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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, how do you do?
- Hello, welcome.

I understand you're from St. Mary Mead.

Yes, do you know it?

- Um, 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.

Oh, my! How lovely!

- Thank you.
- Oh.

Oh, just a moment.

There.

This is Victoria.

Just 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'll let you freshen up.

We have a tram
to take you to the beach

when you want to go, okay?

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

Sw-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 it--

I'll leave
when I damn well choose!

Fat lot of good medication
does anyway...

Ah! 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! 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!'

Excuse me.

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?

Oh, 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'll 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, hmm?

Have they owned it long?

About six months or so.
A 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
has beaten me to it.

Would you care for a lemonade,
compliments of the management?

Oh, yes, of course,
thank you.

- Okay. Major?
- Oh, not for me.

Best I get back to work.

"Miles to go
before I sleep"

and all that tommyrot.

Dinner's at 6:00.

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.

Alright, 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.

I don't know
why they call me lucky

when every hand I get is a dog.

Now, that's table talk.

I think we ought
to throw the hand in.

What do you think, Evelyn?

I'm 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.
- Alright, well, allow me.

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

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

It's 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.

Ahh, no!

Molly, Molly, what is it?

Oh, I'm sorry, it was awful!

I thought I was dead!

Come here,
come on, come on.

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

and 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?

Ah.

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.

Ah, 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.
The name, 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.

Ah, now, now, wait.

I know what
you're going to say

"Suicide victims
are apt to repeat the attempt."

Now 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
and 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.

Ah, 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.

Ooh, 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 titbits...

Oh, I'd forgotten about
that business.

Hmm, good-looking woman,
too, she was.

- Ah, you would never suspect...
- Oh, dear.

Dear, I must watch myself.

Like to see a picture
of a murderer?

Well, I'll be damned!

Ah, gorgeous day!

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

Ju-ju-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 wolf-hound

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.

Ah, excuse me.

What do you think,
the green or the blue?

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

- What'd you buy?
- Uh, nothing.

What a grand expedition this is.

I just think 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?

Uh, this is that nice
husband of mine.

You remember Greg, don't you?

Oh, good heavens, of course!

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

How foolish of me. I somehow
got it all turned round.

Oh, 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...

I see you've 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.

Well, 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.

Oh.

There's dancing tonight
after dinner, I'm told

so, uh,
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, 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.

Will you join me in a sherry?

Oh, yes, just one.

Sherry, hmm.

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.

There you are.

Cheers!

♪ I want that man
and he want me back ♪

♪ He want me back
and I want that man ♪

♪ He want me back ♪

♪ I want that man
'cause he want me back ♪♪

♪ He want me back ♪

♪ I want my man
and he want me back ♪

♪ I love that man
and he love me mm so much ♪

♪ I want my man and... ♪

You want me
to come back later, major?

I didn't know
you're sleeping late.

He dead, he dead!

He dead, he dead!

The major, he dead!

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.

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, and 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, why don't you 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?

O-oh-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.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

Ahh. Now... let's see.

How does this feel?

Ah-ha! 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.

It must have been a mild case
not worth mentioning.

Ah, 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.

Well, you just keep me informed
about the knee.

Oh, uh, doctor!

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

Uh, 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.

Well, you'd think
he was murdered in his sleep

the way the 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 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.

Aah!

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?

Pretty 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 ten

"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... i-is-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.

Ah, 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.

Tss. 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.

Hmm.

Hmm.

How are you, Miss Marple?

We're all terribly sorry
about the major.

Must be especially
difficult for you,

he seemed a close 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
just because you're elderly

you have a special
relationship to death.

- What nonsense!
- "Elderly?"

I 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.

Now, Mr. Rafiel,
let's not get excited.

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.

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.

Hmm, let me think.

You know,
I can't remember myself.

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

Oh, that's just poppycock.
I told the major

that he shouldn't drink
with high blood pressure

and, and he nearly fell off
his chair.

Said he didn't have
high blood pressure.

It was low.

Doctor always
had to take it twice.

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

Excuse me. Hmm.

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 take any pills
like that at all.

Well, if there's something strange

about the pills
being in the major's room

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

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

I think that color
would be perfect for me.

Well, I'll call him and make
an appointment for you.

- Would you? Thanks.
- Yes.

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?

I-in-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, uh,

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
were 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, uh, 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 at that?

Oh, 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.

I mean, we are not even certain

that a crime has been committed
at this point.

- 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?
- Hm.

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.
- Oh.

Oh, look! My ball went right
through the wicket.

Now isn't that wonderful?

Well, you were standing
right in front of it.

I mean, how could you miss?

You never married, then?

Uh, hm...

What makes you say that?

D-did I say that?
Oh, that's stupid.

I was thinking aloud.

I-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 the word gets out.
You know how people are.

Apparently the police
have been consulted.

Oh, my, whatever for?

Oh, 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

won't you? 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... 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-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.

Oh, no, I haven't seen her, but, uh,

she's usually out
on the patio right 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 very much!

You're gonna 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.

Oh, 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 quite lightly
when they caught up with her.

Looney 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 o'clock

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.

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, of course.

Oh, yes.

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

Took off all his clothes
on an airplane.

Oh, dear! Was it
first class or tourist?

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

People with money, you know,
seem to get away with anything.

Oh, her people had money,
of course

or else how would she
have gotten Tim?

You know Molly was going
with some other man

before she met Tim,
very unsavory character.

- Oh, it so often happens.
- Mm-hmm.

Criminal background,
from what I hear, mm-hmm.

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.

But 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-I, 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?
- What?

Please...

Yes, wha-what is it?

Don't these belong to you, no?

Oh, 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, you know?

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

But you will, Mr. Dyson, sir.

Oh!

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 5:00
in the afternoon

and I can't remember
anything since 2:00.

And I find myself
in a different place.

Sometimes I'm even wearing
different clothes

and...
I don't remember anything.

But, you must see a doctor.

No. No, don't say that.

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

I'm alright.

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 of some sort?

I 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 alright?

It-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 there.

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.

Oh, not a bit. Anxious to be of
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?

Oh, 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 current 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 on the shelf
in our bathroom.

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

I told you, she came and
returned the bottle to me

tonight on the path.

She told me then, she 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?

Uh, I 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,
and 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.

Why don't you 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 alright.

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 apparently had seen you
tuck a knife in your pocket

at one point earlier
in the evening.

I was wondering if it was
still in your possession

late that night.

I-I-I don't remember...

unless it was
before dinner, I...

I believe I picked up
a-a piece of cutlery then.

There was an extra knife at one
of the places 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?

Well, yes, she was nice enough,
and efficient.

She had 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 fingerprints were
on the knife that killed her.

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

Somebody's trying to make me
look as if I'm 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 that
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 around
when I need him. Arthur!

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?

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

I-I feel perfectly sociable.

Anyway, Ruth shouldn't mind
a little abuse.

I'm rewarding her
very handsomely in my will.

Oh, how lovely!

Then perhaps
you'll stop yelling,

so that we can
have a little chat.

Come on.
Give me a-give me a push here.

I'm-I'm looking
for my briefcase.

I don't seem to be able
to find it anywhere.

Maybe it's out here
on the patio.

Ah, there it is. Yes.

Would you-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
were just poppycock.

Yes, oh,
somebody was very clever

putting that story about.

It only needed a murmur
here and there.

Did you know, Victoria
must have known who it was?

Oh, 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 is 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.

And 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.

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

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-if what?

If there were going to be
another murder quite soon.

You mean one that had been
planned all along?

Yes, indeed.

I suspect that the major
and Victoria

were killed just 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 further 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.

Uh, 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.

I mean, who is doing this to us?

It's like some grotesque
form of sabotage.

I am crazy.

I know it.

I don't even know
where I was that night.

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

You 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.

Ahh, ahh, ahh!
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, uh, join you.

I-I don't want
to eat with you!

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

Suit yourself.

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

Did you say "specially"?

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.

Oh, 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's got two points
against him.

First, he had that, that
high blood pressure stuff

the what do you call it,
the-the serenite.

Nice and handy, ready to use.

Well, that would be rather
obvious, don't you think?

So's 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 was 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?

Uh, those are taken.

Oh. Uh...

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

Why'd you do that?

I will not have lunch
with a suspect.

But how can one get information

if one doesn't talk to 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 is something very odd

going on between him
and Lucky, don't you think?

I 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 here
for a drink.

There she is.

Oh, that's Lucky.

Ooh, yes, so it is!

The blonde hair fooled me.

- Just the color of Molly's.
- Hmm.

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. Oh, what a nice group.

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

Oh, what a wonderful idea!

But I have 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.

Alright.

Well, perhaps
some other time, then.

So sad.

He did so want
to make a go of it.

- I know, Mr. Rafiel.
- No!

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

- I can't. No, I don't want it.
- No. No.

Well, you're going to have it,
and that's all there is to it.

No, there is
no question about this.

That's that.

I had that-I had that last night and I'm sick...

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Help, help!

Please, someone,
Molly's killed herself!

Help me, please, somebody!

She's on the floor
in the bathroom!

Greg, get the doctor, please!

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.

But she just had
that refilled!

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

- Out!
- No!

- Come on.
- 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.

Alright 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.

Her 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, yeah, 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 perhaps 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 alright, really.
I'll stay.

You'd better buy me a drink.
I need it worse than you do.

You go on, doctor's orders.

Come on.

Alright.

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?

Well, I saw you were leaving. I
thought someone should be here.

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

I want to know why!

Alright.

I have been watching Molly.

I'm convinced
she's being drugged.

I thought maybe it was some
product she used every day.

Face cream, lotion,
something like that.

You see, preparations like
belladonna and atropine

can produce
very 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
is left open all day.

- Anybody could sneak in.
- Yes, indeed!

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

Oh, 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.

Ah, 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 somewhere,
and nobody'll tell me anything.

I've had an idea.

Now, 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 my yarn,

but he might well have been
talking about her.

That good-looking woman that 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-have you seen Molly?

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

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

Look, I...

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. Go on will you,
for heaven's sake?

Don't worry about me.

Oh, God.

What?

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!

- Greg--
- No!

- Let's go back in.
- Lucky!

- Greg, come on.
- No!

Alright, come on.

Mr. Kendall, perhaps you should
call Captain Daventry.

Oh...

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Are you sure you'll be alright?

Oh, yes, I... 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 also I was wondering
why I didn't see you

with the others when they were
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

what was happening here.
It was so simple!

- What was it?
- 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.
- Shh! Shh! Hide!

Oh, dear.

Oh, God. Oh, no!

- I'll do it.
- Oh, Arthur.

Just the man I want.
Help me get this up.

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

I 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 way.

- 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!

Oh.

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.
- Shut up.

- I trust you. You could nev--
- Just shut up!

You stupid woman!
Do you want to get me executed?

Grraah!

I should have
killed you first!

I dare say!

Come on, 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 anyway,

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.

Then when Molly's money
began to run 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,
for as long as you like.

Oh, thank you, dear,
that's most kind of you,

but you know,
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.

Ah-ah-ah, no sentiment!
I won't tolerate any poppycock.

Well, I should hope not!