All language subtitles for 04 Why Didnt They Ask Evans

Sorry? Why didn't they ask

Evans?

Evans? Ask him what?

Good morning, ma'am. Good morning.

Thank you.

Jane, dear!

Oh, goodness.

Is this Bobby?

Well... Say hello, Miss Marple.

Hello, Miss Marple.

The little doorstep looks rather
important.

You don't have to go.

Why do you have to go, Bobby?

Oh, Jane, dear, do come in.

Robert, for Miss Marple's sake.

A bit of a drama, I'm afraid.

The letter you gave Bobby.

Yes. Well, we've had rather an upset
recently.

Bobby found a body. Quite sure. On the
cliff. And Mr... Pritchard. Pritchard.

An accident, the police said. Which is
why he doesn't have to go to the

inquest. And then there's letters come
out of the blue. Things not even in the

village, but in market dawning of all
places.

You've told them everything.

Haven't you? Yes.

Oh.

Really, Robert?

Sorry, Jane.

She's new, I'm afraid.

Just came back from my honeymoon.

How lonely.

That's enough, Robert.

Better be off, then.

Bobby.

Bobby!

Bobby. Bobby Atfield.

Frankie, Frankie Derwent.

You came to Mummy's dance at the Derwent
Hall. We played postman's knock in a

butler's cupboard, remember?

I think I scared you off, rather.

Did you?

Well, this is rather ghastly.

Let's go to first.

So, how's tricks?

Oh, you know.

Orgies in the vestry, usual kind of
thing.

How are you?

Wild.

Just off to town, meeting up with Pongo.

Do you know Pongo? Pongo Slim.

Such a gal.

You should come.

Oh, I've got an inquest, actually. Oh,
well, I didn't say I didn't.

God, someone you know?

Well, someone I found, actually.

Found? Do you know?

He said something to me before he died.

Didn't they?

Oh,

shut up.

I did the odd.

There was no sign of an inquest.

The letter says it was... It's clearly a
fake.

But it's perfectly ugly.

Whoever pushed him knows you found him,
but doesn't know if he said anything.

So just in case, just in case, they made
sure you weren't at the inquest.

Then I've got to tell the police.

What? About everything. No.

What? We're doing this ourselves.

But I'll be... Oh, fine. Tell them
everything.

Scaredy cat.

All right.

What?

Let's do it.

Identified him.

His cousin.

Richard who, sir?

Friend. Oh, Dick. Dickie. Dickie's
friend.

Oh, they were so close. Like brothers.
Poor Dickie.

I don't suppose you've got his address?

I know you're not meant to, Inspector.
It's just what my mother... Lady

Derwent, yes. Would so love to drop him
a line.

Why didn't they ask Evans?

Pretty loaded last words, I must say.

Just pop it in the post, sit back, see
what he does on Mr. Trent. The inquest

trick didn't work. I wonder what little
surprise he'll have up his sleeve this

time.

Come on.

I'd love to see Trent's face when we
read this.

Dear Mr. Trent, sorry to miss you at the
inquest.

Mr. Pritchard said something to me
before he died which I feel I should

tell you.

He said, why didn't they ask Evans?

Yours most basically, Robert Atfield.

Oh, darling, is that you?

Remember the time you fell off the
orchard wall when you broke your arm?

Bobby! I can still see you.

Teetering along the top of it, shouting,
I'm the Dark Avenger.

I'm dicing with death.

And it could have been a lot worse.

About nine, weren't you?

You never told her.

Said I tripped on your wheelbarrow.

You're doing it again.

What? Dicing with death.

Quite good, aren't you?

Thanks.

Any news from Trent? Anything?

No, nothing.

Oh, damn.

Well, it could be a good sign, though.

He'll be working out his next move.

Frankie. What?

You know Miss Marple?

Who?

What... What the hell is he up to?

I do so love the sea air, don't you?
Hello.

Any news for Mr Trent?

Sorry? I'm just wondering how poor Mr
Pritchard got here.

Pritchard?

I was trying to tell you.

What an enchanting lane!

I can't believe you told her. That's the
old woman.

She's not, actually.

Well? Could be our Mr.

Pritchard's.

Well, it could be anybody.

From London.

Mayfair. Lovely view of your house,
Bobby.

Reminds me of a film I saw during the
war.

The commandos in Crete stole a German
general's car with a wire coat hanger.

Is that the time?

Marge was expecting me back for
elevenses.

Though where they found a coat hanger on
a creek in the hillside, I've no idea.

Yes.

Oh, anything of interest? Actually, yes.
Nothing much. It's an old pipe and some

tobacco. And a hotel key. May I?

Look, he's marked somewhere.

Castle Savage.

Oh, miles from here. Castle Savage, no.

I seem to recall something. Right, well,
thanks for your help, Miss Marple.

You've been marvellous. You ready,
Bobby?

Right. Oh, bugger.

Bloody dinner parties, bloody mothers.

You could come.

Me?

Well... No, don't worry.

Probably organise some man for me
anyway.

Pongo or someone. Probably.

If you change your mind.

Anyway, better be going.

Right.

I love that.

My hero.

We got him, Miss Marple. Got who, dear?

Trent, of course. He tried to wipe out
Bobby.

He got our letter where we told him we
knew Pritchard's last words and they're

obviously highly incriminating. Oh, poor
darling, is it terribly painful?

A bit.

Right, come on.

What? Going to Castle Savage.

Castle Savage?

Why? Well, Pritchard ringed it on the
map. He was obviously going there or had

been there or something.

Maybe Trent will be there or Evans too.

And guess what?

Daddy knows Jack Savage.

The man who owns Castle Savage has an
enormous tea empire in China or

somewhere. Bad apple, apparently.

Anyway, he's dead.

And really suddenly, too.

Heart attack, so they say, six months
ago.

Oh, this is such a lark. Two dead bodies
and we haven't even got started.

Right, come on, Bobby.

No. What?

It's not a lark.

Someone tried to kill me. Which is the
proof we need, don't you... Wait.

I don't wait.

If that's what you want, I will.

Fine hero you turned out to be.

You see, you can do what she wants. I
don't care.

Good bloody riddance.

Quite, dear.

Thank you.

I've got you, madam.

You're all right.

This way.

No! I've got you.

Sorry. I've got you.

There.

You'll be all right.

I've got you, madam.

It's all right. It's all right.

There we are.

Who is it, Wilson?

Oh, dreadfully sorry.

Prang the Healy.

Daddy will be livid. Lord Derwent.

Won't help, will you?

Oh, God.

Oh, sorry.

Frankie Derwent. How do you... Sylvia
Savage.

Wilson.

What shall we do?

Send for the doctor, milady.

Send for the doctor.

Yes, that's right.

The doctor, Wilson.

Hurry.

Hello.

I'm Alec Nicholson. What happened?

You're jolly pretty.

Are you staying?

Dorothy! I'm so sorry, Lady Derwent. Oh,
Frankie, please.

Hello, Frankie.

Hello.

Dotty, you're in the way of the doctor.

He's not really a doctor, doctor,
though, are you, doctor? Dottie!

Out, please, get out!

It's all right.

It's going anyway.

Tom?

I saw her, yes.

Now, don't you worry.

I used to be a medic during the war.

I still remember most of it.

So what do you do now, then?

Psychiatry, actually.

I have a clinic over the way.

Tell me, how's that?

So what's that, then?

What?

Psycho what's-it.

Looking for the truth, I suppose.

Sounds rather terrifying.

And if you have something to hide...
Right.

I'm going to give you... One of these
little chaps.

And you should definitely stay.

So that we can keep an eye.

There.

Pop it down.

But now I see What one embrace can do
Look at me

It's got me loving you madly

That little kiss you stole Held all my

heart and soul

There you are. I thought you'd
skedaddled. Still here, I'm afraid.

Smashed her carport, darling.

Oh, dear. Nothing broken, I hope. No, I
don't think so.

Anyway, Dr. Watsit said I ought to stay.
So, sorry.

Excellent diagnosis, I'd say.

Roger.

Dotty. Poor Frankie.

She's supposed to be resting.

She does look better, I must say.

And you've met Roger.

A tonic for any girl.

Aren't you my darling?

Oh, do play something, Roger, please.

It's so wonderful to have music in the
house.

Don't you think so, Frankie?

How wonderful.

Frankie, will you stay to dinner
tomorrow?

We all have dinner together on Thursday.

Please, can she come, Mummy?

Of course she can, my darling.

Thank you.

I'd love to.

No one dresses up.

Apart from Evans, of course.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Wilson will mend it.

He's a marvellous member.

I feel a bit... I think I need to go
back to my room for a while.

I'll take you.

I'll take her.

Mummy got Roger in to teach me my
brother Tom the piano.

Trouble is, he's a hopeless teacher.
Tom's atonal. And I can't keep my eyes

off his trousers.

Who's Evan?

Clawed actively that everyone calls him
Evans. Worked for Daddy in China.

And that's Daddy.

The mighty Jack Savage.

Not so mighty now, obviously.

Ghastly death.

Riding foaming, apparently.

Weak heart, as they say. I don't think
so.

Don't you?

He didn't have a heart.

You must be Tom.

Hello.

Lost something. Sorry.

Did you find it?

No.

This is Roland.

Touch him if you like.

He won't bite.

A bit funny about snakes.

Would you like to meet Carly? Carly?

Hindu goddess of death.

My Malayan pit viper.

She's deadly.

Perhaps another time.

Hello? Guess what?

Frankie? I'm here.

Castle Savage.

Just thought you might like to know.

Pretended to crash the car.

Well... Did crash the car, actually, but
it was obviously a clever ruse as

they've taken me in.

They? To keep up with the savages.

Their creepy doctor tried to drug me.

Drug you?

Lady Savage is strange, too.

Her son wants me to look at his viper.

His viper? Anyway, Jack Savage died
horribly, apparently. And guess what?

He used to work with a certain Mr Evans.

He lives nearby. I've virtually cracked
it.

On my own.

What about Trent?

Trent?

Well, obviously, he'll be here too, I
imagine.

Frankie. I've got to go.

Sorry.

I'm feeling a bit better, actually, so I
thought I'd head off. Oh, Marjorie,

dear, I'm so sorry about this.

A very dear friend of mine has taken ill
in London. I have to visit her for a few

days. Oh, dear.

She sounded so poorly on the phone.

Marjorie, I wondered, London's so hectic
nowadays, if I might possibly prevail

upon Bobby to accompany me.

Bobby?

Now, you know what to do?

Yes.

You've got the key.

Yes.

You must use your wits now.

Not sure I have any.

Oh, yes, you have, my dear.

We wanted to meet this young lady.

Peter Peters.

How do you do?

Your little motor at the gate, I take
it.

Heading for Elliford, I believe.

That's right.

Hello.

I'm Evans.

You all right?

You just reminded me of someone, that's
all.

Dreadfully attractive, I trust? Oh,
dreadfully.

You worked for Lord Jack in China, I
gather?

It was quite a while ago.

A coffee, oh, madam?

Of course.

Who could that be?

Moira?

Hartley.

Sorry to go on.

Hereford, you say? Really?

Peters. Hereford, that's right. But your
motor, I couldn't help noticing, is

actually, um...

Entered away from Erfurt.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Lady Derwent.

Your governess has arrived, madam. My
what?

Oh, there she is.

I'm so sorry. Do forgive me for
intruding.

I saw the car crashed at the gate post,
oh dear.

But you've clearly been rescued. Thank
heavens.

Oh, you must be Lady Savage.

Do forgive me, please.

Jane Marple.

Bransky's governess. Well, I've been
retired many years now, but still keep

in touch, which is so lovely.

How do you do?

Yes. You got here just in the nick of
time, Miss Marple.

She was about to get arrested.

Heavens. Commander Peter there, ex-CID.

Knows that Sir Ladyship's motive was
edited away from Eriford. You'll be

tired of them, Dottie. Nothing escapes
your regal eye, does it, Commander?

But we weren't meeting in Hereford.

We were meeting in Little Thissenden at
the Rosebush Cafe.

Do you know it? It's the most delicious
lemon curd, which is that way, of

course. You must have realized you've
come too far and turned around.

I did.

Far too far. I turned around on the hill
to get back to Little Thissenden. Little

Thissenden, yes.

So there we are, Commander.

Everything's tickety-boo.

Whatever you say, my lady.

Would you all excuse me? So sorry, I
just need to... Wilson,

we'll see to your arrangement, Miss
Marple.

Wilson, a room next to Lady Derwent, if
it's not too much trouble.

Be like old times, won't it, frankly?

Of course.

Wilson?

I don't need any help, you know. Of
course you don't, dear.

Bobby is onto the Pritchard connection.

You remember the key on the bob? Well,
Bobby's rather missed the boat, I'm

afraid. Yes.

Also... What?

Downstairs. Did you feel it?

I can't quite put my finger on it, but
something's not right.

I wouldn't want to be here without a
friend.

I found this.

My room reeked of pipe.

Richard must have been there.

Yes? I'm in the hotel.

In his room.

Yes?

He's not called Pritchard.

He's called Carstairs.

John Carstairs.

Well done, Bobby.

And I found his diary. He's written
Savage on the 2nd.

Something on the 8th. A code or
something.

Oh, and a photograph.

You're a beautiful girl.

Moira. What does the code say? What does
the code say, Bobby?

Oh, um, nine on the eighth, F-N, ear, P
and P.

Oh, another map reference, probably.

Solicitors. Could be solicitors.

Just what we were thinking.

He was dead by the eighth, so he'd never
have got there. Oh, and by the way,

Bobby...

It's a jungle.

We had such excellent gardeners. What
happened to them?

Jack got rid of them.

Just before he died.

He placed them with those wretched
loafing boys.

Why on earth do we keep them?

Because they're cheap.

They're much prettier.

Everything's changing, isn't it?

The whole country's getting richer.

Apart from us, apparently.

The staff are all gone.

Tilly, the housemaid.

Edie, the kitchen girl. Gerald, the boot
boy.

And Flory, of course.

Mind you, she wouldn't really have
stayed. Poor little thing.

Only Mrs. Perkins and Wilson left.

You keep our bodies and souls alive
somehow, don't you, my darling?

Oh, such a struggle.

How about Roger paying his rent?

Roger doesn't pay rent, does he? No,
he's just a pianist, isn't he? I'm not

just a pianist, actually. Oh, stop it,
please, darling. What are you, then?

Yes, what exactly are you, Roger? Will
you all shut up, please?

Charming chicken, if I may say so.

It's haddock, actually.

I think we all need a bit of jungle in
our lives, don't you, Miss Marple?

As long as we can find our way out.

They're not all poisonous, my darling.
Some of them are quite polite.

What?

What are you doing, darling?

You said you'd stay at home.

I feel a bit better. I thought I'd come
over.

Is that all right?

Of course, darling.

Look behind me.

It's a drowned mouse.

I was about to ask. A frightful long
shot, but I had a friend in Newport

recently. Well, a friend of my father's,
really.

John Carstairs?

More headache, madam.

No, thank you.

Carstairs. Carstairs, yes.

Don't you remember Carstairs?

Do I? Asking all those questions. Of
course you remember him, Mother. Asking

about Dad's will, wasn't he? The will,
wasn't he, Mother? Stop it, Dorothy.

So he was here, yes.

Then he vanished.

Vanished?

You can blame me for that.

Told him to get packing.

Told him to his face.

Got the point, I think.

Where would I be without Commander
Peters?

I could see what he was after.

Seen it too many times.

Pray it on a grieving widow. So, where
is the money, actually?

It's in six months since Dad carked it.
Quiet!

Quiet! Both of you!

I beg your pardon.

Shut up!

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

This has nothing to do with you.

Very pretty, isn't she?

Who?

Moira. I suppose so.

Anyway, didn't you notice?

I just quite brilliantly discovered, if
I do say so myself, that Carstairs was

here. And not only that, they all met
him.

When he was asking about the will, yes.

But didn't you notice how they all
reacted?

The children were rather upset.

Yes, yes, the children. But you're
missing something much more important.

Am I, dear?

Who didn't react?

Oh.

Evan! Miss Marple, he just carried on
eating his chicken.

Adam. Eric.

Anne, I mentioned Jack's name to Evan
just before you arrived, and he

positively froze.

Oh, sorry.

I'm Moira.

Hello, dear.

I talked to his wife.

We weren't introduced.

Everything went a bit crazy tonight.

My fault, I'm afraid.

Your fault? Yes.

Did you hear it?

Hark, ah, the nightingale.

What triumph there, what pain.

Not cold, are you, dear?

I know, I'm fine, thank you.

You're very lucky, Frankie, to have such
a sweet person in your life.

Your husband seems very sweet.

Oh, yes, Alex Marble.

So, trouble is, I rely on him so much.

It's his own fault.

Has this effect, you see.

Stares at you with those great deep
eyes. Women fall for that kind of thing,

don't they?

I've got no right to get upset.

It's just... She spends so much time
with her and I... Silly, really.

End up spying on them and things.

Coming to dinner uninvited.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

No, it's fine, really.

I mean, it's been dreadful for her.

I know she's in grief. He keeps telling
me.

Honestly, why?

Why, dear?

Jack never loved Sylvia. Everyone knew
that.

Spent all his time chasing everybody
else. As soon as he saw a woman, you

know, he couldn't help himself.

Addicted, Alex says.

Just kept on and on.

She knew it.

Just wouldn't admit it, that's all.

Did he chase you?

Ever since we arrived.

Did you tell anyone about this?

Your husband?

Evans told him.

Moira, what are you doing?

We were listening to the nightingales.

Finished at the castle, darling? Yes,
all done.

You should really be inside, you know.

I've got Roger's coat.

Yes, I see.

Come along now.

Good night, ladies.

Well, it's obvious who it is, isn't it?

Jack's a monster.

So, Evans murders him.

Carstairs comes along, finds out, Evans
follows him and pushes him over the

cliff. But Carstairs recognises him,
which is why he said we should ask

Evans. There.

Solved.

They weren't quite his words, were they,
then?

Well, near as damn it.

Frankie, dear, you have a very sharp
mind.

Thank you.

But you must beware of distractions.

Distractions?

I'll get another mallet.

You know what happened, don't you?

Sorry? You passed it, don't you?

Come on, partner.

Ah, wait a minute.

Just, like...

Robert. Sorry to disturb you, madam.
I've brought madam's clothes, madam.

Well, perhaps you'd like to take them to
Miss Marple, please, Robert.

Might I inquire where I might find Miss
Marple, madam?

I'll show you.

Come on.

Might I inquire if madam might want some
help with her mallet, madam?

Missed a bit.

Snappy moustache.

At least I'm making an effort.

More than some people.

Well, at least I haven't been swanning
about in Knightsbridge.

Swanning about?

Mm-hm.

Come on, Robert. I want to see my face
in it.

You'll have to be quite the case sewn up
if you want to know. Meeting the chief

suspect this afternoon, actually.

What are we doing?

Going for a spin?

We've been invited to tea, I gather.

With Mr Evans.

Great. Let's hawk her.

Oh, lovely. Your man can take her. Good
idea.

Robert.

Certainly, madam.

Loves orchids.

It's a bit of a tight fit, I'm afraid.

Oh, we'll manage fine.

I like your insolence, Robert.

What's this?

Don't touch, darling.

That is Disculum septa serpenti lingua.

My little serpent orchid.

Kill you as quick as lick it, you
wouldn't it, Claude?

Certainly would, my darling.

Where's the Paphia one? The incredibly
rare one?

A Paphia pedunum.

From China.

Crushed and imbibed by the emperors.

Kept them primed, so to speak, for a
month.

Exhausting.

Jack's favourite.

I wouldn't have thought Jack was a
flower lover.

Jack?

No.

This was just a business.

Commodities.

That's all they were to him. Not for
you, though, are they, Mr. Evans?

No.

No, they're not.

They're my darling children, if you must
know, and they're all I have.

Jack was trying to get rid of them,
wasn't he?

I thought he was my friend.

I was nothing.

Just a middleman.

Sorry.

But it's rather what you are here, isn't
it, Mr. Evans? A middleman, right

between the doctor's house and the
castle.

Wonderful views of each.

My godfathers, Miss Marple.

You should see what I see in and out of
that clinic.

There's an actress, barrister, three
judges.

A politician with a strange proclivity.

And that man off What's My Line.

Goodness. And other things, Claude.
Other things?

Gosh. What? Well, the terrible rouse
between Daddy and the Doctor for a

start.

Moira. Doctor.

I don't see why we can't talk about it.
He's dead, isn't he?

She used to sit there sobbing, little
Moira.

Poor little squirrel, she didn't know
what to do. Now it's as bad with Alec.

You know how jealous he gets.

She argued us back.

I tell her not to. She'll push him too
far, you know.

Then one day he'll really... Really
what?

Sorry.

Don't like it when men bully women.

What a gallant young chauffeur.

Where is it?

What have you done with the will?

To know what you're talking about.

Sorry, Wilson.

You've no idea.

No idea at all.

That is correct, madam.

Lord Jack Savage, recently deceased.

And the first lord, George.

His elder brother, my lady's previous
husband.

Wasn't there a tragedy, I seem to
remember reading, in China?

A tragedy, yes, madam. Didn't he lose
his life there, Lord George?

More than his life, madam.

George brought me to live here after we
married.

Such happy days.

A time of... enchantment, really.

Laughter.

Parties.

Music.

Look at them leaving about.

So, when did you meet Jack?

Well, not till... China, not...
Properly, anyway.

At the court of the emperor, would you
believe?

Who, ye?

I, except he wasn't a real emperor, just
a puppet of the Japanese.

Very handsome in his saddle-row suits,
but... a joke, really.

He gave them China on a plate.

George could see it happening, but...

He just shouted at them.

Said they killed him.

Oh, my dear.

Oh, Jack knew it was the Japanese.

Jack knew everything.

He was very well connected.

Very charismatic and charming.

Jack got us both out.

Said that if we didn't go now, well,
he'd heard rumours.

What they did to European girls.

I was a...

child myself.

Jack left you a very wealthy woman.

I don't know what he did in China, and I
don't care.

But the way they're grasping for it, my
own children, they sicken

me, frankly.

Dr. Nicholson!

Miss Marple!

Look, I found a photo of your wife.

Where did you find that?

Oh, it's so beautiful here.

Perfect place to heal the mind.

You must have been thrilled when Lord
Jack offered it to you.

Well, it was Moira, actually.

She'd already met Jack.

Enchanted him completely, I'm sure.

I'm not surprised you fell in love with
her.

Yes.

Anyway... That's right.

She was my nurse, actually.

I went as a psychiatrist, but they
needed doctors.

Well, I was still pretty au fait. You
could still tie a bandage. Exactly.

Wield a syringe.

Right.

So... Moira and I fell in love. How
romantic.

Is that Amber Flush or Amber Queen?

Sorry? May I?

Amber Queen, I think. It's quite
intoxicating, isn't it?

Oh, please.

Do you recall when love was old?

So, how did you... Why not here?

Well,

I was playing in a club in Soho,
actually.

Pretty much on the ropes.

And one day, Alec and Moira walk in.

Out of the blue. And we get talking, you
know.

And Alec says he knows this millionaire
who's absolutely loaded, Roger.

And his wife wants their kids to learn
the piano.

And that I could just live there.

Just... Just what, Roger?

Just waiting for the money, aren't you?

Except she said... Did she?

Well, I've got a surprise for you,
Roger. I've seen the will. And if you

think you're getting your... Well, I've
seen the will.

And if you think you're getting any...
If you think... Well, I've got certain

means. How dare you?

How dare you?

Have you just accused me of...

How dare you? Is that what you think?

Bastard!

I'm sorry, Frankie.

You've got to get out.

What?

You heard the poison he was spouting.
There are bad things here, Frankie.

You've got to leave.

Sorry.

Bugger.

Sorry.

You've got to get out.

That's all.

But just so you'll see me again.

But not here.

Somewhere different, somewhere safe.

Robert?

It's all right. I thought it was... Can
you move it?

Thank you.

You're probably wondering what I'm
doing.

No, I... They all say, poor little
Moira. I don't know what's going on. I'm

a child.

I know what's going on.

Why can't he just tell me he's not in
love with her? He just wants her money.

He's not in love with me.

He doesn't even notice me.

I think you're the most noticeable
person I've ever noticed.

I've got to get back.

Here.

I'm Moira, by the way.

I know.

May I?

So, uh... Cracked it, I think.

Sorry? The doctor.

Evans, actually.

No. Look, I've been on this case for
three whole days while you've been

chasing Moira around, and I've been
conclusively, it's Evans.

Evans, Evans, Evans, Evans, Evans,
Evans, Evans.

I don't know why you're looking so smug.
He still did it.

Commander, would you mind terribly
reading the note again, please?

Certainly, Lady Derwent.

My life of sin is no longer bearable.

Goodbye, dear Sylvia Claude. May I,
Commander?

Identical handwriting, you see.

Not quite identical, actually.

Look at the L's.

Very inconsistent looping. I think you'd
have inconsistent looping, young man, if

you was about to stuff yourself with
orchids.

Each flower has been neatly decapitated.

Now, why would he do such a cold and
cruel thing to, what did he call them,

his darling children? If I might be able
to dabble for a brief moment in the

psychiatrist's domain. I think that you
should order an immediate post-mortem,

Commander. Madam,

Lady Savage has been distressed enough
recently. Commander, a cruel and

unnecessary death has occurred.

I do think one should be utterly certain
of the circumstances before the veil is

finally drawn, don't you?

Evans kills Jack, then pushes Carstairs
over the cliff, then tries to run you

over, then tops himself.

It's blindingly obvious.

There was silence before we could ask
him. What?

Like Carstairs was silenced when he was
pushed over the cliff.

Evans wasn't the killer.

What? Why didn't they ask Evans?

We know his last words. Ask...

Evans. Obviously, Evans knew something.

Interesting. Our Mr. Trent, or whoever
called himself Mr. Trent, knew Mr.

Carsteer's last words as well, of
course. Well, yes, we wrote to Trent,

but Trent is Evans, and Evans is dead.

What? I saw him.

Saw what, here? Nothing.

What did you see, Bobby?

I simply saw Roger heading for Evans'
house at exactly the same time... Don't

think he was going to poison you with
half his bloody orchids. Anyway, last

night you thought it was the doctor. I
can't keep up with you.

Roger, I'm going to ask you a question,
and I'm just going to ask it so we know

where we are.

You were seen leaving the castle and
headed towards Evans' house last night

just before he died.

I wasn't going to Evans' house.

Where were you going?

To the doctor's, actually.

Why? Why, Roger?

Why, Roger?

Because I was feeling unwell.

You were seeing Moira?

Don't be ridiculous.

You were. You were seeing Moira. Dotty!

You were, weren't you? You're having an
affair, aren't you?

Are you two having an affair? I guess.

Yes.

Yes, we are.

We were.

We're not anymore.

You've actually been... Stop it!

Who saw me?

I did.

The bloody chauffeur. Not a chauffeur,
actually.

I am actually... Lady Durban's friend.

And we are investigating the murder of
John Carstairs.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would ask you
all to kindly remain on the premises.

Not now, Peters.

Very good, my lady.

He called me a chauffeur. You are a
chauffeur. I'm not a chauffeur. You've

been so bloody impetuous.

I'm sorry. Oh, you're obviously
delighted about Roger. Proves he's a

laugh and a cheater. Well done.

Still, Moira's not as innocent as she
looks.

You don't even know her. I think we
should keep our voices down.

What's the point? Everything's blown
now.

Wilson?

No, no, I'm sorry. Mr. Wilson, this is
important. Ladies, have it. You mustn't

be disturbed.

Oh, my God.

As I thought.

Hello, Jane. Mummy?

What are you all doing?

Please, miss, don't come in.

Hello, Dottie, darling.

I'm so sorry, my darling.

What's the matter, Mummy? Why are you
talking like that? What's the matter

with her?

You see, Dorothy, my dear...

She's not having an affair with the
doctor.

That's just an affair with Alec.

He's obsessed with Moira. He's just
delivering your supplies, isn't he, Lady

Savage? And then it's up to you, isn't
it, Mr Wilson?

Quite an expert after all these years.

You're disgusting, Wilson.

You too, my darling.

You too.

It was the what?

The pain.

She said it was the pain.

The pain.

If you

see Frankie, will you tell her it's

over? Don't run, I'm sorry.

Does Nicholson know about you two?

No, he can't.

At least I don't think he can.

Where is she now?

Well, she's in the house.

But Nicholson won't let me in. He says
he's got a patient.

She's in the house with the doctor? Yes.

Right.

Well, I'm coming too.

Where's Moira, Doctor?

You're the funny chauffeur. I'm not a
chauffeur. Where is she, Alec? I have a

patient here in a very delicate state.
This is the first time she has spoken in

three months.

Any sudden noise, any noise at all, any
shock at all, at all of my work with her

will be absolutely wasted. So just go
away! Go away now, please, very quietly.

Now, please, if you don't, don't lose
your temper with me, Ali. I'm not losing

my bloody temper!

Right,

come on.

The Sherpa detective.

I am not... You've got to listen to
this, Peter. I don't think so, sir.

I'm in charge of this investigation now.
If you care to follow me, please.

Ah, Miss Marple. Just in time.

I am now able to reveal that a substance
of a highly alien and toxic nature has

been located in Mr. Evans' bloodstream.

Deadly snake venom.

You'd like to make your mark, wouldn't
you, young man?

For once in your lonely, cloistered
life, make a name for yourself.

I know.

How about extracting the venom from a
Malayan pit viper and poisoning a lonely

old flower lover?

Commander, you don't seem to realize...
Why me, sir?

That'd make a splash of the old lady,
wouldn't it?

The snake murderer of Castle Savage.

The black cap.

The march to the scaffold.

You could join the gallery of famous
murderers, couldn't you, sir?

Commander, Frankie, Miss Marple. He
didn't do it. He didn't tell them, Tom.

I know he didn't.

Then who was it then?

Was it you, Miss?

No, it wasn't me.

I know it wasn't.

It wasn't Tom either.

Because I happen to know that extracting
snake venom of a highly venomous snake

requires certain implement and
professional expertise.

That's what we've been trying... Will
you let me please finish that, you sir?

Now, one final question, young man.

How did you first come by this highly
venomous snake? It was a gift.

Who from, sir? From Dr. Nicholson.

Well, that's what I was trying to...

I wasn't in the flying squad for 40
years for nothing, Miss Marple. I can

see that, Commander.

She could be in bloody Timbuktu for all
I know. Where is she? Oh, just go away!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Whoopee!

Moira. Moira.

Moira. Moira, are you there?

Where are you?

Mrs. Microtop!

Eric Mayhew Nicholson, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murdering Claude Arthur

Evans.

It can't be him. It wasn't him.

It wasn't.

Tom, I need to see the will.

The one Mr Carstairs gave you.

He said he'd come back, but he didn't.
Yes, I know.

There's something wrong with it, isn't
there?

That's why he told her to keep it.

He changed it.

Left everything to a bloody orphanage.
He hated children.

Why a bloody orphanage in China?

And the day before he died.

That's not his solicitor. Manning was
his solicitor.

And Mr Snape, who were the witnesses, G.

Sparks, T.

Wilkins. Never heard of them.

Didn't want Dorothy and me witnessing
anything, obviously. That's why he sent

us away.

To the Isle of Wight, wasn't it?

Could have asked Flory.

Why didn't they ask her?

Flory? The nurse made it. She could have
witnessed it.

Flory didn't go with you.

That's if they're here to give him his
heart drugs. He just wanted to latch

over her. Well, poor Flory.

Lord Jack fired the gardeners when you
were away on the Isle of Wight. You came

home to new gardeners. Mrs. Fox and Mr.
Wilkins, is that right?

Yes, that's right. And Lord Jack already
dead?

Yes. Now, I really... One more question,
Mr. Wilson, please.

How were you informed?

of your trip to the Wright Hotel.

A scribbled note, as usual, saying that
everything was arranged and he'd get

everybody out of his sight.

That's how he did things.

Not like his brother, Lord George.

I really don't recall.

I think you do.

They were different times, weren't they?

What did you call them?

A time of enchantment.

Music.

When they married.

And then Brother Jack walked in.

It is one of the great human mysteries.

Why we are so prepared to destroy all
that is good and decent.

All for a pair of black eyes.

Then the world intruded, didn't it, Lady
Savage?

China.

China.

And the rules no longer applied.

You can't protect her now, Mr. Wilson,
from the memories.

They're all coming back, aren't they, my
dear?

You knew, didn't you?

Knew Jack had his brother murdered.

But it was too much to bear, wasn't it?

You knew you had lost the man who really
loved you.

Knew it in your soul.

You thought you could forget, didn't
you? Forget?

So much to forget.

Please, is that why you couldn't love
your children?

Because you couldn't forget?

Because of the grief?

Is that why you could never be a real
mother to them?

They're like orphans, aren't they? No,
please!

Miss Marple, I beg you.

Your heart goes out to them, doesn't it,
Wilson?

To poor Tom and Dorothy.

Is it them?

Is it Wilson?

Or is it...

Oh, you're going?

Yeah.

Well, I just wanted to say... What?

She's gone now.

Out of my life.

Lucky you.

Can I... Frankie.

There's just one thing I've got to do
first.

It's Sylvia's birthday, actually.

Tomorrow.

I feel like I've got to go, really.

After, you know, everything she's been
through.

Then I'll be free.

And then we can be together.

Poor darling.

I had no idea about Alex. So dreadful.

Thank goodness for this young man.

Yes, thank goodness.

You're going away?

To France, yes.

But it's your birthday tomorrow.

I'd rather forget about it anyway. We
always do your birthday.

Oh, little face.

Don't worry about my life.

You've got your own back now.

Haven't you?

I hope so.

Just... Well... Wanted to thank you.

Ah.

Well... Don't forget me.

Flat as well?

Both flat.

You were right about the doctor.

You did all the work.

We both did all the work.

You make it up with Roger?

He's asked me to wait.

Wait? Until after Sylvia's birthday.

I wouldn't ask you to wait.

Wouldn't you?

Anyway, good luck.

Thanks.

Good luck with Moira.

Thanks.

What? She mentioned it too.

Who? Moira.

Mentioned what?

Sylvia's birthday.

Hello?

Who's that?

Oh, Moira, thank goodness.

Hello, darling.

We've come to celebrate.

but it's not my birthday till tomorrow.

Still don't know who we are, do you?

My God.

You're not just for dead, you...

Dear Uncle Jack.

Is it all coming back?

Hello, Mummy.

Alice and Michael, darling.

You've come home.

Michael was luckier than me.

I found a nice English family. They put
him in a home. I wasn't so fortunate.

I had to stay to entertain the soldier.

Do you know what they made her do?

Do you have any idea?

any idea.

Not quite what you're used

to, I'm afraid.

This is mixed with a little snake venom.

The snake I got Alec to give Tom for his
birthday.

Oh,

my

God.

Wilson!

I heard every word, Miss Alice.

Well, we're all here.

Why didn't you go? I let you go.

I did mean it, Frankie.

I do mean it.

Everything I said, I... Oh, shut up,
Michael!

She's a fifth second from the needle.

Put the gun down, Charles.

Well, that was a waste of time, wasn't
it?

Are we ready?

Then I'll begin, Michael.

Isn't that all you're going to do, dear?

Just kill her?

Don't you want her to know how you did
it?

You've exquisitely planned this moment
for so many years.

I'm sure once the venom enters her
bloodstream, she'll be in far too much

agony to take much of it in.

You seem to know all about it, Miss
Marple.

I just observed, dear.

Then perhaps you tell us what you've
observed, and I'll tell you if you're

right.

Would you mind putting the needle down,
please? The sight of a needle really

makes me quite giddy.

Still dread the dentist.

Always have done such a card.

If you wouldn't mind.

Thank you so much.

Well, um, for a start, he had no idea,
had he, Dr. Nicholson, that he was

passing on such fatal knowledge.

And always like answering girls'
questions. Makes them feel superior.

How the venom of the Malay pit viper,
for example, can replicate the symptoms

of a critical cardiac ansemia.

Isn't that what it's called?

Poor Jack.

He must have been beside himself with
joy that evening when you dropped round

to say you changed your mind about his
offer.

Poisoning Jack was, one could say,
child's play.

But now the real drama began.

Your next job was to disguise yourself,
wasn't it, Roger?

Michael. I'm so sorry. Michael.

So good at mimicry and disguises.

I'm sure you made an excellent Mr.

Trent at the inquest of your cousin, Mr.
Carstairs.

You really should have been an actor.

Oh, and an excellent forger, too.

Such as...

Suicide notes.

And the note to Mr. Wilson, telling him
to take Lady Savage and the family to

the Isle of Wight.

And the note to Flory, the nursemaid,
telling her to take the afternoon off.

Oh, and by the way, would she send up
the gardeners before she went?

That is, the new gardeners, of course.
The old ones had been fired, hadn't

they? They were needed to witness a
will.

Lord Jack Savage's new will.

Am I right so far?

Go on.

So then a solicitor arrived.

Not the usual solicitor, no. A new
solicitor, a Mr Snape.

Who let them in, I wonder? The new
solicitor and the new gardeners.

Well, it should have been Flory, of
course, because she was the one person

left in the house.

But she'd been given the afternoon off,
so clearly a brand new nursemaid let

them in.

And the reason why nobody who knew him
could be there was because the Jack that

Roger created had just made a rather
drastic change to his will.

Not that the new gardeners would have
cared.

Hadn't even bothered to wash their
hands.

Jack's money was left at the Huanghou
Orphanage in Shanghai.

You won't see a penny, will you, Lady
Savage, but that's all right, isn't it?

It's a small price to pay. All this
foul, filthy money.

I was happy he was leaving it to the
little lost children of China.

I want all the children in all the world
to have all the money.

I want...

All the children in all the world to
smile and

take away this pain.

You think that gets you off the hook?
You really think that you're pathetic?

Don't. Sorry, I hadn't quite finished.
May I? The story?

The moment it all changes. What do they
call it?

The twist? Go on.

Well, it was all going so well, wasn't
it? You killed Jack, organised the

money, now all that was left was to
prepare for this final moment.

And then, oh dear, Mr Carstairs arrived,
Jack's old compadre. You hadn't reckoned

with him, had you?

I can't believe that any of you have
taken this work seriously. Still here,

are you going to protect the will? You
know as well as I do. He knew something

was wrong.

traveled all the way from China to
investigate.

And he wouldn't let it go like a
terrier, our Mr. Carstairs.

So many questions.

But I showed him the will.

I wouldn't get a penny.

I told him I didn't care.

Give it to the orphanage.

Give it to the children.

But he did care.

He knew it was a forgery because he knew
Jack.

He was close, so very close, when he
went on that last fatal journey.

But you never thought to ask why he was
there, did you? So, why was he there?

Looking for Evans, of course.

Evans was here? Oh, yes, yes, indeed.
Claude Evans was here.

You killed him to frame him, poor man.

But there's another Evans, you see.

You still don't know that, do you?

What other Evans?

He was so close.

He just couldn't answer that final
question.

Why?

Why?

Why didn't they ask Evans?

Why didn't they ask Evans what?

To witness the will, of course.

Why go to all that trouble of sacking
and hiring and impersonating when all

they had to do was ask... What Evans?

Who's this man, Evans?

Ah, you see, now, that's the mistake.

Oh, isn't it? It's such an easy thing to
do, assuming Evans was a man, whereas

all along it was a woman, a young woman,
a nursemaid, in fact.

Flory Evans.

Why couldn't they ask her, Miss Marple?
Because, my dear, she would have

recognised Roger instantly.

But they needed her there. She had to be
there to discover Jack.

To witness the sudden onset of his
so-called illness.

I want to die.

Do it, darling.

Oh, I know.

Let me have it. Give it to me.

And we'll do it.

Wilson and I will do it.

Wilson's very good.

Plenty of practice.

Good, see?

Get on with it.

Get it over with.

Go on.

What I still don't get is, why was
Cartho looking for Evans here?

Oh, hadn't I explained that bit?

I'm so sorry.

Mrs Roberts?

More cake, is it?

May one call you Flory?

Florence, actually, madam.

Flory was my last job. When you were
Evans?

That's right, yes, madam.

Nursemaid to Sir Jack Savage?

Yes, I was.

Not wishing to speak ill of the dead.

Randy Bugger.

If you take my meaning.

Quite. But you're happy now?

Oh, yes, indeed.

Married to Mr Roberts now.

Treats me like the ruddy Princess
Margaret. If you pardon my French.

That's all you can ask, isn't it?

Someone who treats you right. Like
there's diamonds on your soul.

Lady Diamond, what an honour.

Roberts, this is not the correct China.

It's not Roberts, Mother.

It's Florence.

I beg your pardon?

Cliff walk, anyone?