All language subtitles for 0503 The Blue Geranium

Pritchard.

(Sighs) You'll have to stop
ringing me here, please.

No, she's upstairs, in bed.

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

Now please stop ringing me here.

The protection of the spirits

of the wind, the earth,
the fire and the water around me.

And I beg you spirits
not to let evil cross the boundary

into this room tonight.

Spirits, please help me.

Help me, please.

Ah, Caro.

Tell Hester I'll take breakfast
in the study this morning, please.

Yes, Sir.

Mrs Pritchard?

Mary?

Mary! Mary!

For goodness sake.

Oh, no.

No...

George?

What is it?

Mr Pritchard.

You should see this.

Look at the geranium, Sir.

It's the wasp season already,
Miss Marple.

Oh, so I see.

I hope you're killing them humanely,
John.

Nasty little predators.

What's the point of a wasp, Miss
Marple? I've never worked it out.

I don't know.

I'm sure they have their place.

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

I think so.

Especially if we can get rid
of these blighters.

Oh.

Are you alright,
Miss Marple?

Yes.

MAN: Hello?
Hello. Yes.

I wonder, is it possible to speak
to Detective William Somerset?

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

MAN: Your name, please?
Yes. My name is Jane Marple.

MAN: One moment, please.

Detective Somerset? There's
a telephone call for you, Sir.

- It's a Miss Jane Marple.
- Oh, for goodness sake.

No, I don't want to talk to her.
Tell her... to go away.

I've got a murderer to hang.
Only put it more politely than that.

He won't come to the phone?

MAN: Perhaps you could
call back later, Madam. Goodbye.

Oh, Jane. Jane...

MAN: Scotland Yard.
Hello, yes.

I wonder, could you tell me where
I can find Sir Henry Clithering?

I'm terribly sorry,
but as I've explained to you,

this is a gentlemen's club.

Yes, I know. But I have travelled
some distance already today.

I need to see Sir Henry Clithering
on a matter of some urgency.

- Jane! Oh, what is it?
- Oh!

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

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

- Thank you so much.
- I think you'd better come through.

But Sir Henry, ladies are
not allowed beyond the desk, Sir.

I'm a trustee. Make an exception.

Excuse me. Thank you.

You need to stop the hearing, Henry,

or there will
be terrible consequences.

Are you familiar with the case?

Yes, but I retired from Scotland
Yard some time ago, you know?

I carry no authority there.

But you can get
to the people in authority,

whereas I can't, and I need to.
- Calm down, Jane.

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

- In all the years you've known me?
- No. (Chuckles)

Well, I was wrong here.

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

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

- Mrs Challinor was murdered?
- No, no, no.

But when she died,
she had a knitting basket

that was full of abandoned projects

and they were so entangled

that one simply
couldn't unravel them.

Well, that's
how I think of this case,

this Blue Geranium murder.

It became so knotted

that it was difficult
to tell one thing from the other.

Tell me what happened, Jane.

And then tell me why it's wrong.

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

He lives in a village
called Little Ambrose.

And to get there,

you have to catch a bus
from the train station in Fothersby.

There was one other person
on the bus.

And he was in a mood to talk.

I love nature, don't you?

I love the bareness of the trees
and the clouds.

Yes, yes, I do.

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

- Wordsworth.
- Yes, yes.

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

Marple. Miss Marple.

- Eddie Seward, or just Ed or Eddie.
- Eddie. Eddie.

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

Saw it out the window.
An early white crocus.

And it was beautiful.
It was terrifically beautiful.

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

And I should have done.
I... I should have done.

And then my heart leaped up,
like in the Wordsworth.

It jumped.

Do you think God is in nature,
Miss Marple?

I think he is.

I think he shows us
how terrifically beautiful...

..the world could really be.

Are you going to Little Ambrose,
Mr Seward?

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

What moment to what crisis?

And surrounded by such beauty I...

..I feel I will.

I feel I can do it, yes.

Yes.

Jane! Jane!

Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

Hello, Dermot.
But I come bearing gifts.

They're beautiful. Thank you.

Well, it's been too long, Jane.

Yes, yes, it has. Excuse me.

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

Uh, yes...

Thank you. It's a beautiful village.

Um...

♪ Oh, what a beautiful day ♪

♪ I have a wonderful feeling ♪

♪ Everything's going my way. ♪

Oh. Hello, darling. You're up.

Will you be writing?
Yes, of course.

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

She can't eat them all, can she?

There once was a man called Daniel
Lambert, the fattest in England...

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

And when he died,

the undertakers had to smash through
the window at the front of the house

to get his corpse out

because he was so fat he didn't
fit through his own front door.

Am I talking to myself again?

I am, you know?

I am talking to myself.

Now, let me see.

Hm...

- Hello! You must be Miss Marple.
- Yes.

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

No! I remember you when your father
had the parish at St Mary Mead.

You were this tall.

I remember St Mary Mead
very fondly.

- Is it still as pretty?
- It is.

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

And with a much more
impressive church.

Yes, well,
as impressive as it may be,

it might not be here
for much longer.

We've had some trouble
with subsidence on the south wall.

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

It was a botched job, Jane.
They completely ruined it.

Can't the diocese help?
No.

But we have a plan.

There's a generous millionaire
in the village now.

Mr Trans-Europa Airlines,

who bought Summerleigh at auction
when Major Frayn died,

lock, stock, and barrel

and all the contents.

Hester's cook at Summerleigh now.
(Laughs) Yes.

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

we're praying he'll be
in a benevolent mood.

Where is she, Philippa?

She says honk the horn all you like,
but it's giving her a migraine.

I've only honked it twice.

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

Why not?
Here, let me help you on your bike.

No. No thanks, George.

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

- Oh, no.
- And she wants you to ring Dr Frayn.

Things are going to fall apart today.
That's what he said.

It's a black day.

The moon is in Mars or something.

He said there were omens.
Omens, George!

Pass me the chocolates.

Where are they?!

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

Not these.
The truffles, you useless woman!

And we should all stay here. No golf.

Stay here in this sanctuary with me.

Except you.

You can go wherever you like,
Nurse Copling.

You're annoying today.
I hope bad things happen to you.

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

You were going to wear
your new dress,

which everyone was going to admire.

Darling, they're expecting you.

Yes, they're expecting me
to lie dying on the floor

so they can stand around
laughing at me whilst I lie dying!

- Thanks for coming, Frayn.
- No problem.

- I have to be at the golf club by 3.
- I'll get her there as soon as I can.

- Is she in her room?
- Yeah, follow the noise.

(Sobs) George!

Is that Dr Frayn?

He said a black day, Johnny,
and you know how sensitive I am.

Is that your 'magic' medicine?
Yes.

Oh.

Mmm. That works for me,
it settles me. I know.

George brought some hyacinths in
from the greenhouse,

thinking that would settle me.

But nothing settles me
like you, Johnny.

Will you stay close to me
at the golf club? Yes, of course.

Will you watch over me all the time?

MISS MARPLE:
So that afternoon, Sir Henry,

most of Little Ambrose
turns up at the golf club.

And I learn from Dermot

that George Pritchard's brother,
Lewis, is a penniless writer

and married
to Mary Pritchard's sister, Philippa.

Two brothers
have married two sisters?

Yes, and that afternoon

something very strange
was going on between the brothers.

George!

What happened to your nose?

You need to give me 20 quid.

I owe Pilger 20 quid. I haven't
got it. What? He did that to you?

Yeah. I was walking here,
he draws up in that car.

He says things will get a lot worse
if I don't pay.

(Sighs) If you need money, you're
going to have to go through Mary. No!

She needs to know the money
is going to get to her sister

and not some bloody bookmaker!

Oh, George, George.

Are you really
that much under her thumb?

I know you like
carrying a big wad around,

more than most people earn
in a month.

I know you can pay this.

And we don't need to tell her.

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

Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Did you bring the fruit pies?

No, no. I'm afraid I didn't.
I ran out of time.

Not to worry, not to worry.

I just hope we've got enough
to go around.

Hazel's an artist, Miss Marple.

We have to allow her
a little dreaminess.

- Hello.
- Jane Marple. Nice to meet you.

Are all these people admiring
my dress, Johnny? Yes, they are.

What was George speaking to
my sister's useless husband about?

- Was it money?
- He handed over about L20.

- It'll be for the bookmakers again.
- Right.

And where is George now?
Where is he?

He's with Reverend Milewater.

Is he?

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

The cost,
well, it escalates every day.

The diocese think
they can make funds available

by the end of the year.

But by that time, the whole thing
could have collapsed completely.

- I hope it does, the miserable place.
- Darling.

How much are they after
this time, George?

I mean, you people are shameless.

We have been back here two years

and already we've forked out
to redevelop the golf course,

the cricket pavilion,
dig out the culverts.

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

going, 'More! More! More!'

Well, come on!

Tell us how much you've cost
by messing up those renovations?

Well, it's in the region of...

Because you're not going
to get any, and I'll tell you why.

Because I hate
that miserable little church.

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

the horoscopes and the auras
and all of the true things!

I hate the way
it bores people to death every Sunday

through this little failure
of a preacher.

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

They all think
you're a waste of space.

So no money.

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

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

Just ignore her, Reverend.
She's an awful woman.

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

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

if that's any consolation.

God forgive me,

but if George Pritchard were
to brain his wife with a hatchet,

there's not a soul in this village
that wouldn't acquit him.

Couldn't you have stopped her?
No one can stop her, darling.

You can.
Maybe she's right.

Maybe people are beginning
to sponge off them.

Wish me luck with the speech.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Since George Pritchard
came to Little Ambrose

and bought Summerleigh
from my late father,

we've a lot to thank him for.

The cricket pavilion,
the work on the back nine

and many other small projects
that have improved our community

are down to George's generosity.

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

taking over from
the many years service of my father,

and to perform the ceremonial drive
off the first tee.

Let's see if he can
beat our captain's record

held by our ladies' captain,
Mrs Hartopp, at 183 yards.

A phenomenal distance,
considering she's a woman.

(Laughter)
I'll do well to beat that.

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

They're being very optimistic.

Are you worried, Mrs Hutton?
You're not worried, are you, love?

She's seen him play.

Ahem.

Oh.

And it's the trees by the river.

Do I get a second go?
ALL: No.

My kids will never find that,
George. They'd be here for years.

Come out looking
like Rip Van bloody Winkle.

BOY: Dad! Dad! Call the police!

Dad!

Call the police!

Oh, God.

Is he dead?

Come here. Come here, Michael.

Turn him over.

Who is it, George?

Oh, my goodness.

Brute force. Scratches on the neck
to indicate a struggle.

I'd say the murderer was a man,
wouldn't you, Doctor?

I'd say a man.

Is he local?
No.

Dead maybe an hour, a bit longer.

Killed upstream,
dumped in the river.

No jacket. Nothing in his pockets.

Nothing to immediately identify him,
anyway.

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

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

I presumed London.
His coat was Saville Row.

And to be on the 10:25 bus
from Fothersby

meant he'd most likely
arrived on the 8:05 from Paddington.

Right.

And it was an impulsive visit,
Detective Somerset.

I believe he'd only decided
to make the journey that morning.

He told you that, did he?
No, no. He had no travel bag.

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

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

Well, that could mean anything.
No, no.

It's from a poem
about a man called Prufrock

who's trying to summon up the courage
to ask a woman to marry him.

Is it?

Inspector, I couldn't help
noticing when I saw the body

that the bottom half of the tie
that killed him was missing.

You had a good look, did you?

You can learn so much if you're
lucky enough to see the body. Um...

Can I just ask if the other part
of his tie was found on or near him?

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

Inspector,
you've just had a phone call

from a certain lady who would
like to see you rather urgently.

Um...

And the scratches on his neck,
I wonder,

were they made by the dead man
or by a possible assailant?

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

And what's the name of
this certain lady? Mary Pritchard.

I suggest you wear a helmet.

This was death foretold.

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

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

You know I can't take pills
without mayonnaise.

Mrs Pritchard, I was told you
had something urgent to tell me.

That's what she said.
I'm being burgled.

You are not being burgled!

Jewellery goes missing
from this room.

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

That diamond brooch.

Snuff boxes from the hall tables
spirited away.

Now you're in the village, Inspector.

You'll take me seriously and put your
efforts into this crime, as well.

Mrs Pritchard,
I have a capital crime here.

I was told you had something to say
about the murder of Eddie Seward.

That was Eddie Seward?
Yes, did you know him?

Oh, I knew him.
You did, too, didn't you, George?

Just before I left the Yard,

we investigated an 'Edward Seward'
because his wife went missing.

That's right.

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

He was a member here, you know?

Rich as Croesus, he was.
Inherited a mining fortune.

Never did a day's work in his life.

I believe we would have been in the
same society events as Eddie Seward,

but we weren't friends,
I wouldn't have recognised him.

Business associates?
No.

Would you like a drink, Inspector?

Or are you alright with tea?

No, no, thanks. Tea is fine.
Of course.

So, from what I can gather,

he would finance ventures,
some of them nefarious?

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

Tea, Mr Pritchard?
Yes. Thank you, Hester.

No, thanks.

I set up the airline with contacts
I had in the air force.

Good.

Oh, um...

Where were you between 11:30

and the events at the golf course
this afternoon?

I was here.

Thank you.

Hello. I've been looking for you.

How are you?

I have been here
for 40 years, Jane.

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

You'll raise the money.

Is this where you write?

Yes, I try to get inspiration
from these things.

The seven deadly sins.

Yes, and I think
we all know who 'gluttony' is.

Oh, I try to see
the good in people, Jane.

But that woman has not got an
ounce of it in her. Never has had.

Someone ought to teach her a lesson.

Dermot...
No, I mean it.

She grew up in this village.
Did you know that?

No, no.

She was very pretty.

And George Pritchard
was her sister's fiancé.

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

And Philippa was so in love
with him.

I've never seen anybody so in love.

And Mary stole him.

This is George.
Hello.

She broke her sister's heart.

Philippa married the other brother
out of desperation, I suppose,

I don't know.

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

She makes him live here

so that she can
play the lady of the manor,

when he needs to be in London.

She bullies him.

Bullies everyone.

I think
Eddie Seward deserved to die.

That's a terrible thing to say.

We knew him in London, Philippa.
He was a piece of work.

Drunk and violent.

How do you know that?
I met his wife.

The one who disappeared.
When?

At one of those hideous balls
on Park Lane

where everyone dresses up as if
Edward VII was still on the throne.

WOMAN: Are you alright?

Penelope Seward.

She was quiet, didn't want to talk.

But she was angry.

She said
she couldn't go back to the ball

because she had a huge bruise on the
side of her face where he'd hit her.

Oh, and that wasn't the worst.

She had scars on her arms

where she said he'd stubbed out
his cigars when he was drunk.

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

I'll kill him.

Now maybe she has.

Oh, Mary.

MISS MARPLE: Obviously,
the discovery of Eddie's body

had spread unease
through the village that night.

Hi, Dad.
Hello.

Hello, Daddy.

That's a nice sound.
It's what I like to hear.

How's the book going?
It's going fine.

Dad, who do you think
killed that man?

Look, children. Don't mess...

Can you just take these pots
off the table?!

If you go and put your pajamas on,
I'll be up in a minute.

I'll take that.

This body down the club
would make a good story.

Yeah, a potboiler.

Well, sometimes pots need to boil,
don't they?

Otherwise no-one eats.

What does that mean?

I've put this week's groceries
on the tab again.

That's four weeks we owe now.

Can you talk to your brother, Lewis?
I'm sure he...

Philippa! Philippa!

Everything's going to be fine.

L20, but I don't want
to pay it off yet.

I want you to put this on Flavius
the Great. Towcester, 2:15 tomorrow.

Do you know your history?

Flavius, named, I presume,
after Flavius Belisarius,

was the only Roman general
who never lost a battle.

He never lost.

Hello.
I thought you'd gone, darling.

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

A relapse of what?

Actually, I was waiting for you.
Would you like to go for a drink?

Yes, a drink would be nice
after today. Good.

34, blonde.

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

MAN: I'll look it up.

Either that or Eddie Seward
came to see George Pritchard,

which Pritchard denies.

MAN: Eddie Seward, George Pritchard.

This could be a high-profile case,
Bill. Yeah, I'm aware of that.

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

Then that stuff will be forgotten.
(Knocking)

Hang on one moment.

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

Eddie Seward was a drunk
and that much was obvious.

But from his behaviour
on the bus this morning

I don't think
he'd been drinking today.

Interesting,
but could you walk away now,

because I'm on
confidential police business here?

Can I just ask, if I may,

if you think the scratches
on his neck were self-inflicted

or the result of a fight?

My friend,
Sir Henry Clithering, you see,

says you can always tell
if it's self-inflicted

by looking under the fingernails.

You know Sir Henry Clithering?
Scotland Yard?

Eddie Seward was a drunk, wasn't he?

He disappeared
from a drying-out clinic

at about 5:00 yesterday afternoon.

As I thought.

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

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

MAN: Who on earth was that?
You don't want to know.

But I'll bet George Pritchard

knows more about Eddie Seward
than he's letting on.

Sir Henry.

Thank you.

So both you and Somerset were right.

Penelope Seward
was at Little Ambrose.

Yes, yes, yes, but wait.
I have to tell this right.

And this is where it becomes tangled,

like Mrs Challinor's wool, remember?

Mrs Challinor's wool?

Because the next morning,
while the whole house was out,

Mary Pritchard had a visitor.

Now, whenever she heard
of a new mystic or fortune-teller,

she couldn't resist
arranging for a reading.

The one she had scheduled
to call that morning

was a fortune-teller
who called herself 'Zarida'.

Mm!

Zarida. Come in, come in.

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

I am so in tune with the spiritual...

I cannot come into this room.

I feel evil and danger.

What are they doing here?

Blue hyacinths are a warning,
Mary Pritchard.

If you see blue hollyhocks,
they will mean danger.

Danger...

And blue geraniums
will mean your death.

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

Warning, then danger, then death.

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

I was foretold Eddie Seward's death.
Now I've been foretold my own.

Look, you don't get blue hollyhocks.

They're pink and they're yellow.

So I think it's fair to say

that you're going to be with us
forever, Mary.

You know blue has always
been repellent to me, George!

It is a pity food isn't blue.

Who brought the hyacinths in?
Mr Pritchard.

Now, are you going
to host the drinks tonight?

You know
the golf lot are coming round.

I think I might be dead
by this evening. Enough!

Enough of this spiritual poppycock!
George...

And the crackpots
that you listen to!

I hate this, Mary. I hate it!

Everything I've ever done
you've ruined.

You ruin every day of my life.
I'm scared, Georgie...

Well, I'm not scared of you anymore.

Now you stop this nonsense.

You get out of bed,
you go downstairs,

you host this evening,
you do it well.

Because I'm warning you,
I've had enough!

Do you see there, Jane?
That great big crack? Yes.

Have there been
any new arrivals in the village

over the last couple of years,

women in their 30s?

Well, there's been a couple of them,
haven't there, Hes? Mm.

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

Nurse Copling came with excellent
references, didn't she, Hes?

She did, yes.

Well, I'm new, of course,
Miss Marple. Been here a year now.

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

And if only Dr Frayn
would eventually get round

to asking you to marry him,

you'd be with us a little longer,
wouldn't you?

If he ever does.

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

Is there anything upriver from there?

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

Why? What are you thinking, Jane?

I think that Eddie came
to Little Ambrose to find his wife.

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

and was going to force
the moment to its crisis

and ask her to take him back.

But instead she killed him
and dumped his body in the river?

Well, perhaps.
Miss Marple...

I heard George Pritchard
lie to the police yesterday.

Where were you between 11:30

and the events at the golf course
this afternoon?

I was here.

Thank you.

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

Who was the third woman who arrived?
Um, Hazel Instow.

She's lovely.
What do you know about her?

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

for the peace and quiet.

And before that?
I lived in Alexandria.

I love the antiquities.

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

How long did you live there?
A number of years.

My sister is married
to the British Consul.

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

so I can't really help you.

Of course. And before Egypt?

London.

May I ask, is it possible
to make a living doing this?

A small one, yes.

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

but it's a vocation rather
than a profession for me, Detective.

Oh.

Oh. Ah.

How much would he fetch?

Oh, no. He's not going anywhere.

That's just a sketch for
a commission from the golf club.

When I paint it up they're going
to hang George in the clubhouse...

..in a manner of speaking.

Sorry.

Is she coming down, Caroline?
No, Mrs Pritchard.

Hazel, will you perform
hostess duties for George tonight?

No, you.
Please.

So what puzzles me is this -

fortune-tellers are usually
out for what they can get.

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

This Zarida,

she seems to be frightening her
with no advantage to herself.

I don't see the point.

How did Mary hear of Zarida?

Susan Carstairs, the nurse
before me, put her on to her.

Why does that not surprise me?

Nurse Carstairs was really
into this sort of thing.

She sent this letter.
She left about six months ago.

It was all very sudden.
She sent this... Sorry, Hester.

But she sent this recommendation
out of the blue last week.

Did Mrs Pritchard
make the appointment herself?

No, I rang Zarida at her request.

I'm going to ring this Zarida now,
ask her what she's playing at.

Why did Nurse Carstairs
leave so suddenly?

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

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

Is she not in?

The number's discontinued.

Going to catch you!
No running indoors, Peter. Please.

Boys.

George.
Ah. Jonathan. Welcome. Come through.

My wife's nerves have
got the better of her this evening

and she won't be joining us.

Pity.

Hazel.
Hello.

Evening.
Excuse me.

Sorry to intrude, Pritchard,
but I'd like a quick word

with your employees
Nurse Copling and Miss Milewater.

Whatever for?

Just routine.

You can use my study.
Thank you.

Hey, these are for later,
you little rascal.

Can I have three, please?

Thank you.

Mrs Pritchard,

I took a bottle
of Dr Frayn's magic medicine

from your sister's bedroom.

Whatever for, Caroline?

You should taste it.

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

That's right.

And where did you live before?
What was the address?

Strathleven Mansions, Bayswater.

Did you live alone?

Were you married?

Not married, no.

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

It's just procedure, Miss.

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

Excuse me.

Thank you.

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

That's right, yes.

How is the book going, Pritchard?

You've been working on that

for as long as
you've been here, haven't you?

It's a very long book.

What's it about?
Well, it's an historical novel.

It's based on
The Princes In The Tower.

In many ways, it's the best story
Shakespeare never wrote. Didn't he?

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

He didn't.

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

And what would you know
about Shakespeare anyway, George?

Nothing. You're right, of course.

Is everyone alright for drinks?
Thank you.

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

Excuse me.
Yes?

We saw you talking to the policeman.
Yes.

We found it by the river.
Oh.

We were making a den.
Well, very good.

Oh, Inspector.
Yes?

I think the children
have found where Eddie Seward died.

Mrs Pritchard's asked if...
Dr Fray.

..if it's possible
to have a tray of food sent up?

What is the meaning of this,
Jonathan?

You have the medicine.
We were looking for that.

Why is it filled with water?

Because your sister's not ill,
Mrs Pritchard.

She is ill.
She is, Doctor.

She's nauseous every day.

She has had a succession of viruses
and she catches everything going.

The only sickness she has
is in her head, Nurse.

My sister is definitely ill!

And, therefore, the treatment
that makes her feel better

is also in her head.

There has been something seriously
wrong with Mary for years, Dr Frayn.

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

The only thing wrong with her
is that she overeats.

And that's as much the fault
of people like you

who pander to her every taste with
ridiculous amounts of food, Philippa.

She's lost her confidence,
she's become agoraphobic

and she imagines
all kinds of ailments

in order to keep your attention.

Oh, George.
The hollyhock, it's blue, look!

Shh.

But that's impossible.

The hollyhock on the wallpaper
turned blue?

Well, that's what Mary said.

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

the hollyhock was pink.

Which particular hollyhock
are we talking about?

No, it was blue!
I saw it turning blue!

I am in danger!
Just calm down.

Shh. Come on.

DERMOT: You mean she imagined it?

That's what people thought.

But she didn't think so.

And neither do I, not now.

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

What type of wallpaper was it?

Well, that evening, Sir Henry,

I tried to find out
exactly where it was from.

I designed it, Miss Marple.

Yes, my sister
was almost bed-bound last summer

and didn't want to miss the garden,

so had it brought into her room,
as it were.

And George commissioned me
to design a wallpaper

from the flowers in the garden.

He was very specific
about the flowers that he wanted.

It's very adventurous.

Primroses and buttercups
and foxgloves and hollyhocks,

all blooming together.

I call it blooming madness.
Thank you, Hester.

My pleasure, Philippa.

This is Susan Carstairs putting the
frighteners on her majesty upstairs.

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

The previous nurse?
What makes you say that?

I didn't want to say this
in front of Philippa, because...

I think she still holds a candle for
George Pritchard, don't you, Caro?

I do.

But Nurse Carstairs definitely
left Summerleigh under a cloud.

What sort of cloud?
A saucy cloud.

I was hanging around here one night.

I wasn't being nosy, Jane,

but let's say there was a bit
of design to my hanging around

because I had suspicions.

That's it.

And... swing.

(Gasps) Again.

And... swing.

Again.

Swing.

Again.

She left soon afterwards, overnight.

I think she saw George
as a main chance,

saw herself
as the second Mrs Pritchard.

And when George realised that,
he got rid of her.

Did Mary know of the affair?
I don't know.

But I reckon Susan Carstairs herself
was Zarida

and scaring George's wife
is her way of getting revenge.

EDDIE SEWARD:
I love nature, don't you?

I love the bareness of the trees.

All right. Thank you, children.

If you could just
go with the constable now.

Come on now. Let's get you home.

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

I wonder if he was killed here,
as well.

Or took his own life.

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

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

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

When people take their own lives,
Inspector,

sometimes they try and do it
in a significant place.

What's significant about here
to Eddie Seward?

It's beautiful.

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

he was taking great strength
from nature,

that he was finding God in it.

Yeah, yeah.

If he was committing suicide,

why didn't we find him
hanging from that tree?

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

and the body had fallen
from where it was hanging.

So he fell in the river
and just floated downstream?

That's a wonderful explanation.
Can you think of another?

Yes. His wife killed him
and made it look like suicide.

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

but his own hands
trying to save himself?

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

Because, as my friend
Sir Henry Clithering says,

sometimes people
pull out of their suicides.

Inspector, surely you know that.

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

Inspector, why are you
no longer working in London?

Why are you down here?

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

There was an incident.

Involving drink?

Involving drink, yes.

I was on duty, complaints were made
and I was told to sort myself out.

What was in Eddie's wallet?

Money, a business card
with his club address on it,

tickets for various things.

May I see?

I'm going to go to London
and try to trace his movements

between the time that he checked out
of the drying-out clinic

and the time he came here.

See if he met up with anyone.

Good idea.

Thank you.

Um, Inspector, I don't think
it's connected to this,

but I believe that someone
is trying to scare Mary Pritchard.

Perhaps you... It wouldn't take much
to set that woman off, Miss Marple.

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

Magical flowers. I mean, honestly.

Hello.

What's wrong?

Susan Carstairs.

You've slept with her
since I've lived here.

That's not true.
You were seen, George, don't lie.

Why? Do you not love me enough?

Of course I love you.

Then why? Are we not risking enough
for each other, George?

I did it because...

Because she was there.

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

I want to be with you,
but you won't let me.

We talk and talk in circles about how
much we want to be together, but...

..you never show
that you really want me.

It's always meeting like this.

I love you.

I love YOU.

I'm so sorry.

I'd do anything for you.
You know that, don't you?

MAN: Hello.
Oh, hello.

Is that the Fettiplace auction house?

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

Do you think I should
tell them about Dr Frayn

and how he's failing
in his hypocritical duties?

Hippocratic!

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

Charging them all this money
for nothing but water.

Don't be so stupid, Philippa.

It's 'Hippocratic', after
Hippocrates, the Greek physician.

Not 'hypocritic'...

..after everyone in this village.

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

And your sister feels better
after the treatment,

doesn't she, Philippa?

It's just deceitful. When I was
in the air force... Oh, here we go.

Back when you were in the air force
when you met George...

..when you fell in love with him.

During the war there was this girl,
Miss Marple.

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

She'd water down perfumes
and whisky and things...

..pass off poor-quality nylons
for top brands.

We used to call her 'the wasp'

because you'd get stung
if you went near her.

She had this obsession with money,

this voracious greed for it and...

I think Dr Frayn is the same.

And I think he should be drummed out
of the medical profession

like the wasp was drummed out
of the services.

Now, that looks good.
Oh, it is, and it's not for you.

It's to cheer Mary up.

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

Very little, I'm afraid.

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

You see everything, Jane, don't you?

Well, I thought
if I might speak to her alone,

use what remains
of the Milewater charm,

I could bring her round
to giving us some money.

And?
Lewis got there before me.

Well, if you don't give me the money,

they're going to come back
to the village.

They'll hurt Philippa,
they'll hurt our children.

They're going
to take everything we've got.

Everything in that cottage
is owned by George and me!

You haven't earned a penny
in your life!

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

You know, Mary...
you are an evil bitch!

Please go now! George?
I'm going, I'm going.

George!

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

I imagine so.

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

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

Just... stop
in this village of mine?

Dermot?

I walk here every day...

Look, I have some work to do
for Sunday.

I really must work.

Maybe you don't see everything,
Jane.

MISS MARPLE:
That evening, Sir Henry,

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

I thought of all the tensions

that lay in the foundations
of the lives that lived there.

They'll be back in the morning
demanding money. We haven't got it!

Then we'll get the money!
We haven't got the money!

We will get the money. Where?
I promise.

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

in genuine fear of her life.

Help me. Protection of
the spirits of the wind and the...

MISS MARPLE: But little did I realise
how right she was to be scared...

In my own time.

And please stop ringing me here.

..and how she was
not going to see the morning.

Mary? Mary?

Oh, no.

No...

George?

What is it?

Look at the geranium, Sir.

At first sight it's shock, syncope,

which has caused the blood vessels
in the nose to have hemorrhaged.

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

Well, it has.
It's pink again now.

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

The place is madness.

We don't know what we saw.

You've got to get that detective
to investigate the fortune-teller

and Nurse Carstairs, Mr Pritchard.

There's something terribly wrong

about the way
she frightened your wife.

Yes. Thank you, Caro.

Can you leave us alone, please?

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

As news of Mary's death
raced through the village

people found themselves
asking terrible questions.

Well...

Is it true?

Is she dead?
Yes.

How?

They think she died of shock.

People don't die of shock, George.

Was it you?

Did you kill her?

Did I kill your wife?
Yes.

How can you say that to me?

How can you?

Go away! Go away!

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

But how?

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

MISS MARPLE:
Everyone in Little Ambrose was thrown

by the events of that morning,
Sir Henry, even Nurse Copling.

What am I going to do, Hester?
You'll be alright.

But this will
make me unemployed again.

I thought it was going
to be a permanent position.

I know Mrs Pritchard was difficult,

but I felt at home here,
I was making friends.

You've still got those friends,
Caro. We're not going to go away.

Nursing must be
a very peripatetic kind of life,

quite lonely at times.

Have you been in it long? Since
the war, when we all did our bit.

I served over at Duxford.
And then...

Reverend, you don't look very well.

Would you like to sit down?
I'm sorry.

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

It must be something I ate.

Where are your family, Caro?

I don't have any, Miss Marple.

Oh. Have you a gentleman friend?
No.

Mr Pritchard...

..tried the same thing with me

as he did with Nurse Carstairs,
Miss Marple.

He tried to teach me a golf swing,

but I wouldn't do it,
I wouldn't do what he wanted.

And if you ask me,

I think he's still in touch
with Susan Carstairs.

I heard them
talking on the telephone once.

I think George Pritchard's
a bad man.

And the way he carries on
I think he must be.

Mr Edward Seward has been
staying at the club off and on,

but he wasn't here on Thursday night.

When was he last here?
Oh. Two, three weeks ago.

Let's see.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Go back, go back.

What's that name?
That is Mr George Pritchard, Sir.

Is he a member here, too?
Yes.

Yes, I did know Eddie Seward.

We moved in the same circles
for a while.

He was...

It was resentment.

I was seen as new money,

whereas him and his ilk were
blue-blood and made sure you knew it.

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

Because he turned up dead on
my doorstep

and I didn't want to be
dragged into it.

I was never close to him,
I didn't like him.

He was a hopeless alcoholic
and a thug around women.

This man that you weren't close to

lent you half a million pounds
three years ago

for your airline to develop haulage
routes into Italy and Greece,

a venture that was not successful.

Yes, but I paid Eddie Seward back.
Every farthing.

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

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

At Summerleigh, like I told you.

But your housekeeper, Hester
Milewater, says that's another lie.

I've had enough of this.
Sit down, Sir.

Look, am I under arrest?
Sit down.

I didn't see Eddie Seward
that morning.

I haven't heard from him
for two years.

I don't know why he was here
or where his wife is.

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

My wife died this morning

and I have some things
that I have to attend to.

About time you arrived.

Yes? Hello?
Oh...

Oh, that's an excellent likeness,
Hazel.

Oh, you have
a very distinctive style.

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

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

Well, I like portraiture,

but my real love is,
well, has always been nature.

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

Hi, Hes. Got your message.

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

I want an explanation, Jonathan.

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

The snuff boxes,
the carriage clock, jewellery.

No, not jewellery.

Why did you do it?
Because that was my parents' stuff.

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

He drove down the price
on Summerleigh.

He died with nothing to his name.

But it's not
yours anymore, Jonathan.

I want to get money
to marry you, Hes.

What?

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

She was my most lucrative patient,
Hes.

I don't want money.

I want you, don't you know that?

Oh, you must
take all that stuff back

or that detective will be on to you.

I thought that place was abandoned.

It is.
So why is there a light on?

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

Who?
Your husband, Eddie Seward.

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

knowing he'd driven you away,
maybe to suicide,

sinking deeper into his tunnel
of alcohol and guilt.

And then, quite by chance,

he recognised one of your paintings
at Fettiplace,

the art dealers in London.

Lot 172.

And even though
you'd changed your name,

he recognised it was your hand.

MAN: Hello? Anyone there?

Hello?

Zarida.

There's no-one here.

Jonathan.

Call the police, Hazel.

If your husband found you here

it's only a matter of time
before they do.

They'll understand, Penelope.

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

Pritchard's mistress?
And six months pregnant.

With George Pritchard's tie
tight around her neck.

She'd been installed
in the Mill House by George,

after he made her leave Summerleigh.

Detective Somerset found evidence
that she had dressed up as Zarida.

He found Mary's missing jewellery
on her fingers

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

Suddenly
he had three suspicious deaths

and one missing persons inquiry
on his hands,

all somehow tangled around
George Pritchard.

But how? And why?

I want you to keep everything
you've seen to yourself.

Can I rely on you both?

Detective Somerset decided
not to release news

of Susan Carstairs' death,

but to have George watched
while he interviewed Hazel,

who had just rung the police station

and admitted
she was Penelope Seward -

news that was already
round the village.

Philippa? Philippa?

What?

I suppose you've heard about Hazel.

Oh. Yes, yes.

Caroline and I were just talking
about it.

Caroline?
Hello.

Hello, Miss Marple.

We think she must have had some
kind of... thing over my sister.

Or Mrs Pritchard recognised her
as Penelope Seward.

She recognised her, yes.

We think she must have...
killed my sister somehow.

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

Then who's been doing this,
Miss Marple?

Who else could have
killed these people?

And on this Sunday morning

we remember in our prayers
Mary Pritchard,

a member of our community
who died yesterday.

I...

Forgive me for saying this.

God teaches us that life is valuable.

It is not to be wasted.

God, when he judges Mary's life,

I fear will judge it to be wasted.

God asks us to live our lives
in service to Him,

not dabbling in fancies
and superstitions.

I'm sorry to say this, Mr Pritchard,

but God teaches us to live our lives

so that we can try to be good
to one another.

Reverend Milewater...
Philippa, sit down.

Human beings should
not be mean and poisonous.

I think she was murdered.
(Congregation murmurs)

Philippa, we should leave.

No, George. She was murdered
by that woman, I know she was.

Let's leave.
(I saw her.)

Early yesterday morning
coming back from Summerleigh.

Why would Hazel want to murder Mary?

Because you were having an affair
with her, George.

Did you think
I wouldn't notice that?

Did you think I wouldn't see?

And she murdered her husband, too...

..because the day he died
she was late at the golf club.

Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Where had she been if not killing
him so she could be with you?

Where had she been?

I did see my husband that morning.

He asked me to accept him back.

Where did this take place?
Here.

He just turned up
and said he'd changed.

And that he loved me.

And that he'd always loved me.

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

Never go back to him.

Are you in on it, too, George?

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

Was that always your plan?
To let this...

..this wasp come and live
in this happy place

and then let her sting?

Shut up, Philippa!

Before you say something
you'll really regret.

Did Pritchard follow your husband?
No.

How do you know?
Were you with him the whole time?

George told me he didn't
and I have faith in him.

Even though you didn't know about
his affair with Susan Carstairs.

I have faith in him.
The pregnant Susan Carstairs.

Who was found strangled
yesterday evening

with one of George Pritchard's ties.

Don't you talk to her like that.
Is that the truth, Pritchard?

What are you going to do?
Write a book?

Because if you do
it will take you 20 years.

What page are you on
of your current magnum opus?

Every talent that you've had,
every break,

you've wasted it or gambled it away.

Oh, look.
I see your friends are here.

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

What did you say?
You heard me!

That's enough. You've spent
your entire life leeching off me!

I've lent you money,
I've supported you

and you've resented it all!

All of it!

I'm so sorry.

Everyone, I'm...

..I'm sorry.

Hey, George.

Was that the real you?

Eh?

Here.

Take it.

Take it. Take it all.

Pay off your debts.

I have to speak to the police.

You're in no state
to speak to anyone, Dermot.

It's just something that I ate.

But Philippa,
she's got it all wrong. What?

The morning Mary was found dead,

Hazel was not on her way back
from Summerleigh.

She was coming to see me.

Hazel is a devout woman.

She takes the vows of marriage
very seriously.

She was conflicted
about her marriage and George's.

You knew about her and George.

Well, she used me as a confessor.

I was bound to silence.

Though that morning
she was very distressed,

having heard of George's affair
with Nurse Carstairs.

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

She loved him so much...

..and he had saved her.

Oh.

So much sin, Jane.

And in such a small place as this.

Where are you going?
To find you.

Are you lying again?

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

You painted the wallpaper,
you designed it, you...

..you did some sort of trick.
Did you kill Mary and Eddie?

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

I would've come to you,
I would've taken care of you.

I promised I would.

I'd have found the strength
to leave Mary.

Did you kill Susan Carstairs?

What?

They know she was Zarida.

Just tell the truth!

Darling, let's leave, let's go.

Let's go.
Don't hurt me, George!

Come on. Come on!
Get your hand off me!

George!

He made a full confession,
didn't he? Yes.

That he'd killed all three -

Eddie, Mary
and Susan Carstairs herself,

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

But you weren't convinced.

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

But the only reason for it
to be false was if he were...

..protecting Hazel.

Yes. He was 'taking the fall',
as they say in American books,

for the one woman he really loved.

George Arthur Pritchard.

You are charged
with the wilful murders

of Edward St John Hillier Seward,
Mary...

MISS MARPLE: But suddenly
this morning I knew I'd been wrong

and that I had to stop the hearing

because, Henry,
the truth of these murders

is quite extraordinary.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Yes, yes!

Please inform Mr Justice Carmichael

that some new evidence
has just come to light

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

Mrs Challinor's knitting box?

That's right, My Lord.
Sir Henry understood the allusion.

Did he?

And the strand of wool
that seemed most knotted to me,

that was the key to untangling
all the half-knitted jumpers

of Mrs Challinor's grandchildren...

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

...was if you were planning
to kill someone, My Lord,

would you trust
to scaring them to death?

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

like poisoning them?

Are you suggesting
that Mary Pritchard was poisoned,

rather than scared to death?

Undoubtedly.

By her husband?
No. No.

George Pritchard
has admitted to these crimes

because he thinks
he's protecting the woman he loves.

Of all the seven deadly sins,
My Lord,

George Pritchard is, I think, vanity,

the sin from which
so many others arise.

It's led him into foolish
relationships with other women

and led, I think,
to the gluttony of his wife,

who, faced
with a philandering husband,

took to her bed in order to maintain
some sort of hold over him.

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

And it also led
to the dreadful wrath

of the woman
he spurned all those years ago

to go off with her prettier sister.

When Reverend Milewater became ill,

he said,
'It was just something I ate'.

And he was right,
wasn't he, Philippa?

He'd eaten something
you'd prepared for Mary.

Now that looks good.
Oh, it is, and it's not for you.

It's to cheer Mary up.

You'd been poisoning her for years,
hadn't you?

Sick...

Day after day,
dish after dish.

Making life hell
for the sister who ruined your dream

of marrying the handsome young pilot

you loved more
than anyone else in the world.

I didn't kill Mary, George.
I just wanted to punish her.

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

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

Yes.

..into making desperate accusations
against George and Hazel

to deflect attention away from you.

Are you in on it too, George?

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

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

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

Didn't you, Caroline?

Caroline and I were
just talking about it.

Caroline?

My Lord, do you know
how a wasp trap is made? I do.

Well, it struck me today

how much cyanide of potassium
crystals resemble smelling salts.

What do you mean?

I suggest, My Lord,

that Caroline Copling
made Mary desperately anxious

through her performance
as Zarida the fortune-teller.

(Breathes shallowly)

And on the night of Mary's death,

Caroline had swapped the
smelling salts for cyanide crystals.

Because it was the cyanide
that killed Mary Pritchard.

On discovery of Mary's body,

Caroline Copling would have
had to have acted quickly

in the few moments she had
in the room alone.

Using the smelling salts
she turned the geranium blue.

She then returned them
and removed the cyanide crystals.

But how did the flowers turn blue?

Well, My Lord,
smelling salts are alkaline,

and I think a nurse
with a bedridden patient

uses litmus paper, don't they,

for those little tests they do

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

How ingenious, then,

to paste red litmus paper
over a red flower,

near to the bed, of course,

where she knew
Mary would use her salts

and the strong ammonia
would turn the flower blue.

And then remove the litmus paper
afterwards...

..knowing it wouldn't
bear close scrutiny.

Why? Why would I want
to kill Mary Pritchard?

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

when you were in the air force?

I learnt my trade during the war,
you know,

when we all had to do our bit.

I served over at Duxford.

And seeing that
George was now a millionaire,

you thought
you'd change your appearance and name

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

This is nonsense.
Sit down, Miss.

Thank you, Henry.

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

Was that always your plan?

To get this... wasp to come
and live in this happy place

and then let her sting?

Shut up, Philippa!

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

to describe the girl in the air force
who was in the black market.

We used to call her 'the wasp'

because you'd get stung
if you went near her.

She had this obsession with money.

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

How easy it must have been for you

to enlist the greedy Susan Carstairs
into your scheme to scare Mary,

then make it look
as though she was Zarida

before disposing of her
when she was no longer needed...

..to further incriminate George
Pritchard in the string of deaths.

She wanted money.

She said with Mary dead
and George hanged,

Lewis and I would inherit the lot.

And she wanted half of it,

otherwise she'd tell the police
I'd poisoned her.

That is a complete lie.
You cannot deny it.

You said you'd worked hard
and had nothing.

You deserved it,
you deserved the money.

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

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

whatever the cost.

Caroline Copling,
you are being arrested

for the murder of Mary Pritchard...

No!
..and Susan Carstairs.

No! No! No!

Anything you say will be taken down
and used as evidence against you.

No! No! No!

No! No!

And the murder of Eddie Seward?

No, Inspector,
that was always suicide.

The sad end of another love
that curdled into bitterness.

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

visit the wasp traps.

It would be lovely to see you.

Are you alright, Miss Marple?

Yes, yes. It's just been quite a day.

Well, as you said to me once, Jane,

nothing's settled
until it's settled right.

No. No, it isn't.

Well...

Goodbye, Jane.
Goodbye.

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