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You were late. Well, I'll just heat it up. No, I-I really don't want any tea, thank you. But you like tea. It makes me a little nervous. Oh, we can't have that. What does that mean? Well, if you don't like tea, I-I have some milk. No, no. No. I didn't mean that kind of nervous, mother. I, uh, I got over my breakdown a long time ago. I don't want to talk about it. Look, I'm, I'm sorry that I didn't call To tell you I was gonna be a little late. You really didn't have to wait up. Oh, well, it's all right. Maybe it is time to turn in. It's getting a little late. I, um, I put you in the guest bedroom. The guest room? Well... The guest room has a nice southern light, And besides, I'm using your old room for storage. Sure, that'll be fine. Shall we go? Yeah. I, uh, I thought you said you used it for storage. Oh, well, I do my knitting in there. I guess I left the light on.
Hurry up and get into your room. It's... You're... It's cold out here and you're all wet. Night, mother. Good night. "three blind mice, three blind mice," ,"see how they run. ," Shh! " they all ran after the farmer's wife ," ,"she cut off their tails with a carving knife ," Shh! Mother? Shh-shh-shh! Mother? ! Ah, good morning. What are you doing in there? Oh, I was knitting, waiting for you to wake up. Well, I thought I heard voices. You don't look like you're awake yet. I don't think you got enough sleep. No, I'm tired. I guess I'll go take a shower. Good. I'll just start your breakfast. I'm not hungry. It'll do you good. Just a little something. Dear diary, mommy bought me the most beautiful dress today.
It was so expensive. "but we're not going to tell dad," mommy said. We had so much fun. I love her so much... So much... So much... She hasn't changed a thing in years. Oh, christine. Good. I just filled up your plate. Oh, I'll just have some juice. Now, chris, you know how important a good breakfast is. Why'd you leave all that junk in my room? Were you in your room? Well, you've redone the rest of the house. Well, I'm doing one room at a time. Well, I didn't know if you'd ever come home and visit. I thought I heard voices in there. Voices? Oh, I, uh, I Had the radio on. I'm listening to the plays On the public broadcasting system. You heard the radio. It didn't sound like the radio to me. It sounded like you and someone else. A child's voice. Yoo-hoo, mrs. Matthews! Oh.
I got your cosmetics. Boy, what a day to make deliveries, huh? Well, we all got to make a buck. Whoa! Chris! What a surprise! Oh, it's so good to see you! You look terrific. Hey. Hey. Do you like my hair? I try a different color every year. I haven't seen you for, what, how many years? Six. Oh... Well, I'll just go upstairs and get your check. Okay. So where is this handsome man I've heard so much about? We broke up. Oh. Oh, boy. I stuck my foot in that one, huh? Boy, I guess I haven't changed. Oh, I'm sorry, though, I mean, if you are. I'm not. Just didn't work out. So is it good to see your mom? Sure. Um, you know,
She's in your old room a lot. What do you mean? Well, since I moved back in with mom and dad, I'm sleeping in the same room I always did. Remember? We could always see Right into each other's rooms And send signals across the street? Well, um, every time I go to bed, The light in your room is on. She's just listening to the radio. She just seems a little low to me. She's fine. You want something to drink? Huh? No, no, thanks. She's fine. Didn't we have fun being cheerleaders? Lean to the left, lean to the right! Stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight! You're the best two cheerleaders they ever had. Oh... Here you go, toni. Thank you. Come over tonight. I can't. My brother's coming by. Oh, good ol' chuck, huh? Okay, tomorrow night. Make it a date.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Bye, mrs. Matthews. Good-bye, toni. she looks just like her mother. She's such a nice girl. Well, I'm going downstairs to do the laundry. Aw... He didn't like dinner. There you are, chuck. I made your favorite. Mom, you're the greatest. This is terrific. Thanks, mom. Well, I think I'll turn in now So that you two can have a nice visit. Good night. Good night. Night, mom. You know, Mom worries about you sometimes. No, she doesn't. She's, uh, never forgiven me for having a breakdown. That was like saying to her, "you are a lousy mother." Chris, come on. And I'm not married, and, uh, I don't have a big house And I have no kids and she hates me for it. You got to cut it out, chris.
You have the rest of your life. Everyone fails in some way. You've got to learn to live with it. Now, come on. Lighten up, huh? Okay. You get out of here. Well, such a talented little girl. See, there's a cat, dog... And a cow and a bird and a rabbit, too. Oh, yes! Did I do a good picture? Oh, you always do everything so well. Girl: I'm glad. I want to be perfect, mommy. You're always such a good little girl. You'll never disappoint me will you, chrissie? Never, never, never, because I love you this much. Do you love me? Oh, more than anyone in the whole world. I'm glad. I love you, mommy. You sure you don't want to come along? I don't feel like it. Oh, I'm sorry. Okay, well, I'll be back around 4:00. All right. Bye. Have fun.
Thank you. All right, come on out. Look, I've seen you. Come out! Okay, listen... If you don't come out right now... I'll take mother away with me and you'll never see her again. No, you won't. I'm not supposed to let you see me. Who are you? I'm chrissie. Don't you know that? What are you doing here? I live here. You live here? Where are your mother and father? My mommy is lucille. No, she's not. But she is. When you left, I came back. She called to me, and I liked her voice Because she wanted to love me The way I am and the way I've stayed. You're going to have to leave, you know that. I like it here now. This is my room. Get off my bed. This isn't your room. Mommy comes to visit me here every day. She's not your mommy.
She is, too. She is not! She belongs to me now. Will you just get out of here? You can't make me. She doesn't want me to leave her alone. She loves me. She doesn't love you anymore. Don't say that. Don't say that! Don't...! Oh, god. Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee! Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee! Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee! Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee! Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee! nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee! Stop it! Stop! No! " sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines , ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong, frvore jacques, frvore jacques... ," Oh, chrissie, you sing like an angel. "sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines , ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong. ," Mother... Go away! Mother... You can't have her, she's mine. Mother, it's me-- christine. So what?
I'm her baby now. You're just a visitor. Chrissie, let's sing that song together. "frvore jacques, frvore jacques , dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines , ding-ding-dong , frvore jacques, frvore jacques" Mother... Mother... Mother, come with me. We have to go, okay? Mother... mother... quiet! shut up! no! look, mother... mother? Please listen to me. mother! I'm not ribbons. and I'm not diplomas! mother, please. Please, please! I'm not trophies. I'm a human being! and I'm not perfect! and I'm real. it's too late. You can't change anything now. she's all mine. I'm going to be everything you aren't. What are you going to be? miss perfect?
! what are you going to be? Little miss know-it-all? What are you going to be? ! Miss popularity? how many awards are you going to win? ! This isn't real! You're not real! Mother, look at me! It's too late. You stayed away too long. No. Mother, you know, you know what we'll do? We'll throw-- we'll throw everything out. We will, okay? We'll start all over. She's already started over with me. No! You're not real! Mother, I'm real! Mother, listen to me! Chrissie? Yes. Yes, mommy? We can go now. And we'll never, ever come back. Never and never and never. No!
Stop it! Mother... Mother, I need you. I... Need You! I do. Let's sing, mommy. Come on, mommy, let's sing. No! No! No! No! Mom... Mama. Don't leave me. Please. Don't leave me. Honey... Honey? I'm here. Okay. Honey. It could be the largest-producing emerald mine in the hemisphere. What? It could be worth hundreds of millions of dollars. I don't want to question you, but I don't want to see you risk Ewing Oil. If your bank won't accept that as collateral I'll have to find another one that will. I'm gonna deliver Jack.
You know that. - Lf it is worth your while. - Don't you trust me? - Are you okay? - I went to see Bobby before I came here. I want you to buy more equipment than you'll ever need. I want Pam to sink millions into this project before I pull the rug from underneath her. Go on. They are the messiest damn birds on Earth. They ought to all be shot. Oh, I forgot. You like animals more than most people. That's right. I like animals more than most people. Well, I'd sure like you to spend as much time as possible with them when you're down there in South America. Well, I figure I can stretch this trip out to two weeks, maybe a couple days longer. A couple of weeks? Is that all? I thought you said you were going into the jungle on foot. We are. Well, Matt, don't run. Walk, son, walk. Ha, ha. Take your time. Is everything else set up? We, uh, fly to Bogotâ, then we hop a light plane to the town of Los Gatos on the edge of the jungle. I'll be picking up men and supplies there. And from there on out, we head into the wilds. I hope Pam likes what she sees. Well, there, uh...
There won't be much to like at first. Just a hole in the side of the mountain. That's where we'll set up camp. I'll, uh, show her how things are done, what equipment we need. And then, if you've got what we talked about in that briefcase I should be able to give her a nice little going-away present. Take a look at this. If we can fool her into thinking these were found inside that mountain she should be willing to invest as much as we want. Matt, I want you to buy more equipment than you'll ever need. And pay those workers more money than they've ever seen in their whole lives. I want Pam to sink millions into this project before I pull the rug from underneath her. And once the world finds out that the mine's a bust I'm gonna drag her into court and prove that she can't handle her own money much less my little nephew Christopher's share of Ewing Oil. Here. Put those back in the bag. Now, you won't be able to take them on the plane with you. So I'll have them at your hotel when you arrive. I hope so. Ha, ha. Don't worry. All you have to think about is all the money you're gonna be putting in your pocket instead of in the ground. I'm gonna be a millionaire. Ha, ha. How about that? And I never thought you'd amount to a hill of beans. Go on, get out of here. Go on. But she's getting stronger? Oh, considerably. Now, when am I gonna be able to talk to her? Well, she's still heavily sedated. But by tomorrow, she should be alert and talkative.
How soon will she be able to go home, doc? According to Dr. Kenfield, if everything keeps up at this pace, I'd say about a week. A week? That soon? Oh, of course, she'll have to stay off her feet. She still has a lot of healing to do internally. But she can do that just as well, probably better, at home. Home. Hey, that sounds good. Well, I have an appointment. Dr. Kenfield will see you tomorrow. - Thanks, doc. - Goodbye. Good to see you. Thank you very much. You going back to the office? No, actually I'm gonna go back to her room. You know, just for a little while. Uh, I gotta meet somebody from Marinos. I'll check with you later. Okay. Oh, how is that project going? Good, good. Everything seems to be on schedule. Even the preliminary drilling indicates that the field is gonna be at least as big as the geologist estimated, maybe even bigger. Is that right? Preliminary drilling? Are you drilling already? - Yeah. - How?
Ha-ha-ha. What do you mean, how? Well, I mean, how did you get the, uh, equipment the drills and all that stuff together so quickly? Well, you know J.R. When it comes to making money, he moves pretty fast. Yeah. Excuse me. - I'll call you later, huh? Yeah. Hmm. I don't usually drink this early in the day. This is not drinking. This is celebrating. I'd like to propose a toast. To the good news from off the coast of Venezuela. You didn't have to ruin it by bringing those agreements with you. Oh, there's no sense in getting upset just because I like everything down in black and white. - Ha, ha. A deal's a deal. - And a deal has two sides. I give you 20 percent of my share of the profits and you give me Jack in Martinique. Fair is fair. Well, maybe we should wait until you deliver your part of the bargain before I deliver mine. Ha, ha. I'm gonna deliver Jack. You know that. Oh, I know you will deliver Jack, if it is worth your while. Don't you trust me? Of course I trust you. I trust you every bit as much as you trust me. To Martinique.
To Martinique. Hello. Hi. I'm sorry I'm late. Don't be. How's your sister? - Better. Stronger. - Good. Ha, ha. I see you've made some friends. I haven't relaxed like this since I left Greece. - A little homesick? - A little bit. What's that you're carrying? These are the Venezuelan, uh, geological reports. I thought I'd better get them back to you. Do they meet with your approval? Well, they are the best I've ever seen. Ha-ha-ha. Have you seen many? Well, yes, I have seen many. - Have you? - Yes. - Where? - Marinos Shipping, of course. Ah, ha-ha-ha. Really? Are you, uh, interested in becoming an engineer? I am an engineer.
You know something? L... I thought, uh... I thought you were just a secretary. No one is just a secretary for Marinos Shipping. Either one is on her way up or on her way out. Company policy. Oh, boy. Well, you are full of surprises. Have you ever met Dimitri? When I got my scholarship to the national academy. It was his endowment. Every year, he pays for the top student's education and hires him when he graduates. Not a dumb man. No. Ha. He's not. What's he like? There's another company policy. Ha. You have too many policies. Once you agree to work for Dimitri you also agree not to talk about him or the company. Aren't you being a little paranoid? Aren't you being a little too curious? There are some things we're all better off not knowing. Things are pretty bad when I can't convince you to stay and play. I'm sorry, darling, I just... I gotta go home, that's all. Truth is, something's really eating at you. You're tight as a drum.
Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Something is bothering me. I just can't shake it, that's all. What? Well, you know the sable coat I bought for you? With the money you got from Pam. That's right. Well, today my so-called experts reported to me that they made a rather serious mistake when they reviewed the geological surveys of that mine. What did they mean, "serious mistake"? Remember I told you the mine was worthless? Well, it now it turns out it could be the largest-producing emerald mine in the hemisphere. - What? - That's right. Down the years, it could be worth hundreds of millions of dollars. And I sold my share to that Barnes woman for a lousy fur coat. That's incredible. Her luck is what's incredible. I keep telling her it's a bad deal, hoping that she'll back out of it. But no, no. She's just too stubborn for that. And now she tells me she's gonna go down to South America to see the damn thing. I tell you, if I had her luck, I'd be unstoppable. Darling, I don't wanna bother you with this anymore. I gotta go home. I'll, uh... I'll call you tomorrow. How about the guys at Dallas Memorial? Mm. Only Bob Gilbert.
I told you there weren't gonna be many people from the medical profession only about half a dozen or so. Oh, great. That's some party. Just me and a hundred strangers, huh? Look, just make believe you're having a good time. I have a better idea. Why don't you make believe I went? And the next day, you can let me know how I did. Let yourself go. Look, it's nice meeting different people. Besides, doctors get boring. Boy, I'm sorry to hang you two up. I thought Pam would be here by now. She hasn't called you by any chance, has she? - No. Do you want me to try her? - No, I'll do it. Boring? You know what I mean. You spend all day with them. Why spend your nights with them? I like them. I'm one of them. Yeah. Well, I think I'll freshen up. Maybe she should meet us at the restaurant. I'll get my jacket. I'm starving. Good evening. Ewing Oil.
Phyllis, hello, it's Mark. Is Pam in? Hi, Mark. You just missed her. She couldn't have walked out of here more than 30 seconds ago. I was beginning to think she forgot about our dinner date. You know if she's coming over here or going home? Home, I think. She didn't say anything about dinner. But she did say she had to pack. Hold on a minute, Mark. Matt wants to talk to you. Mark, hi. Matt Cantrell. Hello. Listen, I'm sorry I kept your lady so late. Oh? Yeah. We had a lot of details to go over. And I insisted that we get them out of the way before we left. I, uh, didn't keep my eye on the clock. I apologize. I understand. You know, uh, Mark, it's gonna be a hell of a trip. I wish you could come down with us. Yeah, me too. Well, good night. Good night. - You reach her? - Yeah.
But she's beat. To tell you the truth, so am I. I'm afraid we're gonna have to miss dinner tonight. I hope you don't mind. I don't if you don't. No, no, no. I'll just practice having a good time. See you tomorrow, pal. Love to Pam. Yeah. Love to Pam. I knew you went to college with Mark, but I didn't know you were roommates. Mm-hm. It wasn't easy bunking with the most popular guy on campus. Our room was a Mardi Gras every night. I don't know how he did it. So your aversion to parties began at an early age. - I could never get any sleep. - You're not supposed to sleep at parties. Well, you're not supposed to party in bedrooms. Who says? Oh. Uh, ahem. But, uh, you survived all that and went on to medical school and then on to become a famous doctor. Yeah. But I started out as an emergency room doctor. It was a great job. I didn't have to worry about anything but taking care of people. Whoever came through the door, whatever was wrong with them that's all I had to think about: Help the people get better. I was being a doctor.
I mean, a doctor. It was the greatest feeling in the world. Isn't it still? Well, it wasn't for a long time. The years go by, and things change, goals change. Maybe I changed. I got caught up in medical corporations, professional associations large-staff hospitals, insurance. I guess I was in the business of being a doctor. I was as worried about billing as I was about healing. Somewhere along the line, I'd lost that feeling. Somewhere along the line something went wrong. And then Mark came along. And he wanted to start the research center and he needed my help. Mark made it possible for me to feel like a doctor again. Ah. A lot of boring doctor talk. Waiter, may I have some more coffee, please? Yes, of course. Thank you. Bore me a little more. There you are. All settled in. - What are you doing, John Ross? - Where'd it go? Where did what go? Tada! Oh, no, you don't. No. Uh-uh. Gonna get some sleep.
You're not gonna listen to these. - This puts me to sleep. - Yeah, sure it does. It was Mama's idea. Well, your mama has some good ideas sometimes. But this is not what I call rocking you to sleep. It's not rock. It's your mother. - It's for nights she can't tuck me in. - Ah? She calls it filling my head with ideas. Well, what's she saying? All kinds of things. - Mama's really smart. - Ha, ha. Yeah. It runs in the family. All right, you can listen to her. Ha, ha. Good night. - Night, Daddy. - Good night, son. Yes? Mr. Horner, Mrs. Farlow has arrived. Show her in, please. Miss Ellie, it's good to see you. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Franklin. I, uh... I know how busy you are. Never too busy for you, Miss Ellie.
How's everyone at home? Oh, they're fine. Ha. Good. Well, uh, what can I do for you? I want to open up a line of credit. I'll put up my 10 percent of Ewing Oil as collateral. Well, that's not necessary. We can extend you any credit you might need. Well, I'm gonna need a great deal of capital available to me. Perhaps it would be simpler if I arranged a loan for you. No, I, uh... I don't think so. Well, maybe if you could tell me how much you think you might need, uh what you might need it for. I've been doing some investing, Franklin. And I plan to do some more. But those plans call for cash beyond the value of my personal holdings. Miss Ellie, that's a considerable amount of money. Are you getting professional advice on this? Of course I am. I'm sorry, Miss Ellie. I don't want to question your business sense. But I don't want to see you risk Ewing Oil either. I appreciate that, and I realize your concern. And I also realize that you know the value of 10 percent of Ewing Oil. If your bank won't accept that as collateral I'll have to find another one that will. Miss Ellie, the Ewing family is one of this bank's most valued clients. If this is the way you want the matter handled, so be it. Thank you, Franklin. Have I told you how beautiful you are lately, huh?
Well, you are. Of course, you know that, don't you? Get on out of here now. Hey, Clayton. Howdy. She's your favorite, isn't she? Well, don't tell the others, but yes, sir, she is. Well, I'll tell you, Ray you're doing a wonderful job with these animals around here. Well, I wasn't so sure you felt that way the other day. I know. That's why I'm here. I was short with you and I wanna apologize. - It's okay. - No, it's not okay. I had a problem and I let it get between us. And that's not right. It's not fair to you. It happens to the best of us. I understand. Ah, still, I feel I owe you an explanation. It's not necessary. You see, Farlow Industries well, they've gotten into some deep financial problems. Clayton, really, I... I don't want you to tell anybody about this, especially Ellie. I've been forced to sell off some of the smaller companies to hold on to my refinery. That's what's important to me. I wish there was something I could do to help. Oh, no, no, no. As long as I can sell off the losing companies, everything's fine. But I was worried for a while there.
- It's funny, isn't it? - What's that? Well, I started off with one company. Looks like I'm gonna end up with one company. Sometimes it makes you wonder what this old life's all about. Are you absolutely sure about this? You are looking at the most expensive sable in the whole world. One of the largest emerald mines ever discovered? I'm telling you, worth hundreds of millions. Ha-ha-ha. Oh, my sister, God bless her. Well, J.R. Is still trying to talk her out of the deal. He said he keeps telling her over and over that the whole thing's nothing but a bust and she ought to drop Cantrell and cut her losses. But he said she's as hardheaded as ever and she refuses to listen to him. Of course she is. I mean, she's always been like that. I mean, you tell her to go that way, she'll go that way just as far as she can. I mean, she is stubborn. Ha, ha. She'll be the death of him. Yeah, well, if I were you, I'd just make sure she holds on to what she's got. Yeah, I'll make sure. I'll make damn sure. Isn't it fun? Are you enjoying this as much as I am? Ha, ha. I hope so. Bye. Hello, Dora Mae. - Mr. Ewing.
Hey, Dora Mae. I have your table waiting. Right this way. Thank you. Well, Jordan, Bradley, how you doing? - Hi, J.R., Jack. - Howdy. Say, J.R., talk on the street has it that Marinos deal of yours already has gone better than expected. Yes, and that you Ewings may have found the largest discovery in the Caribbean in years. Ah. If you can't believe what you hear, what are you gonna believe? Maybe we can get you to give us a straight answer. Well, let's just put it this way. It's probably gonna be the largest discovery in the Caribbean. Ever. I don't know how you do it, J.R. There was a time when I thought that you were just lucky. Well, we know it's more than luck. - We just don't know what it's more of. Ha-ha-ha! Well, you know how luck runs. You just hang in there. You'll get your share. In the meantime... Dora Mae, put their lunch on my bill, would you? - Gentlemen. - J.R. - Good to see you, boys. - Nice to see you. Oh.
- Yep. Hey, Cassie. I'll just have my usual. Yes, sir. Mr. Ewing? Oh, bring me your best beer, Cassie. You know, Jack, when this Marinos field comes in we're gonna have a lot more things to keep track of. You're gonna be chained to a desk for a while. Well, Clayton and Ray both know that I'm yours for the next few months. Good, good. And when we get this Martinique trip out of the way, things will settle down. Martinique. Well, I hear that's a beautiful place. Yeah, we'll have some fun, raise some hell. Ha, ha. I could go for that, I'll tell you. You just stick with me, Jack. Just stick with me. Ha, ha. Uh, Jackie, get ahold of Ann Haughton in Accounting. Have her draw up a $2 million check made payable to Pam. Then get Pam on the phone for me. Now. Cliff, what's going on? I'm gonna help out my sister. I'm gonna be her new partner in an emerald mine. Thanks for coming down, J.R. I know you were on your way home. It must be important if you couldn't discuss it with me on the phone. It is important. It's about Miss Ellie.
Mama? J.R., to some, this conversation might seem unethical. But under the circumstances, and given your family's relationship with this bank I don't think I'm making a mistake. Franklin, just get on with it, would you? Miss Ellie paid me a visit earlier today. She asked to establish a very large line of credit. How large? So large that she put up her 10 percent of Ewing Oil as collateral. My God, that's a fortune. - What would she want that money for? - I don't know. - What do you mean? Didn't you ask her? - I asked. I didn't get an answer. She was evasive, insisted that her collateral spoke for her. If this bank couldn't handle it, she'd find another one that could. You approved her line of credit? Well, I thought she'd prefer not to risk her 10 percent of Ewing Oil somewhere else. Franklin, I want you to do me a favor. Uh, charge whatever checks Mama writes to my personal account. All right. And I wanna know exactly who she's writing these checks to. Consider it done, J.R. Yeah. I gotta find out what's going on here. Oh, what a meal. Miss Ellie, I can't tell you how long it's been since I've eaten this well. It'll be a long time before you get another meal like this when you get to the jungle. What do you eat in the jungle?
Mostly whatever you can hunt. It all sounds so romantic. It sounds idiotic to me. Especially the part about dragging that Barnes woman down there. That was her idea. Yeah, it was also her idea to invest in that emerald mine of yours. - Shows you how smart she is. - J.R. Well, Mama, would you invest in something like that, huh? Bobby did. What I'd like to know is how you found the emerald mine in the first place. - Well... - Bobby always loved emeralds. When we were in high school, he used to tell me that he wanted to marry me and buy me the biggest emerald engagement ring. Not diamonds like everyone else. Well, Mama, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll stretch my legs. You know, uh, Ray always said that jewelry was a waste of money. I just said there were more important things. Ha-ha-ha. - More important than Donna? - No, that is not what I meant at all. Ha, ha. - Nothing is more important than Donna. - Mm. Well, for that, I just might let you off the hook. Well, how's everything with all those children of yours? Oh, it's going so good. As a matter of fact, I wanted to ask you something. Do you think that I could bring a bunch of them out here to Southfork for some fresh air and horseback riding? I think that would be wonderful.
Just name the day. Oh, Miss Ellie, they'll be so thrilled. Thank you. May I pour you an after-dinner drink? Sure. Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like to thank you for spending the extra time with John Ross last night. I really do appreciate it, and I know he loves it. Hmm. What he loves is that tape recorder you gave him. Where'd you ever get that idea, anyhow? Well, I lost a lot of time with him when I was drinking. And I don't wanna make the same mistake while I'm recovering. So now when there are nights that I can't be here for him because of my AA meeting or anything else, he has me on tape. I guess I'm trying to make up for all the lost time. It wasn't all lost time. Look at you now. That was quite a romantic story you told in there. Story? About Bobby and the emeralds. But if they'd remembered to look at your hand they would've realized that Bobby thought diamonds were the most beautiful stones on Earth. He didn't like diamonds more. He liked emeralds more. He loved emeralds! And he loved me! What do you know? What does anyone know? Jamie. It's me. Oh, God, I love you.
Are you in a lot of pain, huh? No, don't be scared. Don't be scared. You... You were in an accident, huh? You remember? Some, uh, barrels. Some oil drums. And... And when you were inspecting out on our loading dock... But that's all right. That's all right. You're all right. You just got banged up a little bit, but you're all right, I promise you that, huh? You're in the hospital. And you've been here for a couple of weeks. I've been here with you all the time. Everyone has. You've had some internal injuries and, uh, some broken ribs. Hm? But you're okay. I mean, even the doctors, they're surprised at how well you're healing. And we all gave blood, hm? Everyone. Yeah, I did and Pam and Mark and Jack and Sue Ellen. And, ha-ha-ha, I think... I think J.R. Even gave some. You know, you've got a very, very special kind of blood. Did you know that? Boy, it was difficult to find somebody with that kind of blood.
But then Jack he has the same kind of blood as you do. And, uh, that's what did the trick. And we've just been waiting for you to wake up so we could have you back. Uh, Cliff... Jamie, don't ever leave me. Ah, Mr. Ewing is certainly a very greedy man. You would've done the same thing, Nicholas. He just took advantage of the situation. Any good businessman would have. Well, I'm just happy his new deal has no bearing on our real business with him. We are lucky he did not know how close he came to the truth. I'm depending on you not to let him get that close again. J.R. Or Jack. The only thing Jack is getting close to is me. And he seems to be enjoying that. And you don't think we'll have problems getting him to Martinique? Even though J.R. Might try to double-cross us? The trip is a month away. As the time nears I'm going to suggest that he and I take off for a few days ahead of everyone else for some rest and relaxation. The quiet island, the sun, the beach and me, might do him some good. So when the conference starts, he'll be with you, not with J.R. Just one island hop away. Well, I hope you know what you're doing, because if you don't, we're through. Well, I've got to get to the airport. I should be in our Athens office late tomorrow. I'll call you. Don't worry so much about us. Hmm. I'll try. Are you going to see Jack?
Talking about that desert island got my pulse going. I'm a woman who enjoys her work. Just as long as you don't forget that it is work. I don't want you thinking with your heart instead of with your head. - Have fun. - Thanks. Flight 66 to Phoenix is now ready for boarding at Gate 45. Air Oklahoma Flight 37 to Oklahoma City is now ready for boarding. I'd say things are pretty good. Back in business with Pam. Ha-ha-ha. Even though it is a bit of a gamble. And Jamie, boy, she's getting better by the hour. I mean, what more could I ask? I've gotta go over there. I'm gonna stop by the hospital on the way in to see her. - So I'll see y'all later. - Give her my love, will you? - Tell her I'll come by tomorrow. - I'll do it. Mark, now that you're baching it, why don't you and I have dinner this week? Yeah, sure. I'll see you, Cliff. Mark, I don't get it. You don't want her to go. She knows you don't want her to go. If you had put your foot down, she would've stayed. It's not for me to tell her what to do. - But you can tell her how you feel. - She knows how I feel.
But she's doing this for Bobby. She loved Bobby very much. She loves you very much. She searched all over the world for you. I know. I traveled over half of it with her. She wanted to marry you, remember? Well, that was then. Mark, nothing has changed. Look, there's something you don't know something Pam hasn't told anyone but me. She and Bobby were gonna get married again. He was leaving Pam's house to tell Jenna when he was killed. She couldn't tell anyone. She never wants Jenna to know, of course. You see, I have to let her get this trip out of her system. She's doing it for Bobby. It may be the last trip she needs to take or it may be only the first. I love her very much. I wanna be with her right now. But this is the only way for me to find out if I belong in her future. - Here you are, Mr. Ewing. - Oh, thank you, Cassie. - Would you like to order lunch now? - No, no, I'm waiting for somebody. Well, if it isn't the, uh... The, uh, former owner of an emerald mine. Well, it didn't take your sister long to shoot her mouth off, did it? No, it didn't take her long to find a partner either. Matter of fact, you're looking at him. I am now the proud part owner of a spectacular new emerald mine.
And I don't know how I'm ever gonna thank you. Don't mention it. Oh, I'm gonna mention it. Yeah, I'm gonna mention it everywhere I go. Have a nice day. - Here you are, Mr. Horner. - Thank you, Dora Mae. - Ah, Franklin. - Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. No, no, I was just enjoying myself. Mr. Horner, something from the bar? Uh, club soda, Cassie. Thank you. Well, you got some news for me? You wanted to know when your mother started drawing funds. Well, she started. This morning, we issued her a draft in the amount of $ 7 million. Seven million dollars? And that's just a deposit toward a purchase. A deposit? What's she buying, Texas Stadium? I'm not sure. We were requested to make the draft out to a broker. Erickson Investments of Houston. Have you ever done business with them? No. I've never even heard of them. I wonder what she's doing down in Houston. Would you like me to pursue it, contact someone at the brokerage? Uh, no, no, I better take care of this myself.
If I give her the opportunity, she just might tell me what she's up to. I'll call you if I need any help. Hmm. They weighed me this morning and told me that I lost 10 pounds. That would be good news any time, but the best part about it is they insist I gain 5 pounds back. - They insist. Ha, ha. Twist my arm. - Ha, ha. The doctors recommended that I eat a lot of cheesecake. Do you remember how much I love cheesecake? Ha, ha. Do I remember? Of course I remember. I mean, I think I love this place. I could almost vacation here. - Ha-ha-ha. - Ha, ha. Aah! Jamie, are you all right? - Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah. I never thought I'd say this, but it only hurts when I laugh. Ha, ha. You didn't say that, did you? No. Ha, ha. Mm. You know, Jack, when I think about how they told me how hard it was to find you I realize how lucky I am to be alive. Well, I'm sorry I created such a panic.
You were up in the mountains fishing? Didn't catch much. Why not? Wrong bait, I guess. Why'd you go up there in the first place? You couldn't tell me when you left. Can you tell me now? Can't you guess? Jenna. Yes, Jenna. But it's pretty simple, really. We started dating and then we stopped. And somewhere in between, you fell in love. Oh, boy, did I. And you still love her. Well, that doesn't matter anymore. Well, maybe there's a chance that you'll get back together. Not until she gets over Bobby. If she ever gets over Bobby. She's having a rough time, isn't she? I think she's having a rougher time than anybody. And I truly feel sorry for her because as much as I may be hurting I know that she's hurting a lot, lot more. - Hi. - Hi. Well, I thought maybe you'd gone on to lunch without me. Lunch? Uh... No. Actually, I just got here a little while ago myself. Are you okay?
I'm a little tired, that's all. L... I didn't get much sleep last night. Oh, that's why you were late. You overslept. I went to see Bobby before I came here. I lost track of time. Uh... Maybe this isn't a good time for us to have lunch, huh? Probably not, no. We can do it some other time? You don't mind? No. Are you sure you're okay? Oh, I'm fine. Well, okay, I'll let you get back to work. Goodbye. Bye. Now, Charlie, not too much water. He'll catch pneumonia. John Ross, really rub now, rub. You won't hurt him. He's tough. Hey, kids, Mama. Hi, Daddy. - Hi. Hey, son. Well, you've been out for an afternoon ride? I took the children for a ride around the pond. Oh, yeah.
What brings you home so early? Well, you, actually. - Me? - Yeah. Yeah, I was sitting in my office this morning. Been looking at a mound of work. All kinds of drilling reports and, you know, God knows what else. My eye caught your picture. Bobby's picture too. Well, I got to thinking, you know we just haven't been spending a lot of time together, and that's not good. No, that's not good. I guess we've just both been so busy. Ha. Well, that's for sure. But it's no excuse. We just gotta find the time to be together to catch up. Say, uh, what do you say we go for a ride around the pond? Hmph. You, ride? Well, in the car of course, you know. You know, I just got word that our drilling off Venezuela is just going wonderfully. Yes, sir, that deal we made with those Greeks is about the best one we've ever done. Ha, ha. Ewing Oil's done it again. You did it again, J.R. Yeah, well, same thing. Mama, we're gonna have more money than we know what to do with. Oh, you'll think of something, I'm sure. Ha-ha-ha. I suppose so.
Hey, why don't you let me buy you a birthday present, huh? I don't have birthdays anymore. - How about an early Christmas present? - And spoil Christmas morning? Oh, Mama, please. You're not letting me have any fun. Ha, ha. I'm sorry. Now, come on. I wanna spend some money on you. Isn't there anything you want? Well, yes, there is. I wonder if you could talk to Christopher later. He misses his mother. Maybe you could... You could tell him a story. A story? Yes. You know, something about the jungle or something. Try to cheer him up a little bit. I don't know anything about jungles. Hey, that's a good idea, though. I'm gonna send you on a safari. Oh, J.R., I don't want to go on a safari. I don't want anything. But what a nice idea this was, J.R. Yeah. What was that? Oh, J.R., this little talk we've been having. Oh, yeah.
Yeah. What an odd place for the middle of nowhere. Once, this was somewhere. You look exhausted. I just want a hot bath. You got it. Cantrell. Matt Cantrell. Mario. You better go get that bath started. I've got a couple of phone calls to make. Oh, I'll see you later. Well, look what the dog dragged in. Cat. What the cat dragged in. Right. And what did he drag in with him? A rich American lady, yes? A business partner. Too bad. I was hoping you were on vacation. The last time you did business in our city, you made many enemies. They remember you well. Be very careful, amigo. (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) (CHURCH BELLS TOLLING) REVEREND CLEMENT: Is this an accusation, Mrs. Price-Ridley? MRS. PRICE-RIDLEY:
Of course it's an accusation, Vicar. - REVEREND CLEMENT: Against whom? - How on Earth am I to know that? I'm simply pointing to the facts, you may interpret them as you please, but facts are facts. And you. Colonel? I asked Colonel Protheroe, and he very kindly came. I wanted there to be no misunderstandings. I remember it quite clearly. Yesterday was the anniversary of my poor dear Harvey's death, and I always put a pound in the collection on Harvey's day. - Yes, but, Mrs. Price-Ridley... - No but about it, Vicar, it was there. A pound note. Where it was not, however, was on the collection list. The highest denomination there was a ten shilling note. Oh, well, none of us as young as we were, we must pay the penalty of advancing years, wouldn't you say, Colonel? Must I say it again? It was there. You may be suffering from senile dementia, Vicar, despite the extreme youth of your wife, but I am in full possession of my senses, thank you. I'll look into it, Vicar. I'll have the answer for you. It's quite clear something's amiss. I suggest I go through the church accounts for you. - Do you? - No need to burst a vessel, Vicar. If there are defalcations, it's best that they're torn out root and branch, you know. Root and branch. Anyway, I am the treasurer. I'll pop round and get the books from your curate tomorrow evening.
If he isn't too busy with his Hail Mary's and burning incense, that is. The books are at the Vicarage. Any case, I hardly see that this warrants a full scale... So be it. Till tomorrow evening, then. At the Vicarage. I should watch that curate of yours, Vicar. It isn't healthy, all that Jesuitical claptrap. I should send him to Dublin, or Rome if I were you. He can only do damage in a place like this. All right, darling? The blighters need a rocket up the backside. Thank you. What time does the vicar want lunch? Oh! Yes, well remembered. He'll be a bit late today. Uh, yes, that's right. He said he'd be a bit late. So, um... We'd better have it... Have it... A bit late. Bloody Protheroe. I mean really. Bloody man... Oh, dear. Now, don't you go starting something with Colonel bloody Protheroe. He'll do you again. And Constable Palk will have you up before that bench soon as open his eyes.
He's no friend of yours. So don't you start messing with Protheroe, do you hear? I don't want you locked up again. So don't you start. Hadn't you better take that through? (CHUCKLES) It's a pity I'm such a shocking housekeeper. Mary's clearly ignoring me, and we are to have no greens. Greens. Oh, Fortinbras, look at these. Oh, I think things get worse when I try. It's really much better to leave Mary alone, and... (SIGHS) Make up my mind to be uncomfortable and have revolting things to eat. Oh, poor Len. I know I'm everything you most disapprove of. You are. I am more and more convinced that celibacy is desirable for the clergy. (LAUGHS) And yet you adore me madly, passionately. Beyond all reason, utterly and extravagantly, don't you, darling? Of course. - I am very fond of you, my dear. -(CHUCKLING) I see that little rat of a poacher has been let out of clink. Bill Archer, back in circulation. Expect trouble. ANN: I thought I might go back into the village this afternoon. If that's all right, darling. COLONEL PROTHEROE: Hmm.
Lawrence Redding's been pestering me for more time on the portrait. I've been putting him off. But I really ought to give him a couple of sessions this week. As long as the young sewer doesn't come up here, do what you like. What's happened? Ask her. Pig! Oh, Lord. You realize that's going to cost me hours of morale building, don't you? - What's been going on, Lucius? - Behaving like a tart. Can you be a little more specific? That young sewer, Redding, has been painting her with practically nothing on, that's all. Oh, really. I'm not surprised. She's very beautiful. Why on Earth not? For a man who's supposed to have seen the world, you really are extraordinarily childish sometimes. At least I'll nail that bloody little papist curate. See you later, Griselda dear. Oh, yes, yes... Yes. Thanks. Darling. This afternoon. Are you coming? - I'm sorry, my dear? - It's Tuesday. Had you forgotten too? Tea and scandal.
The Reverend Leonard Clement and his wife Griselda, at home. - Four o'clock. - Oh. Rock cakes and back stabbing at the Vicarage. - I'll do my best. - Oh. good boy. (KISSES) If she's got the gall, the dreaded Price-Ridley will be there. You can both be frightfully forgiving to each other. (CHUCKLES) (DOOR CLOSES) - Good afternoon, Mrs. Lestrange. - Good afternoon, Doctor. Enjoyment is the key to it all. I know. I know. Doctor, I wonder if I might impose upon you? Of course. REVEREND CLEMENT: I'm busy you know, Lettice. It's absurd. Crazy. I was wearing a swimsuit, for heaven's sake. I mean, too Victorian, forbidding a man the house. It's a shriek. Lawrence was practically ill laughing about it. Ann was quite decent actually. I've usually found that a mother is more broad minded... - Stepmother, matter of fact. - Ah, yes, of course.
You don't happen to know, do you, who it was my mother ran off with? Nobody's ever told me. I'm afraid I don't. It was before you came here. Oh, yes. I suppose it was. I don't blame her, you know. I just wish she'd taken me too, that's all. Father can be such a total pig. The world would be much better off without him. You'd be much nicer, I think. So, Lawrence Redding agreed to paint the wretched girl. But he painted her in her bathing costume. Which, as we all know, is simply nudity by another name. GRISELDA: I should give up on that rock cake, Miss Wetherby. Mary is a little literal in her cooking. I think you know, perhaps I will, Mrs. Clement. Cod in white sauce is so filling. What's the name of that rather smart looking woman who's taken Little Gates? - Mrs. Lestrange. - Oh, of course. Why? I just wondered whether she were unwell at all. She looks perfectly all right to me. Only I've seen Dr. Haydock coming out of Little Gates, oh, quite often. I just wondered. Well, he is a neighborly man, of course, and he is a neighbor. Was he carrying a medical bag? I...
Oh, dear. I thought perhaps, you see, they might be old acquaintances. Well, he's keeping very quiet about it, if it is so. As a matter of fact, I happen to know. It's a terrible story. Her husband was a missionary. He was eaten. Actually eaten. And she was forced to become the chief's 15th wife. Dr. Haydock was with the expedition which rescued her. -(DOOR CLOSING) -(GRISELDA GASPS) - Really, my dear, really. -(LAUGHS) Good afternoon, ladies. - MISS MARPLE: Oh, how nice. - Do forgive my not joining you. I seemed to have been behind with everything this week. Darling, don't forget the studio again. Ah, of course. Since I let Mr. Redding have the old summer house as a studio, on Tuesdays I've become a diocesan rent collector as well. - Excuse me. - Goodbye, Vicar. (DOOR CLOSING) I wonder, by the way, if there really is anything between Lawrence Redding and Lettice Protheroe? - What do you think, Miss Marple? - I shouldn't have thought so myself. Not Lettice. No. Quite another person, I should have thought.
But the Colonel was very cross about Lawrence Redding painting Lettice. Yes. Colonel Protheroe has always struck me as being rather a stupid man. Damn. You saw us, didn't you? We love each other. I suppose, to you, that seems very wrong. Do you expect me to say anything else, Mrs. Protheroe? I... No. No, I don't. I haven't... I mean... Things aren't what you might think they are. I'm glad of that. I often wonder why not. I don't see how any woman could be anything but miserable with Lucius. I wish he'd drink himself to death. Oh, I know. I know. (DOG BARKING) I thought I heard... Lawrence might have... No. No one. (SOBS) - My dear Mrs. Protheroe... - Oh, no, Mr. Clement. You're very kind, and I know the sort of thing you feel you ought to say, the sort of thing you might like to say, but it's no good. I'm beyond all that.
I really am. Thank you. I'm sorry. (CHURCH BELLS TOLLING) The fact remains that the principle is exactly the same. -(WOMEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY) - Evensong! - Good night, Vicar. - Night, Major. Good night. Thank you. Mrs. Canning. Harvey. Good night. Oh, Mrs. Lestrange, isn't it? - Welcome to our little congregation. - Thank you, Vicar. Are you here for a season, or the summer, or... To everything. there is a season, Vicar. Quite, and a time. Quite. Proverbs. Yes. It's a pretty church. So lucky to have escaped Victorianization. The frescos must be very old, are they? - Oh, yes, 12th century. - A fortunate survival. I congratulate you. Good night, Vicar.
Good night, Mrs. Lestrange. Mr. Redding. I'd, uh... I'd like your advice. (TRAIN PASSING BY) (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING) Bill! Bill! Some silly devil's buried some sort of cord beneath the leaves up there. - Where've you been? - Near broke my neck. Where've you been? The Bull's been closed an hour or more. - You're soaked through. - Oh. that bloody swine, Protheroe. I'll have to disappear for a few days. You've not been up to Protheroe's woods, have you? What's happened? (BELL TOLLING) Christopher, there you are. We heard from your landlady that you weren't well. Yes, I wasn't. Sorry. - Should you be here? - Of course. Chatter, chatter, all night long. Voices, all night. Voices? The Salisburys, my landlady, in the next room. I don't know what they find to talk about.
I see. Bad luck. Now, you sure you're all right to take Communion? Of course. Of course I am. Mary! Would you tell Mrs. Clement that if she misses this train, the next one doesn't get to Paddington till 12:00, and if anybody wants me, I shall be taking a class. I shall be back... Sometime. What a day! COLONEL PROTHEROE: Vicar! I'll see you at quarter past six. - Suit you? - Yes. Very well. See you then. Vicar! Found that little rat Archer trespassing on my land again, last night. But he's only just come out of prison. Are you sure? Well, of course I'm sure. I got the sewer once, now it seems I'll get him again. You know, he does give his widowed sister a lot of support. Oh, do turn off the taps, Vicar. She should get him to behave himself, if that's the case. Two things I don't like messed up, Vicar, church ritual, and my pheasants. Quarter past six, then! - Hello. - Hello.
- I've decided to take your advice. - Really? It's the only damn thing to do. As you say, it's bound to get... I mean, there's bound to be talk sooner or later, and if it gets back to Protheroe, Ann's position'd be... Yeah... So, I'm going to cut and run. My dear boy, I know what a difficult decision this must have been for you. Come in, and tell me what you intend to do. (PHONE RINGING) REVEREND CLEMENT: Hello. Vicarage. Very well then, I'll be on my way now. Oh, Mary, I've got to go out to Abbot's Farm. Old Mr. Abbot's in a bad way apparently. - Not expected to last. - Oh. really? I'm sorry to hear that. So, would you see to Colonel Protheroe when he arrives? He'll be here at about quarter past six. Show him into the study, he can wait there. I'll telephone if I'm going to be very late. Don't you worry, Vicar, I'll see to him. (DOOR CLOSES) (SNEEZES) (ENGINE CRANKING) (DOORBELL RINGS) (LAUGHING) I'm afraid the Lord'll have to wait a mite longer for the old demon, Vicar.
Someone's been having you on. Father! Vicar says you be on your deathbed! Says what? Says you be on your deathbed! (LAUGHS) I'm not. I'm on the asparagus bed! (BOTH LAUGHING) - You've been a bit previous, Vicar! -(LAUGHING CONTINUES) Come back next week, eh, Vicar. I might've throttled -the old nuisance by then! - Ah! He might a'done! (CHURCH BELLS TOLLING) (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Did you want to see me? Colonel Protheroe wants to see me about some accounts, -but I shouldn't be long. - Protheroe? Oh, you'll see Protheroe, all right. Oh. my God, you will. - You all right? - I must think. I've got to think. (DOORBELL RINGING) MARY: So you're back at last. Was it you who rang?
- Is Colonel Protheroe here? - In the study. Been here since quarter past six. - And Mr. Redding's been too? - Came a few minutes ago. Said he wanted to see you. I said Colonel was waiting to see you. "Where?" he said. "Study", I said. So that's where he went to too. Thank you. REVEREND CLEMENT: Mary! (RINGING) - Dr. Haydock. - MARY: This is the Vicarage, Doctor. There's been a terrible accident and Vicar says to come straight over. Certainly. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) REVEREND CLEMENT: Oh, Miss Marple. There's been the most hideous accident in here, you see. I'm afraid I can't... My dear Vicar, you look quite frightened. (INAUDIBLE) (DOORBELL RINGING) - Vicar. Oh, Miss Marple. - Dr. Haydock. - Excuse me.
- Of course, Doctor. The reason I came, Vicar, was to give you a message from Griselda but I realized that you knew all about it, because I heard you trying to start the thing, and, uh... Oh, you look very shocked, Vicar. Come and sit down. I'm afraid you'll think me hopelessly vague. But I thought I'd better come, even though she may be back herself almost, by now. Yes, well, I'm so sorry. REVEREND CLEMENT: Yes. This is a vile business. I didn't realize that things had gone so far. No. What message, Miss Marple? Oh, about your car. - I heard you trying to start it, yes. - Oh. Wretched thing. Just back from Inch's Garage too. Really? Oh, how odd. I have always found Inch most reliable. Give me the police. Nice these new Wolseleys, aren't they? Well, he's been dead nearly an hour. Not later than 6:30? I'd place it at 6:25. Allowing 10 minutes either way. (DOORBELL RINGING) MISS MARPLE: Oh, yes, well.
(CLEARS THROAT) Detective Inspector Slack. Where is it then? Vicar. Mr... Clement, Leonard Clement. - Dr. Haydock. - Good evening, Inspector. Room been messed around much, do you reckon. Doctor? Nothing's been touched. Ah! Good. Stopped. At least that gives us some sort of timing. Excuse me, Inspector. Lake, would you mind clearing the room of extraneous personnel? - But, Inspector. - Now, Lake. Very well. (DOOR CLOSES) Good evening, Inspector. St. Mary Mead. Of course. Miss Marple. - I just happened to be... - Of course you did. I'm sure it will be a great relief to the dear Vicar to know that someone so professional, and so energetic is in charge of the case, Inspector, as indeed it is to me. Thank you. SLACK:
Fletcher, Pringle, see what the boys from forensic are up to. Get those reports down to the lab. Come on, look lively! Thank you! MISS MARPLE: I first came across Inspector Slack, of course, over that dreadful business at Gossington Hall when Arthur and Dolly Bantry lived there. It's rather like one of these diesel engines that are now appearing all over our railways, most unappealing, but I'm told efficient. Well, I suppose we shall have to learn to live with such things and such people. I think there was something you were trying to tell him, wasn't there, Vicar? Oh. Yes. Well, I tried to. Oh, quite. It was about the clock on my desk. It's just that we keep it about 10 minutes fast, that's all. It's meant to get me to my appointments on time. MISS MARPLE: Then it was actually 12 minutes past. In other words, before Colonel Protheroe even arrived at the house. So it was tampered with. (CAR HORN HONKING) And another thing. I'm sure you noticed it, Miss Marple. That note by the body, the handwriting, it didn't look consistent to me. Ah, you noticed it. Yes, it was a forgery. Rather a clumsy one I fear. There's still a lot of people out there. More than there will be to mourn him, I daresay. Let's go upstairs.
It's been such a horrible day. You're very quiet. What are you thinking about? I was considering the sin of anger and how this cruel event will change things. We'll never be free of it, you know. How do you mean? I shall never forget what I saw this evening. There's that side of it. And... It's how we shall always be thought of. "Oh, yes, the Clements, they had a murder "at their Vicarage, didn't they?" My dearest old thing, what's really wrong? You knew that sort of thing doesn't matter. What is it? No. No, it's something... Oh... Between me and my maker. I'll go and lock up. (DOOR CLOSES) (CHURCH BELLS TOLLING) Oh, Len, I've told you before. If we managed to find a girl who was good, she would leave us as soon as she could find somewhere better. Mary knows nobody else will touch her. I hardly see the point of having anyone at all. The stupid girl, look at that. I've just been talking to the baker's boy. They arrested Mr. Redding. What?
Arrested Lawrence? There must be some stupid mistake. No mistake about it. He went there himself and gave himself up. Last night, last thing. Went right in, threw down the pistol on the table. "I did it," he says. Just like that. - Pistol? What pistol? - His pistol. He's always had one. Leaves it lying around that studio place. I don't like dusting the thing, I can tell you. German it is. It's true. He is always leaving it lying around. His brother brought it back from Normandy. I still don't believe it. Tea. It's quite mad. What possible motive could Lawrence have for killing Colonel Protheroe? Len? - They'd quarreled. - Oh. come on. So had you. Len? Len, what do you know? (DOOR OPENING) DR. HAYDOCK:
All right then. What time did Redding claim to get to the Vicarage? SLACK: 6:45, 6:50, about then? - Won't do. - What won't? He's lying. Protheroe would have been dead nearly half an hour by the time he got to him. I've confirmed it now. - Are you sure? - Yes. - I mean, there's no leeway? - Not enough. You know ballistics say it was Redding's gun? Doesn't make any difference. Damn. Lake! Lake! I thought it was looking too good to be true. I should have known better. Soon as I saw that nice, little gray-haired cobra sliding about I should've known better. - Hmm? - The Marple woman. Sticks to this sort of business like chewing gum to the cat. Where have you been? Cancel the scale down. The artistic gentleman in cell five is lying through his eyeballs. Get everybody back on the job! SLACK: Who are you protecting? This isn't going to help you, Mr. Redding.
The charge list is already as long as your arm. Obstructing the police, false information, failure to report an offense, unlicensed firearm... Etcetera. Oh, it's very tedious stuff. So tedious I believe I've forgotten it already. I could, however, call the duty Sergeant and ask him to start writing it all down, couldn't I? -(KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Who is it? Oh. Got you. Quite the local sport this confession lark, isn't it? In the habit of visiting the deceased's wife from time to time, were we, sir? Calm down, sir. I only wanted to know who it was you were protecting. If he's still on the premises ask Haydock to meet us there, would you? Both the WPC's are out... (BIRDS CHIRPING) MISS MARPLE: Thank you so much, señora, for your very kind contribution. Very ecumenical of you. Oh, thank you. Mmm. Delicious. (CAR DOORS CLOSING) They'll be here in a minute. I'll explain everything then. Thank you for coming. I'll come straight to the point. I killed my husband. Yes, madam.
I suppose I've put it a bit bluntly, but I could never go into hysterics over anything. I've hated him for a long time and yesterday I shot him. Ann, you know Lawrence has already confessed to it. Of course I know. He loves me. It was impossibly good of him. How did he know you'd done it, madam? I told him of course. What did you shoot your husband with? With his own gun. He used to keep it in the dressing room wardrobe. - What type was it? - I don't know. It was some kind of war souvenir. Italian I suppose. You push the bullets in from the bottom of the handle. If I was to tell you, madam, that we have already proved to our satisfaction that Mr. Redding could not possibly have committed this crime, would you still persist in this rather dubious account of your activities? Oh, while I remember it, Lake... Oh. Oh, Sergeant, Inspector. What a nice surprise. SLACK: Madam... I wonder... I wonder if I might impose upon you for a small contribution to our Church Restoration Fund? A ha'penny or two would do. Such a vigorous appeal in the early days. But to tell you the truth, I don't think Mr. Hawes, the new curate, has helped. A little too spiritual, if you know what I mean, for a curate. Yes...
Oh, thank you. -(COINS CLINKING) - Yes. Thank you. Very generous. Now then, have you persuaded Mrs. Protheroe and Mr. Redding that they couldn't possibly have murdered the colonel? I think it's about time they started to tell everyone the truth, don't you? Well, I presume that's why you're here. - Miss Marple... - Did you know that Mrs. Lestrange visited the Colonel on the afternoon before the murder? Dr. Haydock drove her up. Now I find that very interesting, don't you? I think it would be a good idea, Miss Marple, if I dropped round later and heard the whole story from you. Oh, I'm sure you're far too busy to listen to my little ideas, Inspector. No one can accuse me of not being thorough. Indeed. I suppose it's having an ear for gossip and a talent for a bit of blind guesswork really. What is, Inspector? Stops your little ideas being a waste of time. Well, I don't think I've ever been complimented quite like that in my life before, Inspector. Don't mention it. Now would you like a flag? Thank you, madam. MISS MARPLE: The elderberry is a little more, shall we say, forthright, Inspector. But I'm sure that will suit your character. Oh, now let me see, where was I? In the garden, madam, attending to your, Betonica grandiflora. Oh, yes, yes. You understand that I can see the comings and goings at the Vicarage front door from my little vantage point.
But I only see as it were, the official visits. Understood. Miss Marple. (DISTANT SOBBING) Come on. We'll see it through. I'll help you. (SOBS) I will. - Oh... - We're leaving. Mrs. Protheroe was first to arrive at 6:15 but that is approximate you understand. She was coming down back lane from the Square. Good evening, Miss Marple. Oh, good evening, Mrs. Protheroe. On her way to meet the Colonel at the Vicarage I understand. Well... Perhaps it was that. Anyway... You know what dresses are these days. Nothing could have been hidden under it, you know. Certainly not a gun. She went round the side of the Vicarage towards the study, presumably to see if the Colonel was there yet and I suppose he wasn't, because she came back almost immediately and went into the old summer house Mr. Redding uses as a studio. Excuse me, madam, we've been taking some statements and... Yes, Sergeant. LAKE: Thank you, madam. You didn't hear a shot, did you, by any chance? No.
Not then. But about 10 minutes later. It seemed to come from the woods. But it didn't sound like the shooting one hears in the woods. But of course it might not if it was echoing back from the woods and wasn't a shotgun in the first place. But it sounded odd. Yes, Sergeant? Well, that ties in with our other statement. Definite shot, sounded odd, about 6:30. The next person to turn up before the shot, you realize, was Mr. Redding. I nearly missed him as a matter of fact as I was dealing just then with a very nasty brute of a dandelion. He came along from the village just about five minutes -after Mrs. Protheroe, and... - Yes, that's right. From the pub, yeah. - I'm so sorry, madam. - That's quite all right, Sergeant. Mr. Redding went straight to the studio and then I heard the shot about 10 minutes later, as I said, and then, shortly after that, he and Mrs. Protheroe left the studio together going towards the Square. Later Mr. Redding returned and went round to the front of the Vicarage at about 6:50. So you see whoever it was, didn't enter the Vicarage by any sides visible to me. Thank you, Miss Marple. You make a decent witness, I'll give you that. Problem is, if Redding and Mrs. Protheroe are in the clear, there's no one else with a real motive. - Oh. Oh, well, I was... - What? Well, I was just thinking of how many other people might want the Colonel out of the way. Oh, I don't say they'd murder him to get him out of the way, but I... Oh, dear me, yes. I'd forgotten him.
I make it five... Possibly six. (FLOORBOARD CREAKING) - What happened at the inquest? - Murder by person or persons unknown. Well, we all knew that, didn't we? (HORN HONKS) Get out! I should have given evidence. Well, I should have been asked. I have pertinent facts to offer. Oh... DR. HAYDOCK: Ladies... - He's going to see the Lestrange woman. - Perhaps she's unwell again. I didn't mean you to get up. Today I felt frightened for the first time. I wish now I'd... I suppose if one's father's been murdered, one might not want to... - What? - Lettice, that dreadful child, she wasn't at the inquest, that's all. Hardly a child, she's old enough to be a little T-A-R-T. Like daughter, like mother. Well, stepmother... - Tea, Vicar. - Thank you. Yes... Now... Oh, are you sure you won't stay for tea, Mr. Hawes?
What? No, thank you. No, thank you. Yes... Oh, dear. Well... Are all inquests like that? I was expecting the whole thing to be much more detailed. The police played their cards very close to their chests, don't you think, Miss Marple? Well, such cards as they possess. Inspector Slack isn't very good at listening. No doubt he'll learn. In a village one can learn a great deal by listening. (PHONE RINGING) Thank you very much, madam, thank you. Just a minute. Wait for it. Yes. 5:30, Colonel and Mrs. Protheroe leave Old Hall by car. Now at approximately the same time, the vicar receives a hoax phone call to go to Abbott's Farm. And his car had been tampered with. Right so, he's out the Vicarage by, uh... 5:40, say. Yes. And between 6:10 and 6:15, Colonel Protheroe arrives at the Vicarage. He's shown through to the study and about five minutes later his wife turns up, comes via the garden going towards the study. On Miss Marple's authority, without a gun. Yes. But almost immediately comes back and goes across to the studio and a couple of minutes later, her lover Redding turns up and they both remain in the studio. And the shot comes 10 minutes later.
Good. And Miss Marple saw all this in her garden the whole time. The police didn't even mention the clock. Well, it would only have confused things. It had obviously been tampered with, so as evidence it was quite useless. No, it was their treatment of the note by the body that surprised me. The handwriting expert seemed to know his onions. Oh, yes, it was obviously a forgery but we didn't need an expert to tell us that. - No, the thing was all wrong anyhow. - How do you mean? Well, do you remember what it said? "Dear Clement, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer..." Well, that's nonsense. He'd only been there a few minutes. No, it was a forgery but rather a clumsy one. I'm afraid we're not dealing with anyone with any degree of subtlety. SLACK: Right. If we prove that the Protheroe widow and her fancy boy Redding couldn't have done it, who does that leave? Protheroe's daughter, Lettice, out playing tennis, claims she can't remember when she left. Other witnesses prove that she had time to get there and do it. Loathed his guts, stands to inherit. Then that woman Lestrange visited Protheroe the day before. Servants overheard some kind of shouting match. Obviously there's a connection, and she had opportunity. Haydock... He had opportunity of course. But I can't see the motive. So... If we are assuming that the Colonel was shot while I was in my garden, well, then the murderer must have come through the kitchen door, or, well...
What, Miss Marple? Have already been in the house. (BELLS TOLLING) LAKE: Excuse me, sir. SLACK: What? - The gun, sir. - What about it? Well, it was nicked from Redding's studio, wasn't it? Well, the vicar's maid cleans the place and the Colonel threatened to chuck that Archer bloke back into chokey for poaching. He was only out on parole and he had a bad time inside they say. Well, according to village gossip, Archer's having a bit of a thing -with the maid at the Vicarage. - Is he, by God? Right. SLACK: Now, the vicar left at when, 5:35? Good... - About then. - What do you mean about? It's very important to be precise. Well, I didn't know anyone was coming to shoot the old swine, did I? Didn't you? - And what does that mean? - We'll come to that in a minute. No, we won't, we'll come to it now. What do you mean? Yes, Inspector, do you have any specific charge? I'll manage, thank you, Vicar.
And what do you mean? You know what I mean. There is a certain man with whom you are conducting a certain relationship. If you're talking about Bill Archer you say so. Yes, I know him and better than most. Better than most. Have you got a note of that, Lake? You realize that Mrs. Price-Ridley saw Archer arrive at the Vicarage the night before the murder at past midnight. - The old crow. - Saw him led into the kitchen. Didn't see him leave. - Um... - He hurt himself, didn't he. He needed help. REVEREND CLEMENT: Ah... He had a bad fall. Tripped over some sort of cord in the woods there. - Buried it was in the leaves. - What woods? By the Vicarage here. So he saw a light, so... - What was he doing in the woods? - Rabbiting. What do you think? He wasn't shooting Magistrates anyway. I gave him a cup of tea. Vicar. We'd better check it I suppose. Detail it to Pringle.
Inspector, I believe I have information quite up to your investigation. Lake, Fletcher, Pringle... (CLEARS THROAT) Now then, madam, what can we do for you? There was a man in my shrubbery. I distinctly heard him sneeze. Yes, madam... I've considerably revised my opinion of Mary. Really. The way she stood up to Inspector Slack was magnificent. No wonder we're a free country. This was sent down by Ann Protheroe. "Dear Vicar, I wonder if you and Griselda "would come up and see me as soon as possible. "I should be very grateful. "Something very strange has occurred and I should like some advice. "Yours etc." Well, it's a nice evening. Let's cycle up. Good evening, Vicar. - Oh. There she goes. Tail up. - Nose down. - Oh, good afternoon, Lettice. - Oh... - Going out, Mr. Hawes? - I won't be long, Mrs. Salisbury. - So you'll want your tea then? - Oh, yes, please. I'm just popping round to Dr. Haydock's.
- Oh, sorry... - Hello. How are you? Oh, well, you know. Quite. (DOG BARKING) Well, there's nothing wrong there. Yes, but, Doctor... There's nothing to worry about, Mr. Hawes. Now tell me how exactly does your difficulty in sleeping manifest itself. Well, it's not really me, Doctor. It's my landlady and her friend. They... They talk. I can hear them through the wall. I hear snatches of what they're actually saying but whenever I hear my name and try to listen, they whisper, and I can't hear a thing. And this goes on at night? Yes. Only at night. It usually starts as soon as I try to go to sleep. Hmm... I'm going to prescribe you some powders, -which are a bit of a relaxant. - Right. They'll help you to feel drowsy. And I want you to come back at the end of next week -whether they work or not. - Right. There we are. So something was nailed up between those trees, a rope let's say.
But why? Suppose these poachers are like natives in the jungle, they always follow the same trails through the woods. But why should anyone... No, it's just another ruddy mystery to chalk up. What did that Price-Ridley woman have to say for herself? Well, she says the Colonel has as good as accused Hawes of petty theft. She reckons something like it herself. Money's missing from the church fund. Oh, yes, and she thinks she heard the murderer in the shrubbery. Reckons she heard him sneeze. So all we've got to do is find someone with a snotty handkerchief. I was out in the garden replenishing my bird tray when I heard him. Well, I thought, "That's someone who has no business being where they are." So I crept indoors and I went upstairs into my bedroom... You see... I can see into the shrubbery from there but when I got there he had disappeared. Well, I think it was Archer. What do you think, Jane? Miss Marple. ANN: I brought it down here because... Well, I don't know why. I wonder if you'd mind taking it away for me. Of course not. It's horrible. I suppose it shouldn't be destroyed. You see, in case it's connected in some way. GRISELDA: I'll come up and fetch it tomorrow. I don't even know who it's of.
It's such an unpleasant incident. I'm sure it isn't a portrait of anyone I know. Why should it affect me? GRISELDA: On top of everything else. I know. I know. It's like an attack on someone. A desecration of... Makes the place even more difficult to... Oh, Wame and his wife are very sweet but... Why don't you come and stay with us? May I? Perhaps after Lawrence has gone. I've sent him away, you know. He'll be gone as soon as he's sorted out the studio. It would have been impossible here if he'd stayed. The talk is positively blasphemous. That all seems to be part of it somehow, but I don't know how. There's poison in the very atmosphere of this place. It seems to work its way in everywhere. Everywhere... I've got to go. It wouldn't be fair to Ann. She's going to hang on. Just a sign of the times in this wretched place. To show she's not ashamed. Then we'll get married. (SIGHS) I wish to God it hadn't had to be like this. But Ann's independent now and she can spit on this village and all its works.
You and I can sympathize with that attitude. I sometimes feel very drawn to a jealous God. Who the hell could have done it, Vicar? I don't know. Sometimes I feel it was someone who... No, never mind. I'll tell you what I think. I think it was someone who was crazy. Protheroe had enemies, sure, but to kill him... No, I think someone just tipped over the edge. Is there anyone in this place who could have hated him enough otherwise? - REVEREND CLEMENT: Good night, Lawrence. -(DOOR CLOSING) DR. HAYDOCK: Vicar... Could I have a word? It's about Hawes. REVEREND CLEMENT: Hearing voices? Hawes? Come to think of it, yes. I thought you'd be able to tell me. I call it psychotic but you may say it's the voice of God. Anything is possible. Depends what the voices said. He hasn't told me. I must say he strikes me as a fish out of water. Over sensitive. Yes, he's probably reacting more strongly to this horrible business than most of us.
Goodness knows it's affected the whole place. I'll get Griselda to have a word with him tomorrow. I intimidate him, according to her. SLACK: Now... The day before the murder, you got Dr. Haydock to drive you to the Old Hall. Yes, I did, to speak to Colonel Protheroe. Can you indicate to me the nature of that interview? No. I'm afraid I must insist, Mrs. Lestrange. No, Inspector. I will assure you that nothing which was said at the interview could possibly have any bearing... We have statements to the effect that this interview got very acrimonious. Colonel Protheroe lost his temper certainly. But then he was prone to that. I am not, and I didn't. And you won't tell me what was discussed. No. Mrs. Le-bloody-strange... I know her game, blackmail. She was blackmailing Protheroe. He refused to pay, threatened to expose her. Inspector. Have you been questioning Mrs. Lestrange? Trying to. Could I have a word in confidence? I had hoped to catch you before you went in to see her. This is in the strictest confidence, you understand... We have to ask ourselves the question, did Eugene and Morris work and die in vain? Are we to banish beauty like the common class of the commonwealth?
Among the most evil men who ever lived, I may add. The enemies of beauty are the enemies of God, you know. GRISELDA: I agree. Oh... You want to go. I'm sorry. Thank you for popping round. No, no. It... It was a pleasure. Look, are you sure you're all right? Yes, of course. Then I'll see you at Matins tomorrow. MISS MARPLE: I think, I believe that you are a sophisticated woman and by that, of course, I don't mean merely in terms of appearance. So that I'm sure you'll understand when I say that my advice would be that there is no point in misleading people any longer. I understand, of course, it was necessary, when you first came, for everyone's sake, most especially the child's but now everything's changed, hasn't it? Especially as you seem to have told her anyway. So I think you should let it out in the open now before it causes some dreadful problems. What are you saying, Miss Marple? Lettice is your daughter, isn't she? (PIANO PLAYING) - Ann. - What? Do you love Lawrence? Yes. - I'm sorry. - It's all right. (WHISTLING)
ANN: I just do. (CONTINUES WHISTLING) I don't mind. You're much older than he is, aren't you? What? Would you be desperate if Lawrence chucked you over? You did it, didn't you, Ann? You killed Daddy. You killed him so that you... So that you and Lawrence... (SOBS) (BLOWS) (CAR DOOR CLOSING) (GATE OPENING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) ANN: I'm not coming in. I've just come to tell you to keep your bloody daughter out of my life and tell her to keep her bloody stupid ideas to herself. There's a law called criminal libel in this country, you know, and I'm damned if I'm going to have my name smeared by a half-witted little tart like her. Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry. Lettice is coming to stay with me. Oh, come in! We've both suffered too much at the hands of that man not to be friends. Do sit down. He's out of the way now. I can see my daughter and you can recover yourself. Why are you... Why are you being... I don't understand.
-(DOOR CLOSING) - Because I'm dying. This will be my last summer. Here's my doctor, you can ask him. It's true. I'd give anything for it not to be. The portrait... It was of you. wasn't it? Yes. Oh, you must forgive Lettice for that. I don't think she meant you to find it. She was frightened that a connection might be made between me and Lucius and that the police might become bothersome. Maybe she thought I actually killed him. Wouldn't it be simple if I had? (ORGAN PLAYING) Well, it's a good house for a Matins. (ALL SINGING) REVEREND CLEMENT: My text today is taken from Psalm 15. "Lord. who shall rest on thy holy hill, "even he that hath used no deceit in his time "and hath not slandered his neighbor." My friends, we are all, in the meaning of that text, neighbors. Amongst us are some who are pure in heart, who'll hear with sorrow what I have to say, urging themselves in imitation of God's great son to forgiveness of those whom I address, amongst whom I include myself. An act of horrible violence and cruelty has taken place amongst us, my neighbors, and whatever we shall discover the reason finally to be, I believe that this was no mere accidental occurrence. The ground was prepared, the time was ripe for such a deed. We are almost all of us involved and those who are involved are guilty. And I beg you do not look at it with mundane eyes, with the eyes of pity, justification, everyday excuses.
Look at it with the eyes of eternity. For one day we shall all be judged and we shall not be treated like re-counseled children. We shall be viewed with the eyes of that eternal judge who weighs our actions absolutely. A fog of anger, and I need remind no one here that anger is one of the deadly sins. A fog of anger surrounded the murdered man. A fog which the bright light of forgiveness may have dispersed. How many of us can say that we found in our hearts even a penny candle of forgiveness to light our way through that gloom. Few, I suspect, and I know I did not. There is one among us who has a dark journey to make, one who has broken the mightiest of all commandments. Let us all pray that this person has already started on his seemingly impossible journey towards the light of our maker's presence, which alone can forgive the unforgiveable. What of the rest of us? From the depths of my contrition, I beg you, join me, journey with me, offer your supplication with mine. Call upon our maker to intercede for our souls that our sins may not have stained them forever and in the light of that hoped for forgiveness let us forgive as he shall forgive us and renounce that which shall surely damn us if we continue. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen. (PHONE RINGING) Hello. Vicarage. Hello? Hello? (BREATHES DEEPLY) (STUTTERS) Is Mr. Clement... No, he hasn't come back from Evensong yet. - He had to go on to... - I... I want to confess. (MUMBLING) Hello? They're doing Tchaikovsky's 1812 on the wireless tonight, and for the salutive cannon at the end they are having some real guns going off in the park across the road from the Albert Hall.
Wish I had one of those recording machines like young Redding has. Miss Marple? Oh. Cannon you say? Most interesting, yes. Vicar, you've... You've rearranged your room. Yes. I thought the memory of that awful evening might perhaps be dissipated if I... And your fine Aspidistra, was that always in this room? No, that was out there in the lobby. Oh. yes. Yes, much better where it is. (PHONE RINGING) Hello. Vicarage. Clement here. Hello, my dear. Yes, of course. Right away. Hawes has attempted to take his own life. MISS MARPLE: Oh, thank you, Mrs. Salisbury. The doctor is on his way. He's very weak. I'm most surprised. Mr. Hawes? Look at this. It's what Colonel Protheroe was writing before he was killed. It accuses Christopher Hawes of stealing from the church fund.
- Oh, dear, dear, dear. - That must be it, mustn't it? That must be the real note, the other was a forgery. Oh, yes. This is the last mortal thing he did. Hawes was trying to telephone to confess. Christopher Hawes a murderer, it's frightening. Well, it depends, doesn't it, on what he wanted to confess to and if he really did want to confess, why did he try to kill himself before doing so? - If he did. - Did? Try to kill himself. Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, I'm just trying to get used to how stupid I've been. MRS. SALISBURY: They're upstairs. Oh... It looks, Doctor, as if he'd taken an overdose of those powders which I see you've given him, but I beg you to keep an open mind on that. I believe, you see, that it was meant to look like that. - What do you reckon? - God knows. It's possible. Anything's possible in this damn business. The curate could have done it. The doctor could have done it. The church cat could have done it as far as I'm concerned. There's only one thing about this business that's certain, wherever you turn there's one person who'll always be there. Good evening, Inspector. He took poison. Whether he meant to or not.
The tranquillizers I prescribed couldn't have this effect. They were muscle relaxants, basically, and their color looked slightly wrong. I'll get them analyzed. Anyways, it's touch and go. Excuse me. Tsk, tsk... - Miss Marple... - He didn't intend to, Inspector. Someone intended him to. Who? Well, Mrs. Salisbury had a glimpse of the person who visited Mr. Hawes after dark this evening, rather surreptitiously she thought. She is, thank heaven, an inquisitive body. Who was it, Miss Marple? The murderer, of course. Now may I propose a little stratagem? Oh. Oh, that's right. That's who I wanted to speak to. There's been a most awful accident, you know. Poor Mr. Hawes took his life, they say. Yes, he's dead. Or good as. Won't ever come out of it. They reckon he'll be dead before the night's out. Oh, they've all gone now, thank goodness. Police were here, everything. I... I didn't tell them that I saw you come around earlier. I thought you wouldn't want to be mixed up in it, but as you were a friend of poor Mr. Hawes, I thought you'd like to know...
(DOG BARKING) (MEOWING) (CREAKING SOFTLY) (MEOWS) (MEOWING) SLACK: Well, well... Mr. Redding... There's a note. MISS MARPLE: May I see it? Oh! Oh, thank you, Inspector. Yes. Oh, dear... Oh... But why did poor Ann Protheroe take her own life? Do you think she suspected that Redding had shot Protheroe and couldn't live with it? Oh, no. Oh, no. No. No. What she couldn't live with was the fact that she was the murderer. She killed her husband, you know. - Ann? - MISS MARPLE: Oh, yes. Just as she told us she did. When of course we weren't meant to believe it. Oh, dear me, is that the time?
- I think I really... - Miss Marple, you mustn't go. You must tell us what happened. Where is that wretched girl with the tea? (PHONE RINGING) Hello. Vicarage. (KETTLE BOILING) You'd better get on with their tea. girl. No hurry. You'll be glad to hear that Christopher Hawes has regained consciousness and is out of danger. Oh... - Oh, thank goodness for that. - Oh, yes, indeed. Yes. (SIGHS) Now do sit down, then. We're not going to let Miss Marple go to bed until she's explained everything. MISS MARPLE: Oh. Oh... Well, you see, I made the most dreadful mistake of underestimating young Mr. Redding. I thought we were dealing with someone whose crudity would eventually expose them. What I hadn't bargained for was being made to think it was someone not very bright when, in fact, he was extremely subtle. The double confession... Pointing the finger too crudely at the real murderer. Planting the Colonel's letter on eccentric Mr. Hawes and staging his suicide, most clever. I think we've been extremely lucky, Inspector. - You see, what I still don't... - Oh. you want to know how they did it. Well, we have to go back to the morning of the murder.
Mr. Redding waited until you'd gone out, Vicar. Griselda was in London. It wasn't until you rearranged your room, Vicar, that I realized where Mr. Redding must have put his gun. He'd already immobilized your car, so the scene was now set. That evening Mr. Redding telephoned you pretending to be Mr. Abbot's neighbor and you were out of the way. They counted on my being in my garden. Good evening, Miss Marple. Oh! Oh, good evening, Mrs. Protheroe. The dress was selected with great care. She knew I was a noticing sort of person but I could tell she hadn't so much as a handkerchief in the top of her stockings. Never mind a gun. The gun was silenced. (SILENCED GUNSHOT) But when it went off Mrs. Price-Ridley heard it. She believed she'd heard someone in her shrubbery, sneezing, she thought. So she went upstairs to get a better view. Now this was very unfortunate as she was not there to connect the sound of the sneeze with Mrs. Protheroe leaving the study and crossing to the studio to await Mr. Redding. It was a few minutes before he turned up. I nearly missed him, as a matter of fact, as I was at that moment occupied in another part of my garden. I didn't notice that he was not quite his usual self but I should have been alerted by the fact that he waved to me. He'd never done that before. He wanted to be noticed, you see. Mr. Redding had set up one of the nesting boxes at the edge of the woods with a loud speaker inside it, the wire running back to his tape recorder inside the studio. This was the wire that Bill Archer tripped over the night before the murder. At precisely 6:30, Mr. Redding switched on the tape recorder and the final touch to this masterpiece of confusion was applied. (GUNSHOT) The shot sounded odd so it took my attention. Mr. Redding was relying on the fact that a gun shot inside a room which then echoed outside would sound odd.
I don't think Ann Protheroe ever recovered from what she'd done. In Mr. Redding's company she might have forgotten occasionally but I think she realized she'd destroyed her life. Oh, she had wealth and freedom, of course. She'd tried to save Lawrence Redding till the last. Well, I must say, I'm glad she didn't succeed. That would never do. Tea. Oh, and, uh... Some of your rock cakes. How thoughtful of you. Oh, my dear, do you think you should, in your condition? (LAUGHS) I've always suspected you of keeping a broomstick under the stairs, Miss Marple, and now I know. - Griselda... - Yes, Len darling? What... I mean... Condition? A little Clement is forecast... - Oh, I say! - Yes, but what I still don't see it... I say! - What? - Oh. I say... (LAUGHS) What was that? (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) HI, CLIFF. MAY I BORROW YOUR SWEAT SHIRT?
YOU HAVE IT ON. THANK YOU. EVER SINCE YOU STARTED THESE POTTERY CLASSES YOU'VE GONE THROUGH EVERY ONE OF MY SWEAT SHIRTS. I LIKE WEARING THEM. THEY'RE COMFORTABLE. THEY REMIND ME OF YOU. LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU LIE. YOU JUST WEAR MINE BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO DIRTY UP YOUR OWN. THAT'S ANOTHER GOOD REASON. IT'S NOT FAIR. YOU CAN WEAR MY SWEAT SHIRTS MY SWEAT PANTS, MY HATS, MY JACKETS. I CAN'T WEAR ANYTHING OF YOURS. DARLING, THAT'S BECAUSE ALL YOUR CURVES ARE IN THE WRONG PLACES. NO, DON'T EVEN KISS ME. OH, COME ON. YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT AND THEN YOU WANT TO KISS SOMEBODY. NO. I'M SORRY. FIRST YOU SAY YOU WANT TO KISS SOMEBODY. THEN YOU SAY, "I'M SORRY." I DON'T WANT TO KISS ANYONE WHO'S SORRY. IF I CAN'T APOLOGIZE OR KISS YOU WHAT CAN I DO? YOU CAN GIVE ME BACK MY SWEAT SHIRT. IT'S NOT WORTH IT.
YEAH, SO YOU SAY. LISTEN, WHERE'S THE ANCHOVY PASTE? IT'S IN THE BOTTOM OF THE REFRIGERATOR. WHY? I'M GOING TO MAKE PATE. FOR ME? NO. FOR DR. MORGAN WHO'S COMING OVER TO TALK ABOUT THE HOSPITAL FUND-RAISER. I HOPE IT'S ANOTHER CARNIVAL. I REALLY ENJOYED THAT. WELL, I DIDN'T. CLIFF, YOU WERE A HIT. NO, I WAS NOT A HIT. I HAD TO SIT IN THAT DUNKING BOOTH. I KNOW. I'M NOT SITTING IN IT ANYMORE. WHY? IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. FUN? FOR ME? SITTING IN THAT CHAIR, WATCHING PEOPLE HIT THE THING AND I FALL SIX FEET INTO THAT COLD, NASTY, DIRTY WATER? WATCHING MY WIFE SAYING: "COME HERE, KNOCK MY HUSBAND DOWN." AND THEN EVERY BOYFRIEND THAT DENISE HAS EVER DATED CAME WITH POCKETFULS OF MONEY. HEY. WHAT'S THAT?
PATE. CAN I HAVE SOME? YOU WON'T LIKE IT. YES, I WILL. IT'S MADE OUT OF LIVER. I DON'T LIKE LIVER. AND IT HAS GROUND UP WORMS' EYES IN IT. I DON'T LIKE WORMS' EYES. AND THEN THEY HAVE SAUTEED CHICKENS' TOES. I DON'T LIKE SAUTEED CHICKEN TOES. SO YOU WANT SOME? YES. YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY. THEY'RE FOR DR. MORGAN. HE'S COMING OVER TO TALK ABOUT THE SPRING FUND-RAISER. DUNK DADDY! NO DUNK DADDY. HAVE YOU SEEN A BLUE FOLDER? NO. THIS IS TERRIBLE. WHAT'S IN IT? PROBABLY THE BEST HISTORY PAPER EVER WRITTEN- SEVEN PAGES, TYPED PERFECTLY 855 WORDS THREE WEEKS OF MY LIFE, AND I LOST IT. OKAY, STOP. DID YOU TAKE THE PAPERS OUT OF THE HOUSE? NO. SO IT'S IN THE HOUSE. BUT WHERE? JUST THINK CALMLY AND THOROUGHLY
AND YOU'LL FIND IT. I'LL HELP. NO, THANK YOU. IT'S NOT A BAD IDEA, BECAUSE SHE IS FANTASTIC AT FINDING THINGS THAT DON'T BELONG TO HER. I DON'T WANT TO SEARCH THE HOUSE WITH RUDY. TRUST ME. GO UPSTAIRS, TAKE HER WITH YOU GET A PIECE OF YOUR TYPING PAPER LET HER SNIFF IT, AND TURN HER LOOSE. GO AHEAD. COME ON, RUDY. LET'S START IN DADDY'S ROOM. NO! HEY, DAD. HEY. HEY, DR. HUXTABLE. ISN'T IT NIGHTTIME OUTSIDE? YEAH. IS THE GLARE OF THE MOON BOTHERING YOU? WE BOUGHT THESE FOR OUR HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT. AH, OKAY. YOU GUYS WANT TO LOOK COOL WHILE YOU'RE DOING YOUR HOMEWORK. WE HAVE TO DO A PRESENTATION FOR SPEECH CLASS. WE'RE DOING A RAP. YOU MEAN LIKE: HEY, MY NAME IS CLIFF AND I'M A DOCTOR AND I WILL SIT AND DO THE THING. HEY, PO PAP HEP-HEP-HEP.
IS THAT IT? SOMETHING LIKE THAT. WAS I MEAN? YOU WERE OKAY. WAIT, PATE. DON'T YOU TOUCH IT! THIS IS FOR THE GUEST. ALL RIGHT. NO, YOU ARE NOT A GUEST. NEVER HAVE BEEN. ALL RIGHT. THERE'S THE DOCTOR COMING NOW. DAN. HEY, CLIFF. HOW YOU FEEL? I'M FEELING GOOD. AND NO DUNKING BOOTH. I NEVER MENTIONED A DUNKING BOOTH. I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. I WON'T DISCUSS ANYTHING RELATING TO BASEBALLS OR FALLING IN THE WATER. I JUST CAME TO DISCUSS THE FUND-RAISER. THEO. HEY, DR. MORGAN. HOW YOU DOING? HAVE YOU MET COCKROACH? NO, I WOULD HAVE DEFINITELY REMEMBERED THAT. HOW YOU DOING? THEO, IS THAT A MOUSTACHE ON YOUR TOP LIP?
YES, IT IS. IS IT YOURS? YES, IT IS. DOES YOUR DADDY KNOW? YES, HE DOES. MY DAD NOTICED MINE A LOT SOONER THAN DR. HUXTABLE NOTICED THEO'S. YOU WISH. DAD, WHEN DID YOU FIRST NOTICE MY MOUSTACHE? WHEN DR. MORGAN SAID YOU HAD ONE. SIT DOWN. WHAT GRADE ARE YOU GUYS IN NOW? TENTH. THOUGHT ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO COLLEGE? WE DON'T GRADUATE FOR ANOTHER TWO YEARS YET. YOU'RE GOING TO MOREHOUSE COLLEGE IN ATLANTA, GEORGIA. WE ARE? I WENT THERE. YOU'LL LOVE IT. WAIT, WAIT. WHAT? MY SON WILL MAKE UP HIS OWN MIND ABOUT COLLEGE. DAD SAYS I HAVE TO GO TO HILLMAN. TELL YOU WHAT. YOUR DAD AND I WILL TAKE A WEEKEND OFF. FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, WE'LL GO TO MOREHOUSE. ON OUR WAY BACK, WE'LL DRIVE PAST HILLMAN. MAY I? OH, PLEASE DO. THAT'S PATE.
UH-HUH. THEY SERVE THAT EVERY DAY AT HILLMAN. MOREHOUSE, THEY GIVE YOU PEANUT BUTTER. AYE YI YI. WHOA, WHOA! WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THAT UPSTAIRS? THANKS, DAD. DON'T SPILL IT ON THE RUG, PLEASE. THIS WILL BE EATEN BEFORE WE GET TO MY ROOM. YOU GUYS TAKE IT EASY. LET'S GET DOWN TO THE BUSINESS OF THIS FUND-RAISER. GOOD. HERE'S WHAT I WAS THINKING... UH-HUH. I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE A BANQUET. THAT WAY PEOPLE CAN PUT ON... THEY DID THAT BEFORE. IT DIDN'T MAKE MUCH MONEY. I KNOW THAT AN AUCTION WILL. WE GET THE BIG CORPORATIONS... WE DID THAT SIX YEARS AGO. IT DID WORSE THAN THE BANQUET. BUT THE ECONOMY WAS DOWN THEN. IT'S UP NOW. UNDERSTAND? TO BE HONEST THE BEST WE'VE EVER DONE WAS LAST YEAR'S CARNIVAL. LISTEN TO THESE FIGURES. SEE, AT MOREHOUSE THEY TAUGHT US HOW TO MAKE A PROFIT.
$500. $900. $28,000. YOU CAN HAVE A CARNIVAL AND THE DUNKING BOOTH. WHY MUST I SIT IN IT? THE KIDS LOVED THE WAY YOU ACTED LIKE YOU WERE MAD. ACTED? I WAS NOT ACTING. KNOCKING ME IN THAT WATER... STOP LAUGHING AT ME. I'M LAUGHING WITH YOU. YEAH... HI! HOW YOU DOING, DAN? HI, CLAIR. HI, DENISE. HI, DR. MORGAN. HOW'S CINDY? I HAVEN'T SEEN HER RECENTLY. SHE'S FINE. SIT DOWN. HOW WAS CLASS? TONIGHT WAS THE BEST. THESE TWO ARE TAKING POTTERY CLASS TOGETHER. MOM, WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD AND SHOW DAD WHAT YOU MADE? I HAPPEN TO BE VERY PROUD OF WHAT I MADE. GO AHEAD. SHOW DAD. I WILL SHOW HIM WHAT I MADE WHEN I'M READY. SHOW HIM WHAT YOU MADE.
YOU SHOW HIM YOURS FIRST. DR. MORGAN AND I ARE GETTING OLD SITTING HERE. WE'LL SHOW THEM TOGETHER. ON THE COUNT OF THREE. ONE, TWO, THREE. I THINK THEY'RE BOTH BEAUTIFUL. THANK YOU. NO. THAT'S NOT TRUE AT ALL. ONE OF THEM DEFINITELY IS NOT. I'M NOT NAMING ANY NAMES. MOM... FOR YOUR FIRST TRY, IT'S REALLY GOOD. I THINK SO, TOO, CLAIR. LET'S SET IT IN THE KITCHEN COUNTER. REALLY? SOMEONE WILL PUT SOMETHING IN IT AND THEN WE'LL KNOW WHAT IT IS. YOU WANTED TO TAKE THIS CLASS SO YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF ME. MOM, I'M SORRY. YOU DO EVERYTHING SO GREAT. IT'S JUST NICE TO SEE YOU MESS UP. YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT, LITTLE GIRL. DAN, YOU WANT SOME TEA? LOVE IT. HOW ABOUT A CUP FOR ME? HAH. WAIT A MINUTE. DON'T GET MAD AT ME. I'M JUST TELLING THE TRUTH ABOUT THIS.
YOU CANNOT TELL THE TRUTH AND BE MY FRIEND. MOM I'M SORRY I LAUGHED AT YOU. NO, YOU'RE NOT. I KNOW. DON'T LEAVE THIS ONE IN HERE. YOU'LL FRIGHTEN THE GUEST. YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA, MAN? HOW ABOUT IF WE PUT CLAIR IN THE BOOTH? YOU OKAY? LOOK, CLIFF, I'VE REALLY GOT TO BE GOING. YOU JUST HOLD ONTO THIS. YOU JUST GOT HERE. I KNOW, BUT IT'S JUST THAT... HMM? CLIFF... YOU'VE GOT A BEAUTIFUL FAMILY. YEAH? DON'T EVER TAKE IT FOR GRANTED. COME HERE. I FEEL SO STUPID. BUT THE MOREHOUSE MAN IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL STUPID. CLIFF, I DIDN'T WANT TO COME HERE AND TALK ABOUT THIS. YOU HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING YET, DAN. IT'S JUST SEEING CLAIR AND DENISE TOGETHER LIKE THAT IT MADE ME THINK OF CINDY AND HER MOM. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM? SARAH'S FINE.

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