All language subtitles for 03 The Blue Geranium

I'm sorry.

She's upstairs in bed.

Look, I said I'll do it, and I will, in
my own time.

Now, please, stop ringing me here.

The protection of the spirits of the
wind, the earth, and the fire, and the

water around me.

Spirits, not to let evil cross the
boundary into this room tonight.

Spirits, please help me.

Help me, please.

Ah, Carol.

Tell her I'll take breakfast in the
store this morning, please.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Pritchard?

Mrs. Pritchard?

Mrs. Pritchard?

Mary?

Mary!

Mary!

Oh no!

George?

George?

What is it?

Victor Pritchard.

You should see this.

Look at the

drain.

It's the wasp season already, Miss
Marple. Oh, so I see.

Hope you're killing them humanely, John.

Nasty little predators.

What's the point of a wasp, Miss Marple?

I've never worked it out. I don't know.

I'm sure they have their place.

Garden's going to look wonderful again
this year, Miss.

I think so.

Especially if we can get rid of these
blikers.

Are you all right, Miss Marple?

Yes.

Hello, yes. I wonder, isn't it possible
to speak to Detective William Somerset?

Yes, I believe he has a hearing in front
of the Old Bailey today. Your name,

please? Yes, my name is Jane Marple.

One moment, please.

Detective Somerset, there's a telephone
call for you, sir.

It's a Miss Jane Marple. Oh, for
goodness sake. No, I don't want to talk

to her. Tell her to go away. I've got a
murderer to hang. Only put it more

politely than that.

He won't come to the phone. Perhaps you
could call back later, madam.

Goodbye.

Oh, Jane.

Jane.

Godland Yard.

Hello, yes. I wonder, could you tell me
where I can find Sir Henry Clitherin?

I'm terribly sorry, but as I've
explained to you, this is a gentleman's

club. Yes, I know, but I have travelled
some distance already today and I need

to see Sir Henry Clithering on a matter
of some urgency. Jane!

Oh, what is it?

Well, it's this, Sir Henry. Excuse me.

They're going to hang the wrong person
for murder.

Thank you so much.

I think you'd better come through. But,
Sir Henry, ladies are not allowed beyond

the desk, sir. I'm a trustee. Make an
exception.

Excuse me. Thank you.

You need to stop the hearing, Henry, or
there will be terrible consequences.

Are you familiar with the case?

Well, yes, but I retired from Scotland
Yard some time ago. You know, I carry no

authority there.

But you can get to the people in
authority, whereas I can't, and I need

to. Calm down, Jane.

Have you ever known me to be wrong, Sir
Henry?

In all the years you've known me?

No. Well, I was wrong here.

I was there when it happened, and I've
got it wrong.

Do you remember when old Mrs Challoner
died in St Mary Mead?

Challoner was murdered?

No, no, no, no, no. But when she died,
she had a knitting basket that was full

of abandoned projects, and they were so
entangled that one simply couldn't

unravel them. Well, that's how I think
of this case, this blue geranium murder.

It became so knotted that it was
difficult to tell one thing from the

other. Tell me what happened, Jane, and
then tell me why it's wrong.

I'd been invited to the West Country to
visit a friend, Dermot Milewater.

He lives in a village called Little
Ambrose, and to get there, you have to

catch a bus from the train station in
Fathersby.

There was one other person on the bus.

And he was in a mood to talk.

I love nature, don't you?

I love the bareness of the trees and the
clouds.

Yes, yes, I do.

My heart leaps up when I behold a
rainbow in the sky.

Wordsworth. Yes, yes.

And I don't mind saying that I've been
through a tunnel, Mrs... Marple, Miss

Marple. Eddie Seward, or just Ed, or
Eddie. Eddie, Eddie.

As I came through the tunnel, I saw a
crocus.

Saw it out the window, an early white
crocus.

And it was beautiful. It was
terrifically beautiful.

And I thought, I've never really seen
nature as being beautiful before, and I

should have done.

I should have done. And then my heart
leaped up like in the words where it

jumped.

Do you think God

is in nature, Miss Mabel?

I think he is.

I think he shows us how terrifically
beautiful the world is. Could really be.

Are you going to Little Ambrose, Mr.

Stewart?

I'm going to force the moment to its
crisis.

What moment to what crisis?

Surrounded by such beauty, I... I feel I
will.

I feel I can do it, yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

No, no, dear. But I come bearing gifts.

Beautiful, thank you.

Well, it's been too long, Jane.

Yes, yes, it has.

Excuse me.

Mr Stewart, do you know where you're
going?

Ah, yes, thank you. It's a beautiful
village.

What a beautiful day.

I have a wonderful feeling.

Everything's going my way.

Oh, hello, darling. You're up.

Will you be writing?

Yes, of course.

Now, you know full well they're not for
you.

She can't eat them all, can she?

You know, there once was a man called
Daniel Lambert, the fattest in England.

Don't be mean about my sister. I'm not.

And when he died, the undertakers had to
smash through the window at the front of

the house to get his corpse out because
he was so fat he didn't fit through his

own front door.

Am I talking to myself again?

I am, you know.

I am talking to myself.

Yes. Oh, Jane, this is Hester. This is
my niece, Robert's daughter.

No. Well, I remember you when your
father had the parish at St Marymead.

You were this tall. I remember St
Marymead very fondly. Is it still as

pretty? It is.

But this is, I think, the prettiest
village I know.

And with a much more impressive church.

Yes, well, as impressive as it may be,
it might not be here for much longer.

We've had some trouble with subsidence
on the South Wall.

Uncle Dermot's raised funds to dig out
the foundations.

It was a botched job, Jane.

They completely ruined it.

Can't the diaries see still?

No. But we have a plan.

There's a generous millionaire in the
village now, Mr Trans Europa Airlines,

who bought Summerlee at auction when
Major Frame died, lock, stock and

barrel. Not all the contents.

Hester's cook at Summerlee now?

Yes.

And our plan is that today, when he's
made captain of the golf club, we're

praying he'll be in a benevolent mood.

Where is she? George, she says you can
honk the horn all you like, but it's

giving her a migraine. Well, well, he
honked it twice.

And anyway, she's decided she's not
going to come.

Why not?

Here, let me help you. No, no.

Thanks, George.

She's had her horoscope read this
morning over the telephone.

Oh, no. She wants you to ring Dr. Frane.

Things are going to fall apart today.

That's what he said.

It's a black day.

The moon is in Mars or something.

He said there were omens.

Omens, George?

Pass me the chocolates.

Where are they?

He said I should stay inside or bad
things will happen to me.

Not these, the truffles, you useless
woman.

And we should all stay here.

No golf. Stay here in this sanctuary
with me.

Except you.

You can go wherever you like, Nurse
Copling. You're annoying today. I hope

bad things happen to you.

Darling, you said you were looking
forward to going to the golf club. You

were going to wear your new dress, which
everyone was going to admire.

Darling, they're expecting you.

Yes. They're expecting me to lie dying
on the floor.

So they can...

turned around laughing at me whilst I
lied dying.

Thanks

for

coming, Fray. No problem.

I'll have to be at the golf club by
three o'clock.

I'll go there as soon as I can. Is she
in her room?

Yeah, follow the noise.

He said a black day, Johnny.

And do you know how sensitive I am?

Is that your magic medicine?

Yes.

That works for me.

It settles me. I know.

George brought some hyacinths in from
the greenhouse thinking that would

settle me.

But nothing settles me like you, Johnny.

Will you stay close to me at the golf
club?

Yes, of course.

Will you watch over me all the time?

So that afternoon, Sir Henry, most of
little Ambrose turns up at the golf

club. And I learn from Dermot that
George Pritchard's brother, Lewis, is a

penniless writer and married to Mary
Pritchard's sister, Philippa.

Two brothers have married two sisters?
Yes, and that afternoon there was

something very strange going on between
the brothers.

George!

What happened to your nose?

You need to give me 20 quid. I owe
Pilger 20 quid. I haven't got it.

Well, he did that to you.

Yeah, I was walking here. He draws up in
that car. He says things will get a lot

worse if I don't pay up.

Though you need any money, you're going
to have to go through Mary.

No! Because she needs to know that the
money's going to get to her sister and

not some bloody bookmaker.

George.

George.

Are you really that much under her
thumb?

I know you like having a big wad around
more than most people learn in a month.

I know you can pay this.

And you don't need to tell her.

Next time, don't bother asking me. You
go to Mary.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry I'm late.

Did you bring the fruit pies?

No. No, I'm afraid I didn't have time.
Oh, not to worry, not to worry.

Just hope we've got enough to go around.

Hazel's an artist, Miss Marple. We have
to allow her a little dreaminess.

Hello.

Jane Marple. Nice to meet you.

Are all these people admiring my dress,
Johnny?

Yes, they are.

And what was George speaking to my
sister, the useless husband, about? Was

it money?

He handed over about £20.

It'll be for the bookmakers again.
Right.

And where is George now?

Where is he?

He's with Reverend Marlwater.

Is he?

Well, I bet I can tell you what that's
about.

Well, it escalates every day.

Well, the diocese think that they
could... Make runs available by the end

of the year, but at that time the whole
thing could have collapsed completely.

I hope it does, the miserable boys.

Darling. How much are they after this
time, George?

I mean, you people are shameless.

We have been back here two years and
already we've forked out to redevelop

the golf course, the cricket pavilion,
dig out the culvert.

It's like being stuck in a nightmare
village of Oliver Twist going more,

more, more.

how much you've cost by messing up those
renovations.

Well, it's in the region of... Because
you're not going to get any.

And I'll tell you why.

Because I hate that miserable little
church.

I hate the way it denies the true old
patterns of the world, the horoscopes

and the auras and all of the true
things.

I hate the way it bores people to death
every Sunday through this little failure

of a preacher.

Oh, ask everyone here. They all think
you're boring.

They all think you're a weight of fate.

So no money.

Well, I am done now, so... So you can
all stop gawping.

Shall we go outside to perform the
ceremony for the new captain?

Just ignore her, Reverend.

If she can say one spiteful thing, she
can say a handful.

She makes her husband's life misery too,
by all accounts.

Perhaps any consolation. But God forgive
me, but if George Pritchard were to

brain his wife with a hatchet, there's
not a soul in this village that wouldn't

acquit him.

Couldn't you have stopped her?

No one can stop her, darling. But you
can.

Maybe she's right.

Maybe people are beginning to sponge off
them.

Wish me luck with the speech.

Ladies and gentlemen, since George
Pritchard came to Little Ambrose and

bought Summerley from my late father,
we've a lot to thank him for.

The cricket pavilion, work on the back
nine, and many other small projects that

have improved our community are down to
George's generosity.

So it's a pleasure to invite him to
accept the captaincy of our club, taking

over from the many years of service of
my father, and to perform the ceremonial

drive of the first team. Let's see if he
can beat our captain's record.

held by our latest captain, Mrs Hartop,
at 183 yards.

Phenomenal distance, considering she's a
woman.

I'd do well to be that.

Lewis, are your kids out spotting? Yeah,
they're down there.

They've been very optimistic.

Are you worried, Mrs Hartop?

No, you're not worried, are you, love?

She's seen him play.

Oh. And it's the trees by the river.

Shall we get a second go?

No. You know, my kids will never find
that, George. They've been there for

years, come out looking like Rip Van
Bloody Winkle.

Oh, God.

Quick, turn him over.

Is he dead?

Come here.

Come here, Michael.

Turn him over.

Who is it, George?

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

Scratches on the neck to indicate a
struggle. I'd say the murderer was a

man, wouldn't you, Doctor?

I'd say a man.

Is he local?

No.

Dead maybe an hour, a bit longer.

Killed upstream, dumped in the river. No
jacket, nothing in his pockets, nothing

to immediately identify him, anyway.

Oh, we have a name, Detective Somerset.
We know who he is.

And did Eddie Stewart say where he'd
come from?

I presumed London.

His coat was Savile Row, and to be on
the 1025 bus from Fathersby meant he'd

most likely arrived on the 805 from
Paddington.

Right. It was an impulsive visit,
Detective Somerset. I believe he'd only

decided to make the journey that
morning.

He told you that, did he?

No, no, no, he had no travel bag.

And did he say why he was headed to
Little Ambrose?

Yes. He said he was here to force the
moment to its crisis.

Well, that could mean anything.

No, no, it's from a poem about a man
called Prufrock who was trying to summon

up the courage to ask a woman to marry
him.

Is it?

Inspector, I couldn't help noticing when
I saw the body that the bottom half of

the tie that killed him was missing.

You had a good look, did you?

Well, you can learn so much if you're
lucky enough to see the body.

Can I just ask...

if the other part of his tie was found
on or near him.

Well, that's a police concern, Miss
Marple.

Yes. Inspector, it seems you've just had
a phone call from a certain lady who

would like to see you rather urgently.

And the scratches on his neck, I wonder,
were they made by the dead man or by a

possible assailant?

Again, Miss Marple, that's a matter that
should only concern the police.

And what's the name of this certain
lady?

Mary Pritchard.

I suggest you wear a helmet.

This was death foretold.

No one took me seriously, and it's about
time you all started.

I don't want those pills. I want your
magic, Dr. Frayne.

You know I can't take pills without
mayonnaise.

Mrs. Pritchard, I was told you had
something urgent to tell me. That's what

she said.

I'm being burgled.

You are not being burgled.

Jewelry goes missing from this room.

Yes, it does. My emerald ring, for one.

That diamond brooch, snuff boxes from
the hall table, spirited away.

Now you're in the village, Inspector,
you can take me seriously and put all

your efforts into this crime as well.
Mrs Pritchard, I have a capital crime

here. Now, I was told you had something
urgent to say about the murder of Eddie

Seward. That was Eddie Seward?

Yes, did you know him?

Oh, I knew him.

You did too, didn't you, George?

Just before I left the yard, we
investigated an Edward Seward.

Because his wife went missing.

That's right.

And that's what Detective Somerset found
out after a quick phone call.

He was a member here, you know.

Rich as a crease as he was.

Inherited a mining fortune. Never did a
day's work in his life.

Yes, I believe we would have been in the
same society if Anthony said he's

steward, but we weren't friends. I
wouldn't have recognized him. Business

with those kids?

No. Would you like a drink, Inspector?

Or are you all right with tea?

No, no, thanks.

Tea's fine.

So, from what I can gather, he would
finance ventures, some of them

nefarious. Yes, well, I steer clear of
financiers like that.

Team, Mr Pritchard?

Yes, thank you, Hasbro.

No.

I set up the airline with contact I had
in the Air Force.

Good.

Oh, um, where were you between 11.30 and
the events at the golf course this

afternoon?

I was here.

Thank you.

Hello.

I've been looking for you.

How are you?

I have been here for 40 years, Jane.

And the whole thing's going to fall down
around me.

You'll raise the money.

This way you write.

Yes, I tried to get inspiration from
these things.

Oh, seven deadly sins.

Yes, I think we all know who Gluttony
is.

Though I try to see the good in people,
Jane, but that woman has not got an

ounce of it in her, never has had.

Someone ought to teach her a lesson.

Don't. No, I mean it.

She grew up in this village.

Did you know that?

No.

Oh, she's very pretty.

And George Pritchard was her sister's
fiancé.

They met when they were in the RAF
during the war.

And Philippa was so in love with him.

I've never seen anybody so in love.

And Mary stole him.

Hello, George.

Hello.

She broke her sister's heart.

Philippa married the other brother out
of desperation, I suppose. I don't know.

And Mary's been such a terrible wife to
George.

She makes him live here so that she can
play the lady of the manor when he needs

to be in London.

She bullies him.

Bullies everyone.

I think Edison deserved to die.

That's a terrible thing to say. We knew
him in London, Philippa. He was a piece

of work.

Drunk and violent.

How do you know that?

I met his wife, the one who disappeared.

When?

At one of those hideous balls in Park
Lane where everyone dresses up as if

Edward VII was still on the throne.

Are you all right?

Penelope Stewart.

She was quiet. Didn't want to talk.

But she was angry.

She said she couldn't go back to the
ball because she had a huge bruise on

the side of her face where he'd hit her.

Oh, and that wasn't the worst.

She had gauze on her arms where she said
he'd... stubbed out his cigars when he

was drunk.

She said if she stayed one more day with
him... Now

maybe she has.

Oh, Mary.

Obviously, the discovery of Eddie's body
had spread unease through the village

that night.

Hello.

Now, Sam, what I'll let you hear, how's
the book going?

Don't cry.

Dad, who do you think you're about, man?

Look, children, don't mess... Can you
just take these pots off the table?

No, if you go and put your pyjamas on,
I'll be happy.

This body down the club will make a good
story.

Yeah, pot of water.

Well, sometimes pots need water, don't
they?

Otherwise no-one eats.

What does that mean?

I've put this week's groceries on the
tab again. That's four weeks we owe now.

Can you talk to your brother, Lewis?

I'm sure he could love the life we are.

Everything's going to be fine.

Twenty pound butt.

I don't want to pay it off yet.

I want you to put this on Flavius the
Great.

Toaster, 2.15 tomorrow.

Do you know the history?

Flavius, named, I presume, after Flavius
Belisarius, was the only Roman general

who never lost a battle.

He never lost.

Hello. I thought you'd gone, darling.

Well, Mary asked me if I'd hang around
in case she had a relapse.

Relapse of what?

Actually, I was waiting for you.

Shall I go for a drink?

Yes, a drink would be nice after the
day.

Good.

34, blonde.

Can I have a photograph sent? Because I
think she might be here.

I'll look it up.

Either that or Eddie Seward came to see
George Pritchard, which Pritchard

denied.

Eddie Seward, George Pritchard. This
could be a high-profile case, Bill.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

If I can wrap this up quickly, it could
be my ticket back to London. Then all

that will be forgotten.

Hang on one moment.

Yes, dear. Something I forgot to say,
Inspector.

Eddie Seward was a drunk.

which was obvious, but from his
behaviour on the bus this morning, I

don't think he'd been drinking today.

Well, interesting, but could you walk
away now, because I'm on confidential

police business here. Can I just ask, if
I may, if you think the scratches on his

neck were self-inflicted or the result
of a fight?

My friend Sir Henry Clithering, you see,
says you can always tell if it's self

-inflicted by looking under the
fingernails.

You know Sir Henry Clithering?

Scotland Yard? Yeah.

Eddie Seward was a drunk, wasn't he?

He disappeared from a drying-out clinic
at about five o'clock yesterday

afternoon. As I thought.

And I think his wife must be down here
somewhere, don't you?

Yes. Yes.

Well, if you need any help, Inspector,
do let me know.

Who knows what's that?

You don't want to know.

But I'll bet George Pritchard knows more
about Eddie Seward than he's letting on.

Sir Henry?

Thank you.

So, both you and Somerset were right.

Anelope Seward was Little Ambrose. Yes,
yes, yes, but wait, wait, wait. I have

to tell this right.

And this is where it becomes tangled.

Like Mrs. Chaloner's wool, remember?

Mrs. Chaloner's wool?

Because the next morning, while the
whole house was out, Mary Pritchard had

a visitor.

Now, whenever she heard of a new mystic
or fortune teller, she couldn't resist

arranging for a reading.

The one she had scheduled to call that
morning was a fortune teller who called

herself The Reader.

Oh!

The Reader.

Come in. Come in!

Yesterday, I had the most horrific
horoscope, and it all came true.

I am so in tune with the spiritual... I
cannot come into this room.

I feel evil and danger.

What are they doing here?

Blue hyacinth are a warning, Mary
Pritchard.

If you see blue hollyhocks, they will
mean danger.

Danger. And blue geraniums will mean
your death.

I'm going to die. You're not, darling.

Warning, then danger, then death.

You certainly got your money's worth
this morning, didn't you? I was foretold

Eddie Stewart's death.

Now I've been foretold my own.

Look, you don't get blue hollyhocks.
They're pink and they're yellow. So I

think it's fair to say that you're going
to be with us forever, Mary. But no,

blue has always been repellent to me,
George.

That's a pity food isn't blue. Who
brought the hyacinths in, Mr Pitchard?

Now.

Are you going to host the drinks
tonight? You know, I've got the golf lot

coming round.

I think I might be dead by this evening.

Enough!

Enough of this spiritual poppycock!

George. And the crackpots that you
listen to!

I hate this, Mary, I hate it!

Everything I've ever done you've ruined.
You ruin every day of my life.

I'm scared, Georgie.

Well, I'm not scared of you anymore.

Now, you stop this nonsense.

You get out of bed.

You go downstairs, you host this
evening, you do it well, because I'm

warning you, I've had enough!

Do you

see there, Jane, that great big crack?

Yes, yes.

Have there been any new arrivals in the
village over the last couple of years?

Women in their thirties?

Well, there's been a couple of them,
haven't there, Hess?

They've had a change of nurse up at
Sonnerley.

Nurse Copling came with excellent
references, didn't she, Hess? She did,

yes. Well, I'm new, of course,
MacArthur. Been here a year now.

Oh, well, of course, that makes three of
them.

And if only Dr. Frayne would eventually
get round to asking you to marry him,

well, then you'd be with us a little
longer, wouldn't you? If he ever does.

Why would Eddie Stewart's body wash up
at the golf course?

Is there anything upriver from there?

Well, only an old water mill, but it's
practically abandoned.

Why, what are you thinking, Jane? I
think that Eddie came to Little Ambrose

to find his wife.

I imagine he was going to tell her that
he'd cleaned himself up and was going to

force the moment to its crisis and ask
her to take him back.

Oh, but instead she killed him and
dumped his body in the river?

Well, perhaps.

Miss Martha, I heard George Pritchard
lie to the police yesterday.

Oh, where were you between 11.30 and the
events at the golf course this

afternoon?

I was here.

Thank you.

But he wasn't. He was absent from family
the whole time.

Who was the third woman who arrived?

Hazel Insta. She's lovely.

And what do you know about her?

I came to Little Ambrose, I'd say, 18
months ago.

The peace and quiet.

And before that?

I lived in Alexandria.

I loved the antiquities.

And it had always been a dream of mine
to paint in Egypt.

Oh, how long did you live there?

A number of years.

My sister's married to the British
consul.

I'm afraid I never knew this Mr. Seward,
Inspector.

I can't really help you.

Of course.

And before Egypt?

London.

Is it possible to make a living doing
this?

A small one, yes.

There's a gallery in Chelsea which takes
the occasional work.

But it's a vacation rather than a
profession for me, a detective.

Oh!

Oh! Ah!

Now... Now what should he fetch?

Oh, no, he's not going anywhere.

That's just a sketch for a commission
from the golf club. When I paint it up,

they're going to hang George in the
clubhouse.

The manner of speaking.

Sorry.

Is she coming down, Caroline?

No, Mrs Pritchard.

Hazel, will you perform her death duties
for George tonight?

No, you.

Please.

So what puzzles me is this. Fortune
tellers usually out for what they can

get. With what I can see, they just say
what Mrs Pritchard wants to hear.

This is a reader.

She seems to be frightening. I have no
advantage to myself.

I don't see the point.

How did Mary Hill, who was a reader,
Susan Carstairs, the nurse before me,

put her on for?

Why does that not surprise me?

Nurse Carstairs was really into this
sort of thing. She sent this letter she

left about six months ago. It was all
very sudden. She sent this, sorry,

Hester, but she sent this recommendation
out of the blue last week.

Did Mrs. Pritchard make the appointment
herself?

No, I rang the reader at her request.

Well, I'm going to ring the reader now,
ask her what she's playing at.

Why did not Carstairs leave so suddenly?

We have a steady flow of staff here, I'm
afraid.

My sister isn't the easiest person to
work for.

Is she not in?

The numbers discontinued.

No running indoors, people, please.

Boys.

Bush. Ah, Jonathan. Welcome. Come
through.

I'm afraid my wife's nerves have got the
better of her this evening. She won't be

joining us.

What a pity.

Haven. Good evening.

Excuse me.

Sorry to intrude, Pritchard, but I
wonder if I could have a quick word with

your employees, Nurse Copling and Miss
Milewater.

What are they for?

Just routine.

You can use my study. Thank you.

Oh, yum. Hey, these are delicious, you
little rascal.

Can I have three, please?

Thank you.

Richard, I, uh, took a bottle of Dr.
Frame's magic medicine.

And yours is the bedroom.

Whatever for, Caroline?

You should taste it.

So you've been living with your uncle
for over a year now?

That's right.

And where did you live before?

What was the address?

Strathleven Mansion, Bayswater.

Did you live alone?

Were you married?

Not married, no.

You don't think I'm that dead man's
wife, do you, Inspector?

It's just procedure, Miss.

Have you played the new course yet?

I think Mrs Pritchard might need to see
you, Doctor.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

You're a novelist, aren't you, Mr
Pritchard?

That's right, yeah.

How is the book going, Pritchard?

You've been working on that for as long
as you've been here, haven't you?

It's a very long book.

What's it about?

Well, it's a historical novel.

It's based on the princes and the tower.

In many ways, it's...

The best story Shakespeare never wrote.

Didn't he?

Yes, what we don't tell Lewis is that
Shakespeare did actually write it.

He didn't.

He referred to it. He didn't dedicate a
whole work to it.

And what would you know about
Shakespeare anyway, George? Nothing.

You're right, of course.

Is everyone all right for drinks?

Thank you.

Lewis is nearing the end of it now,
actually, Reverend.

Excuse me.

Yes? Were you three talking to a
policeman?

Yes.

We found it by the river.

You're making a dent.

Well, very good.

Oh, Inspector.

Yes?

I think the children have found where
Eddie Seward died.

Mrs Pritchard's asked if it's
possible... Dr Gray.

If it's possible to have a tray of food
sent up. What is the meaning of this,

Jonathan?

You have the medicine.

We're looking for that. Why is it filled
with water?

Because your sister's not ill, Mrs
Pritchard.

She is ill. Well, she is, Doctor.

Oh, she's nauseous every day. She has
had a succession of viruses and she

catches everything going. The only
sickness she has is in her headness.

My sister is definitely ill.

And therefore the treatment that makes
her feel better is also in her head.

There's been something seriously wrong
with Mary for years, Dr. Frayne, and

specialists have not been able to get to
the bottom of it.

And the only thing wrong with her is
that she overeats.

And that's much the fault of people like
you who pander to every taste with

ridiculous amounts of food, Philippa.

She's lost her confidence, she's become
agoraphobic, and she imagines all kinds

of ailments in order to keep your
attention.

George, the hollyhock! It's blue, look!

But that's impossible.

The hollyhock on the wallpaper turned
blue.

Well, that's what Mary said.

By the time they'd calmed her down and
got some sense out of her, the hollyhock

was pink.

Which particular hollyhock are we
talking about?

Well, no, it was blue. I saw it turning
blue.

I am in danger.

Just calm down.

You mean she imagined it? Well, that's
what people thought, but she didn't

think so.

And neither do I. Not now.

I think someone was trying to scare that
woman to death.

What type of wallpaper was it?

Well, that evening, Sir Henry, I tried
to find out exactly where it was from.

I designed it, Miss Marple.

Oh. Yes, my sister was almost bed-bound
last summer.

Didn't want to miss the garden, so had
it brought into her room, as it were.

And George commissioned me to design a
wallpaper from the flowers in the

garden. He was very specific about the
flowers that he wanted.

Very adventurous.

Primroses and buttercups and foxgloves
and hollyhocks all blooming together. I

call it blooming madness. Thank you,
Hester.

My pleasure, Philippa.

This is Susan Carstairs putting the
frightness on Her Majesty upstairs. I

don't know how, but I'm sure of it.

Oh, well... The previous nurse?

What makes you say that?

Because, and I didn't want to say this
in front of Philippa, because, well, I

think she still holds the candle for
George Pritchard. Don't you, Caro?

I do.

But Nurse Carter definitely left family
under a cloud.

What sort of cloud?

A saucy cloud.

I was hanging around here one night. I
wasn't being nosy, Jane, but let's say

there was a bit of design to my hanging
around because I had suspicions.

Again. Again.

Again.

She left soon afterward.

Overnight. I think she thought you
ordered the main chance.

Saw herself as the second Mrs Pritchard.
And when George realised that, he got

rid of her.

Did Mary know of the affair?

I don't know.

But I reckon Susan Carstairs herself was
the reader.

And scaring the wits out of George's
wife is her way of getting revenge.

I love nature, don't you?

I love the bareness of the trees.

All right. Thank you, children. If you
could just go with the constable now.

Go on, now. Let's get you home.

So, this is where he was thrown in the
river.

I wonder if he was killed here as well.

Or took his own life.

No, this is murder, Miss Marple, clear
as day.

I mean, there's no note. Where's the
note?

And I've seen murder got up to look like
suicide many times.

When people take their own lives,
Inspector, sometimes they try and do it

in a significant place.

What's significant about here to Eddie
Stewart?

It's beautiful.

And he told me that coming through the
tunnel of his alcoholism, he was taking

great strength from nature.

He was finding God in it.

Yeah, yeah. If he was committing
suicide, why didn't we find him hanging

from that tree?

Because the tie hadn't supported his
weight for long, had torn, and the body

had fallen from where it was hanging.

So he fell in the river and just floated
downstream.

That's a wonderful explanation.

Can you think of another?

Yes, his wife killed him and made it
look like suicide.

But what if the scratches on his neck
were not the result of a fight, but his

own hands trying to save himself?

If he's committing suicide, why would he
try to stop it?

Because, as my friend Sir Henry
Clevering says, sometimes people pull

out of their suicides. Inspector, surely
you know that.

No, no, I don't buy it. This is still a
major murder case.

Inspector, why are you no longer working
in London? Why are you down here?

Well, if you know Sir Henry, I imagine
you'll find out about it.

There was an incident.

Involving drink?

Involving drink, yes. I was on duty,
complaints were made, and I was told to

sort myself out.

What was in Eddie's wallet?

Money, a business card with his club
address on it, tickets and various

things. May I see?

I'm going to go to London, try to trace
his movements between the time that he

checked out of the drying-out clinic and
the time he came here.

See if he met up with anyone.

Good idea.

Thank you.

Inspector, I don't think it's connected
to this, but I believe that someone is

trying to scare Mary Pritchard.

I don't think it would take much to set
that woman off, Miss Marple, do you? And

I agree, I don't think it is connected.

Magical flowers, I mean.

What's wrong?

Susan Carr says you've slept with her
since I've lived here.

That's not true.

You were seen, George, don't lie.

Why? Do you not love me enough?

Of course I love you.

Then why are we not respecting enough
for each other, George? I did it

because... because she was there.

She was there and you're not. Not like
that.

I want to be with you, but you won't let
me. We talk and talk in circles about

how much we want to be together, but you
never show that you really want me.

It's always meeting like this.

I love you.

I love you.

I'd do anything for you, you know that.

Don't you?

Hello? Oh, hello. Is that Fetty Place
Auction House?

So do you think I should go to the
police, Reverend Marwater?

Do you think I should tell them about
Dr. Frayne and how he's failing in his

hypocritical duty?

Hypocratic.

I think it's theft, Miss Marble, don't
you?

Charging them all this money for nothing
but water.

I'm so stupid, Philippa. Hypocratic
after Hippocrates, the Greek physician.

Not hypocritic.

After everyone in this village.

He won't be the first doctor to
prescribe a placebo for a patient.

And your sister feels better after the
treatment, doesn't she, Philippa? It's

just deceitful.

And I was in the Air Force.

Oh, here we go.

Back when you were in the Air Force,
when you met George.

When you fell in love with him.

During the war, there was this girl,
Miss Marple.

She used to do this placebo thing with
the black market.

She'd water down perfumes and whiskey
and things.

Pass off poor quality nylons for top
brands.

We used to call her the Wasp.

You'd get stung if you went near her.

She had this obsession.

voracious greed for it.

I think Dr Vane is the same, and I think
he should be drummed out of the medical

profession like the wasp was drummed out
of the services.

Now, that looks good.

Oh, it is, and it's not for you.

To cheer Mary up.

So what would the police do if I went
and complained?

Very little, I'm afraid.

During the drinks yesterday, did you go
upstairs and talk to Mary?

You see everything, Jane, don't you?

Well, I thought if I might speak to her
alone and use what remains of the mile

-water charm, I could bring her round to
giving us some money.

And?

Lewis got there before me.

Well, if you don't give me the money,
they're going to come back to the

village, they'll hurt Philippa, they'll
hurt our children, they're going to take

everything we've got.

Everything in that cottage is owned by
George and me.

You haven't earned a penny in your life.

The only way you'll be worth anything is
if George and I die.

You know, Mary...

You are an evil bitch!

Please go now.

George! I'm going, I'm going. George!

Does he need money because of his
gambling on the horses?

I imagine so.

Philippa speaks to me sometimes about
it, how much it worries her.

Look, do you mind if we just stop here
for a moment, Jane?

Just...

Stop in this village of mine.

Dermot?

I walk here every day.

Look, I have some work to do for Sunday.
I really must work.

Maybe you don't see everything, Jane.

Good evening, Sir Henry.

As I stood in the centre of that quiet,
pleasant English village, I thought of

all the tensions that lay in the
foundations of the lives that lived

there. A hundred times.

They'll be back in the morning demanding
money and we haven't got the money. We

haven't got the money.

We won't get the money. Where? I
promise.

And I thought of the one woman who was
going to sleep that night in genuine

fear of her life.

Help me.

For the protection of the spirits of the
wind and the...

But little did I realize how right she
was to be scared.

In my own time.

Now, please, stop ringing me.

And how she was not going to see the
morning.

Mary!

Oh, no.

No.

George?

What is it?

Look at the drainage.

Well, at first sight, it's shock,
syncope, which has caused the blood

vessels in the nose to have hemorrhaged.

You say one of the flowers on the
wallpaper was turned blue?

Well, it had.

It's pink again now.

I don't know. I don't think it was.

Why, it is madness.

We don't know what we saw.

Well, you've got to get that detective
to investigate the fortune teller and

Nurse Carstead, Mr. Pritchard.

There's something terribly wrong about
the way she frightened your wife.

Yes, thank you, Carol.

Can you leave us alone, please?

There had now been two suspicious deaths
within 36 hours, you see.

As news of Mary's death raced through
the village, people found themselves

asking terrible questions.

Well?

Is it true?

Is she dead?

They think she died of shock.

People don't die of shock, George.

Was it you?

Did you kill her?

Did I kill your wife?

Yes. How can you say that to me?

How can you?

It was definitely blue, Jane, despite
what George had said.

But how?

It's not damaged or anything. It's just
wallpaper.

Everyone in Little Ambrose was thrown by
the events of that morning, Sir Henry.

Even Nurse Copling.

What am I going to do, Hector? You'll be
all right.

But this will make me unemployed again,
and I thought it was going to be a

permanent position.

I know Mrs Pritchard was difficult, but
I felt at home here.

I was making friends.

You've still got those friends, Caro.
We're not going to go away. No.

Nothing must be a very peripatetic kind
of life.

Quite lonely at times.

Have you been in it long?

Well, I learnt my trade during the war,
you know, when we all had to do our bit.

I served over at Duxford, and then...
Reverend,

you don't look very well.

Don't sit down.

I'm sorry. Can I get you a glass of
water? No, I'll do it.

It must be something I ate.

Where are your family, Caro?

I don't have any, Miss Marple.

Have you a gentleman friend?

No.

Mr. Pritchard tried the same thing with
me as he did with Nurse Carstairs, Miss

Marple.

He tried to teach me a golf swing, but I
wouldn't do it. I wouldn't do what he

wanted. If you ask me, I think he's
still in touch with Susan Carpenter.

I heard them talking on the telephone
once.

I think George Pritchard's a bad man.

The way he carries on, I think he must
be.

Mr Edward Hewitt has been staying at the
club off and on, but he wasn't here on

Thursday night.

When was he last here?

Oh, two, three weeks ago.

Let's see.

Go back, go back.

What's that name?

That is Mr George Pritchard, sir.

Do you remember here, too?

Yes.

Yes, I did know where he stood.

We, uh, we moved in the same circles for
a while.

He was, uh... It was resentment.

I was being his new money, whereas him
and his ilk were blue blood and made

sure you knew it.

Why didn't you tell me you knew him
before?

Because he turned up dead on my doorstep
and I didn't want to be dragged into it.

Look, I was never close to him. I didn't
like him. He was a hopeless alcoholic

and a thug around women. This man that
you weren't close to lent you half a

million pounds three years ago for your
airline to develop haulage routes into

Italy and Greece, a venture that was not
successful.

Yes, but I paid Eddie Stewart back every
farming.

You'll find that detail in any documents
as well, Inspector.

Where were you the morning Eddie Seward
came to Little Ambrose, George?

At Sumerley, like I told you.

Your housekeeper, Hector Marlwater, says
that's another lie.

I don't know for this. Sit down, sir.
Look, am I under arrest?

Sit down.

I didn't see Eddie Seward that morning.

I haven't heard from him for two years.
I don't know why he was here or where

his wife is.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave,
Inspector.

My wife died this morning, and I have
some things that I have to attend to.

About time you arrived.

Yes, hello?

Oh,

what an excellent likeness, Hazel.

Oh, you have a very distinctive style.

Yes, people have often said that about
the work, Miss Marple.

And what, if I may ask, have been your
favourite subjects?

Well, I like portraiture, but my real
love is, well, has always been nature.

I like to think that you can see God in
nature.

Hi, Hess.

Got your message.

Why didn't you just come round to the
surgery?

I want an explanation, Jonathan.

You're the one who's been stealing from
the house, aren't you?

The snuff boxes, the carriage clock,
jewellery.

They're not jewellery.

Why did you do it?

Because that was my parents' stuff.

Pritchard took advantage of my father
when he was in a fix.

He drove down the price on Summerley.

He died with nothing to his name.

But it's not yours anymore, Jonathan.

I want to get money to marry you, Her.

What? Well, that's why I put up with
that insufferable woman for so long.

She was my most lucrative patient, Her.

I don't want money.

I want you.

Don't you know that?

You must take all that stuff back.

Or that detective will be on to you.

I thought that place was abandoned.

It is.

So why is there a light on?

He found you through one of your
paintings, didn't he, Hazel?

Who?

Your husband, Eddie Seward?

I imagine he'd looked for you for two
years.

knowing he'd driven you away, maybe to
suicide, sinking deeper into his tunnel

of alcohol and guilt.

And then, quite by chance, he recognised
one of your paintings at Fetty Place,

the art dealer in London, lot 172.

And even though you changed your name,
he recognised it was your hand.

Hello? Verita?

No one here.

Jonathan?

Call the police.

If your husband found you here, it's
only a matter of time before they do.

They'll understand, Penelope.

But who was it? The former nurse, Susan
Carstairs.

Pritchard's mistress.

And six months pregnant, with George
Pritchard's tie tied around her neck.

She'd been installed in the millhouse by
George after he made her leave summerly.

Detective Somerset found evidence that
she had dressed up as the reader.

He found Mary's missing jewellery on her
fingers.

And he also found George's fingerprints
all over the place.

Suddenly, he had three suspicious deaths
and one missing persons inquiry on his

hands. All somehow tangled around George
Pritchard.

But how and why?

You keep everything you've seen to
yourself.

Can I rely on your birth?

Detective Somerset decided not to
release news of Susan Carseer's death,

but to have George watched while he
interviewed Hazel, who had just rung the

police station and admitted she was
Penelope Seward.

News that was already round the village.

Philippa. Philippa.

What? I suppose you've heard about
Hazel.

Oh, yes, yes.

Caroline and I were just talking about
it. Caroline?

Hello. Hello, Miss Marple.

Oh, we think she must have had some kind
of thing over my head.

Oh, Mrs Pritchard recognised her as
Penelope Sears? She recognised her, yes.

We think she must have killed my sister
somehow.

I don't think so. I don't think Hazel's
a murderer.

Then who's been doing this, Miss Marple?

Who else could have killed these people?

And on this Sunday morning, you remember
in our prayers, Mary

Pritchard.

A member of our community who died
yesterday.

I... Forgive

me for saying this.

God teaches us that life is valuable.

It's not to be wasted.

God, when he judges Mary's life, I fear
will judge it to be wasted.

God asks us to live our lives in service
to him and not dabbling in

fancies and superstitions. I am sorry to
say this, Mr Pritchard, but God teaches

us to live our lives so that we can try
to be good to one another.

Reverend Marwater. Jennifer, sit down.

Human beings should not be mean and
poisonous.

I think she was murdered.

Philippa, we should leave. No, George.
She was murdered by that woman. I know

she was.

Let's leave.

I saw her.

Early yesterday morning, coming back
from Summerley. Why would Hazel want to

murder Mary?

Because you were having an affair with
her, George.

Did you think I wouldn't notice that?

Did you think I wouldn't see?

And she murdered her husband, too.

Because the day he died, she was late at
the golf club.

Sorry. Sorry, I'm late. Where had she
been if she hadn't been killing him so

she could be with you?

Where had she been?

I did see my husband that morning.

He asked me to accept him back.

Where did this take place?

Oh, here.

He'd just turned up and said he'd
changed.

And that he loved me.

And that he'd always loved me.

But I told him I would never go back to
him.

Never go back to him.

Are you in on it too, George?

Because you're free to marry her now,
aren't you?

Is that always your plan, to let this
wasp to come and live in this happy

place and then let her think? Shut up,
Philip.

Before you say something you'll really
regret.

Did Pritchard follow your husband?

No. How do you know? Were you with him
the whole time?

I know because George told me he didn't
and I have faith in him. Even though you

didn't know he was having an affair with
Susan Carstairs?

I have faith in him. The pregnant Susan
Carstairs, who was found strangled

yesterday evening.

with one of George Pritchard's ties.

Don't you talk to her like that.

Is that the truth, Pritchard? Why, what
are you going to do? Write a book?

Because if you do, it'll take you 20
years.

What page are you on in your current
magnum opus?

Every talent that you've had, every
break, you've wasted it or gambled it

away. Oh, look, I see your friends in
here.

Well, at least I had the good sense to
marry the decent sister, George.

What did you say? You heard me. You
spent your entire life leeching off me.

I've lent you money. I've supported you.

And you've resented it all.

All of it.

I'm so sorry.

Everyone, I'm... I'm sorry.

Hey, George.

Is that the real you?

Hey.

Here.

Take it.

Take it. Take it all.

Pay for your debt.

I have to speak to the police.

You're in no state to speak to anyone,
Dermot. It's just something that I hate.

But Philippa, she's got it all wrong.

What? The morning Mary was found dead,
Hazel was not on her way back from

Summerlee.

She was coming to see me.

Hazel is a devout woman.

She takes the vows of marriage very
seriously.

She was conflicted about her marriage
and George's. You knew

about her and George.

She used me as a...

A confessor.

I was bound to violence.

Though that morning, she was very
distressed, having heard of George's

affair with Nurse Carstairs.

She didn't know whether she could trust
him anymore.

She loved him so much, and he had saved
her.

Oh, so much sin, Jane.

And in such a small place as this.

Where are you going?

Found you.

Are you lying again?

Before the police arrive, I need to hear
the truth from you, George.

You painted the war paper. You designed
it. You... You did some sort of trick

with it. Did you kill Mary and Eddie?

You just had to be a bit more patient,
that's all.

I would have come to you. I would have
taken care of you. I promised I would.

I'd have found the strength to leave
Mary.

Did you kill Susan Carstairs?

What? They know she was the reader.

Just tell the truth.

Darling, let's leave.

Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on, come on.

He made

a full

confession, didn't he? Yes, that he'd
killed all three. Eddie, Mary and Susan

Carstairs herself.

The blackmailer was trying to ruin him
unless he made her his wife.

But you weren't convinced.

On the surface, of course, his
confession had to be true.

The only reason for it to be false was
if he were... Protecting Hazel. Yes, he

was taking the fall, as they say in
American books, for the one woman he

really loved.

George Arthur Pritchard.

You are charged with the willful murder
of Edward St. John Hilliard Seward,

Mary... But suddenly this morning, I
knew I'd been wrong and that I had to

stop the hearing.

Because, Henry, the truth of these
murders is quite extraordinary.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Yes, yes.

Now, please inform Mr Justice Carmichael
that some new evidence has just come to

light which has a strong bearing on the
case he's hearing.

This is Chaloner's knitting box.

That's right, my lord. Sir Henry
understood the illusion.

Did he?

And the strand of wool that seemed most
knotty to me...

that was the key to untangling all the
half-netted jumpers of Mrs. Chaleneau's

grandchildren. Just pull your strand,
Miss Marple. We're waiting.

Well, if you were planning to kill
someone, my lord, would you trust to

scaring them to death?

Wouldn't you be better making a more
secure plan than that, like poisoning

them? Are you suggesting that Mary
Pritchard was poisoned rather than

scared to death?

Undoubtedly.

By her husband?

No, no.

George Pritchard has admitted to these
crimes because he thinks he's protecting

the woman he loves.

Of all the seven deadly sins, my lord,
George Pritchard is, I think, vanity,

a sin from which so many others arise.

It's led him into foolish relationships
with other women and led, I think, to

the gluttony of his wife.

who, faced with a philandering husband,
took to her bed in order to maintain

some sort of hold over him. No one took
me theory thing. It's about time you all

started. And it also led to the dreadful
wrath of the woman he spurned all those

years ago to go off with her prettier
sister.

When Reverend Mywater became ill, he

said, it was just something I ate.

And he was right, wasn't he, Philippa?
He'd eaten something you'd prepared for

Mary. Now, that looks good.

Oh, it is, and it's not for you.

It's to cheer Mary up.

You've been poisoning her for years,
haven't you?

Sick.

Day after day, dish after dish.

Making life hell for the sister who
ruined your dream of marrying the

handsome young pilot you loved more than
anyone else in the world.

I didn't kill Mary, George.

I just wanted to punish her.

But someone had worked out what you were
doing, hadn't they, Philippa?

And when Mary died, they scared you into
thinking you were responsible.

Yes. Into making desperate accusations
against George and Hazel.

to deflect attention away from you.

Are you in on it too, George?

Because you're free to marry her now,
aren't you? Was that always your plan?

She told me they would hang me for what
I'd done.

And she scared you into getting rid of
all the poison you'd used.

Didn't you, Caroline?

Caroline and I were just talking about
it.

Caroline!

My lord, do you know how a wasp trap is
made?

I do.

Well, it struck me today how much
cyanide of potassium crystals resembles

smelling salt.

What do you mean?

I suggest, my lord, that Caroline
Copling made Mary desperately anxious

through her performance as Zorida, the
fortune teller.

And on the night of Mary's death,
Caroline had swapped the smelling salts

for cyanide crystals because it was the
cyanide that killed Mary Pritchard.

On discovery of Mary's body, Caroline
Coupling would have had to have acted

quickly in the few moments she had in
the room alone.

Using the smelling salts, she turned the
geranium blue.

She then returned them and removed the
cyanide crystals.

But... How did the flowers turn blue?
Well, my lord, smelling salts are

alkaline, and I think a nurse with a
bedridden patient uses litmus paper,

don't they? For those little tests they
do.

Where blue paper turns red with acid,
and vice versa with alkalines.

How ingenious, then, to paste red litmus
paper over a red flower.

Near to the bed, of course.

Where she knew Mary would use her salts.

and the strong ammonia would turn the
flower blue and then remove the litmus

paper afterwards, knowing it wouldn't
bear close scrutiny.

Why?

Why would I want to kill Mary Pritchard?

Because I think you knew the Pritchards
from before, didn't you, when you were

in the Air Force?

I learnt my trade during the war, you
know, when we all had to do our bit.

I served over at Duxford.

And seeing that George was now a
millionaire, you thought you'd change

your appearance and name and come and
see how you could get a piece of it.

This is not... Sit down, miss.

Thank you, Henry.

I thought it was odd the way Philippa
used the word wasp in church.

Was that always your plan? To get this
wasp to come and live in this happy

place and then let her stick? Shut up,
Philippa.

Such an odd term to use when she'd used
it just one day previously to describe

the girl in the Air Force who was in the
black market. We used to call her the

Wasp. You'd get stung if you went near
her.

She had this obsession with money.

And that Wasp was you, wasn't it,
Caroline?

How easy it must have been for you to
enlist the greedy Susan Castes into your

scheme to scare Mary.

Then make it look as though she was the
reader before disposing of her when she

was no longer needed.

To further incriminate George Pritchard
in the string of death.

She wanted money.

She said with Mary dead and George
hanged, Lewis and I would inherit the

lot.

And she wanted half of it, otherwise
she'd tell the police I'd poisoned her.

That is a complete lie. You cannot deny
it.

You said you'd worked hard and had
nothing. You deserved it. You deserved

the money.

Because you are envy, aren't you,
Caroline?

You saw George Pritchard's wealth and
you wanted it for yourself, whatever the

cost.

Caroline Copping.

You are being arrested for the murder of
Mary Pritchard. No!

And Susan Carsey. No! No!

No! Anything you say will be taken down
and used as evidence against you. No!

No! No!

No! No!

And the murder of Eddie Stewart. No,
Inspector, that was always suicide.

The sad end of another love that curdled
into bitterness.

Well, Jane, I must come and visit you
next time.

Visit the water trap.

It'll be lovely to see you. Are you all
right, Miss Martha?

Yes, yes, it's been quite a day.

Well, as you said to me once, Jane,
nothing's settled until it's settled

right.

No, no, it isn't.

Well, goodbye, Jane.

Goodbye.