All language subtitles for Nemesis- Miss Marple-1

Everything's tied up now, Μr Rafiel.
Nothing outstanding.

Only one thing...

'Only one thing...'

I double-checked. I was sure.

- Only Michael.
- Michael?

My son.

Do you believe in fate,
Miss Kurnowitz?

- I...
- Of course. Nemesis.

Are you ready?

Yes, Mr Rafiel.

We've got a web to weave.

Well, Lionel...

I don't know what to say
that might be a comfort.

Perhaps it's all for the best.

So many marriages
end disastrously these days.

- I'm sure you've tried.
- Of course, Aunt Jane! I have!

Maybe if you had stayed
at home and seen it through.

I TRIED.

- I'm sorry...?
- Celia changed all the locks.

- She locked me out.
- Poor Lionel.

You HAVE been in the wars.

Well, I hope the contrast
won't be too much for you.

- St Mary Mead is really...
- Quite.

Thought you were
the bloody nurse for a moment.

- The Angels?
- They've accepted.

- And the brochure to the Temple?
- The Professor has accepted,

and the airplane tickets
have gone to the Archdeacon.

It's up to her now.

Thousands of years ago...
she had a measuring rod.

A sword and a whip,
you know. A scourge.

She rode about in a chariot
drawn by griffins. Nemesis.

Last time I saw her,
she was wearing a pink, woolly shawl.

- Leave that with me.
- Yes, Mr Rafiel.

Here you are, guv.

Thank you.

Poor Mr Rafiel.

- Someone I once knew has died.
- I'm sorry.

Not an uncommon occurrence now...
But Mr Rafiel was so full of life!

Do you mean Rafiel the millionaire?

Yes. There.

I once helped him to prevent a murder.

- He called me "Nemesis".
- "Jason Rafiel...

"self-made millionaire,
died on his private paradise

on the island of La Rocheverte.

- He was a valued client, Schuster.
- He was an old rogue, Broadribb.

And he still is a client.

Yes, he keeps us busy...
beyond the grave.

He does.

Poor Lionel.

Aren't you most dreadfully bored?

Not at all. No, I like it...
I mean, I'm not...

I'm just very conventional.

I like peace and quiet and...

well... boredom. No, I'm fine.

I'm perfectly all...

perfectly...

lt's from Mr Rafiel's solicitors.

How strange.

How very strange.

Marmalade.

Aunt Jane...?

- Most perplexing.
- What is? The letter?

Mr Rafiel wants me to investigate something
but he tells me nothing about it...

what kind of crime...
when it was committed...

where... anything.

It's like being asked to do
a crossword puzzle without the clues.

- There must be something.
- There is... yes.

I'm to go and see his solicitors.

I wonder what she'll be like.

She's elderly.
So she'll be punctual.

I must say, Schuster,
I feel a little embarrassed.

- How much are we supposed to reveal?
- The basic facts, lF asked.

Yes, indeed.
lt makes it very awkward.

Mr Rafiel was always a difficult client.

The coach tour?

I'm afraid so. That is... yes.

I'm a little embarrassed, Miss Marple,
in that I have so little to tell you.

I have two tickets to put at your
disposal... One for a companion.

Thank you. Yes, I see. Yes.

The financial reward will be yours when
you have completed the investigation, or...

at the end of the year, unconditionally.

But... How shall I know if I'm successful?

Well... We're advised that
you'll KNOW you've been successful...

WHEN you've been successful.

Yes, yes. I see.
I see how that could be.

The lady might want
to know about the reward.

Yes, of course.

- Twenty thousand pounds.
- That is a very large sum of money.

It's not as large as it used to be.

Partridges...

Madam...?

Partridges are very difficult
to get now, and rather expensive.

I shall enjoy a partridge,
and... some marron glace.

Tell me...
Didn't Mr Rafiel have a son... Michael?

Er, yes.
A rather delicate matter, that.

I'm afraid there was an estrangement
between him and his father.

There was a... a scandal.

A scandal?

He was suspected
of being involved in a murder.

- And when was this?
- A number of years now.

- How many?
- Broadribb?

Seven... or eight?

And are you in touch
with Michael Rafiel now?

No. He went abroad.

He returned to this country,
and was living among the homeless.

- Dear, dear.
- Tramps... and so on.

To all intents and purposes,
he's disappeared.

- Could he be dead?
- He COULD be, yes.

He's not been declared dead...

Now, may I impose on you both?

- Of course.
- Madam.

I should like the exact
circumstances of this murder.

If you follow my itinerary...

Of course.
So you WILL go on the tour?

That is what Mr Rafiel intended.

And a companion?

Yes. Yes, I think
I shall take a companion.

Hello, Miss Marple.
lt lS Miss Marple, isn't it?

I'm Madge.
You must be Mr... Mr... em...

How do you do?
Peel! Absolutely.

Well done, Madge (!)

I've to look after you, Miss Marple,
like the crown jewels.

Strict instructions.

Right between the wheels.
The most comfortable seat.

Would you like to sit here?

I DO hope you'll
both be very comfortable...

and if there's anything...

Right. Well...

Your fellow passengers.

We find it helps
to break the ice, you know.

- Thank you.
- Well, I'll be off now.

Right... bye.

- A helpful girl.
- Yes.

That woman looks familiar.
What do you think, Lionel?

Y-e-s.
She stands out, doesn't she?

An archeologist, perhaps...
Digging up the Near East.

Of course! Elizabeth Temple.

She was headmistress
at St Agnes, you know.

- Oh?
- Yes.

I read of her retirement last summer.

- Well, how lucky we are.
- Congratulations!

It lS Elizabeth Temple. Quite right.

And who's that, I wonder?

There's a Professor Wanstead listed.
Doesn't say what of.

This is turning into
a very distinguished gathering.

This way, please.

Are there any
newspapers on the bus?

Yes. Loads and loads.

- My name's Wanstead.
- How do you do?

'I imagine you knitting
headscarves and that sort of thing.

'If that's what you prefer
to go on doing, that's your decision.

'But if you prefer
to serve the cause of justice,

I hope you find it interesting.

'Remember this:
"Let justice roll down like waters,

'and righteousness
like an everlasting stream." '

How magnificent!
Hemerocallis.

I can never
get mine to look like that.

- Tell them to cheer up, or be dug up.
- Poor Lionel. ls this VERY boring for you?

Not at all! lt's good for me.
lt isn't exactly the Boulevard des Anglais.

- You're not too tired, are you?
- You know, I believe I am, a little.

I think I shall sit down
and have a little rest.

- I'll get you an ice-cream cornet.
- Yes. Thank you.

I'm not surprised.

I'm fairly shattered myself.

Have you come to see
the houses or the gardens?

Declare yourself!
Horticulturalist, or historian?

A vanilla cornet, Aunt Jane.

- I'm so sorry.
- That's all right. Excuse me.

Here we are, Aunt Jane.

Thank you very much.

It's interesting.

We all seem to like the same places.

May I join you both?

- Please do!
- Thank you.

Well, we were speculating
on why you might be on this tour.

- And Aunt Jane thought...
- Do tell me!

- I should feel a little presumptuous.
- Please!

Well... Aunt Jane... and I...

lt was one of her little ideas.

We were wondering if you might
be on some sort of pilgrimage.

You remind me of Mrs Jameson...

who came to St Mary Mead
to look at the church.

The church?! I mean...
lt's alright as churches go, but...

The point being that Mrs Jameson had been
very happy in St Mary Mead a long time ago.

Are you on a pilgrimage?

- Yes. You're right.
- Really? ln what way?

Are you visiting a shrine, or...?

Abbey Ducis used to be
an old stamping-ground of mine.

Something's been puzzling me for years.

- So you chose a tour?
- Yes.

A brochure landed on my doormat...
Abbey Ducis was on the itinerary.

It seemed like fate.

I must say I didn't expect
congenial company as well.

Your father's will
is a somewhat complex document.

I don't care if it's a three-volume novel,
Mr Broadribb.

Tell me.

Very well, then.

Miss Wimpole...

- ls that REALLY Mr Rafiel's son?
- Yes.

Would you make a cup of tea?
This may take some time.

That bit... in English.

What does it mean?

It means you inherit
2 million pounds and various...

lf...?

- Always providing that you...
- Don't give me the jargon, Broadribb.

If...?

IF you agree to live in the home your father
gave you at the time of your engagement.

Rafiel House, Abbey Ducis.
You are to maintain...

That's the only way I get it?

It is one of the finest houses in England.

- Is it the only way?
- Yes. I'm afraid so.

Otherwise, nothing.

You met, I take it, with a negative.

As you saw.

I have the details
Miss Marple requested.

I'll put them
in this afternoon's post.

To... Stourton.

I had the tour as a gift.
All expenses paid by a friend.

Have you heard of Jason Rafiel?

- He was the friend?
- Yes.

- Yes, it was in his will.
- How strange.

He contributed once or twice
to educational projects.

- He had a son, you know.
- Yes. Yes, I know.

One of my pupils, Verity...

She was a SHINING girl.
Not academically bright,

nor very attractive...
Not showily attractive.

Not clever, not athletic.
She was an orphan.

She had no money... no home...

yet there was
something in her nature.

Perhaps it was goodness.

- You believe in such things?
- Yes.

I believe in evil, and everlasting
life and... Yes, goodness.

Perhaps it was goodness.

And what happened to her?

She was engaged to Michael Rafiel.

- But she didn't marry him?
- No.

Why not?

Whether she would have, I don't know.

She died before she could.

She died...? How?

She was killed.

Why?

Love...?

I don't know.

Love, I think.

Love.

Look...
I think it's clearing up a little.

Do you know anything
about the Professor?

No. But what is he doing
on a tour like this?

- Do you know what he's professor of?
- Yes. Criminal psychology.

Really?

Well, well.

Hello, Mr... Peel.

- Miss Marple?
- Yes.

- Miss Marple?
- Yes.

Miss Temple said that Verity Hunt

- died of love.
- Yes?

Broadribb and Schuster
say here that she was murdered.

How on earth do they know that?

Because the man arrested for the murder
was Mr Rafiel's son, Michael.

- Where are you from?
- Leave the poor sod alone.

He can't stay here...
obstructing a thoroughfare.

- Leave him!
- Where are you FROM?

I come from Tipperary.

Leave him to me.

Make sure you move him.

Verity Hunt's body was found
in a ditch 10 miles from Abbey Ducis.

Michael Rafiel and she were lovers.

Was that the love Miss Temple
was talking about, I wonder?

Love in death, and all that.

Was Michael Rafiel found guilty?

No. He was arrested,
but never brought to trial.

That seems to me very
significant in the circumstances.

How?

You can't be tried for a crime
for which you've been acquitted.

Exactly.

So Michael Rafiel could
still be tried for this murder.

Exactly.

Abbey Ducis tomorrow.

Out you come.
This way, please.

- I'll book us in. You stay here.
- Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt.
ls this the historic... thing?

Historic Homes and Gardens.
Absolutely.

I'm looking for a Miss Jane Marple.

Well, I'm her godson. Perhaps...

I was hoping she'd come and stay with us.

Hotels are SO dreary, aren't they?

- Well, she's just in the lounge.
- Thank you.

Right. Who's next?

I'm Lavinia Glynne.

My sisters and I have
the old Manor House over the way.

Anyway, we heard
Miss Marple was coming...

- You HEARD she was coming?
- Yes.

We have a mutual friend...
Mr Rafiel.

He wrote to us before he died.
Asked us to cosset her.

- Told us the dates and everything.
- That's extraordinary.

He seems to have
planned it to the last...

He was a GREAT planner,
Mr Rafiel.

Anyway, we were wondering
if she'd like to stay with us.

I'm sure she'd love to.

She's not ultra-keen on...
She finds them a bit impersonal.

Mind you, that's what I like.
And getting your shoes polished, of course.

- But... she doesn't.
- Good. I'm so pleased.

Mr Rafiel didn't tell us
a man was coming, but...

Well, Aunt Jane thought it would
be good for me. Never mind.

I see what you mean.

Well... actually...

Would you think me
VERY unsociable if I stayed on here?

There's an old professor on the tour
who rather relies on me.

Of course. Not at all, no.
Of course, you must!

Let's break the good news to Aunt Jane.

What is it?

She's going to stay
with friends of Rafiel.

Damn!

Aunt Jane...?

Aunt Jane?

Lionel, dear.

- I do wish I were cleverer.
- What's this, Aunt Jane?

There's something going on
and I don't know what it is.

I know it's there...
But I can't work it out.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm being confided in,
and I'm also being watched.

Are they enemies,
or are they friends?

I'm sure this problem Mr Rafiel
has set us has to do with his son.

I want you to enquire about
Michael Rafiel everywhere. Everywhere!

- Yes, of course. I'll have a go. I'll ask.
- Well, that'll be a great... yes...

Perhaps you should stay on
here at the hotel after all.

No, no. Mr Rafiel intended me
to go to the Manor House.

Come in and meet my sisters.

- Only one, I'm afraid.
- Hello. Clothilde.

Anthea's barging round
in the garden somewhere.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Here she is!
- Miss Marple. Hello.

How lovely!
How lovely of you to come. How gorgeous!

- Hello. I'm Anthea.
- How do you do?

Well, if you'd like to sign there, sir.

That Rafiel fellow was a rotten egg.

Law couldn't pin nothin' on him, but...
Thank you, sir.

And write the licence number there, sir.

Yes, I heard he was a...
Still, if you're young and you've got money,

it's a temptation.
I mean, if I had money...

They reckon he got away with murder.

He had a dirty reputation before that,
and a manner... Wasn't liked.

Anyway, he did go.
We saw to that.

Here we are, sir.

There we are, sir.
Well, pleasant driving.

Aye, we did rid ourselves
of that Rafiel fellow.

How did you manage that?

Some creatures you do smoke out,
some you put salt on their tails,

with your own kind,
you just tell 'em!

Mr Peel.

I'm looking for your aunt.

- She's at the old Manor House.
- She knows the Bradbury-Scotts?

No. lt was another
of the post-mortem arrangements.

Mr Rafiel arranged it. Amazing.

I'm hoping he's planned
next term's timetable for me.

It was Mr Rafiel
who knew the Bradbury-Scotts.

I see.

Aunt Jane's coming to the hotel
on Saturday, if you want to see her.

Yes. Thank you. I see.

Thank you. No, I only
moved back here a few years ago.

It seemed the thing to do,
to join the girls.

- We're an institution.
- Yes. Always have been...

The Bradbury-Scott girls.

We went everywhere together
before I was married.

We were so...
just like the Wyndham sisters.

Now we're just the batty
old dears who live in a ruin.

Speak for yourself, Anthea, dear.

- My library...
- IS a ruin.

Like the bakery...
the stables... the old laundry house.

Everything's decaying.

It's horrible! Rats... damp... worms!

- Spiders in every corner.
- Anthea!

My library is my life's work.
Local history... cultural and social history.

People write to Tilly
from all over the world.

What do you dream of
in your library, Clothilde, dear?

What comes to you...?

Who comes to you...?

- Just Daddy?
- Girls, girls!

Our life is very rich. Very blessed.

What are your plans, Miss Marple?

We'd be delighted
to show you around, Anthea and I.

Our church is rather splendid.

And there are lots of nooks and crannies.

Thank you,
but my godson has hired a car.

- Well, if we can help in ANY way...
- Thank you.

Some of the houses round here are superb.

- Rafiel House used to be lovely.
- Rafiel House? OUR Mr Rafiel?

Yes, indeed.

He lived here till his wife died,
and then he went back to London.

It has quite a history,
hasn't it, Tilly?

Yes, it has.
lt was built in the 18th century,

by a family who made
a fortune in fur and timber.

It was quite rundown
but Mr Rafiel restored it magnificently.

His son lived in it for a while.

So Mr Rafiel lived in Abbey Ducis.

I should have guessed!

Did you know his son?

A bad lot!

Conventional wisdom nowadays seems to be
that young men ought to be a bit wild...

and they turn out right in the end.

Well, Michael Rafiel started bad
and continued worse.

Will you excuse me? There's a book
I have to get back to the public library.

- I must finish it.
- Of course.

I'm so glad you were able to come,
Miss Marple.

Perhaps I shouldn't have...
But Clothilde mentioned him first.

I ought to go and see
if Mrs Adams has fed Tenzing.

I think she takes that fish
home for her own wretched mog.

It's so lovely to have you here,
Miss Marple.

My poor sisters.

What you have to understand,
Miss Marple,

is that my sisters'
relationship with Jason Rafiel

wasn't simply good friends and neighbours.

- They were united by grief.
- How?

They both lost children.

- But Michael was an only child.
- Jason Rafiel lost Michael,

just as surely as my sisters lost Verity.

- Verity?
- Verity Hunt.

The girl Michael was involved with...
the one who was killed.

My sisters were Verity's guardians,
Miss Marple.

'You've got a flair for evil,
that's what. A nose for it.'

Have I, indeed!

Well, I wish it would manifest itself.

- May I?
- Yes, of course.

I believe your aunt and I
may share a common interest.

Really?

Clothilde and Anthea Bradbury-Scott
were Verity Hunt's guardians.

Were they?

It's so difficult to know
what to do for the best.

- You have a car?
- I'm sorry?

- A car.
- Yes, I have.

I wonder if I may impose upon you?

How would you describe that,
Mr Peel?

"A mansion under English skies

"Beautiful as a wreck of Paradise."

Looks as if Prince Charming ought
to turn up and wake it with a kiss.

Quite so.

Do you believe
in the spirit of place?

The jolly old genii loci?

Well, yes, I do personally,
as it happens.

Where are we, by the way?

- Rafiel House.
- Really?

I was about to say that I feel
that THIS could be a happy place.

I agree.

Yes. I fear I agree.

This was the tennis court.

Every Sunday afternoon...
weather permitting.

We were quite famous for our tennis court.
Yes. Tilly was a terrific server.

That briar patch
was old Bourbon roses, once.

And over there...

Lord, the nymphs ARE departed.

I don't know why I'm doing this.
lt makes me so sad.

The greenhouse.

Yes. Polygonum Baldschudanicum.
A very fine example.

Is it?

Clothilde planted it.
lt's certainly taken over.

Would you like
a sherry before lunch?

Um... no. Thank you very much.

There's a letter I must write.

I've, er... DECIDED to write.

Rafiel House?
They do say as it be 'aunted.

I won't be a moment, sir.

I left yours till last,
as I thought you was goin' out.

They do say the girl
do walk abroad at Rafiel House.

Girl?

The girl that was murdered
by that Rafiel boy.

Mad as a hatter, of course.

- There were others.
- Others?

Nora Brent disappeared.

My Aunt Reen said
she saw her in Blackpool.

But she's blind as a mole,
and thick as slurry.

Somebody said she's gone to America.

That's cos she was always
goin' to the flicks.

What I say is, Rafiel done her in.
He should have hanged for Verity Hunt.

But the rich can do anything, can't they?
Still, we didn't like him bein' around.

He got the message in the end.
Good riddance.

There, sir. That's you done.

You'll be going off tomorrow, sir?
The castle at Kingminster?

The local tour.

No, I've promised my aunt
the local churches tomorrow.

She thought the castle
might be a bit much for her.

Yes, Mr Walker, that's fine. Bye.

- Can this go by hand, dear?
- Yes, of course.

- Yes, sir?
- Kingminster.

Return.

- And a dog.
- £I.7s.6d please, sir.

Good morning.

- How's the stiffness today?
- Much better, thank you.

Well done.
Professor!

Terrific! Gosh, you are game!

What sensible shoes.

- Anyone seen Miss Cooke and her chum?
- No...

- Well?
- St Peter's first, I think.

I assume the girl was buried there.

The windows were enlarged in 1340.

'The stained glass tells the story
of the family through the ages.'

lf you could move on now,
through there and up the stairs,

we'll come to the library.

What are you looking for here,
Aunt Jane?

I wish I knew, Lionel, dear.

Come along.

'The library was designed
by James Wyatt in 1790.

'And the gallery is graced
by statues of the greatest English poets,

all life-size... 'except that of Shakespeare,
who is done bigger as befits his status.

'The glass cases contain
manuscript poems, letters, and incunabula.

'Now, if we carry on through the doors there,
we'll find ourselves in the dining-room.'

Right. Come on, gang!

"And I am re-begot
Of absence, darknesse, death;

"things which are not."

My God!