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Miss Marple?

Hi, how do you do?

I'm Tim Kendall. Your bungalow is nearly ready.

- Oh, thank you. - Welcome to the Caribbean.

Oh, this is my wife, Molly.

- Hello, welcome. - Hello, how do you do?

I understand you're from St. Mary Mead.

- Yes, do you know it? - No.

Very few do.

Yes, I had a bad go of pneumonia last winter...

...and the doctor advised sunshine and rest.

- And my nephew, Raymond-- - Major.

- -was kind enough to make all the arrangements.

He's really such a sweet boy.

This way.

Oh, my, how lovely.

Thank you.

Oh, just a moment.

There.

This is Victoria. Let her know if you need anything.

- Victoria. - How do you do, ma'am?

No, I'm sure I shan't need anything. Oh, this is very nice, very nice indeed.

What a beautiful hotel.

Thank you.

I shall let you freshen up.

We have a tram to take you to the beach when you want to go.

- Okay. - Beach.

I left you an extra towel in case you want to swim.

Swim? Swim?

Quit bumping me! Slow down!

I didn't ask you to race me back to the bungalow, you idiot.

Now, Mr. Rafiel, your medication is overdue.

- If you'd left when I first mentioned-- - I'll leave when I choose!

Fat lot of good medication does-- Be careful!

You nearly ran into that old fool there.

You'll have to excuse the old grouch.

I'm afraid this illness has made him a bit snappish.

Oh, what a pity.

Are you a relative of his?

Oh, thank heavens, no, no.

I'm his nurse...

...secretary, entertainment director, whatever he can think of.

My name's Ruth Walters.

And I'm Jane Marple. So nice to meet you.

Ruth!

Thank you.

Miss Marple, may I introduce myself?

I'm Major Geoffrey Palgrave.

Molly tells me you're a misplaced Britisher like myself.

May I join you?

Oh, certainly. I'd welcome the company.

I noticed your notebook. Are you a writer perhaps?

Not in any true sense of the word.

I'm working on my memoirs.

Just a little project to keep me amused.

I've done a lot of traveling, picked up a lot of odd tales.

No reason to let all that go by the board, is there?

- Do you do any writing yourself? - Oh, my, no.

Oh, good heavens, I wouldn't know where to begin.

This is my creative outlet.

Oh, that's not for you, is it?

No, no, I'm doing this for Eleanor Kincaid's new grandson...

...back in St. Mary Mead.

St. Mary Mead?

- Yes, do you know it? - Can't say I do.

No, I've been almost everywhere...

...but I've not spent much time in England.

High adventure, that's always been my cup of tea.

I'm told this is your first time here.

Would you like to take a look around?

Oh, that would be lovely.

Oh, you can leave your belongings here. Nobody will disturb them.

We don't have much thievery in these parts.

Lots of scandal, though.

The Kendalls have recently stocked this pond with rare tropical fish.

Previous owners didn't go for that sort of thing.

But I think the Kendalls had the right idea.

Spruce the place up, give the old hotel a shot in the arm.

- Have they owned it long? - About six months or so.

Lot of money tied up in it.

Things will be sticky for a bit, I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, Miss Marple, there you are. I was looking for you.

I was going to give you a guided tour. I see the major beat me to it.

Care for a lemonade compliments of the management?

Yes, of course, thank you.

- Okay. Major? - Not for me. Best I get back to work.

"Miles to go before I sleep," and all that tommyrot.

Dinner's at 6.

Perhaps I might escort you to the dining room?

Oh, of course.

Everyone's being so gracious and attentive, I don't know what to think.

It's a pleasure, I assure you.

All right, one lemonade, coming up.

We'll have you spoiled rotten before you get back on that plane.

Watch your step.

Here you go.

Do you play bridge? Look at that.

Don't know why they call me Lucky. Every hand I get's a dog.

Now, that's table talk.

I think we ought to throw the hand in.

What do you think, Evelyn?

Not throwing this in.

Forget it. Best hand I've had all afternoon.

Are you serious?

Well, then might as well play it out.

Pass.

Two spades.

Pass.

Four spades.

Here we go.

Have you met these people?

- Not formally, no. - Well, allow me.

I'd skip last names, Tim. She'll never get us straight.

I'm Lucky, this is Edward, Evelyn and Greg.

- Nice to meet you. - This is Jane Marple.

Just arrived this afternoon.

I love that.

As though we hadn't memorized every face in sight.

It's a small place.

You'll know us all much better than you'd like.

Really, my dear...

...your flippancy is beginning to get on my nerves.

She doesn't mean to be pushy.

Yes, I do.

Oh, no!

Molly? Molly, what is it?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was awful.

I thought I was dead.

Come here.

Come on, come on.

Come here. Hush now. Just relax.

Don't talk about it, just relax.

I can't understand what's happening. I never dream like this.

I've never had a nightmare in my life, and now night after night. I'm so scared.

Oh, come on, hush, hush. Let's be logical now.

Everything we have is tied up in this place.

The pressures are immense.

As soon as we're in the black, the nightmares will go away.

I promise.

What would I do without you?

We missed you at lunch.

Took a lunch tray to my room...

...so that I could finish this chapter I'm working on.

You're writing from your own experiences, I assume.

Oh, indeed.

But you know what they say, "Truth is stranger than fiction."

People are very odd, major. Never quite what they seem.

My point exactly. Very well put.

Now, here's a story that illustrates that to a tee.

Lots of fellows sitting at the club one day...

...and a fellow told me a story I never forgot.

Medical man, he was. By the name of Tate. One of his cases.

Woman tried to hang herself...

...and this Dr. Tate got to her just in the nick of time to revive her...

...after the husband found her and cut her down.

Anyway, she pulled through.

Young husband was devoted to her.

Cried like a baby when she came round.

The next thing this doctor hears, she's tried it again.

And this time she succeeds.

Now, now, wait. I know what you're going to say.

Suicide victims are apt to repeat the attempt.

Well, that's not the unusual aspect of this case.

Dr. Tate happened to be consulting with a colleague...

...who told a very similar tale.

Woman stuck her head in the oven...

...her husband revived her...

...only to lose her in another suicide attempt some time later.

But now here's the interesting part.

When this colleague went round to see his patient...

...he spotted a rare hibiscus plant near the front door.

Got out his camera to take a snap.

Just as he did, the woman's husband came out.

The snapshot was a bit out of focus...

...but immediately Dr. Tate looked at it...

...he recognized the man in the picture...

...as being the young husband of the hanging affair.

Oh, dear. The same man with two different wives committing suicide?

Seems a proper matter for police inquiry.

But it was never followed up, as far as the doctor could tell.

I expect the fellow covered up his tracks too well.

Queer story, though, wasn't it?

Wouldn't think things like that could happen.

Oh, yes, I would.

A murderer isn't always clever.

I've heard that if a man finds a formula that works...

...he won't stop.

Might be worth a mention in the book if I can find a way to work it in.

Oh, by the way, the doctor let me have the snapshot...

...just as a curiosity.

All these odds and ends.

I don't know why I keep all these tidbit--

I'd forgotten about that business.

Good-looking woman, too, she was.

- You'd never suspect-- - Oh, dear.

Dear, I must watch myself.

Like to see a picture of a murderer?

Well, I'll be damned.

Gorgeous day.

Perfect day for a walk, don't you think?

Just the thing.

Good afternoon. You must be Miss Marple.

I am Dr. Graham, the hotel physician.

Oh, how do you do?

Major Palgrave was just telling me about his memoirs.

Is there something wrong?

I don't know.

Let's hope not.

Excuse me. Will you take a picture of us?

No, Arthur, no. I said lap robe, not tablecloth.

I can't throw that across my knees. I'd look like an imbecile.

Blast you, Arthur, can't you do anything right?

Now, I've been patient with you, but I'm about to lose my temper.

That Arthur Jackson must be a saint to put up with Rafiel.

Oh, I don't know.

Mr. Rafiel somehow reminds me of a wolfhound...

...that used to bark at my gate.

One day I fussed back at him...

...and he rolled over to have his underbelly scratched.

I can't say I'd put Rafiel in that class myself...

...but you may be right.

I wouldn't want to work for the man.

Ruth is devoted to him, of course.

But I can't quite see her tickling his tummy, can you?

Curious she isn't married, attractive as she is.

Perhaps she has other plans for herself.

Major Palgrave?

You've got to help me choose.

Excuse me.

What do you think, the green or the blue?

Come on, Greg, dear, let's go.

What'd you buy?

Nothing.

Edward. Oh, Edward. Look what I bought.

And it's your favorite color.

Don't you think it's adorable? Love it.

Come on.

I do believe I've made you blush.

What a grand expedition this is.

It's so clever of the Kendalls to have thought of it.

I just love activities, don't you?

Only quiet ones, dear.

Where did that nice husband of yours disappear to?

This is that nice husband of mine.

You remember Greg, don't you?

Oh, good heavens, of course.

Yes. Oh, dear, I made a terrible mistake.

How foolish of me.

I somehow got it all turned round.

Don't worry about it, Miss Marple. Lucky gets it turned around herself.

What kind of a crack was that?

Never mind him. He always insinuates the worst.

What kind of behavior is this? What are you doing with this kind of stuff?

I see you just got a little dose of the Dysons at their most eloquent.

I do hope it wasn't all my fault.

I made a most unfortunate remark.

Believe me, the fault wasn't yours.

I've known the Dysons for years, and the problems go way back.

Thank you, I do appreciate that.

You see, I thought she was married to you, and I'm afraid I said that right out.

It was so tactless of me.

- Married to me? - Yes, I'm so sorry.

I see now that it was silly.

Cocktail time. Back on the bus.

There's dancing tonight after dinner, I'm told, so get on your dancing shoes.

You're not dancing.

No, I've been saving myself for you, Molly.

You're looking beautiful tonight.

Thank you. Let's dance.

Oh, what a gorgeous shawl.

I'd love to have one. How much did you pay?

Catch me later, I'll give you the woman's name. They're native-made.

Now, now, can't have any guests sitting out, Miss Walters.

I insist that you dance, and I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

Such a wonderful host.

The Kendalls never miss a trick.

- For the next dance? - I'd love to, yes.

Will you join me in a sherry?

Oh, yes, just one.

Sherry?

Not a good idea with his high blood pressure, is it?

The major doesn't seem to drink very much.

Oh, but it's the alcohol with the medication that causes the problems.

I have to be very strict with Mr. Rafiel.

Here we are.

Cheers.

You want me to come back later, major?

I didn't know you sleeping late.

He dead, he dead!

He dead, he dead!

- The major, he dead! - What?

Miss Molly!

Miss Molly, Miss Molly. Ma'am, ma'am!

Somebody, somebody!

He's been dead for several hours, I should think.

We'll need an ambulance, of course.

Has someone sent for Tim?

Mr. Dyson's gone to look for him. It's Molly I'm worried about.

Well, let's have a look.

I'm fine, really I am.

It's just so unexpected.

Well, now, he was an older gentleman.

He may have suffered a stroke, or perhaps his heart gave out.

The medication he was taking indicates a rather severe problem with hypertension.

Dyson told me about the major.

Darling, are you all right?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

I don't know what happened. I just collapsed.

Poor major.

I saw him, the next thing I knew I was on the floor.

Victoria discovered it.

I was just coming out of my bungalow when I heard her shriek.

I guess it was his blood pressure.

Darling, I want you to lie down.

You've had a shock. Come on.

Victoria, take the rest of the day off. You must be a little shaken yourself.

Doctor, would you be kind enough to see Miss Marple back to her bungalow?

Come on, darling.

Thank you, Dr. Graham.

We all seem to have fallen apart.

But he was such a dear man.

Can't quite take it in myself.

What's the matter with your leg?

Oh, I must have given it a little wrench.

Truly, I was so startled when Victoria cried out like that...

...that I forgot all about myself.

- It's nothing, really. - Now, you let me be the judge of that.

Come over here and sit down for a moment.

Thank you.

Now, let's see.

How does this feel?

You may have pulled a muscle here.

Well, it doesn't look swollen.

Oh, dear, I feel so badly about the major.

I'd only known the man for three days, but he was so friendly.

Everybody was so fond of him.

I had no idea that he suffered from hypertension.

Must have been a mild case, not worth mentioning.

He was taking Serenite.

Hardly a proper prescription for a mild case.

You know, a lot of other people knew about his blood pressure.

Why, somebody mentioned it to me just yesterday.

Really? I hadn't an inkling myself.

He never said a word. How very odd.

You just keep me informed about the knee.

Oh, doctor?

No, no, it's not the right time. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Is there some problem?

Well, I suppose....

It's just the snapshot of my nephew I wanted back.

I think the major tucked it into his pocket.

- A snapshot? - Yes.

You see, my nephew died of pneumonia.

Very sad.

And I showed the major the only snapshot I had of him.

I'm sure he meant to give it back but, well, he just tucked it into his pocket, you see.

Well, I'll have a look.

I have to be over there for the ambulance crew anyway.

Now, just elevate the leg.

Thank you.

- So you're finally up, I see. - Yes.

I suppose you heard about the major.

Yes, Evelyn stopped by and told me.

You'd think he was murdered the way tongues are wagging around here.

Murdered? What makes you say a thing like that?

It's just an expression. Don't be so touchy, for heaven's sakes.

You know what I mean. I feel bad for the old boy...

...but it hardly comes as any startling surprise.

- He was old. - Well, he wasn't that old.

Evelyn said he was taking Serenite. Does that ring a bell?

What's the matter with you?

You know very well that I take Serenite myself.

I don't like your tone.

What is it that you're really getting at, huh?

I didn't slip out last night, darling.

You did.

You'll bruise me if you keep that up.

It's good for you. Prevents bedsores.

I know what it prevents.

What are a few more bedsores to me anyway?

Soon, I'll be out there with that poor old major--

- What's his name? - Palgrave.

Palgrave.

He had a premonition, that's pretty clear.

A premonition? Come on, what are you talking about?

You don't believe in all that stuff.

I didn't say I believed in it, I said he believed in it.

Don't you remember yesterday? When we came up from the beach?

He turned white as a sheet. I thought he'd seen a ghost.

You know, actually, that's true. I remember that look on his face.

I just didn't attach anything to it.

Well, I didn't see anything.

And he was looking right at you.

Must have been looking at someone else.

And so we say goodbye today...

...to a good friend so far away from home.

Major Palgrave first came to this island 15 years ago...

...and loved it so much that he returned faithfully every year.

He chose this spot as his final resting place...

...enchanted as he always was...

...with the beauty and peace of the island.

As we read in Matthew, chapter 10:

"Fear them not, therefore, for there is nothing covered...

...that shall not be revealed, and hidden that shall not be known.

And fear not them which would kill the body...

...but are not able to kill the soul...

...but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body."

May he rest in God's grace.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good...

...for his mercy endureth forever.

Amen.

- How's that knee? - The knee is much better.

Nice of you to inquire.

We haven't found that snapshot of yours.

I'm afraid that'll be a disappointment to you.

Yes, yes, it is. But I suppose it can't be helped.

It wasn't in Major Palgrave's wallet?

No, nor anywhere among his things.

There were a few group photos but none of your young man.

Well, you did all you could.

Perhaps someone found the photo and tore it up.

Why ever would someone do that?

I've no idea, I'm sure.

Oh, everything seems so quiet with the major not among us.

Yes. I miss him, you see.

He's been coming here since before I started to work.

You know, that man, he sure had a lot of stories to tell.

As I'm sure you must also, Victoria.

Oh, no, ma'am. Not like him.

He just seemed to have a natural bent for it.

I don't have the same knack myself.

Yes, he had a good ear.

And a good eye for detail.

But you seem interested in people. That's really what it takes.

Well, if you say so, ma'am.

And you see a side of people that no one else sees.

Now, me wouldn't go that far.

Well, you observe their personal habits.

All the little details of the things they leave in their rooms.

For instance, I bet you could tell me...

...what's on my bed table without even looking...

...just because you dust and tidy up.

But that not hard at all.

Okay, make me see now.

You have some photographs, five of them...

...sleeping mask...

...those vitamins that you take...

...alarm clock....

Yes, I think that's it.

Very good. That's exactly right.

You see, you have an excellent visual memory.

You probably know more about people than you even realize.

Well, that's true.

How are you, Miss Marple?

We're all terribly sorry about the major.

Must be especially difficult for you. He seemed a friend of yours.

Yes, he was.

However, at my age, death doesn't seem so terrible.

Sad, of course, but not such a specter.

Oh, poppycock. I hate talk like that.

I hope you don't mean that because you're elderly...

...you have a special relationship to death.

What nonsense.

Elderly? I'd never think of myself as elderly.

I feel just the same as I did when I was 17.

Only then, of course, I pitied anyone over 20...

...and now I don't.

Well, you needn't be so smug about it. You can still walk.

You can afford to be complacent. Look at me.

Oh, you enjoy yourself, and you know it.

There's no one more smug than a man who feels entitled...

...to lord it over other people.

How dare you talk to me like that? I'm a sick man.

- Mr. Rafiel, let's not get excited. - Oh, hush up.

I'm having a lively chat with this woman here...

...which is more than I've ever had with you.

She's got backbone.

She doesn't sit around all day, going, "Cluck, cluck"...

- ...like someone I could name. - And she isn't as rude.

Did you see that? I like that. She knows how to make me laugh.

Too bad Major Palgrave didn't laugh more.

- Might have helped his hypertension. - Hypertension, my foot.

He never had high blood pressure in his life.

Well, of course he did. I heard it myself from someone.

So did I.

But you know, I can't remember who mentioned it to me.

Well, I mentioned it to you once, just the night before he died.

Oh, so you did. I'd completely forgotten it.

- But I wonder who told you. - Let me think.

You know, I can't remember myself.

Edward mentioned it one day around the pool, didn't he?

Oh, nonsense. Poppycock.

I told the major he shouldn't drink with high blood pressure...

...and he nearly fell off his chair.

Said he didn't have high pressure, it was low.

Doctor always had to take it twice.

Oh, my. I wonder what to make of that.

Excuse me.

I want to mail these postcards.

I don't understand.

Why would they be in the major's room unless they belonged to him?

All I know is I never see the Serenite in his room until after he dead.

You know, me no think that he took any pills like that at all.

If there's something strange about the pills being in the room...

...she should talk to Dr. Graham about it, don't you think?

I think perhaps we should pass the information along.

It's our responsibility if there's something not right about this.

Thank you, Victoria. You were absolutely correct in coming to us.

Well, thank you, sir. Thank you, ma'am.

I've been meaning to ask who does your hair.

I think that color would be perfect for me.

I'll call him and make an appointment.

- Would you? - Yes.

- Thanks. - Okay.

Hello.

Dr. Graham? No, I--

I'm afraid I've done a disgraceful thing.

I told you a lie...

...about the snapshot of my nephew.

I made it up.

Well, why would you do that?

Because I knew that the major had a snapshot of a murderer.

He offered to show it to me the day before he died.

- A snapshot of a killer? - That's what he said it was.

He told me the story, but I never actually saw the snapshot.

And then, you see, the next day, he died.

I thought you should have the fullest information possible...

...in case....

In case what?

In case you decided to take steps about it.

- Steps? What sort of steps? - Oh, I haven't an idea.

A man in your position would know more about that than I.

Perhaps an inquiry of some sort? I thought a doctor could do that.

It did seem to me that perhaps there should be an inquiry.

I had thought about that.

And perhaps there might be...

...a way to check with Major Palgrave's physician in England...

...as one doctor to another, that sort of thing...

...to see if he ever prescribed Serenite.

Wonderful. How clever of you to think of that.

What will you think of next?

Perhaps someone should speak with the local police.

Oh, my, that would be a step.

I can see that now. Excellent.

Well, I must be off.

I wish you luck.

And, Dr. Graham...

...it was most kind of you to talk with me about this.

Really, it was.

Let's get things quite clear.

What's the suggestion?

That a bottle of poison pills was substituted for the Serenite?

No, I think not.

If someone wanted to get rid of the major quickly...

...he would have been given something, most likely in a drink of some kind.

And the blood pressure medication put in his room afterwards?

- Exactly. - But isn't Serenite a prescription drug?

How could someone put it in the major's room?

Wouldn't it be obvious that it wasn't his prescription?

It would be easy enough to remove the true patient's name...

...from the prescription form on the bottle.

All you would need is a razor blade.

Then you simply start a rumor he is suffering from high blood pressure.

- And who did all that? - Well, I don't know yet.

Wouldn't it have been simpler just to have poisoned him and let it go?

No, no, no, man. That might have meant an inquiry.

Possibly an autopsy.

This way, a doctor would accept the death and sign the certificate...

...just as I did.

Dr. Graham, as much as I respect your instincts on this...

...you still have no proof.

There is nothing to investigate. All what you have is rumor and speculation.

What if his physician at home never prescribed the Serenite?

That would give us a place to start, of course...

...but I'm not sure what we could turn up.

We are not even certain that a crime has been committed at this point.

Not bad.

- My go. - Right.

You must play a lot of croquet in St. Mary Mead.

No, not that much.

Though I love it, of course. I love it.

Such fun, isn't it?

Well, to tell you the truth...

...it's the only way I know to get away from Mr. Rafiel.

You've been with him for some time.

- You must love nursing. - Hardly.

But it does have its fringe benefits...

...like this Caribbean vacation every year.

A number of you come here at the same time each year.

Oh, yes. The Hillingdons, the Dysons...

...Major Palgrave, of course.

Greg's first wife was here originally, you know.

First wife? I didn't know he was divorced.

Oh, no. No, no. Gail died.

She was Lucky's cousin.

Lucky married Greg a month later.

Your shot.

Look. My ball went right through the wicket.

Now, isn't that wonderful?

You were standing right in front of it. How could you miss?

You never married then.

What makes you say that?

Did I say that? Oh, that's stupid. I was thinking aloud.

I mean, a woman with a husband...

...wouldn't be able to make extended trips.

That's what was going through my head.

I was married, actually.

He....

Well, I'm a widow.

Damn!

- Good evening. - Hi.

- Hello. - Enjoy your dinner.

Thank you.

She's looking very peaky, don't you think?

Who, Molly?

Well, yes, now you mention it.

- I wonder what could be the trouble. - The major's death, of course.

They're afraid the tourist trade will drop off once word gets out.

You know how people are.

Apparently, the police have been consulted.

- Oh, my. Whatever for? - Well, that's what I heard too.

I had no idea that anything was suspected.

Well, Tim's the one I feel sorry for. This could ruin him.

He's got everything tied up in this place.

Oh, goodness.

I thought it was a joint venture, the two of them.

But then, of course, I could get my facts mixed up.

Well, it probably is her money too, but she's hardly being much help.

Or maybe she's doing the best she can...

...given her past history.

She reminds me of Penny Livingston, my neighbor's daughter.

She went all peaky. Used to faint.

They never did find out what it was.

I heard it was...mental.

- Penny Livingston? - No.

Hi. Good evening. Guess what, after dinner we have shuffleboard.

Shuffleboard?

I've been forced to give it up. I have a trick knee.

Such a pity.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, you'll make an excellent cheering section then.

We'll see you over there. Bye-bye. Enjoy your dinner.

Good evening.

Wouldn't you know she'd run out and buy a shawl just like Molly's?

I'd like to cut our holiday short and go home.

Edward, why would we do that?

What's bothering you?

I know we have our problems...

...but I'm your best friend...

...and if you're in trouble, you must trust me.

This is nothing you can help me with, Evelyn. Thank you.

Listen to me.

I know you had an affair with Lucky. You might as well admit that much.

For all I know, it's still going on.

Well, it's not.

Then what hold does she have over you?

Why do you let her get away with it?

Because I did something terribly wrong, and she knows it.

I don't believe it.

What did you do, steal a car? Rape? Murder? Rob a bank?

You've never done anything wrong in your life.

I forged a prescription.

Lucky asked me to sign some doctor's name on a prescription blank...

...said it was for diet pills or something.

It seemed harmless enough.

Besides, I was crazy about her then.

I would have done anything for her.

I don't understand.

Neither did I, at the time.

But later....

Later, I realized she'd used it...

...to kill Greg's first wife.

Gail?

Lucky poisoned Gail Dyson.

That's horrible.

But you didn't help her deliberately. You said so yourself.

My handwriting is on the prescription blank.

I bought the medicine.

And now she's holding it over you.

A blackmail of sorts.

I swear, if I don't get away from this place...

- ...I'lL kill her. - Don't say that.

We'll think of something, I'm sure.

- Who else knows about this? - I don't know at this point.

Well, we'll just have to see, I guess.

Maybe no one else knows but her. That'd be nice.

Don't you think?

Hey, Ruth, have you seen Miss Marple?

She's wanted for the darts tournament.

No, I haven't seen her...

...but she's usually on the patio about now.

Oh, okay.

Stop right where you are!

Mr. Rafiel, you scared me half to death.

- Tim's been looking for you. - I don't play darts.

You should learn. I signed you up for the tournament. Shuffleboard too.

Why would you do such a hateful thing?

You're old. You should play shuffleboard.

All old people should play shuffleboard.

That's the silliest thing I ever heard.

I'll manage my own entertainment, thank you.

You can manage to get yourself killed too.

I've been watching you.

Fluttering around, having those nice, harmless little chats of yours.

Now, you've been sticking your nose into things.

I was only trying to remember the murder story the major told me.

The one about the murderess?

Lucrezia Borgia type? Young, beautiful?

- Murderess? Who'd she murder? - Her husband, of course.

Gave him a sleeping pill and shoved him off the balcony.

Resourceful female. She said it was suicide.

She got off lightly when they caught up with her...

...loony as she could be, of course.

Diminished responsibility, they called it.

Did the major show you a snapshot?

Of the murderess? No.

Now, don't stick your neck out.

Go tat something. Have an attack of some kind.

I'll stick my neck anywhere I please.

And don't sign me up for anything else...

...or I shall see that you are enrolled in the nude-sunbathing class.

Mrs. Kendall?

Mrs. Kendall?

- Yes, John, what is it? - Where do you want these?

- What? - The flowers?

Where do you want them?

Oh, why don't we put those on the center table, right there.

Can you do that for me?

And I want the band set up promptly at 8:00 for the costume party.

Would you please remind them?

Miguel, I thought I told you to keep your cap on in here.

- There are health regulations. - It's too hot in here.

The cap makes my head feel like it's on fire.

But you have to wear one. The previous owners were cited twice for violations.

Now, if Tim caught you, you'd be fired. Do you understand?

You're going to look absolutely wonderful for the party tonight.

Do you really think so? I don't often have my hair done.

About time you did, then.

If you ask me, I think Molly's headed for a nervous breakdown.

Dear, me.

- As a nurse, you would know the signs. - Oh, yes.

Her brother had a screw loose, too, from what I hear.

Took off all his clothes on an airplane.

Oh, dear.

Was that first-class or tourist?

Well, I never flew first class. I just wondered what they'd do.

People with money seem to get away with anything.

Oh, her people had money, of course, or how else would she have gotten Tim.

You know, Molly was going with some other man before she met Tim.

Very unsavory character.

It so often happens.

Criminal background, from what I hear.

Anyway, Molly refused to bring him home so the family forbid her to see him again.

- Very old-fashioned. - But quite right, don't you think?

Fortunately, at that point, Molly met Tim...

...and the other man sort of faded out of the picture.

Well, from what I hear, the family was so relieved...

...they settled the money on her as a sort of incentive.

Like a bribe, you mean?

Well, I suppose you could call it that.

There now. What do you think?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't usually wear my hair in a great ball like that.

Do you think we could pat it down a bit?

Miss Marple, it's Evelyn. Have you any idea where Edward is?

I think he went to get a drink a while back but I'm not sure.

It's so hard to recognize anyone.

How did you know it was me?

Your shoes.

Mr. Dyson. Please.

Yes, what is it?

- Don't this belong to you, no? - Yes, of course, that's my bottle of Serenite.

- Where did you find it? - Where it have been put.

In the gentleman's room.

What gentleman's room is that?

The gentleman that is dead.

Me no think that he sleep so good in his grave.

I don't understand what you're getting at?

But you will...

...Mr. Dyson, sir.

Molly?

Molly, what's wrong?

There's nothing wrong.

Well, of course there is. You wouldn't sit out here and cry for nothing.

Sometimes...

...maybe it's 5 in the afternoon...

...and I can't remember anything since 2.

And I find myself in a different place.

Sometimes I'm even wearing different clothes.

And I don't remember anything.

- You must see a doctor. - No.

No, don't say that.

I'm fine, really. It's just the stress.

I'll be all right.

Tim.

Tim.

I really think we should find out where Molly's gone.

She seemed terribly upset.

Almost hysterical.

Has she seen Dr. Graham about all of this?

I've given up insisting on that.

She's...

I don't know, she's unreasonable when it comes to doctors.

It's irrational.

It has something to do with her past, she won't say what.

- Mental problems? - II'd really rather not talk about it.

There's nothing wrong with Molly that a few days' rest won't cure.

Tim.

- Tim, Tim! - Are you all right?

It's Victoria on the path. I think she's dead.

She's dead.

The medical examiner is on his way. He'll bring the ambulance crew with him.

Did Dr. Graham ever get word back from Major Palgrave's physician?

Oh, yes. It was just as he suspected.

The major never had any high blood pressure in his life.

I wish now I had more to go on at the time. We might have prevented this.

- Please, come in. - Mr. Dyson.

My wife's in the bedroom.

I'm assuming you'd like to speak to us separately.

Yes, it's the custom, if you don't mind.

Not a bit. Anxious to help. Please, sit down.

Thank you.

It's too bad about this girl. She was nice. We both liked her.

I might as well come straight to the point.

She approached me tonight, not two hours before she died.

She returned this bottle of Serenite...

...someone had apparently taken from my room.

When did you notice the pills were missing?

About a week or so ago.

I have half a dozen bottles in the suitcase.

But I only keep out the one that's in use.

And you asked Victoria whether she knew anything of the missing supply?

Yes, I did.

She said the last time she'd seen it was in our bathroom.

- She said she'd look around. - And after that?

She came and returned the bottle to me tonight on the path.

She told me then she'd found it in the major's room.

I have no idea how it got there, but--

- But you think she knew. - Exactly.

Mr. Dyson...

...why didn't you mention the missing Serenite at the time of the major's death?

Didn't it strike you as odd?

Why should it?

A lot of people take Serenite for high blood pressure.

It's no more unusual than aspirin for headaches.

Besides, as far as I've ever heard...

...the major's death was supposed to be from natural causes.

If it had been labeled murder of course I would have spoken up.

- Excuse us. - Yes, of course.

What seems to be the problem?

I've got something to tell.

She came through the kitchen, Mrs. Kendall did...

- ...and she had a knife with her. - Mrs. Kendall had a knife?

I saw it myself. She put it in her pocket as she went out the door.

- A steak knife. - How very strange.

She gets very angry with the help.

All the time she loses her temper with us.

Take him down to headquarters and see if he can identify the murder weapon.

It must have been connected to the major's death. Figure it out for yourself.

Maybe she knew something worth a little blackmail.

I did see you on the path with her.

Not that I'm suggesting you had anything to do with it.

You love to torment me, don't you, Lucky?

I wouldn't try and hide anything if I were you.

It always looks so bad for you later if you get caught.

Well, I can account for my time, Lucky.

I hope you can account for yours.

I don't want to worry you, Mrs. Kendall, but I have to ask you a few questions.

It's really quite all right.

I understand you went for a walk toward the end of the evening.

- Did you take a knife on your walk? - A knife? Why would I take a knife?

Someone had seen you tuck a knife in your pocket earlier in the evening.

I was wondering if it was still in your possession late that night.

I don't remember.

Unless it was before dinner. I believe I picked up a piece of cutlery then.

There was an extra knife on the table.

And you don't remember if you still had it with you?

Well, I can't think why I would...

...but I really can't say.

I might have.

And did you like this girl?

Victoria?

Was she good at her work?

Yes, she was nice enough and efficient.

She never threatened you?

Captain, I didn't kill the girl, if that's what you're getting at.

I wouldn't hurt anyone.

But you did have blood on your hands when you came in.

Your prints were on the knife that killed her.

But I didn't do anything, I swear it.

Somebody's trying to make me look guilty when I'm not.

Or so it would seem.

Thank you.

You've been most cooperative. I'm certain we'll be talking to you again.

Good day, Mrs. Kendall.

Have you come to interrogate me, Captain Daventry?

Perhaps I should have done that a week ago.

Dr. Graham tells me you suspected something when the major died.

To be truthful, I didn't believe it at the time.

I owe you an apology.

Well, that's quite unnecessary, I assure you.

We did an autopsy on the major.

The actual cause of death was a lethal dose of di-florethylcarbenzol.

From what I gather, the symptoms produced would be much the same...

...as those of hypertension aggravated by an overindulgence in alcohol.

I should be very careful what you drink.

Arthur! Where is that man? He's never here when I need him. Arthur!

There's no need to scream. I'll go see if I can find him.

I'll scream if I want to. If I didn't scream, no one would lift their finger to help me.

What do you want?

I'll drop back when you're feeling more sociable.

I feel perfectly sociable.

Anyway, Ruth shouldn't mind a little abuse. I'm rewarding her handsomely in my will.

Oh, how lovely.

Then perhaps you'll stop yelling so that we can have a little chat.

Give me a push here. I'm looking for my briefcase.

I can't seem to be able to find it anywhere. Maybe it's out here on the patio.

There it is. Would you hand that to me, please?

Thank you.

I've decided to trust you.

We have to put our heads together and get to the bottom of this.

The major was bumped off, as they say.

Captain Daventry told me so himself.

I knew it. I knew it. Then all that talk about high blood pressure was just poppycock.

Yes. Somebody was very clever putting that story about.

It only needed a murmur here and there.

But, you know, Victoria must have known who it was.

But all this is so obvious, Mr. Rafiel.

We have to look to the original event.

The story of the murder that the major intended to put in his book.

You know, I made a mistake about you.

I don't very often make a mistake about people, but you had me fooled.

All that knitting and dithering.

I can't stand fussy ladies who knit.

Do you mean to pay attention, or do you not?

Really.

Now, what interests me is the motive for the major's death.

Here's a man telling a story that someone told him...

...showing a snapshot with no date or location noted on it anywhere.

Now, that hardly constitutes proof of any sort.

And the tale itself was hearsay.

Why on earth would that worry a murderer?

I hadn't thought about that, but you're right, of course.

Even if the man was a dead ringer for the killer, so what?

No one was going to take Palgrave's identification seriously.

The man could just laugh it off.

So why on earth would he proceed to murder old Palgrave?

It's absolutely unnecessary.

Well, that's what I thought too...

...until just a moment ago.

Of course, I could be wrong.

Will you stop that silly business with me.

You know perfectly well what you're talking about.

There could be a very powerful motive if--

If? If what?

If there were going to be another murder quite soon.

- One that had been planned all along? - Yes, indeed.

I suspect the major and Victoria were killed to clear the way for someone else's death.

- But whose? - Oh, dear.

That's just it.

At this point...

...I haven't the faintest idea.

You do understand that you're to keep in touch.

I know the police are permitting some of you to leave...

...but only if you can be reached for questioning.

Yes, of course. Captain Daventry made that perfectly clear.

- Too bad we have to cut our stay short. - Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

It's nothing personal, you understand.

Delightful hotel and all that.

Perhaps next year.

Yes, if we decide to come back to the Caribbean, we'll be in touch.

We'll see when the time comes.

Could you excuse me just a moment, please?

What is it?

It's too much, is what it is.

Sixteen people have checked out this morning.

At this rate, the hotel will be empty by the end of the week.

It's my fault.

- It's all my fault. - No, it's not.

You didn't do anything. It's just....

I don't understand what's happening.

Who is doing this to us? It's like some grotesque form of sabotage.

I am crazy.

I know it.

I don't know where I was that night.

I don't remember how I got on the path.

Stop it. Now, you stop it.

You listen to me. I know you didn't do anything.

But who did? Who hates us this much?

I don't know.

I don't know.

The whole damn place is empty.

Don't push me over there. I want to sit with her.

I don't want to eat by myself.

Ruth and I are having lunch. We'll join you.

I don't want to eat with you.

Come on, now. Do as I say, for heaven's sake.

Suit yourself.

I had to be especially rude just so we could talk.

Did you say "especially"?

How much do you know about him?

Well, not very much, now that you mention it.

He was a pharmacist. Lost his license in some scandal or other.

Nothing very serious, but enough to make him tuck his tail in and disappear.

Seems the ideal job for someone in hiding.

Mr. Rafiel.

Miss Marple.

I've got to stop grinning like this, I feel like a Cheshire cat.

I can't stand that fellow.

That doesn't make him a murderer, you know.

- You don't like half the people here. - I don't like any of the people here.

Except you, of course.

That fellow has got two points against him.

First, he had that high-blood-pressure stuff.

The-- What do you call it? The Serenite.

Nice and handy, ready to use.

That would be rather obvious.

So is a steak knife in the back.

- Let's not credit this fellow with subtlety. - What's the second point?

He married a poor woman.

His first wife is rich. He's been living off her money ever since she died.

And under peculiar circumstances, so I hear.

That's just my point.

Suppose he wants to get rid of this wife so he can marry the next.

Then Lucky would be the intended victim.

Do you mind if I sit here?

Those are taken.

Well...

Well, I think I'll try and sit with Greg.

Why did you do that?

I will not have lunch with a suspect.

But how can one get information if one doesn't talk with people now and then?

And besides, I'm sure we shouldn't make assumptions about killers.

We don't really know what drives people to murder, do we?

So anyone could be guilty, you see.

Like Hillingdon over there?

Perhaps.

You know, I rather fancy Hillingdon myself.

You know, I have an idea there's something very odd going on between him and Lucky.

- Don't you think? - l quite agree.

And yet I can't help feeling that it isn't as simple as all that.

I wonder if Evelyn isn't actually the one to keep an eye on in this case.

Miss Marple, hello.

Have you seen Molly, by any chance? We were supposed to meet for a drink

There she is.

That's Lucky.

Oh, yes. So it is.

The blond hair fooled me. It's just the color of Molly's.

Lucky's isn't natural, you know.

- It's a wig? - No, it's dyed.

The minute she saw Molly's shade, she went straight out and matched it.

Just like that shawl.

Lucky's very competitive with other women. Have you noticed that?

No, I hadn't. But it's interesting that you should mention it.

Hi. What a nice group.

We should start an activity. How about charades? Miss Marple?

Oh, what a wonderful idea.

But I've been forbidden to play.

It makes my heart palpitate. I could have a fatal attack.

- I'm not even allowed to watch. - I'm sorry.

Well, how about the rest of you?

Evelyn? Greg?

I'm afraid none of us are much in the mood, Tim.

All right. Well, perhaps some other time then.

So sad.

He did so want to make a go of it.

- No, no, no! - I know, Mr. Rafiel.

- No, I don't want it. - You're going to have it.

That's all there is to it.

No, there is no question about this. That's that.

I had that last night, and I'm sick of it. No.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Help! Help!

Help me, please, someone! Molly's killed herself!

Help me, please, somebody!

She's in the bathroom. Greg, get the doctor.

Let me through. I'm a nurse. Which way, in here?

Easy now, easy.

I've got it. I've got a pulse.

Get her onto her feet.

Let's see what she took.

- Sleeping pills. This is empty. - She just had that refilled.

- Wait on the porch. - No, I'm staying.

- Out. - No, I'm--

Take him outside.

This isn't like her.

She isn't like this at all. She....

I can't believe she did this. She couldn't have.

The doctor says you can come in now.

All right, everyone, everything's fine. You can go back to your bungalows.

She's fine.

Miss Marple, don't go just yet, please.

Oh, hasn't it been frightful? And how quick you were.

- Molly owes you her life. - Her life wasn't in any jeopardy.

I think our Miss Molly was faking the whole thing.

Oh, but she was in coma.

Face was white as a sheet. I saw it myself.

I took her pulse. She's strong as a horse.

I'm not sure she was even unconscious.

- She was acting. - But she did take an overdose?

Oh, yes, she took the pills, there's no doubt about that.

But I've seen this kind of thing before.

She had it timed right down to the minute, figuring he'd be back.

But why should she do a thing like that?

What possible reason would she have to fake?

Maybe she was setting up a plea of temporary insanity.

- Insanity? - In case she's accused of murder.

Everyone gets off on that defense nowadays.

She's sleeping now.

I think you should take Tim up to the bar for a drink.

- He's-- He's a bundle of nerves. - I could sit with Molly, if you'd like.

Someone should keep an eye on her, don't you think?

No, I'm all right. I'll stay.

Better buy me a drink. I need it worse than you do.

- You go on. Doctor's orders. - Come on.

All right.

Dr. Graham.

This may seem an odd question...

...but Ruth suggested that perhaps this wasn't...

...quite the emergency it seemed.

I'd hesitate to call it anything at all.

She apparently took the pills, you see, but not enough to do any harm.

Perhaps she didn't know that.

Perhaps. But it is puzzling.

She's sound asleep.

I can't sit there without my knitting.

I'll only be a moment. There's no harm done.

What are you doing?

I saw you leaving. I thought someone should be here.

Ridiculous. You're searching through Molly's cosmetics.

I want to know why.

All right. I have been watching Molly.

I'm convinced she's being drugged.

I thought it was some product she used every day.

Face cream, lotion, something like that.

You see, preparations like belladonna and atropine can produce bizarre effects.

Why didn't you go to Dr. Graham with this? Or the police?

Look, please believe me. I know it looks bad.

- But I'm only trying to protect Molly. - From whom?

Who would even think to drug the poor woman, torment her like that?

No idea. I mean, the bungalow's left open all day.

- Anybody could sneak in. - Yes, indeed.

Did Major Palgrave ever tell you the story of a murderer?

Oh, well, there was one.

I can't remember the details...

...but I think it was about a modern-day Lucrezia Borgia.

Lucrezia Borgia? Was that the phrase he used?

Yes, the one who poisoned people.

Oh, Dr. Graham, I'm so glad you're back.

She's asleep.

I have something I must do.

Well, you run along then. I'll tend to Molly.

You've come to call, have you? Wonderful. Come on in, come on in.

I couldn't sleep. What's all this about Molly?

Ruth ran off, and nobody will tell me anything.

I've had an idea.

I don't know that there's anything to this...

...but something's occurred to me.

- About Molly? - Oh, stop fretting about Molly.

She's quite safe for the time being.

- I'm thinking about this killer. - Well, who do you think he is?

I think he might possibly be a she.

Well, the major told more than one murder tale, didn't he?

I must confess, I wasn't paying strict attention that day.

I was interested, of course...

...because the major did know how to spin a yarn, didn't he?

If you'll pardon the pun.

But that's exactly what gave me the idea.

You see, that day, I dropped my yarn, and off it rolled.

I remember distinctly that he said something else...

...as he was looking for the snapshot.

He said, "I'd forgotten all about that business.

Good-looking woman, she was. You'd never suspect--"

And then he found the photo and started to show it to me.

Like to see a picture of a murderer?

I don't know if he changed the subject while I was chasing me yarn...

...but he might well have been talking about her.

That good-looking woman he later told you about.

- Oh, the Lucrezia Borgia? - Yes, exactly.

I don't know. It doesn't seem right to me.

No, I think your first instincts were right, Miss Marple.

I think you should trust your first hunch.

Oh, perhaps you're right. Perhaps you're right.

Oh, this is baffling. It's most baffling.

I think we'd better go and find Captain Daventry. I'm terribly worried.

We must prevent another murder if we can.

Miss Marple. Miss Marple, have you seen Molly?

Dr. Graham turned his back for a moment, she disappeared.

No. We just came down the path. We didn't lay eyes on her.

Look, please, I've got to find her. Will you help me?

- Hold on. She can't be far. - How long has she been gone?

Will you stop chattering and go on?

- Calm down, Tim. - Okay.

Go on, go on, will you?

For heaven's sake. Don't worry about me.

Oh, God.

Molly.

Oh, poor thing.

Why did you do this?

I wouldn't touch the body if I were you.

- It isn't Molly, you know. It's Lucky. - What?

I can't understand it. I don't know what's happening.

I thought this was Molly, didn't you?

- Lucky! No! - Greg, let's go back.

- Lucky! - Greg, come on.

All right.

Mr. Kendall, perhaps you should call Captain Daventry.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

- Are you sure you'll be all right? - Oh, yes. I'm sure I shall be quite safe.

Yes, Edward?

You knew I was there?

You cast a shadow, you know, even in moonlight.

And I was wondering why I didn't see you with the others searching for Molly.

Miss Marple...

...I had nothing to do with this. Please believe me.

I just now understand what's happening.

Please, guard the body until the police come.

Excuse me, please.

Oh, we may have to act quickly, very quickly.

I should have known from the beginning.

- It was so simple. - What was?

Oh, you'll have to trust me. I need your help.

Lucky's been murdered and Molly is missing again.

- Molly? What's Molly got to do with it? - Everything.

Thank God.

Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you.

I went to the pond.

- The fish pond? - Yes.

There was someone in the water, and she was dead.

- I got scared, and I ran. - It was Lucky.

Someone killed her, Molly.

I didn't kill her. Really, Tim, I didn't kill her.

Oh, I'm sure I didn't do it!

I would remember that if I had done it, wouldn't I?

Are you sure?

Molly, are you absolutely positive?

No.

No.

I don't know.

I don't know what's happening to me.

No, no, not that way. Turn me around, turn me around.

Right. I'm doing it.

Oh, dear.

- Oh, God. Oh, no! - I'll do it.

Oh, Arthur, just the man I want. Help me get this up.

Here, drink this. Come on, it'll help you relax. Go on.

- l can't. My teeth are chattering. - Darling, you must. Go on, it'll help you.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hold that glass tightly, Mr. Rafiel. Don't let it out of your sight.

What is going on here?

Evelyn said she saw Molly heading this-- Here she is.

You were right, you know. I should have trusted my first instincts.

I dare say when the contents of that glass are analyzed...

...you'll find it contains a lethal dose of narcotic.

It's been the same pattern in every case, and just as the major recited it.

He told me a story about a pair of clever murders...

...and started to show me a picture of the killer.

Then something startled him.

I realized he was staring at someone but I couldn't tell who it was.

One of you in this room had to be the murderer.

You overheard the major's story and realized he had recognized you.

You knew there was no time to lose. The major had to go.

The major was given a snapshot of a murderer, and that murderer was you.

This is ridiculous.

Later he had to kill Victoria too...

...because she remembered catching sight of him in the Dysons' bungalow...

...with the Serenite.

Once she realized what he was up to he had to take care of her too...

...because his real aim was to kill Molly.

- So that's what's been going on. - No, it's not true.

Not a word of it is true. Tim, darling, you could never kill anyone.

It's that horrible girl you married. It's Molly. She did it.

- I believe in you. I love you. I trust you. - Shut up. Just shut up!

You stupid woman. Want to get me executed?

- l1 should have killed you first! - l daresay.

Come on, come on. Let me through, let me through, let me through.

I'm afraid that you contributed to this, Arthur.

You were the one who told Tim that Mr. Rafiel intended...

...to leave Ruth Walters a tidy fortune on his death.

It was stupid of me.

I think we'll find that Tim Kendall himself...

...was the undesirable suitor in Molly's past.

She as much as admitted that the two pretended...

...that her disreputable lover had left the scene.

Her parents had never seen him...

...and so it was easy enough for Tim to come back round...

...and present himself as the new and suitable son-in-law...

...on whom they settled so much money.

When Molly's money ran out, he had to find someone else with money, and Ruth was it.

Yes. I'm afraid if he had succeeded in that plan...

...he'd have found a way to remove you from this Earth too.

He had just about persuaded Molly that she was insane.

And, of course, he had been slowly poisoning her for weeks.

But why did he kill Lucky?

Oh, that was a case of mistaken identity.

He had sent Molly out to wait for him at the tropical fish pond...

...but she had a blackout and wandered off.

He meant to drown her, of course...

...and pass it off as a successful suicide attempt.

It was Lucky's misfortune to find herself there instead.

Well, at least we can all rest easy...

- ...now that the murderer has been caught. - Thank heaven for that.

Palm Islands Airways, flight two, now ready for departure.

- Have a safe trip. - Oh, oh, and Molly.

You must come back next year, compliments of the hotel.

Thank you, dear, that's most kind of you...

...but I think I'd be more rested if I just stay in St. Mary Mead.

We don't have darts and shuffleboard.

Confound it. Why must you be so slow? Miss Marple can't stand there all day.

She's got a plane to catch.

Well, you seem to be in fine fettle this morning, Mr. Rafiel.

Here, I got you these, and they weren't cheap.

No sentiment. I won't tolerate any poppycock.

Well, I should hope not.