Marple (2004) s01e02 Episode Script
The Murder at the Vicarage
1915 Look brave.
Thank you, Captain, Mrs Ainsworth.
Can't I come to the station? I'm not that brave.
Oh, my darling Lizzie.
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-credit goes to the original subber- SIMPLE ART OF MURDER THE MURDER AT THE VICARAGE My egg was hard again, Mary Blame the chicken.
No.
Oh, no.
Yes.
Dennis Must you, on a Sunday? Sorry, Uncle Leonard, but she's playing up.
You can't go to church like that.
Oh, I'm not anyway.
This could be a long job.
- Mary! - She won't hear you.
Can't even boil an egg! She's all we can afford, you old misery.
You knew I couldn't cook when you married me.
And you knew I was old.
Look at the time! Oh.
- Morning, Miss Marple.
- Good morning.
How did you manage that, Griselda? He'll be early for once.
I shall tell you this evening, Jane.
And bring some your damson gin over It might take the edge off Mary's cooking.
The summer days are come again Once more the glad earth yields And deepening shade of summer woods And glow of summer air And winging thoughts and happy moods Of love and joy and prayer But every man is tempted when he is drawn away of his own lust and enticed.
Then, when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin, and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
Here endeth the lesson.
Stop wriggling, Lettice! - It's Letteece - Everyone calls you Lettice.
You're not everyone, Lawrence.
Behave.
Don't forget where you are.
Steady.
You should be on a calendar.
We could hang it in your father's study.
Oh, Lawrence.
Get an eyeful, creeping around? She's in her bathing suit.
Mr Redding's an artist.
It's like looking at a bowl of cherries for him.
Until she takes it off.
You've got an oily nose.
Last Sunday's collection in aid of the Church of England Missionary Society, a total of 18 shillinga 11 pences.
Well done, everybody.
- That can't be right.
- What? The society benefits enormously from the efforts we make.
I put in a pound to myself.
I have here a letter of thanks from the secretary.
Colonel Yes, Marjorie? - There's something wrong - What? Shh! - What? - Shh.
You are quite sure? I always put a pound note into the box on the anniversary of poor Bruce's passing.
I know, but perhaps this time Come on, Miss Marple! If Marjorie says she put a pound in then she did, so where's it gone? I thought you'd be straining at the leash to sniff out the culprit.
You do have a reputation to maintain.
My reputation, Colonel Protheroe, if I have one - how kind of you to suggest I do - is neither here nor there.
I merely wonder if it's too early to talk of culprits.
- Nonsense! - Lucius.
Anne, don't paw me.
Now, look.
I'm a church warden, and I was in intelligence.
I know when something smells fishy.
It could be the tip of the iceberg.
Vicar! Jane, shall we try the Toby Jug tomorrow just for a change? Good idea.
Where's Lettice this morning? - Mr Redding's painting her.
- On a Sunday? - Mm-hm.
- You don't think? He does have a way with him, but she's just a girl.
I'd plump for an older candidate if there is somebody.
Don't forget, ladies, tea and scandal tomorrow at 4:30.
- And I've invited Mrs Lester.
- I'm coming! Perhaps we'll find out a little more about her.
Something would be a start.
Fancy staying at the Blue Boar.
Not very homely for her.
Very well-stocked, if you take my meaning.
- Oh? - Tipsy at the jumble sale.
Why the dear vicar had to choose such a shallow wife and at his age too I expect to see a full set of parish accounts or I'm going to take this matter further.
Yes? Is that quite clear? - Yes.
- Tuesday.
Vicarage, 6:15 sharp.
I know what you mean.
Colonel, any news of your architectural sleuths? Yes, Dr Haydock.
They arrived last night.
They'll be taking photographs and making drawings.
Still One of the perils of owning an important house like Old Hall.
Good day, Doctor.
What a dreadful, dreadful man.
- I'll walk, Daddy.
- No.
Get in.
How's the portrait coming along? Perfectly well, thank you, Anne.
LetticeI thought he was painting you - in that pretty blue dress of yours.
- Yes but today he was just doing my hands so I didn't bother to wear it.
What have you got in there? Nothing.
Let me see.
Come.
I-It's more artistic.
There's art and there's smut! How dare he? And how dare you? Ssh, ssh.
Don't shout, for goodness' sake.
I'll fight my own battles.
Thank you, Anne.
I was thinking of our guests.
Good morning, Professor.
Do you have everything you need? Thank you, yes.
Your so charming daughter was most helpful.
Stepdaughter.
Ah, la Belle au Bois dormant, s'eveille.
Je m'excuse, grand-père.
Good morning.
Morning, mademoiselle.
Lunch will be at half past twelve.
My husband's very keen to hear about your research.
We are flattered, aren't we, Grandfather? Not as much as he is.
Permitting that sort of behaviour in your own garden, Vicar? No, no.
I mean it's it's utterly unacceptable.
Now, Mr Redding's telephone number, please.
Isn't it gorgeous? Nothing quite so beautiful as an English summer's evening.
For our hostess? How lovely! Not as lovely as that stuff, I hear.
Shall we? Oh, thank you.
Bless this food to our use and us to thy loving and faithful service nourished by the fruit of your earth and by the work of human hands.
May we render you true obedience, Lord and bend ourselves to thy will.
And make us ever needful of the minds of others.
Er, ever mindful of the needs of others.
Amen.
Amen.
Well, I can only apologise.
The colonel's always looking for an excuse to criticise.
I hope you're not painting Griselda in a bathing suit? Miss Marple, that's disgusting.
- Thank you.
- Certainly not.
But you must come to see it, Mr Clement.
It's at that very interesting stage.
- Like Dennis? - Oh, ha-ha.
- Pop over tomorrow, around teatime.
- I will.
- What is this, Mary? - Soup.
Does it have a name? "bis and bobs and odds and sods and the meat raion's been cut again" soup.
Sorry.
Sorry.
You're a bag of nerves this evening, Mr Hawes.
Not just tonight.
May I have a glass of water? Anyone else? No, thank you.
If it wasn't for my medicine, you see Don't worry, you can't catch nerves.
It's a wretched affliction I bear with God's grace.
Talking of wretched afflictions Ronnie, Colonel Protheroe on Tuesday.
Can you get the parish accounts into some sort of order? - I'll try.
- I could strangle Protheroe sometimes.
- May God forgive me.
- I'd stab him.
- I'd poison him.
- I'd shoot him.
- Use my gun.
- He's so rotten to Lettice.
- Aw.
- Just because he bought Old Hall, he thinks he's the local squire something.
You can't treat people like that now.
You're quite right.
And how would you do it, Miss Marple? I never speak lightly of murder, Mr Redding.
I hate to tempt fate.
Surely not in this lovely place? We're all very ordinary in St Mary Mead, but ordinary people sometimes do the most astonishing things - Do you really have a pistol? - Somewhere.
It's German.
- I liberated it.
- Were you wonderfully brave? Very well-trained, but scared to death.
I'll clear in five minutes.
Fish and turnip stew-mostly turnip.
Oh, bring the apricot chutney, will you? St Mary Mead vicarage.
No, Frankie, I can't.
But you'lI have your mum there.
Who's the magistrate? That'll be two-quid fine at least How are we ever going to save up to get a I am very sorry but you have mistook a wrong number.
I forbid you to see him again! He was only painting me.
I wish he were doing something else stupid the fuss you're making.
- Don't be common! - Well, don't be horrid, then.
You've driven the Dufosses to bed because your foul mood.
- Well, you blood can go too! - Gladly.
- Sit down.
We haven't finished.
- Good night, Lucius.
There are those who take a romantic view of poaching, Tarrant.
I do not.
- This time, you'll go to prison.
- Sir, you can't, sir! - All right, Mum.
- Madam, sit down.
- 28 days.
- I'll lose my job, you old bastard.
St Mary Mead vicarage.
It's not fair! - Mary? I - 'm going out! It's not just the difference in our ages, Jane.
The vicar and his wife are perfectly happy.
They'd be happier with a child, I think.
It would be their own.
Lettice was two when her mother died.
By the time I married Lucius, she was too old to think of me as anything other than the wicked stepmother.
I get on her nerves, and .
.
I'm afraid she gets on mine.
That makes him angry - even angrier than normal.
Might you have a child of your own one day? No.
Thatside of things has dwindled rather.
Completely.
I need tenderness, Jane.
And that's just not in his nature.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Oh, we all have to get things off our chest occasionally.
Still I married him for a kind of certainty.
We all wanted certainty after the war, didn't we? I must settle for what I've got.
- Make do and mend? - Make do.
And at least there once was someone tender, but he didn't come back from the fighting.
Jane, I knew you'd come.
- I had to.
- Oh, my darling.
There's our lift We'd better not keep him waiting.
Bloody fool! Help me! Are you hurt? No.
Oh! - Yes.
- Caught her ankle.
Oh I'm so terribly sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
It has to support the sprain.
I have a stick in the car.
You might be able to hobble by tomorrow.
I don't want to be a hobbler, Dr Haydock.
Shall I make some tea? Apparently, that won't be necessary.
It seems tea and scandal are coming to us.
I am lost.
The small drawing room with the Flemish tapestry and the magnificent ceiling? Two down on the other side.
That's my father's study.
- Heard me, then? - How could I not, Dennis? - Want to go for a ride? - On that thing? - Last year, we - I was 16 and it was fun.
Well, I haven't seen Lawrence Redding in a sports car.
He would if he had the money and he'd look so wonderfullymature.
See you tomorrow for tennis? Oh, yes, tennis with Dennis.
How did he get on? A month inside.
Protheroe.
Mr Redding, you should shut this away.
Probably.
Here's one for you next time you're in the Blue Boar.
You sure you don't want me to start locking up when I go? This is the heart of England, Mrs T.
Besides, lock up the house and you lock out love.
Oh, my Lord! In her bathing suit? The colonel won't have liked that from what I've seen.
Looks like he's got a poker up his bum.
At least one.
Will you be staying long in St Mary Mead, Mrs Lester? Sylvia, please.
- I shall have to see.
- We're not too quiet for you? Like a millpond.
But a change is as good as a rest.
A changefrom whatexactly? My helter-skelter life, Miss Hartnell.
If you'll excuse me, I must I must see how Griselda's portrait is coming along.
I do hope you like it, darling.
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
- Good afternoon, Vicar.
- Goodbye.
And what are you wearing for Mr Redding? Just my dignity, Mrs Price-Ridley, and a pink feather boa.
Really, Griselda! I think I'll just refresh the pot.
Now, who'd like a stiffener in their Darjeeling? Oh, I - Vicar - No I'd forgotten you were coming.
Is he doing Mrs Protheroe too? Quite a busy boy with his brush.
She offered to come to London, but Well, I came here to get away from it and Well, Anne wouldn't be suited to the the madness of my life there.
And I wouldn't want her to be.
I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of being wild.
You're quite wild enough for us.
I just feel that I've let you all down.
I've been happier in St Mary Mead than I've ever been in my life.
Even my work's better, I think.
- That's certainly less wild.
- But you must end it.
- I can't.
- Then you should consider leaving.
Think of her reputation.
You are the only one who knows.
Yet.
You only have to sneeze in this village for someone to-- Miss Bourne's here about next week's flowers.
Oh, she's late.
That's not like her.
Please, please think about what I've said.
Old Hall.
Good evening.
Yes, he is.
Who shall I say? I'll have to give a name, madam.
RESIDENTS ONLY What do you want, Sylvia? To tell you something, and see that stiff upper lip wobble as if you were facing a firing squad.
Last cigarette? Blindfold? Bang.
- I'll manage the stairs by tomorrow.
- Dressing gown? Yes, please.
How was the portrait? A brief viewing? You saw.
I'm afraid we all did.
Griselda was horrified when I told her.
If Protheroe finds out Now, I know he's a brute, but Anne married him, and I believe in the sanctity of marriage.
I'm so lucky.
She could have had anyone.
She chose you.
It's been the best three years of my life.
Here we are.
Hairbrush, mirror and book.
Is it a good read? Betcha life it is, padre.
Anything else from the dressing table? No.
Beautiful.
A perfect example for this period.
Indeed.
When are you going to publish? Autumn is the next edition of our journal.
- Ah.
- It will be all English country houses.
- I will send you a copy from Paris.
- I'll make a note of it.
How is France now? France? And, well, what do you say? We are getting on our feet.
How was your war? Bad things happened.
And yours, Colonel? Unfortunately, I, er I am not at liberty to discuss my service.
- Lucius - Hmm? Ah.
Good day to you.
I'll be back on the 5:30.
I have a meeting with Mrs Ross-Harkins after court.
Don't forget the vicarage at a quarter past six.
Aren't there any sales in Melchester? London is London.
Well, don't buy too much.
There won't be too much! - Dennis is taking me.
- What? - Only to the station.
- Oh.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Oh, look at this scratch! - Well, what about my wheel? You weren't looking, you fool! Mind on other things, I dare say, like those accounts.
- What do you mean? - Well, we'll see what I mean.
Just make sure the vicar has them for six fifteen.
It does have brakes, you know, this car Good God, woman! Thank you.
- Ah, Mrs Clement.
- Colonel.
Melchester? London.
I trust your garden shed will shortly be restored to its proper purpose.
It has never had an improper purpose.
Clearly our standards are different.
Clearly, I'm glad to say.
I beg your pardon? Why are you so dreadful to Len? He's a good, honest man who tries to set an example of Christian charity.
Perhaps charity can begin too close to home.
Return to Melchester, please.
Mr Redding ran after the vicar and Mrs Protheroe had her shoes off and I'm sure you could see her petticoat.
When I went to pay my paper bill this morning, Florrie Ranby said she wasn't at all surprised, and, of course, Miss Marple knew it was someone older.
The colonel read a most apt lesson on Sunday had he but known it: "When lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin.
" I have to put this right.
My parents want me to go to Kenya help them manage the farm.
You could try for university.
I would if I had something else to stay for.
Dennis Apart from anything well, you know Daddy, money or prospects.
- Nought out of two.
- You mean, if it wasn't for him? - No.
Well, who knows? Can't we just be friends? You can forget about Lawrence.
Uncle Len walked in on him and your stepmother and he wasn't painting her.
- Shall I be mother? - Thank you.
I do love her, you know.
It's not just about Sex? I keep thinking about what the vicar said about people knowing, and I got a very strange look in the newsagent's from Mrs Whale.
Well, she's got wind of things.
The only reason Mr Goldworthy knew about his wife and the Gl was when he heard Mrs Whale mention the nylon stockings and the chewing gum.
I'll have to leave, for Anne's sake.
That's very brave.
Yes, well, I'll soon be over it.
You won't.
Not for a long while.
Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? Hardly ever, young man.
I'll tell the vicar now.
- He won't be back from his calls yet.
- Nor will he.
There is something I could do for you, Miss Marple.
If you'd like.
Mr Redding in the study.
It's the right decision.
Have you told her? - I need to find the words.
- You will.
Well, you're very trusting.
I'm not that sure of myself.
I'll clear out the shed.
Thank you for letting me set up in there.
- That was Griselda.
- I never did finish her painting.
You're a very lucky man.
Look after her for me, won't you? Anne, I mean.
Et maintenant Maintenant qu'est-ce qu'on fait? Sois patient.
Je dois penser.
Ah, Mary.
Erm, old Mr Abbott over at Lower Farm, his neighbour's telephoned to say he's poorly again, so I won't be back by 6:15.
Apologise to Colonel Protheroe and ask him to wait for me.
I'll be as nice as I can.
I can still see it now, his first day in the village.
'It was one of those moments when you know that nothing will ever be the same again.
He reminded me of what might have been .
.
in the days when I still hoped for happiness.
There can be happiness in acceptance, you know, of what can't change.
Can there? Thank you, Jane.
What for? For not judging me.
- He'll be late.
- Oh, it's all right.
- I'll wait.
- You'll have to, won't you? Oh, thank you.
There's a sweet little crested wren that likes this side of the woods.
Did Lawrence mention the future at all? I'll go, I'll go.
St Mary Mead 235.
It was for me.
- For you? - I'mwanted at the vicarage.
Sorry.
Bonsoir, Monsieur le Professeur.
Ah, bonsoir, madame.
A beautiful evening for walking, no? If only I could.
Oh.
Goodbye, Mr Redding.
Bonsoir, madame.
Ou est-ce que tu as ete? Oh, une petite promenade, c'est tout.
- If you're going back now, may I join you? - Yes.
Thank you.
A large one.
I've had a hell of a day.
Good evening, Mary.
- Wait in the study with the colonel.
- He's here? He is.
Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths.
Guide me in your truth and teach me.
Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths.
Guide me in your truth and teach me.
What must I do? What must I do? Did you want to see me again? Mr Redding? - How's Mr Abbott? - Convalescing in Bournemouth.
Someone's idea of a joke.
No, no.
No.
Detective Inspector Slack.
Leonard Clement.
I'm the vicar.
The collar's a clue.
Is the doctor here? Yes.
Len, what's going on? HaIf an hour, at a guess.
Certainly no more than 30 minutes before my examination.
Which was when? Well, the vicar found him at just gone quarter to seven.
I'm only down the road Say I got here at ten to.
Almost spot on.
Time of death about 6:20, then.
Better than almost.
Give the man a coconut.
"Dear Vicar, I'm afraid I cannot wait for you any longer, but must" - That's it.
- Pistol? Yes.
Are these always open? Usually, in this weather.
So, the vicar's called away with a bogus message, murderer comes in through the garden.
Victim writing a note with back turned.
That's how and when.
Just why and who? The lady in the cottage with a view of the back here - Miss Marple? - I need to interview her.
Would you tag along? These old maids tend to get nervous.
If you're not quite sure of something I'll wait until you have a little think.
Did you see anyone enter the vicarage around 20 past six? Yes.
Mrs Protheroe.
Is that when you think he was killed? It looks like it.
How's your hearing? It's excellent.
So you would have heard a gun fired from the vicarage? It's hard to say.
I did hear a shot about 6:30 in the woods, I thought, which is not unusual, but Whether one could tell the difference What about this artist, Mr Redding? Well, he looked terribly shocked.
I assumed he'd discovered the body.
Of course, he and the colonel He'd been painting Lettice - in a bathing suit.
Oh, avant-garde.
Is that the term? I don't believe it.
What? At the vicarage? - Yes, ma'am.
- Anne? Lucius is dead.
Is it really true, Mr Hawes? - I heard it at the station.
- Yes.
I'm on my way to the vicarage.
- Was there much blood? - How would I know that? No.
Do you think it was a crime of passion? After all, Mrs Protheroe and Mr Redding Fornication always has consequences, but I don't think we should jump to conclusions.
The colonel was not much liked by anyone, was he? No.
I'm afraid not.
Of course, his appointment with the vicar was hardly a secret.
Are there any secrets in St Mary Mead? Lots.
Yet.
I hope.
I want to talk to someone.
- When was this? - Didn't Mary hear anything? Her wireless was turned up full blast as usual.
No.
Wait till I get there.
She did hear the colonel sneeze very loudly.
Who's speaking to him? I'll be right there.
That's how, when and who.
Now for why Lawrence Redding just walked into the station and confessed, and he's brought the murder weapon.
Good night.
Old Hall.
It is terrible.
We will leave on the afternoon train, of course.
Has the police an idea of who could do this thing? I have.
It's the police, madam.
Excuse me.
No, Inspector, he can't.
He I can't Why does Inspector Slack think the coloneI was shot at 20 past six? He'd started writing a note to vicar saying he couldn't wait - He'd put the time on it.
- Had he? And the clock stopped at just gone 6:20.
He knocked it off the desk when he took the bullet.
Oh, dear.
I'm afraid I must put a cat amongst the Inspector's pigeons.
He was going on and on about his daughter, which was just her silly little crush, so I told him it was his wife he had to worry about, just to shut him up.
Then he really started.
I thought about what I was leaving her to and I shot him.
The Chief Constable sends his regards.
Isn't that lovely? I have been of some assistance to him from time to time.
He said.
It's the clock.
I happen to know Mrs Clement put it a quarter of an hour fast on Sunday to improve the vicar's punctuality.
Well, wonderful.
Did it work? - Yes.
- I'm glad to hear it.
So, either it was really five past six when it stopped, before the colonel even arrived for his appointment, or the murderer moved the hands back to match the time on the note.
It still fits - the artistic touch.
But Mr Redding was in the lane at 20 past six.
- I saw him.
- You may well have done, Miss Marple, but he killed the colonel at 6.
45.
Mary let him in.
- The vicar saw him leave.
- 6:45? But I only examined at ten to.
And told me that he'd died - within the last 30 minutes.
- At the most, I said.
6:20 or a little before, yes.
6:306.
40 at a pinch, but if Redding says he shot him at 6:45, he's lying.
And doctors are never wrong? I've got a confession.
If the bullet killing the colonel doesn't match Redding's gun, I'll eat my handcuffs.
Sometimes, the simple explanation is the right one.
Last night's wasn't.
I'll have someone see you out.
If he was shot at a quarter to seven, why had he stopped in the middle of a sentence at 20 past six? - Anne - I have to telephone the police.
I'd like someone with me.
- I killed him.
- What time? Miss Marple saw me going at about 20 past six.
I just I just hated him so much, I shot him.
With? His old service revolver He always kept it loaded and I took it.
- Anne, you didn't have a gun.
- It was in my bag.
You didn't have a bag.
There was nowhere else it could have been, not in that dress St Mary Mead 23 Yes, speaking.
Is that definite? Right.
I don't like my time wasted, Mrs Protheroe.
The bullet that killed your husband was fired from Mr Redding's gun.
- But he did it for me.
- He didn't do it for anyone.
I released him half an hour ago.
He just happened to be carrying his gun which I don't believe.
And more important, and something that you didn't think of, if the coloneI was shot at a quarter to seven, why did he stop the note like that at 6:20? - Oh, yes.
- Hm-hm.
Er - But if it was his gun - We'll find out.
He thinks I'm arresting you for murder.
- Anne! - Lawrence! Sealed with a loving kiss? It's to my Frank.
Is he allowed to receive letters when he's not breaking rocks? He ain't doing hard labour.
Who would have thought it, though? Mr Redding.
Such a nice young man.
Nice enough to keep a gun in the house? I blame that Mrs Protheroe.
The way she swans around.
You'd think she was in a magazine, the look of her.
She put Mr Redding up to it, if you ask me.
Excuse me.
My football pools.
You never know.
I only just missed out on £1,000 last week.
Money is the root of all evil.
I'd give it space in my garden.
Bye.
Oh, I'd better I don't want to speak out of turn, especially if it wasn't anything.
The police have released Lawrence.
- Mr Redding.
- Have they? Then, I wonder This must be so unsettling for you.
I can't bear it.
I was on my way to the church, Mrs Clement.
Shall we pray together? ErmI-I need to find Mr Charlesworth before he closes for lunch.
I need some of those Oh, whatever you call them! Good and sharp.
Mrs Protheroe was only out of sight for 30 seconds at most then she went into the shed.
Mr Redding joined her from the lane.
He told me he was saying goodbye to her, leaving the village She must have been terribly upset.
They stayed there for ten minutes or so.
The church clock struck a half hour.
They came out again, meeting Monsieur Dufosse, who appeared from the footpath to Old Hall.
Then his granddaughter arrived.
- Dufosse? - Mm.
Guests of the Protheroes.
You don't keep it shut away? Yes, yes, I know, I know I should.
Mrs Tarrant who mucks me out is always telling me off about that, and I never lock up during the day.
Did you recognise When was the last time you saw the gun before it turned up in the study? Ermthe day before yesterday.
Did you recognise the voice Wouldn't you prefer to rest your ankle, Miss Marple? No, thank you.
Did you recognise the voice on the telephone? No.
It just said to come straight over to the vicarage if I didn't want Lucius to find out about us.
- A man or woman? - A woman.
I think.
It did sound quite faint as if someone was holding the receiver away from them.
- So it could have been a man.
- Well spotted, Vicar.
- Who knew you were at Miss Marple's? - No one.
Someone must have seen me arrive.
Erwatching me.
My husband's dead.
I So, you came through the garden, and up to the French windows and then what happened? Yes, they were open, but I didn't hear any voices.
I looked in and no-one was here, so I went up to the shed to see if I could find Lawrence.
No-one here? That's impossible.
Did you come right in? No.
I justpopped my head in.
Ah.
It's the biggest aspidistra in the world.
If the coloneI was here at the desk you wouldn't have seen him alive or dead.
Sit down.
A drink at the Blue Boar then you returned to see the vicar again about your situation, and then what? The authorised version this time.
I came in.
He was dead.
I saw my gun.
I thought that Anne had finally had enough so I picked it up - and I left.
- And you confessed to protect her.
And you returned the favour because you thought he'd done it.
Very love's young dream.
I bet you two are down the Odeon every Friday.
Tell your guests I need to speak to them.
Don't think about leaving this village until I say so.
Go.
Erm Sorry.
Excuse me.
You don't like Mr Clement, do you? Nothing personal.
Vicars in generalremind me of marriage.
- Ahof course.
- Of course what? Miss Hartnell's cousin's maid is just walking out with a butcher's boy from Melchester who delivers to your mother-in-Law.
Mrs Slack has been staying with her for a little holiday, I gather.
A little two-month six-day holiday, so far.
- Oh, dear.
- Hm.
Of course I've only got Mr Clement's word about the bogus call.
Surely you don't suspect him? - Erm - May I? Please.
6:20.
"I'm afraid I cannot wait for you any longer.
" The colonel wasnot the most patient of men, but the vicar would only have been five minutes late at 20 past six.
Mary had warned him he wouldn't be on time when she showed him in.
Hm.
6:20.
The ink isdon't you think, blue-black, rather than blue? Yes, and the writing's smaller.
Mm.
Thank you, Miss Marple.
That means he could have been shot after 6:20, and then the murderer put that onto the note and then altered the clock .
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to the time when Mrs Protheroe came here in answer to her anonymous telephone call.
And Mr Redding's gun as the murder weapon.
I think they were beinger .
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set up as pasties.
Patsiesit is.
Mm.
Thank you, Inspector.
Sorry.
Sorry, I'll come back.
I was looking for some You're exactly where he was killed, aren't you? How horrible.
Do you know who did it? Not yet, no.
"'Vengeance is mine.
I will repay,' saith the Lord.
" Well, someone beat the Lord to it.
I need some water.
For my medicine.
But supposing he was killed at 6:30? That would tie in with the shot that you heard.
If it was from here.
You're sure the only person you saw come in was Mrs Protheroe at 6:20? Through the garden, certainly but I can't see the French windows from my cottage.
and the woods come right up on this side.
It would be a scramble, but if one was determined or if one came in through the hall.
The colonel was deaf, so they could creep up behind him.
The hall? No, no cos Mary would have let them in the front door.
Hasn't she told you it's often left open? Mary! Is this wise? You're not exactly green-fingered.
Oh, don't fuss, darling! Trust me.
Pass those scissory things, would you? Len? Sorry.
Thank you.
Ooh! WATCH YOUR WIFE CHAPTER 7 VERSE 2 - Oh! - Sorry to startle you, Lettice.
- You have my deepest sympathy.
- Oh.
Yes.
Mm.
Do you know you've got some paint on you? That's been there ages.
I must have it cleaned.
You haven't seen a yellow beret? - No.
- I'm sure I left it in here last week - when I came to see Dennis.
- I'm sorry.
You? Gardening? Well, I have to do something.
- What did you bring back yesterday? - Hm? - From London.
- Oh, yes, London.
- I couldn't find a thing I wanted.
- Not like you.
- Bye.
- Bye.
I had a man-to-man word with the photographer.
- He said he'd send me - Shh! Let me just look at you.
- He'll start clearing it out tomorrow.
- It's a shame.
He was on his way to getting me.
Don't you think? Was he? Oh, you silly man! Yes, he's charming, yes, he's like a breath of fresh air in the village yes, I was flattered, but no.
You are my husband, Len.
I would never deceive you.
Unless it was for the best.
There was a single bullet wound to the back of the head, which I concluded was the cause of death.
Did you fomarlly estimate the time of death, Dr Haydock? Between 6:20 or thereabouts and 6.
40 at the latest.
Thank you I showed him in at 6:15 and then went back to the kitchen.
He wasn't half looking pleased with himself though, like the cat that got the cream.
Then I heard him give a blooming great sneeze about five minutes after, and the next time I see him, - he was dead.
- Very well, Miss Hill.
Step down.
Did you know the colonel sent her young man to prison? Frank Tarrant.
Lastly, Mrs Protheroe, can you think of anyone who might have wished your husband harm? No.
No-one at all, I'm afraid.
- Thank you.
- Although -Yes? - On Monday in Melchester High Street, he was nearly hit by a motorcycle.
Are you suggesting this was deliberate? It didn't seem so at the time.
I just thought I should mention it.
I find that the deceased Colonel Lucius Alexander Protheroe, was murdered by a person or persons unknown.
Did you wonder about the motorbike? It was just going too fast, I thought.
He did come very close, though.
He or she.
One couldn't tell.
By the way, when the colonel stayed late in Melchester on Tuesday afternoon, - what was he doing? - Meeting Mrs Ross-Harkins, I think.
- Hermione? The bishop's wife, and his fellow magistrate too.
Inspector, please find out who did this.
If someone tried to make it look as if Well, they must hate Lawrence and me very much, and er Well, I'm scared.
Wait.
Oh.
This was outside the French windows.
No one at the vicarage smokes.
- Dennis sneaking a crafty one? - Sniff.
French.
Young men on leave a long time ago they'd bring them back from France.
When Monsieur Dufosse appeared on the footpath, I wonder if he'd only just turned into it from the woods.
Look, it's easy to imagine all kinds of things after the event, - but the simple fact is - Murder is never simple.
We would be foolish, stupid, to ignore any possibility.
We? Did I say that? So sorry.
I don't know whether to buy her a box of chocs or kick away her stick.
I'd prefer the chocolates.
How marvellous that you're not in black.
It's so dreary.
- Should I know you? - I want you to.
- Who are you? - Ah.
"Who is Sylvia? What is she?" Let's have a little chat.
I made a walk along the footpath.
It is very beautiful.
Did you go into the woods, Mr Dufosse? No.
Footpath only.
When do you go back to France? We have missed the good connection now.
Tomorrow by the first train.
I might need to get in touch with you.
What's this magazine of yours called? You'll have to spell it.
And the bishop and his wife get back tomorrow? Would you please be kind to ask Hermione to telephone me as soon as they get back to Melchester? Jane Marple.
It might, yes.
Very important indeed.
Anne gets the hall.
But you can set up on your own.
I'll help you look for somewhere.
- He's only been dead two days.
- So? You hated him.
- The killer did you a favour.
- Dennis! - It's true.
- I'm going in.
Why did you tell Miss Marple you lost your beret? - You had it at tennis.
- Were you listening? And you left before we finished the game.
And you went soon after.
The gardener told me.
Yes.
But you don't think I could have killed your father.
You don't think I care enough about you.
- I know who did it.
- There you are.
Two birds, one stone.
Perhaps you could tell me where you both were on Tuesday evening.
Together.
We played tennis.
Then we went for a walk.
In the woods.
Yes, the woods, rolling around over towards Much Benham.
It was a smashing evening.
Wasn't it? Hello, Tony? It's Joan Hargreaves.
I need a favour.
Is your place anywhere near St Mary Mead? I left the ledgers on the desk so you'd have them to hand when the colonel arrived.
You don't think themurderer took them? No.
I expect Mary's been moving things.
Were they all in order, by the way? Mrs Price-Ridley's pound note was counted in with the jumble sale money.
I went back over the last six months and everything balances.
As we knew it would.
"Lust bringeth forth sin and sin bringeth forth death.
" II can't stay in here.
I don't know what to do.
Suddenly, we just seem sodistant.
What would you like to do? Oh Walk away, just the two of us into a crisp and snowy morning.
Then paint it.
The sneeze that Mary heard that could have been the murderer, couldn't it? And Anne was there.
I just hope she's safe.
He is early, your friend.
Good.
Bonjour.
The magazine you work for went out of business before war.
Now, what have you got? The silver? My grandson, Henri.
He would have been my husband.
We met in 1943.
- He was in the Resistance.
- And you, Miss Hargreaves? Special Operations.
I was dropped into France, working with Henri and his crew.
- The colonel? - He commanded a desk in London.
Il a trahi Henri.
- He betrayed him.
- He betrayed my grandson.
Protheroe's section was responsible for supplying the whole of our region, weapons, detonators and so on.
Early in'44, he had to organise a money drop tens of thousands of francs in cash.
Henri and I waited at the rendezvous he'd given us, but the plane went over and dropped the canister a mile away.
- Why? - The rendezvous was false.
The money was picked up by a man called Lacombe, one of our group, who had known Protheroe before the war.
It was simple greed.
After the war, they divided it between them.
Lacombe and the colonel.
Lacombe made a confession to me, last year when he was dying That's the proof: bank transfers, statements Lacombe's instructions.
What happened to Henri? Lacombe had tipped off the Germans and they came for us.
I escaped.
- He did not.
- He was tortureduntil death.
My grandson.
- I'm very sorry.
- And so am I.
So am I.
I'll tell you the truth.
I had to kill that son of a bitch, the colonel! Because of him.
And so, I got my pistol, I went to the woods, up to the vicarage, through the French windows and into the study.
- Ah - Yes, Mr Dufosse? I was too late.
I was too damn late! He was dead.
- Are you saying? - I'm saying he was already dead.
Thankfully.
You're quite good at this.
- I've had to learn - Oh So,if what he told you is true, the colonel was dead by 6:30 when Monsieur Dufosse joined the others.
Only just, if the shot you heard was the murder.
- Do you believe him? - Yes.
But the interesting thing is what Monsieur Dufosse saw in the study.
He described the gun as having a long barrel, you know, like the old Wild West ones? And he thought the note was a good half page long, not just a couple of lines.
That is interesting.
I don't know how reliable he is, though.
He had just come in out of bright sunlight .
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and he is getting on.
You've missed a bit.
The note Have you shown it to Mrs Protheroe? No, actually.
She's at the vicarage now, I believe.
Funeral arrangements.
Neither is in his writing, not the time or the words.
I don't understand.
You're not alone at this stage of the investigation.
Do you have any examples of the colonel's handwriting? Yes, of course.
I found it yesterday under the desk.
It's not Griselda's.
It's Anne's.
- Should I give it to the Inspector? - No.
Not just yet.
Sir, can I have a word? How very unpleasant.
The verse? "To avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife "and let every woman have her own husband.
" The motorbike was stolen in the morning and dumped soon after the incident.
Such acrude and uncertain way of killing someone, - unless it was just meant to frighten him.
- I, er I must get on with my visiting.
I cansee myself out.
We'll get back to Mrs Protheroe.
Hello, Miss Marple.
I was thinking about leaving this one.
I might come back and finish it one day.
When do you go? I don't know.
Tomorrow or the next day.
As soon as I can clean out the cottage.
Back to London? I was thinking about Ireland.
Put some real distance between us.
You'll find a new life in time.
- But Anne won't, will she? - I'll do my best for her.
She's a good friend.
Thank you.
Thank you for everything.
You've been crying? Pot and kettle, dear.
I have some things to discuss.
Not very clever to use your scented notepaper.
Where are people's standards? That's what worries me.
This young man Mrs Clement was seen with in Melchester Miss Hartnell said he was rather handsome and he gave her flowers.
I'm sure there's an innocent explanation, but even so, really, Marjorie I'm so ashamed, Jane.
What would Bruce think of me? And Andrew? That you sometimes get very lonely.
- Yes.
- And Anne Protheroe's standards Of course, you weren't to know the colonel had been murdered when you telephoned her at my cottage, but even so, it put her in a difficult position when she went over there.
That wasn't me! - When's the funeral? - Tuesday afternoon.
Ah.
I'm in London all morning.
I hope the trains are better than last Tuesday.
- I had to cadge a lift back.
- The day of the murder? Chaos.
Not a single train to St Mary Mead the whole afternoon.
Every time we tell a lie .
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we are offending God.
"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
Who can know it?" Well, God can.
He sees into our hearts and searches them, to give every man according to his ways and according to the fruit of his doings.
Let us, then, keep our hearts pure so we may say with Paul, "I have lived in all good conscience before God.
" - Oh, bad luck.
- It wasn't luck.
Someone stabbed my tyre.
Such a violent thing to do.
With everything that's been going on, I'm I'm terrified, Mr Redding.
Well, I'll walk you to your digs if you'd like.
- Oh, yes, please.
Would you? - Bless you.
Thank you.
Yes? I want to live in all good conscience.
May I introduce you to my mother? I know.
I know I'm not a good advertisement for motherhood.
I don't want an advertisement.
Why did the colonel divorce you, may I ask? I had atiny, tiny fling.
I like parties and people, but Lucius wanted to clip my wings.
He offered me an allowance in return In return for never seeing me again.
- Until now.
- It's taken me six years since my second husband died to get my courage up.
Dutch courage, mostly.
I'm not very proud of myself.
You're here now, Mother.
I thought you were dead.
Never mind the hearts and flowers.
Look, when Protheroe came to your room We have a witness.
Were you trying to blackmail him? Lord, no! I'm very well set up.
No.
I just told him I wanted to see lovely daughter Lettice.
She's going to reform me.
- You're all I've got.
- She sees me in a cottage, baking jam and knittingthings.
As long as we can have an occasional cruise, dear.
Lettice may I have a private word? - It's Anne's.
- It was under the desk where your father was murdered.
I knew it was her.
Tell the police.
Did you put it there when you were pretending to look for your beret? She wasn't wearing those earrings on the day of the murder.
- Wasn't she? - Oh, Lettice, it's me.
All right, but I don't see what difference it makes, Miss Marple.
She killed him somehow so she could get her hands on Lawrence.
- Lettice - What? The red paint on your dress was new, wasn't it? You'd just been in the shed.
So? I heard you all coming and I had to hide.
I must have brushed against something.
It was magenta, anyway.
The colour of passion, Lawrence says.
You know, Hermione, I'll have to tell the police.
Thank you, dear.
When the colonel kept his appointment at the vicarage, he had just learnt that Mr Hawes left his last parish under a cloud.
The bishop kept it from the vicar to give him another chance - What had he done? - Fiddled the accounts.
Ronnie's tried to kill himself.
Dr Haydock's there and he's found a statement from Colonel Protheroe accusing him - Accusing him of stealing? - Yes.
I owe you a box of chocs.
Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? Hardly ever.
Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? Hardly ever, young man.
How clever! How wicked! The gas was full on, and that much sedative would have put him to sleep quickly.
Another few minutes and he would have cheated the hangman.
"Note of conversation today regarding Ronald Hawes curate of St Mary Mead.
Previous embezzlement of funds" It's all here.
Monsieur Dufosse said the note he saw was longer.
The accounts.
He told me he'd left them in the study.
Lawrence Redding can tell us his state of mind.
The landlady said he came in with him and stayed talking.
- Running well now, isn't she? - Ooh.
I've got it, Inspector.
Lettice was right.
Anne Protheroe did kill her husband.
Anne and Lawrence Redding.
They made themselves the obvious suspects by ensuring their secret was out, knowing that if their plan worked They would later appear above suspicion Oh! I forgot you were coming.
Which, of course, he had not, and Anne Protheroe chose the Toby Jug just for a change Mr Redding wasn't trying to run the colonel down He knew it would help them muddy the waters when Anne mentioned it at the inquest.
- Bloody fool! - Oh! They were making sure I'd be a captive audience for their little charade in a ringside seat He must have had his gun with him then and a silencer Monsieur Dufosse, remember, spoke of a long barrel.
Mr Redding in the study.
It's the right decision.
- Have you told her? - I need to find the words.
Then, he made two telephone calls, the first to get the vicar out of the way by pretending to be Mr Abbot's neighbour Mary, old Mr Abbot at Lower Farm his neighbour's telephoned to say he's very poorly again.
The second to my cottage.
St Mary Mead 235.
We're all set, darling.
It was for me.
Sorry.
She knew I'd see she couldn't possibly have a gun with her when she went into the vicarage at 20 past six Which was when you shot your husband.
"Coffee and cake," you said, when you telephoned.
Where's Lawrence.
Under arrest by now.
The loud sneeze that Mary heard at 6:20 was your silenced pistol Mr Redding, fired by Mrs Protheroe.
The shot at 6:30 had me puzzled, until Miss Marple found what she did.
It didn't come from the woods or from the house It came from the shed.
So she goes off with the Dufosses and you go to the Blue Boar A large one.
I've had a hell of a day.
Then you return to the vicarage on the pretext of seeing Mr Clement again knowing he wouldn't be back from his wild-goose chase.
Wait in the study with the colonel.
- He's here? - He is.
You remove the murder weapon and leave a forged note with deliberate mistakes.
Different handwriting in different inks on vicarage notepaper you'd taken previously.
A shock to find a statement from the colonel but it might come in useful You reset the clock knowing it was fast all to make us think Mrs Protheroe was being falsely implicated in her husband's murder And the colonel's statement did come in useful last night, didn't it? As you now had evidence of a motive, enough to frame Mr Hawes for the murder.
Oh, bad luck.
"Calm down, Ronnie.
I'll mix your medicine" and turn on the gas as you drift away and leave the colonel's note by the body.
But murder, Anne? For a stranger who reminded you of what might have been? He wasn't a stranger.
But I was right when I said that nothing was ever the same again It was Lawrence who didn't come back from the fighting except that he did four years after he'd been reported dead, and by then, I was Mrs Protheroe.
He found you? He was too decent to try when he heard I'd married.
I found him.
A magazine article about the rising young artist back from the dead.
What did we do wrong? You ask me that? What mistake did we make? When you came out of the shed with him you were the same woman.
You hadn't said goodbye forever to the man you loved.
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You could tell that? - You think I've never I lost someone in the war .
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who got a medal for dying.
His wife will have cherished it.
His wife? Easier for you, then, Jane.
He was dead.
You didn't have to choose between right and wrong.
When you volunteered, darling you made a choice to do your duty.
- Yes.
- I've had to make a choice too.
I've chosen to do my duty.
Come back safe, but for your wife, not for me.
Jane Please, if I can't come back for you, then there's Jane! Jane! Lawrence! Lawrence! It's the apricot chutney with fish stew that gave me inkling When did you find out? My cousin called this morning to confirm it.
Of course! He's that doctor in Melchester, isn't he? Rather a handsome young man.
I didn't want to see Dr Haydock.
Well, you know village gossip.
And I wanted to be sure first.
She told me she'd gone to London.
I never suspected a thing.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
iForgive us our trespasses.
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
Thank you, Captain, Mrs Ainsworth.
Can't I come to the station? I'm not that brave.
Oh, my darling Lizzie.
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No.
Oh, no.
Yes.
Dennis Must you, on a Sunday? Sorry, Uncle Leonard, but she's playing up.
You can't go to church like that.
Oh, I'm not anyway.
This could be a long job.
- Mary! - She won't hear you.
Can't even boil an egg! She's all we can afford, you old misery.
You knew I couldn't cook when you married me.
And you knew I was old.
Look at the time! Oh.
- Morning, Miss Marple.
- Good morning.
How did you manage that, Griselda? He'll be early for once.
I shall tell you this evening, Jane.
And bring some your damson gin over It might take the edge off Mary's cooking.
The summer days are come again Once more the glad earth yields And deepening shade of summer woods And glow of summer air And winging thoughts and happy moods Of love and joy and prayer But every man is tempted when he is drawn away of his own lust and enticed.
Then, when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin, and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
Here endeth the lesson.
Stop wriggling, Lettice! - It's Letteece - Everyone calls you Lettice.
You're not everyone, Lawrence.
Behave.
Don't forget where you are.
Steady.
You should be on a calendar.
We could hang it in your father's study.
Oh, Lawrence.
Get an eyeful, creeping around? She's in her bathing suit.
Mr Redding's an artist.
It's like looking at a bowl of cherries for him.
Until she takes it off.
You've got an oily nose.
Last Sunday's collection in aid of the Church of England Missionary Society, a total of 18 shillinga 11 pences.
Well done, everybody.
- That can't be right.
- What? The society benefits enormously from the efforts we make.
I put in a pound to myself.
I have here a letter of thanks from the secretary.
Colonel Yes, Marjorie? - There's something wrong - What? Shh! - What? - Shh.
You are quite sure? I always put a pound note into the box on the anniversary of poor Bruce's passing.
I know, but perhaps this time Come on, Miss Marple! If Marjorie says she put a pound in then she did, so where's it gone? I thought you'd be straining at the leash to sniff out the culprit.
You do have a reputation to maintain.
My reputation, Colonel Protheroe, if I have one - how kind of you to suggest I do - is neither here nor there.
I merely wonder if it's too early to talk of culprits.
- Nonsense! - Lucius.
Anne, don't paw me.
Now, look.
I'm a church warden, and I was in intelligence.
I know when something smells fishy.
It could be the tip of the iceberg.
Vicar! Jane, shall we try the Toby Jug tomorrow just for a change? Good idea.
Where's Lettice this morning? - Mr Redding's painting her.
- On a Sunday? - Mm-hm.
- You don't think? He does have a way with him, but she's just a girl.
I'd plump for an older candidate if there is somebody.
Don't forget, ladies, tea and scandal tomorrow at 4:30.
- And I've invited Mrs Lester.
- I'm coming! Perhaps we'll find out a little more about her.
Something would be a start.
Fancy staying at the Blue Boar.
Not very homely for her.
Very well-stocked, if you take my meaning.
- Oh? - Tipsy at the jumble sale.
Why the dear vicar had to choose such a shallow wife and at his age too I expect to see a full set of parish accounts or I'm going to take this matter further.
Yes? Is that quite clear? - Yes.
- Tuesday.
Vicarage, 6:15 sharp.
I know what you mean.
Colonel, any news of your architectural sleuths? Yes, Dr Haydock.
They arrived last night.
They'll be taking photographs and making drawings.
Still One of the perils of owning an important house like Old Hall.
Good day, Doctor.
What a dreadful, dreadful man.
- I'll walk, Daddy.
- No.
Get in.
How's the portrait coming along? Perfectly well, thank you, Anne.
LetticeI thought he was painting you - in that pretty blue dress of yours.
- Yes but today he was just doing my hands so I didn't bother to wear it.
What have you got in there? Nothing.
Let me see.
Come.
I-It's more artistic.
There's art and there's smut! How dare he? And how dare you? Ssh, ssh.
Don't shout, for goodness' sake.
I'll fight my own battles.
Thank you, Anne.
I was thinking of our guests.
Good morning, Professor.
Do you have everything you need? Thank you, yes.
Your so charming daughter was most helpful.
Stepdaughter.
Ah, la Belle au Bois dormant, s'eveille.
Je m'excuse, grand-père.
Good morning.
Morning, mademoiselle.
Lunch will be at half past twelve.
My husband's very keen to hear about your research.
We are flattered, aren't we, Grandfather? Not as much as he is.
Permitting that sort of behaviour in your own garden, Vicar? No, no.
I mean it's it's utterly unacceptable.
Now, Mr Redding's telephone number, please.
Isn't it gorgeous? Nothing quite so beautiful as an English summer's evening.
For our hostess? How lovely! Not as lovely as that stuff, I hear.
Shall we? Oh, thank you.
Bless this food to our use and us to thy loving and faithful service nourished by the fruit of your earth and by the work of human hands.
May we render you true obedience, Lord and bend ourselves to thy will.
And make us ever needful of the minds of others.
Er, ever mindful of the needs of others.
Amen.
Amen.
Well, I can only apologise.
The colonel's always looking for an excuse to criticise.
I hope you're not painting Griselda in a bathing suit? Miss Marple, that's disgusting.
- Thank you.
- Certainly not.
But you must come to see it, Mr Clement.
It's at that very interesting stage.
- Like Dennis? - Oh, ha-ha.
- Pop over tomorrow, around teatime.
- I will.
- What is this, Mary? - Soup.
Does it have a name? "bis and bobs and odds and sods and the meat raion's been cut again" soup.
Sorry.
Sorry.
You're a bag of nerves this evening, Mr Hawes.
Not just tonight.
May I have a glass of water? Anyone else? No, thank you.
If it wasn't for my medicine, you see Don't worry, you can't catch nerves.
It's a wretched affliction I bear with God's grace.
Talking of wretched afflictions Ronnie, Colonel Protheroe on Tuesday.
Can you get the parish accounts into some sort of order? - I'll try.
- I could strangle Protheroe sometimes.
- May God forgive me.
- I'd stab him.
- I'd poison him.
- I'd shoot him.
- Use my gun.
- He's so rotten to Lettice.
- Aw.
- Just because he bought Old Hall, he thinks he's the local squire something.
You can't treat people like that now.
You're quite right.
And how would you do it, Miss Marple? I never speak lightly of murder, Mr Redding.
I hate to tempt fate.
Surely not in this lovely place? We're all very ordinary in St Mary Mead, but ordinary people sometimes do the most astonishing things - Do you really have a pistol? - Somewhere.
It's German.
- I liberated it.
- Were you wonderfully brave? Very well-trained, but scared to death.
I'll clear in five minutes.
Fish and turnip stew-mostly turnip.
Oh, bring the apricot chutney, will you? St Mary Mead vicarage.
No, Frankie, I can't.
But you'lI have your mum there.
Who's the magistrate? That'll be two-quid fine at least How are we ever going to save up to get a I am very sorry but you have mistook a wrong number.
I forbid you to see him again! He was only painting me.
I wish he were doing something else stupid the fuss you're making.
- Don't be common! - Well, don't be horrid, then.
You've driven the Dufosses to bed because your foul mood.
- Well, you blood can go too! - Gladly.
- Sit down.
We haven't finished.
- Good night, Lucius.
There are those who take a romantic view of poaching, Tarrant.
I do not.
- This time, you'll go to prison.
- Sir, you can't, sir! - All right, Mum.
- Madam, sit down.
- 28 days.
- I'll lose my job, you old bastard.
St Mary Mead vicarage.
It's not fair! - Mary? I - 'm going out! It's not just the difference in our ages, Jane.
The vicar and his wife are perfectly happy.
They'd be happier with a child, I think.
It would be their own.
Lettice was two when her mother died.
By the time I married Lucius, she was too old to think of me as anything other than the wicked stepmother.
I get on her nerves, and .
.
I'm afraid she gets on mine.
That makes him angry - even angrier than normal.
Might you have a child of your own one day? No.
Thatside of things has dwindled rather.
Completely.
I need tenderness, Jane.
And that's just not in his nature.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Oh, we all have to get things off our chest occasionally.
Still I married him for a kind of certainty.
We all wanted certainty after the war, didn't we? I must settle for what I've got.
- Make do and mend? - Make do.
And at least there once was someone tender, but he didn't come back from the fighting.
Jane, I knew you'd come.
- I had to.
- Oh, my darling.
There's our lift We'd better not keep him waiting.
Bloody fool! Help me! Are you hurt? No.
Oh! - Yes.
- Caught her ankle.
Oh I'm so terribly sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
It has to support the sprain.
I have a stick in the car.
You might be able to hobble by tomorrow.
I don't want to be a hobbler, Dr Haydock.
Shall I make some tea? Apparently, that won't be necessary.
It seems tea and scandal are coming to us.
I am lost.
The small drawing room with the Flemish tapestry and the magnificent ceiling? Two down on the other side.
That's my father's study.
- Heard me, then? - How could I not, Dennis? - Want to go for a ride? - On that thing? - Last year, we - I was 16 and it was fun.
Well, I haven't seen Lawrence Redding in a sports car.
He would if he had the money and he'd look so wonderfullymature.
See you tomorrow for tennis? Oh, yes, tennis with Dennis.
How did he get on? A month inside.
Protheroe.
Mr Redding, you should shut this away.
Probably.
Here's one for you next time you're in the Blue Boar.
You sure you don't want me to start locking up when I go? This is the heart of England, Mrs T.
Besides, lock up the house and you lock out love.
Oh, my Lord! In her bathing suit? The colonel won't have liked that from what I've seen.
Looks like he's got a poker up his bum.
At least one.
Will you be staying long in St Mary Mead, Mrs Lester? Sylvia, please.
- I shall have to see.
- We're not too quiet for you? Like a millpond.
But a change is as good as a rest.
A changefrom whatexactly? My helter-skelter life, Miss Hartnell.
If you'll excuse me, I must I must see how Griselda's portrait is coming along.
I do hope you like it, darling.
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
- Good afternoon, Vicar.
- Goodbye.
And what are you wearing for Mr Redding? Just my dignity, Mrs Price-Ridley, and a pink feather boa.
Really, Griselda! I think I'll just refresh the pot.
Now, who'd like a stiffener in their Darjeeling? Oh, I - Vicar - No I'd forgotten you were coming.
Is he doing Mrs Protheroe too? Quite a busy boy with his brush.
She offered to come to London, but Well, I came here to get away from it and Well, Anne wouldn't be suited to the the madness of my life there.
And I wouldn't want her to be.
I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of being wild.
You're quite wild enough for us.
I just feel that I've let you all down.
I've been happier in St Mary Mead than I've ever been in my life.
Even my work's better, I think.
- That's certainly less wild.
- But you must end it.
- I can't.
- Then you should consider leaving.
Think of her reputation.
You are the only one who knows.
Yet.
You only have to sneeze in this village for someone to-- Miss Bourne's here about next week's flowers.
Oh, she's late.
That's not like her.
Please, please think about what I've said.
Old Hall.
Good evening.
Yes, he is.
Who shall I say? I'll have to give a name, madam.
RESIDENTS ONLY What do you want, Sylvia? To tell you something, and see that stiff upper lip wobble as if you were facing a firing squad.
Last cigarette? Blindfold? Bang.
- I'll manage the stairs by tomorrow.
- Dressing gown? Yes, please.
How was the portrait? A brief viewing? You saw.
I'm afraid we all did.
Griselda was horrified when I told her.
If Protheroe finds out Now, I know he's a brute, but Anne married him, and I believe in the sanctity of marriage.
I'm so lucky.
She could have had anyone.
She chose you.
It's been the best three years of my life.
Here we are.
Hairbrush, mirror and book.
Is it a good read? Betcha life it is, padre.
Anything else from the dressing table? No.
Beautiful.
A perfect example for this period.
Indeed.
When are you going to publish? Autumn is the next edition of our journal.
- Ah.
- It will be all English country houses.
- I will send you a copy from Paris.
- I'll make a note of it.
How is France now? France? And, well, what do you say? We are getting on our feet.
How was your war? Bad things happened.
And yours, Colonel? Unfortunately, I, er I am not at liberty to discuss my service.
- Lucius - Hmm? Ah.
Good day to you.
I'll be back on the 5:30.
I have a meeting with Mrs Ross-Harkins after court.
Don't forget the vicarage at a quarter past six.
Aren't there any sales in Melchester? London is London.
Well, don't buy too much.
There won't be too much! - Dennis is taking me.
- What? - Only to the station.
- Oh.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Oh, look at this scratch! - Well, what about my wheel? You weren't looking, you fool! Mind on other things, I dare say, like those accounts.
- What do you mean? - Well, we'll see what I mean.
Just make sure the vicar has them for six fifteen.
It does have brakes, you know, this car Good God, woman! Thank you.
- Ah, Mrs Clement.
- Colonel.
Melchester? London.
I trust your garden shed will shortly be restored to its proper purpose.
It has never had an improper purpose.
Clearly our standards are different.
Clearly, I'm glad to say.
I beg your pardon? Why are you so dreadful to Len? He's a good, honest man who tries to set an example of Christian charity.
Perhaps charity can begin too close to home.
Return to Melchester, please.
Mr Redding ran after the vicar and Mrs Protheroe had her shoes off and I'm sure you could see her petticoat.
When I went to pay my paper bill this morning, Florrie Ranby said she wasn't at all surprised, and, of course, Miss Marple knew it was someone older.
The colonel read a most apt lesson on Sunday had he but known it: "When lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin.
" I have to put this right.
My parents want me to go to Kenya help them manage the farm.
You could try for university.
I would if I had something else to stay for.
Dennis Apart from anything well, you know Daddy, money or prospects.
- Nought out of two.
- You mean, if it wasn't for him? - No.
Well, who knows? Can't we just be friends? You can forget about Lawrence.
Uncle Len walked in on him and your stepmother and he wasn't painting her.
- Shall I be mother? - Thank you.
I do love her, you know.
It's not just about Sex? I keep thinking about what the vicar said about people knowing, and I got a very strange look in the newsagent's from Mrs Whale.
Well, she's got wind of things.
The only reason Mr Goldworthy knew about his wife and the Gl was when he heard Mrs Whale mention the nylon stockings and the chewing gum.
I'll have to leave, for Anne's sake.
That's very brave.
Yes, well, I'll soon be over it.
You won't.
Not for a long while.
Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? Hardly ever, young man.
I'll tell the vicar now.
- He won't be back from his calls yet.
- Nor will he.
There is something I could do for you, Miss Marple.
If you'd like.
Mr Redding in the study.
It's the right decision.
Have you told her? - I need to find the words.
- You will.
Well, you're very trusting.
I'm not that sure of myself.
I'll clear out the shed.
Thank you for letting me set up in there.
- That was Griselda.
- I never did finish her painting.
You're a very lucky man.
Look after her for me, won't you? Anne, I mean.
Et maintenant Maintenant qu'est-ce qu'on fait? Sois patient.
Je dois penser.
Ah, Mary.
Erm, old Mr Abbott over at Lower Farm, his neighbour's telephoned to say he's poorly again, so I won't be back by 6:15.
Apologise to Colonel Protheroe and ask him to wait for me.
I'll be as nice as I can.
I can still see it now, his first day in the village.
'It was one of those moments when you know that nothing will ever be the same again.
He reminded me of what might have been .
.
in the days when I still hoped for happiness.
There can be happiness in acceptance, you know, of what can't change.
Can there? Thank you, Jane.
What for? For not judging me.
- He'll be late.
- Oh, it's all right.
- I'll wait.
- You'll have to, won't you? Oh, thank you.
There's a sweet little crested wren that likes this side of the woods.
Did Lawrence mention the future at all? I'll go, I'll go.
St Mary Mead 235.
It was for me.
- For you? - I'mwanted at the vicarage.
Sorry.
Bonsoir, Monsieur le Professeur.
Ah, bonsoir, madame.
A beautiful evening for walking, no? If only I could.
Oh.
Goodbye, Mr Redding.
Bonsoir, madame.
Ou est-ce que tu as ete? Oh, une petite promenade, c'est tout.
- If you're going back now, may I join you? - Yes.
Thank you.
A large one.
I've had a hell of a day.
Good evening, Mary.
- Wait in the study with the colonel.
- He's here? He is.
Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths.
Guide me in your truth and teach me.
Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths.
Guide me in your truth and teach me.
What must I do? What must I do? Did you want to see me again? Mr Redding? - How's Mr Abbott? - Convalescing in Bournemouth.
Someone's idea of a joke.
No, no.
No.
Detective Inspector Slack.
Leonard Clement.
I'm the vicar.
The collar's a clue.
Is the doctor here? Yes.
Len, what's going on? HaIf an hour, at a guess.
Certainly no more than 30 minutes before my examination.
Which was when? Well, the vicar found him at just gone quarter to seven.
I'm only down the road Say I got here at ten to.
Almost spot on.
Time of death about 6:20, then.
Better than almost.
Give the man a coconut.
"Dear Vicar, I'm afraid I cannot wait for you any longer, but must" - That's it.
- Pistol? Yes.
Are these always open? Usually, in this weather.
So, the vicar's called away with a bogus message, murderer comes in through the garden.
Victim writing a note with back turned.
That's how and when.
Just why and who? The lady in the cottage with a view of the back here - Miss Marple? - I need to interview her.
Would you tag along? These old maids tend to get nervous.
If you're not quite sure of something I'll wait until you have a little think.
Did you see anyone enter the vicarage around 20 past six? Yes.
Mrs Protheroe.
Is that when you think he was killed? It looks like it.
How's your hearing? It's excellent.
So you would have heard a gun fired from the vicarage? It's hard to say.
I did hear a shot about 6:30 in the woods, I thought, which is not unusual, but Whether one could tell the difference What about this artist, Mr Redding? Well, he looked terribly shocked.
I assumed he'd discovered the body.
Of course, he and the colonel He'd been painting Lettice - in a bathing suit.
Oh, avant-garde.
Is that the term? I don't believe it.
What? At the vicarage? - Yes, ma'am.
- Anne? Lucius is dead.
Is it really true, Mr Hawes? - I heard it at the station.
- Yes.
I'm on my way to the vicarage.
- Was there much blood? - How would I know that? No.
Do you think it was a crime of passion? After all, Mrs Protheroe and Mr Redding Fornication always has consequences, but I don't think we should jump to conclusions.
The colonel was not much liked by anyone, was he? No.
I'm afraid not.
Of course, his appointment with the vicar was hardly a secret.
Are there any secrets in St Mary Mead? Lots.
Yet.
I hope.
I want to talk to someone.
- When was this? - Didn't Mary hear anything? Her wireless was turned up full blast as usual.
No.
Wait till I get there.
She did hear the colonel sneeze very loudly.
Who's speaking to him? I'll be right there.
That's how, when and who.
Now for why Lawrence Redding just walked into the station and confessed, and he's brought the murder weapon.
Good night.
Old Hall.
It is terrible.
We will leave on the afternoon train, of course.
Has the police an idea of who could do this thing? I have.
It's the police, madam.
Excuse me.
No, Inspector, he can't.
He I can't Why does Inspector Slack think the coloneI was shot at 20 past six? He'd started writing a note to vicar saying he couldn't wait - He'd put the time on it.
- Had he? And the clock stopped at just gone 6:20.
He knocked it off the desk when he took the bullet.
Oh, dear.
I'm afraid I must put a cat amongst the Inspector's pigeons.
He was going on and on about his daughter, which was just her silly little crush, so I told him it was his wife he had to worry about, just to shut him up.
Then he really started.
I thought about what I was leaving her to and I shot him.
The Chief Constable sends his regards.
Isn't that lovely? I have been of some assistance to him from time to time.
He said.
It's the clock.
I happen to know Mrs Clement put it a quarter of an hour fast on Sunday to improve the vicar's punctuality.
Well, wonderful.
Did it work? - Yes.
- I'm glad to hear it.
So, either it was really five past six when it stopped, before the colonel even arrived for his appointment, or the murderer moved the hands back to match the time on the note.
It still fits - the artistic touch.
But Mr Redding was in the lane at 20 past six.
- I saw him.
- You may well have done, Miss Marple, but he killed the colonel at 6.
45.
Mary let him in.
- The vicar saw him leave.
- 6:45? But I only examined at ten to.
And told me that he'd died - within the last 30 minutes.
- At the most, I said.
6:20 or a little before, yes.
6:306.
40 at a pinch, but if Redding says he shot him at 6:45, he's lying.
And doctors are never wrong? I've got a confession.
If the bullet killing the colonel doesn't match Redding's gun, I'll eat my handcuffs.
Sometimes, the simple explanation is the right one.
Last night's wasn't.
I'll have someone see you out.
If he was shot at a quarter to seven, why had he stopped in the middle of a sentence at 20 past six? - Anne - I have to telephone the police.
I'd like someone with me.
- I killed him.
- What time? Miss Marple saw me going at about 20 past six.
I just I just hated him so much, I shot him.
With? His old service revolver He always kept it loaded and I took it.
- Anne, you didn't have a gun.
- It was in my bag.
You didn't have a bag.
There was nowhere else it could have been, not in that dress St Mary Mead 23 Yes, speaking.
Is that definite? Right.
I don't like my time wasted, Mrs Protheroe.
The bullet that killed your husband was fired from Mr Redding's gun.
- But he did it for me.
- He didn't do it for anyone.
I released him half an hour ago.
He just happened to be carrying his gun which I don't believe.
And more important, and something that you didn't think of, if the coloneI was shot at a quarter to seven, why did he stop the note like that at 6:20? - Oh, yes.
- Hm-hm.
Er - But if it was his gun - We'll find out.
He thinks I'm arresting you for murder.
- Anne! - Lawrence! Sealed with a loving kiss? It's to my Frank.
Is he allowed to receive letters when he's not breaking rocks? He ain't doing hard labour.
Who would have thought it, though? Mr Redding.
Such a nice young man.
Nice enough to keep a gun in the house? I blame that Mrs Protheroe.
The way she swans around.
You'd think she was in a magazine, the look of her.
She put Mr Redding up to it, if you ask me.
Excuse me.
My football pools.
You never know.
I only just missed out on £1,000 last week.
Money is the root of all evil.
I'd give it space in my garden.
Bye.
Oh, I'd better I don't want to speak out of turn, especially if it wasn't anything.
The police have released Lawrence.
- Mr Redding.
- Have they? Then, I wonder This must be so unsettling for you.
I can't bear it.
I was on my way to the church, Mrs Clement.
Shall we pray together? ErmI-I need to find Mr Charlesworth before he closes for lunch.
I need some of those Oh, whatever you call them! Good and sharp.
Mrs Protheroe was only out of sight for 30 seconds at most then she went into the shed.
Mr Redding joined her from the lane.
He told me he was saying goodbye to her, leaving the village She must have been terribly upset.
They stayed there for ten minutes or so.
The church clock struck a half hour.
They came out again, meeting Monsieur Dufosse, who appeared from the footpath to Old Hall.
Then his granddaughter arrived.
- Dufosse? - Mm.
Guests of the Protheroes.
You don't keep it shut away? Yes, yes, I know, I know I should.
Mrs Tarrant who mucks me out is always telling me off about that, and I never lock up during the day.
Did you recognise When was the last time you saw the gun before it turned up in the study? Ermthe day before yesterday.
Did you recognise the voice Wouldn't you prefer to rest your ankle, Miss Marple? No, thank you.
Did you recognise the voice on the telephone? No.
It just said to come straight over to the vicarage if I didn't want Lucius to find out about us.
- A man or woman? - A woman.
I think.
It did sound quite faint as if someone was holding the receiver away from them.
- So it could have been a man.
- Well spotted, Vicar.
- Who knew you were at Miss Marple's? - No one.
Someone must have seen me arrive.
Erwatching me.
My husband's dead.
I So, you came through the garden, and up to the French windows and then what happened? Yes, they were open, but I didn't hear any voices.
I looked in and no-one was here, so I went up to the shed to see if I could find Lawrence.
No-one here? That's impossible.
Did you come right in? No.
I justpopped my head in.
Ah.
It's the biggest aspidistra in the world.
If the coloneI was here at the desk you wouldn't have seen him alive or dead.
Sit down.
A drink at the Blue Boar then you returned to see the vicar again about your situation, and then what? The authorised version this time.
I came in.
He was dead.
I saw my gun.
I thought that Anne had finally had enough so I picked it up - and I left.
- And you confessed to protect her.
And you returned the favour because you thought he'd done it.
Very love's young dream.
I bet you two are down the Odeon every Friday.
Tell your guests I need to speak to them.
Don't think about leaving this village until I say so.
Go.
Erm Sorry.
Excuse me.
You don't like Mr Clement, do you? Nothing personal.
Vicars in generalremind me of marriage.
- Ahof course.
- Of course what? Miss Hartnell's cousin's maid is just walking out with a butcher's boy from Melchester who delivers to your mother-in-Law.
Mrs Slack has been staying with her for a little holiday, I gather.
A little two-month six-day holiday, so far.
- Oh, dear.
- Hm.
Of course I've only got Mr Clement's word about the bogus call.
Surely you don't suspect him? - Erm - May I? Please.
6:20.
"I'm afraid I cannot wait for you any longer.
" The colonel wasnot the most patient of men, but the vicar would only have been five minutes late at 20 past six.
Mary had warned him he wouldn't be on time when she showed him in.
Hm.
6:20.
The ink isdon't you think, blue-black, rather than blue? Yes, and the writing's smaller.
Mm.
Thank you, Miss Marple.
That means he could have been shot after 6:20, and then the murderer put that onto the note and then altered the clock .
.
to the time when Mrs Protheroe came here in answer to her anonymous telephone call.
And Mr Redding's gun as the murder weapon.
I think they were beinger .
.
set up as pasties.
Patsiesit is.
Mm.
Thank you, Inspector.
Sorry.
Sorry, I'll come back.
I was looking for some You're exactly where he was killed, aren't you? How horrible.
Do you know who did it? Not yet, no.
"'Vengeance is mine.
I will repay,' saith the Lord.
" Well, someone beat the Lord to it.
I need some water.
For my medicine.
But supposing he was killed at 6:30? That would tie in with the shot that you heard.
If it was from here.
You're sure the only person you saw come in was Mrs Protheroe at 6:20? Through the garden, certainly but I can't see the French windows from my cottage.
and the woods come right up on this side.
It would be a scramble, but if one was determined or if one came in through the hall.
The colonel was deaf, so they could creep up behind him.
The hall? No, no cos Mary would have let them in the front door.
Hasn't she told you it's often left open? Mary! Is this wise? You're not exactly green-fingered.
Oh, don't fuss, darling! Trust me.
Pass those scissory things, would you? Len? Sorry.
Thank you.
Ooh! WATCH YOUR WIFE CHAPTER 7 VERSE 2 - Oh! - Sorry to startle you, Lettice.
- You have my deepest sympathy.
- Oh.
Yes.
Mm.
Do you know you've got some paint on you? That's been there ages.
I must have it cleaned.
You haven't seen a yellow beret? - No.
- I'm sure I left it in here last week - when I came to see Dennis.
- I'm sorry.
You? Gardening? Well, I have to do something.
- What did you bring back yesterday? - Hm? - From London.
- Oh, yes, London.
- I couldn't find a thing I wanted.
- Not like you.
- Bye.
- Bye.
I had a man-to-man word with the photographer.
- He said he'd send me - Shh! Let me just look at you.
- He'll start clearing it out tomorrow.
- It's a shame.
He was on his way to getting me.
Don't you think? Was he? Oh, you silly man! Yes, he's charming, yes, he's like a breath of fresh air in the village yes, I was flattered, but no.
You are my husband, Len.
I would never deceive you.
Unless it was for the best.
There was a single bullet wound to the back of the head, which I concluded was the cause of death.
Did you fomarlly estimate the time of death, Dr Haydock? Between 6:20 or thereabouts and 6.
40 at the latest.
Thank you I showed him in at 6:15 and then went back to the kitchen.
He wasn't half looking pleased with himself though, like the cat that got the cream.
Then I heard him give a blooming great sneeze about five minutes after, and the next time I see him, - he was dead.
- Very well, Miss Hill.
Step down.
Did you know the colonel sent her young man to prison? Frank Tarrant.
Lastly, Mrs Protheroe, can you think of anyone who might have wished your husband harm? No.
No-one at all, I'm afraid.
- Thank you.
- Although -Yes? - On Monday in Melchester High Street, he was nearly hit by a motorcycle.
Are you suggesting this was deliberate? It didn't seem so at the time.
I just thought I should mention it.
I find that the deceased Colonel Lucius Alexander Protheroe, was murdered by a person or persons unknown.
Did you wonder about the motorbike? It was just going too fast, I thought.
He did come very close, though.
He or she.
One couldn't tell.
By the way, when the colonel stayed late in Melchester on Tuesday afternoon, - what was he doing? - Meeting Mrs Ross-Harkins, I think.
- Hermione? The bishop's wife, and his fellow magistrate too.
Inspector, please find out who did this.
If someone tried to make it look as if Well, they must hate Lawrence and me very much, and er Well, I'm scared.
Wait.
Oh.
This was outside the French windows.
No one at the vicarage smokes.
- Dennis sneaking a crafty one? - Sniff.
French.
Young men on leave a long time ago they'd bring them back from France.
When Monsieur Dufosse appeared on the footpath, I wonder if he'd only just turned into it from the woods.
Look, it's easy to imagine all kinds of things after the event, - but the simple fact is - Murder is never simple.
We would be foolish, stupid, to ignore any possibility.
We? Did I say that? So sorry.
I don't know whether to buy her a box of chocs or kick away her stick.
I'd prefer the chocolates.
How marvellous that you're not in black.
It's so dreary.
- Should I know you? - I want you to.
- Who are you? - Ah.
"Who is Sylvia? What is she?" Let's have a little chat.
I made a walk along the footpath.
It is very beautiful.
Did you go into the woods, Mr Dufosse? No.
Footpath only.
When do you go back to France? We have missed the good connection now.
Tomorrow by the first train.
I might need to get in touch with you.
What's this magazine of yours called? You'll have to spell it.
And the bishop and his wife get back tomorrow? Would you please be kind to ask Hermione to telephone me as soon as they get back to Melchester? Jane Marple.
It might, yes.
Very important indeed.
Anne gets the hall.
But you can set up on your own.
I'll help you look for somewhere.
- He's only been dead two days.
- So? You hated him.
- The killer did you a favour.
- Dennis! - It's true.
- I'm going in.
Why did you tell Miss Marple you lost your beret? - You had it at tennis.
- Were you listening? And you left before we finished the game.
And you went soon after.
The gardener told me.
Yes.
But you don't think I could have killed your father.
You don't think I care enough about you.
- I know who did it.
- There you are.
Two birds, one stone.
Perhaps you could tell me where you both were on Tuesday evening.
Together.
We played tennis.
Then we went for a walk.
In the woods.
Yes, the woods, rolling around over towards Much Benham.
It was a smashing evening.
Wasn't it? Hello, Tony? It's Joan Hargreaves.
I need a favour.
Is your place anywhere near St Mary Mead? I left the ledgers on the desk so you'd have them to hand when the colonel arrived.
You don't think themurderer took them? No.
I expect Mary's been moving things.
Were they all in order, by the way? Mrs Price-Ridley's pound note was counted in with the jumble sale money.
I went back over the last six months and everything balances.
As we knew it would.
"Lust bringeth forth sin and sin bringeth forth death.
" II can't stay in here.
I don't know what to do.
Suddenly, we just seem sodistant.
What would you like to do? Oh Walk away, just the two of us into a crisp and snowy morning.
Then paint it.
The sneeze that Mary heard that could have been the murderer, couldn't it? And Anne was there.
I just hope she's safe.
He is early, your friend.
Good.
Bonjour.
The magazine you work for went out of business before war.
Now, what have you got? The silver? My grandson, Henri.
He would have been my husband.
We met in 1943.
- He was in the Resistance.
- And you, Miss Hargreaves? Special Operations.
I was dropped into France, working with Henri and his crew.
- The colonel? - He commanded a desk in London.
Il a trahi Henri.
- He betrayed him.
- He betrayed my grandson.
Protheroe's section was responsible for supplying the whole of our region, weapons, detonators and so on.
Early in'44, he had to organise a money drop tens of thousands of francs in cash.
Henri and I waited at the rendezvous he'd given us, but the plane went over and dropped the canister a mile away.
- Why? - The rendezvous was false.
The money was picked up by a man called Lacombe, one of our group, who had known Protheroe before the war.
It was simple greed.
After the war, they divided it between them.
Lacombe and the colonel.
Lacombe made a confession to me, last year when he was dying That's the proof: bank transfers, statements Lacombe's instructions.
What happened to Henri? Lacombe had tipped off the Germans and they came for us.
I escaped.
- He did not.
- He was tortureduntil death.
My grandson.
- I'm very sorry.
- And so am I.
So am I.
I'll tell you the truth.
I had to kill that son of a bitch, the colonel! Because of him.
And so, I got my pistol, I went to the woods, up to the vicarage, through the French windows and into the study.
- Ah - Yes, Mr Dufosse? I was too late.
I was too damn late! He was dead.
- Are you saying? - I'm saying he was already dead.
Thankfully.
You're quite good at this.
- I've had to learn - Oh So,if what he told you is true, the colonel was dead by 6:30 when Monsieur Dufosse joined the others.
Only just, if the shot you heard was the murder.
- Do you believe him? - Yes.
But the interesting thing is what Monsieur Dufosse saw in the study.
He described the gun as having a long barrel, you know, like the old Wild West ones? And he thought the note was a good half page long, not just a couple of lines.
That is interesting.
I don't know how reliable he is, though.
He had just come in out of bright sunlight .
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and he is getting on.
You've missed a bit.
The note Have you shown it to Mrs Protheroe? No, actually.
She's at the vicarage now, I believe.
Funeral arrangements.
Neither is in his writing, not the time or the words.
I don't understand.
You're not alone at this stage of the investigation.
Do you have any examples of the colonel's handwriting? Yes, of course.
I found it yesterday under the desk.
It's not Griselda's.
It's Anne's.
- Should I give it to the Inspector? - No.
Not just yet.
Sir, can I have a word? How very unpleasant.
The verse? "To avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife "and let every woman have her own husband.
" The motorbike was stolen in the morning and dumped soon after the incident.
Such acrude and uncertain way of killing someone, - unless it was just meant to frighten him.
- I, er I must get on with my visiting.
I cansee myself out.
We'll get back to Mrs Protheroe.
Hello, Miss Marple.
I was thinking about leaving this one.
I might come back and finish it one day.
When do you go? I don't know.
Tomorrow or the next day.
As soon as I can clean out the cottage.
Back to London? I was thinking about Ireland.
Put some real distance between us.
You'll find a new life in time.
- But Anne won't, will she? - I'll do my best for her.
She's a good friend.
Thank you.
Thank you for everything.
You've been crying? Pot and kettle, dear.
I have some things to discuss.
Not very clever to use your scented notepaper.
Where are people's standards? That's what worries me.
This young man Mrs Clement was seen with in Melchester Miss Hartnell said he was rather handsome and he gave her flowers.
I'm sure there's an innocent explanation, but even so, really, Marjorie I'm so ashamed, Jane.
What would Bruce think of me? And Andrew? That you sometimes get very lonely.
- Yes.
- And Anne Protheroe's standards Of course, you weren't to know the colonel had been murdered when you telephoned her at my cottage, but even so, it put her in a difficult position when she went over there.
That wasn't me! - When's the funeral? - Tuesday afternoon.
Ah.
I'm in London all morning.
I hope the trains are better than last Tuesday.
- I had to cadge a lift back.
- The day of the murder? Chaos.
Not a single train to St Mary Mead the whole afternoon.
Every time we tell a lie .
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we are offending God.
"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
Who can know it?" Well, God can.
He sees into our hearts and searches them, to give every man according to his ways and according to the fruit of his doings.
Let us, then, keep our hearts pure so we may say with Paul, "I have lived in all good conscience before God.
" - Oh, bad luck.
- It wasn't luck.
Someone stabbed my tyre.
Such a violent thing to do.
With everything that's been going on, I'm I'm terrified, Mr Redding.
Well, I'll walk you to your digs if you'd like.
- Oh, yes, please.
Would you? - Bless you.
Thank you.
Yes? I want to live in all good conscience.
May I introduce you to my mother? I know.
I know I'm not a good advertisement for motherhood.
I don't want an advertisement.
Why did the colonel divorce you, may I ask? I had atiny, tiny fling.
I like parties and people, but Lucius wanted to clip my wings.
He offered me an allowance in return In return for never seeing me again.
- Until now.
- It's taken me six years since my second husband died to get my courage up.
Dutch courage, mostly.
I'm not very proud of myself.
You're here now, Mother.
I thought you were dead.
Never mind the hearts and flowers.
Look, when Protheroe came to your room We have a witness.
Were you trying to blackmail him? Lord, no! I'm very well set up.
No.
I just told him I wanted to see lovely daughter Lettice.
She's going to reform me.
- You're all I've got.
- She sees me in a cottage, baking jam and knittingthings.
As long as we can have an occasional cruise, dear.
Lettice may I have a private word? - It's Anne's.
- It was under the desk where your father was murdered.
I knew it was her.
Tell the police.
Did you put it there when you were pretending to look for your beret? She wasn't wearing those earrings on the day of the murder.
- Wasn't she? - Oh, Lettice, it's me.
All right, but I don't see what difference it makes, Miss Marple.
She killed him somehow so she could get her hands on Lawrence.
- Lettice - What? The red paint on your dress was new, wasn't it? You'd just been in the shed.
So? I heard you all coming and I had to hide.
I must have brushed against something.
It was magenta, anyway.
The colour of passion, Lawrence says.
You know, Hermione, I'll have to tell the police.
Thank you, dear.
When the colonel kept his appointment at the vicarage, he had just learnt that Mr Hawes left his last parish under a cloud.
The bishop kept it from the vicar to give him another chance - What had he done? - Fiddled the accounts.
Ronnie's tried to kill himself.
Dr Haydock's there and he's found a statement from Colonel Protheroe accusing him - Accusing him of stealing? - Yes.
I owe you a box of chocs.
Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? Hardly ever.
Nothing gets past you, Miss Marple, does it? Hardly ever, young man.
How clever! How wicked! The gas was full on, and that much sedative would have put him to sleep quickly.
Another few minutes and he would have cheated the hangman.
"Note of conversation today regarding Ronald Hawes curate of St Mary Mead.
Previous embezzlement of funds" It's all here.
Monsieur Dufosse said the note he saw was longer.
The accounts.
He told me he'd left them in the study.
Lawrence Redding can tell us his state of mind.
The landlady said he came in with him and stayed talking.
- Running well now, isn't she? - Ooh.
I've got it, Inspector.
Lettice was right.
Anne Protheroe did kill her husband.
Anne and Lawrence Redding.
They made themselves the obvious suspects by ensuring their secret was out, knowing that if their plan worked They would later appear above suspicion Oh! I forgot you were coming.
Which, of course, he had not, and Anne Protheroe chose the Toby Jug just for a change Mr Redding wasn't trying to run the colonel down He knew it would help them muddy the waters when Anne mentioned it at the inquest.
- Bloody fool! - Oh! They were making sure I'd be a captive audience for their little charade in a ringside seat He must have had his gun with him then and a silencer Monsieur Dufosse, remember, spoke of a long barrel.
Mr Redding in the study.
It's the right decision.
- Have you told her? - I need to find the words.
Then, he made two telephone calls, the first to get the vicar out of the way by pretending to be Mr Abbot's neighbour Mary, old Mr Abbot at Lower Farm his neighbour's telephoned to say he's very poorly again.
The second to my cottage.
St Mary Mead 235.
We're all set, darling.
It was for me.
Sorry.
She knew I'd see she couldn't possibly have a gun with her when she went into the vicarage at 20 past six Which was when you shot your husband.
"Coffee and cake," you said, when you telephoned.
Where's Lawrence.
Under arrest by now.
The loud sneeze that Mary heard at 6:20 was your silenced pistol Mr Redding, fired by Mrs Protheroe.
The shot at 6:30 had me puzzled, until Miss Marple found what she did.
It didn't come from the woods or from the house It came from the shed.
So she goes off with the Dufosses and you go to the Blue Boar A large one.
I've had a hell of a day.
Then you return to the vicarage on the pretext of seeing Mr Clement again knowing he wouldn't be back from his wild-goose chase.
Wait in the study with the colonel.
- He's here? - He is.
You remove the murder weapon and leave a forged note with deliberate mistakes.
Different handwriting in different inks on vicarage notepaper you'd taken previously.
A shock to find a statement from the colonel but it might come in useful You reset the clock knowing it was fast all to make us think Mrs Protheroe was being falsely implicated in her husband's murder And the colonel's statement did come in useful last night, didn't it? As you now had evidence of a motive, enough to frame Mr Hawes for the murder.
Oh, bad luck.
"Calm down, Ronnie.
I'll mix your medicine" and turn on the gas as you drift away and leave the colonel's note by the body.
But murder, Anne? For a stranger who reminded you of what might have been? He wasn't a stranger.
But I was right when I said that nothing was ever the same again It was Lawrence who didn't come back from the fighting except that he did four years after he'd been reported dead, and by then, I was Mrs Protheroe.
He found you? He was too decent to try when he heard I'd married.
I found him.
A magazine article about the rising young artist back from the dead.
What did we do wrong? You ask me that? What mistake did we make? When you came out of the shed with him you were the same woman.
You hadn't said goodbye forever to the man you loved.
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You could tell that? - You think I've never I lost someone in the war .
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who got a medal for dying.
His wife will have cherished it.
His wife? Easier for you, then, Jane.
He was dead.
You didn't have to choose between right and wrong.
When you volunteered, darling you made a choice to do your duty.
- Yes.
- I've had to make a choice too.
I've chosen to do my duty.
Come back safe, but for your wife, not for me.
Jane Please, if I can't come back for you, then there's Jane! Jane! Lawrence! Lawrence! It's the apricot chutney with fish stew that gave me inkling When did you find out? My cousin called this morning to confirm it.
Of course! He's that doctor in Melchester, isn't he? Rather a handsome young man.
I didn't want to see Dr Haydock.
Well, you know village gossip.
And I wanted to be sure first.
She told me she'd gone to London.
I never suspected a thing.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
iForgive us our trespasses.
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation.
But deliver us from evil.