Agatha Christie's Marple

Oi, Robbie! Look at this!

Whoa!

Hey, Mike.

- What? - I'll race you.

Come on! - Whoo!

Whoa -Be careful. Don't slip.

Come on! Faster!

Mike!

Pete!

Pete!

Help! Help me!

Grab my hand!

Pete! Oh, God, no!

No!

Pete! No!

In my end is my beginning.

That's what they say, isn't it?

"My end, my beginning..."

I miss him so much.

When I chat with Robbie Hayman, remembering Pete,

and talking about our plans for the future...

I can't tell you how grateful we are.

I didn't do anything.

You risked your life.

Anyone would have done the same.

You're the best friend in the world, Mike.

More than a friend.

Come on, mate.

One day, I'll repay you... something really special.

Or when I first saw Ellie...

insubstantial as a dream.

Are you thinking of buying?

Oh.

It's out of my league, I'm afraid, madam.

Just passing through, are you?

- Yes, madam. - Working, I imagine?

- Driving an old couple around. - Yes.

It is such a lovely corner of the world,

don't you think, Mister...

Rogers.

Marple. Jane Marple.

I'm not from these parts, either.

I'm... I'm just staying with an old friend

who's recently lost her husband.

One can find it all too easy to lose touch.

I'm sure one can, madam.

There's really no need to call me "madam."

Oh, no. Sorry, madam. That's...

- - There I go again.

Yes, this is an unhappy house, one hears.

In what way?

I... I'm not the person to ask, Mr. Rogers,

but they do say that the gypsies have put a curse on it.

Now why would they go and do a thing like that?

Well, it's all superstition, of course,

but the locals take it very seriously.

Jane!

My old friend, Marjorie.

She insists on a brisk walk before luncheon.

It's been so nice to meet you, Mr. Rogers.

Miss Marple.

Oh, Marjorie, I've just met the sweetest young man.

A gypsy's curse. That was a new one.

So I thought I'd take a peek.

It wasn't a ruin I was looking at.

It was my destiny.

Gipsy's Acre.

I'd knock it down, build the most fantastic house,

and there you'd have it... my future.

Michael Rogers, country squire.

Sounded good to me.

What are you up to?

Just having a look.

Thinking of buying?

Yes.

Chauffeur, are you?

That's right.

Best foot forward, Jane.

The sooner we finish, the sooner we eat.

I'd like to think so.

About Gipsy's Acre you don't.

What's there to know? Go on. Tell me.

What happened there? - The last owners died.

All of them. - How?

You're out of your depth, sonny.

Go back to mummy.

Tell me.

Read your palm for sixpence.

Go on, then.

Gonna be rich, am I?

Every night and every morn, some to misery are born.

Every morn and every night,

some are born to sweet delight.

Sixpence for that? You're having a laugh.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to endless night.

But I had to put my dreams of Gipsy's Acre on hold,

and return to London.

I've turned my hand to lots of things,

but never stuck at them.

Not that I'm lazy, just sort of restless.

All that war stuff. Austerity. Know your place.

Time for a change, I reckoned.

I wasn't sure how.

Then, one day, with time to kill,

I found myself in Bond Street,

so thought I'd do a bit of window-shopping...

when something caught my eye.

He seemed a nice enough bloke,

so I popped in, and asked the price.

25 grand!

I needed a stiff one after that.

Thanks, mate.

Robbie?

An architect? - Yes.

You always did have a bit of artistic bent.

- What have you been up to? - What haven't I been up to?

Stable boy.

Fruit picker. Waiter.

Lifeguard.

Lifeguard?

I was a chauffeur for a while,

driving these pompous old gits around here

and on the Continent.

Stinking rich, they were,

forever looking down their noses.

But I was nice as pie. - I can imagine.

Always ended up with a whacking great tip.

That's a nasty cough you got there.

I'm not too clever.

You should get that seen to.

I haven't forgotten, you know?

What?

Trying to save Pete.

Oh. That was ages ago.

Get a load of that.

I could build you a house.

I know exactly what you like.

And do you know exactly how much I've got

in my Post Office savings?

Born poor doesn't mean you have to stay poor.

Good old Robbie.

Ever the romantic.

I'm serious.

It's a dream, mate.

It's just a dream.

Sold to the gentleman at the back.

Now, ladies and gentlemen...

We can't keep you away, can we?

Oh, afraid not, Miss Marple.

Day off, is it?

I've moved on.

Oh, I was wondering where that smart uniform had gone.

I'm just a humble barman now.

- - Shh!

Now, where were we?

Gipsy's Acre still casting its spell, though?

The trouble is, when I want something...

Ah, everyone has to be tenacious these days.

All a little cut-and-thrust for my liking.

The house didn't get sold,

so I decided to take another look.

And that's how I came to meet Ellie.

Sorry. I wasn't expecting to, uh...

That's quite all right.

I wasn't expecting to meet anybody either.

Such a lonely spot.

Sort of... scary.

Old ruins can get you like that.

It's up for auction today.

I've just come from there, as it happens.

Do you know if it was sold?

It didn't meet its reserve.

Are you thinking of buying?

No.

I can't think of anything better.

It's rather decrepit.

Oh, yeah, but you'd pull it all down,

build something really special.

And the view.

If you cleared all this away, then...

Voilà.

A beautiful jewel.

A house for lovers.

So I told her about Robbie,

and how we'd dreamt of the future,

how I'd tried to save his brother's life,

and how he'd offered to repay me.

I think he's consumptive. - Oh, but that's awful.

Yeah.

I'd like a house like that, built out of love.

What's your name?