All language subtitles for Agatha.Christies.Marple.S05E03.The.Blue.Geranium.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-BurCyg_track3_[eng]

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[ Indistinct talking ]

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[ Breathing heavily ]

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[ Indistinct muttering ]

[ Slow jazz music plays ]

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[ Telephone rings ]

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Pritchard.

[ Sighs ]

You'll have to stop
ringing me here, please.

No.

She's upstairs,
in bed.

Look, I said I'll do it,
and I will -- in my own time.

Now, please,
stop ringing me here.

[ Ominous music plays ]

[ Putter taps, ball clangs ]

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- The protection of the spirits
of the wind, the earth,

the fire,
and the water around me.

And I beg you spirits
not to let evil

cross the boundary
into this room tonight.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Spirits, please help me.

Help me, please.

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Ah, Caro.

Tell Hester
I'll take breakfast

in the study
this morning, please.

Yes, sir.

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[ Lock rattles ]

Mrs. Pritchard?

[ Knocking ]

Mrs. Pritchard?

Mrs. Pritchard?

[ Knocking ]

Mary?

Mary!

Mary!

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Oh, no.

No.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

George?

George?

What is it?

- Mr. Pritchard,
you should see this.

[ Gasps ]

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Look at the geranium, sir.

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[ Buzzing ]

[ Door opens ]

- It's the wasp season already,
Miss Marple.

So I see.

I hope you're killing them
humanely, John.

Nasty little predators.

What's the point of a wasp,
Miss Marple?

I've never worked it out.

I don't know.

I'm sure they have
their place.

- The garden's going to look
wonderful again this year, Miss.

I think so.

- Especially if we can get rid
of these blighters.

[ Buzzing ]

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Oh.

[ Gasps ]

- Are you all right,
Miss Marple?

Uh...yes.

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[ Busy signal ]

[ Sighs ]

- Hello.
- Hello. Yes.

I wonder,
is it possible to speak to

Detective
William Somerset?

- Yes, I believe
he has a hearing

in front of the Old Bailey
today.

- Your name, please.
- Yes.

My name is Jane Marple.

One moment, please.

Detective Somerset?

There's a telephone call
for you, sir.

It's a Miss Jane Marple.

- Oh, for goodness sake. No.
I don't want to talk to her.

Tell her --
Tell her to go away.

I've got a murderer
to hang.

Only put it more politely
than that.

- He won't come
to the phone?

- Perhaps you could
call back later, Madam.

Goodbye.

Oh, Jane. Jane.

- Scotland Yard.
- Hello. Yes.

I wondered,
could you tell me

where I can find
Sir Henry Clithering?

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- I'm terribly sorry,
but as I've explained to you,

this is
a gentlemen's club.

Yes, yes, I know,

but I have traveled
some distance already today,

and I need to see
Sir Henry Clithering

- on a matter of some urgency.
- Jane!

- Oh.
- Oh, what is it?

- Well, it's this, Sir Henry.
Excuse me.

They're going to hang
the wrong person for murder.

Thank you so much.

- I think you'd better
come through.

- But Sir Henry, ladies are not
allowed beyond the desk, sir.

- I'm a trustee.
Make an exception.

- Excuse me.
Thank you.

Oh.

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You need to stop the hearing,
Henry,

or there will be
terrible consequences.

Are you familiar
with the case?

- Well, yes, but I retired from
Scotland Yard some time ago.

I carry no authority there.

- But you can get to the people
in authority,

whereas I can't,
and I need to.

Calm down, Jane.

- Have you ever known me
to be wrong, Sir Henry,

in all the years
you've known me?

No.

Well, I was wrong here.

I was there when it happened,
and I've got it wrong.

[ Sighs ]

Do you remember when
old Mrs. Challinor died

in St. Mary Mead?

- Mrs. Challinor
was murdered?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

But when she died,
she had a knitting basket

that was full of
abandoned projects.

They were so entangled that one
simply couldn't unravel them.

Well...

that's how I think of
this case,

this blue geranium murder.

It became so knotted
that it was difficult

to tell one thing
from the other.

- Tell me what happened, Jane,
and then tell me why it's wrong.

- I'd been invited
to the West Country

to visit a friend,
Dermot Milewater.

He lives in a village
called Little Ambrose.

And to get there,
you have to catch a bus

from the train station
in Fothersby.

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There was one other person
on the bus.

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And he was in a mood
to talk.

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- I love nature,
don't you?

I love the bareness of the trees
and the clouds.

Yes. Yes, I do.

- "My heart leaps up when I
behold a rainbow in the sky."

Wordsworth.

- Yes, yes,
and I-I don't mind saying

that I've -- I've been through
a tunnel, Missus, um...

Marple. Miss Marple.

- Eddie -- Eddie Seward,
or just Ed or Eddie.

Eddie. Eddie.

[ Stammering ]

And as I came through
this tunnel, I saw a crocus.

Saw it out the window --
an early white crocus.

And it was beautiful.
It was terrifically beautiful.

And I thought
I've never really seen nature

as being
beautiful before.

And I should have done.
I...I should have done.

And then, my heart leaped up,
like in the Wordsworth.

It jumped.

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Uh...

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...do you think God
is in nature, Miss Marple?

I think He is.

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- I think He shows us
how terrifically beautiful...

the world
could really be.

- Are you going to
Little Ambrose, Mr. Seward?

- I'm going to force the moment
to its crisis.

- What moment
to what crisis?

- And surrounded by such beauty,
I...

I feel I will.

I feel I can do it. Yes.

Yes.

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Here.

Madam.

Jane. Jane!

- Oh.
- Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

- Hello, Dermot.
- But I come bearing gifts.

- Oh, they're beautiful.
Thank you.

[ Laughs ]

Well...it's been
too long, Jane.

- Yes. Yes, it has.
Excuse me.

Mr. Seward, do you know
where you're going?

- Uh...Uh, y-yes.
Thank you.

It's, uh, it's a beaut--
It's a beautiful village.

Um...

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♪ Oh, what a beautiful day ♪

♪ I have a wonderful
feeling ♪

♪ Everything's going
my way ♪

[ Humming ]

Oh. Hello, darling.
You're up.

Will you be writing?

Yes. Of course.

- Uh! Now you know full well
they're not for you.

- She can't eat them all,
can she?

You know, there once was a man
called "Daniel Lambert,"

the fattest in England --

- Don't be mean
about my sister.

I'm not.

And when he died,
the undertakers

had to smash through the window
at the front of the house

to get his corpse out
because he was so fat

he didn't fit through
his own front door.

Am I talking to
myself again?

[ Door closes ]

I am, you know.

I am talking to myself.

Let me see.

Hmm.

Hello.

- You must be Miss Marple.
- Yes.

Jane, this is Hester.

This is my niece,
Robert's daughter.

No!

I remember you when your father
had the parish at St. Mary Mead.

You were this tall.

- I remember St. Mary Mead
very fondly.

Is it still as pretty?

It is.

But this is, I think,
the prettiest village I know --

and with a much more
impressive church.

- Yes, well,
as impressive as it may be,

it might not be here
for much longer.

- We've had some trouble with
subsidence on the south wall.

Uncle Dermot's raised funds
to dig out the foundations.

- It was a botched job, Jane.
They completely ruined it.

- Can't the diocese help?
- No.

But we have a plan.

There's a generous millionaire
in the village now --

Mr. Trans Europa Airlines,

who bought Summerleigh at
auction when Major Frayn died,

lock, stock, and barrel --
all the contents.

- Uh, Hester's cook
at Summerleigh now.

Yes.

And our plan
is that today,

when he's made captain
of the golf club,

we're praying he'll be in
a benevolent mood.

[ Horn honks ]

Where is she, Philippa?

- George, she says you can honk
the horn all you like,

but it's giving her
a migraine.

- I've only
honked it twice.

- And anyway, she's decided
she's not gonna come.

Why not?

Here, let me help you
on your bike.

- No, no.
Thank you, George.

She's had her horoscope read
this morning over the telephone.

Oh, no.

- And she wants you to ring
Dr. Frayn.

- Things are going to
fall apart today.

That's what he said.

It's a black day.

The moon is in Mars,
or something.

He said there were omens --
omens, George.

Pass me the chocolates.

Where are they?!

He said I should stay inside,
or bad things will happen to me.

Not these!
The truffles, you useless woman!

And we should all stay here.
No golf.

Stay here, in this sanctuary,
with me.

Except you.

You can go wherever you like,
Nurse Copling.

You're annoying today.

I hope bad things
happen to you.

- Darling, you said
you were looking forward

to going to
the golf club.

You were gonna wear
your new dress,

which everyone
was going to admire.

Darling,
they're expecting you.

- Yes, they're expecting me
to lie dying on the floor,

so they can stand 'round
laughing at me

whilst I lie dying!

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Thanks for coming, Frayn.

No problem.

- I have to be at the golf club
by 3:00.

- I'll get her there
as soon as I can.

- Is she in her room?
- Yeah. Follow the noise.

George!

Is that Dr. Frayn?!

He said a "black day," Johnny,
and you know how sensitive I am.

Is that your
magic medicine?

Yes.

Oh.

Mmm.

That works for me.
It settles me.

I know.

George bought some hyacinths
in from the greenhouse,

thinking that would
settle me,

but nothing settles me like you,
Johnny.

Will you stay close to me
at the golf club?

Yes. Of course.

Will you watch over me
all the time?

- So, that afternoon,
Sir Henry,

most of Little Ambrose
turns up at the golf club.

And I learn from Dermot
that George Pritchard's brother,

Lewis, is a penniless writer,

and married to Mary Pritchard's
sister, Philippa.

- Two brothers
have married two sisters?

Yes.

And that afternoon,
there was something very strange

going on
between the brothers.

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- What happened to
your nose?

- You need to give me
20 quid.

I owe Pilger 20 quid.
Haven't got it.

What, he did that to you?

- Yeah. I was walking here.
He draws up in that car.

He says things will get
a lot worse if I don't pay up.

[ Sighs ]

You need any money, you're gonna
have to go through Mary.

No!

- Because she needs to know
that the money

is gonna get to her sister,
and not some bloody bookmaker.

George, George.

Are you really that much
under her thumb?

I know you like carrying
a big wad around --

more than most people earn
in a month.

[ Sighs ]

- I know you can
pay this.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Sighs ]

- And you don't need
to tell her.

- Next time,
don't bother asking me.

You go to Mary.

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- Sorry.
Sorry I'm late.

- Did you bring
the fruit pies?

- No.
No, I'm afraid I didn't.

I ran out of time.

Oh, not to worry,
not to worry.

I just hope we've got enough
to go 'round.

- Hazel's an artist,
Miss Marple.

We have to allow her
a little dreaminess.

Hello.

- Jane Marple.
Nice to meet you.

- Are all these people
admiring my dress, Johnny?

Yes, they are.

And what was George
speaking to

my sister's
useless husband about?

Was it money?

- He handed over
about £20.

It'll be for
the bookmakers again.

Right.

And where is George now?
Where is he?

- He's with
Reverend Milewater.

Is he?

Well, I bet I can tell you
what that's about.

- Well, it escalates
every day.

The diocese think that
they could make funds available

by the end of the year,
but by that time,

the whole thing
could have collapsed completely.

- I hope it does,
the miserable place.

Darling.

- How much are they after
this time, George?

I mean, you people
are shameless.

We have been back here
two years,

and already we've forked out
to redevelop the golf course,

the cricket pavilion,
dig out the culverts.

It's like being stuck
in a nightmare village

of Oliver Twist going,
"More! More! More!"

Well, come on,

tell us how much you've cost
by messing up those renovations.

Well, it's in
the region of --

- Because you're not
going to get any.

And I'll tell you why.

Because I hate
that miserable little church.

I hate the way it denies

the true old patterns
of the world --

the horoscopes, and the auras,
and all of the true things!

I hate the way it bores people
to death every Sunday

through this little failure
of a preacher.

Oh, ask everyone here,
they all think you're boring.

[ Laughs ]

They all think
you're a waste of space.

So, no money.

Well, I am done now,
so...

so you can all
stop gawping.

Shall we go outside,

and perform the ceremony
for the new captain?

- Just ignore her, Reverend.
She's an awful woman.

If she can say one spiteful
thing, she can say a hatful.

She makes her husband's life
misery, too, by all accounts,

if that's any consolation.

- God forgive me,
but if George Pritchard

were to brain his wife
with a hatchet,

there's not a soul
in this village

that wouldn't
acquit him.

- Couldn't you
have stopped her?

- No one can stop her,
darling.

You can.

Well, maybe she's right.

Maybe people are beginning
to sponge off them.

Wish me luck
with the speech.

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Ladies and gentlemen,

since George Pritchard
came to Little Ambrose

and bought Summerleigh
from my late father,

we've a lot
to thank him for.

The cricket pavilion,
the work on the back nine,

and many other small projects
that have improved our community

are down to George's
generosity.

Quite so.

- So it's a pleasure
to invite him

to accept the captaincy
of our club,

taking over from the many years'
service of my father,

and to perform the ceremonial
drive off the first tee.

Let's see if he can beat
our captain's record --

held by our ladies' captain,
Mrs. Hartopp -- at 183 yards.

- A phenomenal distance,
considering she's a woman.

[ Laughter ]

I'll do well
to beat that.

Lewis, are your kids
out spotting?

- Yeah.
They're down there.

- They're being
very optimistic.

[ Laughter ]

- Are you worried,
Mrs. Hartopp?

- No, you're not worried,
are you, love?

She's seen him play.

[ Laughter ]

- Oh!
- Very good try.

And it's the...

trees by the river.

[ Laughter, applause ]

Do we get a second go?

- No.
- No.

- My kids will never find that,
George.

They'll be in there
for years.

Come out looking like
Rip van bloody Winkle.

[ Laughter ]

Dad!

Dad! Call the police!

[ Children
shouting indistinctly ]

Dad!

Call the police!

[ Children
shouting indistinctly ]

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- He's by the river,
Uncle George.

Oh, God.

Quick. Turn him over.

Is he dead?

- Come here.
Come here, Michael. Peter.

Turn him over.

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Who is it, George?

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

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[ Siren ringing ]

[ Tires screech ]

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Brute force.

Scratches on the neck
to indicate a struggle.

I'd say the murderer was a man,
wouldn't you, Doctor?

I'd say a man.

- Is he local?
- No.

- Dead maybe...an hour?
Bit longer?

Killed upstream,
dumped in the river.

No jacket.
Nothing in his pockets.

Nothing to immediately
identify him, anyway.

- Oh, we have a name,
Detective Somerset.

We know who he is.

- And did Eddie Seward say
where he'd come from?

I presumed London.

His coat was Savile Row,

and to be on the 10:25 bus
from Fothersby

meant he'd most likely arrived
on the 8:05 from Paddington.

Right.

- And it was an impulsive visit,
Detective Somerset.

I believe he'd only decided to
make the journey that morning.

- He told you that,
did he?

- No. No, no.
He had no travel bag.

- And did he say why he was
headed to Little Ambrose?

Yes.

He said he was here "to force
the moment to its crisis."

- Well, that could mean anything.
- No, no.

It's from a poem
about a man called Prufrock

who's trying to summon up
the courage

to ask a woman
to marry him.

Is it?

- Inspector, I couldn't help
noticing when I saw the body

that the bottom half of the tie
that killed him was missing.

- Oh, you had a good look,
did you?

- Well, you can learn
so much

if you're lucky enough
to see the body.

Um, can I just ask...

[ Telephone rings ]

...if the other part of his tie
was found on or near him?

- Well, that's a police concern,
Miss Marple.

Yes.

- Inspector, it seems
you've just had a phone call

from a certain lady who would
like to see you rather urgently.

- Um, and -- and the scratches
on his neck.

I wonder, were they made
by the dead man

or by a possible
assailant?

- Again, Miss Marple,
that's a matter

that should only concern
the police.

And what's the name
of this certain lady?

Mary Pritchard.

I suggest you wear
a helmet.

[ Breathes deeply ]

This was death foretold.

No one took me seriously, and
it's about time you all started.

I don't want those pills.
I want your magic, Dr. Frayn.

You know I can't take pills
without mayonnaise.

- Mrs. Pritchard, I was told you
had something urgent to tell me.

That's what she said.

I'm being burgled.

- You are not
being burgled!

- Jewelry goes missing
from this room.

Yes, it does.

My emerald ring, for one,
that diamond brooch,

snuffboxes from the hall tables
spirited away.

Now you're in the village,
Inspector,

you can take me seriously,

and put all your efforts
into this crime, as well.

- Mrs. Pritchard,
I have a capital crime here.

Now, I was told you had
something urgent to say

about the murder
of Eddie Seward.

That was Eddie Seward?

Yes. Did you know him?

Oh, I knew him.

You did, too,
didn't you, George?

- Just before I left the Yard,
we investigated an Edward Seward

because his wife
went missing.

That's right.

And that's what
Detective Somerset found out

after a quick phone call.

- He was a member here,
you know.

Rich as Croesus,
he was.

Inherited a mining fortune.

Never did a day's work
in his life.

- Yes, I believe we would have
been in the same society events

as Eddie Seward,
but we weren't friends.

I wouldn't have
recognized him.

Business associates?

No.

Would you like a drink,
Inspector?

Or are you all right
with tea?

- No, no, thanks.
Tea is fine.

Of course.

- So, from what I can gather,
he would finance ventures,

some of them nefarious.

Yes, well, I steer clear
of financiers like that.

Tea, Mr. Pritchard?

Yes, thank you, Hester.

No, thanks.

- I set up the airline with
contacts I had in the Air Force.

Good.

Oh, um, where were you
between 11:30

and the events at the golf
course this afternoon?

I was here.

Thank you.

♪♪

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Oh. Hello.

I've been looking
for you.

How are you?

[ Sighs ]

I have been here
for 40 years, Jane.

And the whole thing's
gonna fall down around me.

- You'll raise the money.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Sighs ]

This where you write?

- I try to get inspiration
from these things.

♪♪

The seven deadly sins.

[ Laughs ] Yes.

And I think we all know
who Gluttony is.

Oh, I try to see the good
in people, Jane,

but that woman has not got
an ounce of it in her.

Never has had.

Someone ought to teach her
a lesson.

Dermot.

No, I mean it.

♪♪

She grew up in this village.
Did you know that?

No, no.

Well, she was very pretty.

And George Pritchard
was her sister's fiancé.

They met when they were in
the RAF during the war.

And Philippa was so in love
with him.

I've never seen anybody
so in love.

And...Mary stole him.

This is George.

Hello.

- She broke
her sister's heart.

Philippa married
the other brother

out of desperation,
I suppose.

I don't know.

And Mary's been such a terrible
wife to George.

She makes him live here

so that she can play
the lady of the manor

when he needs to be
in London.

She bullies him.

She bullies everyone.

- I think Eddie Seward
deserved to die.

- That's a terrible thing
to say.

- We knew him in London,
Philippa.

He was a piece of work.

Drunk and violent.

How do you know that?

- I met his wife --
the one who disappeared.

When?

- Mm, at one of those
hideous balls on Park Lane,

where everyone dresses up
as if Edward VII

were still
on the throne.

[ Cries]

Are you all right?

Penelope Seward.

She was quiet,
didn't want to talk.

But she was angry.

She said couldn't go back
to the ball

because she had a huge bruise
on the side of the face

where he'd hit her.

Oh, and that wasn't
the worst.

She had scars on her arms

where she said he'd stubbed out
his cigars when he was drunk.

She said if she stayed
one more day with him...

I'll kill him.

♪♪

Now, maybe she has.

Oh, Mary.

- Obviously, the discovery
of Eddie's body

had spread unease
through the village that night.

[ Children laughing ]

- Put the pots
in the kitchen, children,

and straight to bed.

Mother!

- Hi, Dad.
- Hello.

Hello, Daddy.

- That's a nice sound.
It's what I like to hear.

How's the book going?

Going fine.

- Dad, who do you think killed
that man?

- Look, children,
don't mess.

Can you just take these pots
off the table?!

- If you go
and put your pajamas on,

I'll be up in a minute.

I'll take that.
I'll take that.

[ Typewriter clacking ]

This body down the club
would make a good story.

Yeah, a potboiler.

Well, sometimes pots
need to boil, don't they?

Otherwise, no one eats.

What does that mean?

- I've put this week's groceries
on the tab again.

That's four weeks
we owe now.

Can you talk to your brother,
Lewis?

Philippa! Philippa!

Everything's gonna
be fine.

♪♪

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- £20, but I don't want
to pay it off yet.

I want you to put this
on Flavius the Great,

Towcester,
2:15 tomorrow.

Do you know
your history?

Flavius -- named, I presume,
after Flavius Belisarius --

was the only Roman general
who never lost a battle.

He never lost.

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

- Hello.
I thought you'd gone, darling.

- Well, uh, Mary asked me
if I'd hang around

in case she had
a relapse.

A relapse of what?

- Actually,
I was waiting for you.

Would you like to go
for a drink?

- Yes. A drink would be nice
after today.

Good.

34, blond.

Can I have
a photograph sent,

because I think
she might be here.

I'll look it up.

- Either that or Eddie Seward
came to see George Pritchard,

which Pritchard denies.

- Eddie Seward,
George Pritchard.

This could be
a high-profile case, Bill.

Yeah. I'm aware of that.

If I can wrap
this up quickly,

it could be my ticket
back to London.

Then, all that stuff
will be forgotten.

[ Knocking ]

♪♪

Hang on one moment.

Yes, dear?

- Something I forgot to say,
Inspector --

Eddie Seward was a drunk.

That much was obvious.

But from his behavior
on the bus this morning,

I don't think
he'd been drinking today.

- Well, interesting,
but could you walk away now,

because I'm on confidential
police business.

- Can I just ask,
if I may,

if you think the scratches
on his neck were self-inflicted

or the result
of a fight?

My friend, Sir Henry Clithering,
you see,

says you can always tell
if it's self-inflicted

by looking under
the fingernails.

- You know
Sir Henry Clithering?

- Scotland Yard?
- Yeah.

Eddie Seward was a drunk,
wasn't he?

- He disappeared
from a drying-out clinic

at about 5:00
yesterday afternoon.

As I thought.

And I think his wife must be
down here somewhere, don't you?

Yes.

- Well, if you need any help,
Inspector, do let me know.

- Who on Earth was that?
- You don't want to know.

But I'll bet
George Pritchard

knows more about Eddie Seward
than he's letting on.

♪♪

♪♪

- Sir Henry.
- Oh.

Thank you.

So, both you and Somerset
were right.

Penelope Seward
was at Little Ambrose.

- Yes. Yes, yes.
But wa-- wait.

I have to
tell this right.

And this is where
it becomes tangled --

like Mrs. Challinor's
wool, remember?

Mrs. Challinor's wool?

- Because the next morning,
while the whole house was out,

Mary Pritchard
had a visitor.

Now, whenever she heard of
a new mystic or fortune-teller,

she couldn't resist
arranging for a reading.

The one she had scheduled
to call that morning

was a fortune-teller
who called herself Zarida.

[ Door opens ]

Mm!

Zarida.

Come in.
Come in.

Yesterday, I had
the most horrific horoscope,

and it all came true.

I am so in tune
with the spiritual --

- I cannot come into
this room.

I feel evil and danger.

[ Gasps ]

What are they
doing here?

Blue hyacinths are a warning,
Mary Pritchard.

If you see blue hollyhocks,
they will mean danger.

Danger.

- And blue geraniums
will mean your death.

♪♪

I'm going to die.

You're not, darling.

- Warning, then danger,
then death.

- You certainly got your money's
worth this morning, didn't you?

- I was foretold
Eddie Seward's death.

Now, I've been foretold
my own.

Look...

you don't get
blue hollyhocks.

They're pink
and they're yellow.

So, I think
it's fair to say

that you're gonna be with us
forever, Mary.

- You know blue has always been
repellent to me, George.

- [Whispering] Then it's a pity
food isn't blue.

- Who brought
the hyacinths in?

Mr. Pritchard.

[ Sighs ]

Now, are you gonna host
the drinks tonight?

You know I've got the golf lot
coming 'round.

- I think I might be dead
by this evening.

Enough!

Enough of this spiritual
poppycock!

George.

- And the crackpots
that you listen to.

I hate this, Mary!
I hate it!

Everything I've ever done
you've ruined!

You ruin every day
of my life!

I'm scared, Georgie.

- Well, I'm not scared of you
anymore.

- [ Breathing heavily ]
- Now you stop this nonsense.

You get out of bed.
You go downstairs.

you host this evening,
you do it well,

because I'm warning you --
I've had enough!

♪♪

♪♪

- Do you see there, Jane,
that great big crack?

Yes. Yes.

Have there been any new arrivals
in the village

over the last couple
of years?

Women in their 30s?

- Well, there's been a couple
of them, haven't there, Hes?

Mm.

- They've had a change of nurse
up at Summerleigh.

Nurse Copling came with
excellent references,

didn't she, Hes?

She did, yes.

Well, I'm new, of course,
Miss Marple.

Been here a year now.

- Oh, well, of course,
that makes three of them.

And if only Dr. Frayn
would eventually get 'round

to asking you
to marry him,

well, then, you'd be with us
a little longer, wouldn't you?

If he ever does.

[ Chuckles ]

- Why would Eddie Seward's body
wash up at the golf course?

Is there anything upriver
from there?

- Well, only an old water mill,
but it's practically abandoned.

- Why?
What are you thinking, Jane?

- I think that Eddie came to
Little Ambrose to find his wife.

I imagine
he was going to tell her

that he'd
cleaned himself up,

and was going to force
the moment to its crisis,

and ask her
to take him back.

Oh, but instead,
she killed him,

and dumped his body
in the river?

Well, perhaps.

- Miss Marple,
I heard George Pritchard

lie to the police
yesterday.

Oh, where you were
between 11:30

and the events at the golf
course this afternoon?

I was here.

Thank you.

But he wasn't.

He was absent from Summerleigh
the whole time.

[ Sighs ]

Hm.

- Who was the third woman
who arrived?

Um...Hazel Instow.

She's lovely.

What do you know
about her?

- I came to Little Ambrose,
I'd say, 18 months ago,

for the peace and quiet.

- And before that?
- I lived in Alexandria.

I love the antiquities.

It had always been a dream
of mine to paint in Egypt.

- How long did you
live there?

Oh, a number of years.

My sister is married to
the British consul.

I'm afraid I never knew
this Mr. Seward, Inspector,

so I can't really
help you.

Of course.

And before Egypt?

London.

May I ask...

is it possible to make a living
doing this?

A small one, yes.

There's a gallery in Chelsea
which takes the occasional work.

But it's a vocation rather than
a profession for me, Detective.

[ Laughing ] Oh!

Oh! Ah.

Now...

how much
would he fetch?

- Oh, no,
he's not going anywhere.

That's just a sketch for
a commission from the golf club.

When I paint it up,
they're gonna hang George

in the clubhouse.

In a manner
of speaking.

Sorry.

[ Chuckles ]

- Is she coming down,
Caroline?

No, Mrs. Pritchard.

- Hazel, will you perform hostess
duties for George tonight?

No, you.

Please.

- What puzzles me is this --

fortune-tellers usually are out
for what they can get.

From what I can see,

they just say what
Mrs. Pritchard wants to hear.

But this Zarida,
she seems to be frightening her

with no advantage
to herself.

I don't see the point.

- How did Mary
hear of Zarida?

- Susan Carstairs, the nurse
before me, put her on to her.

- Why does that
not surprise me?

- Nurse Carstairs was really into
this sort of thing.

She sent this letter.

She left about
six months ago.

It was all very sudden.

- She sent this --
sorry, Hester --

but she sent this recommendation
out of the blue last week.

- Did Mrs. Pritchard
make the appointment herself?

- No. I rang Zarida
at her request.

- Well, I'm going to ring
this Zarida now.

Ask her what
she's playing at.

- Why did Nurse Carstairs leave
so suddenly?

- We have a steady flow of staff
here, I'm afraid.

My sister isn't the easiest
person to work for.

[ Dial tone ]

Is she not in?

- The number's
discontinued.

[ Piano music plays ]

Gonna catch you!

- No running indoors, Peter,
please.

[ Boys laughing ]

Boys.

George.

- Ah, Jonathan.
Welcome. Come through.

I'm afraid
my wife's nerves

have got the better of her
this evening.

She won't be
joining us.

- What a pity.
Hazel.

Evening.

- Like to have a drink?
- Excuse me.

Sorry to intrude,
Pritchard,

but I wonder if I could have
a quick word with your employees

Nurse Copling
and Miss Milewater.

Whatever for?

Just routine.

- You can use my study.
- Thank you.

- Ooh, yum.
- Hey.

These are for later,
you little rascal.

Can I have three, please?

Thank you.

[ Laughs ]

[ Children laugh ]

♪♪

- Mrs. Pritchard,
I, uh...

took a bottle of Dr. Frayn's
magic medicine

from your sister's
bedroom.

- Whatever for,
Caroline?

You should taste it.

♪♪

♪♪

- So, you've been living with
your uncle for over a year now?

- That's right.
- And where did you live before?

What was the address?

- Strathleven Mansions,
Bayswater.

Did you live alone?

Were you married?

Not married, no.

You don't think I'm that dead
man's wife, do you, Inspector?

It's just procedure, Miss.

♪♪

- Have you played
the new course, sir?

- I think Mrs. Pritchard
might need to see you, Doctor.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

♪♪

- You're a novelist, aren't you,
Mr. Pritchard?

That's right. Yeah.

- How is the book going,
Pritchard?

You've been working on that
for as long as you've been here,

haven't you?

It's a very long book.

What's it about?

Well, it's an historical novel.

It's based on the princes
in the tower.

In many ways, it's the best
story Shakespeare never wrote.

Didn't he?

- Yes, what we don't
tell Lewis

is Shakespeare did
actually write it.

He didn't.

He referred to it.

He didn't dedicate
a whole work to it.

And what would you know about
Shakespeare, anyway, George?

- Nothing.
You're right, of course.

Is everyone all right
for drinks?

Thank you.

Lewis is nearing the end of it,
now, actually, Reverend.

Oh.

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

- We saw you talking to
the policeman.

Yes.

- We found it
by the river.

Oh.

We were making a den.

Well. Very good.

Oh. Inspector.

Yes?

- I think the children have found
where Eddie Seward died.

♪♪

♪♪

- Mrs. Pritchard's
asked if it's --

Dr. Frayn.

- If it's possible to have
a tray of food sent up.

- What is the meaning of this,
Jonathan?

- You have the medicine.
We were looking for that.

- Why is it filled
with water?

- Because your sister's not ill,
Mrs. Pritchard.

- She is ill.
- Oh, she is, Doctor.

She's nauseous every day.

She has had a succession
of viruses,

and she catches
everything going.

- The only sickness she has
is in her head, Nurse.

- My sister
is definitely ill!

- And therefore, the treatment
that makes her feel better

is also in her head.

- There has been something
seriously wrong with Mary

for years, Dr. Frayn,

and specialists have not been
able to get to the bottom of it.

- The only thing wrong with her
is that she overeats.

And that's as much the fault
of people like you,

who pander to
her every taste

with ridiculous amounts of food,
Philippa.

She's lost her confidence,
she's become agoraphobic,

and she imagines
all kinds of ailments

in order to keep
your attention.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Screams ]

♪♪

♪♪

- Oh, George, the hollyhock!
It's blue! Look!

[ Sobs ]

But that's impossible.

The hollyhock on the wallpaper
turned blue?

- Well, that's what
Mary said.

By the time
they'd calmed her down,

and got some sense out of her,
the hollyhock was pink.

- Which particular hollyhock
are we talking about?

- No, it was blue!
I saw it turning blue!

I am in danger!

- Just calm down,
sweetheart.

Shh.

Come on.

♪♪

♪♪

- You mean
she imagined it?

- Well, that's what
people thought.

But she didn't
think so.

And neither do I.
Not now.

I think someone was trying to
scare that woman to death.

- What type of wallpaper
was it?

- Well, that evening,
Sir Henry,

I tried to find out
exactly where it was from.

- I designed it, Miss Marple.
- Oh.

- Yes. My sister was almost
bedbound last summer,

and didn't want to miss
the garden,

so had it brought into her room,
as it were.

- And George commissioned me
to design a wallpaper

from the flowers
in the garden.

He was very specific about
the flowers that he wanted.

Very adventurous.

- Primroses, and buttercups,
and foxgloves, and hollyhocks

all blooming together.

- I call it "Blooming Madness."
- Thank you, Hester.

My pleasure, Philippa.

♪♪

This is Susan Carstairs

putting the frighteners
on her majesty upstairs.

I don't know how,
but I'm sure of it.

- Oh.
What, the previous nurse?

What makes you
say that?

- Because -- and I didn't want to
say this in front of Philippa --

because, well, I think
she still holds a candle

for George Pritchard,
don't you, Caro?

I do.

- But Nurse Carstairs definitely
left Summerleigh under a cloud.

What sort of cloud?

A saucy cloud.

I was hanging around here
one night.

I wasn't being nosy,
Jane,

but let's say there was a bit
of design to my hanging around,

because I had
suspicions.

[ George speaks indistinctly ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

♪♪

♪♪

Again.

♪♪

- She left soon afterwards --
overnight.

- I think she saw George
as a main chance.

Saw herself as the second
Mrs. Pritchard.

And when George realized that,
he got rid of her.

- Did Mary know
of the affair?

I don't know.

But I reckon Susan Carstairs
herself was Zarida,

and scaring the wits
out of George's wife

is her way
of getting revenge.

♪♪

- I love nature,
don't you?

I love the bareness
of the trees.

- All right,
thank you, children.

If you could just go
with the constable now.

- Come on, now.
Let's get you home.

- So, this is where
he was thrown in the river.

I wonder if he was killed here,
as well.

Or took his own life.

- No, this is murder,
Miss Marple, clear as day.

I mean, there's no note.
Where's the note?

And I've seen murder got up
to look like suicide many times.

- When people take
their own lives, Inspector,

sometimes, they try and do it
in a significant place.

- What's significant about here
to Eddie Seward?

Well, it's beautiful.

And he told me that
coming through the tunnel

of his alcoholism,

he was taking great strength
from nature.

He was finding God in it.

Yeah, yeah.

If he was
committing suicide,

why didn't we find him
hanging from that tree?

- Because the tie hadn't
supported his weight for long,

had torn,

and the body had fallen
from where it was hanging.

- So he fell in the river,
and just floated downstream?

That's a wonderful
explanation.

- Can you think of another?
- Yes.

His wife killed him,
and made it look like suicide.

- But what if the scratches
on his neck

were not the result
of a fight,

but his own hands
trying to save himself.

- If he's committing suicide,
why would he try to stop it?

- Because, as my friend
Sir Henry Clithering says,

sometimes people pull out
of their suicides.

Inspector,
surely you know that.

- No. No.
I don't buy it.

This is still
a major murder case.

- Inspector, why are you
no longer working in London?

Why are you
down here?

- Well, as you know
Sir Henry,

I imagine you'll find out
about it.

There was...an incident.

Involving drink?

Involving drink, yes.

I was on duty,
complaints were made,

and...

I was told to
sort myself out.

- What was in
Eddie's wallet?

- Uh, money, a business card
with his club address on it,

tickets for
various things.

May I see?

♪♪

- I'm gonna go to London,
try to trace his movements

between the time that he checked
out of the drying-out clinic

and the time
he came here,

see if he met up
with anyone.

Good idea.

Thank you.

Inspector, I don't think
it's connected to this,

but I believe that someone is
trying to scare Mary Pritchard.

Perhaps you should --

- I don't think it would take
much to set that woman off,

Miss Marple, do you?

And I agree.
I don't think it is connected.

Magical flowers.
I mean, honestly.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Hello.

♪♪

♪♪

What's wrong?

Susan Carstairs.

You've slept with her
since I've lived here.

That's not true.

- You were seen, George.
Don't lie.

Why?

Do you not
love me enough?

- Of course I love you.
- Then why?

Are we not risking enough
for each other, George?

I did it because...

because she was there.

She was there, and you're not --
not like that.

I want to be with you,
but you won't let me.

We talk and talk
in circles

about how much
we want to be together,

but...

you never show
that you really want me.

It's always meeting
like this.

I love you.

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

I'd do anything for you.
You know that.

Don't you?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Ringing ]

- Hello.
- Oh, hello.

Is that the Fettiplace
auction house?

- Do you think I should go to
the police, Reverend Milewater?

Do you think I should tell them
about Dr. Frayn,

and how he's failing
in his hypocritical duties?

Hippocratic!

- I think it's theft,
Miss Marple, don't you?

Charging them all this money
for nothing but water.

- Don't be so stupid,
Philippa.

It's "Hippocratic"
after Hippocrates,

the Greek physician,

not "hypocritic"
after everyone in this village.

- He won't be
the first doctor

to prescribe a placebo
for a patient.

And your sister feels better
after the treatment,

doesn't she, Philippa?

It's just deceitful.

When I was in
the Air Force...

Oh, here we go.

Back when you were in the
Air Force, when you met George.

When you fell in love
with him.

♪♪

- During the war, there was
this girl, Miss Marple.

She used to do this placebo
thing with the black market.

She'd water down perfumes,
and whiskey, and things.

Pass off poor-quality nylons
for top brands.

We used to call her
"the Wasp"

because you'd get stung
if you went near her.

She had this obsession
with money,

this voracious greed
for it.

I think Dr. Frayn
is the same.

And I think he should be drummed
out of the medical profession

like the Wasp was drummed out
of the services.

Now, that looks good.

- Oh, it is --
and it's not for you.

It's to cheer Mary up.

♪♪

- So what would the police do
if I went and complained?

- Very little,
I'm afraid.

♪♪

- During the drinks
yesterday,

did you go upstairs,
and talk to Mary?

- You see everything, Jane,
don't you?

Well, I thought,
if I might speak to her alone,

use what remains of
the Milewater charm,

I could bring her 'round
to giving us some money.

And?

- Lewis got there
before me.

- Well, if you don't give me
the money,

they're gonna come back
to the village.

They'll hurt Philippa.
They'll hurt our children.

They're gonna take
everything we've got.

- Everything in that cottage
is owned by George and me!

You haven't earned a penny
in your life.

The only way you'll be worth
anything is if George and I die.

- You know, Mary,
you are an evil bitch!

Please go now.

- George!
- I'm going. I'm going.

George!

♪♪

- Does he need money because of
his gambling on the horses?

I imagine so.

Philippa speaks to me sometimes
about it,

how much it worries her.

Look, do you mind if we just
stop here for a moment, Jane?

Just...stop in this village
of mine?

Dermot?

♪♪

- I walk here every day.
I...

♪♪

Look, I have some work to do
for Sunday.

I-I really must work.

Maybe you don't
see everything, Jane.

That evening, Sir Henry,

as I stood in the center of that
quiet, pleasant English village,

I thought of
all the tensions

that lay in the foundations
of the lives that lived there.

A hundred times,

they'll be back in the morning
demanding money.

- Then we will get the money!
- We haven't got the money!

- We will get the money!
- Where?!

I promise.

And I thought of
the one woman

who was going to sleep
that night

in genuine fear
of her life.

Help me.

The protection of the spirits
of the wind and the...

- But little did I realize
how right she was to be scared.

In my own time.

Now, please,
stop ringing me here.

♪♪

- And how she was not going
to see the morning.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Knocking on door ]

Mary?

Mary!

♪♪

Oh, no.

No.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

George?

What is it?

[ Gasps ]

Look at the geranium, sir.

♪♪

♪♪

- Well, at first sight,
it's shock --

syncope, which has caused
the blood vessels in the nose

to have hemorrhaged.

You say one of the flowers on
the wallpaper has turned blue?

Well, it has.

It's pink again now.

- I don't know.
I don't think it was.

This is madness.

We don't know what
we saw.

- Well, you've got to get
that detective to investigate

the fortune-teller and
Nurse Carstairs, Mr. Pritchard.

There was something
terribly wrong

about the way
she frightened your wife.

Yes, thank you, Caro.

Can you leave us alone,
please?

- There had now been
two suspicious deaths

within 36 hours,
you see.

As news of Mary's death
raced through the village,

people found themselves
asking terrible questions.

♪♪

Well...

is it true?

Is she dead?

Yes.

How?

- They think she died
of shock.

- People don't die of shock,
George.

Was it you?

- Did you kill her?
- Did I kill your wife?

Yes.

How can you say that to me?
How can you?

Go away.

Go away!

♪♪

♪♪

- It was definitely blue, Jane,
despite what George has said.

But how?

It's not damaged,
or anything.

It's just wallpaper.

♪♪

Everyone in
Little Ambrose

was thrown by the events
of that morning, Sir Henry --

even Nurse Copling.

- What am I going to do,
Hester?

You'll be all right.

- But this will make me
unemployed again,

and I thought it was going to be
a permanent position.

I know Mrs. Pritchard
was difficult,

but I felt at home here.

I was making friends.

- You've still got
those friends, Caro.

- We're not going to go away.
- I know.

- Nursing must be a very
peripatetic kind of life.

Quite lonely at times.

Have you been in it long?

- Well, I learnt my trade
during the war, you know,

when we all had to do
our bit.

- I served over at Duxford,
and then...

Reverend, you don't look
very well.

Would you like
to sit down?

I'm sorry.

- Can I get you
a glass of water?

No, I'll do it.

- Oh.
It must be something I ate.

- Where are
your family, Caro?

- I don't have any,
Miss Marple.

- Have you
a gentleman friend?

No.

Mr. Pritchard...

tried the same thing
with me

as he did with Nurse Carstairs,
Miss Marple.

He tried to teach me
a golf swing.

But I wouldn't do it.
I wouldn't do what he wanted.

No.

And if you ask me,

I think he's still in touch
with Susan Carstairs.

I heard them talking
on the telephone once.

I think George Pritchard's
a bad man.

The way he carries on,
I think he must be.

- Mr. Edward Seward has been
staying at the club off and on,

but he wasn't here
on Thursday night.

When was he last here?

Oh, two, three weeks ago.

Let's see.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Go back. Go back.

What's that name?

- That is Mr. George Pritchard,
sir.

Is he a member here, too?

Yes.

- Yes, I did know
Eddie Seward.

We moved in the same circles
for a while.

He was, uh...

There was resentment.

I was seen as new money, whereas
him and his ilk were blue blood,

and made sure
you knew it.

- Why didn't you tell me
you knew him before?

- Because he turned up dead
on my doorstep,

and I didn't want to be
dragged into it.

Look, I was never
close to him.

I didn't like him.

He was a hopeless alcoholic
and a thug around women.

- This man that
you weren't close to

lent you half a million pounds
three years ago for your airline

to develop haulage routes
into Italy and Greece --

A venture that
was not successful.

- Yes, but I paid Eddie Seward
back every farthing.

You'll find that detail in your
documents, as well, Inspector.

- Where were you
the morning Eddie Seward

came to Little Ambrose,
George?

- At Summerleigh,
like I told you.

- But your housekeeper,
Hester Milewater,

says that's another lie.

- I've had enough of this.
- Sit down, sir.

- Look, am I under arrest?
- Sit down.

- I didn't see Eddie Seward
that morning.

I haven't heard from him
for two years.

I don't know why he was here,
or where his wife is.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to leave, Inspector.

My wife died
this morning,

and I have some things
that I have to attend to.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door opens, closes ]

♪♪

About time you arrived.

[ Knocking on door ]

Yes? Hello?

- Oh, that's an excellent
likeness, Hazel.

You have
a very distinctive style.

- Yes, people have often
said that about the work,

Miss Marple.

- And what, if I can ask, have
been your favorite subjects?

- Well, I like portraiture,
but my real love is,

well, has always
been nature.

I like to think that you can see
God in nature.

♪♪

- Hi, Hes.
Got your message.

Why didn't you just come 'round
to the surgery?

♪♪

- I want an explanation,
Jonathan.

You're the one who's been
stealing from the house,

aren't you?

The snuffboxes.

The carriage clock.
Jewelry.

No, not jewelry.

Why did you do it?

- Because that was
my parents' stuff.

Pritchard took advantage of
my father when he was in a fix,

and drove down the price
on Summerleigh.

He died with nothing
to his name.

- But it's not yours anymore,
Jonathan.

- I want to get money
to marry you, Hes.

What?

- Well, that's why
I put up with

that insufferable woman
for so long.

She was my most lucrative
patient, Hes.

I don't want money.

I want you.
Don't you know that?

Oh, you must take
all that stuff back,

or that detective
will be onto you.

[ Sighs ]

I thought that place
was abandoned.

It is.

So why is there
a light on?

- He found you
through one of your paintings,

didn't he, Hazel?

Who?

- Your husband,
Eddie Seward.

I imagine he'd looked for you
for two years,

knowing he'd driven you away,
maybe to suicide,

sinking deeper into his tunnel
of alcohol and guilt.

And then, quite by chance, he
recognized one of your paintings

at Fettiplace,
the art dealers in London.

Lot 172.

And even though
you changed your name,

he recognized
it was your hand.

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hello?

♪♪

♪♪

Zarida.

There's no one here.

♪♪

Jonathan.

Call the police, Hazel.

If your husband
found you here,

it's only a matter of time
before they do.

They'll understand,
Penelope.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

[ Screams ]

But who was it?

- The former nurse,
Susan Carstairs.

Pritchard's mistress?

- And six months'
pregnant,

with George Pritchard's tie
tight around her neck.

She'd been installed
in the millhouse by George

after he made her
leave Summerleigh.

Detective Somerset
found evidence

that she had dressed up
as Zarida.

He found Mary's missing jewelry
on her fingers,

and he also found George's
fingerprints all over the place.

Suddenly, he had
three suspicious deaths

and one missing-persons inquiry
on his hands,

all somehow tangled
around George Pritchard.

But how?
And why?

- I want you to keep everything
you've seen to yourself.

Can I rely on you both?

- Detective Somerset
decided not to release news

of Susan Carstairs' death,

but to have George watched
while he interviewed Hazel,

who had just rung
the police station

and admitted
she was Penelope Seward --

news that was already
'round the village.

♪♪

- Philippa.
Philippa?

What?

- I suppose you've heard
about Hazel.

Oh. Yes, yes.

Caroline and I
were just talking about it.

- Caroline.
- Hello.

Hello, Miss Marple.

- We think she must have had some
kind of...thing over my sister.

- Or Mrs. Pritchard recognized
her as Penelope Seward.

She recognized her, yes.

We think she must have...

killed my sister,
somehow.

I don't think so.

I don't think Hazel's
a murderer.

- Then who's been doing this,
Miss Marple?!

Who else could have killed
these people?!

- And on this
Sunday morning,

we remember
in our prayers...

Mary Pritchard...

a member of our community
who died yesterday.

I...

Forgive me
for saying this.

God teaches us
that life is valuable.

It's not to be wasted.

God, when He judges
Mary's life,

I fear will judge it
to be wasted.

God asks us to live our lives
in service to Him,

not dabbling in fancies
and superstitions.

I-I'm sorry to say this,
Mr. Pritchard,

but God teaches us to live
our lives

so that we can try to be good
to one another.

- Reverend Milewater.
- Philippa, sit down.

- Human beings should not be
mean and poisonous.

- I think she
was murdered.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

- Philippa,
we should leave.

- No, George.
She was murdered by that woman.

- I know she was.
- Let's leave.

- I saw her --

early yesterday morning,
coming back from Summerleigh.

- Why would Hazel
want to murder Mary?

- Because you were having
an affair with her, George.

Did you think
I wouldn't notice that?

Did you think
I wouldn't see?

♪♪

And she murdered
her husband, too...

...because the day he died,
she was late at the golf club.

- Sorry.
Sorry I'm late.

- Where had she been
if she hadn't been killing him

so she could be with you?

Where had she been?!

- I did see my husband
that morning.

He asked me
to accept him back.

- Where did this
take place?

Well, here.

He just turned up,
and said he'd changed.

And that he loved me.

And that he'd always
loved me.

But I told him
I would never go back to him.

Never go back to him.

Are you in on it,
too, George?

Because you're free to
marry her, now, aren't you?

Was that always
your plan --

to let this -- this wasp to come
and live in this happy place,

and then
let her sting?!

Shut up, Philippa,

before you say something
you'll really regret.

- Did Pritchard
follow your husband?

- No.
- How do you know?

Were you with him
the whole time?

- I know because George told me
he didn't,

and I have faith
in him.

- Even though you didn't know
he was having an affair

with Susan Carstairs.

I have faith in him.

The pregnant
Susan Carstairs,

who was found strangled
yesterday evening

with one of
George Pritchard's ties.

- Don't you talk to her
like that.

- Is that the truth,
Pritchard?

- Why? What are you gonna do?
Write a book?

Because if you do,
it will take you 20 years.

What page are you on
of your current magnum opus?

Every talent that you've had,
every break,

you've wasted it
or gambled it away.

Oh, look,
I see your friends are here.

- Well, at least
I had the good sense

to marry the decent sister,
George.

- What did you say?
- You heard me!

That's enough, Lewis.

- You spent your entire life
leeching off me!

I've lent you money.
I've supported you.

And you've resented
it all!

All of it!

I'm -- I'm so sorry.

Everyone, I'm...

...I'm sorry.

Hey, George.

Was that the real you?

Eh?

Here.

Take it.

Take it.
Take it all.

Pay off your debts.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

I have to speak
to the police.

- You're in no state
to speak to anyone, Dermot.

- It's just something
that I ate.

But Philippa --
She's got it all wrong.

What?

- The morning Mary
was found dead,

Hazel was not on her way back
from Summerleigh.

She was coming
to see me.

Hazel is
a devout woman.

She takes the vows of marriage
very seriously.

She was conflicted
about her marriage and George's.

- You knew about
her and George?

- Well, she used me
as a...

a confessor.

I was bound to silence.

Though, that morning,
she was very distressed,

having heard of George's affair
with Nurse Carstairs.

She didn't know whether
she could trust him anymore.

She loved him so much,
and he had saved her.

Oh.

So much sin, Jane.

And in such a small place
as this.

♪♪

Where are you going?

To find you.

Are you lying again?

♪♪

Before the police arrive,

I need to hear the truth
from you, George.

- You painted the wallpaper.
You designed it.

You -- You did some sort
of trick.

- Did you kill
Mary and Eddie?

- You just had to be a bit
more patient, that's all.

I would have come to you.
I would have taken care of you.

I promised I would.

I'd have found the strength
to leave Mary.

- Did you kill
Susan Carstairs?

- What?
- They know she was Zarida.

Just tell the truth.

♪♪

Darling, let's leave.

Let's go.
Let's go.

- Don't hurt me, George.
- Come on.

Come on. Come on!

- Don't put your hand
on me.

George!

- He made a full confession,
didn't he?

- Yes.
That he'd killed all three --

Eddie, Mary,
and Susan Carstairs herself,

the blackmailer
who was trying to ruin him

unless he made her
his wife.

But you weren't convinced.

- On the surface, of course,
his confession had to be true.

The only reason for it to be
false was if he were...

- Protecting Hazel.
- Yes.

He was taking the fall,
as they say in American books,

for the one woman
he really loved.

George Arthur Pritchard,

you are charged with
the willful murders

of Edward St. John
Hillier Seward, Mary....

- But suddenly, this morning,
I knew I'd been wrong,

and that I had to stop
the hearing, because, Henry,

the truth of these murders
is quite extraordinary.

Do you plead "guilty"
or "not guilty"?

Guilty.

Yes, yes.

Please inform
Mr. Justice Carmichael

that some new evidence
has just come to light

which has a strong bearing
on the case he's hearing.

- Mrs. Challinor's
knitting box?

That's right, my lord.

Sir Henry understood
the allusion.

Did he?

- And the strand of wool
that seemed most knotted to me,

that was the key to untangling
all the half-knitted jumpers

of Mrs. Challinor's
grandchildren...

- Just pull your strand,
Miss Marple.

We're waiting.

- ...was, if you were planning
to kill someone, my lord,

would you trust to scaring them
to death?

Wouldn't you be better making
a more secure plan than that,

like poisoning them?

Are you suggesting that
Mary Pritchard was poisoned

rather than scared
to death?

Undoubtedly.

By her husband?

No. No.

George Pritchard has admitted
to these crimes

because he thinks he's
protecting the woman he loves.

Of all the seven deadly sins,
my lord,

George Pritchard is,
I think, Vanity --

the sin from which
so many others arise.

It's led him into foolish
relationships with other women,

and led, I think,
to the gluttony of his wife,

who, faced with a philandering
husband, took to her bed

in order to maintain
some sort of hold over him.

- No one took me seriously, and
it's about time you all started.

And it also led to
the dreadful wrath of the woman

he spurned
all those years ago

to go off with
her prettier sister.

When Reverend Milewater
became ill,

he said,
"It was just something I ate."

And he was right,
wasn't he, Philippa?

He'd eaten something
you'd prepared for Mary.

Now, that looks good.

- Oh, it is --
and it's not for you.

It's to cheer Mary up.

- You'd been poisoning her
for years, hadn't you?

Sick.

Day after day,
dish after dish.

Making life hell for the sister
who ruined your dream

of marrying
the handsome young pilot

you loved more than anyone else
in the world.

- I didn't kill Mary,
George.

I just wanted
to punish her.

- But someone had worked out
what you were doing,

hadn't they, Philippa?

And when Mary died,
they scared you

into thinking
you were responsible.

Yes.

Into making
desperate accusations

against George and Hazel

to deflect attention
away from you.

Are you in on it,
too, George?

Because you're free to marry her
now, aren't you?

Was that always
your plan?

- She told me they would hang me
for what I'd done.

- And she scared you
into getting rid of

all the poison
you'd used.

Didn't you, Caroline?

- Caroline and I
were just talking about it.

Caroline.

- My lord, do you know
how a wasp trap is made?

I do.

Well, it struck me today

how much cyanide
of potassium crystals

resemble smelling salts.

What do you mean?

I suggest, my lord,

that Caroline Copling
made Mary desperately anxious

through her performance
as Zarida the fortune-teller.

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

And on the night
of Mary's death,

Caroline had swapped
the smelling salts

for cyanide crystals,

because it was the cyanide
that killed Mary Pritchard.

On discovery
of Mary's body,

Caroline Copling would have had
to have acted quickly

in the few moments she had
in the room alone.

Using the smelling salts,
she turned the geranium blue.

She then returned them,

and removed
the cyanide crystals.

- But how did the flowers
turn blue?

- Well, my lord,
smelling salts are alkaline,

and I think a nurse
with a bedridden patient

uses litmus paper,
don't they?

For those little tests
they do

where blue paper
turns red with acid,

and vice versa
with alkalines.

[ Chuckles ]

How ingenious, then,

to paste red litmus paper
over a red flower --

near to the bed,
of course,

where she knew
Mary would use her salts,

and the strong ammonia
would turn the flower blue.

And then remove the litmus paper
afterwards...

...knowing it wouldn't bear
close scrutiny.

Why?

Why would I want to kill
Mary Pritchard?

- Because I think you knew
the Pritchards from before,

didn't you,
when you were in the Air Force.

- I learnt my trade
during the war, you know,

when we all had to do
our bit.

I served
over at Duxford.

- And seeing that George
was now a millionaire,

you thought you'd change
your appearance and name,

and come and see how you could
get a piece of it.

This is nonsense.

Sit down, miss.

Thank you, Henry.

I thought it was odd

the way Philippa used
the word "wasp" in church.

- Was that always
your plan?

To get this -- this wasp to come
and live in this happy place,

and then let her sting?!

Shut up, Philippa!

Such an odd term to use

when she'd used it just one day
previously to describe the girl

in the Air Force
who was in the black market.

- We used to call her
"the Wasp"

because you'd get stung
if you went near her.

She had this obsession
with money.

- And that wasp was you,
wasn't it, Caroline?

How easy
it must have been

for you to enlist
the greedy Susan Carstairs

into your scheme
to scare Mary,

then make it look as though
she was Zarida

before disposing of her
when she was no longer needed.

[ Screams ]

♪♪

To further incriminate
George Pritchard

in this string
of deaths.

She wanted money.

She said, with Mary dead
and George hanged,

Lewis and I
would inherit the lot.

And she wanted
half of it.

Otherwise, she'd tell the police
I'd poisoned her.

That is a complete lie.

You cannot deny it!

You said you'd worked hard,
and had nothing.

You deserved it.

You deserved the money.

- Because you are Envy,
aren't you, Caroline?

You saw
George Pritchard's wealth,

and you wanted it for yourself,
whatever the cost.

[ Gasps ]

- Caroline Copling,
you are being arrested

for the murder
of Mary Pritchard...

- No!
- ...and Susan Carstairs.

No! No! No!

- Anything you say
will be taken down,

and used as evidence
against you.

No! No! No!

No! No!

- And the murder
of Eddie Seward?

- No, Inspector,
that was always suicide.

[ Sighs ]

The sad end of another love
that curdled into bitterness.

♪♪

Thank you.

- Well, Jane, I must come
and visit you next time.

Visit the wasp traps.

- It would be lovely
to see you.

- Are you all right,
Miss Marple?

- Yes, yes.
It's just been quite a day.

- Well, as you said
to me once, Jane,

nothing's settled
until it's settled right.

No.

No, it isn't.

Well...

♪♪

- ...goodbye, Jane.
- Goodbye.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

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