Agatha Christie's Marple

SPEAKING GERMAN I'm falling off, I'm falling off! I can not hold her!

SPEAKING GERMAN Am I in Heaven?

Am I in Heaven?

Obituary Jason Rafiel Philanthropist and man of letters

Miss Marple?

- Yes. - I'm Mr Broadribb.

You're not terrifying, after all.

- Should I be? - Mr Rafiel called you Nemesis.

The bequest is modest

A gramophone? It's very thoughtful of Jason but...

Oh, no, Mr Rafiel left you 500 pounds.

But there is, apparently, a conditlon attached...

..which he wanted to tell you himself.

Jane, I wish you to investigate

a possible crime and right a dreadful wrong.

The pieces of the puzzle I have, myself, assembled

but it wlll be for you to fit them together into a complete

and, I suspect, most terrible picture.

Then,my dear,I imagine you returning to your beautiful roses

carefree again.

But first, you must once more become

that goddess of retribution and righteous anger.

Once more, be Nemesis.

Let justice roll down like waters,

and righteousness like an everlasting stream.

And there was this. Two tickets to a mystery coach tour.

''Take a trusted companion

"of your choosing to support you if danger threatens...

"..which it may.''

The choice is yours.

I know the deadline looms.

That's what deadlines are for, to loom and scare

but until the muse descends...

You're my agent, Marjorie,

just tell the publishers

the new Raymond West will be sensational.

Hold, please, Marjorie.

Raymond West.

Oh, Sophia.

Avril? No, l haven't seen Avril for...

Hold, please, Sophia.

Avril! I didn't mean it. You were perfect...

Marjorie, I'm writing a novel,

not baking a cake. How do I know how long it's...

Tuesday week? Oh, tell them what the hell you like.

Sophia.

Hello?

Oh, Avril. I knew you'd be back!

I knew you'd be back, my...

Aunt Jane.

I tried to telephone but the line's always engaged.

How wonderfully lovely to see you.

- My favourite aunt. - Your only aunt, Raymond.

- Is something the matter? - I've had a strange request.

Fascinating.

What kind of man was Jason Rafiel?

He was German...

but left in 1933 when the Nazis burned his books.

He wrote about justice.

I admired him more than I can say.

And he'd have done anything for me.

What did he mean by ''a possible crime''?

Something that happened

that may or may not have been a crime?

Or a crime that hasn't happened yet but possibly will.

Daffodil Tours?

Find where Truth lies and you will find the truth.

I could do with a holiday.

Avril and Sophia can wait.

- I like a girl in uniform. - I'll take those for you.

Just wait in the barn for a moment.

Beauty and the beast.

Sydney and Margaret Lumley.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Sir... Good morning. - Morning.

Either Michael Faber or Laurence Raeburn.

They're the only single travellers.

He looks like an off-duty undertaker.

Could be handy if someone's murdered.

Good morning.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Welcome to Daffodil Tours. - Morning.

Amanda Dalrymple and friend.

I hope he knows what he's letting himself in for.

Why? Is she another of your...

Certainly not. Perish the thought.

- Ray! Quelle surprise! - Oui, isn't it?

You've brought your dinky typewriter.

Are your fingers tip-tip-tapping with a new novel?

They never never stop.

Er... Meet my aunt, Miss Jane Marple.

The Honourable Amanda Dalrymple.

What a curiously charming hat!

Raymond's treating me to a little break and...

Oh, my solicitor and general...thing.

- Derek Turnbull. - Sit.

What fun, eh? Yes.

Raeburn?

Even the lower orders need a holiday sometime.

Evidently.

- Just wait inside a moment. - Thank you.

Poor chap. Tank Regiment, from his tie.

Captain Martin Waddy and his wife Rowena.

- Don't fuss. It's fine. - Sorry.

Good morning, Sisters. Welcome.

Thank you.

There's something about nuns, don't you think?

All that scratchy black.

Oh. Mother Superior Agnes Carson

and Sister Clotilde Merryweather.

What a merry little band we are.

We're just waiting for our last passenger.

Sorry for the delay.

- Don't mention it. - Why, thank you.

I'm Georgina Barrow, your guide and driver.

We nearly left without you.

But you did not. Good.

Yes. Good. Thank you.

Guten Morgen. Michael Faber.

He's a bloody German.

- I beg your pardon? - Oh, nothing. I was just wondering.

- This your first time over here? - Second.

I was in the Luftwaffe.

I'm sure you're most welcome, Mr Faber.

Thank you, Sister.

Old sins cast long shadows.

Do you get the impression everybody knows everybody?

What would I do without you?

Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Daffodil,

welcome...to our little mystery tour.

And it's off we go!

Let justice roll down like waters,

and righteousness like an everlasting stream.

I expect that's the map that he used to bomb us.

The war's over.

- May I, Mr Raeburn? - Oh, please.

I prefer a coach to a train, don't you?

Yes.

A straight line's all very well but twists

and turns are so much more absorbing.

What brings you on the tour?

I was kindly sent a ticket by a gentleman

who remembered me from a house party.

But I can't recall him.

- As one gets older... - Amos Flaire.

- Flair? How unusual. - With an E.

- I don't know why I can't remember him. - Oh, do shut up!

Daffodil Tours asked me along

to get them a mention in Tatler.

What's Biarritz done to deserve your absence?

- Too many other expenses. - Who asked you?

Do you know Miss Dalrymple?

I was in service to her uncle as his butler.

Isn't that odd?

Isn't it?

Martin, don't feel like you have to do everything -

It's a holiday!

I'm not an invalid.

Sister? Sorry...

Have you been to Dorking?

Not to my knowledge.

- Are there many nuns in Dorking? - No.

No. You must just have one of those faces.

Ladies and gentlemen, our first stop

is the historic Forrester Grange,

ancestral home of the Forrester family.

Is something the matter?

It's where I was in service to Lord Forrester.

This splendid basilica recalls

the glory of ancient Rome in the heart of England.

Notice the gilded gods looking down on us lesser mortals

as we make our way

through the riot of coloured marble and on into the ballroom

The ninth Lord Forrester was renowned for extravagant balls,

attracting the creme de la creme of society.

The Prince of Wales is said

to have danced the fandango here in 1814.

It's lovely here, isn't it?

Moving on.

And there's Lord Forrester with his family in 1772.

Attributed to Thomas Gainsborough but who really knows?

The wall hangings are of crimson silk

by the Huguenot weavers of Spitalfields.

Moving on.

136 feet in length.

The long gallery was designed

to afford variety and amusement

for those ladies retreating

from the unseemly revelry of gentlemen still at dinner.

Next, the print room.

The original wood panelling was replaced in 1767...

Are you unwell?

Unsettled.

- Memories? - Yes.

Why have we come here of all places?

- It is a coincidence, isn't it? - Another one.

First Miss Dalrymple and now Forrester Grange.

Is Lord Forrester still in residence?

No, he's in a nursing home.

Not long for this world, so I hear.