my hats, these ladies hats, not gentlemen.

How charming, may I see?

No, secret hats, my designs.

Clients eyes only, no hats, no hats for you.

What an extraordinary fellow.

He's quite famous, you know, Woodies of Hanover.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could wear hats like those.

[suspenseful music]

I have to, glass of water.

Give him some water, quickly!

[indistinct chatter]

Let's undo his collar.

[suspenseful music]

[romantic music]

Come in.

Evening ma'am.

Your cocoa.

Thank you.

Now there's the smile of a girl with a night off.

No ma'am, oh no, just,

had some good news is all, ma'am.

Goodnight.

[solemn music]

We have to.

[solemn music]

[safe clicking]

[mysterious music]

[Maid] Oh, that's me done, night Tilly.

[suspenseful music]

[tense music]

[suspenseful music]

[calm music]

[knocking]

Good morning.

How splendid, thank you.

Jane, ma'am, Jane Cooper.

Jane, well that's my name, Jane Marple.

Marple?

Well, you be enjoying your eggs won't you ma'am?

Good morning to you.

Good morning.

Tilly, Tilly you up here?

Chef's asking for you and I said that I.

[tense music]

[jazz music]

Morning.

[jazz music]

Right, the National.

Inspector Bird, Scotland Yard.

[Woman] Yes sir?

[calm music]

Ah Canon Pennyfather, your hat.

Oh thank you, oh I'd so hate to lose it.

Canon Pennyfather?

Canon Roderick Pennyfather?

Oh yes, you are?

Lady Selina Hazy.

You were a magistrate with my husband oh,

20 years ago at least.

Lady Selina, my goodness, and how is your husband?

Quite dead but please do join us

and let us hear all your news.

I'm afraid I have something of a headache

but as soon as I've recovered.

My shield is god's most high.

Now isn't that Psalm 123?

You're in for a treat, Inspector Bird.

Golden, flowery, first flush tippy orange pecan.

This fine tea is worse considerably more

than it's weight in gold.

[slurping]

Hm, lovely cuppa, so, who had contact

with the deceased last night, sir?

Tilly did the evening orders so any number of guests.

I'll need to speak with all of them.

Bertram's has a reputation.

A girl's been murdered sir, strangled.

Yes, yes of course.

And if I may say so Inspector, I was expecting someone

a little more mature from Scotland Yard.

I was 22 when I was made commander

of my company at Normandy.

I saw more there in a week than you'll learn in a lifetime

so, you keep running a nice little hotel

and leave the grown up police work to me.

[slurping]

[jazz music]

Where were you both last night between one and three?

In my room just talking.

You were absent from your posts for an hour last night?

I was, I was out the back on my break.

For an hour?

I was in my room, Humfries can confirm that.

I ordered room service and he brought it up.

The manager of the hotel brought up your tray?

I was in my room with a headache.

I had a headache and retired.

How are you feeling now?

Much recovered, thank you.

Quite fine.

But I'm sorry to hear about Tilly Rice.

Rice, how do you know her surname Mr. Malinowski?

I know nothing Inspector, but then,

whoever notices a maid in a hotel?

Tilly Rice was wearing a hat rather like Bess Sedgewick's.

Didn't you design that for her?

I design for Lady Bess, yes.

But most these hats are not worn by males.

Well, we were both in our room.

All night.

So you saw nothing?

No.

No, it's Miss Marple, is that correct?

Yes Inspector, quite correct.

You saw the deceased last night?

Yes, she said she'd had some good news

but I suppose whatever that news was

it didn't end up being very good at all, did it?

Might I ask how was she killed?

She was strangled.

Poor creature.

How was she dressed?

In a coat and hat, quite smart.

Really, how very odd.

You see, a girl only dresses in a smart hat and coat

if she intends to go out of an evening

and yet last night was not her night off.

I wonder,

would it be possible to see the body?

See the body?

Madam this is a police investigation.

It's not an outing at the Derby and Joan.

[solemn music]

[Man 1] And now this murder, with Bess Sedgewick here?

[Man 2] Yes, I'd feel a lot happier

if she were out of the picture.

[Man 1] Yes, of course.

[Man 2] As if I haven't got enough going on

with this damned will meeting.

Blinking guests expected additives

and I'm almost out of American rooms.

Oh dear, balls.

I beg your pardon?

That's the problem with balls instead of scans.

They roll off into the trickiest places.

[suspenseful music]

I should be getting back to my office, so.

Mr. Curtain, I have a question for you.

It's about my death.

[clears throat]

[indistinct chatter]

Ah hello.

And I suppose these would be the stairs to the roof.

Out of bounds, is it?

Psst, they found two bolt, ma'am,

there is another way onto the roof.

If I died, what would happen to my share

of Richard's worth?

Half would pass to your daughter

and half would go to the newly reformed

Blake Foundation for the Arts.

Of which you are chief executive?

It was your husband's, I'm sorry, ex-husband's

wish that I'd be responsible for his

continued financial affairs.

Over the last seven years, what has happened

to Richard's estate?

It has been held in trust.

But you mortgaged the casino in Monte Carlo.

How did you know?

A friend on the board at the bank.

I had to raise capitol to offset some

poor investment on Sir Richard's part so that his

loved ones would be provided for.

How philanthropic of you.

So you won't mind my posing your accounts?

Well I don't have them here.

At the will reading then.

I'll just check through your books, make sure

everything's in place.

Just in case anything should happen to me.

[beat]

Right lads, let's get the stretcher up here,

quick as you can.

[suspenseful music]

Come on, constable.

[suspenseful music]

[Miss Marple] Poor girl.

The thing is ma'am, is that I'm certain that

that hat's not hers, I've never seen it before

and Tilly, well she'd always be the first

to show off new clothes.

Really?

I don't suppose it would hurt just to have a little look.

[calm music]

That's very interesting.

Tell me, Jane, why did you show this to me?

Well I.

Let's put this back shall we?

It'd only seem fair to give the police a chance.

[calm music]

My cousin, Louise Stop, was in service

at the Broaches and she told me all about you.

Not gossip, you understand, I wouldn't be so bold

but just how you notice things and how you solve things.

And Tilly being killed, well, nobody's interested

in a maid being murdered and I thought maybe you could help.

If I'm not speaking out of turn.

Of course not.

Because Tilly had a lot more money

than she should've done.

She always kept this diary.

Her last entry, the night she was killed, was this.

123.

Money received.

Yeah, I think 123 was someone she was meeting.

How very interesting.

I'll help however I can.

Oh thank you, miss, and if you don't mind,

I'd like to help too cause I notice things

like what you do.

What have you noticed at Bertram's?

How there's always things going on.

Like how this place has never changed, that's not right.

Tell me Jane, what is an American room?

Well Bertram's makes most of it's money

from it's American visitors.

The Americans like a little bit of luxury as standard

so we give them extras like a wine list

and a bathroom in their room.

England as you see here hasn't existed for donkeys years

but it's what the Americans want so

we make it up for them.

I thought Bertram's was too good to be true.

You look disappointed, miss.

I am but I'd always rather know the truth, wouldn't you?

[Jane] Yes.

Speaking of which, I wonder if you could do

a little questioning on my behalf.

[calm music]

Canon, you simply must join us for dinner tonight.

[Canon] Oh I'm afraid I can't, the orphans, you see,

I potential benefactors on them.

Nonsense, I insist.

I understand that Bertram's is busy, Humfries.

Heaving, Miss Blake.

Well Brigit Milford and I will be best friends.

You know, and she relies on me.

Well what if I wasn't there and she needed help?

You know, and with all this talk of robberies,

if only you could move her nearer my suite.

It's room 223, it's just down the hall.

Room 223 is an American room.

Well if daddy was still here.

Yes, yes of course, special room for special lady.

Really, thank you.

Brigit, nothing's too good for you.

I'll just be a minute.

Oh, Mr. Malinowski!

I just wanted to say thanks awfully for such a super ride,

in your car I mean.

My pleasure, Miss Blake.

The first floor, isn't it?

[Elvira] Oh please, just call me Elvira or El,

everyone else does, or at least Brigit does.

Brigit is your friend with the arm?

Polio yes, we were just 11 and one afternoon

I insisted that we went swimming in the river

even though we weren't supposed to.

She contracted the disease?

Contaminated water, yes.

And well the joke of it is I didn't even

go swimming in the end, I just sat there and read.

So you see, it is my fault really.

You care for her still?

It's what friends are for.

You are very sweet.

This is your floor, Miss Marple.

I'm lucky to have a friend like Brigit.

I mean, when your mother's Bess Sedgewick.

[Malinowski] You're Bess's daughter?

Why does that matter?

[indistinct chatter]

Can I see?

Never a work in progress.

We didn't always see eye to eye, me and Tilly but,

I do miss her you know.

Well she had spirit that one.

Fire.

You and Tilly, you were drinking partners, weren't you?

We had be known to share the occasional tipper.

Was there something she knew, Mickey?

Some secret that could've got her killed?

No.

[scoffs]

What's all this about?

Maybe something you told her?

I said no.

[knocking]

Still got those talking pipes then, eh?

You can hear everything from here.

[German man speaking]

German, I still speak a bit from my service days.

What's he saying?

Something about waiting for my papers.

Sounds American.

[German man speaking]

That's all I can make out.

[German man speaking]

[suspenseful music]

[tense music]

I wish you just told me that you and Mr. Malinowski

knew each other, he said he'd never date your daughter

out of respect for you which is a shame really cause

I thought he was jolly nice.

Ladislaus and I were involved in some confidential work.

I said that you always get everything that I can't have.

You get Mr. Malinowski and you get excitement and adventure

and you even had daddy for years longer than I did.

All those stories of him you could've told me

but you kept them all to yourself.

What's that?

Nothing.

It's business.

Is it true that you led a cell in the French Resistance?

I'm afraid I can't talk about that.

What, more damn secrets?

You know, whenever I try to talk to you, I tried.

Elvira, wait.

[calm music]

[suspenseful music]

Good afternoon, Elvira.

Are you, oh Bess!

Do you know for a moment there I really thought.

- Selina. - That you were.

Hello my dear.

Cousin Selina, hello.

I, Sir Richard Oswald Blake being of sound mind

and bodied do hereby leave my fortune and estates

to be divided into three equal portions

between my daughter from my previous marriage,

Elvira Louise Blake, my ex-wife, Lady Elizabeth

Mary Sedgewick, and to the newly formed

Blake Charitable Foundation for the Arts.

And that's pretty much it in the main,

very straightforward will.

Doesn't he mention anyone else?

Ah, of course.

And to my third cousin, Lady Selina Hazy,

who was always so happy at my Cornish Estate,

Mayfield House, I leave to you my lithograph print of it

as a happy reminder of the place

of which you were so fond.

How charming.

I don't suppose, I mean,

is it valuable at all?

No.

Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

You on a break, Gorman?

No, Inspector.

I was looking for you.

I have some information, something I overheard.

One of the guests talking in German

about wanting his papers and South America.

I mean, what if there's a Nazi at Bertram's?

[tense music]

Mr. Curtain, the paperwork?

I'm afraid it's going to take a little longer.

Then I'll be round tomorrow at three o'clock sharp.

Let's hope nothing happens to me between now and then.

I'm sure I've seen that before.

Yes, like the one at Bertram's.

Copied by the same artist, I expect.

[Elvira] I'm so glad that's over.

[Brigit] You poor, poor thing.

[Elvira] Should we get a taxi?

[suspenseful music]

I'm so sorry about Tilly, Mrs Rice.

I've packed up all her things for her.

Nice as I could.

She always thought so highly of you.

Jane's wanna watch, used to say.

Really?

Mrs Rice, did she have more money than she ought?

Well yeah, she said it was him that gave it to her.

That foreigner she was stepping out with.

Do you remember his name?

Lice something, Laus.

Not Ladislaus Malinowski?

[tense music]

Filthy monkeys, worse than Jews.

[tense music]

Mr. Mutti, Mr. Malinowski, I'm glad I caught you.

Caught us?

An English expression for met with.

I was wondering if I could see your papers.

My papers?

Why should we show you our papers?

Well I say wondering, I mean insisting.

If you'd be so kind.

[indistinct chatter]

You're a resident of Milan, Mr. Malinowski?

123 Via Solaria?

Galoria, it is very beautiful Inspector

- if you should ever wish. - Mr. Mutti.

Well this all seems to be in order.

I'm sure you won't mind if I hang on to these

to check them out.

[tense music]

Oh, hold the doors!

Good day, my dear.

Good day, Miss Walker.

Why is it that you hate my mother so?

The way that you looked at her yesterday,

I'd have thought you'd have shot her if you could.

Some people deserve shooting.

And I'm afraid, my dear, your mother is one of them.

What do you mean?

Bess Sedgewick took my husband.

And she didn't give him back.

[bell dings]

[Woman] Good afternoon madam, how may I help?

[indistinct chatter]

Good evening, Jack?

It is Miss Marple but, how ever could you tell?

Well I did happen to notice, aren't you left handed?

Whereas your brother Joel-

Is right handed, that's right.

Ah I see, so if I'd been carrying my paper like so.

Well then that would have been very confusing.

[both chuckle]

Oh Selina, how was the will reading?

Fine, fine, although, oh how odd.

They've moved their painting, the Rembrandt copy,

Mr. Curtain had the same one in his office.

Looks like a Vermeer copy now.

[Humfries] Mr. Malinowski.

Did Bess Sedgewick receive my letter?

I'm sure if she had I wouldn't be able to comment.

[suspenseful music]

Letters, threats, three women, three black hats.

[Inspector] Let me have a look and see what we can find.

Inspector!

I'm so glad to have caught you.

It was the hat you see, the hat was all wrong.

Just like Mrs Royston in the post office.

Mrs Royston?

The black hat on poor Tilly Rice's head,

surely you noticed how similar the dead girl

was to Elvira Blake?

Are you suggesting the killer mistook Tilly Rice,

the maid, for Elvira Blake, the heiress?

And have you noticed also how very alike

mother and daughter are in those hats?

So now you're saying Tilly Rice was killed

because someone thought she was Lady Sedgewick?

I'm saying there are three people who all look

very similar, one of them is dead and another

may be in great danger.

Lady Sedgewick happened to drop this.

You said her hat was wrong?

I can't quite work it out but it does remind me

of Mrs Royston in the post office back in St. Mary Mead.

If Mrs Royston saw another woman wearing a coat

or a skirt that she liked, she'd always say,

I bought one like that just last week then she'd rush out

to buy the coat or the skirt, rather than let anyone

know she was copying.

She always wanted everyone to think she thought of it first.

Oh, I see.

You do?

I'm so glad because you see,

that's what's wrong with the hat,

underneath, her hair was messy.

Something's going to happen and it's going to seem

as if it came after poor Tilly's death but really

it came first.

[tense music]

[applause]

[calm music]

♪ Someday you'll come along ♪

♪ The man I love ♪

♪ And he'll be big and strong ♪

♪ The man I love ♪

♪ And when he comes my way ♪

♪ I'll do my best to make him stay ♪

♪ He'll look at me and smile ♪

♪ I'll understand ♪

♪ And in a little while ♪

♪ He'll take my hand ♪

♪ And though it seems absurd ♪

Do you know if the deceased was planning

to meet anyone up here?

Tilly.

Sorry?

Her name was Tilly, and no, she didn't say

she was expecting anyone.

Gentleman, friend maybe?

If Tilly was planning on stepping out

she'd have made sure she was wearing lipstick.

How do you know that she wasn't?

Have you been up here already?

Didn't need to, her cigarette, no lipstick marks.

That's clever of you to notice that.

Yeah, well just because I wear a pinny

don't mean I'm stupid.

No, well, that's me told.

You can see why she loved it up here,

look at that view.

Well aren't you gonna look?

I've seen it already.

I don't understand you.

You can't be that much older than me and yet,

and yet you act like you're an old man.

It's been a difficult war, I've seen that look before.

I thought we were fighting for a better world.

We come back, nothing had changed.

My sister worked in munitions.

This is it, she said, equality for women,

and then the war ends and here I am in service.

But even London looks beautiful from up here.

Yeah.

Yeah, it does.

[jazz music]

♪ He'll build a little home ♪

♪ Just meant for two ♪

♪ From which I'll never roam ♪

♪ Who would would you? ♪

♪ And so, all else above ♪

♪ I'm waiting for the man ♪

[water running]

[orchestral music]

[indistinct chatter]

Good evening.

Good evening dear.

Going out for the concert tonight, at the Albert Hall?

Oh no, dear, we're staying in tonight.

Jazz is such ungodly music.

And the fool says in his heart there is no god,

Psalms 14:1.

[indistinct chatter]

What is it that's wrong with the plain girl, rickets?

Polio, I believe.

You can see they're quite devoted to each other.

But the needy will not always be forgotten,

nor the hopes of the afflicted ever perished, Psalms 9:18.

What very interesting quotations you employ,

Canon Pennyfather.

Good evening, Miss Marple, have you

by any chance seen my brother?

I'm sorry, Jack.

That's right.

Maybe he's at the concert.

Oh no, neither Joel or I are very fond of jazz.

Well, enjoy your soup.

[water running]

[tense music]

[gasps]

[tense music]

[water running]

[suspenseful music]

[Miss Marple] Where is it you're Canon of?

[Canon] Ely, Miss.

Really, why the Archbishop of York

is an old, old friend of the family.

He runs his province so well, don't you think?

Oh magnificently, miss.

Oh.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, my dear, your brother was looking for you

just a moment ago, he went that way.

Oh, thank you Lady Hazy.

Well let's hope that we don't have a repeat

of last night's excitement.

[indistinct chatter]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music]

Once again, so many apologies ladies and gentlemen

for the loss of light.

I'm sure with a little Dunkirk spirit.

I wonder what's with the dicky lights

in the dining room, they're okay everywhere else.

Oh dear, we seemed to have lost Canon Pennyfather.

Look at that fog Jane,

glad I'm not outside on a night like this.

Oh look, even Bess Sedgewick has abandoned her car.

And she's beaten land speed records.

[gunshot]

[screaming]

[suspenseful music]

There's a sniper.

Watch out!

Get out of the way!

Be careful Bess!

[screaming and gasping]

Somebody do something!

First floor!

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

This room!

It's locked, break it down!

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

[screaming]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

God is innocent.

[gunshot]

[tense music]

That is enough!

I see him.

I see him.

[thud]

Where is he?

Nothing here.

[tense music]

It was bolted from the inside.

Elvira.

Mother.

[Elvira sobs]

I missed you, I missed you.

I didn't know what to do.

[Elvira sobs]

[sad music]

I just don't understand it.

[suspenseful music]

You knew this was gonna happen.

Know is such a fervent sort of word Inspector,

I know no more than you but one has to wonder

who the real target of the shooting was.

Those hats, you see, all so similar.

You mean did the killer think he was firing

at Lady Sedgewick or did he actually know

it was her daughter?

But what about her death threat.

Certainly the note was not real.

No, no of course not.

Actually, you've lost me there.

Who sends a written death threat?

Not someone who truly intends to kill the recipient.

It's common sense not to warn them.

[tense music]

I wanted to clear my head and so I went for a little walk.

I couldn't afford the concert and my allowance

is terribly small until I get my inheritance.

Can't be cheap staying at Bertram's.

Oh, I stay here for free.

I've been running round Bertram's since I was a little girl.

Now it's all been made so horrible.

I was just coming back from my walk and I could just see

the torches burning just like when I was little

and daddy took me for a stroll.

He knew I loved London at night.

- [gunshot] - And then it hit the ground

right in front of me and another one and then that man,

the man who saved my life and then I, I just,

I panicked.

[Inspector] Where'd you get the gun from?

It was mother's.

I was looking for her last night

but she wasn't in her room so to annoy her

I stole it from her bag.

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling up to being questioned.

You told me you were in your room

the night Tilly Rice was strangled.

That isn't true is it.

No comment.

Someone ran a bath in your room and let it flood

the ceiling of the rooms below.

Well someone must have come in when I wasn't there.

[Inspector] Who would want to do that?

Plasterers making work for themselves.

There is a recession on, Inspector.

If you weren't in your room when the bath was run,

were you anywhere near room 123?

Inspector, how many hands does it take

to operate the rifle?

The type we found, two.

Yes, of course, I'm sorry to have taken

your time, Miss Milford.

I was at the concert from start to finish, Inspector,

as I have already said.

What brought you to Bertram's in the first place?

I have a flight from London Airport to Rusan

tomorrow morning, a flight which I will now miss.

But the real reason for your stay is to design hats?

Ja, in Berlin now there is no hat industry.

Because in Berlin now there is no hats.

And no industry.

During the war, were you loyal to Germany?

My war record is classified.

This is a murder investigation.

I do not answer to police inspectors.

Maybe you're not used to it being that way,

but you're in Britain now.

And don't I know it.

Don't it ever stop raining here?

Why did you use the back stairs?

To avoid the fans.

You know they think they own you.

Is there anything else?

One thing, what could you tell me about the shooting?

Well, the lights all fused before it started

just as I was looking for my brother.

Did you find him?

Oh yes, both of us were in the morning room

when the shots were fired.

Thank you, uh, Jack, isn't it?

Joel, Inspector, don't worry, happens all the time.

[jazz music]

[gasps]

Bleeding hell.

You want to watch where you're going or do I have

to have an heart attack every time I walk round a corner?

Bleeding hell?

Well, the situation asked for it.

Well it's not like I'm addicted to blue language, is it?

Anyway, I was wondering, Brigit Milford,

Mrs Elvira's friend, do you think she was up to-

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

Her hand, no I've checked her medical records.

There's no question of her faking it.

Oh.

Well.

[calm music]

Well.

- I'll let you get on. - I best be going.

Well, goodnight miss.

Jane, it's Jane.

[calm music]

Oh Jane, it's the queerest thing but I just

don't seem to have any money anymore.

I can't even pay my bill here.

I thought if Richard had left me just a little money,

well now it's dreaded plan B.

Sell mummy's beautiful necklace.

Selina, I had no idea.

Well it's only rocks and metal after all.

I'm sure worse things happen at sea.

Oh no.

They've been,

but I, I put them in the safe.

They should've been safe.

Quite expertly cracked.

Oh Jane, what am I going to do?

[sobs]

Selina, my dear.

[sobs]

[upbeat music]

This next step is very complicated,

three Blake guests were expected, three,

put them all optional not to mention the moat.

The buyer can view at my office,

there's plenty of it there.

You're right, not happy at all with this situation.

[indistinct chatter]

What is a Blake guest?

Well I'm not sure except that we get them every few weeks.

They always arrive by Blake Air and it's always at night.

They never have to pay for their bills

and we're always told that they're not to be disturbed.

They just stay in their rooms until one night,

they've gone again.

I wonder how many Blake guests are in

the hotel at present?

Just one.

[tense music]

So, who occupies this room?

A Mr. Jackson.

I've never actually seen him he, booked the room

for four weeks in advance, I assumed he was

an aficionado of the oriental styles.

So Mr. Jackson could be anyone?

Oh I'm hardly qualified to comment on police work,

Inspector, I just get on with running my nice little hotel.

Room 123.

I wondered if it was significant.

This window gives the best shot of the street.

That's why Mr. Jackson, our sniper,

wanted it kept at his disposal.

Not that I expect Mr. Jackson is his real name.

No, and I think Tilly knew exactly

who Mr. Jackson was and maybe even what he was up to.

By chance this diary fell into my possession.

Tilly Rice, the murdered maid.

123, next to it money received.

I reckon Tilly was blackmailing Mr. Jackson

and that's what got her killed.

I wonder, Inspector, if we could go over events.

The sniper fired from this window and when

you broke down the door.

Which was locked and bolted from the inside.

The sniper had vanished.

But Elvira Blake said she saw the sniper from the street.

She saw the rifle resting on the windowsill

but can we really be sure she saw any more than that?

But then where did he go?

Not out the window, there were witnesses in the street

and Joel Britten and I were outside that door the whole

time, and anyway the door was bolted from the inside.

What if the sniper had already left before you got here?

When you forced the door, this part of the bolt

was ripped from the doorframe, right?

[suspenseful music]

Just like Mrs Royston in the post office.

You mean something happened after it seemed to?

Well, almost.

In this case I think it happened before,

wouldn't you say Jane?

Oh yes.

You see these holes, notice anything odd

about them, Inspector?

[suspenseful music]

They've been unscrewed.

Not ripped out by force.

The killer unscrewed this before the shooting

then drew the bolt into it.

When he left he shut the door behind him.

You thought that you'd ripped it out of the frame

but it was never in the frame.

Right so he locked the door from the outside.

But then where did he go?

I came this way and no one passed Amelia Walker

on the back stairs.

And yet the sniper cannot have simply vanished.

Looked it's highly improper of me to even ask this but,

do you have any idea what happened?

No, Inspector, not yet.

It's very interesting, don't you think?

That the killer needed us to be moved

from the Victoria dining rooms and into the morning room

before the shooting could take place.

I believe everything we saw was designed as a spectacle,

a show which required it's audience,

that's why the killer had us moved,

so that we could see properly into the street

which does rather point us in a definite direction,

don't you think?

Yes.

Like what?

That Mickey Gorman was always the intended target.

[suspenseful music]

[calm music]

[indistinct chatter]

Well, he kept his paintings down here.

MG, Mickey Gorman.

[calm music]

Look, it's the same woman.

Same dress, same posture.

He was sweet on her, whoever she was.

And she broke his heart.

Look at where he placed her, always just out of reach.

This is love, but from afar.

Lizzie, he had a wife called Lizzie back in Ballygowan

but you wouldn't recognise her, not from any of this.

Oh no, Jane, look closely.

Look at her necklace.

[tense music]

Miss Marple, I've got a bit of a theory coming on.

Mickey Gorman was a very talented painter.

What if he did these?

Got himself mixed up in some sort of art fraud

cause then he'd be worth shutting up.

Forgery?

I wonder.

Unless, of course it's quite the opposite.

[suspenseful music]

Come on, we're late.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

[knocking]

Mr. Malinowski, housekeeping.

[door creaking]

[tense music]

[Malinowski] What are you doing?

Oh, sir, you startled me.

I said what are you doing?

Just turning down the bed, like I do every morning.

[tense music]

- Oh Lord! - What?

A face, at the window!

[Malinowski] There's nothing here.

Oh, I must've been spooked.

What with the shooting and that.

I'm so sorry sir.

Do you want me to come back later?

Later?

To turn down your bed?

No.

I'm not bothered by such things.

Sorry sir.

Very well sir.

[tense music]

Wait.

[tense music]

Your keys.

I'd forget my own head.

[tense music]

What were you doing in there, Miss Cooper?

Nothing, Inspector.

Miss Cooper, I know you've been talking

with Miss Marple who is, I've discovered,

a very nosy lady.

Please.

Stay safe.

Me?

Yeah.

[calm music]

[tense music]

I'm so close, Bess, I'm certain.

If the police don't.

Lady Sedgewick.

Your necklace is very beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

But I can't help but feel I've seen it before

in a painting by Mickey Gorman.

Bess, Elizabeth, Lizzie.

Don't, don't call me that.

It was his name for you, wasn't it?

Mickey.

Your husband.

Yes.

We married in Ballygowan.

He was a wonderful bloody minded man,

you've never known the like.

But it couldn't last, my family soon sorted that.

You never stopped loving him.

[calm music]

[Elvira] Was he my father?

No, Elvira.

I was younger than you when I married Mickey.

You came many years later.

Then why did he come here?

[sighs]

Because he was a gentleman.

He would never approach me until Richard

had legally been declared dead.

That's the measure of the man Mickey Gorman was.

Elvira, you don't seem entirely surprised.

I'm not.

Please don't think I was prying but I found these letters

after daddy died and, well there was one

from grandmamma where it all came out.

I was so,

I was so terribly rude to him.

And Mickey, I mean, I thought that

he'd come to cause trouble.

No, Mickey wouldn't do that.

Well I have a lawyer to intimidate.

Curtain?

But you're not seeing him until three.

That's what he thinks.

The element of surprise, Elvira.

Perhaps the two of you could go together.

I always find a journey's such an excellent opportunity

to catch up.

Don't you think?

[Receptionist] I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?

[Bess] No, just get out of my way.

[Receptionist] You can't just!

[suspenseful music]

Mr Curtain!

Oh Lord.

[suspenseful music]

Stop him!

[suspenseful music]

[jazz music]

Thank you, Miss Tibbs, that will be all.

Shall I call the police?

[Both] No.

Certificates, receipts, and some very interesting

sales records.

You've been doing rather a lot of trading

on the Blake estate behind all our backs.

For your own good.

Sir Richard was not the financial genius

you all seem to think.

You filthy liar.

This paperwork proves it.

The funds you raised were flowing into your pocket.

Those dockets prove nothing.

Oh really?

Then why were you trying to burn them?

Well I,

and what will you do now?

Go to the police?

You think I'm afraid of scandals?

None of this will stand up in court.

Then I'll administer my own justice.

Put it down, Lady Sedgewick, now!

I told you no police.

I didn't call them, I swear!

We had an anonymous tip off, Mr. Curtain.

Looks like I arrived just in time.

Yes, yes, arrest this madwoman.

No Mr. Curtain, the anonymous tip off was about you.

Someone thinks you've been writing nasty letters.

Me?

What?

Never.

Well in that case, you won't mind me

having a little look.

[tense music]

But I've never seen that before.

Hubert Curtain, I'm arresting you

for the attempted murder of Lady Bess Sedgewick

and for the manslaughter of Mickey Gorman.

You weasel.

Better a weasel than an old witch.

- Oh! - Come along.

Miss Marple was right, it isn't a copy.

It's the exact same one that was hanging at Bertram's.

Art expert are you now, Jane?

It's the frame I recognise.

The amount of times I've dusted it.

You see this T scratched in there, but why is it here?

[calm music]

Yes ma'am?

Bertram's hotel, please.

Mother, I'm so sorry about Mickey Gorman.

You must have loved him very much.

Yes, Mickey.

He was so,

I never meant to be a terrible mother.

Please you don't.

No, it's the fear, you see.

To love something so much and, well,

for one's own life to be so terribly dangerous, I,

could face anything except the thought

of something happening to you.

So I put up walls between us to keep you safe.

I won't fail you again.

[calm music]

[indistinct chatter]

What the devils going on, Inspector?

I've just been speaking to the Rembrandt expert

from the National Gallery.

Apparently our fake Rembrandt is the worst kind of copy.

What's wrong with it?

It's the original.

Right, I want everything that looks remotely valuable

catalogued before the experts get here.

What happened to that painting?

What, what painting?

I want that Vermeer, Humfries!

And I want answers!

Humfries and Curtain are refusing to say anything,

but the Rembrandt is real, I expect

you'd already guessed that.

I had my suspicions.

You see, everyone assumes paintings on public display

in a hotel are copies without actually checking.

It's quite the best place to hide

a genuine work of art, in plain sight.

But why move one to Curtain's office?

I would imagine he had a buyer lined up.

With all the police at Bertram's following the murder,

the buyer would have to view the goods at Curtain's office.

And the death threat that you found at Mr. Curtain's?

Same handwriting as the one you picked up

in the reading room.

Of course he's claiming it was planted.

And do you think Mr. Curtain was the sniper

in room 123, Inspector?

Well if he was, I don't know how he did it.

Vanished into thin air, I mean, he's not the invisible man.

Right, so, persons unknown flood a bath, fusing the lights

so the diners are relocated here to allow

a proper view of the street.

But why?

Because in some way what we thought we saw on the night

of the shooting was not what actually took place.

I keep seeing the events of the evening in my mind

and something is wrong.

Some little detail.

But through that lies the answer to everything.

[suspenseful music]

If she was there and the sniper was there then surely.

Then it could only be possible if one person

could be in two places at the same time.

Of course, the hand.

It was the wrong hand!

Heir Bess, Heir Bess, it was him!

I'll kill you.

Put the gun down and step away from Canon Pennyfather!

Now!

Inspector, it's not what it seems.

Filth, monster, Nazi.

You'll pay for what you've done.

Oh dear lord please, I don't know what he's talking about.

Oh I think you do, Canon Pennyfather,

or whatever your real name is?

Ladislaus, put the gun down.

There must be a trial for his kind.

Or they win.

The bumbling forgetful curet, like something

from a play or a story, but he didn't know

his bible or his diereses.

I noticed, Canon, how you only ever quoted from Psalms.

And you thought your church in Ely

fell under the province of my friend,

the Archbishop of York.

But Ely is under the province of Canterbury, not York.

[Canon speaking German]

His name is Herman Koch, the butcher of Riga.

[speaking German]

But, aren't you a Nazi too?

A Nazi hunter, Inspector.

Mr. Malinowski's cigarette case, with a swastika design.

No real Nazi would carry around clues like that,

but someone trying to bring a Nazi out into the open.

This man murdered my family and stole

the treasures from my home.

Of course, the Rembrandt, you came over all faint

the day that you arrived here.

I thought you were staring at Lady Sedgewick

but you weren't.

[indistinct chatter]

You were staring at the painting behind here.

Yeah, when I saw it I knew he must be here.

This morning I met an associate and he confirmed

from my photograph that I gave him that this man

is the butcher of Riga.

It's true, I've been helping Ladislaus since he arrived.

Look here, this has absolutely nothing to do

with Bertram's Hotel, Nazis, war criminals.

But that's what a Blake guest is,

isn't it Mr. Humfries?

A Nazi on the run, flying on Blake Air,

swapping their stolen treasures for a passage

to a safe country.

How dare you, you maid.

Yeah, well you'll be doing your own cleaning

where you're going.

[tense music]

So Canon Pennyfather wasn't Canon Pennyfather?

I'm afraid not.

You see, the real Canon Pennyfather

is holidaying in Lucan and it was very easy

to steal his identity.

Right, let's go back to the beginning.

Tilly Rice was strangled on the roof, but why?

It was her hat, you see, it was all wrong.

Tilly was strangled but her hat was pinned down tight

so her hair underneath it, it should've been neat,

but it wasn't, it was messy.

Which means the hat was pinned in place

after she was murdered.

[solemn music]

This is ridiculous, who is this girl

playing detective?

[indistinct chatter]

Go on Jane.

The hat created a false connection.

If Tilly had been mistaken for Lady Sedgewick,

then Lady Sedgewick would have been

the killer's real target.

The death threats were just a smoke screen.

Mickey Gorman was always the sniper's intended victim.

You see, the killer wanted us to believe

that the death of Mickey Gorman came after

the death of Tilly Rice, and of course in strict

chronological sense it did, but the planning of it

had always come along before.

Did the killer send the fake death threats to me?

Yes, Lady Sedgewick.

Then the killer was Mr. Curtain.

But I've never seen that before.

- No, that couldn't happen. - Well I wouldn't.

Oh sorry.

No that's all right, you go on please.

No, Mr. Curtain wasn't the murderer.

The letters were planted in his office

by the real killer.

[suspenseful music]

Mr. Malinowski, why didn't you tell us

you were courting Tilly Rice?

Courting?

No, she was my informant in the hotel,

my eyes and ears in the hunt for Herman Koch.

I went to see her the night she died

and she told me she had to meet someone afterwards.

123.

That's what Tilly called the killer in her diary.

Tilly was blackmailing 123 about something

that Mickey Gorman had told her when he was drunk.

Tilly thought that 123 would make her rich,

but instead, 123 killed her.

Tilly codenamed the killer 123 because she saw

them in room 123 when they never should've been there.

It never ceases to amaze me, not matter

how complicated these affairs seem to be,

they always boil down to one thing.

[calm music]

Money.

Lady Sedgewick was about to inherit

a vast fortune from her ex-husband, as was

her daughter, Elvira.

Mr. Curtain was about to take responsibility

for a third of the entire Blake estate.

Even you had a motive, Lady Selina.

Me?

If Bess and Elvira died, you would inherit Mayfield House.

But surely you don't suspect.

You have to be clear on where everyone was.

Miss Marple and Lady Selina, they were in the morning room

and Mr. Humfries was there too.

Amelia Walker was coming up the back stairs

and Miss Blake was in the street.

Lady Sedgewick and Mr. Malinowski

were caught in the fog and Mr. Mutti and Mr. Curtain

were to arrive later on foot.

Both Joel and I were in the morning room with you.

Then I helped you break down the door to room 123.

Oh no, there was only one twin present that night.

But you saw both of us.

No, we saw two sets of clothes on one person.

Have you by any chance seen my brother?

But my dear, your brother.

All you did was change your clothes.

I saw your clip on ties, perfect for a quick change act.

Anyone would've thought they'd seen both of you

when, in fact, Jack was elsewhere in the hotel

for the best part of about an hour.

This is ridiculous, you can't possibly know.

I can, my dear.

You remember when we passed in the lobby?

It wasn't what hand you were holding your paper in

that gave you away.

If I'd been carrying my paper.

It was your watch.

Like so.

You wear your watches on different wrists.

[gasps]

It was the wrong hand.

[solemn music]

But we didn't kill Mickey Gorman.

No, you were too busy stealing Lady Selina's jewels.

[tense music]

[Amelia] Oh my goodness!

[calm music]

Oh, how can I ever.

Get your hands off me, I would like

to telephone my solicitor.

[Police Officer] Be quiet.

With Tilly Rice out the way, 123 put their

master plan into action.

The murder of Mickey Gorman.

But what was it that Mickey Gorman and Tilly Rice knew?

They knew about Ballygowan, a small town in Ireland.

Where Mickey Gorman married a very young Bess Sedgewick.

What of it?

I'm not ashamed.

We did a little investigation at the records

office in Somerset house.

The secret of Ballygowan wasn't that you

were married to Mickey Gorman.

It's that you were never divorced.

[tense music]

[gasping]

I'll damn you all to hell.

Yes, I killed Mickey Gorman, and Tilly Rice.

I wasn't gonna let them get between me

and Richard's estate.

They knew the will was invalid.

Sir Richard left the money to his ex-wife.

But as a bigamist, you were never married to Sir Richard.

Aren't you the clever one, Inspector?

I thought sending myself the notes was rather

a cunning touch and then putting one in Curtain's office.

It was you who shot at Elvira and dressed Tilly in a hat.

Yes, and it was a damn good plan.

Mother!

I'm sorry, Elvira.

I'm sorry for everything.

But you're not gonna get me alive.

[tense music]

I've always said whatever else a woman may be

once she is a mother, her child comes first.

But this isn't the way to help her.

This is your mother's attempt to make amends, my dear.

To give her freedom in exchange for yours.

We both know Bess Sedgewick was not the killer in room 123

and she couldn't have strangled Tilly Rice.

By the time Tilly died, you were with Mickey Gorman,

weren't you, Lady Sedgewick?

[indistinct chatter]

But then Miss Blake.

Your devotion to Brigit, your driving need

to help her in her illness, how far would that

obsession take you?

I think you wondered too, Lady Sedgewick.

Blow me down, you knew the notes were fake.

The note you put in Mr. Curtain's desk

was one you had already received.

You planted it, not to throw suspicion on to Mr. Curtain

but away from Elvira.

Because 123 was your own daughter.

If Brigit was to enjoy any quality of life,

you'd need a great deal of money.

The will stipulated that your inheritance

was to be paid to my daughter by my first marriage,

but as the marriage was never lawful,

Mickey Gorman and Tilly Rice knew enough

to cost you your entire fortune.

There you go sir, one, two, three.

Tilly Rice was blackmailing you.

So it was you she was planning on meeting up on the roof.

[choking]

But it can't have been me that shot Mickey Gorman,

I was in the street when the sniper fired.

Of course, the crime needed two people to work.

Yourself and Brigit.

That's why you wanted an American room for Brigit,

because the American rooms are the only ones

with an en suite bath.

Brigit left her bath to run over and fused

the electrics of the floor below.

[Miss Marple] Knowing the guests would be moved

to the morning room to witness the shooting.

But I couldn't have fired a rifle.

Because the sniper was you, Elvira.

[tense music]

Think Jane, the hand was wrong.

But of course, so clever.

Miss Cooper, for those of us not so intellectually gifted.

Brigit must have left the hotel first, dressed as Elvira.

Then double backed on herself and put on a hat and a veil.

Is that right?

Brigit then approached the hotel in full view of us all.

Elvira fired at her feet, you're an excellent shot.

[gunshots]

Like your mother, and when Gorman ran out.

You killed him in cold blood.

Then, knowing staff are never noticed, you slipped down

the back stairs disguised as a maid.

[tense music]

As you said, you spent your childhood at Bertram's.

Who knows its hidden routes and corners better?

Your knowledge of the hotel allowed you to creep up

- behind Brigit. - [gunshot]

Then you stepped forward, firing again

at the non existent sniper, almost perfect.

[gunshots]

But you had given yourself away.

You see, Brigit has no use of her right hand

and so she fired with her left.

- [gunshot] - Once you took over,

- you used your right hand. - [gunshots]

As with the Britten twins, the hand was wrong.

Well that's quite a theory.

El, you're more than I deserve.

But I can't live with this guilt.

You're right.

Elvira did it all.

For me.

[calm music]

When I found out that Mickey Gorman had got a job here,

I thought he'd come to blackmail me.

I swear, mother, I didn't know he'd only come for you.

[calm music]

[Police Officer] All right, miss.

[calm music]

Come with us please.

No, no, no!

Sorry mother, I'm so sorry.

I forgive you, I forgive you.

[sobbing]

What I did, I did for good reasons.

You murdered two people in cold blood.

No young lady, there is nothing good

about what you have done at Bertram's Hotel.

[calm music]

[upbeat music]

But then, what happened to the other painting,

the Vermeer?

I think we're about to find out.

Miss Walker!

Mr. Curtain's secretary tells me you've been

a regular visitor to his office over the last few days.

You were the buyer Mr. Curtain had lined up

for the paintings, weren't you?

If you believe I have the missing Vermeer, Inspector,

please feel free to check my luggage.

You always travel with this, Miss Walker?

I used to play a bit myself, bit rusty now.

Always hated the scaled.

[piano notes]

Open her up lads.

[gasping]

Well I better get my money back.

Mr. Mutti.

It's home.

Oh, my fathers, they are both home.

[calm music]

Thank you, thank you so much.

[Inspector] It's my pleasure sir.

What's the matter Jane?

I was so stupid, thinking it was Lady Sedgewick.

How can I ever be as good as you?

Get older.

[cheerful music]

Miss Cooper, Jane.

I, I wonder if I could,

if you would be so good as to,

well if you'd maybe like to consider.

You're the most wonderful, intelligent,

beautiful woman I've ever met.

When I first saw you you took my breathe away

and it hasn't come back yet.

[Chef] Excuse me.

Well, near you I feel drunk or dizzy.

Or drunk and dizzy, like I'm walking on air.

Inspector Bird.

And whatever you make think of me, if it's a fraction

- of what I feel for you. - Inspector Bird.

If there's any hope you could in your heart.

Inspector Bird!

Yes?

What's your first name?

[Chef] Excuse me.

Well, it's Larry, Larry Bird.

Well, Larry Bird, whatever it is your trying to ask me,

my answer is yes.

Jane, I don't know what, I don't know what.

Sh.

[orchestral music]

Afternoon, Miss Marple.

Oh, good afternoon, how nice to see a familiar face.

Enjoyed yourself, have you?

Well, it's certainly not the Bertram's I remember.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But then, neither should it be.

Miss Marple!

I just had to tell you, Larry, Inspector Bird,

he's asked me to go away with him.

And get married?

Oh no, just live together and see how things work out.

But he says after the war, that's the way

things should happen.

Well, actually I said that and then he agreed with me.

And you'd leave Bertram's?

Well Larry was saying that it's only a matter of time

before women are allowed into the police force

and I thought, maybe I could.

What do you think?

I think it sounds exactly like the sort of thing

I would never have done at your age

but always wish I had.

Things are changing, Jane, and I think for the better.

Good luck, my dear.

[calm music]

Thank you, Miss Marple.

You've changed my life.

[Inspector] Jane!

[calm music]

Well, at least that's real.

[calm music]

Miss Marple.

[calm music]

[upbeat mysterious music]

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