All language subtitles for 2013-12-29 - Endless Night-eng

Oi, Robbie, look at this!

Whoa, whoa!

(LAUGHTER)

Hey, Mike!
What?

I'll race you! Come on! Whoo!

Be careful, don't slip.

Come on, faster!

(ICE CRACKS)
Mike!

Agh!

Pete!

(GASPS)

Pete! Pete!

Help me! Help!
Pete!

Stay there! Grab my hand!

Help!
(GASPING)

(COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS)
Hold on to me, yeah? Pete?

Oh, God, no.

No! No! Pete!

No!

In my end is my beginning.

That's what they say, isn't it?

My end, my beginning...

I miss him so much.

When I chat with Robbie Hayman,

remembering Pete and talking about
our plans for the future.

I can't tell you how grateful
we are.

I didn't do anything.

You risked your life.

Anyone would have done the same.

You're the best friend in the world,
Mike.

More than a friend.

Come on, mate.

One day, I'll repay you.

Something really special.

When I first saw Ellie...

Insubstantial as a dream.

MISS MARPLE: Are you thinking
of buying?

Ah. It's out of my league,
I'm afraid, madam.

Just passing through, are you?
Yes, madam.

Working, I imagine?
I'm driving an old couple around.

It is such a lovely corner of
the world, don't you think, Mr...?

Rogers.

Marple, Jane Marple.
I'm not from these parts, either.

I'm just staying with an old friend
who's recently lost her husband.

One can find it all too easy to lose
touch. I'm sure one can, madam.

There's really no need to call me
"madam". No, sorry, madam...

There I go again.

Yes, this is an unhappy house,
one hears.

In what way?

I'm not the person to ask,
Mr Rogers,

but they do say that the gypsies
have put a curse on it.

Now why would they go and do
a thing like that?

It's all superstition, of course,

but the locals take it
very seriously.

Jane!
My old friend Marjorie.

She insists on a brisk walk
before luncheon.

It's been so nice to meet you,
Mr Rogers.

Miss Marple.

Oh, Marjorie, I've just met
the sweetest young man...

A gypsy's curse!

That was a new one.

So I thought I'd take a peek.

It wasn't a ruin I was looking at...

it was my destiny.

Gipsy's Acre.

I'd knock it down,
build the most fantastic house,
and there you'd have it -

my future.

"Michael Rogers, country squire."

Sounded good to me.

What are you up to?

Just having a look.

Thinking of buying?

Yes.

Chauffeur, are you?

That's right.

Best foot forward, Jane.

The sooner we finish,
the sooner we eat.

(VOICES TALKING)

MIKE: I'd like to think so.

WOMAN: Gipsy's Acre, you don't...

What's there to know? Go on, tell me.

What happened there?
The last owners died.

All of them.
How?

You're out of your depth, sonny.
Go back to Mummy.

Tell me.

Read your palm for sixpence.

Go on, then.
(COINS CLINKING)

Hang on, hang on.

Gonna be rich, am I?

Every night and every morn

Some to misery are born

Every morn and every night

Some are born to sweet delight

Sixpence for that?
You're having a laugh.

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to endless night...
Some are born to endless night.

I had to put my dreams of Gipsy's
Acre on hold and return to London.

I've turned my hand to lots of things
but never stuck at them.

Not that I'm lazy, just sort
of restless.

All that war stuff, austerity.

Know your place.

Time for a change, I reckon.

I wasn't sure how.

Then one day, with time to kill,
I found myself in Bond Street.

So thought I'd do a bit of
window-shopping...

..when something caught my eye.

He seemed a nice enough bloke,
so I popped in and asked the price.

25 grand!

I needed a stiff one after that.

Thanks, mate.

(COUGHING)

Robbie.

An architect?
Yes.

You always did have a bit of
artistic bent.

What have you been up to?
What haven't I been up to?

(Exhales)

Stable-boy, fruit-picker,
waiter...life-guard.

Life-guard?

(Chuckles)

Then I was a chauffeur for a while,

driving these pompous old gits
around here and on the Continent.

Stinking rich, they were,
forever looking down their noses,
but I was nice as pie.

I can imagine. Always ended up
with a whacking great tip.

That's a nasty cough you got there.

I'm not too clever.
You should get that seen to.

I haven't forgotten, you know.
What?

Trying to save Pete.

Oh, that was ages ago.

Get a load of that!

I could build you a house.

I know exactly what you'd like.

And do you know exactly how much
I've got in my post office savings?

Born poor doesn't mean
you have to stay poor.

Good old Robbie!

Ever the romantic.
I'm serious.

No, it's a dream, mate,
it's just a dream.

Sold to the gentleman at the back.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, lot...
We can't keep you away, can we?

'Fraid not, Miss Marple.

A day off, is it?
I've moved on.

Oh, I was wondering
where that smart uniform had gone.

I'm just a humble barman now.

MAN: Ssh!

AUCTIONEER: Where were we? 2,250...

Gipsy's Acre still
casting its spell, though?

The trouble is,
when I want something...

Everyone has to be tenacious
these days.

All a little cut-and-thrust
for my liking.

The house didn't get sold,
so I decided to take another look.

And that's how I came to meet Ellie.

Sorry. I wasn't expecting to er...

That's quite all right.

I wasn't expecting
to meet anybody either.

Such a lonely spot...

Sort of scary.

Old ruins can get you like that.
It's up for auction today.

I've just come from there,
as it happens.

Do you know if it was sold?

It didn't meet its reserve.

Were you thinking of buying?

No.

I can't think of anything better.

It's rather decrepit.

Oh, yeah. But you'd pull it all down
and build something really special.

And the view. Wow!

If you cleared all this away, then...

voila!

A beautiful jewel.

A house for lovers.

So I told her about Robbie
and how we'd dreamt of the future,

how I'd tried to save his brother's
life

and how he'd offered to repay me.

I think he's consumptive.
But that's awful!

I'd like a house like that,
built out of love.

What's your name?

Mike.

Mike Rogers.

Fenella Goodman,
but my friends call me Ellie.

Well, er...

Well, it's nice to meet you, Ellie.

You're not welcome here.
What are you playing at?

This is gypsies' land
and they drove us off.

I thought it was up for sale.

Bad luck'll come to whoever buys it.

There's a curse on this land.

Clear off, if you know
what's good for you.

This is Mrs Lee. She gets money out
of people by telling their fortunes.

I know things, young lady,
it'd be wise for you to know.

All right, then.

Amaze me.

What do I see?

What is it?

What's wrong?

Forget this place.

Forget you ever saw it.

Oh, for God's sake.

Go where you're loved,
where you're cared for.

This isn't the place for you.

Something happened up there,
didn't it?

That's why it's going cheap.
What was it, Mike?

Tell me.

Apparently, the people that
lived there... They all died.

It was a murder.
A man and his wife and another man.

The husband shot the other two
and then shot himself.

Wasn't there some doubt
about the verdict?

No doubt at all.
It's all perfectly true.

Now, Marjorie, you're frightening
the poor girl.

No, I want to know.

That place is cursed.

Jane Marple, by the way.

Oh, I am so sorry, I'm forgetting
my manners. This is Fenella Goodman.

Phillpot. Marjorie.

Widow.

We met a few days later in London.

Ellie had mentioned it was
her 21st in a few weeks' time.

Hi.

So I thought I'd show her
I meant business.

Happy birthday.

Chalk and cheese, that's us.

How do you mean?

Well, you're rich and I'm not.

I gradually got to know more
about her.

Her parents were dead and
she couldn't stand her stepmother.

She told me she could never do
what she wanted

and made out that money
wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Don't you have any friends?

I've got one -
Greta, a sort of chaperone.

She's a godsend.

What's she like?
Oh, she's marvellous.

And she's beautiful too.

Was it Greta who suggested
you go to Gipsy's Acre that day?

I'm allowed some secrets, aren't I?

Oh, I can't wait to be 21.

After that, I'll be able to do
what I like.

Don't you think I ought to meet your
family? But they'd make such a fuss.

Can't we go on as we are?
If that's what you want.

It's just so nice to have somebody
one can...make-believe with.

And we did a lot of that.

Then she was gone,

whisked off to the South of France
by her family

to celebrate her 21st birthday.

But I couldn't settle.

I called the auctioneers and heard
that Gipsy's Acre had been sold.

All those dreams...all come
to nothing.

I decided to see my mum.

So what have you been up to?
This and that.

The usual, then?

How have you been?

About the same.

Have you had many jobs
since I last saw you?

Four or five.

And what are you doing now?

I'm a chauffeur.

No, you're not.
What do you mean?

You threw in the towel, went sick...

Dumped your clients on the Continent
or wherever.

How do you know that? The firm
rang me, wanted your address.

Why didn't you report to them
when you got back?

I had other fish to fry.

What's happened?

Nothing.

Something has, I can tell.

You know all about me, don't you?
I know when you're up to no good.

A girl, is it?

In a way.

What kind of girl?

The right kind.

Am I going to meet her?
No.

You're worried I'd disapprove.

I wouldn't pay attention if you did.

But you would, Michael. You take
notice of me. You always have.

I'm the only person
who really knows you.

What is it you want?

Nothing.

You always want something.

Money.

To spend on her?

For a suit...

to get married in.

You're going to marry her?

If she'll have me.

I'm never coming back, you know.

Never.

After Ellie got back,
there was a confidence about her
I hadn't seen before.

And do you know that I love you?

Of course I do.

So...what are we going to do
about it?

We're going to get married,

and then live in a house
on Gipsy's Acre

that Robbie Hayman
will have built for us.

That's what you want, isn't it?

But Ellie, I...

I don't know how to tell you this.

What?

Gipsy's Acre's been sold.

I'm so sorry.

What's so funny?

The look on your face!

Silly boy.

I know it's been sold.

I'm the person who's bought it.

My lawyers set the whole thing up
ready for me to sign as soon as
I came of age.

You've got lawyers?
Of course.

What about the deposit?
Mike, I have a lot of money.

You've told me.
But I mean, a lot.

So I've spoken with my lawyers
and all it needs is for your say-so.

I think you're missing the point,
Miss Goodman.

This is not a business deal, it's
a personal gesture of gratitude.

And with your talent and my money,
we can see it come to fruition.

This isn't exactly
how I imagined it.

How do you mean, Robbie?

Would you be happy
with such an arrangement?

Of course I would.

Because of Ellie, we can actually
have what we'd only dreamt of.

And you always get what you want,
don't you, Mike?

So how about it, Mr Hayman?

As you wish.

Good.

Mike?

It so happens that I've drawn
some preliminary sketches.

But you haven't seen the site yet.

I popped down one weekend.

Best be prepared, I thought.

Raring to go. I like that.

You're in love with a house
that might never have been built.

Is this something
that might capture your heart?

That's it.

That's absolutely it.

Yes.

Yes, it's perfect.

(COUGHS)

You sound terrible.

I am.

You're very brave.

When something is certain...
there's nothing to be brave about.

It gives me the strangest
feeling of power.

If I'm going to die anyway,
I can do what I want.

I mean, what's to stop me from
robbing a bank...

..even shooting someone?

What's to stop me from walking down
the street and shooting anyone
I choose?

Think of that.

Firing at random,
shoppers dropping like flies.

Well, er...

they'd hang you.

If I hadn't died first.

A heady proposition...

don't you think?

Oh...this is it.

Ellie made me give up my job.

But before giving up my bedsit,

she was determined
to spend a night there.

How the other half lives, I suppose.

Robbie's kind of odd, isn't he?

Sort of frightening.

You didn't seem very frightened.

The way he looked at me.

What way was that?

He didn't warm to me, that's all.

I didn't notice.

Then I expect you didn't notice
the way he looked at you.

What?

That's what arty types do,
they take everything in.

I don't mean that.

Then I don't know what you mean.

Supposing when he's built
the house...

he came in after us,
closed the door...

..and cut our throats?

Where did that come from?

Perhaps it's all the talk of
a curse.

Ellie...

The trouble is, I dream too much.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Then dream of this.

(CRIES OUT)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

What is it? Ellie, what happened?

That gypsy woman.

What about her?

I saw her.

You were just dreaming.

Oh, Mike!

She's really got to you, hasn't she?

Look...

If you think we should live
somewhere else...

No.

No, I want to live there.

Gipsy's Acre is mine...ours.

And that's how I want it to be.

And so we got married
in a suburban registry office.

All arranged by the beautiful Greta.

We did the Grand Tour for our
honeymoon and ended up in Rome.

Your family's going to be
hopping mad.

They'll be down on us
like a cloud of vultures.

I'm a big boy. I can take it.

They'll probably try to buy you off,

although they wouldn't put it
so crudely.

You mean, I could trade you in?

If the fancy took you.

My stepmother Cora
has been married four times

and made a fortune out of it.

Of course, I rather hope
you won't trade me in.

I'd kill for a decent pint.

They probably won't be happy
with Greta, either.

She won't mind. She's tough.

Won't it stop her getting
another job?

She won't need to,
she'll be coming to live with us.

No, she won't.
What do you mean?

I mean, I don't want anyone
living with us.

But I don't know
what I'd do without her.

We wouldn't be married
if it weren't for her.

I won't have her interfering.

You haven't even met her yet.
And keep your voice down.

Yeah, I know I haven't.

But don't we want to be by ourselves?

In our own house?

Isn't that what you want, Ellie?

Oh, my darling.

Darling Mike.

What are they doing here?

Mr Rogers!

Miss Marple.

Marjorie, it's Mr Rogers.
Who?

You know, the young man
we had tea with at The George.

Fancy seeing you here!

And Miss Goodman.

Ah, yes - Goodman.

Well, what a coincidence!
Isn't it, though?

Marjorie's always wanted to
visit Rome.

But the Major couldn't abide
Italians.

And it is so entrancing
at this time of year.

You're Cora van Stuyvesant's
stepdaughter? Yes.

The penny suddenly dropped
after I'd met you in the village.

You know her, then?

I do, as it happens,
although I can't say I like her.

Oh, Marjorie.
Very few people do.

What a small world!

You were curious about that
miserable pile Gipsy's Acre,
as I recall.

That's right.

Well, you might be interested
to hear that it's been sold,
good riddance.

I know. I bought it.

Oh, I see.

We've been wondering who had.

So it won't be miserable
for much longer.

Does Cora know?
She hasn't a clue.

You surely don't intend
living there alone? Oh, no.

I'll be living there
with my husband.

I didn't know you had one.

Well, now you do.

And what's more, we're on
our honeymoon. Good gracious!

Congratulations.

Cora didn't say.

Cora doesn't know.

But she will now.

As soon as we got back to England,
the vultures descended.

First we got a grilling from
the family lawyer, Lippincott.

"On the run"?
I was doing no such thing.

What did you expect?

If I'd done it any other way,
there would have been the
most frightful fuss.

The people who care for you
are bound to be a little agitated.

Cora doesn't care for me.

If you think of it, Uncle Andrew,
I saved everybody a lot of trouble.

Others might say
you've been very deceitful...

..aided and abetted by someone
who should have known better.

Greta only did what I asked her to.

She abused her position.

You mustn't blame Ellie, sir.

It was easier for Greta rather than
me to get in touch with you all.

So...

do you propose to live in
this house you're building, Ellie?

Of course I do.

Ellie's a British subject now, sir.

Fenella can live in
any country she chooses.
She has properties all over.

Now, if you wouldn't mind excusing
us for a minute, my dear,

I would like to have a little word
with this husband of yours.

I am so glad you're safe.

I trust you don't mind me
speaking frankly, Rogers.

Call me Mike, now we're family.

She's a delightful girl, and in
some ways, very, very vulnerable.

You're not the kind of man
I should have wished her to marry.

As her guardian
and a trustee of her affairs,

I would have preferred
someone of her own set,

but that horse for now has bolted.

Well, this horse has no intention
of bolting, sir.

In it to the finishing line,
that's me.

Best intentions are as good
a start as any, I suppose.

I'm nothing, sir, and nobody.

My dad was a drunk and my mum slaved
to get me an education.

If I'm honest, I think I was always
a bit of a disappointment to her.

She won't accept that
I want to get on,

but since I met Ellie, for the
first time...life looks bright.

And this house
that you're building...

It's going to be a gem, sir.

A mate of mine, Robbie Hayman,
designed it.

Very up-and-coming, so they say.

But not very well, I gather.

You know him?

Dying, in fact.

You people certainly do
your homework.

It's very impressive,
I saw it yesterday.

And I also spoke to the solicitor
who oversaw the purchase.

He told me that it was acquired
at a remarkably low price.

But he did not advance an opinion
as to why that was.

It's got a curse on it, sir.

A gypsy's curse.

Well, now I've heard it all!

Shall I get Ellie back in, sir?

One more thing, Rogers.

Greta Andersen.

I presume you've met her?

No.

Oh, I am surprised.
Was she not at your wedding?

No, she wasn't.
That is odd.

Very odd.

And Ellie hasn't suggested
you meet her?

Once or twice, maybe.

But I don't want to share her
with anyone.

Quite right.

I don't think that
Greta's companionship
is particularly desirable.

You gave us the most terrible shock
marrying so secretly.

Cora, Ellie's stepmother,
she was a two-faced bitch.

But of course, we all know it was
that Greta woman put you up to it.

Ah...Greta - what a girl!

Frank Stanford,
another of Ellie's trustees.

He was a fishy customer.

I can just see her in one of those
Hamburg bars in heels and leather.

You know what I mean?
He even touched me for a few quid.

I hope you're behaving yourself,
Frank.

As good as gold!

Incorrigible!

We don't want you corrupting
that poor boy.

If only we'd known how very charming
Michael was going to be.

Ellie had generously
raised her allowance

which Cora knew would be stopped
if she didn't behave herself.

Won't you all join us for dinner?

That's very kind of you, my dear,

but I think...we all must
get back to town.

So will Fraulein Greta
be moving in with you?

I don't think so.

You might change your mind
when you see her.

The happy couple.

Greta!

Greta, meet Mike.

Nice to meet you.

Were they too ghastly?

They gave me the sack.
So what will you do?

Oh, I've got a job lined up
in London.

But are you all right?

Darling, how can I not be with
that lovely cheque you sent me?

You deserve every penny.

Has the cat got your tongue?

He's strong and silent,
aren't you, darling?

Like no one you've ever met.

That does sound exciting.

Pass me the pepper, darling.

I can't wait for you to see
our house.

I saw it the first day I got back
to England. Thank you.

That architect,
what a clever young man!

You must meet him.
I already have.

I must say, he looks as if he will
give up the ghost at any minute.

I can't wait for us to move in.

That will be quite soon
by the look of it.

So, Mike, tell me, what do you
think of Ellie's so-called family?

Well...

Leeches all, believe me.

They'll go away soon enough,
darling.

Let the poor boy speak for himself.

Erm...

This gift...it's very thoughtful
of Miss Marple.

What a sweet lady she is.

Yes.

You do like Greta, don't you?

Of course I do.

I couldn't bear it if you didn't.

You hardly said a word.

I hardly got the chance.

And when you did,
you hardly looked at her.

I was nervous.
Why?

She's quite awesome, you know.

Like a Valkyrie.

Mike, that is a terrible thing
to say!

I just wish that...

Well, I wish that you weren't
quite so dependent on her.

I suppose I'm a little bit jealous.

Silly boy!

It's true, she meant everything to
me...

until you came along.

Oh, Mike.

Robbie?

Robbie!

He said he'd be here.

It's open.

You're supposed to carry her
over the threshold!

Where were you hiding?
Robbie, it's beautiful!

You're a genius.

Here's to our new life!

Ohh!

Let's hope you haven't started
as you mean to go on.

I'll show you around.

You do like it, don't you?

It's wonderful!

You do, don't you, Mike?

Of course I do.

ROBBIE: Take care.

There are bad people out there.

Thanks, Robbie.

A promise kept.

No more, no less.

For a moment I thought
he might be losing it

but then I put it down to
the medication.

Well, at least he didn't cut our
throats.

He is a bit creepy, though,
don't you think?

He's not very well.

I haven't a clue
what he was talking about.

Artistic temperament or something.

Anyway, we've got what we want.

We're safe now.

(GLASS SHATTERING)
Ohh!

Who the hell did that?

No one.

Ellie, sweetheart...

It's just a tiny cut.

Just a little sliver.

Why would anyone do that?

It's probably local lads.

It's something else, Mike,
something we don't know about.

They want to drive us away.
Of course they don't.

The gypsy woman was right.

She's crazy, she should be locked up.

We've done exactly
what she told us not to.

No one will drive us away,
do you understand?

No one.

(LIVELY LATIN BEAT)

Ellie insisted on a house-warming.

I couldn't think of anything worse.

We'd hired staff regimented by
our recently-acquired manservant,
Winslow.

He'd been recommended by Andrew
Lippincott - the family tentacles
spread wide -

and Ellie was convinced
he was there to spy on us.

She does love her food.

Perhaps she's compensating
for her loss.

Do you er...know who those two are?

Oh, yes. That's Dr Shaw.

He's somewhat of the old school,
Marjorie says -

he doesn't dispense pills
like sweeties.

And the young lady is
Claudia Hardcastle.

Very keen on horses.
She and Ellie should get on.

Ellie loves riding.

Her husband was a rich American -
Stanford, I think his name was.

But it failed at the first hurdle.

Cora Van Stuyvesant.

She is a little overbearing,
isn't she?

Did you know that she is looking
for a house around here?

Now, that is bad news.

You're a fount of knowledge,
Miss Marple.

Marjorie likes to keep her ear
to the ground.

I wish I could talk to my mum
like I talk to you.

I don't think Kingston Bishop
has ever seen anything quite
like that before.

Why, Greta, you look like
something out of a burlesque.

I ought to make a move.

You've done your friend proud,
Mr Hayman.

He always was the clever one.

A bit of a swot.

And I was always getting
into scrapes.

Well, you know what they say:
opposites attract.

It's ridiculous, really, but horses
give me the most violent hay fever.

I have the exact the same thing,
but I have these wonderful
allergy capsules.

If Claudia ever finds another
husband,

it'll probably be off a stud farm.

Don't be so unkind, Marjorie.

Who knows what's round the corner?

Certainly not the one
that leads up to Gipsy's Acre.

Strange things have happened
round that corner.

There's always an explanation
for everything.

I might cut those trees down,
lighten it up a bit.

You can't go round cutting down
our trees!

But they're not your trees,
Marjorie.

Mr Rogers can do what he wants.

I detest change, I always have.

The Major was the same,
that's why I married him.

So I imagine you don't like
this house, then?

I certainly don't.
It's far too modern.

It looks like
a furniture department.

This is Robbie Hayman, Marjorie.

The architect.

Splendid!

I hear old Esther Lee's been
making a nuisance of herself.

According to her, we're cursed.

MIKE: A bit dotty, I think.
I expect she's quite harmless.

I shouldn't have been so scared.

As bad as that?

It was more of a threat
than a warning.

Now, that does seem a bit odd,
not like her at all.

You know, I feel quite responsible
for old Esther.

Why's that?

She saved my brother's life.
Really?

Fished the little blighter out of a
pond when he'd gone through the ice.

Oh, Mike!

It was nothing.
Let's take a look.

It's nothing, I'm fine.

Fine.

It was hearing about
the doctor's brother, wasn't it?

That old gypsy managed to save him...

..but I didn't save Pete.

You tried your best
and Robbie knows you did.

I couldn't get him out.

Hold on to me, yeah?

Pete!

Pete! No! No!

Pete! No!

It's 18th century, or 19th,
or something.

I'd got what I wanted - but I hadn't
counted on the mother-in-law.

She'd seen a house that had taken
her fancy about half an hour away.

The thought of her coming round
for a cup of sugar made me heave.

Wouldn't that be heaven?

We were still exploring our property.

One day, we discovered a folly
hidden away in the woods...

..which we'd decided to do up
ourselves.

I love it.

Now all we need is for the path
to be cleared.

No, no, that's our secret.

Only we need know about that.

That is so romantic.

Argh!

Ellie!

Nothing to worry about.
Just a sprain.

I'm so glad you came, Greta.

If you want me to stay, that is...

That won't be necessary.
Oh, but I'd love that!

I would like to stay.

Good.

Besides, Ellie is not very strong.

Medically qualified, are you,
Miss Andersen?

She has a delicate constitution.

It's just a sprain.
I did not mean her ankle.

There has been concern
about her heart.

That was nothing.

You never told me.

If you'd like a check-up...
There's no need.

I think it's a good idea.

Are you on medication?

Only allergy pills.

These.

These shouldn't do you any harm.

I also take sleeping pills.

Now, that's not such a good idea.

We'll take a look.

(RAISED VOICES ON TERRACE)

MIKE: You'll scare the poor girl
half to death.

GRETA: I am concerned
for her health.

Dr Shaw says there's nothing wrong.
She needs a proper doctor.

He is a proper doctor.
A specialist in London.

Can't you keep your nose
out of anything?
Ellie means the world to me!

She means the world to me!
That's why I married her!

You can't help yourself, can you?

Always bossing people around.

I will leave if that
is what you want.

Please, stop!

Both of you, that's enough!

Darling, I'm sorry.

I didn't realise you hated
each other so much.

GRETA: We don't hate each other,
darling.

You know I am a little hot
in the head.

And you know what my temper's like.

It is only because we care for you.

Then you must try to get along
with one another.

I promise.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

Miss Marple?

I should have telephoned, I know,
but I needed a little break.

Is everything all right?
Yes.

Yes. It's just that Marjorie
has mislaid a brooch.

And it crossed her mind that she
may have dropped it at your party.

I'm sure it would have
showed up by now.

Yes. I will look
and get Winslow to look too.

Oh, I would be so grateful.

Would you like a drink?

No, no, thank you.

Marjorie will be chafing at the bit
for her supper.

If we find the brooch... Oh, that
would be so kind. Thank you.

Let's get you inside.

Ellie seemed unsettled,

but was always happy to go riding
with Claudia, or sometimes by
herself.

I nearly ran someone over.

On that corner?
Yes. Some old gypsy type.

She was standing right in the middle
of the road.

It is a miracle I didn't hit her.

She said we should all go back where
we came from and shook her fist.

Did you have a good ride?
Yes, thank you.

Have you seen her lately?

No.

You don't sound very sure.

She said I've warned them before
and I shan't warn them again.

She said, 'It's death I see
and their house will fall in ruins.'

Most impertinent.
You're exaggerating.

It is what she said.

Silly old fool.

And it didn't end there.

Oh, Mr Rogers.
Not now, Miss Marple.

What's happened?
We're being hassled

by that wretched gypsy woman.
Mrs Lee? Yes.

Scaring the life out of Ellie.
Popping up all over the place

and left a dead bird on the step
with a threatening note.
She's overstepped the mark.

But, Mr Rogers...
Please excuse me.

Oh...

Mrs Lee?

It's not like Mrs Lee to make
threats.

Know if anyone's got it in for you
and your wife?

I'd say that's most unlikely.

She has done something similar
before.

Gave someone the evil eye,
so to speak.

Then we found out
someone had paid her to do it.

Anyway, I'll have a word.

Thank you, Sergeant.
When she gets back.

Gets back?

She goes on walkabout.
It's the gypsy in her.

A few days later I got a note
from my mother.

I'd sent her a large cheque
to use as she wanted.

It's from my mum.

Stubborn as they come.

She does love you, though,
even though she might not show it.

You sound very certain.

Ellie?

Now, Mike, don't get mad,
but I went to see her.

What? It just didn't seem right
that we hadn't met.

Why didn't you tell me?
I was going to.

What did she say?

Nothing.

What did she say?

She said you're afraid of her.

Afraid? Because she knows
too much about you.

Well, that hit home, didn't it?

You should've told me!

Why are you so angry?
Because it's deceitful!

We shouldn't have secrets from
each other!

Everybody has secrets,
and you know it.

I'll fix that.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to lose my temper.

It doesn't bother me.

I'm not afraid of you.

To make it up to her, I decided
to buy Ellie a real classy
birthday present.

Oh, that's lovely, Michael.

It's Ellie's birthday next week.
I want it to be a surprise.

Very good taste you have.

Is she with her German friend?
No, she's out riding.

Greta's gone to London for the day
with Claudia Hardcastle.

Actually, we're meeting for tea.

Why don't you join us?
Oh... Thank you.

I do find it strange, though,
don't you, Michael,

that Mrs Lee should leave
her handbag

if she was going away for a while,

with money in it too,
and in an unlocked cottage.

Marjorie says she never locks
the door.

I've told Sergeant Keene and
he said they'll keep an eye out.

You look worried, Michael.

Oh, it's...

It's just Ellie.
She seems to be running rather late.

It's probably because Greta's
in London.

She's very dependent on
Miss Andersen, isn't she?

She relies on her for everything.

Would you mind if we went back,
see what's going on?

No. No.

That's Frank Stanford.

Wasn't that Claudia Hardcastle
with him?

I think it was.
So she's not in London after all.

I thought you said they'd split up.
They have.

Perhaps they decided to get together
again. I wonder why.

Has she got money?
Yes.

There's your answer.

MAN: Mrs Rogers!

Ellie!
Ellie!

Mrs Rogers!

She still hadn't turned up,
so Winslow and a stable boy
came with us to look for her.

Ellie!

Mrs Rogers!

Ellie!

Any sign?

Mrs Rogers!

Ellie!
Ellie!

Mrs Rogers?

Oh...

Over here!

Oh, my God! Ellie!

Ellie.

Ellie.

Get Dr Shaw.

Ellie!

All I can say is that she's been
dead for three or four hours.

Was anything broken?
There doesn't seem to be.

I'll have a better idea when
I've made a complete examination.

Perhaps it was shock.

You don't die of shock.

Anyway, these questions
will be addressed at the inquest.

It could've been that gypsy
that frightened her.

I was walking down the road
this morning and I saw her.

You saw Mrs Lee?
Well, I think it was her.

Well, where was she going?
Up the path into the woods.

She could've scared the horse.

If it was her.

And my poor Ellie...

..gone forever.

Within a day or two
Andrew Lippincott had flown in.

She would want to be buried here
at Gipsy's Acre.

I'm afraid that's out of
the question.

She needs to be laid to rest
with her forebears.

We can, however,
arrange for the funeral to be held

while you're in America
dealing with the estate.

I presume you are aware that Ellie
made you the principal beneficiary.

I didn't even know she'd made a will.

Ah, yes, just after
you were married.

I can arrange for a reputable lawyer
to safeguard your interests.

With a fortune like yours, you're
going to need the best advice.

Mr Rogers, you should trust nobody.

The inquest seemed unreal.
Death, I'd say, was instantaneous.

Dr Shaw's evidence was inconclusive.

Did you detect
any specific organic injury

that might have explained her death?

No. It is my belief she died from
heart failure caused by shock.

Greta, who'd been in a terrible state
when she heard what had happened,

was more insistent about
Ellie's heart condition.

She had a heart problem
three or four years ago.

Do you know what sort of heart
problem it was, Miss Andersen?

No, but her family always stressed
that she should not overdo things.

Then he called me.

Did Mrs Lee ever threaten your wife?

In a sense, yes.
I never really thought she meant it.

Did she hold any particular grudge
against her?

My wife thought so
but she couldn't see why.

She believed our land belonged
to her, or her tribe,
whatever they call themselves.

Was she ever violent?

No.

She just banged on about
putting a curse on us.

Did she ever mention
the word "death"?

I think she did,
but we didn't take her seriously.

At least, I didn't.
And your wife?

Well, the old woman could be
rather alarming.

Where is Mrs Lee?
No-one knows, sir.

She hasn't been seen for
several weeks.

Did she not leave an address?

She often goes off without
telling anybody.

So you couldn't have seen her
the morning of Mrs Rogers' death.

Maybe she'd popped back for the day.

Then the coroner
adjourned proceedings
until they'd tracked her down.

(GAVEL)

Do you think she'd come back
for the day?

I suppose it's possible.

Gypsies do go hither and thither.

What if she'd planned to come back?

What if she'd had a motive?

A motive?
Yeah.

What if someone was paying her
to frighten Ellie?

I think that's a little dramatic,
Michael.

Where did you get that idea?

Sergeant Keene.
He said it'd happened once before.

Good heavens!

Well, I did find all that money
in her cottage...

But even so,
to deliberately cause an accident...

If this person wanted to
get rid of us,

then there must be some reason
for wanting the land to go back
on the market.

You don't know who?

This came through the window
this morning.

"It was a woman who killed
your wife."

I think she's gone to earth
cos we're looking for her.

And if someone was paying her,
she'd be anxious to keep away.

Well, someone else'll be anxious too
because it's all got out of hand.

So when Mrs Lee is found...

She'll spill the beans.
Someone wouldn't like that.

They'd have to silence her
pretty quickly.

Are you saying Mrs Lee
might have been killed?

Hello?

Can I help you?

Oh, Miss Andersen,
I am just getting my breath back.

How did you know about this place?

Well, er, poor Ellie
mentioned something about it.

Did she now?

Yes. It's quite a walk, isn't it?

You shouldn't be wandering the woods
alone, Miss Marple.

Well, I mustn't detain you.

Oh, no...

Goodbye, then, Miss Andersen.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mike,
about your loss.

Yes.

I hear you're off to America
quite soon.

Who told you that?

I simply presumed you would be.

Anyway, there was something
I wanted to ask you.

It's just that if you're putting the
house on the market,
I'd rather like first refusal.

I am prepared to pay.

I shan't be selling, Claudia,
not at any price.

Oh, er... You were married,
weren't you?

Yes.

To Frank Stanford.

Grant this mercy O Lord,
we beseech thee,

for thy servant departed,

that she may not receive
in punishment the requital
of her deeds,

who in desire did keep thy will.

In New York I was out of my depth
and couldn't wait to get back home.

The Ellie I had known had flown,
returned to her own kind.

Through the mercy of God,
rest in peace.

Go back where you belong, Ellie.

My condolences.

Thanks.

You must be very pleased
with yourself.

You've taken everything,
and now my little girl.

Well done.

She was never your little girl.

Then it transpired that Stanford
had given me some bad advice.

Stanford advised me to get rid of
some mining properties

because the title deeds were dodgy,

so I checked with the lawyer.

There was nothing wrong with them.
I suspect he's a crook.

I suspect you're right.

Would you be willing to
accept power of attorney?

As far as financial matters
are concerned, you can trust me
absolutely.

Will you continue to live
at Gipsy's Acre?

Yes.

A large house for one.

I still employ Winslow, as you know.
Greta's still there.

Ah, yes, Greta.

I don't know how I would have coped
without her.

I sent you a letter.

Well, I look forward to reading it.

Thanks for your help.
You have nothing to thank me for.

By the way, do you know
Claudia Hardcastle?

A little.

Why?
She's dead.

She was thrown from her horse
a day or two ago.

Bon voyage.

(COUGHS)

(COUGHING AND KNOCKING)

(COUGHS) I want to see Mike.

You look terrible.

Where is he?

He won't be back until this evening.

It's too late.
I have to go to hospital.

I need to see him.
There's nothing I can do.

Oh, God.

Is there a message
I can pass on to him?

No, I don't think there is.

The thing is, Mr Hayman,
I have to go out.

I could come in, write him a note.

But there's no-one here.

I won't get another chance.

You can trust me.

We're old friends.

There's a desk in the study.

It is up the stairs...
I know.

I designed it.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHS)

I'd arrived by train to avoid seeing
anyone.

It was probably because I was
dog-tired.

I'd get Winslow to pour me a large
drink and have an early night.

There was something I had to do
first.

For old times' sake, darling.

Now we have the money,
to go anywhere and have adventures.

Wouldn't you like that, darling?

What's the matter?

I saw Ellie.

Walking up the road just now,
I think I saw her.

Didn't they put her in a coffin?

The point is, she didn't see me.

That's because she wasn't there.

It's like I wasn't there.

Greta. I...

I wasn't there.

This is stupid talk.

I could have been happy,
you know, married to her.

I know what this is.

Those monsters in America.

They have been getting into your
brain.

That is how they work.

This came for you.

Lippincott's writing,
dripping poison no doubt.

It's a cutting from a Hamburg
newspaper.

And the old fox knew all along.

Not necessarily.

Someone probably sent him this
because they recognised me.

And he knows we're going to be
married, I suspect.

Michael, you are panicking.
No, he will. He's wily.

He knows, and I wouldn't be surprised
if Winslow was in on it too.

I saw him at the window
on my way over here.

But you couldn't have.

I let him go yesterday.

Then who was it?

A trick of the light.

Something's wrong, Greta.

We're not safe.

You're not safe.

Michael?

Miss Andersen?

Mr Winslow?

Mr Winslow?

(CLATTER OF FOOTSTEPS)

Michael!

Miss Marple.
Welcome home.

I thought we had an intruder
but, er, false alarm.

You seem to have a knack, don't you,

of turning up at the right place
at the wrong time.

If this is inconvenient?

How can I help you?

Well, I thought you might be
interested to hear that they've
found Mrs Lee.

She's certainly given us
the run-around.

She's dead, Michael.

They found her in the quarry.

That's pretty grim, isn't it?
Yes, it is.

Anything else, Miss Marple?

I'm quite tired after my...journey.

To be honest, I'm...quite tired
altogether.

I'm getting married, you know.

So soon?

No point hanging around.

To Greta.

Well...I hardly know her, of course,

but in a way that strikes me as
rather a good match.

What way would that be, Miss Marple?

Both restless, living your lives
on the very edge of wealth.

Most tantalising, I should imagine.

When did you first meet her?

Europe, was it, chauffeuring your
elderly clients around?

In Hamburg, yes.

A meeting of minds.

How lovely!

She must have been like a breath
of fresh air: young, beautiful.

Oh, you can say that again.
And not a moral between you.

I misjudged you, Michael,
for a little while, anyway.

But, then, you are quite a charmer.

So they say.

Whose idea was it? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do,
to make Ellie fall in love with you.

Do you know something, Miss Marple,
you disappoint me.

You're just like any other old
spinster. You can't keep your nose
out.

And then kill her, for her money?

The problem is, Miss Marple,
you're far too easy to talk to.

Just like Greta...

I can put you in the way of
marrying one of the richest girls
in the world.

I look after her, her bosom buddy.

Play it right and
she will go mad for you.

I told her about this place.
She thought it would be
the perfect setting.

She arranged that I'd see Ellie
on the road as if by accident.

Greta was a great planner.

But something was niggling me.

That's not enough.

I don't want to be kept.

Wives do die, you know?

You are not shocked?

I knew you wouldn't be.

Ellie was so sweet.

If I'd tried, if I'd really tried,
I could have loved her.

But you killed her,
didn't you, Michael?

Her allergy capsule,
you filled it with cyanide.

And made sure she took it
the morning she died.

How do you know that?

I worked it out when Claudia died.

Marjorie and I were walking
on the downs and found her.

Cyanide.

I can smell it.

You didn't mean her to die,
but she'd got hold of one of
the allergy capsules.

It was in the folly, wasn't it,
that you and Greta prepared them?

You split them in two
and filled them with poison.

And Claudia, as Ellie's friend,

went there because she dropped
her lighter.

(LAUGHING)

It's ridiculous, really, but horses
give me the most violent hay fever.

Saw the capsules,

recognised them as perfectly
innocent allergy medication,

and helped herself
for the next time she went riding.

If Claudia's body had lain in the
open for too long, as Ellie's did,

there would have been
nothing to smell.

Filling those capsules
was a tricky business.

We thought we were so clever.

But not clever enough.

Ellie means the world to me.
She means the world to me.

That's why I married her.
And that row that
you and Greta had.

It was a sham, wasn't it?

I thought perhaps that it was staged
to deflect from the fact that
you were having an affair.

I didn't know you had
murder in mind.

But the capsule and the lighter
and poor Claudia's death...

I was as certain as I could be.

Did you kill Mrs Lee, Michael?

You tell me.

From what I've heard, I don't think
she would ever have frightened Ellie
without a little sweetener.

And if Ellie was frightened,

then when you killed her,
it would seem more feasible
that she'd died of shock.

But when Mrs Lee realised
what a dangerous man you were,

she became frightened for Ellie.

And took the cash while warning Ellie
to have nothing to do with me.

I couldn't have that now, could I?

(MOANING)

(MIKE CRIES OUT)

(SCREAMS)

So Greta stood in for her,
a couple of times.

It wasn't that difficult.
Ellie was so suggestible by then.

How can you say you could ever
have loved that poor girl

when all the time
you were planning to kill her?

It gets you after a while.

Drains the life out of you.

You know every trick in the book,
don't you?

But the path you take, Michael,
is down to you.

Where is Greta, by the way?

Robbie!

I thought um...

I thought you were in London.

We'd always presumed it came off
in the struggle.

What?

Dropped to the bottom
and sank into the mud.

What are you going on about?
This afternoon...

You look terrible.

I found it in a drawer.

You're not making any sense, Robbie.

This.

Pete's watch.

What the hell are you doing with it?

You took it, didn't you,
when he was drowning?

No.

He was never without it.
You must have done.

That's not true. It's not true.

Why on earth would you steal it
when you were trying to save him?

But you weren't, were you, Michael?

Hold on tight, yeah. I got you.

What are you doing?
Yeah.

Help!

Oh!

That's why you broke your glass
at the party

when Dr Shaw mentioned his brother.

The memory was too much to bear.

You never meant to save him,
did you?

Did you?

You killed my little brother
for a wristwatch!

All this, one big lie.

And I thought that you were truly
my friend.

Let me get you a doctor.
I always thought,

in spite of everything,
that there might be...a glimmer.

Just a glimmer of light.

But no, and now it's too late.

Marple!

Oh, God.

(FOOTSTEPS)

"Greta was a great planner."
That's what you said.

Slip of the tongue.

Why, Michael? Why?

You get a taste for it.

Every morn and every night...

"Some are born to endless night."

Oh, that gypsy hit a nerve,
didn't she?

I expect you told Greta
you loved her too.

The tragedy is, Michael,
you don't know how.

You're just like my mum.

You know everything about me,
don't you, but you don't.

Why was she never proud of me,
just once?

The way she looks at me
with those cold, cold eyes.

Mothers are the Devil!

She means nothing to me.

You mean nothing to me.

So what am I going to do with you?

Eh?

Eh? You seem to have an answer
for everything.

Look, I know what you'd like to do
Michael, but you won't, will you?

Because if you kill me,
it will be like killing her,
like killing your own mother.

(CRASH OF GLASS)

This is for you, Mike!

It's all for you!

In my end is my beginning.

That's what they say, isn't it?

My end.

My beginning.