All language subtitles for 01 At Bertrams Hotel

Afternoon, Miss Evershot. Good
afternoon.

And this must be your little niece.

Indeed. Then it gives me great pleasure
to welcome you to Bertram's Hotel.

Miss Marth.

There

you

go, miss. Enjoy your stay.

Straight off the press. Missy
Millionaire pronounced dead after seven

Who gets to play fortune?

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

Miss Martha, I used to stay here often,
but a very long time ago.

Well, it gives me great pleasure to
welcome you back to Bertram's Hotel.

Miss Martha.

I'm

sorry,

ma 'am.

Has it changed that much?

Quite the opposite. It hasn't changed at
all.

How very peculiar.

No, it's the Festival of Britain, Mr
Porter. I've never seen Bertram's busy.

whole of society has descended.

Ah, no, I'm afraid Miss Otis regrets
she's unable to lunch today.

Yes, I'm so sorry. I know.

Just wait until you see the rooms.

Ah,

no.

Caramel and burgers, thanks.

Hello, Henry. I'm back.

This is my dear friend Richard.

There's a band.

Did anybody order a band? Whose is the
band?

Jane. Yes, sir. Those roses and the
tiger skin rug to a nice little room.

Now, please.

Thank you so much.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry. Are you all right?

I'm sorry. You have a reservation.

Jack Britton and Joe Britton.

We have a twin room.

Miss Walker.

Welcome to Bertram's, may I say, what

an honor.

I hear the Albert Hall is completely
sold out. Oh, that's just too kind of

Is this enough of a tent? I can never
tell with your funny money.

No, that... This way, please.

Jane. Jane, is that you?

Oh, Jane, how wonderful to see you.

Helena, how well you look.

As do you, and I sickly adore your...
punctuality.

I knew I could rely on you for moral
support. There's nothing I hate more

will of reading.

You remember Sir Richard Blake.

Blake Eyre, the aviation tycoon my third
cousin once removed.

We used to summer with him at Mayfield's
house till Mummy got ill.

Wonderful man.

Of course he owned Bertram's. Not that
it's what it once was.

Of course not. The London hotels are
really safe nowadays.

Have you heard how many robberies there
have been recently?

Quite shocking.

Didn't his plane go down over the Indian
Ocean?

Sir Richard? Missing, presumed dead. Of
course, it's over seven years now, so

officially he is dead.

That's the family solicitor down there.

Look at him.

Shift is a jackdaw.

The Blake family are gathering for the
reading of the will. Well, there's only

really his daughter, Elvira, and her
mother, of course, if she turns up, if

she's not engaged in high -level
discussions with NATO or beating a land

record or wrestling with a grizzly bear.

Who wrestles grizzly bears?

Beth Sedgwick.

The Beth Sedgwick.

Oh, there's Elvira.

All that money. Look at this ghastly
thing.

Keeps her brushed under a rug at some
finishing school, I believe.

Still, in the life best set with you,
it's quite surprising.

Oh, no.

Mr. Armstrong.

My room ain't big enough for the kind of
rhythm we got going on. So I was

getting to kind of wonder if we could
practice in here.

Here? In here?

In this room here?

Yes. Yes, of course, Mr. Armstrong. But
for the sake of the Bertrams'

reputation, if I could ask you not to be
too... jazzy.

Let Amelia Walker, the jazz singer. A
glimpse of stocking was looked on as

something shocking.

Mother. Oh, I hardly recognised you.

I admire how you've grown.

How nice you look.

Excuse me?

Oh, they're just suggestions.

The sort of thing that a mother might
say to her daughter when she hasn't seen

her for six years.

Please,

excuse me, Lady Sedgwick, is it?

And that is Klaus Malinowski. Good to
meet you, Mr Malinowski.

Aren't you that famous racing car
driver? Yes, I am.

Oh, gosh, how exciting.

You must tell me all about it when we
dance.

That's not a good idea, Althea. Oh,
really? Well, I think it's a marvellous

I just silly tickle love.

So, so, I'm not.

Tilly? Tilly, are you up here?

Tilly?

Oh, here you are.

Mr Humphreys has been looking for you.

Mr Humphreys been dropped dead.

No, don't like the taste.

I'll never say I'm like Marlena
Dietrich.

I don't want to.

Yeah.

Who got you that?

I got me that.

Me mum always said, keep your savings in
jobs.

Well, look at you savings like them.

You're such a goody -goody dream keeper.

Eat. I ain't got a beer made for the
rest of my life.

these Louis Cans. The reproductions, all
of them. But how can you tell? The

difference between genuine Louis Cans
and reproduction Louis Cans is that

genuine Louis Cans are not left lying
around the dining rooms of London

What the hell are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

You're married?

That I am.

Married a lovely lad.

Back in Ballygowland?

So where's the will reading to be? In
the hotel?

Oh, no, in Curtin's office.

Sorry. So sorry.

Hats, you see, my hats.

You wear all these? No, no, no, no, no.
These hats, my hats.

Yes.

Do you wear your hats?

Why, I wear my hats.

These ladies' hats, multi -gentleman.
How charming.

Mercy. No, secret hats.

My designs.

Client eyes only. No hats. No hats for
you.

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

Oh, hello.

Hiya.

Class, Barca.

It is water.

Quickly! Please undo his collar.

Don't panic.

Come in.

Evening, ma 'am.

Thank you.

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

Me, Mum?

Oh, no, just... Had some good news at
all, Mum.

Oh, that's me done. Night, Tilly.

Good morning.

Oh,

how splendid.

Thank you.

Jane, ma 'am. Jane Cooper.

Jane. Well, that's my name.

Jane Marple.

Marple? Mm.

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

Good morning to you. Good morning.

Right, the National Royal Academy.

Inspector Bird, Scotland Yard. Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Ah, Canon Pennyfather.

Your hat.

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

Canon Pennyfather.

Canon Roderick Pennyfather.

Oh, yes,

you are... Lady Selina Hazy. You were a
magistrate with my husband, oh, 20 years

ago at least. Lady Selina, my goodness.

And how is your husband?

He's quite dead.

But please do join us and let us hear
all your news.

I'm afraid I have something of a
headache, but as soon as I've

shield is God's most high.

Now, isn't that Psalm 123?

You're in for a treat, Inspector Bird.

Golden, flowery, first -flush, tippy
orange pico.

This fine tea is worth considerably more
than its weight in gold.

Lovely cuppa. So...

Who had contact with the deceased last
night, sir?

Tilly did the evening order, so any
number of guests?

I'll need to speak with all of them.

Bertrams has a reputation... A girl's
been murdered, sir.

Strangled.

Yes, yes, of course.

And if I may say so, Inspector, I was
expecting someone a little more mature

from Scotland Yard.

I was 22 when I was made commander of my
company at Normandy.

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

So, you keep running a nice little hotel
and leave the grown -up police work to

me.

Where were you both last night between
one and three?

In my room, just talking.

You were absent from your post for an
hour last night. I was out the back on

break.

For an hour?

I was in my room.

Humphreys can confirm that.

I ordered room service, and he brought
it up. The manager of the hotel brought

up your tray.

I was in my room with a headache.

I had a headache and retired.

How are you feeling now?

Much recovered, thank you. Quite fine.

But I'm sorry to hear about Tilly Rice.
Rice? How do you know her surname, Mr.

Malinowski? I told nothing, Inspector.

But then, whoever knew, there's a maid
in a hotel.

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

Didn't you design that for her? I
designed for Ladybeth, yes.

But multi -herds are not born by maids.

Well, we were both in our room all
night.

So you saw nothing?

No.

No, it's Miss, uh, Marple, is that
correct? Yes, Inspector, quite correct.

You saw the deceased last night?

Yes. She said she'd had some good news.

But I suppose whatever that news was, it
didn't end up being very good at all,

did it?

No.

Might I ask, how was she killed?

She was strangled.

Oh.

Poor creature.

How was she dressed?

In a coat and hat. Quite smart.

Really?

How very odd.

You see, a girl only dresses in a smart
hat and coat if she intends to go out of

an evening.

And yet last night was not her night
off.

I wonder.

Would it be possible to see the body?

See the body?

Madam, this is a police investigation.

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

Now this, a murder, and with Beth
sitting there.

Yes, I'd feel a lot happier if you were
out of the picture.

Yes, of course. As if I haven't got
enough going on.

It's a damned woman.

The blinking gas is expected as it is,
and I'm almost out of American rooms.

Oh, dear.

Balls.

I beg your pardon? That's the problem
with balls instead of skeins.

They roll off into the trickiest places.

it back to my office, so... Mr. Cardon,
I have a question for you.

It's about my death.

Ah.

Hello.

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

Out of bounds, is it?

If I died, what would happen to my share
of Richard's wealth?

Half would pass to your daughter and
half would go to the newly formed Blake

Foundation for the Arts.

Of which you are chief executive.

It was your husband's... I'm sorry, ex
-husband's wish that I be responsible

his continued financial affairs.

Over the last seven years, what has
happened to Richard's estate?

It has been held in trust.

But you mortgaged the casino in Monte
Carlo.

How did you know?

A friend on the board of the bank.

I had to raise capital to offset some
poor investment on Sir Richard's part so

that his loved ones would be provided
for.

How philanthropic of you.

So you won't mind my pruning your
accounts?

Well, I don't have them here.

But they will reading them.

I'll just check through your books, make
sure everything's...

In place.

Just in case anything should happen to
me.

The thing is, Mum, is that I'm certain
that hat's not hers.

I've never seen it before, and Tilly,
well, she'd always be the first to show

off new clothes.

Really?

I think the thing is that we're not just
happy to do it.

It's very interesting.

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

Well, I...

Let's put this back, shall we?

It only seems fair to give the police a
chance.

My cousin, Louise Stock, was in service
at the banshees and she told me all

about you. Not gossip, you understand.

We think we can go bold, but just how
you notice things and how you sub

And he being doable.

Nobody's interested in the maid being
murdered and I thought maybe you could

help. If I'm not speaking out of turn.
Of course not.

Because... Tilly had a lot more money
than she should have done.

She always kept this diary.

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

One, two, three.

Money received?

Yeah. I think one, two, three was
someone she was meeting.

How very interesting.

I'll help however I can.

Oh, thank you, miss.

And if you don't mind, I'd like to help
too.

Because I notice things like what you
do.

What have you noticed at Bertram's?

Oh, there's all kinds of things going
on.

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

Tell me, Jane, what is an American room?

Well, Bertram's makes most of its money
from its American visitors.

The Americans like a little bit of
luxury as standard, so we give them

like a wireless and a bathroom in their
room.

England, as you see, here hasn't existed
for donkey's years, but it's what the

Americans want, so we make it up for
them.

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

You look disappointed, Miss.

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

Yes. Speaking of which, I wonder if you
could do a little questioning on my

behalf.

Cameron!

You simply must join us for dinner
tonight.

Oh, I'm afraid I can't.

The orphans, you see. I write potential
benefactors on them.

Nonsense. I'm sick. Well, I understand
that Bertram is busy, Humphrey.

Heaving, Miss Blake.

Well, Bridget Milford and I, well, we're
both friends.

You know, and she relies on me.

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

You know, and with all this talk of
robberies. If only you could move her

my suite.

It's room 223. It's just down the hall.
Room 223 is an American room. Well, if

Daddy were still here. Yes, of course.

Special room for a special lady.

Really? Thank you.

Bridget, nothing's too good for you.

I'll just be a minute.

Oh, Miss Malinowski.

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

In your car, I mean.

My pleasure, Miss Blake. The first
floor, isn't it? Oh, please call me a

Elle. Everyone else does.

Or at least Bridget does.

Bridget is your friend with her aunt.

Polio, yes.

We were just 11, and one afternoon I
insisted that we went swimming in the

river, even though we weren't supposed
to. She contracted the disease?

Contaminated water, yes.

And what the joke of it is, I didn't
even go swimming in the end.

I just sat there and read.

So, you see, it is my fault, really.

You're careful, aren't you?

My friends have all...

You're very sweet.

And this is your floor, Miss Marple.

I'm lucky to have a friend like Bridget.

I mean, you're mother's best bedroom.

You're Betty's daughter?

Why does that matter?

And tea?

Never a work in progress.

We didn't always see eye to eye, me and
Tilly, but I do miss her, you know.

Well, she had spirit, that one.

Fire.

You and Tilly, you were drinking
partners, weren't you? We had been known

share the occasional temper.

Was there something she knew, Mickey?

Some secret that could have got her
killed? No.

What's all this about?

Maybe something you told her.

I said no.

Still got those talking pipes in, eh?

You can hear everything from here.

German.

I still speak a bit from my service
days.

What's he saying?

Something about waiting for my papers.

South America.

That's all I can make out.

I wish you'd have told me that you and
Mr Malinowski knew each other.

He said he'd never date your daughter.

Out of respect for you.

Which is a shame, really, because I
thought he was jolly nice. Alice and I

involved in some confidential work. Why
is it that you always get everything

that I can't have?

You get Mr Malinowski.

And you get excitement and adventure.

And you even had Daddy for years longer
than I did.

All those stories of him, you could have
told me, but you kept them.

All to yourself.

What's that?

Nothing.

It's business.

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

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

What more damn secret?

You know, whenever I've tried to talk to
you, I tried a little ways.

Good afternoon, Elvira.

Are you... Oh, there.

Oh, no, for a moment there. I really
thought Delina would be...

Hello, my dear.

Delina, hello.

I, Sir Richard Oswald Blake, being of
sound mind and body, do hereby leave my

fortune and estates to be divided into
three equal portions between my daughter

from my previous marriage, Elvira Louise
Blake, my ex -wife,

Lady Elizabeth Mary Sedgwick, and to the
newly formed Blake Charitable

Foundation for the Arts.

And that's pretty much it in the main,
very straightforward will.

Doesn't he mention anyone else?

Ah, of course.

And to my third cousin, Lady Selina
Hazy, who was always so happy at my

Cornish estate, Mayfield House, I leave
to you my lithograph print

of it as a happy reminder of the
place...

of which you were so fond.

How charming.

I don't suppose... I mean... Is it
valuable at all?

Ah.

break, Goldman?

No, Inspector.

I was looking for you.

I have some information.

Something I overheard.

One of the guys talking in German about
wanting his papers in South America.

What if there's a Nazi at Bertram's?

Curtain? The paperwork?

I'm afraid it is going to take a little
longer. Then I'll be round tomorrow at

three o 'clock sharp.

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

I'm sure I've seen that before.

Yes.

Like the one of Bertram's.

Copied by the theme artist, I expect.

Poor, poor thing. Shall we get a taxi? I
don't feel like it.

I'm

so

sorry about telling Mrs Rice.

I packed up all her things for her.

As much as I could.

She always thought so highly of you.

Jane was one of what she used to say.

Really?

Mrs Rice.

Did she have more money than she ought?

Oh, yeah.

She said it was him that gave it to her.

That foreigner she was stepping out
with.

Do you remember his name?

Lies on it.

Loves? Not at his last Malinowski.

Don't think monkeys.

Worse than Jews.

Mr. Mutti, Mr.

Malinowski.

I'm glad I caught you.

Caught that?

An English expression for met with.

I was wondering if I could see your
papers.

Our papers? Why should we show you our
papers?

Well, I say wondering, I mean insisting.

If you'd be so kind.

You're a resident of Milan,

Mr. Malinowski?

One, two, three, via Celoria?

Celoria.

It is very beautiful, Inspector, if you
should ever wish to... Mr. Mutti?

Well, this all seems to be in order.

I'm sure you won't mind if I hang on to
these to check them out.

Thank you, Dad.

Good day, my dear.

Good day, Miss Walker.

Why is it that you hate my mother so?

The way that you looked at her
yesterday.

I didn't think you'd have shot her if
you could.

Some people deserve shooting.

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

What do you mean?

Beth Frederick took my husband.

And she didn't give him back.

Good afternoon.

Good evening.

Jack? It is Miss Marple, but however
could you tell? Well, I did happen to

notice. Aren't you left -handed?

Whereas your brother, Joe... He's right
-handed, that's right.

I see.

So if I've been carrying my paper like
so... Well, then, that would have been

very confusing.

Oh, Selina, how was the will -reading?

Fine, fine.

Although... Oh, how odd.

They'd moved their painting, the
Rembrandt copy.

Mr Curtin had the same one in his
office.

Looks like a Vermeer copy now.

Mr Malinowski, did Beth Cedric receive
my letter?

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

Letters.

Threads. Three women.

Three black hats.

Can you have a look and see what you can
find? Inspector, I'm so glad to have

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

Just like Mrs Royston in the post
office.

Mrs Royston?

The black hat on poor Tilly Rice's head.
Surely you noticed how similar the dead

girl was to Elvira Blake.

Are you suggesting the killer mistook
Tilly Rice the maid for Elvira Blake the

heiress? And have you noticed also how
very alike mother and daughter are in

those hats?

So now you're saying Tilly Rice was
killed because someone thought she was

Sedgwick? I'm saying there are three
people who all look very similar. One of

them is dead, and another may be in
great danger.

Lady Sedgwick happened to drop this.

You said her hat was wrong.

I can't quite work it out, but it does
remind me of Mrs Royston in the post

office back in St Mary Mead.

If Mrs Royston saw another woman wearing
a coat or a skirt that she liked, she'd

always say, I bought one like that just
last week. Then she'd rush out to buy

the coat or the skirt rather than let
anyone know she was copying.

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

Oh.

I see. You do.

I'm so glad because, you see, that's
what's wrong with a hat.

Underneath, her hair was messy.

Something's going to happen, and it's
going to seem as if it came after

Portilla's death, but really...

Someday he'll come along,

the man I love.

And he'll be big and strong, the man I
love.

And when he comes my way, I'll do my
best

to make him stay.

Do you know if the deceased was planning
to meet anyone up here?

Tilly. Sorry?

Her name was Tilly.

And no, she didn't say she was expecting
anyone.

A gentleman friend, maybe? If Tilly was
planning on stepping out, she'd have

made sure she was wearing lipstick.

How do you know that she wasn't?

Have you been up here already?

Didn't need to.

A cigarette?

No lipstick, Mark.

It's clever of you to notice that.

Yeah, well, just because I wear a pinny
don't mean I'm stupid.

No, well...

It's me told.

You can see why she loved it up here.

Except you.

Well, aren't you going to look?

I've seen it already.

I don't understand you.

You can't be that much older than me,
and yet... And yet you act like you're

old man.

It's been a difficult war.

I've seen that look before.

Thought we were fighting for a better
world.

When we come back, nothing had changed.

My sister worked in munitions.

This is it, she said.

Equality for women.

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

But even London looks beautiful from up
here.

Yeah.

Yeah, it does.

Good evening. Good evening, dear.

You're not for the concert tonight, to
the Albert Hall?

Oh, no, dear.

We're staying in tonight.

Jazz is such ungodly music. And the fool
says in his heart that it is no god.

Psalms 14 .1.

What is it that's wrong with a plain
girl?

Rickets? Polio, I believe.

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

But the needy will not always be
forgotten, nor the hopes of the

perish. Psalms 918.

What very interesting quotations you
employ, Canon Pennyfather.

Good evening, Miss Marple. Have you by
any chance seen my brother?

I'm sorry.

Jack.

That's right.

Maybe he's at the concert.

Oh, no. Neither Joel nor I are very fond
of jazz.

Well, enjoy your soup.

Where is it your canon of?

Ely, Miss Sunderland. Really? Why, the
Archbishop of York is an old, old friend

of the family. He runs his province so
well, don't you think? Oh,

Miss Sunderland.

Ooh.

Great.

Oh, my dear.

Your brother was looking for you just a
moment ago. He went that way.

Oh, thank you, Lady Hazy.

Well, let's hope that we don't have a
repeat of last night's excitement.

Once again, so many apologies, ladies
and gentlemen, for the loss of light.

sure with a little Dunkirk spirit. I
wonder what's with the dicky lights in

dining room. They're a -okay everywhere
else.

Oh, dear. We seem to have lost Canon
Pettyfather.

Look at that fortune.

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

Oh, look, even Bess Fedwick has
abandoned her car. And she's beaten land

records.

There's a sniper!

Watch out!

Get out of the way!

Be careful, ma 'am!

Somebody do something!

Best law!

This one!

Come on, let's break it down.

Crazy man.

I see him.

Where is he?

Nothing here.

I've bolted from the inside.

I just don't understand it.

You knew this was going to happen.

No, it's such a fervent sort of word,
Inspector. I know no more than you. One

has to wonder who the real target of the
shooting was.

Those hats, you see, all feel similar.

You mean, did the killer think he was
firing at Lady Sedgwick, or did he

actually know it was her daughter?

But what about her death threat?
Certainly the note was not real.

No. No, of course not.

Actually, you've lost me there.

Who sends a written death threat? Not
someone who truly intends to kill the

recipient.

It's common sense not to warn them.

I want you to clear my head.

And so I went for a little walk.

I couldn't afford the concert. My land's
terribly small until I get my

inheritance. Can't be cheap, staying at
Bertram's. Oh, I'd stay here for free.

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

Now it's all been made so horrible.

I was just coming back from my walk and
I could just see the torches burning.

Just like when I was little and Daddy
took me for a stroll.

He knew I loved London at night.

And then we hit the ground right in
front of him with another one, and then

man, the man who saved my life.

And then I just, I panicked.

Where did you get the gun from?

It was Mother's. I was looking for her
last night, but she wasn't in her room.

So to annoy her, I stole it from her
bag.

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling up to being
questioned. You told me you were in your

room the night Tilly Rice was strangled.

That isn't true, is it?

No comment. Someone ran a bath in your
room and let it flood the ceiling of the

rooms below.

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

Who would want to do that?

Plasterers?

Making work for themselves?

There is a recession on, Inspector.

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

123?

Inspector, how many hands did it take to
operate a rifle?

At the time, we found two.

Yes, of course, I'm sorry to have taken
your time, Mr Milford. I was at the

concert from start to finish, Inspector,
as I have already said.

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

I have a flight from London Airport to
Lucerne tomorrow morning.

A flight which I will now miss. But the
real reason for your stay is to design

hat... Yeah, in Berlin now there is no
hat industry.

But then in Berlin now there is no hat.

And no industry.

During the war...

Were you loyal to Germany?

My war record is classified.

This is a murder investigation.

I do not answer to police inspectors.
Maybe you're not used to it being that

way, but you're in Britain now. And
don't I know it. Don't it ever stop

here? Why did you use the back stairs?

To avoid the fans.

You know, they think they own you.

Is there anything else?

One thing.

What can you tell me about the shooting?

Well, the lights all fused before it
started, just as I was looking for my

brother.

Did you find him? Oh, yes. Both of us
were in the morning room when the shots

were fired. Thank you.

Jack, isn't it? Joe, Inspector.

Don't worry.

Happens all the time.

Bleeding L.

You want to watch where you're going, or
do I have to have an heart attack every

time I walk round a corner?

Bleeding L.

Well, the situation asked for it.

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

Anyway, I was wondering, Bridget
Milford, Mrs Elvira's friend, do you

was... Oh, I know what you're thinking.
Her hand. No, I've checked her medical

records. There's no question of her
faking it.

Oh.

Well.

Well.

I'd best be going.

Well,

good night, miss.

Jane.

Miss Jane.

Oh, Jane, it's the queerest thing, but I
just don't seem to have any money

anymore. I can't even pay my bill here.

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

Well, now it's dreaded plan B.

Sell Mummy's beautiful necklace.

Selina, I had no idea. Well, it's only
rocks and metal after all.

I'm sure worse things happen at sea.

Oh, no.

They've been... But I... I put them in
the safe.

They should have been... safe.

Quite expertly cracked.

What is a Blake guest?

I'm not sure.

Except that we get them every few weeks.
They always arrive by Blake hair and

it's always at night.

They never pay for their bill and we're
always told that they're not to be

disturbed. They just stay in their
rooms.

Until one night, they've gone again.

I wonder how many Blake guests are in
the hotel at present.

Just one.

So, who occupies this room?

A Mr Jackson.

I've never actually seen him. He booked
the room for four weeks in advance. I

assumed he was an aficionado of the
Oriental style. So Mr Jackson could be

anyone?

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

I just get on with running my nice
little hotel.

Room 123.

I wondered if it was significant. This
window gives the best shot at the

That's why Mr Jackson, our sniper,
wanted it kept at his disposal.

Not that I expect Mr Jackson is his real
name. No. And I think Tilly knew

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

By chance, this diary fell into my
possession.

Tilly raised the murdered mead.

One, two, three. Next to it, money
received.

I reckon Tilly was blackmailing Mr
Jackson.

And that's what got her killed.

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

The sniper fired from this window.

And when you broke down the door...
Which was locked and bolted from the

The sniper had vanished.

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

resting on the windowsill, but can we
really be sure she saw any more than

But then where did he go? Not out the
window.

There were witnesses in the street, and
Joel Britton and I were outside that

door the whole time. And anyway, the
door was bolted from the inside.

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

When you forced the door, this part of
the bolt was ripped from the door frame,

right?

Just like Mrs Royston in the post
office.

You mean something happened after it
seemed to?

Well, almost.

In this case, I think it happened
before.

Wouldn't you say, Jane?

Oh, yes.

You see these holes?

Notice anything odd about them,
Inspector?

They've been unscrewed.

Not ripped out by force.

The killer unscrewed this before the
shooting, then drew the bolt into it.

When he left, he shut the door behind
him. You thought that you'd ripped it

of the frame.

But it was never in the frame.

Right, so he locked the door from the
outside.

But then where did he go?

I came this way.

And no -one passed Amelia Walker on the
back stairs.

And yet the sniper cannot have simply
vanished.

Look, it's, er...

Highly improper of me to even ask this,
but... Do you have any idea what

happened?

No.

Inspector, not yet.

But it's very interesting, don't you
think, that the killer needed us to be

moved from the Victoria dining rooms and
into the morning room before the

shooting could take place?

I believe everything we saw was designed
as a spectacle.

A show which required its audience.

That's why the killer had us moved.

so that we could see properly into the
street, which does rather point us in a

definite direction, don't you think?

Yes.

Like what?

That Mickey Gorman was always the
intended target.

He kept his paintings down here.

MJ.

Mickey Gorman.

Same dress, same posture.

He was sweet on her, wherever she was.

And she broke his heart.

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

This is love, but from afar.

Lizzie.

He had a wife called Lizzie back in
Ballygowan.

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

Oh, no.

Jane, look closely.

Look at her necklace.

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

Mickey Gorman was a very talented
painter.

What if he did these?

Got himself mixed up in some sort of art
fraud, because then he'd be worth

shutting up.

Forgery? Hmm.

I wonder.

Unless, of course, it's quite the
opposite.

All right,

all right, I'm coming.

What are you doing?

Oh, sir, you startled me.

I said...

What are you doing?

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

Oh, Lord!

What? The face!

At the window!

There's nothing here.

Oh, I must have been spooked.

What with the shooting and that.

I'm so sorry, sir.

Do you want me to come back later?

Later. To turn down your bed?

No.

I'm not bothered by such things.

Sorry, sir.

Very well, sir.

Wait.

Your keys.

I forget my own head.

What were you doing in there, Miss
Cooper?

Nothing, Inspector.

Miss Cooper, I know you've been talking
with Miss Marple, who is, I have

discovered, a very nosy lady.

Please.

Stay safe.

Me?

Yeah.

So close, Beth.

I'm certain.

If the police don't... Lady Cedric.

Your necklace is very beautiful.

Oh.

Thank you.

And I can't help but feel I've seen it
before.

In a painting by Mickey Gorman.

Beth Elizabeth.

Lizzie. Don't, don't call me that. It
was his name for you, wasn't it?

Mickey?

Your husband?

Yes.

We married in Ballygow. He was a
wonderful, bloody -minded man. You've

known the like.

Rick couldn't laugh. My family hadn't
thought of that.

You never stopped loving him.

Was he my father?

No, Vera.

I was younger than you when I married
Mickey.

You came many years later.

Then why did he come here?

Because he was a gentleman.

He would never approach me until Richard
had legally been declared dead.

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

Oh, Vera, you don't seem entirely
surprised.

I'm not.

Please don't think I was private.

I found these letters after Daddy died,
and, well, there was one from Grandmama

where it all came out.

I was so... I was so terribly rude to
him.

And Mickey, I mean, I thought that he'd
come to cause trouble.

No.

Mickey wouldn't do that.

Now, I have a lawyer to intimidate.
Curtain.

But you're not seeing him till three?

That's what he thinks.

The element of surprise, Elvira.

Perhaps the two of you could go
together. I always find a journey is

excellent opportunity to... catch up.

Don't you think?

Oh, Lord.

Stop him!

Thank you, Tibbs. That will be all.
Shall I call the police? No.

certificates, receipts, and some very
interesting sales records.

You've been doing rather a lot of
trading on the Blake estate behind all

backs. For your own good.

Sir Richard was not the financial genius
you all seem to think.

Don't be a liar.

This paperwork proves it.

The funds you raised were flowing into
your pockets. Those dockets prove

nothing. Oh, really? Then why were you
trying to burn them?

Well, I...

And what will you do now?

Go to the police?

You think I'm afraid of scandal? None of
this will stand up in court.

Then I'll administer my own job.

Put it down, Lady Sedgwick.

Now. I told you, no police. I didn't
call them. I swear.

We had an anonymous tip -off, Mr Curtin.

Looks like I arrived just in time. Yes.

Yes. Arrest this mad woman.

No, Mr Curtin.

The anonymous tip -off...

What's about you?

Someone thinks you've been writing nasty
letters.

Me? What?

Never. Well, in that case, you won't
mind me having a little look?

But... I've never seen that before.

Hubert Kern, I'm arresting you for the
attempted murder of Lady Bess Sedgwick

and for the manslaughter of Mickey
Gorman.

You weasel. Better a weasel than an old
witch.

Oh. Come along. Miss Marple was right.

It isn't a copy.

It's the exact same one that was hanging
at Bertram's. What expert are you now,

Jane? It's the frame I recognise.

The amount of times I've dusted it.

You see this T scratched in there?

But why is it here?

Yes, madam.

Bertram's Hotel, please.

Ma 'am.

Mother, I'm so sorry about Mickey
Gorman.

You must have loved him very much.

Yes, Mickey.

He was so... I never meant to be a
terrible mother. Please, you

don't... No, it's the fear, you see.

To love something so much and... Well...
For one's own life to be so terribly

dangerous, I...

I could face anything except the thought
of something happening to you.

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

I won't fail you again.

What the devil's going on, Inspector?

I've just been speaking to the Rembrandt
expert from the National Gallery.

Apparently our fake Rembrandt is the
worst kind of copy.

What's wrong with it?

It's the original.

Right, I want everything that looks
remotely valuable catalogued before the

experts get here.

What happened to that painting?

What, what? I want that for me,
Humphreys!

And I want answers.

Humphreys and Curtin are refusing to say
anything.

But the Rembrandt is real.

I expect you already get that.

I had my suspicions. You see, everyone
assumes paintings on public display in a

hotel are copies without actually
checking.

It's quite the best place to hide a
genuine work of art in plain sight.

But why move on to Kearns' office?

I would imagine he had a buyer lined up.

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

view the goods at Kearns' office.

And the death threat that you found at
Mr Kearns? Same handwriting as the one

you picked up in the reading room. Of
course, he's claiming it was planted.

And do you think Mr Curtin was the
sniper in room 123, Inspector?

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

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

All right, look.

Person's unknown, flood of baths, fuse
in the light.

So the diners are relocated here to
allow a proper view of the street.

But why?

Because in some way, what we thought we
saw on the night of the shooting was not

what actually took place.

Keep being the event of the evening in
my mind and something is wrong.

Some little detail.

Through that lies the answer to
everything.

If he was there and the sniper was
there, then surely... Then it could only

possible if one person could be in two
places at the same time.

Of course, the hand.

It was the wrong hand.

Give us!

Give us!

It was him!

Put the gun down and step away from
Canon Pennyfather!

Now! Inspector, it's not what it seems.

Filth. Monster.

Nazi.

You'll pay for what you've done.

Lord, please, I don't know what he's
talking about. Oh, I think you do, Canon

Pennyfather, or whatever your real name
is.

Let us put the gun down. There must be a
trial for this kind.

Or they win.

The bumbling, forgetful curate, like
something from a play or a story, but

didn't know his Bible or his diocese. I
noticed, Canon, how you only ever quoted

from Psalms.

And you thought your church in Ely fell
under the province of my friend, the

Archbishop of York?

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

Aren't you a Nazi too?

A Nazi hunter, Inspector.

Mr Malinowski's cigarette case with the
swastika design. No real Nazi would

carry around clues like that.

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

This man murdered my family and stole
the treasures from my home. Of course,

Rembrandt. You came over all faint the
day that you arrived here.

I thought you were staring at Lady
Sedgwick, but you weren't.

I was staring at the painting behind
her. Yeah, when I saw it, I knew he must

here. This morning, I met an associate,
and he confirmed from my photographic

evidence that this man is the butcher of
Riga. True, I've been helping Ladislaus

since he arrived.

Look here.

This has absolutely nothing to do with
Bertram's hotel.

Nazis, war criminals.

But that's what a Blake guest is, isn't
it, Mr Humphreys?

A Nazi on the run, flying in on Blake
Eyre, swapping their stolen treasures

a passage to a safe country.

How dare you?

You... You maid!

Yeah. Well, you'll be doing your own
cleaning where you're going.

So, Canon Pennyfather wasn't Canon
Pennyfather. I'm afraid not.

You see, a real Canon Pennyfather is
holidaying in Luzerne.

And it was very easy to steal his
identity.

Right.

Let's go back to the beginning.

Tilly Rice was strangled on the roof.
But why?

It was her hat, you see.

It was all wrong.

Tilly was strangled, but her hat was
pinned down tight. So her hair

it, it should have been neat, but it
wasn't. It was messy.

Which means the hat was pinned in place
after she was murdered.

This is ridiculous.

Who is this girl playing detective?

Go on, Jane.

The hack created a false connection.

If Tilly had been mistaken for Lady
Sedgwick, then Lady Sedgwick would have

the killer's real target.

The death threats were just a
smokescreen.

Mickey Gorman was always the sniper's
intended victim.

You see, the killer wanted us to believe
that the death of Mickey Gorman came

after... The death of Tilly Rice.

And, of course, in strict chronological
sense, it did.

But the planning of it had always come
long before.

Did the killer send the fake death
threats to me?

Yes, ladies, they're true.

Then the killer was Mr Curtin.

I've never seen that... No, it couldn't
have happened because... Oh, sorry.

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

No, Mr Curtin wasn't the murderer. The
letters were planted in his office by

real killer.

Mr Malinowski.

Why didn't you tell us you were courting
Tilly Rice?

Courting?

No.

She was my informant in the hotel.

My eyes and ears in the hunt for Herman
Corp.

I went to fear the night she died and
she told me she had to meet someone

afterwards.

One, two, three.

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

Tilly was blackmailing 123 about
something that Mickey Gorman had told

he was drunk.

Tilly thought that 123 would make her
rich.

But instead, 123 killed her.

Tilly codenamed the killer 123 because
she saw them in room 123 when they never

should have been there.

It never ceases to amaze me, no matter
how complicated these affairs seem to

they always boil down to one thing.

Money. Lady Sedgwick was about to
inherit a vast fortune from her ex

as was her daughter, Elvira.

Mr. Curtin was about to take
responsibility for a third of the entire

estate.

Even you had a motive, Lady Thelena. Me?
If Beth and Elvira died, you'd inherit

Mayfield House.

Surely you didn't. You have to be clear
on where everyone was.

Miss Markle and Lady Selina, they were
in the morning room, and Mr Humphries

there too.

Amelia Walker was coming up the back
stairs, and Miss Blake was in the

Lady Sedgwick and Mr Malinowski were
caught in the fog, and Mr Mooty and Mr

Curtin were to arrive later on foot.

Both Joel and I were in the morning room
with you. Then I helped you break down

the door to room 123.

Oh, no.

There was only one twin present that
night.

But you saw both of us. No.

We saw two sets of clothes on one
person. Have you by any chance seen my

brother? My dear, your brother was...
All you did was change your clothes.

I saw your clip -on ties.

Perfect for a quick change -out.

Anyone would have thought they'd have
seen both of you when, in fact, Jack was

elsewhere in the hotel for the best part
of about an hour. This is ridiculous.

You can't possibly know... I can, my
dear.

You remember when we passed in the
lobby?

It wasn't what hand you were holding
your paper in that gave you away.

If I've been carrying my paper... It was
your watch.

Like so?

You wear your watches on different
reasons.

It was the wrong hand.

But we didn't kill Mickey Gorman. No,
you were too busy stealing Lady Selina's

jewels.

How can I... With

Tilly

Rice out of the way, 123 put their
master plan into action.

The murder of Mickey Gorman.

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

They knew about Ballygowland, a small
town in Ireland, where Mickey Gorman

married a very young... Beth Sedgwick.

What of it?

I'm not ashamed.

We did a little investigation at the
records office in Somerset House. The

secret of Ballygallon wasn't that you
were married to Mickey Gorman.

It's that you were never divorced.

Now you tell.

Yes, I killed Mickey Gorman and Billy
Wright.

I wasn't going to let them get between
me and Richard the State.

They knew the world was invalid.

Sir Richard left the money to his ex
-wife.

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

Aren't you the clever one, Inspector?

I thought turning without the notes was
rather a cunning touch. And then putting

one in Curtin's office.

It was you shot at Elvira and dressed
Tilly in a hat. Yes, and it was a damn

good plan. Mother!

I'm sorry, Elvira.

I'm sorry for everything.

I've always said, whatever else a woman
may be, once she is a mother, her child

comes first.

But this isn't the way to help her.

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

To give her freedom in exchange for
yours.

We both know Beth Hedgewick was not the
killer in Room 123, and she couldn't

have strangled Tilly Rice.

At the time Tilly died, you were with
Mickey Gorman, weren't you, Lady

Hedgewick?

But then, Miss Blake, your devotion to
Bridget, your driving need to help her

her illness, how far would that
obsession take you? I think you wondered

Lady Sedgwick.

Blow me down.

You knew the notes were fake.

The note you put in Mr Curtin's desk was
one you had already received.

You planted it, not to throw suspicion
onto Mr Curtin, but away.

From El Sierra.

Because one, two, three was your own
daughter.

If Bridget was to enjoy any quality of
life, you'd need a great deal of money.

The will stipulated that your
inheritance was to be paid to my

first marriage.

But as the marriage was never lawful,
Mickey Gorman and Tilly Rice knew enough

to cost you your entire fortune.

There you go, sir.

Tilly Rice was blackmailing you.

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

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

Why was he in the street when the sniper
fired?

Of course. The crowd needed two people
to work.

Yourself and Bridget.

That's why you wanted an American room
for Bridget.

Because the American room's the only
ones with an en suite bar.

Bridget left her bath to run over and
fuse the electrics to the floor below.

Knowing the guests would be moved to the
morning room to witness the shooting.

But I couldn't afford a rifle.

Because the sniper was you, Elvira.

Think, Jane. The hand was wrong.

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

Bridget must have left the hotel first,
dressed as Elvira, then doubled back to

herself and put on a hat and a veil.

Is that right?

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

Elvira fired at her feet.

You're an excellent shot.

Like your mother.

And when Gorman ran out...

You killed him in cold blood.

Then, knowing staff are never noticed,
you slipped down the back stairs

disguised as a maid.

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

Who knows its hidden roots and corners
better?

Your knowledge of the hotel allowed you
to creep up behind Brickett.

Then you stepped forward, firing again
at the non -existent sniper.

All looked perfect.

But you had given yourself away.

I see him.

You see, Bridget has no use of her right
hand, and so she fired with her left.

Once you took over, you used your right
hand.

As with the Britain twins, the hand was
wrong.

Well, that's quite a theory.

Well, you're more than I deserve.

But I can't live with this count.

You're right.

Alvera did it all.

Mickey Coleman had got a job here. I
thought he'd come to blackmail me.

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

All right, Miss.

What's that?

Come on, can you come with us, please?
No.

That's it, come on. No!

Sorry, Mother, I'm so sorry.

I forgive you.

I forgive you.

What I did, I did for good reasons. You
murdered two people in cold blood.

No, young lady, there is nothing good
about what you have done at Bertram's

Hotel.

I think we're about to find out.

Miss Walker!

Mr Curtin's secretary tells me you've
been a regular visitor to his office

the last few days.

You were the buyer Mr Curtin had lined
up for the paintings, weren't you? If

believe I have the missing Vermeer,
Inspector, please feel free to check my

luggage.

You always travel with this, Miss
Walker?

I used to play a bit myself.

A bit rusty now.

Always hated the scales.

Open her up, Lance.

Well, I'd better get my money back.

Mr. Mooty.

It's home.

Oh, my father. They are both home.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

It's my pleasure, sir.

Oh, my father.

Isn't that a dream?

Oh, so stupid.

Thinking it was Lady Sedgwick.

How can I ever be as good as you?

Get older.

Miss Cooper, Jane, I wonder if I
could...

If you would be so good as to...

If you'd maybe like to consider...

You're the most wonderful, intelligent,

beautiful woman I've ever met.

When I first saw you, you took my breath
away.

And it hasn't come back yet.

Excuse me.

When I'm near you, I feel drunk.

Or dizzy.

Or drunk and dizzy, like I'm walking on
air. Inspector Bird. And whatever you

may think of me, if it's a fraction of
what I feel for you, if there's any hope

you could in your heart... Inspector
Bird!

Yes?

What's your bird's name?

Excuse me.

Well, it's Larry.

Larry Bird.

Well... Larry Bird, whatever it is
you're trying to ask me, my

answer is yes.

Jane, I don't know what to say.

Afternoon, Miss Marple. Oh, good
afternoon.

How nice to see a familiar face.

Enjoyed yourself, have you? Well, it's
certainly not the bird's room, if I

remember. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
But then, neither should it be.

Miss Marple!

I just had to tell you.

Larry, Inspector Bird, he's asked me to
go away with him.

Get married? Oh, no, just live together
and see how things work out. Well, he

says after the war, that's the way
things should happen.

Actually, I said that, and then he
agreed with me.

And you'd leave Bertrand's? Well, Larry
was saying that it's only a matter of

time before women are allowed into the
police force, and I thought, maybe I

could. What do you think? I think it
sounds exactly like the sort of thing I

would never have done at your age, but
always wish I had.

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

Good luck, my dear.

Thank you, Miss Marple.

You've changed my life.

Jane.

Well, at least that's real.

Miss Marple.