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Lookbrave.

Thankyou, Captain, MrsAinsworth.

Can't I cometothe station?

(Sighs) I'm notthat brave.

Oh, my darling Lizzie.

(Train whistle blows)

My egg was hard again, Mary.

BIamethe chicken.

No.

Oh, no.

Yes.

Mm.

(Engine roars) - Dennis...

(Engine off)

- Must you, on a Sunday? - Sorry, Uncle Leonard, but she's playing up.

- You can't goto church Iikethat. - Oh, I'm not anyway. This could be a Iong job.

- Mary! - Shewon't hearyou.

Can't even boil an egg!

She's all we can afford, you old misery.

You knew I couldn't cookwhen you married me.

And you knew I was old.

LEONARD: Lookatthetime!

Oh.

- Morning, Miss Marple. - Good morning.

Howdid you managethat, Griselda?

- He'II be earlyforonce. - I shall tell you this evening, Jane.

And bring some ofyourdamson gin over.

It mighttakethe edge offMary's cooking.

CONGREGATION: ♪The summerdays are come again

♪Once morethe glad earth yields

♪And deepening shade ofsummerwoods

♪And glowofsummerair

♪Andwinging thoughts and happy moods

♪Oflove andjoy and prayer...

But every man istempted

when he is drawn away ofhis own Iust and enticed.

Then, when Iust hath conceived,

it bringeth forth sin;

and sin,

when it isfinished,

bringeth forth death.

Here endeth the Iesson.

(Girl sighs)

(Sighs) Stopwriggling, Lettice!

- It's Letteece. - Everyone calls you Lettice.

You're not everyone, Lawrence.

Behave. Don'tforgetwhere you are.

Steady.

You should be on a calendar.

- We could hang it in yourfather's study. - (Giggles)

(Lettice giggles) Oh, Lawrence.

- Get an eyeful, creeping around? - She's in herbathing suit.

Mr Redding's an artist. It's Iike Iooking at a bowl ofcherriesfor him.

Until shetakes it off.

You've got an oily nose.

Last Sunday's collection in aid of the Church ofEngland Missionary Society,

atotal of18/11d. Well done, everybody.

- That can't be right. - What?

The society benefits enormously from the effortswe make.

I put in a pound myself.

I have here a Ietterofthanks from the secretary.

(Whispers) Colonel...

(Indiscreetly) Yes, Marjorie?

- There's something wrong... - (Yells) What?

Shh!

- What? - Shh.

MISS MARPLE: Youare quite sure?

I always put a pound note intothe box on the anniversary ofpoor Bruce's passing.

- I know, but perhapsthistime... - Come on, Miss Marple!

IfMarjorie says she put a pound in, then she did, sowhere's it gone?

I thought you'd be straining atthe Ieash to sniffoutthe culprit.

You do have a reputation to maintain.

My reputation, Colonel Protheroe, ifl have one-

howkind ofyou to suggest I do- is neither here northere.

I merelywonder ifit'stoo earlytotalkofculprits.

- Nonsense! - Lucius.

Anne, don't paw me.

Now, I'm a church warden, and I was in intelligence.

I knowwhen something smellsfishy.

It could bethetip ofthe iceberg. Vicar!

Jane, shall wetrythe Toby Jug tomorrow justfora change?

Good idea.

Where's Letticethis morning?

- Mr Redding's painting her. - On a Sunday?

- Mm-hm. - You don'tthink...?

He does have awaywith him, but she'sjust a girl.

I'd plumpforan oldercandidate ifthere is somebody.

(Panting) Don'tforget, Iadies, tea and scandal tomorrowat 4.30.

And I've invited Mrs Lester. I'm coming!

Perhapswe'II find out a Iittle more about her.

Something would be a start. Fancy staying atthe BIue Boar.

Not very homelyfor her.

Verywell-stocked, ifyou take my meaning.

- Oh? - Tipsy atthejumble sale.

Ooh!

Whythe dearvicar hadto choose such a shallowwife, and at his agetoo...

I expectto see afull set ofparish accounts

or I'm going totakethis matterfurther. Yes? Isthat quite clear?

- Yes. - Tuesday. Vicarage, 6.15 sharp.

(Laughs)

WOMAN: I knowwhat you mean.

Colonel, any news ofyourarchitectural sleuths?

Yes, Dr Haydock.

They arrived Iast night. They'II betaking photographs and making drawings. Still...

One ofthe perils ofowning an important house Iike OId Hall.

Good day, Doctor.

What a dreadful, dreadful man.

- I'II walk, Daddy. - No. Get in.

ANNE: How'sthe portrait coming along? - Perfectlywell, thankyou, Anne.

Lettice...I thought hewas painting you

- in that pretty blue dress ofyours. - Yes...

buttoday hewasjust doing my hands so I didn't bothertowear it.

What have you got in there?

Nothing.

Let me see.

Come.

I-It's more artistic.

There's art andthere's smut!

- Howdare he? And howdare you? ANNE: Ssh, ssh.

- Don't shout, forgoodness' sake. - I'II fight my own battles.

(Sighs) I wasthinking ofourguests.

(CIockchimes)

(Dooropens)

Good morning, Professor.

Do you have everything you need?

Thankyou, yes. Yourso charming daughterwas most helpful.

- Stepdaughter. - (Sighs)

Ah, Ia Belle au Bois dormant, s'éveille.

Je m'excuse, grand-père. Good morning.

Good morning, mademoiselle. Luncheon will be at halfpasttwelve.

My husband's very keen to hearabout your research.

We areflattered, aren'twe, Grandfather?

Not as much as he is.

(Doorcloses)

Permitting that sort ofbehaviour in yourown garden, Vicar?

No, no. I mean it's...it's utterly unacceptable.

Now, Mr Redding'stelephone number, please.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Nothing quite so beautiful as an English summer's evening.

Forour hostess? How Iovely!

Not as Iovely asthat stuff, I hear.

Shall we?

Oh, thankyou.

BIessthisfoodto our use and ustothy Ioving andfaithful service

nourished bythefruit ofyourearth and bytheworkofhuman hands.

Maywe renderyou true obedience, Lord, and bend ourselvestothywill.

And make us ever needful ofthe minds ofothers.

- (Snorts) - Er, ever mindful ofthe needs ofothers. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Well, I can only apologise.

The colonel's always Iooking for an excuseto criticise.

I hope you're not painting Griselda in a bathing suit?

Miss Marple, that's disgusting.

- Thankyou. - Certainly not.

But you must see it, MrCIement. It's atthat very interesting stage.

- Like Dennis? - Oh, ha-ha.

- Pop overtomorrow, aroundteatime. - I will.

- What isthis, Mary? - Soup.

Does it have a name?

"Bits and bobs and odds and sods andthe meat ration's been cut again" soup.

(CIatter)

- Sorry. - You're a bag ofnervesthis evening, Mr Hawes.

Notjusttonight. May I have a glass ofwater?

MARY: Anyone else? DENNIS: No, thankyou.

Ifitwasn'tfor my medicine, you see...

Don'tworry, you can't catch nerves.

It's awretched affliction I bearwith God's grace.

Talking ofwretched afflictions, Ronnie, Colonel Protheroe on Tuesday.

Can you getthe parish accounts into some sort oforder?

- I'II try. - I could strangle Protheroe sometimes.

- May Godforgive me. - I'd stab him.

- I'd poison him. - I'd shoot him.

- Use my gun. DENNIS: He's so rotten to Lettice.

- Aw. - Just because he bought OId Hall,

hethinks he'sthe Iocal squire. You can'ttreat people Iikethat.

You're quite right. And howwould you do it, Miss Marple?

I neverspeak Iightly ofmurder, Mr Redding.

- I hatetotemptfate. - Surely not in this Iovely place?

We're all very ordinary in St Mary Mead,

but ordinary people sometimes do the most astonishing things.

DENNIS: Do you really have a pistol? - Somewhere. It's German.

- I Iiberated it. - Were you wonderfully brave?

Verywell-trained, but scaredto death.

I'II clear in five minutes. Fish andturnip stew- mostlyturnip.

Oh, bring the apricot chutney, will you?

(Telephone rings)

St Mary Mead vicarage.

(Griselda Iaughs in background)

No, Frankie, I can't.

But you'II have your mum there.

Who'sthe magistrate?

That'II be atwo-quidfine at Ieast.

Howarewe evergoing to save upto get a...

I am very sorry but you have mistookawrong number.

- I forbid you to see him! - Hewas only painting me.

I wish hewere doing something else, thefuss you're making.

- Don't be common! - Well, don't be horrid, then.

You've driven the Dufossesto bed with your mood.

- Well, you can gotoo! - GIadly.

(Colonel sighs)

- Sit down. We haven'tfinished. - Good night, Lucius.

There arethosewhotake a romanticviewofpoaching, Tarrant.

I do not.

- Thistime, you will goto prison. - Sir, you can't, sir!

- AII right, Mum. - Madam, sit down.

- 28 days. - I'II Iose myjob, you old bastard.

29.

(Telephone rings)

St Mary Mead vicarage.

It's notfair!

- Mary? - I'm going out!

(Doorslams)

It's notjustthe difference in ourages, Jane.

The vicarand hiswife are perfectly happy.

- They'd be happierwith a child, I think. - Itwould betheirown.

Letticewastwowhen her motherdied.

Bythetime I married Lucius, shewastoo oldtothinkofme

as anything otherthan thewicked stepmother.

I get on her nerves, and...

...I'm afraid she gets on mine.

That makes him angry- even angrierthan normal.

Might you have a child ofyourown one day?

No.

That...side ofthings has...

dwindled rather.

Completely.

I needtenderness, Jane.

Andthat'sjust not in his nature.

Thankyou.

Sorry.

Oh, we all haveto getthings off ourchest occasionally.

Still... I married him fora kind ofcertainty.

We all wanted certainty afterthewar, didn'twe?

I must settleforwhat I've got.

- Make do and mend? - Make do.

And at Ieastthere oncewas someonetender,

but he didn't come backfrom thefighting.

(Train whistle blows)

Jane, I knewyou'd come.

- I hadto. - Oh, my darling.

ANNE: There'sourlift.

We'd better not keep him waiting.

(CIockchimes)

(Horn blares) - BIoodyfool!

Help me!

Are you hurt?

No. Oh!

- Yes. - Caught herankle.

Oh...

I'm soterribly sorry.

Itwasn't yourfault.

It hasto supportthe sprain.

I have a stick in the car.

You might be ableto hobble bytomorrow.

I don'twantto be a hobbler, Dr Haydock.

Shall I make sometea?

(Chatterand giggling outside) - Apparently, thatwon't be necessary.

It seemstea and scandal are coming to us.

(Creaking)

Oh...I am Iost. The small drawing room with the FIemish tapestry

andthe magnificent ceiling?

Two down on the otherside. That's myfather's study.

Oh.

- Heard me, then? - Howcould I not, Dennis?

- Wantto gofora ride? - On thatthing?

- Last year, we... - I was 16 and itwasfun.

Well, I haven't seen Lawrence Redding in a sports car.

Hewould ifhe hadthe money, and he'd Iooksowonderfully...mature.

(Giggles)

- See you tomorrowfortennis? - Oh, yes, tenniswith Dennis.

(Giggles)

LAWRENCE: Howdid he get on?

A month inside. Protheroe.

Mr Redding, you should shutthis away.

Probably.

Here's oneforyou nexttime you're in the BIue Boar.

You sure you don'twant meto start Iocking upwhen I go?

This isthe heart ofEngland, Mrs T.

Besides, Iock upthe house and you Iockout Iove.

(Woman guffaws)

Oh, my Lord! In herbathing suit?

The colonel won't have Iikedthat from what I've seen.

Looks Iike he's got a poker up his bum.

- At Ieast one. - (Giggles)

Will you be staying Iong in St Mary Mead, Mrs Lester?

Sylvia, please.

- I shall haveto see. - We're nottoo quietforyou?

Like a millpond. But a change is as good as a rest.

A change...from what...exactly?

My helter-skelter Iife, Miss Hartnell.

Ifyou'II excuse me, I must...

I must see howGriselda's portrait is coming along.

I do hope you Iike it, darling.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

- Good afternoon, Vicar. - Goodbye.

Andwhat are you wearing for Mr Redding?

Just my dignity, Mrs Price-Ridley,

and a pinkfeatherboa.

(Giggling) - Really, Griselda!

I think I'II just refresh the pot.

Now, who'd Iike a stiffener in their Darjeeling?

(Giggles)

(Moaning)

- Oh, I... (Gasps)

- Vicar... - No...

I'dforgotten you were coming.

Is he doing Mrs Protheroetoo?

Quite a busy boywith his brush.

She offeredto cometo London, but...

Well, I came hereto get awayfrom it and...

Well, Annewouldn't be suitedtothe... the madness ofmy Iifethere.

And I wouldn'twant herto be. I'm tired ofit.

- I'm tired ofbeing wild. - You're quitewild enough for us.

I justfeel that I've Iet you all down.

I've been happier in St Mary Mead than I've everbeen.

Even mywork's better, I think.

- That's certainly Iesswild. - But you must end it.

- I can't. - Then you should consider Ieaving.

- Thinkofher reputation. - You arethe only onewho knows.

Yet. You only haveto sneeze in this villageforsomeoneto...

Miss Bourne's here about nextweek'sflowers.

(Sighs)

Oh, she's Iate. That's not Iike her.

PIease, pleasethinkaboutwhat I've said.

(Telephone rings)

OId Hall. Good evening.

Yes, he is. Who shall I say?

I'II haveto give a name, madam.

(Lively chatter)

What do you want, Sylvia?

Totell you something,

and seethat stiffupper Iipwobble

as ifyou werefacing afiring squad.

Last cigarette?

BIindfold?

Bang.

- I'II managethe stairs bytomorrow. GRISELDA: Dressing gown?

Yes, please.

Howwasthe portrait?

Hmm? Oh.

A briefviewing?

Ah.

- You saw. - I'm afraidwe all did.

Griseldawas horrifiedwhen I told her.

IfProtheroefinds out...

Now, I know he's a brute, butAnne married him,

and I believe in the sanctity ofmarriage.

(Griselda hums upstairs)

I'm so Iucky.

She could have had anyone.

She chose you.

It's been the bestthree years ofmy Iife.

Herewe are.

Hairbrush, mirrorand book.

Oh...

Is it a good read?

- Betcha Iife it is, padre. (Laughs) - (Laughs) Pow!

Anything elsefrom the dressing table?

No.

Beautiful.

A perfect exampleforthis period.

Indeed. When are you going to publish?

Autumn isthe next edition ofourjournal.

- Ah. - Itwill be all English country houses.

I will send you a copyfrom Paris. I'II make a note ofit.

How is France now?

France? Ah, well, what do you say?

We are getting on ourfeet.

Howwas yourwar?

Badthings happened.

And yours, Colonel?

Unfortunately, I, er... I am not at Iibertyto discuss my service.

- Lucius... - Hmm? Ah. Good dayto you.

I'II be backon the 5.30.

I have a meeting with Mrs Ross-Harkins aftercourt.

ANNE: Don'tforgetthe vicarage at a quarterpast six.

- Aren'tthere any sales in Melchester? - London is London.

- Well, don't buytoo much. - (Snorts) Therewon't betoo much!

- Dennis istaking me. - What?

- Onlytothe station. - Oh.

- Bye. - Bye.

(Tyres screech, then a crash)

- Oh, Iookatthis scratch! - Well, what about mywheel?

You weren't Iooking, you fool!

Mind on otherthings, I dare say, Iikethose accounts.

- What do you mean? - Well, we'II seewhat I mean.

Just make surethe vicar hasthem forsixfifteen.

It does have brakes, you know, this car.

Good God, woman!

Thankyou.

- Ah, Mrs CIement. - Colonel.

Melchester?

London.

I trust yourgarden shed

will shortly be restoredto its properpurpose.

It has never had an improperpurpose.

- CIearly ourstandards are different. - CIearly, I'm gladto say.

I beg yourpardon?

Why are you so dreadful to Len?

He's a good, honest man whotriesto set an example ofChristian charity.

Perhaps charity can begin too closeto home.

Return to Melchester, please.

Mr Redding ran afterthe vicar and Mrs Protheroe had hershoes off

and I'm sure you could see herpetticoat.

When I wentto pay my paperbill this morning,

FIorrie Ranby said shewasn't at all surprised,

and, ofcourse, Miss Marple knew itwas someone older.

The colonel read a most apt Iesson on Sunday, had he but known it:

"When Iust hath conceived,

it bringeth forth sin."

I haveto putthis right.

My parentswant meto goto Kenya, helpthem managethefarm.

You couldtryfor university.

I would ifl had something elseto stayfor.

Dennis... Apartfrom anything...

well, you know Daddy,

- money orprospects. - Nought out oftwo.

- You mean, ifitwasn'tfor him...? - No.

Well, who knows?

Can'twejust befriends?

You can forget about Lawrence.

Uncle Len walked in on him and your stepmother, and hewasn't painting her.

- Shall I be mother? - Thankyou.

I do Iove her, you know. It's notjust about...

Sex?

I keepthinking aboutwhatthe vicarsaid about people knowing,

and I got a very strange Iook in the newsagent'sfrom MrsWhale.

Well, she's gotwind ofthings.

The only reason MrGoldworthy knew about hiswife andthe GI

waswhen he heard MrsWhale mention the nylon stockings andthe chewing gum.

- I'II haveto Ieave, forAnne's sake. - That's very brave.

Yes, well, I'II soon be over it.

You won't.

Notfora Iong while.

Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it?

Hardly ever, young man.

I'II tell the vicar now.

- Hewon't be backfrom his calls yet. - Norwill he.

There is something I could doforyou, Miss Marple. ifyou'd Iike.

(Mouths)

Mr Redding in the study.

(Sighs)

It'sthe right decision.

Have you told her?

- I needtofindthewords. - You will.

Well, you're verytrusting.

I'm notthat sure ofmyself.

I'II clearoutthe shed. Thankyou for Ietting me set up in there.

- Thatwas Griselda. - I neverdidfinish herpainting.

You're a very Iucky man.

Lookafter herfor me, won't you?

Anne, I mean.

(CIickclunk)

Et maintenant... Maintenant qu'est-ce qu'on fait?

Sois patient. Je dois penser.

Ah, Mary. Erm, old MrAbbott overat Lower Farm,

his neighbour'stelephoned to say he's poorly again,

so I won't be backby 6.15.

Apologiseto Colonel Protheroe and ask him towaitfor me.

I'II be as nice as I can.

I can still see it now,

hisfirst day in the village.

'Itwas one ofthose moments

when you knowthat nothing will everbethe same again.

He reminded me ofwhat might have been...

...in the dayswhen I still hopedfor happiness.

There can be happiness in acceptance, you know, ofwhat can't change.

Can there?

Thankyou, Jane.

Whatfor?

For notjudging me.

(Vegetable peelerscrapes)

(Bell rings)

- He'II be Iate. - Oh, it's all right.

- I'II wait. - You'II haveto, won't you?

Oh, thankyou.

There's a sweet Iittle crestedwren that Iikesthis side ofthewoods.

Did Lawrence mention thefuture at all?

(Telephone rings)

I'II go, I'II go.

St Mary Mead 235.

Itwasfor me.

- Foryou? - I'm...wanted atthe vicarage.

Sorry.

(Birdsong)

(Westminsterchimes)

(Gunshot)

Bonsoir, Monsieur Ie Professeur.

Ah, bonsoir, madame.

A beautiful evening forwalking, no?

Ifonly I could.

Oh.

Goodbye, Mr Redding.

Bonsoir, madame.

Où est-ce quetu as été?

Oh, une petite promenade, c'esttout.

- Ifyou're going back now, may I join you? - Yes.

Thankyou.

A Iarge one. I've had a hell ofa day.

(CIearsthroat)

(Doorbell rings)

LAWRENCE: Good evening, Mary.

- Wait in the studywith the colonel. - He's here?

He is.

Show me yourways, O Lord, teach me yourpaths.

Guide me in yourtruth andteach me.

Show me yourways, O Lord, teach me yourpaths.

Guide me in yourtruth andteach me. What must I do?

What must I do?

Did you wantto see me again?

Mr Redding?

- How's MrAbbott? - Convalescing in Bournemouth.

Someone's idea ofajoke.

No, no. No.

(Police caralarm bells ring)

Detective InspectorSIack.

Leonard CIement. I'm the vicar.

The collar's a clue. Isthe doctor here?

Yes.

Len, what's going on?

Halfan hour, at a guess. No more than 30 minutes before my examination.

Which waswhen?

Well, the vicarfound him atjust gone quarterto seven.

I'm only down the road... Say I got here atten to.

AImost spot on.

Time ofdeath about 6.20, then.

Betterthan almost.

Givethe man a coconut.

"DearVicar,

I'm afraid I cannotwaitforyou any Ionger,

but must..."

- That's it. - Pistol?

Yes.

Arethese always open?

Usually, in thisweather.

So, the vicar's called away with a bogus message,

murderercomes in through the garden.

Victim writing a notewith backturned.

That's howandwhen.

Justwhy andwho?

The Iady in the cottage with a viewofthe back here...

- Miss Marple? - I needto interview her.

Would you tag along? These old maidstendto get nervous.

Ifyou're not quite sure ofsomething, I'II wait until you have a Iittlethink.

Did you see anyone enterthe vicarage

around 20 past six?

Yes. Mrs Protheroe.

- Isthatwhen you think hewas killed? - It Iooks Iike it.

How's your hearing?

It's excellent.

So you would have heard a gun firedfrom the vicarage?

It's hardto say. I did heara shot about 6.30 in thewoods, I thought,

which is not unusual, but...

Whetherone couldtell the difference...

What aboutthis artist, Mr Redding?

Well, he Iookedterribly shocked.

I assumed he'd discoveredthe body.

Ofcourse, he andthe colonel...

He'd been painting Lettice- in a bathing suit.

Oh, avant-garde. Isthattheterm?

I don't believe it.

What? Atthe vicarage?

- Yes, ma'am. - Anne?

Lucius is dead.

Is it reallytrue, Mr Hawes?

- I heard it atthe station. - Yes.

I'm on mywaytothe vicarage.

- Wasthere much blood? - Howwould I knowthat?

No.

Do you think itwas a crime ofpassion?

Afterall, Mrs Protheroe and Mr Redding...

Fornication always has consequences,

but I don'tthinkwe shouldjumpto conclusions.

The colonel was not much Iiked by anyone, was he?

No. I'm afraid not.

Ofcourse, his appointmentwith the vicar was hardly a secret.

Arethere any secrets in St Mary Mead?

Lots. Yet. I hope.

I wanttotalkto someone.

- When wasthis? - Didn't Mary hearanything?

Herwirelesswasturned upfull blast as usual.

- No. Waittill I getthere. - She did hearthe colonel sneeze very Ioudly.

Who's speaking to him? I'II be rightthere.

That's how, when andwho.

Nowforwhy.

Lawrence Redding justwalked intothe station and confessed,

and he's broughtthe murderweapon.

Good night.

(Telephone rings)

OId Hall.

It isterrible. Wewill Ieave on the afternoon train, ofcourse.

Hasthe police an idea ofwho could dothisthing?

I have.

It'sthe police, madam.

Excuse me.

No, Inspector, he can't. He... I can't...

Why does InspectorSIackthink the colonel was shot at 20 past six?

He'd startedwriting a noteto the vicarsaying he couldn'twait.

- He'd putthetime on it. - Had he?

Andthe clockstopped atjust gone 6.20.

He knocked it offthe desk when hetookthe bullet.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid I must put a cat amongst the inspector's pigeons.

Hewas going on and on about his daughter,

which wasjust hersilly Iittle crush,

so I told him itwas hiswife he hadtoworry about, justto shut him up.

Then he really started.

I thought aboutwhat I was Ieaving herto...

and I shot him.

(Cardoorcloses)

Yoo-hoo!

The ChiefConstable sends his regards.

Isn'tthat Iovely? I have been ofsome assistance to him from timetotime.

He said.

It'sthe clock.

I happen to know Mrs CIement put it a quarterofan hourfast on Sunday

to improvethe vicar's punctuality.

Well, wonderful. Did itwork?

- Yes. - I'm gladto hear it.

So, either itwas really five past sixwhen it stopped,

beforethe colonel even arrived for his appointment,

orthe murderer movedthe hands back

to match thetime on the note.

It still fits- the artistictouch.

But Mr Redding was in the Iane at 20 past six.

- I saw him. - You maywell have done, Miss Marple,

but he killedthe colonel at 6.45. Mary Iet him in.

- The vicarsaw him Ieave. - 6.45?

- But I only examined atten to. - Andtold methat he'd died

- within the Iast 30 minutes. - Atthe most, I said.

6.20 ora Iittle before, yes.

6.30...6.40 at a pinch,

but ifRedding says he shot him at 6.45, he's Iying.

And doctors are neverwrong?

I've got a confession.

Ifthe bullet in the colonel doesn't match Redding's gun, I'II eat my handcuffs.

Sometimes, the simple explanation isthe right one.

Last night'swasn't.

I'II have someone see you out.

Ifhewas shot at a quarterto seven,

why had he stopped in the middle ofa sentence at 20 past six?

- Anne... - I havetotelephonethe police.

I'd Iike someonewith me.

- I killed him. - Whattime?

Miss Marple saw me go in at about 20 past six.

I just...

I just hated him so much, I shot him.

With?

His old service revolver. He always kept it Ioaded and I took it.

- Anne, you didn't have a gun. - Itwas in my bag.

You didn't have a bag.

Therewas nowhere else it could have been, not in that dress.

(Telephone rings)

St Mary Mead 23...

Yes, speaking.

Isthat definite?

Right.

I don't Iike mytimewasted, Mrs Protheroe.

The bulletthat killed your husband wasfiredfrom Mr Redding's gun.

- But he did itfor me. - He didn't do itforanyone.

I released him halfan hourago.

Hejust happenedto be carrying his gun, which I don't believe.

And more important, and something that you didn'tthinkof,

ifthe colonel was shot at a quarterto seven,

why did he stopthe note Iikethat at 6.20?

- Oh, yes. - Hm-hm.

(Doorbell rings)

Er...

- But ifitwas his gun... - We'II find out.

Hethinks I'm arresting you for murder.

- Anne! - Lawrence!

Sealedwith a Ioving kiss?

It'sto my Frank.

Is he allowedto receive Ietters when he's not breaking rocks?

He ain't doing hard Iabour.

Whowould havethought it, though? Mr Redding. Such a nice young man.

Nice enough to keep a gun in the house?

I blamethat Mrs Protheroe. Theway she swans around.

You'dthinkshewas in a magazine, the Iookofher.

She put Mr Redding upto it, ifyou ask me.

Excuse me.

Myfootball pools.

You neverknow. I onlyjust missed out on £1,000 Iastweek.

Money isthe root ofall evil.

I'd give it space in my garden.

Bye.

Oh, I'd better... I don'twantto speakout ofturn,

especially ifitwasn't anything.

The police have released Lawrence.

- Mr Redding. - Havethey? Then, I wonder...

This must be so unsettling foryou.

I can't bear it.

I was on mywaytothe church. Shall we praytogether?

Erm...I-I needtofind MrCharlesworth before he closesfor Iunch.

I need some ofthose...

Oh, whateveryou call them! Good and sharp.

Mrs Protheroe...was only out ofmy sight for30 seconds at most,

then shewent intothe shed. Mr Redding joined herfrom the Iane.

Hetold me. Hewas saying goodbyeto her, Ieaving the village.

She must have been terribly upset.

They stayedthereforten minutes orso.

The church clockstrucka halfhour.

They came out again, meeting Monsieur Dufosse,

who appearedfrom thefootpath to OId Hall.

Then his granddaughterarrived.

- Dufosse? - Mm. Guests ofthe Protheroes.

- You don't keep it shut away? - Yes, yes, I know, I know I should.

Mrs Tarrantwho mucks me out is alwaystelling me offaboutthat,

- and I never Iock up during the day. - Did you recognise...

When did you Iast seethe gun before itturned up in the study?

- Erm...the day before yesterday. - Did you recognisethe voice...

Wouldn't you preferto rest yourankle, Miss Marple?

No, thankyou. Did you recognise the voice on thetelephone?

No. Itjust saidto come straight over tothe vicarage

ifl didn'twant Luciustofind out about us.

- A man orwoman? - Awoman. I think.

It did sound quitefaint, as ifsomeone was holding the receiverawayfrom them.

- So it could have been a man. - Well spotted, Vicar.

- Who knewyou were at Miss Marple's? - No-one.

Someone must have seen me arrive.

Er...watching me.

My husband's dead. I...

So, you camethrough the garden, and uptothe French windows

andthen what happened?

Yes, theywere open, but I didn't hearany voices.

I...I Iooked in and no-onewas here, so I went uptothe shed

to see ifl couldfind Lawrence.

- No-one here? That's impossible. - Did you come right in?

No. I just...popped my head in.

Ah. It'sthe biggest aspidistra in theworld.

Ifthe colonel was here atthe desk, you wouldn't have seen him alive ordead.

Sit down.

A drinkatthe BIue Boar, then you returnedto seethe vicar

about yoursituation, andthen what? The authorised version thistime.

I came in. Hewas dead. I saw my gun.

I thoughtthatAnne hadfinally had enough, so I picked it up

- and I Ieft. - And you confessedto protect her.

And you returnedthefavour because you thought he'd done it.

Very Iove's young dream.

I bet you two are down the Odeon every Friday.

Tell yourguests I needto speaktothem.

And don'tthinkabout Ieaving this village until I say so. Go.

Erm... Sorry.

Excuse me.

You don't Iike MrCIement, do you?

Nothing personal.

Vicars in general...remind me ofmarriage.

- Ah...ofcourse. - Ofcoursewhat?

Miss Hartnell's cousin's maid is seeing a butcher's boy

who deliversto your mother-in-Iaw.

Mrs SIack has been staying with herfora...

Iittle holiday, I gather.

A Iittletwo-month six-day holiday, sofar.

- Oh, dear. - Hm.

Ofcourse, I've only got MrCIement'sword aboutthe bogus call.

Surely you don't suspect him?

- Erm... - May I?

PIease.

Hm.

6.20.

"I'm afraid I cannotwaitforyou any Ionger."

The colonel was...notthe most patient ofmen,

butthe vicarwould only have been five minutes Iate at 20 past six.

Mary hadwarned him hewouldn't be on time when she showed him in.

Hm. 6.20.

The ink is...don't you think,

blue-black,

ratherthan blue?

- Yes, andthewriting's smaller. - Mm.

Thankyou, Miss Marple.

That means he could have been shot after6.20,

andthen the murdererputthat ontothe note andthen alteredthe clock...

...tothetimewhen Mrs Protheroe came here in answerto heranonymoustelephone call.

And Mr Redding's gun asthe murderweapon.

Ah... (Snaps herfingers)

I thinktheywere being...erm...

...set up as pasties.

Patsies...it is.

Mm.

Thankyou, Inspector.

(Dooropens)

Sorry. Sorry, I'II come back. I was Iooking forsome...

You're exactlywhere hewas killed, aren't you?

How horrible. Do you knowwho did it?

Not yet, no.

"'Vengeance is mine. I will repay,' saith the Lord."

Well, someone beatthe Lordto it.

I need somewater. For my medicine.

But supposing hewas killed at 6.30?

Thatwouldtie in with the shotthat you heard.

Ifitwasfrom here.

You're surethe only person you sawcome in was Mrs Protheroe at 6.20?

Through the garden, certainly, but I can't seethe French windows

andthewoods come right up on this side.

Itwould be a scramble, but ifonewas determined

or ifone came in through the hall.

The colonel was deaf, sothey could creep up behind him.

The hall? No, no, cos Marywould have Ietthem in thefront door.

Hasn't shetold you it's often open?

Mary!

Isthiswise?

- You're not exactly green-fingered. - Oh, don'tfuss, darling! Trust me.

Passthose scissorythings, would you?

Len?

Sorry.

Thankyou. Ooh!

- Oh! - Sorryto startle you, Lettice.

- You have my deepest sympathy. - Oh. Yes.

Mm. Do you know you've got some paint on you?

That's been there ages. I must have it cleaned.

You haven't seen a yellowberet?

- No. - I'm sure I Ieft it in here Iastweek

- when I cameto see Dennis. - I'm sorry.

You? Gardening?

Well, I haveto do something.

- What did you bring backyesterday? - Hm?

- From London. - Oh, yes, London.

- I couldn'tfind athing I wanted. - Not Iike you.

- Bye. - Bye.

I had a man-to-man wordwith the photographer.

- He said he'd send me- - Shh! Let mejust Iookat you.

(Whistle blows)

(Guard shouts)

- He'II start clearing it outtomorrow. - It's a shame.

Hewas on hiswayto getting me. Don't you think?

Was he?

Oh, you silly man!

Yes, he's charming,

yes, he's Iike a breath offresh air in the village, yes, I wasflattered, but...

no.

You are my husband, Len.

I would neverdeceive you.

Unless itwasforthe best.

Therewas a single bulletwound tothe backofthe head,

which I concludedwasthe cause ofdeath.

Did you estimatethetime ofdeath, Dr Haydock?

Between 6.20 orthereabouts and 6.40 atthe Iatest.

- Thankyou. - (Sylvia belches)

I showed him in at 6.15 andthen went backtothe kitchen.

Hewasn't halflooking pleasedwith himself, though, Iikethe catthat gotthe cream.

Then I heard him give a blooming great sneeze aboutfive minutes after,

andthe nexttime I see him,

- hewas dead. - Verywell, Miss Hill. Step down.

Did you knowthe colonel sent heryoung man to prison?

- FrankTarrant. - Lastly, Mrs Protheroe, can you thinkofanyone

who might havewished your husband harm?

No. No-one at all, I'm afraid.

- Thankyou. - AIthough...

- Yes? - On Monday in Melchester High Street,

hewas nearly hit by a motorcycle.

Are you suggesting thiswas deliberate?

It didn't seem so atthetime. I justthought I should mention it.

I findthatthe deceased, Colonel LuciusAIexander Protheroe,

was murdered by a person orpersons unknown.

- Did you wonderaboutthe motorbike? - Itwasjust going toofast.

He did come very close, though.

He orshe. One couldn'ttell.

Bytheway, when the colonel stayed Iate in Melchesteron Tuesday,

- whatwas he doing? - Meeting Mrs Ross-Harkins, I think.

Hermione? The bishop'swife, and hisfellow magistrate ofcourse.

Inspector, pleasefind outwho didthis.

Ifsomeonetriedto make it Iookas if...

Well, they must hate Lawrence and me very much, and erm...

Well, I'm scared.

Wait.

(Gasps) Oh.

Thiswas outsidethe French windows.

No-one atthe vicarage smokes.

- Dennis sneaking a crafty one? - Sniff.

French. Young men on Ieave a Iong time ago, they'd bring them backfrom France.

When Monsieur Dufosse appeared on thefootpath,

I wonder ifhe'd onlyjustturned into it from thewoods.

Look, it's easyto imagine all kinds ofthings afterthe event,

- butthe simplefact is... - Murder is neversimple.

Wewould befoolish, stupid, to ignore any possibility.

We?

Did I saythat?

So sorry.

I don't knowwhetherto buy her a boxofchocs orkickaway herstick.

I'd preferthe chocolates.

How marvellousthat you're not in black. It's so dreary.

- Should I knowyou? - I want you to.

- Who are you? - Ah. "Who is Sylvia?

What is she?"

Let's have a Iittle chat.

I made awalkalong thefootpath.

It is very beautiful.

Did you go intothewoods, Mr Dufosse?

No. Footpath only.

When do you go backto France?

We have missedthe good connection now. Tomorrowbythefirsttrain.

I might needto get in touch with you.

What'sthis magazine ofyours called?

You'II haveto spell it.

Andthe bishop and hiswife get backtomorrow?

Would you be so kind asto ask Hermionetotelephone me

as soon asthey get backto Melchester?

Jane Marple.

It might, yes.

Very important indeed.

Anne getsthe hall.

You can set up on yourown. I'II help you Iookforsomewhere.

- He's only been deadtwo days. - So? You hated him.

- The killerdid you afavour. - Dennis!

- It'strue. - I'm going in.

Why did you say you Iost yourberet?

- You had it attennis. - Were you Iistening?

And you Ieft beforewefinished.

You went soon after. The gardenertold me.

But you don'tthink I could have killed yourfather.

You don'tthink I care enough about you.

- I knowwho did it. - There you are.

Two birds, one stone.

Perhaps you couldtell me where you both were on Tuesday evening.

Together. We playedtennis.

Then wewentforawalk. In thewoods.

Yes, thewoods, overtowards Much Benham. Itwas a smashing evening.

Wasn't it?

Hello, Tony? It's Joan Hargreaves.

I need afavour. Is yourplace anywhere nearSt Mary Mead?

I Ieftthe Iedgers on the desk

so you'd havethem to hand when the colonel arrived.

You don'tthinkthe...murderertookthem?

No. I expect Mary's been moving things.

Werethey all in order, bytheway?

Mrs Price-Ridley's pound note was in with thejumble sale money.

I went overthe Iast six months and it all balances.

Aswe knew itwould.

"Lust bringeth forth sin

and sin bringeth forth death."

I...I can't stay in here.

(Doorslams)

LAWRENCE: ldon'tknowwhatto do.

Suddenly, wejust seem so...distant.

Whatwould you Iiketo do?

Oh...

Walkaway, justthetwo ofus, into a crisp and snowy morning.

(Coughs) Then paint it.

The sneezethat Mary heard, that could have been the murderer, couldn't it?

AndAnnewasthere.

I just hope she's safe.

(Doorcreaks)

(Doorcreaks)

(CIockchimes)

He is early, yourfriend. Good.

Bonjour.

The magazine you workfor went out ofbusiness beforethewar.

Now, what have you got? The silver?

DUFOSSE: My grandson, Henri.

MISS HARGREAVES: Hewould have been my husband.

We met in 1943.

- Hewas in the Resistance. - And you, Miss Hargreaves?

Special Operations.

I was dropped into France, working with Henri and his crew.

- The colonel? - He commanded a desk in London.

II atrahi Henri.

- He betrayed him. - He betrayed my grandson.

Protheroe's section was responsible forsupplying our region,

weapons, detonators and so on.

Early In '44, he hadto organise a money drop, tens ofthousands offrancs in cash.

Henri and I waited atthe rendezvous he'd given us,

butthe planewent over and droppedthe canistera mile away.

- Why? - The rendezvouswasfalse.

The moneywas picked up by a man called Lacombe,

one ofourgroup, who had known Protheroe beforethewar.

Itwas simple greed.

Afterthewar, they divided it between them.

Lacombe andthe colonel.

Lacombe made a confession to me, Iast yearwhen hewas dying.

That'sthe proof: banktransfers, statements, Lacombe's instructions.

What happenedto Henri?

Lacombe hadtipped offthe Germans andthey camefor us.

I escaped.

- He did not. - Hewastortured...until death.

My grandson.

- I'm very sorry. - And so am I.

So am I. I'II tell you thetruth.

I hadto kill that son ofa bitch, the colonel!

Because ofhim. And so,

I got my pistol, I wenttothewoods,

uptothe vicarage,

through the French windows and intothe study.

- Ah... - Yes, Mr Dufosse?

I wastoo Iate.

I wastoo damn Iate!

Hewas dead.

(Gasps)

- Are you saying...? - I'm saying...

hewas already dead.

Thankfully.

You're quite good atthis.

- I've hadto Iearn. - Oh.

So, ifwhat hetold you istrue, the colonel was dead by 6.30,

when Monsieur Dufossejoinedthe others.

Onlyjust, ifthe shot you heardwasthe murder.

- Do you believe him? - Yes.

The interesting thing is what Monsieur Dufosse saw in the study.

He describedthe gun as having a Iong barrel,

you know, Iikethe oldWildWest ones?

And hethoughtthe note

was a good halfpage Iong, notjust a couple oflines.

- Thatis interesting. - I don't know how reliable he is.

He hadjust come in out ofbright sunlight...

...and he is getting on.

You've missed a bit.

Oh.

The note...

Have you shown itto Mrs Protheroe?

No, actually.

She's atthe vicarage now, I believe.

Funeral arrangements.

ANNE: Neither is in hiswriting, notthetime orthewords.

I don't understand.

You're not alone atthis stage ofthe investigation.

Do you have any examples ofthe colonel's handwriting?

Yes, ofcourse.

I found it yesterday underthe desk.

It's not Griselda's.

- It'sAnne's. - (Doorbell)

- Should I give ittothe inspector? - No.

Notjust yet.

MAN: Sir, can I have aword?

Oh...

Howvery unpleasant.

The verse?

"To avoidfornication, Iet every man have his own wife

and Iet everywoman have herown husband."

The motorbikewas stolen in the morning and dumped soon afterthe incident.

Such a...crude and uncertain way ofkilling someone,

- unless itwasjust meanttofrighten him. - I, er...

- I must get on with my visiting. - I can...see myselfout.

We'II get backto Mrs Protheroe.

Hello, Miss Marple.

I wasthinking about Ieaving this one.

- I might come backandfinish it one day. - When do you go?

I don't know. Tomorroworthe next day.

As soon as I can clean outthe cottage.

Backto London?

I wasthinking about Ireland.

Put some real distance between us.

You'II find a new Iife in time.

- ButAnnewon't, will she? - I'II do my bestfor her.

She's a goodfriend.

Thankyou. Thankyou foreverything.

(Sobs)

(Knockat door)

You've been crying?

Pot and kettle, dear.

I have somethingsto discuss.

Not very cleverto use yourscented notepaper.

Where are people's standards? That'swhatworries me.

This young man Mrs CIementwas seen with in Melchester...

Miss Hartnell said hewas rather handsome and he gave herflowers.

I'm surethere's an innocent explanation, but even so,

really, Marjorie...

(Sighs) I'm so ashamed, Jane.

Whatwould Brucethinkofme? AndAndrew?

That you sometimes get very Ionely.

- Yes. - AndAnne Protheroe's standards...

You weren'tto know the colonel had been murdered

when you telephoned herat my cottage, but even so,

it put her in a very difficult position when shewentthere.

Thatwasn't me!

- When'sthefuneral? - Tuesday afternoon.

Ah. I'm in London all morning.

I hopethetrains are betterthan Iast Tuesday.

- I hadto cadge a Iift back. - The day ofthe murder?

Chaos. Not a singletrain to St Mary Meadthewhole afternoon.

Everytimewetell a Iie...

...we are offending God.

"The heart is deceitful above all things,

and desperatelywicked.

Who can know it?"

Well, God can.

He sees into our hearts and searchesthem,

to give every man according to hisways

and according tothefruit ofhis doings.

Let us, then, keep our hearts pure

sowe may saywith Paul,

"I have Iived in all good conscience before God."

- Oh, bad Iuck. - Itwasn't Iuck.

Someone stabbed mytyre.

Such a violentthing to do.

With everything that's been going on, I'm...

I'm terrified, Mr Redding.

Well, I'II walkyou to yourdigs ifyou'd Iike.

- Oh, yes, please. Would you? (Sneezes) - BIess you.

Thankyou.

LETTICE: Ahem...

Yes?

I wantto...

Iive in all good conscience.

May I introduce you

to my mother?

I know. I know I'm not a very good advertisementfor motherhood.

I don'twant an advertisement.

Why didthe colonel divorce you, may I ask?

I had a...tiny, tinyfling.

I Iike parties and people,

but Luciuswantedto clip mywings.

He offered me an allowance in return...

In return for neverseeing me again.

- Until now. - It'staken me sixyears

since my second husband died to get my courage up.

Dutch courage, mostly.

I'm not very proud ofmyself.

You're here now, Mother.

I thought you were dead.

Never mindthe hearts andflowers.

Look, when Protheroe cameto your room...

We have awitness. Were you trying to blackmail him?

Lord, no! I'm verywell set up.

No. I justtold him I wantedto see my Iovely daughter Lettice.

She's going to reform me.

- You're all I've got. - She sees me in a cottage,

- baking jam and knitting...things. - (Leonard Iaughs)

As Iong aswe can have an occasional cruise, dear.

Lettice...

may I have a privateword?

- It'sAnne's. - Itwas underthe desk

where yourfatherwas murdered.

- I knew itwas her. Tell the police. - Did you put itthere

when you were pretending to Iookforyourberet?

Shewasn'twearing those earrings on the day ofthe murder.

- Wasn't she? - Oh, Lettice, it's me.

AII right, but I don't see what difference it makes, Miss Marple.

She killed him somehow, so she could get her hands on Lawrence.

- Lettice... - What?

The red paint on yourdresswas new, wasn't it?

You'djust been in the shed.

So? I heard you all coming and I hadto hide.

I must have brushed against something.

Itwas magenta, anyway.

The colourofpassion, Lawrence says.

MISS MARPLE: You know, Hermione, I'II havetotell the police.

Thankyou, dear.

When the colonel kept his appointment atthe vicarage,

he hadjust Iearntthat Mr Hawes Ieft his Iast parish undera cloud.

The bishop kept itfrom the vicar to give him anotherchance.

- What had he done? - Fiddledthe accounts.

(Doorbell rings)

Ronnie'striedto kill himself.

Dr Haydock'sthere and he'sfound a statement from Colonel Protheroe accusing him...

- Accusing him ofstealing? - Yes.

I owe you a boxofchocs.

Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it?

Hardly ever.

- Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? - Hardly ever, young man.

Howclever!

Howwicked!

DR HAYDOCK: The gaswasfull on,

andthat much sedative would have put him to sleep quite quickly.

Anotherfew minutes and hewould have cheatedthe hangman.

"Note ofconversation today regarding Ronald Hawes, curate ofSt Mary Mead.

Previous embezzlement offunds..." It's all here.

Monsieur Dufosse said the note he sawwas Ionger.

The accounts. Hetold me he'd Ieftthem in the study.

Lawrence Redding can tell us his state ofmind.

The Iandlady said he came in with him and stayedtalking.

(Motorcycle approaches)

- Running well now, isn't she? - Ooh.

I've got it, Inspector.

Letticewas right.

Anne Protheroe did kill her husband.

Anne and Lawrence Redding.

They madethemselvesthe obvious suspects by ensuring theirsecretwas out,

knowing thatiftheirplan worked, theywouldlaterappearabove suspicion.

- Oh! - I forgot you were coming.

Which, ofcourse, he had not,

anymore thanAnne Protheroe chose the TobyJugjustforachange.

MrRedding wasn'ttrying torunthe coloneldown.

He knewitwouldhelp themmuddythe waters

when Anne mentioned it atthe inquest.

- BIoodyfool! - Oh!

Theywere making sure l'dbe acaptive audience

fortheirlittle charade, inaringside seat.

(Mouths)

He musthave hadhisgun withhimthen, andasilencer.

Monsieur Dufosse, remember, spoke ofa Iong barrel.

Mr Redding in the study.

It'sthe right decision.

- Have you told her? - I needtofindthewords.

Then, he madetwotelephone calls,

the firstto getthe vicaroutofthe way bypretending tobe MrAbbot'sneighbour.

Mary, old MrAbbot at Lower Farm, his neighbour'stelephonedto say he's poorly.

The secondto my cottage.

St Mary Mead 235.

We're all set, darling.

Itwasfor me. Sorry.

She knewl'dsee she couldn'thave agun withher

whenshe wentinto the vicarage at20pastsix.

Which waswhen you shot your husband.

"Coffee and cake," you said, when you telephoned.

Where's Lawrence.

Underarrest by now.

The Ioud sneezethat Mary heard at 6.20

was yoursilenced pistol, Mr Redding, fired by Mrs Protheroe.

The shot at 6.30 had me puzzled,

until Miss Marplefoundwhat she did.

Itdidn'tcome fromthe woodsorfromthe house. ltcame fromthe shed.

(Gunshot)

So, she goesoffwiththe Dufosses andyougo to the Blue Boar.

A Iarge one. I've had a hell ofa day.

Thenyoureturnto the vicarage onthepretextofseeing MrClementagain,

knowing hewouldn't be back from hiswild-goose chase.

Wait in the studywith the colonel.

- He's here? - He is.

Youremove the murderweapon

andleave aforgednote withdeliberate mistakes.

Differenthandwritingindifferentinks

on vicarage notepaperyou'dtakenpreviously.

A shockto findastatementfromthe colonel, butitmightcomeinuseful.

Youresetthe clock, knowingitwasfast...

...allto make usthinkMrsProtheroe wasbeing falselyimplicated

inherhusband'smurder.

Andthe colonel's statement did come in useful Iast night, didn't it?

As you now had evidence ofa motive,

enough toframe Mr Hawesforthe murder.

Oh, bad Iuck.

"Calm down, Ronnie. I'II mixyour medicine..."

andturn on the gas as you drift away

and Ieavethe colonel's note bythe body.

But murder, Anne?

Fora strangerwho reminded you ofwhat might have been?

Hewasn't a stranger.

Butl wasrightwhenlsaid thatnothing waseverthe same again.

Itwas Lawrencewho didn't come back from thefighting...

exceptthat he did, fouryears after he'd been reported dead,

and bythen, I was Mrs Protheroe.

Hefound you?

Hewastoo decenttotry when he heard I'd married.

I found him.

A magazine article aboutthe rising young artist backfrom the dead.

What didwe dowrong?

You ask methat?

What mistake didwe make?

When you came out ofthe shedwith him, you werethe samewoman.

You hadn't said goodbyeforever tothe man you Ioved.

- You couldtell that? - You think I've never...

I Iost someone in thewar...

...who got a medal fordying.

Hiswifewill have cherished it.

Hiswife?

Easierforyou, then, Jane.

Hewas dead.

You didn't haveto choose between right andwrong.

When you volunteered, darling, you made a choiceto do yourduty.

- Yes. - I've hadto make a choicetoo.

I've chosen to do myduty.

Come backsafe, butforyourwife, notfor me.

Jane...

PIease, ifl can't come backforyou, then there's...

(Guard'swhistle)

Jane!

(Train whistle blows)

Jane!

(Knockat door)

Lawrence! Lawrence!

Itwasthe apricot chutneywith fish stew that gave me an inkling.

- (Both Iaugh) - When did you find out?

- My cousin calledthis morning to confirm it. - Ofcourse!

He'sthat doctor in Melchester, isn't he? Rathera handsome young man.

I didn'twantto see Dr Haydock.

Well, you knowvillage gossip.

And I wantedto be surefirst.

Shetold me she'd goneto London.

I neversuspected athing.

(Church bell chimes)

PRIEST: OurFather, who artinheaven,

Hallowedbe thyname,

Thykingdomcome,

Thywillbe done onearthasitisinheaven.

Give usthisdayourdailybread, Andforgive usourtrespasses,

As we forgive those who trespassagainstus.

Andleadusnotinto temptation,

Butdeliverusfromevil...

(Trapdooropens)