- Is there time?

- Just.

A letter from Edmund.

EMMA: Hmm?

LUTHER: He's met a girl and married her in London.

"We've tied the knot now without any fuss, just in case.

"Her name is Martine.

She's French.

"I'll bring her down to meet you all before I sail."

If I'm asleep when they come... ..tell them.

Tell them from us... it's only love that matters.

Love... not money.

However much you may have, actually.

Have I said good bye to the others?

My precious children.

Emma... Alfred... Harold... Edith... Cedric.

I love them all so much.

SHE GASPS She's gone.

Oh, Dad.

SHE SOBS GUARD: Tickets!

Tickets!

MUSIC: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' ELSPETH: A single to St Mary Mead, if you please.

First class.

Thank you.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS Jane!

SHE CHUCKLES Fetch out the damson gin!

I'm catching the 4:50 from Paddington.

GUARD: All aboard!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS GUARD BLOWS WHISTLE No, Roddy.

Don't.

Last service for tea, madam?

Roddy.

No, don't.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS SHE GASPS SHE WHIMPERS I've just seen a murder.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS BIRDS CHIRPING MISS MARPLE: There's nothing in the headlines.

Have a look in the Stop Press.

They must have found the poor woman's body by now.

When I changed trains, the attendant said he was going to report it immediately.

And you told him you'd be staying here?

I gave him your telephone number to pass on to the police.

He did believe you?

Why the devil shouldn't he?

Oh!

I'm not so sure.

The awful thing is I'm beginning to doubt it myself.

Last week, I put sugar on my kippers.

You don't think I'm going doolally?

Anyone less doolally than you, Elspeth, I have yet to meet.

Should I still go tomorrow?

Roddy will be so disappointed.

It's his first Christmas without Margaret.

And only your second without Arthur.

If I can be of some comfort to the poor, sweet man... Then you must do your duty.

Is it very hot in Ceylon?

And sticky.

I've taken plenty of light frocks.

I'm rather worried about perspiring, Jane.

I'll just have to change frequently.

You're a lady, Elspeth!

You won't perspire.

You'll glow.

Now, if we get our skates on, we should just catch the 10:33.

Where to?

I've had enough of trains.

AWDREY: I can only apologise that no-one thought to relay the astonishing news to you sooner.

- Astonishing?

- Yeah.

I'm surprised we didn't get the headlines.

Amazing Discovery.

No Corpse On Train.

I told you they wouldn't believe me.

Now, be fair, Mrs McGillicuddy.

The attendant did call the local police.

They called us.

I interrupted major pickpocket surveillance to help identify the offending train, which was then held at the next stop with considerable disruption to the timetable.

A full search was carried out.

There was no body.

ELSPETH: What about the passengers?

Did you look in their luggage?

- Why?

You read about bodies in suitcases.

I know what must have happened.

The murderer pushed the body out of the train.

HE LAUGHS Have you any idea how hard it is to open a train door at speed, let alone shove a body out?

In any case, on the off-chance that Charles Atlas is the murderer, all the drivers and the guards on that line have been asked to keep an eye open for a body by the track.

So far, the phones have remained silent.

Now, I have work to do.

Which train was it, may I ask, and where was it searched?

Police information is confidential, dear.

ELSPETH: If I was 20 years younger, I would put you across my knee and tan your hide, you snotty little pup.

And it's railway information, not police information and we all own the railways, now, don't we?

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS I've got the timetable.

- Still no sign.

- Oh, dear.

Did they have a map?

- They did.

INDISTINCT MESSAGE OVER TANNOY That's us.

- The very same train.

- Mm.

Do you suppose the murderer's on it again?

I doubt he makes a habit of strangling women on trains.

- No.

- It was the last carriage?

Third class.

How soon after the murder did you reach Hampton Parva and change for St Mary Mead?

The attendant said it was seven minutes to the next station, and that was two minutes at the most after I'd told him what I'd seen.

If we assume that the murder happened nine minutes before and you arrived at the station at 5:35.

That inspector said this train was searched at Brackhampton, which would have been at 5:40.

Here's where we are now.

Uh, the tracks run side by side.

We must be almost there.

Would you mind strangling me, Elspeth?

Not at all, Jane.

Please don't mind us.

SHE GRUNTS It's a bit rocky.

Mm.

We're slowing down.

ELSPETH: Whoa!

That's why the blind flew up when it did.

Where exactly are we?

Right slap bang in the middle of nowhere, by the look of it.

This is where you must have seen the other train.

Yes, so it is, Jane.

BOY: Come on, Stoddard-West!

Catch up!

JAMES: Wait, wait, Eastley!

Alexander!

James!

What did I tell you?

You are never, never to come this far without my permission.

- Sorry, Daddy.

- Sorry, Mr Eastley.

It was my fault.

J'excuse, Papa.

Non, je m'excuse.

What would your mother say if you'd fallen in?

Come on.

It's time to eat.

We slowed down around this curve.

The railway follows the boundary of a very large estate just before Brackhampton.

The house is Rutherford Hall.

Rutherford Hall.

That clangs a damn great bell.

I just can't... Oh, maybe I am going doolally.

No, no, no, it'll come to you.

I only had a glimpse, but we were looking down.

The line runs along an embankment.

If that's where he pushed the body out, it would have rolled into the grounds.

No wonder no-one's seen it by the track.

He was a lucky brute.

If it was luck.

It's the only place a train would be going slowly enough to manage it.

SOFTLY: It's just possible he chose the spot very carefully indeed.

But why has no-one at Rutherford Hall found her?

It could be unoccupied.

So many of our big houses are being sold off.

SHE GASPS It IS occupied, Jane.

I've just remembered.

Look.

"Rutherford Hall.

"Cook-housekeeper for Christmas holidays."

Thank you again for my present.

ELSPETH: And for yours.

I'd hate to run out of talcum powder in that climate.

Oh, dear.

It's the first time Mr Inch has been to the airport.

It's the first time I've been to Ceylon.

I hope the pilot knows the way.

SHE CHUCKLES Now, promise me you won't do anything foolhardy.

I promise.

Not on my own.

SHE GROANS Oh!

PIANO MUSIC PLAYING ♪ I travel alone ♪ ♪ Fair though the places And faces I've known ♪ ♪ When the dream is ended And passion has flown ♪ ♪ I travel alone ♪ ♪ Free from love's illusion ♪ ♪ My heart is my own ♪ ♪ I travel alone.

♪ APPLAUSE Quite, quite enchanting, Lucy.

Thank you, Mr Coward.

I'll finish laying the table.

Not so fast.

A few words of heartfelt appreciation on your last day.

Miss Eyelesbarrow breezed in like a whirling dervish a fortnight ago to rescue me.

Standing in, not only for my secretary, but also for my housekeeper.

Clearly, I overpay them both.

LAUGHTER In August, she was in Turkey, looking after a sultan.

Did you know that a sultan's wife is called a sultana?

LAUGHTER Every time I bite into a slice of fruitcake, I wonder if... - I'm so sorry.

LUCY: Miss Marple?

MISS MARPLE: Lucy!

- Sorry.

Whoever she is, dear, speak to her about timing.

LAUGHTER This one's for you, Dickie.

- Is that Lord Mountbatten?

Oh!

- Yes.

PIANO MUSIC PLAYING Raymond said you wouldn't mind my coming unannounced.

But, I had no idea... Oh!

Don't mention it.

It's lovely to meet you again.

How is Raymond?

You know my nephew.

Footloose and fancy-free.

Like you, Lucy.

SHE CHUCKLES And long may it be so.

I do what I do, I see who I see, I meet who I meet and it's glorious.

It's lovely to meet you again, but... Of course.

I couldn't pay nearly your normal rate, but Raymond said he'd help.

Everything I know about you convinces me you'll take it on.

SHE CHUCKLES - You want to engage me?

- Yes.

Would you like an adventure?

SHE LAUGHS LUCY: Possibly.

It's quite a challenge.

Very possibly.

I want you to find a body.

SHE GRUNTS Hello.

Lucy Eyelesbarrow.

I'm Emma Crackenthorpe.

What a smart car.

- Thank you.

- Wow!

ALEXANDER: Look at that car.

EMMA: Lovely, isn't it, boys?

Boys?

Don't touch.

- Come in.

We only occupy this wing now, my father and myself.

Though, as I said, there's family for Christmas.

Which is why I advertised.

That was my brother-in-law Bryan with the boys.

Alexander's his.

James is a school chum.

You have a sister.

I envy you.

Just brothers, me.

Edie died, having Alexander.

I'm so sorry.

Would you wait here?

I'll see if my father's ready for you.

The gobstopper king.

SHE LAUGHS Sorry.

David Quimper, Miss Eyelesbarrow.

Emma said you were starting.

Is someone ill?

Well, not more than usual.

I've given him the once-over, Luther, Mr Crackenthorpe.

But, I really came here to talk to Emma.

That's Luther's father.

Sir Marcus.

Crackenthorpe Confectionery.

Rotting the nation's teeth since 1881.

You surely had a Nougatine Twirly in your time.

I don't think so.

Or a Choco-Melty Bar.

Oh, yes.

Wasn't I sick?

- Miss Eyelesbarrow.

- Excuse me.

Thank you... Dr Quimper.

Doctor.

I'm delving for your name.

It has a definite Anglo-Saxon something about it.

It's not in the Chronicles.

I wondered if I'd seen it in Ivanhoe.

Isn't there an Ainsborrow, though, in Hereward The Wake?

Perhaps you're thinking of that.

Hereward The Wake?

Charles Kingsley.

Yes, I know.

I'll dust off my copy and have a look.

Has Emma explained everything?

We two manage with a local girl who comes in most weekdays, so you won't quite be on your own.

She's twice a week now.

Why is that?

Money again?

Never mind.

CAR APPROACHING There's Alfred.

I'll go down.

Alfred's my eldest son.

Sponging a buckshee Christmas again.

Who else will be here?

Just Bryan and the boys and Alfred.

It's a pity you won't get to meet Cedric.

He has to fly off again tomorrow.

He's the only free spirit among them.

He paints in Spain.

Well, Ibiza.

If I were younger... Oh, and Alfred's with Jacqueline, his girl.

Observe, if you will, Miss Eyelesbarrow, the sheer tawdriness of Jacqueline Briggs.

- There's no-one with him.

- He must have ditched her.

EMMA: Where's Jacqueline?

Miss Eyelesbarrow?

Dine with us tonight?

- I'll be in the kitchen.

- For me?

SHE SIGHS TOM: Just up here.

MISS MARPLE: Yes.

TOM: Just mind your head there.

Oof.

See what I mean?

MARPLE SIGHS Oh, this is perfectly charming, Tom.

And so kind.

I just had a fancy for a change from village life.

In Brackhampton?

There's a Roman wall, isn't there?

But, three feet of it behind the municipal swimming pool.

And an interesting church.

It's not that interesting.

There's a Norman window in the east wall, I suppose.

I think I've got a guide book of St Matthews if you really want to look at...

Sorry.

- Never mind.

CAR HORN HONKS There's my lift to work.

We're quite busy, actually.

- Are you?

Yeah.

Will you be staying long?

I did wonder, have you made plans for Christmas?

No.

Do you know, I'd be delighted, Miss Marple, absolutely delighted.

SHE CHUCKLES Ah.

- Hello.

- Mr Eastley.

The boys want to know if you make treacle sponge pudding.

You can tell them I'm famous for it.

Can I be useful?

I don't know.

Can you?

Scrape the carrots.

What is wrong with Mr Crackenthorpe?

Well, grief mostly.

Despair.

His eldest son, his wife.

His daughter.

Miss Crackenthorpe told me about your wife.

- Edie.

- I'm sorry.

Sure.

What happened to... Edmund, was it?

U-boat in the Atlantic.

Just after Luther lost Agnes.

Ten years ago, last week she died.

- Last week?

- December 4th.

- Tuesday.

- Yes.

We always gather to remember her.

Why don't I take this to the trash?

No, no.

no.

Waste not, want not.

That's the one for Christmas dinner.

Mm!

With prune and chestnut stuffing.

Now, that, I am famous for.

HE SPEAKS IN ANGLO-SAXON Anglo-Saxon for, "What an excellent dinner."

More or less.

Bryan did the sprouts.

I bet he did.

What will we do for tart without your precious Jacqueline?

EMMA: Dad, please.

Don't embarrass Miss Eyelesbarrow.

Jackie and I...

I don't even know where she is and I care even less.

Happy?

I haven't been happy for ten years.

Change the record.

I'll play it as often as I want.

Why couldn't we have had Cedric after Edmund instead of you?

Even Harold would have been better by a whisker.

What will happen to this place when I fall off the twig?

- Don't be so morbid.

LUTHER: Morbid?

With my space already booked out there in that bloody mausoleum?

Quite an exciting life you lead, Emma says.

It has its moments.

I doubt it compares with being a fighter pilot.

That seems a long way back.

I fly a desk now for an insurance outfit.

Dull isn't the word.

This must be a bit of a come-down for you.

It suits me very well.

I've an aunt in Brackhampton.

A sweet old thing.

I thought I might see her occasionally, if I have time.

I'll fetch the apple... tart.

Oh, and there's cheese.

And may I call my aunt?

Of course.

The family were here on the 4th.

'The day of the murder.'

Where would someone with knowledge of the estate conceal a body?

'Where is Alfred's missing girlfriend, 'Jacqueline Briggs?'

That's what you must concentrate on.

I-It's in the next chapter, Miss Hartnell, but I won't spoil it for you.

Just wait till the end.

There's a very ingenious twist.

'Bye-bye.'

TELEPHONE DINGS MUFFLED: Good night.

LUCY: What a shame it's so run down.

I suppose with the war and sweets still on ration... Crackenthorpe Confectionery doesn't figure.

Old Marcus sold it off.

Luther inherited all this, but has to run it on the interest from a trust fund he shares with the rest of us.

In my case, through Alexander.

It's pretty small change.

Poor Emma won't see a slice of the fund when it pays out on Luther's death.

That's real bucks.

- How unfair.

She's a woman.

Luther's hands are tied by his old man's crazy will.

They fell out.

Family stuff.

Well, can't he sell?

No.

Rutherford Hall has to pass to Alfred.

Since Edmund died, he's the eldest son.

LUCY: What's that?

- The mausoleum.

The last resting place of the Crackenthorpes.

BOTH: Lucy!

Lucy!

Hide and seek, Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy!

Hide and seek!

That's Miss Eyelesbarrow to you.

She said we can call her Lucy.

Didn't you, Miss Eyelesbarrow?

I didn't say you could scream it.

Will you play with us?

Please.

ALEXANDER: Please.

- I'll do the sprouts.

- Hooray!

- Hooray!

Then bed.

LUCY: 100?

- Yes.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS There's no fish and chip shop in St Mary Mead, so I thought it'd be a nice treat.

You always were a bad fibber.

I looked in your larder.

I'll shop.

What would I see from my train, where the railway curves along an embankment?

A large estate and a house?

Rutherford Hall.

Now, that is interesting.

I heard a lecture at the history society.

Now the place is cut off from Brackhampton, but that was the railway.

In 18... 1838, the company offered the family £900 for a slice of land, so the railway could keep going in a straight line.

Supposedly, the representative got a biff on the nose and was sent packing.

So the track had to skirt the estate at great cost.

That acreage these days.

I hate to think what that's worth.

Er... do you know the family?

The Crackenthorpes?

No.

The doctor's an acquaintance, though.

Nice chap.

I think he's quite keen on the daughter.

Are you up to something, Miss Marple?

Am I?

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS JAMES: Lucy!

Lucy!

- Coming!

LUCY: I hope you don't mind my asking, Mr Crackenthorpe, but did you never think of joining the family business?

I had a vision.

I saw my life unfolding before me, drowning in a sea of sticky toffee and pretending enthusiasm for a new line in coconut fudge.

"No, thank you, Dad," I told him.

"I have a soul, even if you don't."

He was a spiteful man, cut me out of his will.

Made sure his wealth skipped a generation.

But at least I stood up to him.

Was that before you were married?

Yes.

But, money didn't mean anything to Agnes.

She was a wonderful mother.

I stood up to him and she understood why.

Buried myself in my books and got the sort of liberal education he despised.

We were happy, believe it or not.

HE SOBS HE SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY Mr Crackenthorpe?

She's gone.

I'll never see her again.

Jacqueline?

Yes.

May I sit down?

Tell me about her.

She wasn't what you'd call... beautiful.

But her eyes... One look, you know.

Putty in her hands.

Any man who ever met her.

What happened?

She wanted to finish it.

I begged her not to.

But she wouldn't listen.

I know I'm not a very good sort.

I do know that.

Look, it's never too late to face up to something terrible.

I can't.

I think you know what happened to her, don't you?

Tell me.

She's... She's... ..run off with Councillor bloody Marchant!

HE SOBS Wait.

You mean... she's not dead?

Dead?

No.

I just hope none of them press charges.

None of whom?

None of the fat, stupid, married pillars of Brackhampton society, who looked into Jackie's eyes in assorted hotel bedrooms and turned to putty.

Just long enough for me to burst in and play the wronged husband, except she really fell for the last one.

Marchant.

- That's dreadful.

- Heartbreaking.

It was a bloody good little earner.

HE BELCHES Oh, excuse me.

I could do with some coffee.

Black.

Make it yourself, Mr Crackenthorpe.

HE HICCUPS SOFTLY: Dear Elspeth.

SHE SIGHS DOOR CREAKS SHE GAGS SHE GRUNTS SHE GASPS SHE SCREAMS CROWS CAWING LUCY: Oh.

- Miss Eyelesbarrow?

- Yes.

Detective Inspector Campbell, Brackhampton CID.

EMMA: He's taken to his bed again.

It's you I'm worried about.

The police are getting Harold and Alice to come.

And Cedric.

He was supposed to be going back to Spain today, but they've called the airport.

What was Miss Eyelesbarrow doing in the mausoleum anyway?

TOM: You suffer from insomnia, and went for a midnight walk, then you thought you'd look in the mausoleum to see what it was like.

- No.

- No?

That's what I told Miss Crackenthorpe, but...

..I was looking for the body.

A friend of mine told me it was somewhere here.

Why would he or she think there was a body at Rutherford Hall?

She.

A friend of hers saw the woman murdered on a train.

I know it sounds improbable, but my friend is never wrong.

Let me guess your friend's name.

Tom's father was the best village constable St Mary Mead ever had.

Much missed.

I have a confession to make.

I did it.

I scrumped those apples from the Price-Ridley's orchard.

SHE LAUGHS I know.

It was obvious.

But you learnt your lesson, falling into the nettle patch.

SHE CHUCKLES The screams.

I had him down to his birthday suit and smothered every little bit of him in calamine lotion.

Now, we have our victim, but we don't know she is.

I wonder if these will help.

LUCY: They're very commonplace.

If not to say common.

But thanks to Lucy, we know she wasn't Jacqueline Briggs.

The family didn't recognise the photographs of the body or so they say.

We're holding back where she was murdered for the moment.

I'll keep my ears open.

Um... Miss Eyelesbarrow, you found a body and I'm very grateful.

But I can't let you go back.

You could be in danger.

LUCY: A victim without a murderer is like... Well, I don't know what it's like.

I hate to leave a job half done.

And I promised to work at Rutherford Hall, so I can't let them down.

ALICE: Do hurry up, Harold.

And, you, be careful with that.

It's Dior.

It's a year's golf club membership and a dozen good cigars.

EMMA: Lend a hand, will you?

What?

Put my jacket on a puddle for her ladyship to walk over?

I've no wish to soil my shoes on your jacket, Alfred.

How long will we have to stay, Inspector?

We're expected for a Christmas house party in Suffolk.

Well, that would depend on the progress of my investigation.

The sergeant will be showing you some photographs later of the body, see if any of you recognise the woman.

ALICE LISPING: What does it say, Harold?

They think she died Tuesday of last week.

I don't see how they can tell from the look of her.

It doesn't say when she was placed in the mausoleum.

No idea who she is?

They're appealing for information.

ALICE LISPING: Cedric, you've arrived.

You know me.

Can't resist a whodunnit.

Hello.

Haven't seen you before.

- Scrambled eggs?

- Rather.

I was just about to board the plane when I was taken aside.

It's very dramatic.

They showed me those terrible photographs.

Did you recognise her?

Sadly, yes.

She was an ex-lover who never got over me.

Pester, pester, pester.

So I done her in.

HE LAUGHS How very amusing.

Well, I'm glad to see that you haven't lost your sense of humour, Alice, my sweet.

I'd thank you not to adopt that tone with my wife.

Don't be so pompous, Harold.

♪ Here we are again As happy as can be ♪ ♪ All good friends And jolly good company.

♪ - Oh, there you are!

- Dad.

It's all terrible.

There's a flatfoot in the library.

Can you tell me where you were between five and six o'clock on Tuesday, the 4th of December?

I was here.

How did you get here?

I drove.

'Arrived early afternoon.

'But the place seemed deserted.

'Had a drink or three.'

Ah!

'And waited.'

I drove up early to take Emma to Brackhampton Christmas shopping.

She never gets out of the house.

Boys were due on the Friday.

I knew I'd have my hands full then.

I can't remember which shops exactly.

Greenford's, I expect.

And Lyle and Swift.

Bryan was with me the whole time.

We didn't get back till gone 6:00.

'My father was in one of his moods.

'He doesn't much like my going out in the afternoons.

'He shut himself in his room and wouldn't speak to me.'

TOM: 'Was Alfred around when you arrived?'

Yes.

Yes, he was.

I believe he'd been here for some time.

I picked Lady Alice up from old friends of hers and then we came on here.

Alfred was drunk.

ALFRED SLURRING: Ah, you're here at last.

IMITATES LISP: How're the Hendersons?

At the time of the murder...

I was in my studio.

Touching up Two Senoritas And A Donkey.

Which is the title, of course, of a painting that I have to finish for an exhibition in January.

I lost track of the time, I missed the evening flight, and I didn't arrive until the next day.

If it is from her, how do we know?

- She didn't turn up anywhere.

- Quite.

CEDRIC: Is that Martine's letter?

'They were just sitting, chatting, having coffee.'

Rather a pleasant change.

I heard a huge row.

No idea what about.

There never has to be a reason.

Cats in a bag.

Either Cedric or Luther is lying about the argument the family were having.

However, Alfred's the only one without a real alibi.

Do you want me to watch him?

I want you... ..to be careful of him.

You've got some, um... That's better.

You, too.

SHE CHUCKLES There.

Use some gumption!

Ah, Miss Eyelesbarrow.

Your sister's digging out some red ribbon for the festive touch.

I've just been checking your references.

Have you?

Yes, I spoke to Lord Leasely and Miss Van Moyson.

Everything seems to be in order.

SHE CHUCKLES Did you think I'd forged them?

I don't know what I thought, actually.

I know I saw you and the inspector emerging from the coal house earlier.

Oh, yes.

He was asking me some more questions.

HE LAUGHS Oh, no.

You were far too furtive.

I must say, he's a man of taste.

Was he... indulging it?

Ow!

- Lucy?

Everything OK?

HAROLD: Eastley.

Keep away from him.

Please.

I can look after myself, Bryan.

You bring out my protective side, that's all.

Why is that?

Because you're special.

And beautiful.

Oh.

Well, that's something to think about, isn't it?

SHE GASPS Put it back.

David says we should tell the police.

HE YELLS You and your bloody doctor, no!

HE SHUDDERS It would upset father too much.

Have the fox fur and the compact yielded anything?

What about the clothes?

Mm.

It's on the cheap side.

Nothing special.

There were a few items with Spanish labels.

- Spanish?

- And the compact is French.

I spoke to the manufacturer in Paris.

They don't export.

So she must have bought it in France.

- Perhaps she was French.

- Mm.

Or Spanish.

Or travelled widely.

- Mm.

- Mm.

ALEXANDER: Come on, Stoddard-West.

Will there be another murder?

JAMES: We'll listen for clues down by the lake.

Can't Bryan control those children?

They're giving me a headache.

It's bad enough being cooped up without... EMMA: Leave them alone.

They're looking for clues.

LUCY: That inspector interviewed me.

He said the dead woman might not be British.

Did he tell you that?

- No.

What, French?

He didn't say.

All I said was not British, but Emma immediately assumed French.

She looked scared.

SHE LAUGHS Yes, Aunt.

Of course.

But, I am really rather busy.

Good bye.

Good bye.

TELEPHONE DINGS What were the victim's feet like?

Her feet?

Why?

May be nothing.

But it could be something.

I'll let you see the postmortem report.

There's Quimper now.

Told you, he always pops in for a cup of tea after surgery.

David!

Join us.

Hello, Tom.

This is Miss Marple.

Jane Marple, Dr David Quimper.

- Nice to meet you, Miss Marple.

- Dr Quimper.

I'm an old friend from childhood days.

His, not mine, of course.

HE LAUGHS Are you visiting Brackhampton?

Mm.

I'm staying at the most charming guest house.

Seeing something of the town.

Catching up with Tom and all his doings.

And with my niece at Rutherford Hall.

I can see her, too.

- Your niece?

- Lucy Eyelesbarrow.

She found a body, you know.

I do.

Yes.

How's the investigation?

Mm.

It's nowhere until we've made an identification.

How's Emma?

Taking it in her stride, as usual.

And?

You and her?

Pretend I'm not here.

But, I do love the scent of romance in the air.

You're in luck, then, Miss Marple.

Emma and I are engaged.

I asked her the other day.

- Well done.

It's not official.

We're not telling the family yet.

Mum's the word.

Have you known the Crackenthorpes long?

I just started my practice down here.

I saw Emma's mother out of the world.

It's only love that matters.

Love, not money.

Agnes never lived to see Edmund's wife.

Oh.

How tragic.

He brought her home just after she died.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION She was so very beautiful, Martine.

And shortly afterward, Edmund himself was killed in action.

- Martine?

- She was French.

- What happened to her?

WOMAN: Doctor?

The family don't know.

Excuse me.

WHISPERS: A rather demanding patient, I'm afraid.

Nice to meet you.

- Oh.

The family does know.

Or at least one of them does.

Well, why would he lie?

I think you should ask Emma Crackenthorpe that.

If our body is Edmund's widow Martine, why would anyone want to kill her?

MISS MARPLE: Mm.

Shall we fight over the last cream horn?

EMMA: Was it David who told you I'd heard from Martine?

No.

In fact, he lied for you.

He said I should have shown it to you all along.

How did you find out?

It was... my intuition.

It arrived out of the blue a fortnight ago.

After Edmund was killed, Martine cut herself off from us... until this.

She'd built a new life, she says.

But, now she wants money to give her son... ..their son... some of life's advantages.

We had no idea there was a child.

No address.

She just announced she was coming down here to meet everyone.

I telephoned the others as soon as it came.

She says she'll come down on Tuesday.

December the 4th, yes.

The day you think this woman was murdered.

She has a son.

The child is family.

If it IS from her.

How do we know?

She didn't turn up anyway, did she?

Of course not.

It's a put-up job.

We only met Martine once, ten years ago.

Those awful photos.

If by any chance it was her, how could any of us tell?

Why didn't you mention this?

My brothers didn't want a fuss.

TOM: They knew Martine was coming, but she never arrived.

Not alive, at least, if it was her.

She wanted money.

The trust fund income would be more miserable if another share had to come out of it.

Mm.

I'll clean the stove tomorrow.

No, honestly... A bachelor kitchen can only go so far, before it becomes quite unpleasant.

I remember the Brownlows' eldest boy, Cecil.

Of course, he never married.

That's another matter.

SHE CHUCKLES You will one day, and I pity your wife, Tom Campbell.

One day, perhaps.

- Ha!

- What?

The eldest son.

The real prize is Rutherford Hall.

That would be worth killing for.

If it was discovered that Edmund had a son, it would go to him.

The eldest son of the eldest son.

He's an unpleasant specimen, Alfred.

It would certainly give him a strong motive, if the body is Martine.

Mm, I suppose it would.

Such a pity I can't meet the family.

I've got the er... the pathologist's report for you.

Lovely.

Oh, do you know...

I'll take it to bed with my cocoa.

Night-night.

Night-night.

WHISPERS: Thank you.

SHE GASPS Halfway through chapter one and they were off.

- You, too.

- Yes.

Good night.

- Good night, Lucy.

LISPING: Harry, my sweet!

HE SIGHS ALEXANDER: Dad, Dad!

We've found a clue!

JAMES: We have, Mr Eastley.

- What's this?

ALEXANDER: Look, Dad.

BRYAN: It's a receipt for a dress or something for a Mrs M Crackenthorpe.

Impossible.

Who's Mrs M Crackenthorpe?

Where did you find this?

Stuck in the holly bush.

Can I have a look, old boy?

The police should see this.

All right, skedaddle, boys.

Find me some more clues.

- You'll have to tell Dad now.

- I can't!

Let's get it out of the way before Christmas.

YELLS: The way things are going, we're all still going to be here.

Em, if it was Martine, then we're all under suspicion.

Alfred has no alibi at all.

Harold has Alice, but she'd swear black was white for him, and I am lying through my teeth, as you well know.

And you're lying too, Em.

Bryan didn't take you shopping on the day of the murder.

Bryan arrived by train.

I picked him up from Brackhampton Station just before six o'clock.

He asked me to.

And asked you to lie about it?

Oh, I should have telephoned first, I know.

SHE LAUGHS Lucy says you're all so kind.

I did...

I did promise her mother...

I'd keep an eye on her.

Oh!

Is that a Gainsborough?

School of.

Ghastly.

Biscuit-tin stuff.

- Oh!

Who's that other G?

Mm.

Gauguin.

Ah, now you're talking!

I'm afraid all his yellow makes me rather bilious.

- This is my brother Cedric.

- Oh.

How do you do?

- How do YOU do?

SHE CHUCKLES Oh course, you and Gauguin have something in common, don't you?

His talent flourished on an island.

Aunt Jane?

What do you do, Mr Crackenthorpe?

A bit of this, a bit of that.

Precious little of either, most of the time.

My family had a Marple once.

Scullery maid.

Interestingly enough, Lady Alice is from a very old family.

She's... ALFRED: What does that mean?

We all come from old families.

LISPING: And I know an Angus Marple.

Owns horses and a castle.

LISPING: If you know someone who knows someone who owns horses and a castle, you're laughing.

My brother is.

Job for life with his father-in-law's company.

Whatever it is you do there.

Harold has a responsible position.

Doesn't pay just quite enough, though, does it, Harry?

You get your bread buttered... but it's spread damn thin.

Alfred!

Money can be such a thing, can't it?

HORN HONKING Hello, Tom.

Are you on duty?

HE CLEARS THROAT Yes.

Meeting someone.

You?

Just delivered twins.

I've a very lovely job, sometimes.

David...

HE SIGHS what do you make of Alfred Crackenthorpe?

HE SIGHS He's a wreck.

Why?

Is he your suspect?

You know I can't answer that.

Emma says... you asked them all their whereabouts between five and six.

TOM: Mm-hm.

Well...

I know where Alfred was.

I saw him in the King's Head.

He didn't tell me that.

He was with old Terry, the bookie's runner.

He'd hardly tell a policeman he was doing a spot of illegal betting, now, would he?

- Hm.

Thank you, David.

So nice to meet you.

I'm sorry my father wasn't up to seeing you.

I quite understand.

Ooh, I met your Dr Quimper yesterday.

What a charming man.

- MY Dr Quimper?

- Your family's.

- Oh, yes.

Lucy, aren't you gonna introduce me to your aunt?

We haven't time, Mr Eastley.

- Good bye.

- Good bye.

MISS MARPLE: Has he upset you?

- No.

MISS MARPLE: He's very handsome, isn't he?

LUCY: In an American sort of way, I suppose.

He's certainly very forward.

ENGINE STARTS MISS MARPLE: Thank you, Lucy.

TOM: What did you find out?

MISS MARPLE: Enough for now.

- What next?

Elspeth described the woman she saw strangled with her hair scraped back under a band.

Bunions, according to the pathologist.

And soles like leather.

And her toenails were clipped short.

So where exactly are we off to?

Remember little Elsie Elliot from Church Lane who won a scholarship to ballet school?

She showed me her feet once.

Our victim had dancer's feet, and she travelled abroad.

And it's Christmas, Tom.

You could stay for dinner.

I've got a patient to visit.

- Are you still here?

DAVID: I was just going.

- Not changing, Cedric?

- No.

Wish you could change, though.

Bet Harold does, too.

ALFRED CHUCKLES I've told Dad about Martine.

I don't think he'll be down.

I'm sorry.

I thought it was best, now that the police know.

Well... good night, everyone.

Here, Doc.

What do you charge for a consultation?

Whatever it is... it's not enough.

Good evening, brood.

ALEXANDER: I wonder if another body will turn up.

I hope not.

I hope it won't be you.

I like you.

Thank you.

Dad likes you, too.

I think what he needs is a... a proper home life.

He needs looking after.

Smells good.

Sorry we won't be able to eat it.

We have to return James to his mother.

She's just got back from abroad and seen the papers.

Understandably, she wants him home.

- Can't I stay?

It's curry.

- No, you can't.

Keep James company.

Get your coat.

Mmm!

Looks good, too.

Lucy.

- It's the onions.

Just go.

MUSIC: 'The Nutcracker Suite' Tres jolie.

Superbe.

And... Oh, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

This is The Nutcracker, not The Carnival Of The Animals.

You look like an elephant!

Alors.

Regardez.

This... parfait.

♪ La-la, la-da-da-da-la.

♪ And then... SHE BLOWS RASPBERRIES The arms like this.

Lightness... With lightness.

And leger.

You're a fairy made of sugar, cherie, not a dumpling.

HE SNORTS Be quiet, or I'll crack your nuts.

Encore.

- Madame.

Arrete.

PIANO STOPS Ah.

Dix minutes.

MISS MARPLE: When I, um...

When I telephoned you, Madame Joilet, you said this dancer, Anna Stravinska, left after the performance on December the 3rd, and you've never seen her since.

Correct.

Our last night at Littlehampton.

A modest venue, but a standing ovation.

The next night, we opened in Southsea, but Anna never arrived.

To be frank, she was... getting on.

It's a short life as a dancer.

If she was a horse... She would be... put out to grass?

No, no, Inspector.

I think you say the knacker's yard.

Do you have any idea where Miss Stravinska might be now?

Girls disappear, especially on tour.

It's not uncommon.

Perhaps she got herself into trouble, if you understand.

A doctor in the back street.

But no.

No, not with Anna.

That's not likely.

She's a very good Catholic.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Catholic?

From Russia?

Russia?

Oh, her name.

No, no, no, no.

That's a fashion with ballet dancers.

Anna is French.

- Do you know her real name?

- No.

She had an English husband, she told me.

Had.

Is he still alive?

All I know is she is no longer with him.

Where did they marry?

London, I believe.

And, er... did they have a son, madame?

Impossible!

One cannot have a child AND dance.

LUCY: How was the curry?

- Excellent.

LUCY: Thank you.

There's nothing like plain, simple cooking, is there?

- I'll cancel the Savoy, then.

EMMA: Harold!

Stop bickering.

EMMA: I thought the curry was delicious.

It was certainly hot, Miss Eyelesbarrow.

EMMA: After you with the water.

EMMA: May I have some, too?

LUCY: I'll fetch some more.

- Dad, please don't be upset.

- Why not?

I just found out that I got a grandson I've never seen and his poor mother's body ends up on my grounds.

YELLS: Shouldn't I be upset?

I'm seriously thinking of joining her.

Perhaps grief would unite you.

Or joy!

For God's sake, shut up!

You're so bloody boring, Father.

- Siddown!

- Dad!

LUTHER: You're just as bad.

I thought I could trust you.

- Of course you can.

LUTHER: Can I?

ALFRED GROANING Who hid the letter from me, then?

Dad!

SHE GROANS ALL GROANING ALL COUGHING, GASPING EMMA: Miss Eyelesbarrow, the curry!

Phone... Dr... Quimper!

SHE GASPS Dr Quimper.

I've left the light on.

You will close the door behind you?

Yes, of course.

How are they?

Well, they're all sound asleep, probably best for them.

I'll be in... first thing, just to make sure.

Good night.

Yes.

Good night, Miss Eyelesbarrow.

MAN GROANS Help!

Help me!

Dr Quimper!

Help!

Help!

That was Alfred.

He's dead.

I think it was arsenic.

It's unpredictable, even in small doses.

His system was weak.

Alfred did drink more in a month than most of us manage in six.

TOM: How sure are you?

DAVID: I kept some of the sample for your lab boys.

They're the experts.

I dropped it off at the police station.

DAVID: Thank you, David.

You're next in line now... till Harold gets it.

And then it'll be all mine.

HE CHUCKLES CAR APPROACHING BRYAN: Stay here.

CAR DOOR CLOSES What happened?

Alfred's dead.

ALEXANDER: Lucy, what's the matter?

You're not serious?

You were there when I was cooking.

You made sure Alexander went with you when you took James back to his mother.

Why would I wanna kill Alfred, or anyone, for that matter?

Why would you lie about where you were the day Martine was murdered?

You didn't drive here and take Emma shopping.

You came by train and met her after the shops were shut.

- How do you know that?

- I keep my ears open, Bryan.

Did you include spying on your resume when you applied for this post?

In any case, I couldn't have killed Martine.

- Why not?

- I can't say.

It would mean breaking a confidence.

How convenient.

You know what?

Have it your own way, then.

MISS MARPLE: 'What about the others?'

Is any of them seriously ill?

They didn't need hospital.

Unpleasant, though.

Quimper thinks it was probably arsenic.

He took some of the curry to test.

Miss Marple, I have to get...

HE SIGHS Why would the whole family be poisoned?

To kill off the weakest member, Alfred.

Quimper said he was a physical wreck.

One of the family was ready to poison himself in order to get his hands on his inheritance.

Or the murderer meant to poison Luther, but killed Alfred instead.

Possibly.

Lucy's sure she never left the kitchen.

Only four people, apart from Alexander, came in.

'Mr Eastley was first.'

BRYAN: Mm!

Looks good, too.

Then Cedric appeared.

Shall I put some of this in?

Food colouring.

A blue curry.

So avant-garde!

- No!

She's not sure how long Harold was there, but... 'But it was long enough.'

Anyone of them could've poisoned the food.

'Even Alfred himself came in and propositioned her.'

Do you fancy a smart weekend away sometime?

I'm getting my hands on a nice little bit of cash soon.

HE CLICKS TONGUE No, thank you.

If you change your mind... Watch your head, Mr Crackenthorpe.

Low-flying pigs.

MISS MARPLE: 'Interesting.'

ALFRED: Mm.

MISS MARPLE: 'Perhaps Alfred was the poisoner, 'but his plan backfired.'

Mr Eastley left before dinner and wouldn't let Alexander stay behind.

Yes, but he wouldn't benefit.

Alexander's inheritance would be tied up until he came of age.

Harold's got most to gain.

There's the house, as well as his share of the Crackenthorpe trust fund.

Harold must be our main suspect now, Miss Marple.

- Tom.

- What?

Calamine lotion was a long time ago.

My name is Jane.

I'll try.

Sorry.

Are we sure Anna Stravinska and Martine were... one and the same person?

Anna was French.

She had an English husband.

She disappeared at the right time.

Then there's that receipt the boys found.

I think it quite possible it was Anna Stravinska in the mausoleum.

SHE SIGHS But it's not the same as being certain, is it?

I can't stand it here any longer.

Don't leave me here, please.

Well, come, then.

I'm still not feeling well enough.

Don't make a drama out of it, Alice!

Dr Quimper says you're fine now.

That's what he said about Alfred, wasn't it?

Please, Harry.

HE GROANS SHE HUFFS - Yes, Mr Crackenthorpe?

- Oh, call me Harry.

Are you a good comforter, Lucy?

My poor brother.

I have to get on.

Yes, we all have to get on, don't we?

That's why I married Alice, but there are some things you just can't... With one's wife, I mean.

Do you see?

You are... so unspoiled, my dear.

So lovely.

SHE GRUNTS, GASPS Come on!

- Stop it!

BRYAN: Leave her alone!

Get out!

There's something you need to know about Harold.

When Edmund brought his new bride back... MARTINE: Bonjour.

Thank you very much.

..Harold just couldn't help himself.

'He was so jealous of his brother's happiness.'

Non.

I know what you French girls are like.

No!

SHE GASPS, GRUNTS I wasn't sure at the time.

She told me when we met again after Edmund's death.

I'm the only one who knows.

You still haven't told me why you lied.

Which train were you on?

Which train?

I don't know.

Why can't you trust me?

- I want to.

Just try harder, then, can't you?

He didn't say how long he kept in touch with Martine, just that he met her again after Edmund's death?

Thank you, Lucy.

TELEPHONE DINGS Alexander's chum James, what's his surname?

TOM: It's a cheat, really.

Size of the glove.

Easier than cricket by a long chalk.

You might tell me what we're waiting for.

What have you found out?

Information which Mr Eastley should've volunteered, but didn't, for some reason.

Perhaps he lacks confidence in Brackhampton CID.

Oh?

Your chief suspect for murder gets murdered himself under your nose, for a start.

Under YOUR nose, to be strictly accurate.

Don't start blaming me.

Have you questioned Harold again?

Why?

I'd have thought it was obvious.

He killed Martine to stop her telling the rest of the family what he tried to do to her years ago.

Without Alfred out of the way, he stands to inherit Rutherford Hall.

I'd keep a round-the-clock guard on Luther.

We don't quite stretch to round-the-clock guards.

I'd feel safer.

Had that occurred to you?

You don't have to stay.

I'd have thought you needed all the help you can get.

We may not be the FBI, but we always get our man.

- That's the Mounties.

- Or our woman.

Not this one.

- I didn't mean that.

- I hope not.

Here they are.

This should make things a little clearer.

ALEXANDER: James!

- Maman est arrivee!

BRYAN: Martine!

What are you doing here?

Bryan.

Good afternoon, Mr Eastley.

We weren't properly introduced, were we?

Lady Stoddard-West has kindly agreed to clarify a few matters.

I never ever thought I would set foot here again.

BRYAN: Let's go in, Martine.

MARTINE: 'Bryan and Edith were so kind to me 'after I lost Edmund.'

I kept no contact with the rest of the family.

The memories were painful.

But, they stayed in touch, and when Edith died, we became even closer.

I moved far away when I married my present husband, Lord Stoddard-West.

But, my son James stays often with Alexander for the holidays.

Why didn't you tell me this, Bryan?

I made him promise not to tell anyone about me.

I swore I would never come here again, but when James told me... - I was going to call you, but then with the second murder... Just as well, Miss Marple telephoned me.

MISS MARPLE: I was... not sure, but, um... when I heard James spoke impeccable French, and that you'd met Edmund's widow after his death, well...

I was right.

Lady Stoddard-West is alive and well.

Luckily.

BIRDS SQUAWKING HAROLD: Alfred shut me in there once, when I was six.

I still dream about it, actually.

A psychiatrist might say that made you an unpleasant man...

I beg your pardon?

..but I'm a policeman.

Martine was here.

- Martine?

Then, the body wasn't her.

I know what you did to her.

It's pretty disgusting!

Your brother's wife, and him about to go off and die for his country.

Yes.

They were so happy, so simply happy, like Mum and Dad.

I've... never been able to like women.

I may be disgusting, but I'm not a murderer.

No.

Harold!

I want you!

We're leaving.

- Does she know?

No.

Take this man home.

HAROLD BREATHING HEAVILY HAROLD: Inspector.

Well, the victim wasn't Martine, so Harold's in the clear.

She must be Anna Stravinska.

But, even if we know who she was, we don't know WHO she was, do we?

Sorry, do go on.

Has Mr Eastley explained to you where he was on the 4th?

Or why he got Emma to cover up for him?

Was he on the same train as the victim?

- Bryan couldn't kill.

TOM: Even war heroes have been known to go off the rails.

What about Cedric, Inspector?

Have you checked on his alibi?

Did he arrive back from Ibiza the day after the murder?

I was intending to check the stamps on his passport.

That's a very sound idea.

Thank you, Jane.

Though, I always think it best not to alert a suspect until one has the strongest possible basis for one's questions.

Hm.

Me, too.

You could have come to me.

That's what Emma said.

I'd have understood.

Would you?

No...

But, I'd try.

I have to now.

Is that the overseas operator?

Ooh!

How exciting!

Yes, it's a number in Ceylon.

You don't think Uncle Alfred died, because I said there's always another murder in books?

No, Alexander, I don't.

Well, I expect you two have got heaps to discuss.

Good bye.

My subtle son.

He thinks you need a proper home life.

Look, um...

The day of the murder.

Yes?

I was in London with the bank manager.

One hell of a mess with school fees and pretty much everything as regards money.

I was going crazy about it all, took my eye off the road, shot a red light and crunched the car.

Not serious, but I had to get the train here.

Emma picked me up.

I didn't want Alexander getting wind of it.

Oh.

So... which train were you on?

What does your shrink say about your train complex?

I don't recall.

I got into Brackhampton just before 6:00.

I'll get you a train timetable for Christmas.

Gift-wrapped.

- Bryan, I'm sorry... - It's OK. You're still special and beautiful.

Oh, and, uh...

I'm falling in love with you.

But, that'll keep.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS AWDREY: Yes, Miss Marple?

Some more information?

Yes, l-let me guess.

Timetables.

Maps.

Parallel railway tracks.

Am I... No.

You... Don't come in.

You don't have to come in.

No.

I hope you won't think this insensitive, but I've tickets for Noel Coward's cabaret opening tonight.

There'll be a party, and, well, it might take all our minds off things.

- How did you get them?

- I worked for Mr Coward.

- I'm not sure.

- How many did you get?

Six.

My aunt, of course, and I asked your father.

But, he suggested you invite Dr Quimper instead.

Did he?

Well, I could see, I suppose.

I suppose I might as well confess.

Confess?

I didn't fly in the day after the murder.

It was the day before.

So you don't have an alibi?

Oh, I do.

I rather over-egged my success as an artist.

I haven't sold anything for over two years.

And I'm not very good in the sun.

One can't be pale and interesting in Ibiza.

Especially if one's not interesting.

Oh, Cedric, dear!

At the same time that woman was meeting her grizzly end, I was in London, sitting the Civil Service entrance exam.

Sadly, though... BRYAN: Don't say it.

You flunked that, too.

Oh, no.

Much worse.

I passed top.

I'll be pushing a pen in Whitehall now, instead of... ..flourishing a brush in the Balearics.

Poor Dad's heartbroken.

SHE GASPS Oh... Congratulations, Miss Crackenthorpe.

"Mum" was supposed to be the word, Miss Marple.

Oh, yes.

David and I are engaged.

Good for you.

Finally.

How refreshingly patient of you, Doctor.

People do rush into things so, don't they?

Did you make those sandwiches, Lucy?

- Yes, fish paste.

- Ah.

Thank you.

I hope you went easy on the arsenic.

EMMA: Oh, David.

HE LAUGHS Don't be so silly, everyone.

HE CHOKES Scrumptious.

- Oh!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS SHE GROANS Miss Marple?

SHE GROANS A fish bone.

DAVID: Let me see.

Excuse me.

Whoops.

Don't panic.

SHE CONTINUES GROANING It's all right.

Breathe normally.

Breathe normally.

SHE SCREAMS Yes!

Yes!

That's him.

Yes!

That's the killer!

TRAIN BRAKES SCREECH INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS TOM: Come on, Doctor.

David Quimper...

I'm arresting you for the murder of Alfred Crackenthorpe and of Suzanne Belene, also known as Anna Stravinska... ..your wife.

David?

It's not true.

TOM: You were married in London on April the 10th, 1939, at St Luke's Church, Marylebone.

She was trained to be a dancer.

You had your practise in Camden town.

You separated before you moved to Brackhampton, but she was a good Catholic, and wouldn't agree to a divorce.

It wasn't patience that kept you from asking Miss Crackenthorpe to marry you.

You had to choose between bigamy and murder.

You silly old woman!

I'd like to seek a second opinion on that, Doctor.

Oh, you brute!

Oh, yes.

That is the man I saw from the 4:50 from Paddington on December the 4th, strangling a poor, terrified woman to death!

EMMA: No!

Come on, David.

I did it for us.

ELSPETH: Budge up.

SHE SIGHS Elspeth McGillicuddy.

How was your flight?

Only for you, Jane.

Well, then?

I am so very sorry.

I have to know.

I imagine it was money she wanted when she contacted him.

Her career was coming to an end, after all.

'Perhaps she hoped for a reconciliation.'

Whatever the reason, he made his plans and invited her down to talk things over.

SHE GROANS Then he pushed her out.

Later, knowing the family were inside, remembering Agnes, he took the body to the mausoleum.

He knew it would be discovered eventually, which is why he sent that letter, supposedly from Martine.

Suspicion would fall on the family, not him.

LUCY: Then why try to give Alfred an alibi, telling he saw him at the King's Head at the time of the murder?

He was really giving himself an alibi.

He knew Alfred would be dead by the time Tom checked up.

It was Alfred he meant to kill when he poisoned us, not Dad?

Oh, yes.

He had the greatest respect for both your parents.

He would have waited for you however long your father lived.

Why kill Alfred?

I believe Alfred was blackmailing him.

He'd seen something which only made sense later.

'He'd seen him plant the receipt he'd written 'with Martine's name on it.'

A clue for the boys to find, now that the body had been discovered earlier than he had anticipated.

Where did you find this?

ALEXANDER: Stuck in the holly bush.

He said he was expecting money when he came into the...

I'm getting my hands on a nice little bit of cash soon.

But Quimper was never in the kitchen.

How did he get the arsenic into the curry?

He didn't.

LUCY: The police laboratory tested it.

He added the arsenic to the sample he took before he gave it to the police.

I'm just going.

MISS MARPLE: 'It was the cocktail he poisoned.'

With just enough to make everyone unpleasantly ill, so that he could administer the lethal dose to Alfred.

LUCY: He couldn't have.

I was there.

I heard Alfred shouting for him.

You heard Alfred shouting AT him.

HE SCREAMS Help me!

Doctor Quim... per!

Help me!

Doctor Quimper!

Help!

DAVID: That's Alfred.

It's of no comfort.

But it was a crime... born of love.

It's only love that matters.

ANIMAL SQUEAKING Have you booked your flight back?

I'll not bother.

It's all a bit sticky.

- Oh.

How was Roddy?

- Thriving.

I met his new lady friend.

She was a decent sort.

There's a girl who's spoilt for choice.

There's a girl who travels alone.

I'll take your bags.

No need.

I can manage that, Mr Eastley.

Alexander said you needed looking after.

I guess I do.

Then I...

I hope you find someone, Bryan.

Truly.

But I'm not always right.

LUCY: Happy Christmas.

- Happy Christmas.

TOM: Jane.

- Tom.

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