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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Do hurry, Victoria.

It´s our big dinner tonight,

and I want everything to be just perfect.

You worry too much, Mrs. Kendall.

[ Steel drums playing ]

ERROL: Mr. Kendall, sir?

EDWARD: No, I don´t suppose I´d call myself as a people person.

I´m rather more interested in birds, actually.

EVELYN: Edward´s not joking.

ERROL: Mr. and Mrs. Dyson.

[ American accent ] Never mind the chow, champ.

Bring us another round of planter´s punch.

Coming right up, Mr. Dyson.

[ Music continues ]

You´re late.

And you´re ugly.

Mr. Rafiel?

Miss Esther?

Thank you.

You don´t have to thank him, girl.

-It´s what he´s paid to do. -Sorry.

PALGRAVE: The Thuggees of India, the Hashishin of Persia.

Big thing around these parts is zombies.

Some people say that zombies are corpses

who´ve come back to life.

Others people say no, they´re -- they´re living persons

who´ve been drugged by a bokor, a voodoo witch doctor,

to do his bidding.

It´s a horrible practice, voodoo.

An affront to Christianity. It should be stamped out.

[ American accent ] I think my first husband

was one of the living dead.

At least in the sack.

PALGRAVE: [ Laughs ]

I once met a fellow

who claimed that he´d seen a zombie, you know.

Oh, I can´t imagine anything more terrifying.

Can you?

[ Down-tempo music playing ]

Mind you,

the behavior of some people in our so-called civilized society

is often no better.

Drink, drugs, bed hopping, suicides,

wives murdering their husbands,

husbands doing away with their wives.

Wouldn´t you agree?

How do you find being a man of God?

I´m so sorry.

Were you talking to me, Major Palgrave?

Yes. It´s this glass eye of mine.

It has a mind of its own.

Oh, no, no, no. I-It wasn´t that.

I-I was woolgathering, I´m afraid.

Miles away.

Well, perhaps it was an unsuitable topic for dinner.

But if you´ll allow me to show you something,

I think you´ll find it interesting.

LUCKY: Poor Miss Marple.

-Everything all right, I hope. -Oh, it is now.

Oh! [ Laughs ]

Canon Prescott,

I saw the watercolor you´ve been working on.

It´s absolutely lovely.

Oh, thank you. It´s really not, uh...

I say! Colonel Hillingdon, you´ve caught the sun.

It suits you.

Mrs. Hillingdon, I´m positively green with envy.

He looks quite the film star.

[ Laughter ]

What a smashing dress, Mrs. Dyson.

I´m so jealous, I could quite tear it off your back.

Oh, you´re no slouch yourself, Molly.

I absolutely adore the color of this shawl.

You know, you can get it in the little shop by reception.

PALGRAVE: Something of a hobby of mine.

I call it my chamber of horrors.

Look at this.

Innocent-looking.

I hope Molly´s been looking after you all.

I´m afraid not, Tim.

She´s been flirting with all the men except me.

I-I feel left out.

PALGRAVE: Now, let me -- let me show you something.

It was, uh, sent me a few years back by an old Army pal.

It´s just a snapshot showing off

some whopping great striped marlin he´d caught out in Kenya.

Voodoo is not a subject to be taken lightly.

It -- It acts a slow poison, affecting the whole of society.

Well, a letter arrives from my chum just the other day...

I come here every year to try and help educate people.

I always stay here.

Molly Kendall is a wonder.

So kind.

...saying that someone in the background

was probably a murderer...

who´d got away with it not once but twice.

Now, here we are.

See this blurry figure here?

I think it must be --

Well, I´m damned!

I mean...

GREG: ...knocked this guy out of the park.

And the pitcher is seething. He´s having a bad day.

The guy´s running around the bases...

A-As I was saying,

I would liked to have shown you those tusks, Miss Marple.

It´s the biggest elephant I´ve ever shot.

[ Screaming ]

[ Drums beating, indistinct shouting ]

Here you go, Major. It´s all yours.

Mind if I join in?

MARPLE: About that murderer, Major Palgrave --

It was really nothing, Miss Marple.

I-I must have made a mistake.

I mean, things like that don´t happen outside of books.

Oh, but they do, practically every day.

If a murderer gets a formula that works, they won´t stop.

They go on with it.

Like Lucrezia Borgia.

Or the brides in the bath.

I´m so sorry, Major, but we need to find Miss Marple a seat.

Oh.

Forgive me, but I think you´ve heard quite enough

from our resident bore.

-MARPLE: Thank you. -Major Palgrave?

Oh, thank you.

[ Drumming, shouting continue ]

Well, this is jolly, isn´t it?

Not my sort of thing, I´m afraid.

All this leaping about and carrying on.

You know, the major´s not so bad.

He´s old and lonely

and likes to remember when he was young and happy.

Well, he shouldn´t drink so much.

He has high blood pressure.

MARPLE: He does look a-a rather alarming purple color.

I think it´s a race between him and our Mr. Rafiel

to see who will drop off their perch first.

The old vulture is fantastically rich.

He made his money in chemicals and fertilizers.

The young woman with him is his secretary.

Or so he says.

-And the young man? -Jackson.

Rafiel would be helpless as a baby without him.

He´s a nurse, a valet, and a fully trained masseur to boot.

So nice to get everyone sorted out.

And what brings you to St. Honoré?

My husband is a keen bird watcher.

I am less keen.

Edward´s gone so far as to arrange some sort of lecture

for later in the week.

Some fellow from the Audubon Society is coming over.

[ Laughing ]

Tell me about your friends -- the American couple.

EVELYN: Greg and Lucky Dyson.

We met them here a few years ago.

He´s a photographer.

Rather good, actually.

Used to do a lot of nature and scenery for the magazines.

[ Drumming, shouting continue ]

[ Snake hisses ]

Think I´ll turn in.

I´ve rather overdone the old firewater, I fear.

Yes. I´m not feeling a hundred percent myself.

Oh.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Excuse me.

I say. Major Palgrave.

I don´t want to appear ungrateful.

My nephew, Raymond, has gone to such expense.

Dr. Haydock is convinced

the climate will be good for my rheumatism.

It is beautiful.

Perhaps a trifle monotonous.

So many palm trees.

But it´s not like home,

where there´s always something happening.

This is...me.

I shall bid you good night, Miss Marple.

Good night. I-I do hope you´re feeling more yourself tomorrow.

Yes.

Errol must have mixed the drinks particularly strong tonight.

Not as young as I was.

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Wheezes, coughs ]

Who´s there?

Who´s...

[ Groans ]

Who´s there?

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Thud ]

[ Bird crying ]

The current has washed it ´round from the point.

Better get rid if it before any of the guests come down.

It´s not all fun and games, is it?

Well, you can´t have anything for nothing, can you?

You certainly can´t.

Do you think it´s going to be all right?

We´re making a go of it, aren´t we?

You mustn´t worry so.

You don´t think people are saying it´s not the same

as when your folks were running the place?

Don´t be silly.

We´re a great team, you and I.

As long as you think so.

I worry too much, thinking...

"What if something should go wrong?"

What could go wrong?

I don´t know. I´m a fool.

You haven´t had any more of those dreams, have you?

Mm. No. I think that was the shellfish.

Everything all right, Johnny?

[ Birds chirping ]

Good morning, Miss.

Another perfect day in paradise.

Oh, indeed. [ Chuckles ]

My dear, is anything wrong?

Well, you´ll have to know.

Everyone will have to know.

Poor Major Palgrave died in the night.

Oh, dear.

Oh, I am sorry.

Of course, he was quite old.

And he -- he had high blood pressure.

I suppose he has been examined by a doctor.

Mr. Rafiel´s nurse found him.

Apparently he´d arranged for a massage this morning.

And the local people

have just been to give him a death certificate.

It all seems quite straightforward,

but it´s -- it´s terribly worrying for me and Tim.

There´s no need to fret.

An elderly man like Major Palgrave,

with a fondness for alcohol...

If only it hadn´t been so sudden.

Yes. It -- It was sudden, wasn´t it?

One minute he was laughing and joking

and telling stories, and the next --

My dear, are you quite all right?

Yes. I thought --

[ Sighs ] I-It´s nothing.

I thought I- saw something in --

Do you ever get the feeling someone is w--

I must have -- Um, I just imagined it.

Yes.

These things happen.

It´s bad luck for the old boy,

but...people can´t live forever, can they?

No.

No, they can´t.

What do you mean by barging in here?

-Can´t you knock? -I´m sorry, sir. I did knock.

I-I thought you might --

Are you all right?

Errol´s drinks can have a powerful kick.

Oh, no, no. I´m not, um...

I have an upset stomach. That´s all.

Oh. Poor you.

Sorry to shout like that.

I´m all out of kilter.

I think I must have had a bad prawn last night.

[ Coughing ]

EDWARD: Where is he?

[ Birds chirping ]

There he is.

-GREG: Well? -EDWARD: Yeah.

Good. Here he is.

If you´re very careful, you´ll spot him.

He´s a light dun color, extremely well camouflaged.

-Look. -Ooh!

[ Laughs ]

It got me.

Oh, Lucky, you really must try to be a little quieter.

-Hey, Greg. -Huh?

Take my picture.

You never photograph me anymore.

I only try to take pictures of, uh, beautiful things these days.

[ Shutter clicks ]

Oh, aren´t we comical?

Ah.

He´s over there in the swizzle-stick tree.

Ed, your wife was right. This is all too boring.

GREG: There goes my lucky charm.

You still love her, Greg?

Ed, you may know all there is to know about birds.

But you don´t know the first thing about women,

and you don´t know the first thing about Lucky.

[ Birds chirping ]

This is not as good as Frangipanio.

One can´t get it here.

It´s a pity.

ESTHER: Are you going in for your dip now?

I´ll go in when I´m ready.

It´s gone half past 11:00. Jackson says.

RAFIEL: Bugger what that fool says.

The Caribbean isn´t what it used to be.

Can´t move a step

without some old booby getting under your feet.

-Hello! [ Laughs ] -[ Sighs ]

Well, isn´t this splendid?

"Splendid."

I suppose you´ve heard the sad news.

My man Jackson told me all about it.

The poor major.

That ghastly old bore.

He needn´t have died if he´d looked after himself properly.

Come now, Mr. Rafiel.

Well, look at me.

The doctors gave me up years ago.

If it wasn´t for Jackson, they might have been right.

Besides, Major Palgrave had high blood pressure.

-Who says so? -He was very red in the face.

So what?

I said to him once, "You´ve got to watch your blood pressure."

He said he had nothing to look out for in that line,

his blood pressure was very good for his age.

Men never like to admit there´s anything wrong with them.

Poppycock.

Talking of ailments --

Um, I don´t suppose --

Well, I know it´s a bit presumptuous of me,

but do you think your man Jackson

might be able to look at my knee?

Your knee?

I thought perhaps the warmer weather might --

All right. Spare us the grisly details.

What time is it?

20 to 12:00?

I ought to have had my dip long ago.

Why can´t you remind me of these things, girl?

[ Grunts, mumbles ]

Old men are so ugly, aren´t they?

I sometimes think they should all be put to death at 40.

Perhaps 35 would be better.

[ Birds, insects chirping ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Oh, hey, Molly.

You gonna come for a swim after lunch?

You look a vision in a swimsuit.

I´d love to. I´m -- I´m rather busy.

[ Music continues ]

Do all bird watchers go around the place armed to the teeth?

He told me it´s only loaded with blanks.

Some of these parts are pretty hairy.

The gun´s just a warning. Nothing more.

-Whoa! -Whoo!

I can give you some pills for the pain.

Gentle exercise will help.

Otherwise, um...

Just old age.

I´ve offered to help

with the funeral arrangements for the major.

Bad business.

It seems so sad -- to die alone like that.

And so far from home.

He didn´t care for English winters.

Can´t say I blame him.

Did he, like me, have health reasons

that made it necessary for him to winter abroad?

Not that I know of.

But I never examined him -- not while he was alive, at least.

But it was his blood pressure that killed him?

I found a bottle of blood-pressure pills

in his room -- Serenite.

How wonderful science is nowadays.

Doctors can do so much, can´t they?

All with a little pill.

They can´t bring the dead back to life.

-GREG: Cheers. -No, no.

Oh, Canon, uh, I wonder, if it´s not too much bother --

I was showing a snapshot of my nephew, Raymond,

to the major last night,

and, um, I think it might have got muddled up

with some of his own photographs.

You couldn´t ask if it´s among his things, could you?

You can´t miss it.

Raymond is holding up a very big fish.

A marlin, I believe it´s called.

[ Knock on door ]

Hello?

Canon Prescott?

[ Laughter in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You´re back, then?

[ Waves breaking ]

[ Birds chirping ]

MOLLY: Victoria?

Victoria, you know that little favor that I asked you about?

VICTORIA: I´m sorry.

MOLLY: Please, Victoria.

I´m begging you. Just this once. No one will find out.

I´m sorry, Miss, but no.

Look, I will make it worth your while.

Just give me the address. I´ll get it myself.

[ Sighs ] Okay.

Please don´t tell anyone.

Thank you.

[ Sighs ]

MARPLE: Lovely evening.

Oh. Hello.

I got a little lost looking for my bungalow.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, you look busy.

I need to clear the major´s room ready for the next guest.

Better not tell them what happened, eh?

No. I suppose not.

I always think it´s very sad,

having to look through the personal possessions

of someone who´s just died.

It´s the little things I find so poignant.

Things they´ll never need again, like their razor,

their -- their toothbrush, or in the major´s case,

his bottle of blood-pressure pills.

Things you must have seen a hundred times

when you were cleaning his room.

Must have.

Oh, well, um, I´m sorry to have disturbed you.

No bother.

[ Indistinct conversations, child coughing ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Coughing continues ]

Wake up, man.

What do you want? It´s not morning.

Wake up, man. I want to talk to you.

What´s worrying you, girl?

The little one coughing again?

It´s bad, Errol. It´s getting worse.

I´ll get some more medicine off Mama Zogbe.

It´s not enough.

We need to take her to a proper doctor.

-We can´t afford no doctor. -We need to do something.

It´s the middle of the night.

We can´t do nothing now.

We´ll talk in the morning. Now, go to sleep.

I can´t sleep.

My mind is going ´round and ´round and ´round

like a fish in a bowl.

The little one will be all right.

It´s not just that.

I´ve been thinking about the major man who died.

Something I don´t like.

Something wrong about it.

Don´t worry about that.

He was old. He died.

Listen, man, it´s them pills.

Them pills in his room.

-There´s something wrong there. -Leave it.

Don´t go looking for trouble.

It´s their business. It´s got nothing to do with us.

PRESCOTT: Man that is born of a woman

hath but a short time to live and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.

He flieth as it were a shadow,

and never continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

I do think there might have been a better turnout

for the old chap.

Well, at least he´s buried somewhere that he loved.

In a week or so,

nobody will even remember him or spare him a passing thought.

Except you, perhaps.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose it is all down to me now.

MOLLY: All right, Victoria. All right.

I understand.

We don´t want to make a fuss,

and I certainly don´t want Tim worried about this.

About what?

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

[ Horn honks ]

MAN: Here you are, sir.

Well, I´m sorry to say we could find no trace

of your marlin photograph among the major´s things.

Plenty of pictures of slaughtered animals,

but, uh, no fish, I´m afraid, large or small.

Never mind. I´m sure I can get another print.

Well, here´s to the old fellow.

He was something of a fixture at Golden Palms.

Won´t be the same next year.

In a funny way, I think I´ll miss all his stories.

Do you recall what he was talking about at dinner

the night he died?

A lot of silly stuff about voodoo.

I mean after that.

I must confess, I wasn´t really listening.

I suppose he must have told you his stories many times.

He had a store of them

and a photograph to illustrate each one.

Whether it was some poor dead tiger, or, you know...

Do I?

He loved scandal, gossip.

Anything to do with, uh... you know --

How shall I put it?

S-E-X.

Oh, come now, Canon.

I´m not a nun.

Sex may not have been mentioned in my day,

but there was plenty of it about --

and enjoyed far more than nowadays,

where it seems to have become a kind of duty.

Not my territory, I´m afraid.

Sadly, my church training taught me a great deal about the soul

but very little about the heart.

Other than that it´s all a terrible sin, of course.

Talking of sin --

Did the major ever talk to you about a murderer?

I do remember something about a woman.

A golden-haired Lucrezia Borgia

who poisoned her husband and her lover.

Something like that.

But as I say, I never listened to him that attentively,

and you couldn´t see anything in the photograph.

A woman?

Are you quite sure?

I may not know a great deal about men and women,

Miss Marple, but I can still tell the difference.

TIM: It all sounds rather idiotic, I know.

But as far as I can make out,

Victoria has got it into her head

that someone put poison tablets in the major´s --

what´s the name of that stuff? --

Sera-something bottle.

I think what she said

was that there was a bottle in there labeled Serenite.

It´s quite commonly used.

MOLLY: But Victoria said

she´d never seen the bottle in his room before.

JACKSON: How do you mean?

It only turned up after his death.

If they weren´t his pills, could they have poisoned him?

No. They wouldn´t do anything.

I mean, if they weren´t his pills,

he wouldn´t have taken them in the first place, would he?

[ Sighs ]

Of course not. How stupid.

Victoria had us all thinking he´d been poisoned.

The major ever show you a photograph of a murderer?

A murderer?

I don´t recall him ever telling a story about a murderer.

Plenty of tittle-tattle and gossip.

You mean people staying at the hotel?

You must have heard the rumors.

I´m afraid if I have, I must have forgotten it.

Molly Kendall?

You know, her mother hung herself in one of the bungalows.

How ghastly.

She was evidently a bit unstable.

Runs in the family.

I gather an uncle of hers took off all his clothes

in one of the tube stations.

Green Park, I think it was.

EVELYN: After her mother died,

her father sent her away to England.

He couldn´t cope.

Molly had some silly dream of becoming an actress.

Only she went and started some squalid affair

with a married man -- all very messy.

He dashed over there to straighten her out.

But by the time he got there,

poor sweet, dear, dull Tim had already ridden to Molly´s rescue

and the other fellow had done a bunk.

I think he was so grateful that Molly had found

someone more suitable,

he virtually drove them to the church there and then.

What a terrible word that is -- "suitable."

You know how these conditions can sometimes make a woman,

you know, go for the men, rather.

You´ve seen how Molly is.

Always flirting.

And the way she carries on with that waiter, Errol.

They grew up together.

They were very close.

Too close, if you take my meaning.

PRESCOTT: Molly? Good Lord, no.

There could never be any scandal or gossip about Molly.

She´s not that type.

I think whoever told you that

must have got her muddled her up with Lucky Dyson.

What makes you say that?

There are two types of blonde, Miss Marple --

the sweet, innocent type and the fake, the bottle blonde.

If anyone is going to be involved in a scandal,

it´s the latter.

[ Waves breaking ]

[ Birds crying ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

Careful.

We don´t want you going over.

Ed, please. Not now, darling.

Well, when, then?

It seems it´s not ever. I´m at breaking point.

Don´t be so overdramatic.

Overdramatic?

After what I´ve done for you?

Lucky.

Edward, wait. Stop it! Ed!

Hi there!

You´ve found my favorite spot.

It´s lovely here, isn´t it?

I walk up here every afternoon.

It´s really the nicest time.

[ Birds crying ]

Is everything quite all right?

Yes.

No. I...I don´t know.

What´s the matter with me? I feel like I´m losing control.

I´m just so terribly frightened.

What are you frightened of, dear?

Everything.

Voices in the bushes.

Footsteps.

I see a dark figure in my dreams.

Somebody hates me.

That´s what I keep feeling -- Somebody hates me.

No, darling.

How long has this been going on for?

I don´t know. I can´t remember.

I can´t remember anything.

Do you mean you´re having blackouts, that sort of thing?

I suppose so.

I mean, sometimes...

Say it´s 5:00, and I can´t remember anything

since about half past 1:00 or 2:00.

-[ Sobs ] -Oh.

Oh, darling.

Darling, you have to go and see a doctor.

They can give you pills.

I won´t see a doctor.

I won´t.

I won´t go near one.

Oh.

Good gracious. It´s getting frightfully late.

I ought to be getting back.

I can´t leave Tim alone to cope by himself.

MARPLE: Hello?

Hello.

Such a lovely day.

Why not?

That´s what we´re here for, isn´t it?

You´re so severe.

[ Chuckles ] May I?

Of course, the weather is a very English topic of conversation.

Perhaps you´d rather talk business.

I´m afraid I don´t know a great deal

about the chemicals industry.

Jackson? Esther?

Where are those two when I need them?

[ Sighs ] It seems so quiet without the major here.

The chattering old booby talked too much.

The trouble with gossip, though,

is one can never quite pin down where the stories originated.

Mm.

-For inst-- -Jackson.

For instance, I wonder who started the rumor

that the major had high blood pressure.

Those pills they found in his room weren´t his, you know.

Of course they weren´t.

Somebody´s been clever.

Well, what do you mean by that?

Well, you said it yourself -- The major talked too much.

What if he said something he shouldn´t have?

I hope you´re not suggesting that someone did the major in

because he knew about something.

Did he ever show you a photograph of a murderer?

He had hundreds of the damn things.

-Collected them. -Yes. I know.

That´s the problem.

The one I´m interested in

was of someone who had killed more than once.

I vaguely recall some complicated story about a chap

who´d lost two wives in the same suspicious manner.

Suicide. The pair of them.

And did you see the photograph?

As I say, he had hundreds.

Men who killed their wives, wives who killed their husbands,

mistresses who poisoned their parrots.

The other evening,

he was about to show me a snapshot of a murderer

when he saw someone across the table

and flew into a panic.

The next thing, he was dead,

and there was no sign of that photograph

anywhere among his possessions.

Not quite the gentle, fluffy old lady you look, are you?

I don´t know whether to take that as a compliment.

You can take it any way you like.

So, you think Palgrave was murdered to shut him up?

If our murderer had killed before

and quite got away with it,

there would be no need to go to these lengths

to silence old Major Palgrave.

Unless whoever it is was planning to do it again.

Precisely.

If we don´t act swiftly,

I fear another murder will be committed right under our noses.

And you never saw the photograph of the murderer, Mrs. Marple?

No.

So you don´t know if it was a man or a woman?

I´m afraid not, no.

And who certified the death certificate?

Dr. Graham, I suppose.

He didn´t have any doubts, did he?

He may have been influenced

by the bottle of Serenite tablets in the room.

So you want me to believe that this person

in this mysterious missing photograph planted the pills

to make it look like a heart attack?

They thought they could get away with murdering Palgrave

just because he was old and nobody would care.

Well, Miss Marple does care.

I appreciate that.

But if he didn´t die of blood pressure,

what did he die of, then?

It is possible that somebody put something in his drink.

Something that would not leave any recognizable traces?

-Well -- -Not everyone is so considerate

as to use arsenic.

With all due respect, it is a rather fanciful story.

If you were to exhume the body

and give it a proper postmortem examination --

Thank you very much for your suggestion, Mrs. Marple.

It´s Miss Marple, damn it.

But we are a very busy police force

with more pressing matters to deal with.

I suggest that the two of you go back to your lovely hotel

and enjoy the rest of your holiday.

You are not listening to us.

The professional thing to do --

The St. Honoré police force

has been doing perfectly fine without your help.

Thank you very much, Mr. Rafiel.

Times have changed.

You British are no longer in charge.

You cannot just come in here

and tell me what the professional thing to do is.

Now, as I was saying, I´m busy.

-Now, look here. -No, no.

Let´s -- Let´s leave

before we have a real heart attack on our hands.

I shall alert Jackson.

I will not be spoken to like that by a bloody policeman!

-I can assure you we take -- -Who does he think he is?!

We´ll get to the bottom of this, Miss Marple,

and shove the evidence right up his --

Oh, do be careful, Jackson!

Are you going back to the hotel, Miss M?

No, thanks, Jackson.

I have some things I want to do in Jamestown.

Okay. Suit yourself.

[ Mid-tempo introduction plays ]

♫ One-Time Charlie ♫

♫ Took my baby ♫

♫ One-Time Charlie ♫

♫ Driving me crazy ♫

♫ ´Round the corner and down the street ♫

♫ Whispering sweet nothings ♫

♫ Promised her a wedding ring ♫

♫ In the town and everything ♫

♫ On the town, he was running things ♫

The first time he tried it, he was sick,

and the second time, his hat blew off.

[ Both laugh ]

Oh, all right.

I´d best be looking busy, Tim.

Mr. Rafiel will be wanting to take his dip.

[ Sighs ] I don´t know how you stick it, Johnny.

Oh, ain´t so bad.

Likes to play up the crotchety-old-man routine.

I´m used to him.

Besides, he pays very well indeed,

tell your mother.

I was lucky enough to marry into it.

Hm. Lucky´s the word, Tim.

She´s a lovely girl, your Molly.

Don´t I know it.

And speaking of Lucky.

Yeah.

All in all, the scenery around here is very agreeable.

-[ Horn honks ] -That´s my taxi.

Ah. My purse.

I just keep losing the damn things.

Cheers.

♫ Promised her he loved her true ♫

♫ All the others, they were through ♫

♫ But the others, they never knew ♫

♫ One-Time Charlie ♫

[ Music continues ]

♫ One-Time Charlie ♫

♫ One-Time Charlie ♫

♫ Took my baby ♫

MAMA ZOGBE: Where did you find this?

It is very, very special.

It is powerful gris-gris.

I tell you --

In the wrong hands, it can make big trouble.

[ Laughs ]

We make them for tourists.

They stick pins in them.

Did you find that at the hotel?

Yes. How did you know?

I saw you there.

Have any of the other guests from Golden Palms

been to visit you?

Maybe they have, maybe they haven´t.

That is between me and them.

I will tell you one story, Miss Marple,

because it is about a dead man.

Mr. Parker de Witt III.

He used to come see me when he visited the island.

He wanted me to help him, let´s say,

keep up with his young wife.

But then he stopped coming because he was dead

and she had married someone else.

Her name was Lucky,

and her new husband was Gregory Dyson.

Are you telling me your medicine may have hastened his end?

Not my medicine.

Someone else´s, I think.

I only use my medicine for good.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Coins jingling ]

GREG: [ Sniffs ]

Have you seen my pills, darling?

Just look for them, Greg, why don´t you?

Thank you, darling.

I don´t know how I´d get by without you.

You´d like that, wouldn´t you?

Like what?

Life without your lucky charm.

Then you could sniff around every stray girl in Christendom.

I just want the old Lucky back,

the one that I fell in love with.

I miss her.

I´m lonely without her.

She´s not coming back.

Somewhere along the way,

that young carefree, happy thing got hit by a truck.

Well, if you hate me so much, why don´t you just leave?

-Why don´t you? -Lucky --

I´ll tell you why.

Because of what we did.

Our secret.

We can never trust each other not to run off at the mouth.

I-I didn´t do anything, darling.

You did.

You married me.

Yeah.

Do you really think

that anyone would believe that you had no part in it?

No, baby.

This is it.

And every time I look at you,

I am reminded of what I did -- for love.

Is there no way out?

No.

Not that I can think of.

Oh, what´s the bloody point?!

We must keep up appearances, darling.

That´s all I´ve ever done -- keep up appearances.

I want to go home, Evelyn.

Oh, and leave Lucky?

I´ve known all along.

Unlike you, I´m not a fool.

Women tend not to be, despite what men like to believe.

Greg, I imagine, is blissfully unaware of the whole situation.

For my part, I´m prepared to carry on turning a blind eye.

So why go back to England now?

We don´t want to fuel any more gossip, do we?

I can´t stick it any longer.

You fell wildly in love with Lucky, and now it´s over,

at least as far as she´s concerned.

No, no. There´s more to it than that.

There´s something she made me do.

If I don´t get away from her, I swear I shall kill her.

Be quiet.

I´m sorry.

I´m so sorry.

If I don´t tell someone, I think I´ll go mad.

Don´t be so bloody childish.

I know exactly what you´ve done. You are transparent.

But you will bury your dirty little secret deep in your heart

and forget about it.

I will not have you ruin your life.

Why? What do you care?

You don´t love me.

You never have. You´ve never loved anyone.

You couldn´t be more wrong if you tried.

[ Laughter, indistinct conversations in distance ]

All I want is for them to be happy.

Something I´ve never managed to achieve for myself.

There will be no upset in their lives.

No newspaper headlines.

No unexplained tears at the breakfast table.

They will be happy.

It will always be summer for them,

and I will do whatever it takes to make it so.

I´m not like you, Evelyn. I´m not strong.

Then let me be strong for you.

Ah. Mr. Fleming. Welcome to Golden Palms.

May I introduce you to two of our guests,

Miss Esther Walters and Miss Jane Marple.

Charmed, I´m sure.

-How do you do? -TIM: This is Mr. Ian Fleming.

He has a villa over on Jamaica.

Mr. Fleming is a writer.

GREG: Well, hello, Molly.

[ Laughing ] Well, ever so sorry.

Did I startle you, little girl?

I didn´t hear you coming, Mr. Dyson, so...it made me jump.

"Mr. Dyson"?

We´re very formal tonight.

Tim and I think it´s more polite

not to be too handy with Christian names.

Not even for old times´ sake?

Greg.

Whoa.

[ Insects chirping ]

What you got there?

-What are you hiding from me? -Why are you so angry, man?

What´s got into you?

Where you get that?

Huh? Where you get all this money?

Ain´t none of your business. You just give it --

Where you get it from?

A man gave it to me.

Maybe he likes me.

-You seeing another man? -What?

And you never look at another woman?

-You´re my woman. -You sure?

You sure you don´t prefer blondes?

MARPLE: So, what do you write about, Mr. Fleming?

[ Chuckles ]

I´m working on a little spy story.

Just a bit of fun.

The trouble is, I´m stuck.

I can´t think of a suitable name for my hero.

I usually find inspiration strikes

in the most unusual places, Mr. Fleming.

Let´s hope it does.

The police aren´t going to be any use,

so it looks like it´s down to the two of us.

Yes. I think you´re right.

RAFIEL: So what do we have?

The major recognizes the killer in the photograph

right in front of him, across the table.

Who was sitting there?

Do you remember?

Lucky and Greg Dyson, Evelyn and Edward Hillingdon,

and behind them, Molly, Errol, and your man Jackson.

Ah. Jackson.

How long has he been with you?

Five years.

Before that, he was out in Kenya with the Army.

Medical corps.

He left under something of a cloud.

There are very big marlin to be caught out in Kenya, I hear.

TIM: Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

first of all, I´d like to thank Colonel Hillingdon,

who I´m sure is here somewhere,

for arranging what promises to be

a most unusual and interesting evening.

So without further ado,

allow me to introduce tonight´s speaker,

author of "Birds of the West Indies," Mr. James Bond.

Uh, t-thank you.

Um, My name is Bond -- uh, James Bond.

And tonight I´d like to tell you just a little bit

about some of the fascinating birds

to be found here in the islands, from the...

So one of those seven people has killed before

and they intend to do so again.

Whoever it is believes they have a successful formula.

Where do we start?

Find the intended victim, and we find our murderer.

That´s an easy one.

Yes?

Proper typecasting.

Sick man with too much money.

BOND: ...forest and even guano cliffs.

Guano?

Bird droppings.

Pardon my French.

Very valuable as fertilizer.

Now, some men might be drawn to the guano.

I myself prefer the various...

Who would want to see you dead?

There are several men in London who wouldn´t burst into tears

if they read my obituary in The Times.

How about Esther or Jackson?

Would either of them profit by your death?

I pay Jackson enough

so that I am more valuable to him alive than dead.

Esther´s not to know it,

but when I keel over, she´ll come into a tidy sum.

Sorry.

BOND: Parrots squawk --

[ Squawking ]

I do hope tonight goes well, for Tim´s sake.

Ever since that bloody old Palgrave died,

he´s been frantic with worry.

And Molly´s not much help.

She´s been good --

[ Audience gasping ]

TIM: Molly.

[ Voice breaking ] I don´t know.

I don´t know what happened. I don´t know anything.

What´s the matter with me?

You must try to remember.

She can´t take much more.

[ Insects chirping ]

What did you see?

I don´t remember. I was going to meet someone.

Then I noticed something white.

I stopped and I pulled.

And I tried to raise her up, but I got blood on my hands.

Oh, her face.

-Her face. -Molly, don´t.

Victoria!

-[ Sobbing ] -It´s all right. It´s all right.

The police will want to talk to you.

Not until we know exactly what´s going on.

You don´t believe her, do you?

[ Sobbing ]

[ Insects chirping ]

ESTHER: Who´s there?

Victoria?

[ Sighs ]

Come on, sweet pea.

-EDWARD: You found anything? -WESTON: Hopeless.

We should knock it off and organize a proper search party

-in the morning. -No.

We keep looking.

GREG: Can someone just tell me what-- what´s going on?

What are we supposed to be looking f-- looking for?

It´s Victoria. The maid.

Molly thinks she´s dead.

There must be some mistake. We only just now saw her now.

-Yeah. -You couldn´t have.

We did -- back along the path.

Are you sure?

Well, can´t be sure of anything in the dark.

You´d think it´d be pretty easy to find a body.

[ Sighs ] I need a drink.

MOLLY: [ Screams ]

Molly, darling, what´s the matter?

In there. I saw her.

Saw her? Saw who?

In the mirror.

I saw her.

I saw Victoria.

It´s all right. I´ll go in and look.

Just try to calm down.

There´s no one there.

Nothing.

Had she taken any of these, do you know?

I don´t know.

I don´t think so.

Something scared her.

She´s in shock.

I´d like to give her a shot to calm her down, help her sleep.

But if she´d already taken several of these --

Several?

You don´t mean...

You think she´d do something stupid?

Don´t leave her on her own. Watch over her.

If she gets hysterical again,

I´ll give her something to knock her out for a few hours.

Then she should be fine.

It´ll take more than a shot of happy juice.

What?

She needs to see a psychiatrist, Tim.

She should be in hospital.

No. I don´t won´t people like that monkeying around with her.

They only make people worse.

Oh, come on.

Are you the only guy that can´t see it?

There is no dead body.

She´s -- She´s crazy.

Oh, shut up.

You don´t know anything about it.

Don´t I?

I used to come here with my first wife

back when Molly´s folks were still running the place,

long before you came on the scene.

And she was always pretty, uh, shall we say, emotional.

She got away with it ´cause she was a looker.

Let´s face it --

She´d have to be nuts to go for a guy like you.

How dare you speak about Molly like that?!

How dare you?!

I know what you are. I know what you want.

You think you can have every woman you like, don´t you?

But if you do anything to harm Molly, I will kill you.

I swear to God I will kill you!

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

I wondered if you wanted relieving, Tim.

There must be a hundred and one things you need to attend to.

Oh, thank you.

Yes. Yes. You´re a savior.

She hasn´t woken all night.

She´s not mad, you know.

It´s just something in her past that haunts her.

I gather you rescued her from someone...unsuitable.

Yes. Yes.

Before I met her, there was a married man.

It´s true he didn´t treat her very well.

She would never tell me who it was.

She didn´t want me to dwell on it.

Well, don´t worry.

I shall guard her like a lion.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Thud ]

[ Sighs ] I think we need some fresh.

[ Water pouring ]

ESTHER: Are you all right?

MARPLE: Oh! Oh!

[ Chuckles ]

My shoelaces were untied.

I´ve taken quite a tumble.

Oh, I´m afraid I´m not so steady on my feet these days.

My knee doesn´t help.

Well, I´m so sorry, but I must go.

I´m supposed to be looking after poor Molly.

Poor Molly?

If you ask me, it´s all a big act.

Making herself out the tragic little figure.

Pretending to see things.

Why would one pretend to be mad?

To cover up for stuff.

She´s probably done something awful

or is planning to do something.

I heard of a woman who murdered her husband.

Claimed to be mad at the time.

"Diminished responsibility," they call it.

She was out of prison in two years.

I wonder where you heard that story.

Major Palgrave, perhaps?

Probably.

He was overtly interested in murders and poisonings

and all that sort of stuff.

I found her.

Dear God, I found her.

Found who?

My Victoria.

Just like Molly said.

[ Slow introduction plays ]

♫ I rather really, really ♫

♫ Really, really, really ♫

♫ Like this kind of fun ♫

♫ In the Caribbean ♫

♫ We just play a song ♫

♫ We just come together ♫

♫ In Castara ♫

♫ As musicians ♫

♫ Play all day ♫

[ Music continues ]

When do you suppose they´ll let us leave?

I´d imagine there are worse places to be holed up

than in paradise.

Mind you, having said that,

it looks as though there´s a storm

elbowing its way into the party.

Typical.

We´re supposed to be happy, and instead we´re miserable.

I blame the major.

Everyone blames the major.

He had the evil eye.

I´d make the sign of the horns

every time I thought he was looking my way.

MARPLE: Do you really believe in all that --

magic and voodoo?

I don´t know.

I mean, that poor girl, Victoria --

First she was dead, and then she wasn´t,

and then she was dead again.

We have to stick to what we know to be true.

And we know that a dead body cannot get up and walk about.

It´s a lot of overheated nonsense.

The Tropics has that effect.

If only people would just behave.

[ Humming ]

Molly. You´re up.

I feel so much better, darling.

I was so tired. I think I just needed to sleep.

I´m not sure you should be out of bed.

I can´t lie around here all day like a stuffed dummy.

I´m going to get dressed and go out and have a nice walk

and clear my head.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Oh, damn.

You were seen arguing with Victoria before the murder.

We always argue.

She is a strong woman.

S-She was.

What did you argue about?

Some man had given her money.

Victoria is a good woman, but I get jealous.

She needed money for the child.

The little girl is sick.

We cannot afford medicine.

Have you ever seen this?

TIM: No. I´m afraid it´s very important.

Look, I´m sorry, Inspector Daventry,

but I am still trying to run a hotel here.

Is there a problem, Mr. Kendall?

Yes, there is.

It looks like we´re in for a storm.

When the last big one hit, we lost the electrics for two days.

I need to go and stock up on candles,

but your people are saying I´m not allowed off the premises.

It´s all right. Mr. Kendall can leave.

But you come straight back. We´ll need to talk to you.

Right. Thank you.

We´ll need to talk to your wife as well.

Yes. Obviously.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Ed?

I´m so sorry. I was looking for Edward.

Face cream.

It´s very important for the skin.

The salt water and the sun does dry it out awfully.

Yeah.

Well, look, you´re busy, and --

You should use cream, Lucky.

If I may say, you´re looking a little rough around the edges.

Thank you.

I´ll bear that in mind.

Tell Ed --

Tell him what?

Oh, you know --

Yes, I do know.

I know everything.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

He talked?

He didn´t need to.

It wasn´t exactly original, what you two did.

Edward fell for someone rather obvious.

If only you would show him a little affection.

Is that what you showed him?

I gave him what he wanted.

You led him on.

Promised him the world --

at least your grubby little corner of it.

But there was one problem, wasn´t there?

Your first husband, Mr. de Witt III.

Parker was desperately ill.

Oh, give it a rest, Lucky.

That might have worked on Edward, but not on me.

What did you tell him?

That you and Parker had talked about a way out

of his suffering, but to avoid suspicion,

could Edward go to the chemist and get what you needed?

Whatever I did for Parker, I did out of kindness.

He was in great pain.

But I imagine it was still something of a nasty surprise

to find himself knocking on the pearly gates.

What difference did a few months make?

All the same, darling.

One doesn´t do that sort of thing.

Well, Edward did.

And because of his guilt, you´ve used him like a dishrag

to clean up every mess you´ve made.

That is going to stop.

Is that understood?

Hi. You there!

Hi.

You were calling me?

Of course I was calling you.

Who do you think I was calling? A cat?

Please come sit down.

I want to talk to you.

You were right about Palgrave.

They dug him up and had a look.

And they found?

Traces of something that only a doctor could pronounce properly.

Enough of the stuff to do him in

and leave the symptoms of high blood pressure

aggravated by overindulgence of alcohol.

"Poor old chap.

Stick him in the ground

and let´s get on with enjoying ourselves."

In a way, I´d rather have been wrong about him.

I expect you´d rather have been wrong

about there being another murder as well.

Well, the thing of it is, Mr. Rafiel,

I don´t believe Victoria´s death

was the one being planned by our murderer.

I think, like the major,

she stumbled upon something and paid the price.

Yeah. It´s too bad about the maid.

I mean, she was a nice kid, too.

Although between you and me,

I-I think she liked to dip her fingers in the honey jar.

How do you mean, sir?

I-I don´t want to say too much,

but I-I noticed a few little things went missing

from my room.

Mr. Dyson, I believe you take a preparation called Serenite.

Yeah. Uh, little pink tablets.

Blood pressure.

And have any of your pills gone missing lately?

Uh, it´s funny you should mention that.

A bottle did do a-a vanishing act the other day.

Is it important?

As things are, anything might be important.

WESTON: Can you account for your whereabouts

at the time of the murder?

If you can figure out what time that was,

I´ll try and figure out where I was, okay?

But even you got to admit, the whole thing´s kind of confused.

I was, uh...I was kind of drunk.

Your man Jackson is a snooper.

Doesn´t surprise me.

That´s why they kicked him out of the Army.

Caught him rifling through the filing cabinets,

ferreting out secrets.

Still think he might be a suspect?

I don´t know.

There´s something -- something vital,

something someone said, and it´s nagging away at me.

No.

I´ll just have to let my guard drop

and, uh, let it sneak up on me.

DAVENTRY: We´ll carry on in the morning.

What a day.

Oh.

Inspector, are you going to give me the third degree?

No, no, no, no.

But I would like to offer you an apology, Miss Marple.

There´s really -- really no need.

The important thing is that you find the killer

before you have another body on your hands.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Molly.

She must have drowned herself, Tim.

There´s nothing you could have done.

I should have been here.

Why would she do this?

-Turn her over. -EVELYN: What?

You can´t leave her like this!

Lucky.

ESTHER: She´s wearing Molly´s shawl.

Oh, thank God.

[ Woman sobbing ]

TIM: Molly!

Darling!

Molly, what happened here?

What have I done?

Shh.

I don´t understand.

Why was Lucky wearing Molly´s shawl?

She admired it.

She said she was going to get one like it.

Evidently she did.

You all right, Miss M?

Lucky Dyson left her handbag here.

I should take it to Greg.

I don´t think you should.

Could it be poison of some kind or -- or medicine?

[ Thunder crashes ]

It´s medicine of a sort.

Cocaine, I reckon.

I wonder what made her so unhappy

she felt she needed this.

People take drugs for all sorts of reasons.

It´s nothing new.

Witches in the Middle Ages used to anoint themselves --

you know, rub belladonna into their skin

to bring on hallucinations.

And in India, a young wife who´d married an old husband,

didn´t want to get rid of him and end up on the funeral pyre,

so she´d keep him under drugs.

Make him a semi-imbecile, drive him more or less of his head.

Sounds a little like the voodoo stories

the major was so keen on.

Witch doctors keeping people alive with drugs

and all that sort of thing.

Is that what you think --

I´m keeping old Mr. Rafiel going with pills and potions?

Oh, no. I didn´t mean to imply.

It´s his work that keeps him going.

If he was to stop for just one day,

I think his heart would seize up and he´d drop dead on the spot.

I should have thought that taking a holiday

was rather a risky prospect, then?

[ Knock on door ]

Yes?

Oh. Come in.

I´m sorry, madam.

I should have told you what you needed to know before.

Then maybe an innocent girl would not have been murdered.

I told Victoria many times -- Rich folk just bring trouble.

It´s not just poor Victoria.

There´s the major and now Lucky Dyson as well.

So who was it from the hotel that came to see you?

Quickly. You must tell me.

The churchman.

Prescott.

The canon? Are you quite sure?

He made me swear not to tell anyone he had been to see me.

And what did the canon want from you?

He´s in love with Molly Kendall.

Yes.

I´ve noticed.

So he wanted some sort of love potion, did he,

to make her feel the same about him?

No.

He wanted me to help him to fall out of love with her.

So I sold him some juju.

MARPLE: How far would he go, I wonder, to protect Molly?

I didn´t have him down as a suspect.

He wasn´t in the major´s line of sight at dinner.

And I´m positive he was there at the lecture

when Victoria was murdered.

But the police can´t be sure exactly when she was killed.

They think it could have been after the lecture.

Well, if that´s so, a trick has been played on all of us.

Is it him?

Is Canon Prescott the murderer?

Because if it is, I will kill him.

I will kill whoever hurt my Victoria.

Errol, please.

There is one final piece of this puzzle I need to place.

And until I do, promise me you won´t do anything drastic.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

All right. Please.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Be quiet.

-Have I missed anything? -Oh, you never miss a thing.

DAVENTRY: Do not worry.

We´ll find out if it was an accident or something worse.

GREG: With everything else that´s been going on,

I´d say that the chances of it being an accident

are pretty goddamn unlikely.

I mean, why was she even on the beach in the first place?

You´re going to have to accept, Greg,

that she was very unhappy and took her own life.

Shut your mouth, Tim.

You don´t know anything about her.

Somebody killed Lucky.

I´m afraid, Mr. Dyson, if that´s the case,

then you, being her husband,

-would be the prime suspect. -Get lost.

Do not jump to any conclusions, Sergeant.

Anyone in this room might have had a motive.

Or somebody who isn´t in this room.

Gee. Where is Molly, anyway, Tim?

My Lucky is dead.

And I know perfectly well who killed her.

You´re gonna have to calm down, Greg.

This really isn´t helping.

Lucky? She wasn´t, really, was she?

Maybe she was right about the major and his evil eye.

His evil eye.

His eye.

Of course.

I´ve been foolish. So very foolish.

I ought to have known from the very beginning

what this was all about.

It´s so simple.

Let´s face it, folks --

There´s only one person in this hotel unhinged enough

to kill three people.

You´d watch better watch what you´re saying, Greg.

Your goddamn crazy wife, Tim!

I warned you, Greg! I warned you!

EVELYN: Grow up, Tim! For goodness´ sake!

-WESTON: He´s out cold. -Please calm down, Mr. Kendall.

Why? What´s the point?

My business is ruined. It won´t survive this scandal.

And Molly --

Why doesn´t anyone say it -- what we´re all thinking?

Molly was carrying on with a married man

before she met you, Tim.

The major must have known all about it.

It was quite obviously Greg.

GREG: [ Moaning ]

ESTHER: Now Lucky´s out of the way, she´s free to marry him.

Please.

She doesn´t know what she´s been doing.

She doesn´t mean it.

She needs help, Tim.

We´ll need to talk to her, Tim.

Yes.

I understand.

But please...let me see her.

Just five minutes.

Five minutes.

Well, What do you say, Miss Marple?

Looks like they´ve solved the whole thing without you.

[ Door closes ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Gun cocks ]

Molly.

[ Thunder crashes ]

Molly, darling, it´s me -- Tim.

Tim.

It´s all right.

It´s all right now.

It´s over.

You must do the right thing, Molly.

No. No, Tim.

You must.

No more bad dreams.

Just pull the trigger... and it´s finished.

Please, Tim. I don´t want to.

Pull it, you silly little bitch!

-That´s enough. -Oh, thank God.

You´re just in time.

I think she was trying to kill herself.

Don´t be a fool, Tim. I heard everything.

No. M-Molly, s--

This is all very similar, Tim, to one of the major´s stories

about a man whose wives had a nasty habit

of committing suicide.

Give me the gun, Tim.

Oh!

Oh, God.

Molly´s gone insane!

She´s shot someone!

MARPLE: No, Tim.

I always knew that Molly was the intended victim.

But up till now, I wasn´t absolutely sure

who the killer was.

So I asked Errol to change the bullets in your gun

for some of Colonel Hillingdon´s blanks.

Just in case.

I think we´ve found our murderer, Inspector.

Oh.

[ Grunts ]

ESTHER: Let go of him!

It´s not fair! Tim!

No! Let go of him!

It´s Molly! She´s been telling lies!

Tim, I love you!

For God´s sake, shut your mouth. You trying to get me hanged?

Shut that big ugly mouth of yours.

ESTHER: [ Gasping ]

Molly, I --

Molly?

[ Grunts ]

There was never anything wrong with you, dear.

Tim has been drugging you.

He put something in your face cream

that would give you dreams and hallucinations.

And he left this around, didn´t he?

Give you ideas.

Yes. He was good at that -- giving people ideas.

The thing you feared -- It was him.

But he won´t scare you anymore.

And you have friends, Molly. People who love you.

It´s all over now. All over.

DAVENTRY: People come to these islands

to play, to have affairs, to drink, and worse.

They think that the normal rules of civilized behavior

do not apply here.

And they call us savages.

It was Tim who tried to have us believe

there was some voodoo quality to all this.

He borrowed some of the voodoo props from the party

to put you off the scent.

This business about the married man

that Molly was seeing before she met Tim --

That was just another red herring, I suppose.

Well, not entirely.

Molly was sent to England by her father,

and she did start an affair with a married man.

Oh, I should imagine he started it with her.

A naive young girl

whose wealthy father owned a smart hotel in the Caribbean.

She was quite a catch.

And then Tim turned up and rescued her from this rotter.

No. Tim was the rotter.

He cooked up a story with Molly, disappeared for a while,

and then turned up under a new name.

Her father wasn´t to know the truth.

And Tim´s wife conveniently committed suicide.

Well, it wasn´t the first time he tried that little trick.

No, he´d done it already once before he met Molly,

when he was out in Kenya.

He was the figure in the photograph

that the major never quite got ´round to showing me.

Well, I´m damned!

MARPLE: And that was what was stumping me.

Tim hadn´t been in the group that the major looked at.

But I was forgetting his glass eye.

He wasn´t looking at that side of the table at all.

He was looking straight at Tim.

And Tim knew.

It was Tim in the major´s photograph.

He was the murderer who´d killed before.

And it wasn´t just Molly he had in his sights.

When Tim discovered how much money Esther stood to inherit,

he decided she´d make a most suitable wife number four

and, fearing that the major would upset his plans

to do away with Molly, went to work,

leading us on a trail of misdirection that would end up

with the poisoning of poor old Major Palgrave.

With the major out of the picture,

Tim set about covering his tracks.

He planted Gregory Dyson´s Serenite tablets

in the major´s room as a possible cause of death.

The maid, Victoria,

realized there´s something not right with the pills.

MARPLE: She desperately needed money for her sick child.

And Tim offered it to her

if she would go along with his plan to shake up Molly.

He could be very persuasive.

He fed her a despicable lie about Molly and Errol.

So Victoria faked her own death to make Molly appear mad.

[ Screams ]

Molly, darling, what´s the matter?

In there. I saw her.

TIM: Saw her? Saw who?

MOLLY: In the mirror. I saw her.

I saw Victoria.

TIM: There´s no one there.

MARPLE: But Tim was not one to leave any loose ends untied.

[ Gasps ]

DAVENTRY: And, of course, he had a perfect alibi

since he was at the lecture at the time of her fake death.

But how did he manage to drown Lucky

when he was nowhere near the hotel?

And for that matter, why did he drown her?

Sadly, that was a mistake.

She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Poor, tragic Lucky Dyson, who had turned to drugs

to obliterate her guilty conscience.

Tim knew that Molly loved to walk up to the point every day.

What he didn´t know

was that it was also Lucky Dyson´s favorite spot.

LUCKY: [ Screaming ]

And the current carried her body

´round to the beach at Golden Palms.

He was very clever.

Oh, on the contrary.

Like most murderers who have got away with it once,

he was stupid.

Stupid and overconfident.

We always catch them in the end.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Scotch, please.

[ Music continues ]

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

It makes no sense to me.

Tim had all this.

Why would he risk losing it just to get rid of Molly?

Oh, I-I think your Mr. Rafiel can help us there.

How is that?

No more secrets, Mr. Rafiel.

I don´t know what you mean.

You haven´t been here on holiday at all, have you?

You´ve never taken a holiday in your life.

You´ve been trying to buy the hotel

for your chemicals company.

Tim is not a complete fool.

He knew that the land was far more valuable

than a risky hotel business.

I was paying some attention at the ornithological lecture.

I should imagine that the guano deposits

are worth a considerable fortune.

And Molly would never sell the hotel.

Too sentimental.

Which is not something

you would ever be accused of, Miss Marple.

I´ve lived too long and seen too much for that.

That looks like a young man who is still very much in love.

MARPLE: I think he´s had to accept

that it´s something he just can´t fight.

I hope it plays out for Molly.

She deserves a little happiness now.

Proof positive, though,

that Mama Zogbe´s potions were all just hogwash.

Oh, I don´t know.

Her tea´s done wonders for my knee.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I must be going.

Ave, Caesar, nos morituri te salutamus.

I´m afraid I don´t know very much Latin.

But you understand.

Yes.

I understand.

It´s been a great pleasure to know you.

It´s been a great pleasure to know you, too, Miss Marple.