DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING PEOPLE SCREAMING, THUNDER RUMBLES GUNSHOTS, MEN YELLING MAN 1: Where are they?

Open this door!

In the name of the people!

MAN 2: Yes, sir.

What do you want at this late hour?

- Your son.

- No.

Mama.

- "By order of the Commune..." - I take orders from no-one.

Mama!

I am your queen.

Marie Antoinette.

We are to take Louis Charles... Mama!

You will not lay one finger on him.

For his own safety.

Mama, don't let them take me!

MARIE ANTOINETTE: You can't take him.

You can't take him!

Not my boy!

'No!'

BOY: 'Leave me alone!'

'Please!'

BOY SCREAMING MARIE ANTOINETTE: 'Have mercy!'

- Mama!

Let me go!

- Please.

Let go of him or we'll kill the lot of you!

- Mama!

- You can't do this, please!

SOLDIER: 'Stop it, boy!'

MARIE: 'No!

No!'

- 'Take him away!'

- 'Mama!'

'Not my baby.'

MARIE ANTOINETTE SOBBING God himself has forsaken me.

THUNDER RUMBLING DOLLY: Didn't she look lovely on the way to the guillotine?

MISS MARPLE: Oh, yes.

Lovely.

DOLLY SIGHS Imagine going to all that trouble just to have your head cut off.

Oh, isn't she gorgeous?

It's like a dream, Jane.

My new neighbour on the silver screen.

It's too thrilling.

It is exciting, isn't it?

Poor Arthur must be spinning in his grave.

SHE SIGHS I couldn't be happier really, I couldn't.

Oh, Dolly.

Do you think she'll pop round for cups of sugar?

DOLLY LAUGHS REPORTER: 'Hollywood has come to the Home Counties.

'Movie star Marina Gregg 'has left the palm trees and glitter of Los Angeles 'for the leafy lanes and picturesque villages 'of rural England.

'Miss Gregg has taken up residence 'with her dashing, young English husband, 'film director Jason Rudd 'at Gossington Hall, St Mary Mead.

'And seems to be loving her new role 'as lady of the manor.

'But it's not all huntin', fishin' and shootin' 'for Miss Gregg.

'She's hard at work on a new film 'after her successful comeback as Marie Antoinette.

'This time, she's taking on another queen.

'The Egyptian beauty Nefertiti.

'Yes, Marina Gregg 'is truly queen of all she surveys.'

MAN: She's in a very good mood today.

She's been out riding with her husband.

- How lovely.

- Yes.

She's quite taken to country pursuits.

And, what position do you hold, Mr Preston?

I'm Ms Gregg's exclusive personal assistant.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT Your guests, Marina.

Riding makes me feel so alive.

DOLLY: I know exactly what you mean.

Arthur, my late husband, always got a little frisky after a canter.

- Do help yourselves.

- Thank you, Ms Gregg.

I love your English tea.

Are you all right, Mrs Bantry?

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

Only you're looking at me rather strangely.

Am I?

I'm so frightfully sorry.

It must be the shock of seeing you with your head back on.

We had the very great pleasure of seeing you in Marie Antoinette the other afternoon.

We were in shreds, weren't we, Jane?

- Yes.

That's a very special movie for us.

It's when we first met.

I hadn't acted for a while... And I had the privilege of directing her.

I tell you, ladies, I was in awe.

My darling.

Such a gent.

MISS MARPLE CHUCKLES And so young.

Gosh.

Have a scone, Mrs Bantry.

Yes, please, help yourself.

Let them eat cake.

It must feel quite odd being back in your old home, Mrs Bantry?

But it's all so different.

I do hope, I really do, that you don't mind the way we've pulled the house around and changed things.

You must think we're the most terrible intruders.

DOLLY: No, not at all.

I'm thrilled you bought it and I adore living in the lodge.

Your coming here is one of the most exciting things that's ever happened, isn't it, Jane?

- Oh, yes.

And we're all so looking forward to the garden party.

So, you have no regrets?

It's a new lease of life, Mr Rudd.

Since the sale went through, I've been travelling all over the place seeing my children and grand-children.

- You have children?

DOLLY: Yes.

I have two sons, two daughters and nine grand-children.

So far.

It's great fun being a grand-mother.

I wouldn't know.

All the fun and none of the worry.

It's not too chilly for you, is it, Miss Marple?

No, Mr Rudd.

Thank you, but it's very... very pleasant.

I'm sure you'll be very happy here, Ms Gregg.

Arthur and I had such good times.

And we will, too, won't we, Jason?

Home at last.

What a wonderful feeling.

DOLLY: 'How do you think she keeps herself 'looking so young?'

Maybe she eats monkey glands.

MISS MARPLE CHUCKLES Maybe it's that cute, young husband.

How many has she had now?

- This is number five.

- It must be very tiring.

DOLLY CHUCKLES Exhausting.

One was enough for me.

Dear old Gossington.

I shan't miss it, you know.

MISS MARPLE: You've made the right decision, Dolly.

This is a lovely little house.

Perfectly placed to keep an eye on things.

MISS MARPLE CHUCKLES CAR HORN BLARING Yoo-hoo!

SHE SCREAMS MAN: Hi!

CAR HORN BLARES MISS MARPLE: Oh!

Stupid.

That was a nasty spill.

He was driving like a mad thing.

I hope you haven't hurt yourself.

MISS MARPLE MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY Wretched pothole.

I shall have a word with Councillor Hubbard.

Oh, dear.

Let me help you.

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

- No, no.

It's nothing.

- This is you, isn't it?

Well, yes, but I'm perfectly all right.

No, no.

Not since you've been quite shaken.

I-I don't take sugar, Miss Badcock.

You must have sugar.

It's good for shock.

I was abroad with the ambulances during the war and sugar always did the trick.

There now.

You get that down you, you'll be right as rain.

I'm afraid I've put you to a lot of trouble.

Oh, no.

It's no trouble, I can assure you.

What is the use if you can't help each other?

That's what I say.

- Thank you.

There.

Were you, erm...

Were you on your way anywhere in particular, Miss Marple?

I was on my way home, actually, from, erm, Gossington Hall.

- Gossington Hall?

- Yes.

You know Marina Gregg?

I just met her, as a matter of fact.

Well, I never!

It's so exciting that she's chosen to come and live here, isn't it?

I've always been the most huge fan.

Look what I just bought.

I've been collecting photographs, magazine articles, all sorts about her for years.

When I was a teenager, I used to dream about her.

I'm so excited about the garden party.

MAN CHUCKLING MAID: Excuse me, sir.

HE CHUCKLES Oh!

Vinny, honey.

You're reading your article again.

I just can't help myself, pumpkin.

Oh, you're such a clever boy.

Mm-mm.

Not the hair.

SHE CHUCKLES HE SIGHS What say we take a spin in the country this weekend?

Oh, Vinny, I'd adore it.

Isn't England fun?

It's just like being in one of those old-fashioned comedies.

Let's hope Marina gets the joke.

BOTH LAUGH How frightfully galling.

Dr Haydock has insisted, quite unnecessarily in my opinion, that I rest it for a day or two.

Oh, thank you, Cherry.

SHE SIGHS I was so looking forward to it.

To be honest, I rather envy you.

I can't stand village do's.

Stale buns and warm lemonade.

And tea.

No, I intend making a bee-line for the house and having a jolly good snoop.

SHE CHUCKLES ALL CHATTING EXCITEDLY CHILDREN LAUGHING MAN: Hang on, who's this?

SERVER: Tea, madam?

CAMERAMEN SPEAKING EXCITEDLY CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING SHE GASPS - Councillor.

- Yes.

- And Mrs Hubbard?

- That's right.

I'm Ella Blunt.

Jason Rudd's assistant.

Would you care to follow me?

- Oh, yes.

We'd love to.

- Miss Bantry.

- Oh!

Mr Preston.

Miss Gregg is greeting a few special guests upstairs.

- Yes, yes.

- If you'd like to follow me.

SHE GASPS Oh, how exciting!

Do take that.

Thank you.

Hold your stomach in.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT Oh, roped off.

That's sensible, isn't it?

Yes, stop people crashing in.

Ha!

Excuse me!

Would you look this way?

Lovely.

- Oh!

Thank you.

Light flashed into my eyes.

HE CHUCKLES MRS HUBBARD: Councillor and Mrs Hubbard.

Councillor and Mrs Hubbard.

How very nice of you to come.

I do hope you enjoy your afternoon.

Jason.

- Let me get you a drink.

ANNOUNCER: Mrs Dolly Bantry.

Oh, Mrs Bantry, it is nice of you to come.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I'm so sorry to hear about Miss Marple.

She'll be on her feet in no time.

MARINA: Jason.

Look who's here.

- Ah, lovely to see you.

- Oh, Mr Rudd.

- Can I get you a drink?

MUSICIANS PLAYING SMOOTH JAZZ Primrose, why aren't you in the studio?

Miss Blunt asked if I could help out here?

Did she now?

Dr Gerrard Haydock.

Just what the doctor ordered.

SHE CHUCKLES So thoughtful of you to invite me.

My pleasure, Doctor.

Tell me, what might I have seen you in?

Doctor, may I interest you in a drink?

I thought you'd never ask.

A scotch would go down a treat.

INDISTINCT CHATTER, MUSICIANS PLAYING SMOOTH JAZZ Primrose, those drinks won't serve themselves.

Sorry, miss.

I've got the most frightful thirst.

Aren't you absolutely panting?

SHE CHUCKLES Miss Heather Badcock.

Oh, my God.

Very buzzy, eh, Mrs B?

It's quite thrilling, Mrs Hubbard.

Even my Leonard is in quite a tizzy.

Takes a lot to get him excited.

DOLLY LAUGHS Believe me.

Miss Badcock is the indefatigable secretary of the association.

Oh, Doctor.

I don't know what St John would do without her.

How wonderful.

HAYDOCK: She's always ready with a smile and a helping hand.

MARINA: Jason, I'm sure Mrs Badcock would like a drink.

You don't remember me, then?

Well, why should you?

It was years ago.

In Bermuda, of all places.

I was there with one of our units and you came to open a show in aid of St John's Ambulance.

Yes, of course.

I was just a girl.

Absolutely thrilled.

Who'd be a film star, eh, Mrs B?

All that rubbish you have to listen to.

..and the doctor said I couldn't go.

What a pity.

It's wonderful what they've done to the old place.

Don't you think?

- You know, it's charming.

Gorgeous.

I'm not sure I like it.

So I said to myself, "I won't be beaten".

I got up, slapped some...

Knock it back, Mrs Hubbard.

You should do with vodka.

- Oh!

BOTH CHUCKLE CAMERAMAN: Mr Hogg!

Have you got pictures of Lola?

CAMERAMAN SHOUTING EXCITEDLY CAMERAMAN: Lola!

Mr Hogg!

WOMAN: Miss Brewster, Mr Hogg.

I've never forgotten how wonderful you were that day.

It was 100 times worth it.

Darling.

Darling... Now what will you have to drink?

Jason, cocktails.

MISS BADCOCK: I don't know whether I should.

MARINA: Let your hair down, Ms Badcock.

- I suppose it is a special day.

- That's the spirit.

Have a daiquiri, Ms Badcock.

It's Marina's favourite.

- Oh, thanks.

- Darling.

I've had three already.

Lola Brewster and Vincent Hogg.

I do not believe it.

Vincent.

And Lola.

My dear.

Well, aren't you the dark horses?

This house, it's so...

Ancient.

- And so fitting.

I always knew you'd end up in an old pile.

Dear Vincent, such a riot.

Rudd.

Let's have a nose around.

Do you think we should?

This used to be a bathroom.

A bathroom?

It still is.

BLUNT INHALES SHARPLY Oh, I'm sorry.

Hay fever.

Nightmare.

Please excuse me.

DOLLY GASPS Two basins.

- Oh!

- Good Lord.

SOFTLY: This used to be our bedroom.

DOLLY GASPS Oh, I say.

DOLLY GASPS Oh!

Oh!

Goodness me.

I can't imagine your Arthur in here.

Oh, do look at this.

DOLLY GASPS Oh.

Oh, Dolly.

- Do you think?

- Oh, Dolly.

BOTH LAUGHING And this through here, this used to be Arthur's, erm, seat.

WOMAN YELLS, GLASS SHATTERS WOMAN SCREAMS MAN: Wait, wait, wait.

PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY - What was that?

- Yes, what was that?

What on earth is going on?

Mr Preston, what's happening?

It's one of the ladies.

She's had a, sort of, a seizure or fit or something.

- It's probably the heat.

- Yes.

I'd get smelling salts.

Oh, dear.

Dear, dear.

Ah, Mr Rudd, how is she?

Mr Preston has gone for some smelling salts.

It's a bit late for that.

INDISTINCT CHATTER DOLLY: Oh, my goodness.

Heather Badcock?

DOLLY: Dead as a doornail.

- Oh, dear.

- And, at the garden party!

- Dear me.

Yes, full of beans one minute, pegged out the next.

- What had she done?

- No-one knows.

She was fit as a fiddle, apparently.

Mind you, she always did have that sort of ripe look like a piece of fruit that's about to go off.

There's going to be an inquest and a postmortem.

Well, of course, under the circumstances.

Oh, great heavens.

Heather Badcock.

You don't think it'd be suicide, do you?

Oh, no.

No, she wasn't the type.

No, you're right, you're right.

And, anyway, why go to a party to kill yourself?

No, no, it's obviously murder.

Jane, these are for you.

Oh, thank you.

SHE INHALES DEEPLY Cherry.

METAL CLANKS, MAN WHISTLING Leave her.

She's sleeping.

PRESTON SIGHS, CHUCKLES There was a kind of reception committee at the top of the stairs for selected guests and Heather Badcock arrived shortly after I did.

ANNOUNCER: Ms Heather Badcock.

DOLLY: 'Dr Haydock introduced her to Marina Gregg.'

DR HAYDOCK: Ms Badcock is the indefatigable secretary - of the association.

MISS BADCOCK: Oh, Doctor!

I don't know what St John would do without her.

How wonderful.

'And Marina listened charmingly 'while Heather went on and on and on 'about how she'd met Marina years ago 'somewhere or other.

I was just...' She wasn't very tactful, I must say, because she was emphasising about how long ago it was and I don't think actresses like to be reminded of how old they are.

But Heather Badcock wouldn't think of that, would she?

No, I'm afraid she wouldn't.

I mean, one wouldn't wish her dead, but... SHE SIGHS ..she was rather tiresome.

But Ms Gregg took it all in good part?

- Well, yes, but... - What?

Well... 'When Ms Badcock was talking, 'I got the impression 'that Marina wasn't listening after all.

'She was staring over Ms Badcock's shoulder 'and when Ms Badcock had finished, 'there was an odd silence.

'She was staring at the wall opposite.

'Staring... 'with...' SHE GASPS Oh!

How can I explain it?

Do try, Dolly.

She... She had a sort of... She had a sort of frozen look.

As if she'd seen... No, let me put it like this.

Do you remember the Lady Of Shalott?

"Out flew the web and floated wide, "the mirror crack'd from side to side.

"The doom has come upon me, "cried the Lady of Shalott."

That's what she looked like.

She was staring at the wall, you think?

Well, she seemed to be.

Was there anything on the wall?

I don't know.

Pictures, I think.

I can't think pictures would be the reason.

No, especially as she'd see them every day.

Were people still coming up the stairs?

You mean she might've been looking at one of them?

- Yes, it's possible.

- Well, there was a bit of a to-do when Lola Brewster arrived with Vincent Hogg.

DOLLY CHUCKLES And also there was a young woman there taking photographs.

- A photographer?

- Yes.

She took one of me.

And then Marina, all of a sudden, seemed to pull herself together.

I think...

I think her husband nudged her or something.

And she was back to her old charming self.

Now, what would you like to drink?

Jason, cocktails.

Oh, I don't know whether I should.

Let your hair down, Ms Badcock.

I suppose it is a special day.

- That's the spirit.

- Have a daiquiri, Ms Badcock.

It's Marina's favourite.

Oh, thanks.

DOLLY: 'He gave a glass to the Badcock woman 'and one to his wife.'

Daiquiris, I think.

- It's very interesting, Dolly.

Very interesting, indeed.

But who on earth would want to kill Heather Badcock?

Unless she knew something.

No, if she'd known anything, she'd never be able to keep it to herself.

Perhaps she was blackmailing someone?

Blackmail?

The thought wouldn't enter her head.

DOLLY: I suppose you're right.

It reeks of murder though, doesn't it?

The whole idea seems so very unlikely.

Unless, of course, it was the wrong murder.

MAN: An odd place to choose, isn't it, sir?

What do you mean, Tiddler?

Well, if I was going to poison someone, spike their drink like, I wouldn't choose a do with loads of people milling around.

I mean...

Someone's bound to notice, aren't they?

That's what we're going to find out.

So what was it, then?

Arsenic or cyanide or something?

According to the inquest, it was an overdose of hiethyl dexelbarbaquin deloritate.

Right.

It's an antidepressant, Tiddler.

Commonly known as Calmo.

Widely prescribed in America but you can also get it here.

They found six times the recommended dose inside her and she never used the stuff according to her doctor.

So, are we actually gonna, like, meet Marina Gregg, then, sir?

Of course, we are.

Damn fool question.

Are you a fan of hers, Tiddler?

I'm... sort of.

Yes, sir.

Bit old for you, isn't she?

Oh.

So, Inspector, our local murder is considered worthy of the attention of Scotland Yard?

Yes, Miss Marple, the involvement of a Hollywood star raises its profile somewhat.

Should I be honoured that I'm your first port of call?

Commissioner Clithering speaks very highly of you.

Ah, dear Sir Henry.

How's he enjoying his retirement?

I suspect he's a little restless.

MISS MARPLE CHUCKLES I can well understand that.

Yes.

How is the ankle?

Oh, better.

Thank you, much better.

I must say, it is quite a coincidence that the woman who helped you when you fell should be murdered a few days later.

Yes, isn't it?

I don't suppose you had any intuition of this, did you?

Good heavens, no.

No idea.

No, but...

Although... She did remind me of someone I once knew.

- Who was that?

- Alison Wilde.

Very kind and full of life.

But only ever saw things from her own perspective.

And, what's Ms Wilde doing now?

Oh, she's dead, Inspector.

Would you care for a Garibaldi?

No, thank you.

Oh.

So sorry.

It is a pity you weren't at the garden party yourself, Miss Marple.

- Yes, isn't it?

But my friend Dolly Bantry was.

It was Mrs Bantry who sold Gossington Hall to Marina Gregg.

- Mm.

And, did Mrs Bantry see anything?

Yes, indeed.

She did.

And, what was that?

Are you familiar with The Lady Of Shalott?

DOLLY: And she was staring as though she'd seen something awful.

Just like The Lady Of Shalott.

HEWITT: "The curse has come upon me?"

DOLLY: Exactly.

Have you any idea what she was looking at, Mrs Bantry?

Well, I wish I knew.

She seemed to be looking over Ms Badcock's shoulder.

At the people coming up the stairs?

I really couldn't say.

Oh, dear, I'm not explaining myself terribly well am I?

You're doing very well, Dolly.

My husband never knew what I was talking about.

DOLLY CHUCKLES Poor Arthur.

You all right there, Sergeant?

- Yes, thank you, ma'am.

- Do you know?

I once had a cat called Tiddles.

- It's Tiddler, ma'am.

- Is it?

How lovely.

- Marina Gregg, Dolly.

- Yes, yes, of course.

Well.

You see, I wondered what on earth it was that made her look like that.

And then I didn't think any more about it.

But then again, I may have imagined the whole thing.

Has that been helpful?

HOGG: 'Never say Nefertiti.

'Like a curse from the mummy's tomb, 'Marina Gregg seems dogged by tragedy.

'At a garden party for the St John Ambulance, 'hosted by Miss Gregg in her new country home, 'as a rather unconvincing Lady Bountiful.

'The secretary of the local association, 'a garrulous spinster by the name of Heather Badcock, 'suddenly dropped down dead.

'The dreary proceedings at which Marina Gregg greeted guests 'with the hauteur of a minor royal, 'were... '..ironically, kick-started into life 'by what is now being treated as murder.

'For the time being, Miss Gregg is too distraught 'to continue work on her new film Nefertiti, 'or is she merely having a pet 'at being upstaged at her own party?'

That's the one.

She was sitting right there and she just went.

One minute, she was fine, and the next...

I thought she'd had a seizure or a fit or something.

What she did have was six times the maximum dose of a substance called Calmo.

Everybody takes Calmo.

- I don't.

- Oh, you should.

It is absolutely marvellous.

It bucks you up and it soothes you down, if you take my meaning.

Would there be supplies of it in the house?

Yes.

The place is lousy with it.

Bottles of it everywhere.

Where exactly did Ms Gregg receive her guests?

Well, she was standing right about here and, oh, yes, there was a very persistent photographer from London, Margot something or other.

Chic beatniky type.

She was taking photographs.

And, people were coming up the stairs?

Mm-hm.

Yes, in driblets.

I brought up the VIPs, you might say.

And Ella Blunt brought up the rest.

She's Mr Rudd's secretary.

And, you are Ms Gregg's secretary?

Exclusive personal assistant, Inspector.

And were you here the time that Ms Badcock came up?

I'm ashamed to say, Inspector, that I just cannot remember.

I have a feeling that I must have gone back downstairs to look after Vincent Hogg and Lola Brewster.

Hi, Ms Brewster.

How are you?

Mr Hogg.

Right this way.

Go on upstairs.

- Vincent... - Hogg, sir.

He's a journalist.

He used to be married to Ms Gregg.

Oh, a fan.

Well, we must have a chat sometime.

This Vincent Hogg chappy...

Yes, we didn't know he was in the country.

So, his turning up was something of a surprise?

- You bet.

- A pleasant surprise?

- Oh, yes.

- And what about Lola Brewster?

Well, she was a nice surprise, too.

So, Ms Gregg was happy to see them?

She couldn't have been happier.

In fact, she was thrilled.

- To see her ex-husband?

- Yes.

- With a redhead on his arm?

- That's Hollywood.

Well, I should like to have a word with Ms Gregg, if I may?

Oh, but you can't.

She's totally prostrated.

Nevertheless, I'd still like to speak to her.

Well, I'm afraid that's out of the question, Inspector.

You see, the doctor came by this morning and gave her a little sedation.

I must say it's a relief to be with someone who's normal.

What do you mean, Doctor?

I've been attending to Ms Marina Gregg.

- Is she ill?

- Not remotely, but she's behaving as if she were at death's door.

Well, she must be very much upset by Ms Badcock's death.

Her nerves are shot to pieces.

Or so she kept telling me and would probably still be telling me had I not given her a sedative.

Such a shock, someone suddenly dying like that in the middle of your party.

If you ask me, her upset has nothing to do with Ms Badcock's death.

Really?

I probably shouldn't be saying this.

Oh, I assure you it won't go any further.

So obsessed is she with herself, she even said that, "It was meant for me, Doctor."

The poisoned drink?

She actually said that, did she?

Yes, she certainly did.

Why on earth would she say that?

Mm.

Quite preposterous to claim this tragedy as her own with poor Ms Badcock barely cold in the ground.

Tell me, Doctor, can you remember what happened after Mr Rudd served Ms Badcock and Ms Gregg their drinks?

Yes.

There were still guests coming up the stairs.

There was a couple I recall.

ANNOUNCER: Lola Brewster and Vincent Hogg.

HAYDOCK: 'A suave-looking chap, 'and a...' HE CLEARS HIS THROAT '..and a rather flashy-looking redhead.'

I do not believe it.

'Ms Badcock and I were shifted off a little.'

And, Ms Badcock drank her daiquiri then?

No, because she wouldn't stop talking about Ms Marina Gregg.

Ooh.

- Excuse me.

- Yes, of course.

When did she drink it?

Well, it would have been a... a little while after.

Er, it was getting a bit crowded by then.

MUSICIANS PLAYING SMOOTH JAZZ INDISTINCT CONVERSATION WOMAN SCREAMS 'Someone knocked into her and she spilt it.'

- She spilt it?

- Yes.

It went down her dress and Ms Gregg's dress, I believe.

- So sorry.

- Don't worry.

It's only a Chanel.

I'm sorry, Ms Gregg.

Here, wipe yourself.

I'm sorry.

Have this, why don't you?

I haven't touched it yet.

- She handed over her own drink?

- Yes.

Are you quite sure of that, Doctor?

- Yes, I am.

- And, Ms Badcock took it?

HE SMACKS HIS LIPS Er, no.

She didn't want to at first, but, erm, yes, she took it.

MISS MARPLE: 'And, did what?'

I've had far too much already.

Drank it.

'Rather quickly, if memory serves.'

And I got chatting to Councillor Hubbard.

And the next thing I knew... GLASS CLINKS, INDISTINCT CHATTER - Ms Badcock?

RUDD: Preston.

PRESTON: Is everything all right?

Can I get her anything?

RUDD: Get some smelling salts.

- She was dead.

- Mm.

Well, Miss Marple, I'm delighted to tell you that you are now off the sick list.

But here's something for the pain.

But, what if Ms Gregg is right?

That the poisoned drink was meant for her?

She might still be in danger.

- Yes, but, er... Well, you know what actresses are like.

Tell me, Doctor, do you know if she's told her husband any of this?

No, she didn't.

I'm quite sure of that.

In fact, I even suggested that perhaps she should.

It is extraordinary.

What is?

A good dose of sleuthing always brings the colour to your cheeks.

HE CHUCKLES - 'Inspector Hewitt.'

- Inspector.

- 'Ah, Miss Marple.'

- I've just seen Dr Haydock.

'Nothing serious, I hope.'

No, on the contrary.

I'm perfectly well, thank you.

Er, he mentioned something that I think you ought to know.

This business has made us all a bit edgy.

Especially your wife, I understand.

She's sensitive at the best of times.

This hasn't exactly helped.

Excuse me, Mr Rudd, I was wondering if Ms Gregg might be available for her costume fitting tomorrow?

- How the hell should I know?

- Thank you, Mr Rudd.

I've been told your wife was rather distracted while Heather Badcock was speaking to her.

Cut it.

It's perfectly possible all this handshaking does get a little tedious.

But you didn't notice anything yourself?

Well, I think I did give her a nudge at one point to wake her up.

She was fine after that.

- I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Twenty minutes, John!

- Mr Rudd.

I've got two dozen journalists on the phone wanting to know when they can talk to either you or Marina.

- I'll get back to you.

- They're very persistent.

- Ten minutes, Ella, OK?

- OK. - As you can see, things are pretty hectic.

Mr Rudd, has it occurred to you that the poisoning of Heather Badcock may have been entirely accidental?

And that the real intended victim was your wife?

Very astute, Inspector.

That's what I thought all along.

Then why haven't you said that?

Because I don't want her to suspect for one moment that someone is out to kill her.

MAN: Look out!

LADDER THUDS, WOMAN SHRIEKS TELEPHONE RINGING Hogg.

HEAVY BREATHING OVER TELEPHONE Hello.

WOMAN: 'I saw you do it.'

What?

Honey, who is it?

'I saw you put the tablets in the glass.'

HEWITT: You are husband number... Five.

Almost a cliche, isn't it?

She's got it into her head that she's cursed with bad luck.

Well, I have every intention of proving her wrong.

Good for you.

You see, Inspector, she expects too much.

She really believes you can be happy ever after.

Well, life's not like that, is it?

And, what about children?

That's one of the reasons she considers herself unlucky.

She finally resorted to adoption and then, of course, got pregnant.

She was over the moon, but the result was catastrophic.

She gave birth to a boy who was severely retarded and had a complete breakdown.

I met her on her comeback movie Marie Antoinette shortly after she recovered.

- And, the son?

- He had to be put into a home.

- In America?

- Yes.

But he was recently moved into a home over here.

Does she see him?

Too much contact would drive her over the edge, and we can't risk that.

But life goes on.

- Not for Ms Badcock.

It was you, wasn't it, Mr Rudd, who gave her her drink?

Yes.

A daiquiri.

'I gave one to Ms Badcock then one to Marina.'

RUDD: It's Marina's favourite.

Oh, thanks.

MISS BADCOCK CHUCKLES MARINA: I've had three already.

This was about the time that Vincent Hogg and Lola Brewster appeared?

Yes.

MARINA: I do not believe it.

Vincent and Lola.

RUDD: 'Marina put her drink down on the table.

'She hadn't touched it.

And greeted them.

'And that's where her drink remained, 'and it was only then that it could have been tampered with.

'Don't ask me how it was done.

And as for who did it...' Well, you have about 20 possible culprits to choose from.

Not now.

What then?

My wife finally managed to retrieve her drink when that woman must have spilt hers.

MISS BADCOCK SHRIEKS MARINA: It's all right, really.

MISS BADCOCK: I'm sorry.

'And Marina offered her drink to Ms Badcock 'and that was that.'

But I can assure you, the fatal dose couldn't have been added after then because Ms Badcock drank it immediately.

'And five minutes later, she was dead.'

Can you think of anyone who would wish to harm your wife, Mr. Rudd?

I think it's fair to say that in our business we do derive a certain pleasure from seeing colleagues fall flat on their faces.

But as for wishing them dead, not as a rule.

How long have you been Mr Rudd's secretary?

Five years.

I was part of the expat community in LA and, well, I was rather keen to get involved in movies, so when Mr Rudd offered me the job, obviously, I jumped at the chance.

HEWITT: You knew him before he met Marina?

Oh, yes.

I suppose, as Brits, we had a natural affinity.

He's a sort of genius, you know.

And still so young.

- You like the job?

- It suits my purpose.

Although, I hadn't bargained on murder.

Six times the recommended dose could hardly be anything else.

- An accident?

- And, how would that happen?

A lot easier than you think.

The house is simply full of drugs.

These theatrical types, they have the most curious lapses in intelligence.

Hm.

I mean, sometimes, I think the more artistic they are, the less common sense they have.

I still don't see how such an accident could happen.

One of the guests might have wanted an upper or downer having forgotten what they had earlier, put too much in the glass, and then put it down, got distracted and went off.

Along comes Ms what's-her-name, thinks it's her glass, picks it up and drinks it.

People are very stupid, you know.

Sorry, sir.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT Tell me, Ms Blunt.

Does Marina Gregg take Calmo?

- Oh, yes, we all do.

- Have you any idea when I might be able to talk to her?

She's always throwing temperaments.

And this has given her the perfect opportunity to throw a really big one.

I didn't know you were a film mag fan, miss.

I'm not.

Just curious, that's all.

They belong to poor Ms Badcock.

Inspector Hewitt kindly procured them for me.

HEWITT: 'Would you say she's difficult to work for?'

Difficult?

She's an absolute monster.

'The woman has no moderation.

'She's either jumping for joy or in the depths of despair.

'And there are certain topics 'one simply can't mention.'

- 'Such as?'

BLUNT: 'Mental breakdowns, psychiatric hospitals, 'anything to do with children.'

She can't have any more, and the one she did have is completely bonkers.

Then why bring him over here?

Jason thought it would be for the best.

- In what way?

- To give the right impression.

I mean, after all, Inspector, it doesn't put Marina in a terribly good light, does it?

I mean, to move over here and leave her son to rot in an American asylum.

But it's not Mr Rudd's child, is it?

No!

The husband before last.

- And, where's he now?

Florida.

Miss Blunt, do you know if Marina Gregg is afraid of anyone?

Marina?

Afraid?

SHE CHUCKLES, SNEEZES Hay fever.

It's a complete nightmare.

A day out in London?

What a lovely idea.

I've been behaving disgracefully, gentlemen.

Will you ever forgive me?

I just... let myself go to pieces after this awful thing.

Do take a seat, Inspector.

- Thank you, Ms Gregg.

This is Sergeant Tiddler.

MARINA: How adorable.

Pull up a chair, Sergeant Tiddler.

Make yourself at home.

- Tiddler.

Chair.

- Yes, sir.

I'm so ashamed of myself.

It's only natural that you should've felt upset.

I had no business making out it was worse for me than anyone else.

Hadn't you, Ms Gregg?

Well, hadn't you?

You're very perceptive, Inspector, aren't you?

Why do you think someone wanted to kill you?

It was my glass, my drink, that had been tampered with.

It was just a mistake that that woman got it.

I wouldn't have said anything, but Jason insisted.

You've confided in him, then?

Dr Haydock suggested I should.

Jason thought the same as me.

He thought it all along.

It's quite funny really.

He didn't want to alarm me by telling me.

I hope you're getting this, Sergeant.

I am, ma'am.

Have you any idea, Ms Gregg, who might have tampered with your drink?

- Of course I haven't.

- Are you certain?

If I had, Inspector, I'd tell you.

I'm sure you would.

I just wondered if you had even the slightest suspicions.

It could have been anyone.

Jason, darling.

Inspector Hewitt thinks I know who spiked my drink and I keep telling him I don't.

But I can't help thinking that, perhaps, you know a little more than you're telling me.

- Well, I saw nothing.

- Neither did I. Oh, God, I'm exhausted.

- Just one more thing.

- Make him go away.

- Can't this wait, Inspector?

Someone has told me that while Ms Badcock was speaking to you, you looked over her shoulder and saw something that seemed to alarm you.

Now, is this true, Ms Gregg?

Of course it isn't.

What could possibly have alarmed me?

That's what we want to find out.

It seems you might've been looking at the staircase, and at about that time, Vincent Hogg arrived with Lola Brewster.

Was it this that upset you?

I'm telling you, I wasn't upset.

Who said I was?

Inspector, I think it's time to go.

You didn't even know they were coming?

I had no idea they were even in England.

So, it was a surprise?

Yes, it was, a delightful surprise.

Delightful to see your ex-husband... - Inspector!

- ..with your current husband's ex-lover on his arm?

Yesterday's papers, Inspector.

So you knew about the affair, did you?

You're very persistent, aren't you?

Did Lola Brewster ever make any threats towards you, Ms Gregg?

- She wouldn't dare.

- Oh.

I'd heard that she'd pulled a gun on you at a party after Mr Rudd dumped her.

RUDD: Let's cut to the chase, shall we?

Lola Brewster had no opportunity of poisoning that drink because I was close beside her.

Were you?

The idea that she'd poison Marina... Close beside her?

What were you up to?

I wasn't up to anything!

And, what about Vincent Hogg?

The idea that that poisonous old snake could in any way alarm me... HEWITT: But there was something, wasn't there, Ms Gregg?

Something that distracted you.

OK, Inspector.

Let me put it like this.

I've had quite a tough time recently.

But have gradually been getting back on track and am working my butt off.

But I still find time to open my house to raise money for charity and to be nice and pleasant to everyone.

And they all say the same thing to you and you say the same thing back over and over and over again.

Have you any idea how boring that can be?

- Darling.

- But you do it, cos it's your job.

And if at some point, you glaze over, then so be it.

I haven't the faintest idea what Mrs what's-her-face was going on about.

I tell you, it couldn't have been that riveting because I did blank out for a second, two seconds, who cares?

I'm human, so sue me!

My only concern, Ms Gregg, is for your safety.

An attempt was made on your life by someone on the day of the party.

Someone who is quite possibly still here and who, in the scheme of things, is bound to try again.

If you have even the vaguest notion who that person might be, I beg you to share it.

Perhaps you might know something that I don't.

And if you do, you really should tell us.

For your sake.

But I don't.

How many more times do I have to say it?

MARINA SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY You're all driving me insane!

Now, get out of here, the lot of you!

I want to be left in peace.

- I think it best... - Yes.

Thank you, Ms Gregg.

Mr Rudd.

Any chance of an autograph, Ms Gregg?

Get out!

She's a cracker.

And as we've known each other for centuries, we thought it would be jolly nice to have our portrait taken as a sort of memento.

Friendship's so important, don't you think, Miss Bence?

And having seen you at the party, I thought... DOLLY SNAPS HER FINGERS ..the very person.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS, CAMERA FILM WHIRRING Miss Marple, can you look fractionally less petrified?

Well, I'll...

I'll do my best.

And, er, Mrs Bantry, perhaps not quite so, erm... lethal in the smile department?

Oh, so more mysterious?

Possibly.

I expect you've taken lots of famous people, haven't you, Miss Bence?

I shoot anyone if they've got the money.

DOLLY CHUCKLING Hold it.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS I gather from the press that this woman was poisoned by mistake, that it was, in fact, intended for Marina.

That's right, sir.

The overdose was in Ms Gregg's cocktail.

Miss Badcock spilt her drink and Ms Gregg gave her hers.

Pretty conclusive, I'd say.

You hadn't seen her for a while?

Not since our divorce, oh, happy day.

So, you didn't mind being ditched for a younger man?

HOGG CHUCKLES To describe our marriage as a hellish nightmare would scarcely do it justice.

Then there was no love lost between you?

No, Inspector, I can hardly claim to sob into my pillow every night.

Why are you over here, Mr Hogg?

For my column, of course.

Marina's new film Nefertiti, God help us, is creating quite a buzz.

I would be negligent to ignore it.

Now, Lola Brewster... Ah, yes.

She's been having a little lie down.

I'm sure she's up and about by now.

Wasn't it provocative taking her to the party?

- She's my partner.

- Partner?

Rather American, isn't it?

Yes, we sort of gravitated to each other as... injured parties.

She's a sweet girl.

Soothingly stupid.

Would it have been a shock for Ms Gregg to see you together?

Oh, yes, most definitely.

I believe she's told certain friends she's afraid of you, Mr Hogg.

I wasn't aware she had any friends.

Answer my question, please.

Marina is an actress.

What do you expect?

She plays up.

Why let something go when you can make a five-act drama out of it?

So, she had nothing to be afraid of?

Certainly not me, Inspector.

I'm a pussy cat.

Of course, we're such big fans of Marina Gregg, aren't we, Jane?

Are you a fan, Miss Bence?

She can certainly act up a storm.

BENCE CLEARS HER THROAT Oh.

Ooh.

DOLLY LAUGHS Take this.

Hmm.

Perfect couple.

I thought she was so kind to open her home for the party.

And it all went frightful well except, of course, for poor Ms Badcock.

I'd very much like to see your photographs, Miss Bence.

I expect you took several of Lola Brewster.

Can you, er, suck on the cheroot a little?

Smoke it up a bit.

DOLLY SPUTTERS BENCE: Oh, yeah.

That's just the ticket.

DOLLY CHUCKLES And hold it!

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Of course, it was just about then that Marina Gregg had that funny turn.

Did you notice that, Ms Bence?

Yeah, well.

You were probably imagining it, Dolly.

Well, I'm probably putting it too strongly, but it did seem for a moment that she... she looked a little queer.

Mind you I had just knocked back a ferocious martini so I was probably a bit squiffy.

MISS MARPLE: Oh, well, you got quite lyrical about it.

DOLLY: It's not like me to be lyrical.

You quoted Tennyson, I seem to remember.

Oh, did I?

"The doom has come upon me cried the Lady of Shalott."

Oh, yes, you're right.

I do love that poem.

Don't you, Miss Bence?

BENCE: Hmm.

Actually, it's a...

It's "curse", not "doom", but I know what you mean.

BENCE: So, you saw it too, did you?

MISS MARPLE: It's most extraordinary.

She's expressing nothing whatever.

No fear, no pain, Do you know, you're absolutely right.

MISS MARPLE: But there's something, isn't there?

Something she's seen or thought.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS, PEOPLE CHATTING INDISTINCTLY You capture her very well, Miss Bence.

Had you met before?

Why do you ask?

Oh, because you've worked in America perhaps.

Hmm.

How do you know that?

I've seen your name in magazines.

I thought you may have encountered her in a professional capacity.

I couldn't keep this, could I, for my collection?

BENCE: Be my guest.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

MISS MARPLE: Of course, one can never be sure how reliable these magazines are.

I've read, for example, that she has any number of children and then that she has no children at all.

It's all most confusing, isn't it, Dolly?

- Utterly.

How many children does she have, Miss Bence?

I haven't a clue.

Haven't you?

Haven't you, really?

What are you doing here?

Has someone sent you?

We're just here to have our photograph taken, aren't we, Jane?

Are you, Miss Marple?

What other possible reason could there be?

What the hell?

It's hardly a secret.

What isn't, Miss Bence?

That I'm one of the children Marina adopted.

We lived in the East End of London, my mother and eight of us kids, and she simply couldn't cope.

So she did what a lot of women did in her position and she wrote to the rich and famous, begged them to adopt, and one day, she got lucky.

Didn't Ms Gregg also adopt a boy?

Yes.

And for a time, we lived the most wonderful life.

Marina played her part to the hilt.

But she did want children, didn't she?

Mm.

Oh, yes.

She just didn't want us.

As soon as she discovered she was pregnant, that was it.

All she wanted was a child of her own.

Well, you can't blame her for that.

No, but I can blame her for taking me and my mother for letting her.

And your adopted brother, what's happened to him?

We drifted apart.

He was more resentful.

Always said that when he grew up, he would kill her baby.

And then, of course, she gave birth to that wretched little creature.

Perhaps there's justice after all.

You hate her that much?

Why shouldn't I?

Tell me, Miss Bence, was it Marina Gregg who arranged for you to take photographs that day?

She knew nothing about it.

I was curious to see her again and... Do you know what?

She didn't even recognise me.

I'm going down to Hellingworth Studios to take some production shots.

I wonder if she'll recognise me then.

Now remember you're on duty, Tiddler.

- Yes, sir.

- So for God's sake, don't sit there with your mouth open like a beached cod.

TIDDLER CLEARS HIS THROAT TIDDLER GULPS NERVOUSLY Are you going to ask me lots of horrible questions, officer?

It's "Inspector", actually.

And I hope they won't be too horrible.

I'm sure they will be.

Even though you have the kindest eyes and the cutest smile.

HEWITT CLEARS HIS THROAT You know, gentlemen, I'm sure this whole thing must have been a terrible mistake.

You think so, Miss Brewster?

Oh, yes, it's all such nonsense.

As if anyone would want to poison Marina.

She's an absolute sweetie.

Everybody loves her.

HEWITT: Including you?

I have always looked up to her.

She's such a brilliant actress.

You know, it's a scandal she's never won an Oscar.

Still, she has a year or two left.

Wasn't there a little trouble between the two of you?

Oh, that.

SHE CHUCKLES It was nothing.

She stole my lover.

That's all.

- Jason Rudd.

- Isn't that hilarious?

She's old enough to be his mother.

You can't have been too pleased?

Well, I wasn't, but... Now I see it's the best thing that could have happened.

I wouldn't have hooked up with Vinny otherwise.

People say you were pretty furious.

People say all sorts.

Didn't you threaten to shoot her?

Oh, sure.

But I didn't really mean it.

Miss Brewster, I have it on very good authority that you said, "That bitch needn't think she'll get away with it.

"I'll get even with her in the end."

- Did I really say that?

- I believe you did.

Well, I guess I was a little mad.

We all get a little ruffled sometimes, don't we, Inspector?

A little... hot under the collar?

But do you really think I would poison her cocktail within three minutes of seeing her again?

Really, Inspector.

I do think you're being a very silly boy.

TIDDLER CHUCKLES I don't deny that Marina can be a little... ..tricky sometimes.

But she gets away with it, because we all love her so much.

She adopted some children once, didn't she?

Yes, but I don't think it worked out so well.

I guess it was kind of impulsive.

You know, like shopping.

You get it home, then you think, "Oh, boring".

TELEPHONE RINGS, INDISTINCT CHATTER Hailey Preston here.

Can I help you?

WOMAN: 'I saw you do it.'

Excuse me?

'I saw you put the tablets in the glass.'

DIAL TONE RINGING KNOCKS ON DOOR Yes?

They're ready for you, Marina.

Not now!

The usual suspects.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm very well, thank you, Marina, and I must say, you look every inch the queen.

So do you.

Why are you here?

We're doing the biggest spread.

Aren't you thrilled?

Vincent, you old dog.

HOGG: Good heavens.

Casey.

So, they still haven't found you out?

CASEY LAUGHS And Miss Brewster, as lovely as ever.

Hi.

Marina.

- Does he play your husband?

- Yes.

Oh, so Nefertiti also went for men half her age?

Isn't that the cutest coincidence?

Did you know she was regarded as a fertility goddess?

Quite a stretch for you, my dear.

- You bastard!

- They're waiting for you.

BENCE: Miss Gregg.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Perfect, wonderful.

We really must go.

CART RATTLING MAN: Quiet, please.

CASEY: Thank you.

DOLLY: Oh, I say!

- What are you doing here?

- Good morning, Mr Preston.

What are you doing here?

Oh, Ms Gregg invited us.

That's not like her.

We're so excited, aren't we, Jane?

Oh, yeah.

Why didn't she tell me?

CLAPPER: Scene 48.

Take 19.

MAN: Scene 48.

Take 19.

RUDD: Quiet, please!

BLUNT: Why didn't you tell me this?

I'm really sorry I didn't tell you before.

I don't understand why you didn't.

I didn't think it was important.

Primrose, it is not your job to... RUDD: Quiet!

And... Action.

DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING My sweet lord, I am not worthy of this honour.

Is he ever gonna say anything?

It's your line, Marina.

MAN: Wife is honour...

I know what it is, thank you very much.

I wouldn't hold your breath for a sequel.

RUDD: And, action!

My sweet lord, I am not worthy of this honour.

Wife is honour enough.

Not worthy?

You are a thousand times worthy.

Our people await, my queen.

Oh, my love.

Excuse me, sorry.

I have a line there.

Then why the hell didn't you say it?

- You didn't give me a chance.

MARINA: Dear God!

Keep on rolling.

Get that out of here!

And... ..action!

My sweet lord, I am not worthy of this honour.

Wife is honour enough.

CASEY: Not worthy?

You are a thousand times worthy.

Our people await, my queen.

As equals, we shall appear before them.

MARINA: Oh, my love.

Is he going to do it like that?

OK.

Hold it...

Hold it.

Cut there!

Do it like what?

His hand slipped below my waistline.

- No, it didn't.

- Tell him, Jason.

Could you make sure your hand stays above the waistline?

It always does, Jason.

I wouldn't dream of letting it go.

Let me know when you've finished!

- Marina!

- Coffee.

She's quite a handful, isn't she?

CUPS CLINKING Ms Gregg.

Jason!

Jason!

Jason!

MAN: Miss Gregg, what's wrong?

INDISTINCT CHATTER Miss Bence, what's happening?

Marina thinks her coffee has been poisoned.

Oh!

Good gracious.

BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY Good morning.

Good morning.

- Beautiful weather.

- Yes, isn't it?

SHE SNEEZES ROTARY PHONE CLICKING DOLLY: 'Why on earth use the public call box?'

Rather odd I thought.

So I telephoned the hall and wondered if the line was down.

And it wasn't.

What do you think of that?

Clearly, Ms Blunt did not want to be overheard.

Exactly!

And, one has to ask oneself why?

She must have seen something at the party.

MISS MARPLE: 'I'd agree that someone 'must have seen something.'

The question is, why hasn't that person come forward?

Are you suggesting blackmail, Miss Marple?

'Well, I wouldn't go so far as that.'

Unless, of course, someone else gets killed.

- How was it, then?

- Oh.

It was her first day back on set and she played up something rotten.

- Did she?

- You've no idea, Cherry.

She's a right madam.

She thought her coffee was poisoned at one point and blamed me, if you please.

- No!

- She did.

If it weren't for Mr Rudd calming things down, I dread to think what might have happened.

- What did he do?

- Poured it away.

That's a bit silly, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Cos if it was poisoned, there'll be no way of knowing.

Do you think it might have been?

Well, if they can poison her cocktail... You know, I've been thinking about that.

When I was helping out the day of the party, I was quite close to her.

- Heather Badcock, you mean?

- Yes.

When she got the cocktail all down her dress, there was something funny about it.

What?

Well I didn't think anything of it at the time.

But mulling it over when I popped into Gossington Hall the other day, I'm almost sure she did it on purpose.

CHERRY: 'Spilt the cocktail on purpose?'

MISS BADCOCK SHRIEKS PRIMROSE: 'Yes.'

MARINA: It's all right, really.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, it's only a Chanel.

CHERRY CHUCKLES That is a bit funny, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

I've told Ella Blunt about it.

What for?

Cos she's been going on and on at me about if I'd seen anything and then I thought, "Well, yes, I had."

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING BLUNT: Here you are.

What is it?

The analysis of the coffee Marina complained about.

But you poured it away, I saw you.

Most of it.

I'm pretty adept at sleight of hand, you know?

Arsenic!

So, she was right about it tasting bitter?

RUDD: No, arsenic has no taste.

But her instinct was right.

And we thought she was just being hysterical.

Oh, don't worry.

It'll all work out.

RUDD: She was so happy here.

She said that, at last, she felt she could settle down.

You didn't believe that, did you?

I thought there was a chance.

These things happen.

That's the way life is.

Some of us can take it.

Some of us can't.

Arsenic though?

That's serious.

Jason, no-one is going to poison her here.

They've tried once, for God's sake.

SHE SNEEZES SHE SNIFFLES SOFTLY: Bloody Marina.

SHE SNIFFLES Stupid bloody cow.

Jason!

SHE SNIFFLES, GROANS Oh, God.

Oh, God!

SIREN BLARING TELEPHONE RINGING MISS MARPLE: 'Yes.'

- Jane, Dolly.

The Blunt woman, dead!

I'm afraid I have some rather bad news, sir.

Ella Blunt died this morning.

Oh, dear.

- 'Cyanide poisoning.'

- How very unpleasant.

HOGG: 'Why are you telling me this?'

TIDDLER WHISTLES MERRILY Didn't you know her?

'Our paths have crossed once or twice.'

Wouldn't Jason Rudd be the man to ask?

I thought you might know something he doesn't.

Then I have to disappoint you, Inspector.

'So, there's nothing you could say 'that would be of assistance?'

Mr Hogg.

- 'There is something.'

- Yes?

A couple of days ago, I got a call.

WOMAN: 'I saw you do it.'

- What?

LOLA: Honey, who is it?

'I saw you put the tablets in the glass.'

HEWITT: 'Did you recognise the voice?'

No.

But I know for a fact it was Ella Blunt.

'How?'

WOMAN SNEEZES Why do you think she called you?

I haven't the faintest idea.

LOLA HUMMING Come on now, pumpkin.

TYPEWRITER CLACKING HOGG: 'Marina's Murder Mayhem.'

HOGG CHUCKLES 'To have one murder under one's roof 'may be regarded as a misfortune.

'To have two looks like carelessness.

'Marina Gregg's rural idyll has been blighted yet again 'by dastardly deeds.

'This time, in the shape of a poisoned atomiser 'inserted into the nostrils of Miss Ella Blunt.

'Miss Blunt, the devoted secretary 'to Marina Gregg's boyish husband, Jason Rudd, 'was a slave to hay fever 'and frequently had cause to...' Dropping like flies, aren't they, Miss Marple?

I wouldn't quite say that.

Primrose had a bit of a chin wag with Miss Blunt the other day.

- Primrose?

- Primrose Dixon.

She works at the studios.

She said she had something to tell her.

What did she have to tell her?

Well, Primrose helped out on the day of the party, see.

Serving drinks and that.

And ever since, that Miss Blunt has been going on and on asking her if she saw anything.

And if she did, it was her duty to tell her.

And, did she see anything?

Well, when she thought about it, yes, something did strike her as a bit funny.

So she thought she'd better tell her.

What was it, Cherry?

It was to do with Heather Badcock and the cocktail.

- Oh, yes?

- She said she did it herself.

- Did what herself?

Spilt the cocktail all down her new dress.

- You mean accidentally?

- No.

Primrose said she did it on purpose.

Spilt the cocktail on purpose?

Yes, that is a bit funny, isn't it?

Yes, yes, it is.

It don't make much sense whichever way you look at it.

No.

No, it doesn't.

You get on quite well with, er, with Primrose, do you, Cherry?

- Oh, yes, miss.

We've known each other since we were toddlers, Oh.

Good, because I have a suggestion I think you might quite like.

CHERRY CHUCKLES CAR IDLING BELL RINGS MISS MARPLE: So, Ella Blunt had it in mind to blackmail Vincent Hogg?

But she got the wrong person.

But it seems she got the right one in the end.

Yes, but I'm at a loss as to know who.

I must be losing my touch.

We'll have none of that, Inspector.

I would simply remind you that, in my experience, it is nearly always the obvious person.

Meaning Jason Rudd?

Well, yes, but he seems so very devoted and one cannot see that he has any kind of motive.

What reason did he give you for throwing away the coffee?

He should surely have left it for you.

Precisely, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It seems that ever since the day of the party, Miss Gregg has thought that everything was poisoned.

But it transpires that he didn't throw it all away.

He kept some, had it analysed and found it was poisoned.

How interesting.

HEWITT: Miss Marple.

- Yes.

What you told me about Margot Bence being adopted by Ms Gregg, do you really believe that after all these years...

Yes, I do.

Children remember, Inspector.

A grudge, an injustice, sorrow.

They do remember.

- Yes.

Yes, I know.

'My mother, when she died, 'I was six years old in the nursery having tea.

'Freshly-baked scones straight from the oven.'

'A maid rushed in and whispered to Nanny, ' "There's been a dreadful accident.'

"The mistress, she's been killed."

And I didn't cry or speak.

'I just stared at the scones, 'still warm from the oven.'

And even now, whenever I see a plate full of scones I'm filled with sadness.

For a moment, I don't remember, but... ..then I do.

Ridiculous, isn't it?

On the contrary, Inspector, it is most revealing.

Bobby.

It's your...

It's...

It's your mother.

Oh, Bobby.

SHE SOBS SHE CONTINUES SOBBING Accounts vary somewhat but the gist is the same.

It's the variations that might provide the clue.

Well, according to your friend, Mrs Bantry, Heather Badcock said something like, "You won't remember, but years ago in Bermuda, "I got up from bed when I had chickenpox "and came along to see you and you gave me an autograph."

Now, Jason Rudd says that Ms Badcock left her bed with flu to get Marina Gregg's autograph.

- Did he say when this was?

- About 12 or 13 years ago.

- I see.

- What?

Not quite as much as I'd like to.

If only I knew why she'd ruined her new dress.

- Who, Ms Badcock?

- Yes.

It seems such a very odd thing to do.

Unless... Of course.

SHE GROANS Oh, I must be very stupid.

SHE CHUCKLES I am glad that girl is safely in Bournemouth.

- What girl?

- Primrose Dixon, the one who works at the studio.

and spoke to Ella Blunt.

How in heaven's name do you know she's in Bournemouth?

Because I asked Cherry to take her there on holiday.

Why on earth did you do that?

Because I don't want her to get killed of course.

- Chickenpox.

- You're sure?

'Well, something like that.'

I was talking about vodka, so I wasn't really listening.

- She didn't say whooping cough?

- 'Whooping cough?'

She wouldn't put on make-up for whooping cough.

'Make-up?'

It was the make-up that made you think chickenpox?

Or, maybe it was nettle rash.

Oh, you're hopeless, Dolly.

Make-up?

SOFTLY: Make-up.

Of course.

Yes.

Yes, thank you so much.

Mr Rudd doesn't see anybody without an appointment.

Oh, I still need to see him.

- He really can't be disturbed.

- Oh, I'm sure he can.

Look, why don't you tell me what it is that you want?

Well, I already have.

I need to see Mr Rudd.

- Miss Marple...

This is where Marina Gregg would have received her guests.

Am I right?

- Yes.

- Yes, and I...

I expect she would have been standing, erm, about here?

- Yes, she was.

- You know?

You remind me of someone I once knew.

Gerald French.

What did he do?

Not a lot.

Had a most unfortunate past.

What kind of a past?

Oh, I couldn't possibly say.

So, if you'd be so kind as to fetch Mr Rudd.

HE CHUCKLES Miss Marple... Don't worry.

I'll be perfectly all right.

I understand now, Mr Rudd.

The whole thing is really very simple.

So simple, one just couldn't see it.

What can I do for you, Miss Marple?

Thank you so much for seeing me.

This is really not the best time.

BELL RINGING An inspector calls.

MISS MARPLE: 'Out flew the net and floated wide, 'the mirror crack'd from side to side. '

"The curse is come upon me," cried the Lady of Shalott.'

That's how Dolly Bantry described it.

The look on your wife's face.

Although actually she misquoted.

She said "doom" instead of "curse".

Perhaps a better word in the circumstances.

On the day of the party, while Heather Badcock was talking to your wife, Marina was not looking at her but at that picture.

A picture of a serene mother and child.

Thought there was doom foreshadowed in your wife's face, it was not on her the doom would fall.

'It was Heather Badcock who was doomed 'from the moment she started talking.'

- I don't follow.

- Why should you?

No-one has told you exactly what she said.

But they have, Miss Marple, over and over again.

But not the crucial phrase because no-one thought it was important.

I was just a girl and absolutely thrilled at the prospect of seeing you in the flesh.

I've always been the most huge fan.

The most ridiculous thing was on that day, I went down with a temperature and the doctor said I couldn't go.

- What a pity!

Can you imagine my disappointment, Miss Gregg?

What did the doctor say it was?

German measles.

But I wasn't feeling really ill.

I only had a rash on my cheek, so I said to myself, I won't be beaten.

I got up, slapped some make-up on and went along.

I am so pleased that I made an effort.

German measles?

That is correct, isn't it, Mr Rudd?

- Yes.

MISS MARPLE: A very slight illness really.

MISS MARPLE SIGHS A rash.

A little fever.

But extremely infectious.

And if a woman contracts it in the early stages of pregnancy, the consequences can be devastating.

I think I'm right in saying your wife had a child who was born greatly damaged and that she's never really recovered from the shock?

She never knew how or when or from whom she... Until the day of the party when a perfectly strange woman came up those stairs and told her.

What made it worse, Heather Badcock was proud of what she'd done.

She thought she'd been resourceful and brave in getting up from her sickbed and covering her rash with make-up in order to meet her idol, and boasted of it all through her life.

She never meant any harm.

People like her lack any real consideration for the way their actions may affect others.

Imagine what that moment meant for Marina.

For years, she'd nursed a kind of hatred for this unknown person who'd caused her tragedy.

'And suddenly, 'she meets that person face to face.

'A person who seems so happy and carefree.

'And pleased with herself.'

It was more than she could bear.

Had she had time to think, to calm herself, but she didn't.

She always had her pills with her so it was very easy to do.

She put the stuff into her own glass, and if by any chance, anyone noticed, they wouldn't have thought anything of it having seen her take them before.

She bided her time and presently found the opportunity.

MISS BADCOCK SHRIEKS 'She managed to jog Heather Badcock's arm 'so that she spilt her drink.'

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, it's only a Chanel.

'And that was where the confusion lay.'

Now, I only had the account of what Primrose Dixon reported to Cherry.

She said how funny it was that she seemed to spill the drink on purpose.

- Yes.

- But the "she" that Primrose referred to was not Heather Badcock, but Marina Gregg.

It was really the perfect murder.

Have this, why don't you?

I haven't touched it yet.

- I couldn't.

- Please do.

I've had far too much already.

'She wanted Heather Badcock dead.

'And a few minutes later... she was.'

But then she was afraid, afraid someone had seen, and could see only one way out.

To insist that the murder had been aimed at her.

She gave the performance of her life.

Jason!

And only one person saw through it.

This is only a theory.

MISS MARPLE: But you know it's the truth, don't you, Mr Rudd?

You know because you knew from the first.

Can you imagine my disappointment, Miss Gregg?

What did the doctor say it was?

German measles.

I didn't feel really ill... She would go to any lengths to prove that she was the intended victim, even down to doctoring her own coffee.

That was so, wasn't it, Mr Rudd?

Yes, I thought so.

You were frantic to protect her, but you didn't realise how much you would have to protect her from.

It's not only a question of hushing up one death.

But also the death of Ella Blunt.

'Who finally found the right person to blackmail 'thanks to Primrose Dixon.'

TELEPHONE RINGING ELLA: 'I saw you do it.

'I saw you put the tablets in the glass.'

MISS MARPLE: 'I'm very sorry for you, Mr Rudd.'

The agony you've been through because you care for her so much.

Mr Rudd, I need to speak to your wife.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

It's all over, sir.

You can't make excuses for her any longer.

Where can I find her?

- In her bedroom, Inspector.

She died last night.

In her sleep.

- An overdose?

- That's right.

Was it an accident?

In my opinion, yes.

But, it could be suicide?

It could, but it's most unlikely.

Someone could have given it to her?

It's almost impossible to prove.

Doctor.

Excuse me.

INDISTINCT CHATTER Such a beautiful creature and such a wonderful gift.

How sad that she couldn't let go of the past and see the future as it really was.

It's very fortunate she took an overdose.

Death was really the only escape left.

Yes, Mr Rudd, very fortunate indeed.

She was so lovely.

And she had suffered so much.