All language subtitles for 04 A Murder is Announced

The small Scottish community of Fraser
Kirk says goodbye to a great man.

For two decades, Randall Girdler has
ridden the roller coaster of Wall Street

and played the financial centres of
Europe as if they were his private

He leaves to his widow Belle a fortune
most men can only dream of.

It's been said that the lives of rich
and powerful men send ripples throughout

the world.

Their actions touched the course of many
lives.

That is why the world's press has
descended on Fraser Kirk to mark the

of Mr. Randall Girdler into history.

Is it a crime loving a dear like I do?

Is it a crime that I'm guilty?

You're gonna marry me.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Move it, Mother!

Breakfast is getting cold.

Good morning, Johnny.

Morning, Johnny. Morning.

Anything for me? Just one today.

Thank you.

Mrs. Dyer is selling a Sheraton
sideboard.

Second -hand motor mower for sale?

Well, who's going to be able to afford
the petrol for one of those?

You've not fucked your teeth, Mother.
It's not attractive.

Well, you're just a lovely detail.

Who's having to sell the furniture?
Who's receiving a bequest?

Little cryptic notes between lovers?

And the correspondence page is full of
all the petty feuds and squabbles of

village life.

You quite obviously haven't finished,
Mrs Finch. Go back into your room.

I've got to go off on a date.

If Mrs Finch takes a dislike to me, she
simply won't come.

Sorry, Mrs Swetman.

I wouldn't read that this morning,
Tarquin.

I don't know the first thing about
India.

Probably never been there.

Right.

Do we need a new sideboard?

No? No.

And we don't want a motor mower either.

Hint!

Hint!

Henhouse! Hint! Where are you? Henhouse!

Listen to this.

Tarquin.

Jacqueline, listen to this.

A murder is announced. A murder is
announced and will take place... A

announced and will take place on Friday,
September 25th. A marriage is announced

and will take place on Friday, September
25th at Little Paddock at 7 .30pm.

A what?

A marriage.

A murder.

It is today. This is even more exciting.

If I must please accept this, the only
intimation, what do you think it means?

It means going round to Letitia
Blacklock's and having bad sherry.

it means. And then having to pretend to
murder one of the neighbours.

And will the lights suddenly come out?
Well, that's usually the form. And will

there be screaming?

Well, if you've got anything to do with
it, yes, I expect so. Now, will you

please go inside? You've got your
bedroom slippers on.

It seems a strange thing for Miss
Blacklock to do, don't you think?

Strange way to invite everyone.

She's normally so proper.

And kind. Not at all frivolous.

Patrick, is this your idea?

No, indeed, Aunt Lettie.

Why should I know anything about it?

I thought it might be your idea of a
joke.

Nothing of the kind.

Like when you put a hedgehog in Missy's
bed.

I was only trying to cheer her up. Like
this morning, you tried to cheer me up

when you told me I can't boil an egg.
You do good work, Missy. In my own

country, I was at university.

I want to be a lawyer.

Julia?

Of course not, Aunt Lassie.

Do you think Mrs Haynes... I don't think
Philippa would try and be funny.

She hasn't smiled since Gabble's
poisoned his children.

I suppose it's some sort of silly hoax.

But why?

What's the point of it?

It's only a very stupid sort of joke,
and in very bad taste. Don't work

up over it, Barney. You'll get one of
your migraines.

It's just somebody's idea of humour.
It's a day.

A day at 7 .30.

What do you think's going to happen?

Death. Delicious death.

Do be quiet, Patrick.

I'm talking about the special cake that
Mitzi makes. You know we always call it

delicious death.

Letty. Well, I know one thing that's
going to happen, and that's at 7 .30

have half the village up here agog with
curiosity.

Especially the old fogies.

They love a good murder.

Good morning. Madam.

Excuse me.

Yes, madam. May I change my last water
treatment tomorrow morning from 10 o

'clock to 8 .30, as I'm hoping to catch
the 10 o 'clock train?

I'm sure there won't be a problem.

Have you enjoyed your stay on the
Cotswolds?

I have, yes.

Do you feel hormonarated?

Not in the slightest.

But I do feel rejuvenated.

Yes, of course.

Is there anything else I can do for you?
Order tea for the lounge, cash a check,

find your newspaper?

May I have a pot of tea, then, up to my
room, please?

Right away.

Thank you.

You're worried, aren't you, Lottie?
Dora, don't.

I'm sorry.

I told you.

But even if the notice was a joke, it
seems to me the spite in that joke is

a very nice kind of joke.

Maybe it is me they want to kill.

The Nazis.

Or perhaps this time, the Bolsheviks.

They find out I'm here.

These people have come around to my
house before. My dear child.

If anyone wanted to murder you, they'd
hardly advertise the fact in the paper,

now, would they?

Perhaps if it's you they mean to murder,
Miss Blacklock. Nonsense. Now, help me

carry these things through, please. And
after that, clean the silver in the

dining room. That will keep you out of
the way, if any fun should happen.

You've had the central heating lit.
Yeah, it's been so clammy and damp

I got Evan to light it before he left.

The precious, precious coke.

Well, otherwise it would be even more
precious coal.

Precious once, heat of coke and coal for
everybody.

Yes, and cheap too.

Now, Julia, can you and your brother
move the table and the sherry tray round

the corner into the other room?

After all, I'm not giving a party.

I haven't invited anyone.

a party?

No one told me.

Court? Philippa doesn't know.

The only woman in Chipping Clegghorn who
doesn't.

Where's the paper? Has anybody seen it?
Are you sitting on it? I must go and

shut up the dark. They should be in by
now.

No, you won't. Tell Philippa about the
thing.

The last time someone offered to do it,
they didn't latch the door properly.

Where is it?

Oh, yes,

look. Here.

Evidence.

There's going to be a murder.

Excuse me. May I see the manager,
please?

Colonel, if you'll look.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I was just passing and I saw you had
your central heating on.

Spotted, Colonel. Yes, it is.

And lovely, lovely chrysanthemums and
fresh violet.

Thank you.

Mrs. Weddingham and her son.

Whose name I have completely forgotten.

Edmund. Good evening, Miss Blackrock.
Good evening.

Good evening.

You've got your central heating on.

Yes, they have. Have you started yours
yet?

No.

Neither have I.

Sarah? Not yet.

No, that'll be somebody else.

Do you think they'll have something to
say about the central heating?

Sorry.

Anyone did it?

I was so worried we were going to miss
it.

This is so exciting, thank you.

None of you will know this, but before
the war, there used to be lots of this

sort of thing going on in the village.

One winter, my mother got murdered five
times.

I've never been so thrilled.

I need a drink.

Are you all right, Bunny?

When's it going to start?

Well, if it's going to happen, it's
going to happen soon.

What do you mean, if?

Well, I'm as much in the dark as you
are.

Oh my god

Get a doctor or something. There's blood
everywhere.

It's only a flesh wound. Sit down.

Somebody get the lines off me.

There's somebody out here.

Idiots.

Get up.

Get up, I say.

Tell him to get to his feet. The fool.

He can't.

He's dead.

What?

Inspector Craddock, Middleton Police.

No, to the manager, please.

Certainly, sir.

My dear boy.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine, thank you. All in the
line of duty.

Have you hurt your leg?

No, thank you. Poor thing.

Walk up and down. Try and walk it off.
No.

Have you come to investigate the death
of Rudy Shirts?

I'm here on police business.

I spoke to him only yesterday.

He's with... anything.

Don't forget to interview his young
lady.

She's a waitress in the grill.

If you'd like to come this way,
Inspector.

He'd been with us a little over three
months.

Quite good credentials, references from
good hotels in Switzerland, all the

right permits, etc.

What exactly did he do?

Well, as an idea, it wasn't without
originality. He got a lot of the locals

curious, got them in the same room at
the same time, and then tried to relieve

them of their valuables.

Was it suicide or accidental?

Don't know.

Nothing to indicate either.

The gun went off as he fell.

Had he found his work here satisfactory?

Well, yes, I did, yes.

But there's someone I'd like you to meet
who has something to say that might be

of interest in this matter, Inspector.

One moment. Take a seat.

Inspector Craddock.

This is Miss Jane Marlowe, who's been
staying with us for two weeks.

And it's been a treat. It really has. My
nephew, Raymond, paid for it,

Inspector. My birthday is in July. What
is it?

It is a cheque.

Rudy Schertz ordered it. Please sit
down, Miss Marlowe. I have it here.

It came yesterday with my others from
the bank. You see, it was for seven

pounds, and he ordered it to 17.

Very nicely done.

A certain amount of practice, I should
say.

How can you be sure it's not your
mistake?

It's the same ink. It's the same ink
because I wrote it to the desk.

And, Inspector, a busy young mother or a
girl who's having a love affair is the

type who writes checks for all sorts of
different kinds, not an old lady who has

formed habits.

For personal expenditure, I cashed
seven. It used to be five, but

gone up, so I'm afraid I was quite the
wrong person to pick.

Mr. Schertz wouldn't have gone very far
in crime.

Which brings me to a thought. Thank you,
Miss Marple. Thank you. But I have

little time, and a great many people I
need to see before I leave.

Like his young lady.

Hmm.

Good. Because he may have told her who
it was.

Who what was?

Oh, I express myself so badly. Who it
was who put him up to it. You think

someone put him up to it? Well, he's a
personable young man who filches a bit

here and there, all sorts of petty
thefts, so he can dress well and take a

about, and then suddenly he goes off.

With a revolver.

Holds up a room full of people and
shoots at someone.

Well, he'd never have done a thing like
that.

Doesn't make sense. He wasn't that kind
of person.

Well, perhaps we don't need to interview
the waitress, Miss Marple. Perhaps

you'll just tell us exactly what
happened.

How can I do that?

There's an account in the paper, but it
says so little. One can make conjecture,

but one has no accurate information.

I'll let you get on, gentlemen.

Yes, that's her, either way.

To the station, madam.

No, chipping click.

Hello, dear.

How lovely to see you again.

I do apologise.

It's at such short notice.

No, as I said on the telephone, it's
delightful to hear from you. All these

promises on Christmas cards and at last
one of us has managed to visit.

You look like your mother.

We've had a terrible tragedy in the
village, Aunt Jane.

Oh? Yesterday a man shot himself dead
while trying to hold half the village

Oh. Yeah.

The last thing you need at a time like
this is a visitor. I can easily go.

It's lovely to see you. It would be
lovely to have an old friend around.

It was just the one circuit that went.

Drawing room and hall.

Now, he couldn't have tampered with the
fuse box. It was asked out by the

scullery, and the maid would have seen
him.

Unless she's in it with him, of course,
which is very possible.

Why is it very possible?

Well, they're both foreign.

Who fixed it afterwards?

Er... Patrick Simmons.

He lives here, some sort of relative.

Have you found out how Shirt's got in?

Front door, I think.

It's not locked till late.

Now, he appears to have gotten here
about seven o 'clock on the bus from

Meddenham. That would tally with what
his girlfriend said.

Well, no, she's hardly his girlfriend.
She barely knew him.

Yeah, well, this lot knew him.

That wasn't the first time he'd been
here.

So, where have you met him before?

Well, Sergeant, about three weeks ago,
Dora Bunner, who helps me run the house,

and I were having lunch at Meddenham
Well.

Miss Blacklock, I know you're from
Switzerland.

I, uh, I don't think I... No, yes, yes,
it's definitely you. I'm the son of the

proprietor of the hotel that's outside
Montreux.

I remember you and your sister very
well. Charlotte and I had spent a year

that hotel during the war.

It was there that my sister died.

Did you remember Mr. Shirt?

I had no recollection of seeing him
before.

These boys behind reception desks all
look the same.

But I was civil to him.

I entered into conversation with him.
Which was your mistake.

You see, his father had been very
obliging when my sister became ill.

But ten days ago he turned up here.

He wanted money.

He said Lettie was the only person he
knew in England and that he needed to

return home as his mother was very
poorly.

But you didn't give him any, did you,
Lettie? In case you think I'm hard

-hearted, Inspector, I was secretary for
many years to a big financier and one

becomes wary of appeals for money.

I know all the hard luck stories there
are.

What surprised me, though, was that he
gave in so easily as though he never

expected to get the money.

But he stole the meat. That was the day
Mitzi had the good lamb stolen from the

cold shelf.

It was he who took it. He didn't go
through to the kitchen, Bunny. How could

have stolen the meat?

Do you think coming here was a pretext
to spy out the land?

Yes, in retrospect.

Let me take those dead violets.

I'm sorry.

But you should have been here last
night.

Tables went flying, people barging about
in the dark, and someone put a

cigarette down and burnt one of the best
bits of furniture.

Well, it all seems clear, sir.

The front door was open.

He'd already seen places in the hall
where he could hide, cupboards and so

and... No, no, it's not clear at all.

Why should anyone go through all that
trouble to burgle this house?

The most he could get out of us was
costume, jewellery and a couple of

He wanted to kill you, Lettie, for not
giving him that money. Dora, dear, don't

get so upset. The lights went out with a
sort of crackling sound.

He found you with his torch and tried to
shoot you.

And when he missed, he shot himself.

I'm certain that's the way it was.

I'm certain of it.

He shouted, stick him up, please. He did
not say please.

Do you think the shots were fired
blindly or aimed carefully at one

person? Blindly. No, no, no. They were
aimed at Lettie. Oh, Aunt Jane, it was

exciting. But then it went quiet.

And the door closed by itself. It does,
you know, with a whining noise, quite

uncanny. And there was blood dripping
from the titters. Yes, well, that's

enough, Amy. I'm sure Miss Marble
doesn't want to go into all the gory

Otherwise she'll never be able to sleep
again.

Sorry. It's all right.

Oh, um...

Colonel Easterbrook has asked us over
for lunch.

I do hope he'll come. I think he wanted
to really pick over the carcass of last

night. Imagery, Amy.

Sorry.

There's a spare towel in the airing.
Thank you, dear.

Who is she?

She's an old friend of my mother's. They
drove ambulances together in the First

War and always wrote.

Well, I don't like her.

We call her Aunt Lettie.

She's a distant cousin, really. Our
mother is Lettie's second cousin.

My brother was in the Navy during the
war and I was at one of the ministries

based near Llandudno.

When the war was over, my mother wrote
and asked if we could come and stay as

paying guests.

The tutor spoke very well. I'm at the
University of Middlehurst and Julia's

training is a dispenser at the hospital.

It's only 50 minutes away.

Can you tell me about last night, Miss
Ellen?

Why are you wasting our time with this?

It was hardly a suspicious death, was
it?

It was obviously an accident.

Can you tell me where you were standing
when the lights went out, just so I can

get a picture?

Well, I was on my guard, next to Miss
Hinchcliffe, who'd taken up a manly

by the fireplace.

Most of us were watching the clock as it
chimed.

Mr Timmons?

I was in the back getting the sherry. I
think Colonel Easton Brock would follow,

I don't know.

And Aunt Lettie was getting the
cigarettes.

Did Miss Blacklock have to go to
hospital?

No, it just caught her ear. Oh, there
was so much blood.

It's a pound of sausage, you see.

There always is with ears.

I can remember when I was a child,
painting at a hairdresser's. The manager

sniffed my ear, but all at once there
was a little bass in my blood.

All right, dear?

Well, I can't give you the usual horse
meat, can I? Thought we'd have a little

treat. Ooh, lovely.

Vegetable.

Marius. Congratulations.

Thank you, and I... Well, it's always
been my intention that you should have

some of them.

They're not quite ready, but I'm sure
they'll taste all right. Let me trade.

no, no.

No, I was always planning to give you
some.

Mrs. Haynes?

There's an old gardener living in the
cottage here.

So Mrs. Lucas asked me if I would bill
it at Little Paddock.

When was this?

At the start of the school year.

I have an eight -year -old son boarding
at Meddenham Wells, Inspector.

Is there a Mr. Haynes?

He's dead. He was killed at Monte
Cassino.

I'm sorry.

Can you tell me your own words, Mrs.
Haynes?

Exactly what happened after you arrived
home yesterday evening.

Here we are. Very nice.

Give him a knock.

Well, he said he'd be in, so...

Miss Murgatroyd.

Everything all right?

Yes, yes.

We were just meeting to go over the
events of last night.

Edmund, see if we could come up with
something to help the police with this

suicide. I'm sorry, I don't know your
name. Oh, Jane Marple. This is Colonel

Easterbrook and Edmund Swettonham.

Pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Are you sure it was suicide, Colonel?

Yes. Where would you get a Luger like
that?

Half the soldiers who came back from
Europe seemed to have a German gun in

knapsack. Mr. Swetnam, guns like that
are often impossible to trace.

It definitely wasn't suicide. It was an
accident.

No, no.

You've got to know you're criminal.

You've got to use psychology.

Now, why does this fellow put that
advert in the newspaper?

He wants to advertise himself.

Why? What's he selling?

Himself.

He feels despised as a foreigner at the
hotel, passed over by this English woman

who wouldn't give him money.

And what is the idol of the cinema
nowadays?

The gangster, the tough guy.

I thought it was Bob Hope and Bing
Crosby.

So he dresses himself up, shoots his gun
to frighten the tiff in front of her

friends, maybe with the intention of
robbery, but then he sees he's shot her,

perhaps killed her.

I see.

Yes.

It's all up with him. And in a blind
panic, he turns the pistol on himself.

You see?

Psychology.

Come on, girls.

Has Dora Banner always lived with Miss
Blacklock?

Oh, no, she's an old school friend of
Miss Hitchcock's. Hey, when was it, Min?

It's six months ago.

Yes, six months ago she wrote her a
letter. Her health had given away and

was living in one room trying to subsist
on her pension. And Letty being Letty's

root fan, it gave her a place to live.

Did you know that pigs are the closest
animals to men?

Did you know that, Miss Marple? No.

We've named all of ours after generals
in the British Army.

There's Wellington.

Haig. There's Monty.

And there's Inspector Craddock.

You're the lady from the hotel.

Nice to meet you again, Inspector.

What are you doing in Chipping Cleggney?
Oh, Miss Marple's an old friend of the

family. She'd been with us for a few
days.

And when did she arrange this little
trip? Well, this morning.

Sergeant, would you accompany Miss
Hinchcliffe and Miss Murgatroyd inside,

please? In a minute.

Come along, please.

May I have a word?

Of course.

I must emphasise in the strongest terms
that I hope your visit here is a genuine

one and you are not concerning yourself
with police business.

Of course, Inspector.

I'm glad that's clear.

But I must admit, it's been fascinating
listening to what people saw or thought

they saw last night.

Haven't you found that?

No. No.

Because in reality...

They couldn't actually have seen
anything, could they?

Go on.

If I understand correctly, there wasn't
any light in the hall at Miss

Blacklock's, and not on the landing
either.

That's right.

So, if a man stood in the doorway and
flashed a powerful torch, nobody could

anything but the torch, could they?

So, everything they saw, they are
really...

recapitulating from what they saw
afterwards when the lights came on.

And this all fits in well, I think, with
the assumption that Rudy Shirts was

the, um... Isn't fall guy the expression
Dashiell Hammer chooses?

Are you suggesting he was persuaded by
someone to go out and take pot shots at

room full of people?

I think he was told it was a joke.

He was paid for doing it, of course.
Paid for... I presume it was he who put

advert in the paper.

Paid for going up and sparing on the
house and paid for throwing open the

shining a torch and shouting.

Stick him up!

But he never had a gun.

But everyone said.

No, they didn't see it, did they? They
just heard. And if he was holding the

from one hand and the door had spun
itself shut with the other, he had no

left to hold a gun, I think.

Somebody came up behind him in the
darkness and fired those two shots over

shoulder.

terrified him to death. He swung round
and if he did so, that other person shot

him and let the revolver drop beside
him.

But who would do that?

You'll have to find out from Miss
Ladlock who wanted to kill her.

And if you find that out, you'll find
out who killed Rudy Shirts.

Go back to bed.

His face.

That poor... That poor man.

That poor... The blood on his face.

I'm scared, but I know.

I'm scared.

But thank God it wasn't you. It wasn't
you.

Now, shh.

I'm going to go make a cup of tea. No.

Shh.

Dad, you'll give me a heart attack.

Quincy, we've had a harvest and we've
got far too many.

I don't want anything in return.

Are you coming to church?

I mustn't be seen with you.

We talked about this.

I know.

I don't want to see you now.

No.

What?

Ever.

What's he said to you? Please.

Good morning.

Morning. Morning, Miss Marple. Oh, good
morning.

Do you know if Colonel Easterbrook is
coming to church this morning?

I believe he's ill, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's some murder at... Miss Blacklock's.
It's preying on his mind.

If you'll excuse me.

You'd have thought, having been a
soldier, he'd be the last person to let

prey on his mind.

How long has this retinue been in the
village?

A year.

They arrived just before Archie
Easterbrook.

Yeah.

Inspector, I have some information for
you. Can I talk to you later, Miss

Kaczynski? Yes, yes, of course. I will
know nothing, will I, Inspector?

I will not be able to tell you who I
heard talking in the summer house with

dead boy the same day he came begging
for money.

Who? Mrs. Hames.

You're sure it was Rudy Shirts that
Philippa Hames was talking to?

I do not lie.

I see him leaf and cross.

And when I go outside, I hear them talk.

And I think, so, this is how you behave,
my fine lady.

But now I realize.

It was not love Philip or Hames planned
with him. It was to rob and murder Miss

Blacklock, who has been so kind to her.

But of course you think I lie.

No. Yes, you people.

You all think I lie.

Blacklock, if you can.

Shall we wait or shall we walk on?

Oh, walk on.

Walk on.

Fine.

Walk on.

What's this door, Miss Bunner?

Oh, I try and open it three times a
week.

It's the dummy to the sitting room. It
was fastened when the two rooms were

thrown into one.

Nailed up or just locked?

Oh, locked and bolted.

It hasn't been opened for years, has it,
Lettie? Even though you keep trying.

Did it used to have a table against it?

The hall table, yes. When was it moved?

Oh, recently, about ten days or a
fortnight ago.

Dora, dear, it's best you go.

We don't know how long the police will
be.

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry.

I'll walk slowly.

Why was it moved?

I think Philippa did a big vase of
flowers and they were, well, they were

beautiful.

Full of September colours, but far too
big for there, so she moved them here.

Is there a key?

Yes.

Yes, there are keys in here.

If you want a key, I shouldn't mind you.

Here.

Ah, yes.

If you want a lead. Thank you very much.

The hinges have been oiled.

This door's not sealed. It's been opened
recently.

But why?

Because I believe the person that tried
to kill you was

inside the room when the light went out.

And this is how they got out behind
Rudy's shirt.

Not much longer.

Just these few days.

But I'm not worth murdering, Inspector.

At least not yet.

What do you mean?

Simply that one day I may be a very rich
woman, possibly quite soon.

But until then, I exist on a small
annuity and my lodgers.

What money I had went the way of all
German and Italian securities during the

war. Then how will you come into money?

Do you remember Randall Girdler?

The financier. By name, yes.

A millionaire.

Several times over.

I was his secretary for over 20 years.

He died without children and left his
fortune in trust to his wife and after

her death to me.

For the last ten years or so, I've had
an excellent motive for murdering Mrs.

Girdler.

But that doesn't help you, does it,
Inspector?

Forgive me asking this, but did Mrs.
Girdler resent her husband leaving you

money? I know what you're thinking,
Inspector, but I was not Randall's

He was in love with Belle and remained
so until he died.

No, I think it was gratitude on his part
that prompted his will.

You see, in the early years, when
Randall was still on an insecure

lent him a little money.

which saved him from a financial
disaster.

After that, he treated me like his
junior partner.

Oh, they were exciting days.

I only gave it up when my father died.
My sister was an invalid and I had to

look after her.

I took her for treatment in Switzerland
just before the war, where she

eventually died.

I only arrived back in England 18 months
or so ago.

How soon might you become a rich woman?

Belle Girdler lives in Scotland. She's a
sweet woman. I haven't seen her for

years. But we write Christmas and
birthdays.

She's also very sick. It may only be a
few weeks.

What happens to the money if you die
before Mrs Girdler?

You know, I never thought.

I suppose it would go to the offspring
of Randall's only sister, Sonia.

Randall quarrelled with her after she
married a man he considered a crook.

was his name now?

He was very handsome, but a drunk and
predatory around young women.

Fabricant.

Alex Fabricant.

Randall Girdler cut his sister out of
the will when she married. They never

spoke again.

But there were children.

I think so.

All I heard was that Sonia Fabricant, as
she became, wrote once after she

married to say that she'd given birth to
twins and she was going to call them

Pip and Emma.

How old would this brother and sister
be?

25, 26.

I really don't know if Pip and Emma
exist.

I'd like to have a word, please, Mrs.
Hames.

I was told you had a conversation with
Rudy Shirts in the days before the hold

-up. You heard that? You were overheard
in the summer house at Little Paddock's.

Please remain in the car, Mrs. Hames.

Who on earth told you this? Just answer
the question.

It was Mitzi, wasn't it? It sounds like
Mitzi, who is a liar.

And if you haven't worked that out by
now, Inspector, you really ought to be

considering another profession.

Sorry. And you should obviously not be
considering another profession.

But Mitzi does make things up.

And if it's not a leg of lamb being
stolen, then it's something like this.

Right.

Right.

Goodbye.

I'll find out for you when you're in
Scotland.

What? If people are who they say they
are, because that's what's worrying you,

isn't it?

And that's really the particular way in
which this world has changed since the

war.

In a place like this, everyone knew who
each other was, and if somebody new

came, they bought letters of
introduction.

Now the country is like the town, and
all you know about your neighbor is what

they say of themselves.

Anybody. Who took the trouble, could
have a suitable identity card.

The only people who could oil that door
would be those who lived with Miss

Blacklock.

Not necessarily.

Haven't you noticed how no -one locks
their door here?

And the little market of illegal
bartering going on gives any neighbour

excuse to drop by. All they would need
to know is, it's his afternoon off, and

the time is Miss Blacklock and Miss
Bunner go out.

It would be as easy as...

stealing Mrs. Leck of lamb from the
larder.

But lamb's not important, is it? We
don't know yet.

All we know is that if Miss Blacklock
dies, there are at least two people in

this world who would come into a large
fortune.

But Pippa and Emma may not exist, or
they may even be respectable citizens

living somewhere in Europe.

Or one or both of them.

Maybe in Chipping Clegghorn.

Maybe even with one or other of their
parents.

But if Sonia or Alex Fabricant were in
the village, then surely Miss Blacklock

would have recognised them. People can
change their appearance, Inspector.

He would have known the Fabricants a
long time ago.

Try and get a photograph of them from
Mrs. Girdler. And get your sergeant to

trace everyone through the official
records. I will do what I can here.

If there's going to be another murder
attempt, it's going to happen quickly,

before Mrs. Girdler dies.

Then hurry back.

I was so interested to hear that you
were at school with the Miss Blacklocks.

Yes, both of them.

Yours is indeed an old friendship.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Very few people will be as loyal to
their old friends as Lottie.

Those days seemed so long ago. Such a
pretty girl.

Enjoyed life so much.

Oh, thank you.

Yes.

It all seemed so sad.

What was sad?

Sad affliction, bravely born.

I always think of that verse.

Such courage and patience.

It ought to be rewarded, that's what I
say.

Money can do a lot to ease one's path in
life.

Money? Oh, no, Miss Marple, money is not
the answer.

People will... People take advantage of
her. That's what they do.

Some people... I won't name names,
but...

Well, some people, like Patrick Simmons,
they take advantage.

Twice, to my knowledge, he's got money
out of Lottie, and twice he's run up a

debt. No.

She is too trusting at times. You and I
know the world, Miss Marple.

We would not be as trusting. And if you
ask me, that Patrick knew that Swiss

boy. That's what I think. What makes you
think that?

Money.

And I think he fiddled with that lamp in
the dining room to make the lights go

out.

Because... I distinctly remember.

It was the shepherdess, not the
shepherd.

And the next day... Good morning, Miss
Marple.

It's getting cold outside, isn't it?
Good morning. I haven't ordered for you,

but I can order again.

Have you been shopping? Excuse me.
Someone's birthday.

May I have... Excuse me. I think we
should get Mitzi to bake a cake. Don't

Oh, Miss Marple, you must come back with
us.

Philippa has done the most wonderful
flower arrangement for me. You must see

I had planned to meet Amy. Amy can come
too.

Oh, everyone must see it. It's just
marvellous.

Hello, is that the War Office?

This is Middleshire Police. I'd like to
check the service record of a number of

people, please.

Thank you.

She said she used soothing colours to
try and bring some calm to the house

all the trouble. Of course.

She's so clever.

It must have been a terrible shock, Miss
Blacklock.

Please know how Mr. Schertz broke in.

He walked in.

Or was assisted.

They've realised that the second door,
the one that leads to the back of the

room, well, that door... No, dear, I
don't think Inspector Craddock wants

talked about.

Oh, no, Lottie.

I'm sorry.

Well, we won't be the word.

Is, um, that where you were standing?

Yes, she was.

Yes, she had the bars of violets in her
hand when the lights went up. No, no,

the cigarette box.

I was about to offer my guest
cigarettes.

Oh, yes, you were.

Well, if you'll excuse me, we seem to
have run out of milk.

So that must be the Dresden Shepherd
lamp.

And what a beautiful table.

Well, it was, but it's been ruined with
a cigarette burn.

I mean, I know it was very frightening
when he burst in, but people should take

more care of their cigarettes.

Where did Philippa find such late roses?
Was it there at all?

No, no, in the garden.

I'll show you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I came in search of the
second Dresden lamp.

Dora said it was in here. Dora said it's
wonderful.

Yes, it must be here somewhere.

A shepherdess.

Um... I'm disturbing you. No, I was just
thinking about Mitzi.

What she must have gone through in
Poland.

I wonder what's worse.

Thinking you might die at any time in
the war.

Or thinking you might die at any time
now.

Because of a deliberate act.

Well, this lamp must be here somewhere.

Let's try the hall.

I've had those lamps for years. Yes.

When you've had possessions a long time,
they get so full of memories, don't you

think? They're almost better than
photographs, which is another thing

don't do nowadays. They put very few
photographs around.

We'll have to ask Dora. I have a lovely
one of Amy, age three, holding a cat and

squinting. I expect you have many of
your cousins and other relations.

Not Julia and Patrick, no.

In truth, I'd forgotten what my cousin's
children were called, actually.

Or how many she had.

Until she wrote an article they could
say.

I'd hoped the flowers would cheer you
up.

At least persuade you to put your wig
on.

We don't need that man, Mother, not you
and me.

What else would he bring but
unhappiness? You don't know him at all.

I know enough to know that.

Okay, you can cook another cosy Sunday
roast for him, go for walks, play at

happy families, but he's a drinker and
he'll always drink.

You know he'll always drink.

Oh, no.

We're not getting dressed up for
Barney's party, are we?

I just thought we should make an effort.

Edmund Threttonham left a jar of honey
for me in the hall this afternoon, along

with a card. I don't know how he knew it
was my birthday.

People are so kind.

Oh, no.

They look gorgeous.

You must look nice for your party
tonight.

Everyone wants to make a fuss of you.

Thank you.

You're not royalty or anything else
dubious, are you, Miss Marshall?

No.

It's just that with Amy inviting half
the village round for dinner, it's as if

you're on a state visit.

No, I live in a village much like this.

Lucky you.

I don't know why people live in places
like this.

A little like Easterbrook.

There's too many ghosts in London from
India.

At least that's what he's told my
mother.

Evidently he has a daughter there, but
she gave up on him some time ago.

Is that why he doesn't keep any mementos
of India around the house?

Probably. Too much part.

It's unusual.

Most former officers fill their homes
with trophies and photographs and guns,

all of which have interminable stories
behind them.

That's fair.

London holds too much past for your
mother as well, my dear.

Why, what have people said, Miss
Walpole?

Nothing, I was just wondering from what
you just said.

I'm sorry, it's just that gothic -like
acid in a place like this, it's so

corrosive.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Bonnie.

Happy birthday to you.

Hip hip, hooray! Hip hip, hooray! Hip
hip, hooray!

Delicious, dear.

Come on, Bonnie.

One, two... Hang on, hang on. Patrick!

Three!

Mrs. Girdler's strongest times are in
the morning and after supper.

Then she will talk and enjoy talking,
but quite suddenly her energy will go

she will drop.

Oh, she is, you see, kept almost
entirely under the influence of morphia.

Have you any old photographs, Mrs.
Girdler?

Especially of Sonia Fabricant and her
family. I believe she had at least two

children.

No, I'm afraid that...

Nothing like that.

All our personal papers and things were
stored

with the furniture from the London house
at the beginning of the war.

And then the storage depository was
blitzed.

Did you ever meet Sonia Fabricant's
children?

No.

Alex Fabricant was a crook.

A real crook.

Had a criminal record.

Randall would have nothing to do with
him.

Nevertheless, he left his estate to son
his children if Miss Blacklock pre

-deceased you.

That was me.

Randall wouldn't countenance that man
getting his paws.

on the money, though he agreed to Pippa
and Emma.

Who knows where they are?

They may be dead.

Or maybe not.

Here's a brother and sister brought up
somewhere in Europe.

Their father's a criminal.

Whatever happened to them during the
war, maybe they turned up in England.

Looked up their uncle's will to see what
money was left in the family.

And if they... Don't let them hurt
Blackie.

No.

Blackie's good.

Really good.

You mustn't let them hurt her.

All right.

All right. Shh, shh, shh.

Calm yourself.

The police say the dummy door's been
oiled. Yes.

Then they must think the scheme was...
Lights out.

Yes. The, um, the regular thing, the
hinges, the wood.

The door. The door opens with a flush.

The Swiss fellow comes in with his
torch.

Yes. And then one of us sneaks out
behind.

And while the rest of us are ogling the
light, this one of us...

Has the gun.

That's impossible.

So... One of us shoots Letitia
Blacklock.

Yes.

That's what the police must be thinking.

Well, let's... Let's find out.

Let's find out now.

Let's...

Reenact it. I... You should all call it
a night. Don't you come. Get off me.

I'll be finding out all of a sudden.

Do you think this is a good idea?

Well, I'm game as long as he stops
shouting.

Come on, we'll do it here, in front of
the window.

Can I be Professor Plum?

To stand where you were standing when
the lights went out.

I feel sick after that cake.

I haven't had anything like this in
years.

Are you on the sauce, Bunny?

We've run out of aspirin, Lottie.

Have you got a migraine?

Yes. I think I might retire early if
that's all right.

There's some more by my bed.

Thank you.

The excitement.

Then I was definitely here.

No, you weren't. Well, where exactly
were you then, Colonel? I was here by

Letitia. This must be very boring for
you. I'm sorry, I... Well, she can play

the Swiss boy. Yes, yes.

But why don't you come bursting through
the door like a lunatic and then hurl

yourself into a heap on the floor?
Because those sort of days are behind

Colonel.

Colonel Easterbrook!

You really should drink more often.

Where were you, Miss Murgatroyd?

I was over here, by the door.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, you were.

You were. Thank you. And if you were
there, you'd have been behind

the light.

You wouldn't have been blinded by the
torch.

Yes. Archie.

Please, please, please.

Quiet. She could see us all.

As the torch lit up the room, she could
see who wasn't there.

Is that true? Amy, who wasn't there?

I don't... I can't remember.

Oh, come on, Amy.

The door crashes open.

Come on.

No. You watched the light as it scanned
across the room.

Come on.

No, I had my eyes closed.

Surely you peaked, you silly, separatic
thing.

Oh, don't be so pathetic.

You must have seen something.

No.

I can't remember things, no.

Would anyone like a cup of tea?

Yes.

Yes, I'll make it.

Philippa, may I have a word?

Yes, of course.

I, uh... I know you get anxious about
your boy's education, that you worry

the future, and that's why I want to
tell you something.

Things haven't been very settled lately,
and I thought I would like to make a

new will in view of certain
eventualities.

Apart from Bunny's legacy, what little
there is is going to you.

But I don't want it, really. I don't.

Why me?

I'm thinking of your child.

I want to do this.

You're a dark horse.

Did you hear that?

I think I was rather meant to, don't
you?

Remember, she's knocked off now.

You're the number one suspect.

No.

No, because the woman in Scotland... But
you know about Belle Girdler.

You know all about that.

You sure you don't want them to walk you
home?

Quite sure.

Then I'm going for a quick drink.

Archie?

Archie!

It was my gun used to kill that boy.

The one in your desk?

Someone has taken it.

I don't know what to do.

It is someone we know.

Do you know who it is?

Why haven't you been to the police?

Because I have no license.

And I don't...

I don't want police taking me over to
trouble.

Oh, my love, it's all right.

No.

No. Come home to mine.

Come on.

Come on.

Did you

get

some sleep on the train?

Well, this will wake you up.

Now, Patrick and Julia Simmons are who
they say they are. His naval record is

genuine, and I spoke to their mother,
who confirmed that they're staying with

Letitia Blackwell. So they're not Pippa
Nemo? No.

Mrs Haynes?

Oh, there's a lot about her.

It's all in there.

But even more exciting is Colonel
Easterbrook.

Now, he was an injurer, all right, but
he got drummed out of his regiment for

drinking. The final straw being when he
took a shot at a fellow officer during a

drunken brawl.

Well, Annie's the right age for Alex
Fabricant. Does he have a family?

It was traced in them, Annie's record
before the war, that we had a visitor.

He says he has proof that Easterbrook
killed Rudy Shirts.

Who's that for, Missy?

Mrs Barnum hasn't come down this
morning.

We're all so very sorry to hear about
Dora's death.

Miss Hinchcliffe asked if I would leave
these flowers.

I'm only a stranger, I know, but

Miss Bonner seemed to me the nicest...
She was... She was the

only link with the past.

I know.

The only one who remembered.

Now she's gone.

Is it yours, girl?

We know it's yours because you showed
Edmund Swetnam it in your desk drawer

weeks ago. He said you tried to impress
him with some fanciful story about how

you captured it.

It's mine.

But I did not try and kill Letitia
Blacklock.

I didn't know it was missing until I saw
it lying there next to the Swiss boy.

Well, if you had nothing to hide, why
didn't you come forward at your first

opportunity and tell us that the gun was
yours?

No license.

Is this your daughter?

Yes. Miss Laura Easterbrook.

Where is she now?

She lives in London, I think.

We are not in contact.

We are not in contact.

Her mother divorced me because of the
drink.

I have not seen Laura for ten years.

That is the truth.

Dora Bunger was found murdered this
morning, having taken poison that had

meant for Miss Blacklock.

It was definitely poison.

She died within seconds.

This is the book.

He leaves it by mid -blacklock's bed,
hoping she will take it. But like the

shooting, it is an innocent who gets
killed.

Like it's always the innocent.

Amy,

it wasn't Archie, was it?

What's this?

She was behind the door when the man
burst in. She's the only one not blinded

the torch.

You saw Archie in the room the whole
time, didn't you? No, I didn't. Tell me

saw him in the room. I didn't.

It's Edmund who's put the police on to
him.

Why has he done that?

Because he's jealous and possessive.

Edmund did it to someone.

There's never been a moment of sweat in
him. It's only just been the two of us.

He resents me building a life for myself
away from him. He's jealous of me

getting a proper, respectable married
name.

Why is that too much to ask?

Archie and I haven't committed any
crime.

Well, except for one.

Mitzi, I feel very guilty about this.

It was me who stole your meat that day.

The lamb? I wanted to treat Archie.

I wanted to impress him.

It was your afternoon off, and I knew
Miss Blacklock and Bunny would be at the

shops. That was the day the Swiss boy
came begging?

No.

No, it was your afternoon off.

I stole the meat from the safe, and then
I crept out into the front, and I

nearly got caught red -handed because
Letty came back early.

I only wanted to treat Archie.

If I had admitted to having the gun, I
would have been a suspect.

And you would have found out all this
about me.

And I... I didn't want the village to
know I'd been thrown out of the army.

I didn't want her to know.

Who?

Sadie.

I come here to escape.

All this.

And... And Sadie... And she is the best
thing that ever could have happened.

She is.

But if she ever finds out about my past,
she will... Everyone in that

room knew I had that gun.

Everyone. And any one of them could have
taken it.

Surely, somewhere, there's got to be a
photograph of Sonia and Fabricant.

We've got to find out what this family
looks like.

Well, do you think he's Alex?

Well... Well, what shall I do with it?
Well, let him go.

Trace's daughter, though. Find out where
she is.

Bunny and I.

Yeah, that's Dora.

This looks about the right guy.

You're... Here we go.

You'd have been working for the Gardners
by then, wouldn't you?

This isn't the way it was the other day
when we rearranged the bookshop.

Was it?

No.

No.

All the photographs of Sonia have been
removed.

And they were definitely here because we
were teasing you about the clothes you

were wearing. Do you remember?

TLB. Is this your sister?

All right.

Dear Charlotte, I wish you would make up
your mind to see people.

Your disfigurement is not nearly as bad
as you think.

Dear Charlotte, yesterday Belle and
Sonia went for a picnic.

Randall also took the day off.

The asphodel, flotation.

May I take these?

What good can they do?

Well, it might be something. Some
description of Sonia's character, some

incident that could help build up a
picture.

Take them.

Take them and then burn them.

They don't mean anything to anyone
except me and Charlotte.

That's all gone now.

It's touching, really.

She pours out everything in the hopes of
sustaining her sister's interest in

life.

Even suggesting new iodine treatments
for her disfigurement.

And there's a clear picture of an old
father in the background.

Dr Blacklock.

A real pig -headed old bully.

Absolutely set in his ways.

What impression did you get of Sonia?

Oh.

She's determined to get her own way.

Definitely.

Strong.

And she had her own money, which is
probably why this man married her.

Sonia asks to be remembered to you.
She's just come in and is closing and

unclosing her hands like an angry cat is
opening its claws.

I suspect she and Randall have had
another row.

You told us your husband had been killed
in Italy.

Yes.

Wouldn't it have been better to have
told the truth, that he was a deserter?

Do you have to rake everything up?

What are you going to do, tell everyone?

Do you think that's really necessary,
Inspector, or kind?

We expect people to tell the truth about
themselves, Mrs Haynes.

Edward doesn't know, and I don't want
him to know.

We meant nothing to his father, and it's
best kept that way.

To us, he went to the war and he never
came back.

So when was the last time you saw him?

Oh, not for years.

You sure?

It never seemed to me likely that you
met Rudy Shirts in the summer house.

I suggest the man you actually met that
afternoon was your husband.

Deserters are often desperate men, Mrs
Haynes, and commit many robberies.

He turned up. I hadn't seen him for
years, and he turned up wanting money.

And you supplied it?

What money do I have? No.

And now that he's realized that, I don't
think I'll be seeing that man again,

Inspector.

It must have gone.

I'll fix it.

Heaven knows why you put this down.

It's going to rain.

We might get away with it.

Oh, I see your snoopy old friend's not
up yet then. No.

Oh, surely she scheduled some furtive
little chat with the police this

Are you sure she's not spying on us?

Of course not.

Well, I think she is.

I think she's buying on all of us, that
one.

Will she be staying much longer? No, I
don't think so.

She wasn't there.

She wasn't there!

Thank you.

I was in the pig run.

I had to come out of the house, but it
was raining.

She's been such nonsense, really.

I didn't even look up.

What was she saying?

Oh, something about she wasn't there.

Who wasn't there?

Had you been talking of the night of the
shooting?

No.

Did you say she wasn't there?

Or she wasn't there?

I don't know.

I just wanted to finish the feeding
before the worst of the rain.

Does it matter?

I think so.

I think she finally remembered who
wasn't in the room.

Why do you bang like that? Am I dead?

Can you guys put the film on, please?

Am I dead?

Inspector, am I dead?

No, of course you're not dead.

Is Miss Blacklock in?

Ah, Inspector, I'm so pleased.

I was just coming to see you.

I hope you don't mind, Miss Blacklock,
but I've invited your neighbours round

come in here. What, here? What are you
talking here with your muddy shirt on,

buddy?

What is it, Inspector? Then what's that
then? And that?

Look, you're doing it again. Amy
Murgatroyd has been murdered this

Can I see you in the sitting room,
please?

Before she died, we believe Amy
Murgatroyd revealed the identity of a

was absent from this room during the
shooting. Yes, yes, yes. A woman who was

supposed to have been here the whole
time.

In light of this, I need to ask the
women present to tell me where they were

between half past seven and half past
eight this morning when Amy was

Then start with her, because she is Emma
Fabricant. Her.

Is this true?

Yes, this is her passport.

It says Emma Macefield, but it says
Emma.

She's not Julia Simons.

She's not my cousin.

Bunny.

And now Amy.

And the boy.

Is money so important to you?

Why didn't you just kill me? Why did you
have to kill Bunny?

My father changed his name from
fabricant when he split up with my

Tip and I were about three.

And they split our job as well.

I was his part of the deal.

Where's your father now?

I don't know.

He stopped contacting the last school I
went to.

And then there was the war.

When I landed up in London, I looked up
Randall Girdle as well, and with the old

lady in Scotland, Gargara Morphine, I
thought that Letty was my best bet.

I thought perhaps if I could get to know
you, you might take pity on an

abandoned child.

A make -up, perhaps?

A small allowance.

But nothing's finished around living.

I know I oughtn't to have done, but...
We met at a party after I was demobbed,

and we got talking, and... I told her I
was coming here, and then... Well,

Julia, the real Julia, she knows nothing
about this.

She's happy for Mother to think she's
here with me, because...

She's living with a man she's not
married to.

Your job in Middlehurst?

It doesn't exist.

And is it not sinister?

Is it not sinister that she's been
weaving this tissue of lies to the

after everything that's happened?

When Rudy Schertz was shot, you felt
trapped, didn't you, Emma?

You realised you had a motive for
killing Miss Blacklock and it would only

your word that you weren't involved.

You thought you would just sit tight.

And fade away when you could.

They kept dying, didn't they?

She's been out walking that morning. Ask
her where she's been.

Ask her where she's been between seven
and now.

I was just walking across the field. In
which direction?

Towards Boulders.

Is Pip in this room, Emma?

When did you realise it was Pip?

Two days ago.

You allowed her pegged as a boy.

I hadn't seen her since we were three.

I was going to come to the police this
morning.

I haven't murdered anyone.

I came here, like Emma, hoping to meet
Miss Blacklock.

If we became friends, she might help me.
Why didn't you tell her to you? Because

it was too dangerous. Because I knew
what the police would think. And it's

exactly what you're thinking now, isn't
it?

You murdered her.

What? I told you what I heard in the
shop.

I told you Miss Megatroid could have
seen who wasn't there. And you killed

You killed her!

All right.

Are you going to arrest her? Yes.

Arrest her now!

She's a maniac!

No, Colonel, she's not.

No more than Pep and Emma are the
murderers.

Miss Marple.

Thank you, Inspector.

If you'll forgive me, with Blacklock, I
want to ask you about your sister.

The one who died in Switzerland.

Who Rudy Schertz knew.

Tell me about Charlotte.

She was a pretty girl, wasn't she?

Yes.

But she developed a disfigurement, an
enlargement of the thyroid gland, a

goiter, an ugly swelling of the neck. It
shattered her confidence.

Yes. Made her a recluse.

Your tyrannical father was a doctor who
didn't approve of expensive operations.

He treated her himself with iodine and
drugs and made her life a misery.

But after he died...

You encouraged her to have the deformity
removed.

That's why we went to Switzerland.

The clinic of Dr. Coinsler, the world
specialist on goiter, his removal of

leaves just a scar that can easily be
hidden.

The Blacklock sisters enjoyed their war
in Switzerland, didn't they?

Charlotte was free to embrace life at
last. And, of course, Betty would soon

rich beyond their wildest dreams.

But then she became ill and died.

No, no, Charlotte died.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is Charlotte.

The money was coming to the sisters,
wasn't it? They'd always regarded

themselves as one. Why shouldn't it be
that Charlotte had died and Letitia's

still alive?

How easy just to settle in a sleepy
village where nobody knows you and where

everybody is reinventing themselves
after the war and wait for Bell Gertler

die. But you should never.

I've shown kindness to Dora and given
her a place to live. Dora had written to

Lettie and Charlotte.

Lottie responded.

There was no way in which you could keep
your true identity hidden from such an

old friend. You told her why you were
Lettie Sheridan. She understood

why she had to go along with it.

But her constant mistakes put you on
edge.

Don't, Lottie.

Dora, don't. And then the nightmare
happened.

Someone recognised you from Switzerland
and knew which sister you were.

Miss Blacklock, I remember you and your
sister very well.

You see, it was such a vast sum of money
and Randall Girdler so well known that

your inheritance would have made the
papers and you couldn't afford to risk

anyone coming forward to reveal who you
really were.

The money was an obsession, wasn't it?

Justice for all the suffering life had
inflicted on you, life owed you.

And weak and kindly people are often the
most treacherous. Does anybody believe

that the bishop... Blacklock, take off
your clothes. How much easier to arrange

a hold -up like that when it's in your
own home. No fire, for instance.

You've got the central heating lit. Yes.

Because that would have meant a light in
the room.

And how easy it must have been to have
oiled the door, to have known when the

house was empty.

But you had no idea that this had been
witnessed due to Mrs. Rettenham's little

theft. She hadn't realised the
significance of what she had seen. But

were, coming through a door that wasn't
known to open.

I think all that must have been fun.

Fun, suggesting the move of the table
with Philippa's flowers.

Fun, getting the revolver from the
Colonel's study.

But on the day of the hold -up, Dora had
said you were worried.

For then it was time for murder.

Dora had also told me what you were
holding.

just before the lights went out. She had
a vase of violets in her hand when the

lights went out. Because previously, you
had frayed the cord of the shepherdess'

lamp, and as everyone was looking at the
clock chiming, you spilt water from the

violets and fused the lights.

I don't think Scherz realized for a
minute

that you were behind him.

You shot him.

Nicked your ear with nails, scissors or
something, and had blood pouring down

your dress when the lights came on,
making it certain you'd been shot at.

Why kill Bunny?

Because Bunny, despite knowing nothing
of your scheme, was in her muddle

way revealing it all.

I distinctly remember.

It was the shepherdess, not the
shepherd. But Charlotte did love.

Laura, didn't she?

She tried to give her a delicious death.

Tried to make her last day happy.

Thank you.

But... Like Amy.

She could reveal too much.

Take off your pearls.

Charlotte Blacklock, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Rudy Schertz and

Bunnett. Take them off!

Take them off! Take them off!

I'm sorry, buddy.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Bunny.

I'm so sorry.

Will she hang?

Yes.

She deserves to hang.

Goodbye, Miss Marple.

Goodbye, dear.

Take care of your son.

And your sister.