"Broken Mirror" movie
text / [English] Jonathan Hales, Barry Sandler
translation / Liu Ning
Country Street
A carriage full of hay wanders through the side street. At the end of the small street, there is a small bridge across the crystal clear river. A postman rides a bicycle across the bridge deck. Two villagers walked slowly down the street on horseback. The spire of a church peeked out in the distance.
In Miss Marple's garden , the
morning light was dim, and the birds were chirping. Miss Marple was busy with her beloved roses. Cherry, the maid, chatted with Miss Marple as she cleaned the window.
Jason 's office director at Gossington Manor
is sitting on his desk, with his feet on a chair, arguing with producer Marty on the phone.
Jason: Listen, Marty, I don't care what those bastards ask, as long as they make this movie a hit. Stop haggling with them...I don't want to argue with you. But I'm the director, and even if I wanted three dozen kangaroos with Ph.Ds and poker, you'd have to get me. Understand? Oh, did you ask Marina? She's fine, Marty. Ella, Jason's secretary, and the owner, Mrs Bantry, were sitting on a settee
in the music room in the manor .
Butler Bates brought two cups of tea. From the window there was a view of the garden, and people were busy preparing for a picnic.
Ella: Mrs Bantry, I'm so sorry, Marina went to town to try it on. She specifically asked me to tell you, sorry for the missed appointment today.
Mrs Bantry: It's nothing. By the way, what movie did you guys come here for?
Ella: Mary Queen of Scots.
Mrs Bantry: Really? How interesting!
Ella: Marina specifically asked me to check all the arrangements for the picnic. She was worried that there would be very few attendees.
Mrs Bantry laughed disapprovingly.
Ella: We're living together here.
Mrs Bantry: Dear Miss Zielinsky, Miss Gregg's presence has excited the whole village. Because it's not every day that big stars come, not to mention her director husband.
The door opened and Jason hurried in.
Ella: Yo, Jason, we're talking about you! This is Mrs Bantry... this is Mr Rad Jason.
The two shook hands and greeted each other.
Jason: My wife and I are very happy to live in your residence.
He picked up a sandwich and sat down in an armchair.
Mrs Bantry: Oh, Mr Jason, don't keep thinking this is my house. This house has been too big for me since my husband who was a colonel passed away. Well, it's time for me to say goodbye.
Jason: Would you like some more tea?
Mrs Bantry: No, thank you.
The three stood up at the same time. Mrs Bantry straightened her clothes, picked up her handbag and said: Please stay. Please greet your wife on your behalf. (nodding again to Ella) Goodbye, Miss Zielinsky.
Ella: Goodbye, Mrs Bantry.
Jason watched Mrs Bantry leave, turned and asked Ella: Where is Marina?
Ella sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.
Ella: Upstairs, sleeping like a dead pig.
Jason: Are you taking those damn pills again?
Ella: No.
Jason walks up to Ella: I'm going to make her happy. God knows, she's suffered enough...
Ella: She'll be happy until she gets bored of playing the role of the hostess of this manor!
Jason sat down beside Ella: Ella!
Ella turned her head apologetically: I'm sorry, I'm going too far.
Jason cupped her chin and turned her face: don't upset her, okay?
Ella: All right.
Jason kissed her cheek gratefully, stood up, and walked straight to the office.
The garden party of Gossington Manor was
a lively scene, and the villagers came one after another, bustling. People were talking in groups of three or five. A group of colorful balloons floated in the air. The postman Foxley was vigorously conducting the music, the boys marched in the role of officers, and an old woman was selling drinks to the children. There, Mrs Bantry and Miss Giles walked and talked in the crowd. In the distance, a major and Miss Marple came slowly, and saw Mrs Bantry and other women, greeting each other.
Miss Giles: Do you think she will come into the garden?
Miss Marple: Who?
Miss Giles: That movie star Marina Gregg!
Miss Marple: I don't know anything about movie stars, but I'm sure Miss Greg will not disappoint these fans.
Miss Giles: I hope so.
Miss Marple: I am sure that our dear postman Mr. Foxley will announce her arrival with a suitable piece of music.
Foxley, still conducting the band, turned his head from time to time and looked towards the manor house. Suddenly, Ella appeared at the door of the building, and she raised her right hand to signal to Foxley. Foxley excitedly raised his finger stick and drew an arc into the air, and the band immediately played the "Supreme Show Business" tune. Miss Marple and the others turned their faces to the band at the same time, and there was a commotion in the crowd on the lawn.
Marina finally appeared at the door of the building. She was wearing a white floor-length dress and a wreath of flowers on her head. She smiled and walked down the steps.
Miss Giles: Oh, Miss Marple, you're right!
The band played vigorously, and Mr. Foxley flushed with excitement. The graceful Marina walked through the crowd with graceful manners. People couldn't help but flock to her, applauding and welcoming. A policeman tried in vain to block the crowd. Villagers and reporters with cameras kept pressing the shutter.
Mrs. Babcock applauded excitedly in the crowd, standing on tiptoe from time to time to look at Marina, and Ella came to her side.
Ella: Mrs. Babcock!
Mrs. Babcock: Huh?
Ella: Miss Greg would like to thank all of you who helped to prepare the garden party. Would you like to go to the lobby...
Babcock: Oh, definitely. So exciting.
Ella: Thank you.
Mrs Babcock turned to her daughter Wendy and said: "This is such a delight! Wendy, you know...
Wendy: I know you've seen her once before.
Ella squeezed into the crowd and walked up to the Major and Miss Marple and others: Major, ladies, we would be honored if you could join us in the lobby for refreshments.
Major: Thank you, I must go.
Miss Giles: We are delighted to accept the invitation!
Ella smiled and nodded, then quietly left.
Over there, Marina was happily playing games with a group of children when Ella walked towards her.
Ella: Marina...Jason is looking for you everywhere, and the guests are here.
Marina: Oh, but I'm having a good time!
Ella: Hold on tight.
Marina turned abruptly and glared at her.
Marina: Maybe I can borrow some "restraint" from you? We seem to be sharing a lot these days!
Marina walked away after speaking, Ella blushed and followed behind.
At the other end of the garden, the children were playing a game of cloth bags, covering their feet to waist-high with cloth bags, jumping, and running towards the finish line. A black and white puppy barked happily behind a child. Unexpectedly, the rope on the collar caught Miss Marple's feet. She lost her balance, staggered, and fell to the ground on her back. Exclaimed Miss Giles bent down and helped her sit up.
Miss Giles: Oh, gosh, are you all right?
Doctor Haydock heard the news and came to examine her injuries.
Miss Marple: Dr. Haydock, I'm sure there's nothing wrong.
Doctor: So, you're still going to race! You fell hard!
Miss Marple: Nonsense, nothing at all.
Doctor: It's strange, there are no fractures. I've never been able to figure out what's the mystery of your skeletal structure. I'll take you back in the car...I'll see you tomorrow. Then I'll tell you the gossip you haven't heard today.
Miss Marple: The grapevine? I think it's a healthy interest in human nature! The guests gathered in the
hall of Gossington Manor , making a noise.
Butler Bates called Cherry aside and said: Cherry, please go upstairs and take care of it, okay? They seem to want to drink up our wine before giving up!
Cherry responded, took the tray, and walked towards the stairs. She dodged carefully in the crowd. The pastor was chatting with Marina when Jason came over and handed the pastor a glass of lemon juice.
Pastor: Yo, thank you...
Marina looked at Jason with pleading eyes.
Jason (clearing): Uh, Marina, honey, the mayor is upstairs, I think you should...
Marina: Ah, of course, I'll go right now. please forgive.
Pastor: Please... A group of guests
upstairs at Gossington Manor
surrounded the mayor and the mayor's wife, talking. Marina walked upstairs, smiling and nodding to everyone frequently. Then cordially socialized with the mayor and the mayor's wife.
Gossington Hall Hall
Jason and Mrs Heather Babcock, Miss Giles, the Reverend and Mrs Bantry in a circle.
Pastor: Mrs. Babcock is the tireless secretary of our committee. Women wouldn't know what to do without her...
Jason: I'm sure she's doing a great job.
Ella came and whispered to Mrs. Babcock. Mrs. Babcock flushed with excitement, and she hurried away with Ella.
Gossington Village West Upstairs
Mrs Babcock and Ella went upstairs. Marina was still talking to the mayor, and a female photographer was huddling around to steal the shot. Marina was relieved to see Ella. Ella introduced them to each other. Marina and Mrs. Babcock shook hands, and the female photographer immediately raised the camera. Babcock shuddered with excitement when he realized it was a shot of them shaking hands. She looked at Marina with adoring and loving eyes, and started the conversation: I know, it sounds ridiculous. I also know that you won't remember. You've seen thousands of people... Of course it's impossible, that was many years ago... (thoughtfully) During the war I was treated at Lens Hospital in Plymouth, you Made a special trip to show condolences to those lovely soldiers. (Marina listens with a forced smile) Oh, I remember it very well, like it happened yesterday!
Gossington Manor Hall
Cherry went downstairs with a wine tray. Jason was standing at the head of the stairs, chatting with several guests. The pastor came over.
Pastor: Mr. Ladd, I heard you're a producer...
Jason: Oh, no, it's the director!
Pastor: Is there any difference between the two?
Jason: There is a difference. The producer is in charge of the money, and the director is in charge of the money. What the director gets is a good name, what the producer gets is a mess. (He absentmindedly sees Ella coming downstairs) Excuse me...
Jason leaves, the priest watching his back with a puzzled look. The boy band at
the gate of Gossington Manor lined up in front of the manor building.
A large American sedan approached, and pedestrians waved curiously to the car. The car stopped in front of the building, and producer Marty Finn opened the door to get out of the car, then reached out to help his wife, actress Lola Brewster, voluptuously waving and blowing kisses to the surrounding crowd. Ella heard the sound of the car and rushed to the door. When she saw Lola, she couldn't help taking a breath.
Ella (talking to herself) Damn, she and Marina are two enemies together!
Upstairs at Gossington Manor
Mrs. Babcock was still gushing. Marina was so tired that it was difficult to keep putting on a smile.
Mrs. Babcock: Well, the worst thing happened and I just don't know what to do.
Ella in the hall of Gossington Manor
came to the hall with a worried look, looking around for Jason.
When Jason saw Ella, he hurriedly apologized to everyone and walked towards Ella.
Ella (anxious): Here comes Lola.
Jason: What?
Ella: Marty brought her here!
Jason (angrily): Why did he bring her here? !
Upstairs at Gossington Manor
, Mrs. Babcock was still talking, and Marina nodded and listened uncertainly.
Mrs. Babcock: I wasn't sick, I just didn't feel well. Too bad I don't have a ticket...but I figured out a way...a brilliant way. You have no idea what my uncle does! He is the janitor of the theater.
Gossington Manor Hall
Lola walked into the hall, and Marty followed closely. At a glance, she saw Jason open his arms pretentiously and pounce on him. Jason, dear!
Jason (reluctantly approaches her and kisses her): Glad you came to join...
Lola: Where's Marina?
Jason pointed upstairs, Lola understood, and then walked up the stairs. A female photographer is taking pictures on the stairs. Lola stepped up the middle of the stairs and stood in front of a painting of "The Virgin and Child", posing, waiting for the photographer to take a picture.
Marty came to the angry Jason and greeted him: Jason, there are a lot of people coming to the reception...
Jason (furious): It's better to let these people stomp you on the ground. I ask you, why did you bring her?
Marty (nonchalantly): Publicity work, that's the secret to the success of Marty Fence Productions!
Upstairs at Gossington Manor
, Mrs. Babcock was still nagging herself, and Marina was restless.
Mrs. Babcock: So I managed to get backstage, oh, you look gorgeous! Then the curtain came down and you signed my autograph and you let me kiss you... oh, really, I kissed you!
Lola also poses for photographers to take pictures in front of the painting. The camera turns to Marina, and in an instant, she becomes expressionless, her eyes are dull, and she is lost. Some guests turned their heads to Marina in surprise, for no reason. Cherry also looked at Marina with the tray, not understanding why her face was so pale at this time. Mrs. Babcock didn't know what was going on for a moment. She looked around and stopped talking.
At this moment, the strong flash of the camera hit Marina's face, and she blinked, as if she had woken up from a dream. She turned away and looked at Mrs. Babcock moved.
Marina: What a moving story! ……Do you want something to drink? Jason's great daquiri, you'll love it.
Mrs. Babcock: Ah, thank you.
Jason bypassed Lola, who was still coquettish at the corner of the stairs, passed through the crowd, and eagerly came to Marina.
Jason (concerned): Honey...
Marina (looking cheerfully): Oh, Jason, honey, can you make us two daguerreotypes yourself?
Jason: Of course. (lifts Marina's chin tenderly) Are you all right?
Marina (laughing): Good, Jason...
Jason: Really?
Marina: Really!
Jason breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his beloved wife's cheek, turned and went inside to get the wine. Mrs. Babcock stood by and smiled happily.
Lola swayed upstairs, walked up to Marina, and the two hugged unnaturally, then sneered at each other.
Lola: Marina, honey, it's been a long time since I saw you.
Marina: Why, you still look so beautiful. Of course the light here is also much darker than elsewhere.
Lola: You're still so full of humour, I'm so happy to see you're getting fat now.
Marina: Fortunately, I don't have to wear a wig yet. How did you come so fast, I thought you were still having plastic surgery in Switzerland!
Lola: I'm in a hurry to make a film.
Marina: But it has nothing to do with you.
Jason came up with two daguerreotypes in hand, and handed them to Mrs. Babcock and Marina. He stood between Marina and Lola, and put his arms around their waists in a mediation.
Jason: How is it, are my two favorite stars getting along?
Lola snorted from her nostrils, and Marina turned her face away and said nothing. The female photographer came over and took pictures of the three of them. Only then did Marina and Lola suppress their anger and put on a smile.
Marty went upstairs and greeted Marina warmly.
Marina (spurred): Ah, Marty, it's you, you're so thoughtful to bring Lola to my reception. You know, I've always counted Lola as one of my oldest friends!
She turned around and left. Marty shrugged helplessly.
Lola (next to Jason) Jason, honey, I look forward to working under your tutelage again.
Marty: Jason, go over there and have a drink.
Jason (angrily): I only drink with friends.
Marty: Am I a shredded chicken liver?
The two walked down the stairs quickly.
Jason: It's bad enough that you forced me to use your wife...
Mattie: Jason!
Jason (points upstairs with a finger): Now that Marina isn't fully recovered, you're taking Lola here again, too much!
Marty (threateningly): Jason, think about this movie!
Jason: I was thinking about the film, but I was also thinking about the sanity of the heroine.
Marty: So, what year was the last time Marina made a film? And which of the films you directed is commendable?
Jason (confused): I...
Marty: Listen, if Marty Finn wants to do some publicity for his two heroines, it has to be done, no different opinions are allowed, because the esteemed director and his wife so It was purely out of his kindness that he came here, understand?
Jason: Oh!
Marty: Well, let's go down and play.
Jason: You know what?
Marty: Know what?
Jason: You're an asshole.
Marty: Of course, I'm an asshole. But anyway, I'm a producer.
Marty left Jason and went upstairs. Suddenly, Ella went downstairs in panic and walked to Jason's side.
Ella: Jason...
Jason: What's the matter?
Ella: Something happened upstairs, that woman...
Jason didn't wait for Ella to finish speaking, exclaimed, and rushed upstairs. Upstairs, the crowd formed a circle, staring blankly at something. Jason couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Marina standing calmly in the crowd, and then moved forward with his hands apart from the crowd. I saw Mrs. Babcock slumped in her chair, her face pale and her eyes staring, motionless. Jason waved his hand back and forth in front of her eyes a few times, but there was no response, and he gently flipped his head, which fell to one side lifelessly, apparently dead.
Miss Marple's Residence
Miss Marple sat comfortably in the living room knitting sweaters. As Cherry cleaned the room, he recounted the death at the reception at Gossington Manor.
Cherry: Then the police came and took everyone's name and made us wait there for hours... unbelievable, she's only five years older than me, poor Mrs Babcock ! She drank only one glass of wine, and after five minutes she sat down, as if breathless, and died.
Miss Marple listened attentively, and the hand knitting the sweater stopped moving.
Cherry: Miss, what do you think is going on?
Marple: Honey, don't forget to clean under the curtains.
Cherry: Miss, I hope you don't mind. I go to Gossington Manor every Saturday to help out. I want to see those movie stars again...
Marple: Nope. There are actually benefits!
Cherry: Really?
Marple: Come here, sit down, and tell me in detail.
Cherry: Hmm...
Memories
Cherry was carrying a tray and bringing wine back and forth among the guests.
Cherry (Voiceover): The whole village is here. The mayor and the mayor's wife were talking to several guests, and the female photographer was busy taking pictures.
Cherry (Voiceover): Marina Gregg is busy entertaining guests, and her husband...he looks handsome and I love him! Then the secretary came upstairs with Babcock. After she shook hands with Miss Greg, she began to tell her nasty boring story. Nagging endlessly. I think Miss Greg is falling asleep listening to it!
Ella accompanied Mrs. Babcock, who kept moving her lips, but could not hear a sound. Marina's annoyed face.
Miss Marple listened intently.
Cherry: That's right, she goes on and on!
Marple: Then she died shortly after you served the wine?
Cherry: It wasn't my drink, it was Mr. Ladd!
Recall
Jason handing the glass to Mrs Babcock. Cherry stood behind the crowd, watching her take a sip of wine.
Miss Marple nodded in satisfaction. She pondered for a moment, leaned back in the chair, picked up the wool and knitted again.
Marple: Thank you, Cherry, dear.
There was a knock on the door. Cherry stood up and went out to open the door, then came in with Dr. Haydock. The doctor examined Miss Marple's ankle. Cherry went upstairs to continue cleaning.
Miss Marple: Poor Heather Babcock! Have you seen her sick?
Doctor: I have seen it.
Marple (inquiringly): Have a heart attack?
Doctor: The heart is normal.
Marple: That could have been poison to death.
Doctor: This should be identified by a forensic doctor.
Dr. Haydock took his leave and went out. Miss Marple was lost in thought, her hands subconsciously taking apart the partially knitted sweater again.
School classrooms
The classrooms were temporarily converted into places for forensic medical examiners to hear testimony. The medical examiner and the jury sat at one side of the long table. Witnesses and representatives of the local public were also seated in the classroom, including Dr. Haydock. The autopsy doctor is reporting the test results.
Autopsy doctor: According to the test results, a large number of remnants of phenobarbital, a barbiturate with sleeping properties, were found in the body. No doubt it was the cause of death.
Forensic doctor (taking notes): Did she have a medical condition that required this drug?
Anatomical doctor: According to the doctor's report, she is in good health.
Forensic (taking notes): Thank you.
The anatomist sat down next to Dr. Haydock. There was silence in the classroom for a moment.
Forensic doctor: Based on the above examination, I have no choice but to judge that the cause of death was caused by the poisoning and murder of a certain person or groups of people.
At night in Miss Marple's house
, a gloved hand reached for the handle of the garden gate, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door open. Part of the back of a person appeared at the door of the house. The door of the house was slowly pushed open by a gloved hand, and the figure slowly moved in.
Miss Marple was drowsy in the armchair in the living room. The figure moved closer, took off his gloves, and bent towards her. Miss Marple awoke suddenly, and cried out with joy.
Marple: Dermot!
Craddock Dermot: Hello, Aunt!
Marple embraces Craddock with open arms: Ha, my dearest nephew! Nice to meet you. What wind brought you here?
Craddock: I'm here to see you!
Marple (going to table) Or rather, to investigate Heather Babcock's case. If poor Heather was self-inflicted, what was the reason for the Chief Inspector of the Metropolitan Police to come to such a small place?
Craddock: Well, he's probably passing by, or on a whim and wants to try your handmade peach jam!
Marple (approaches him) Okay, Dermot, you know I haven't made peach butter in years... Sit down, shall we talk?
They are sitting on the couch. Miss Marple leaned over impatiently: Poison?
Craddock: Aunt, would you mind if I ask a few questions first? (The two laugh, Craddock gets up and paces back and forth.) The poison is apparently a barbiturate produced in the United States, marketed under the name sedative. The main ingredient is...
Miss Marple blurted out a long list of chemical terms. Craddock looked at her in astonishment.
Marple: I knew it when I was working in the hospital during the war. Combining this drug with alcohol can cause respiratory depression. Just a small drop can cause heart failure and is a deadly poison.
Craddock: You must know the victim Babcockro.
Marple: Of course. She's simple-minded, sometimes overly friendly, and downright annoying. However, she will never be killed for this reason! If this is the case, there will be no one left in the village.
Craddock: That's it...but it doesn't help me that much...
Marple: I know.
Marina's bedroom
Marina was lying on the bed, already fast asleep. There are many medicine bottles on the bedside table. A hand reached silently towards the bottle. Marina turned over, "Hand" retracted, paused for a while, and seeing that there was no movement, "Hand" quickly took away the three medicine bottles on the table.
Jason's bathroom
Jason nervously poured the pills from the bottle into the sink and flushed the water down the pipe.
Miss Marple's living room
Craddock was questioning Cherry. Miss Marple sat and listened carefully.
Craddock: So Mrs. Babcock didn't accept the wine you brought?
Cherry: No. She said Mr Rudd was bringing her wine. I've said it before...
Craddock: Where's Miss Greg?
Cherry (embarrassed): Well, that look on her face...
Craddock: What kind of look? sad? Angry? surprise? Fear?
Cherry (overwhelmed): I don't know. I...
Marple: Dermot, don't worry! ...Cherry dear, think about it slowly and try to remember what kind of expression it looks like.
Cherry: Well...a sudden condensed expression...she looked past Mrs. Babcock, staring somewhere, as if she wasn't listening...nor what she was saying. She stared at the stairs, where a painting of "The Virgin and Child" hung.
Miss Marple listened attentively, and Craddock continued to ask Cherry: what was she looking at? Who are you looking at? Or look at that oil painting?
Marple: Obviously looking at someone.
Craddock: On what basis?
Marple: Yin Li's oil painting is something she sees every day!
Craddock: Exactly...Excuse me, Auntie (turning to Cherry) So how long has Miss Greg been looking at that painting?
Cherry: Not long because Lola Brewster is here. If you're asking my opinion, the two seem to be enemies, and they took a few pictures together.
Miss Marple: What else?
Cherry: It's nothing...and then Mr. Ladd comes, oh, he's so handsome. Heather spilled her drink and Miss Greg walked away.
Marple: Spilled over? You say Heather spilled her wine?
Cherry: Yes... oh, didn't I mention this? Yo, I forgot about that.
Cherry stood in the crowd. The guests turned their heads when they heard Babcock's apologetic cry.
Babcock: Oh, Miss Greg, I'm so sorry!
Marina: It doesn't matter...
Mrs. Babcock: Will it leave spots? Omg, I'm so sorry!
Marina: No. Well, take this glass of mine, I haven't touched it yet.
Mrs. Babcock: How can that be...
Marina: Take it, I'll get another drink myself.
Marina leaves. Babcock took a sip of wine.
After Cherry finished speaking, he got up and left.
Craddock: Heather was drinking from Marina Gregg.
Marple (sighing) Fate has been so unfair to poor Heather Babcock. Looks like it was supposed to be another attempted murder! . . . The first thing I suggest you do tomorrow is to go to Gossington Manor.
Craddock: And with all the ingenuity I have inherited from one of my relatives!
Marple (smiles)! You know, Dermot, you are indeed my dearest nephew!
A police car from Gossington Manor
drove into the manor and stopped in front of the building. Inspector Craddock got out of the car and walked into the hall. Butler Bates came forward and said, "Sir, I'm going to inform Mr. Ladd that you're here."
Craddock looked around, looking at the painting "The Virgin and Child" on the wall at the corner of the stairs. He walked up a few steps, scrutinizing the corner carefully. As soon as he looked up, he saw Ella appearing in a doorway from the gap between the railings on the second floor.
Ella: Inspector Craddock?
Craddock: Exactly.
Ella: Mr. Rudd will be coming to see you soon. But let me remind you that his time, his time is very tight.
Craddock: Tight?
Ella: Inspector, do you know how much work it takes to make a film? Fit fittings , facial makeup tests, and light metering...
Craddock (interrupting): "Where the rainbow disappears"!
Ella: What?
Craddock: Yeah, that's Marina Gregg's first Oscar-winning film, right?
Ella: Good.
Craddock (fascinated) Oh, I'll never forget the last scene! Lifelike, lifelike... (going up a few stairs) Miss Zielinsky, what a fascinating performance she is. And "go home". "The Road to Heaven" is simply overwhelming!
Craddock went to the top of the stairs, looked upstairs where the reception was taking place, then turned to Ella.
Craddock: Are they facing this way?
Ella: You mean...
Craddock: Excuse me, I mean, did the guests face this way when they were introduced?
Ella: Yes, in this direction.
Craddock (looking at the painting): Look at that look! As beautiful as a violet...so charming!
Ella: It's a replica, though.
Craddock: No, I mean Miss Greg's look. The first time I saw this look was in the film "The Next Day." She plays a young noble lady from...well, where? (He goes down a few stairs as he speaks)
Ella: Boston.
Craddock: Yes, it's Boston, and it's inherited a lot of land in California.
Ella (impatiently) Inspector, if you don't mind, I...
Craddock: Do you remember that scene? It was the gold diggers who threatened to excavate her land, how did she face them? Like a cute and helpless little butterfly! (Walking downstairs with Ella) You say, can I have a few words with her?
Ella: Sorry, she's resting.
Craddock: Oh: can you find a time later?
Ella: Possibly. But you have to know that the cute and helpless little butterfly needs a rest. Marina's furious face is reflected in the full-length mirror of
Marina's bedroom .
She casually picked up a porcelain vase and threw it hard. With the sound of cracking, the broken mirrors were scattered all over the floor. She screamed hysterically, and walked around the room angrily. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Marina in pain.
Marina: That dice-eyed turtle son, Marty Finn! This toad...
Jason: But he's paying to get you back on screen. You'd better be calm.
Marina (going to the bed, waving her arms angrily): Stuff that whore in my video...and play Queen Elizabeth I!
Jason: She only appears in two ordinary scenes, not with you.
Marina: Is Lola Brewster an actress? ! If she had read the script carefully, she would have felt hot.
Jason: Honey, this is your video anyway. The audience will not have any impression of the other characters.
Hearing this, Marina's mood began to improve. She turned and walked briskly to Jason's side and hugged him tightly: Oh, Jason... (she pushes Jason gently onto the bed) Do you really think so?
Jason: And I'll do it again.
Marina: Oh my gosh, it's been a while since I've been on the screen! Do you think... do I get rusty in acting?
Jason (sincerely): No, you're going to be more successful than ever.
Marina (tenderly against Jason, who kisses her): Honey, you've been so kind to me, you've always been so kind to me. (Suddenly, his temper flares up again, pushes Jason away, and stands up) Oh, that slut, if you look closely at her face, the wrinkles on her forehead can drive a train.
Jason: Maybe I didn't use a color filter for her shots.
Marina: Color filters! You might as well try an Indian blanket. You also have to dub her, or add to the script that the Queen Elizabeth is from Hoboken, New Jersey.
Marina sat at the dresser, humming a song while admiring herself in the mirror. Jason was laughing secretly in bed, and the storm finally subsided. Suddenly the phone rang, and Jason got up and picked up the receiver.
MARTY (Voiceover): Jason, where did you go?
Marty's office
Marty is sitting behind her desk, and Lola is sitting on her desk admiring herself in the mirror.
MARTY (into the microphone) Lola has been waiting for you here for twenty minutes. She liked those feathers so much that she was going to adorn them on her costumes. I told her that only queens who live in Hollywood wear feathers, but she doesn't believe it. Jason, get out of here, okay?
Marina's bedroom
Jason looked at the phone and slowly put it down, only to hear the other party put the phone down and make a "bang" sound.
Marty's office
Marty put the microphone back on the phone hard. Lola was still looking nonchalantly in the mirror.
Lola: Little fool, I've been thinking about a question.
Marty: Oh, that's something new. (Opens the wine cabinet and takes out a bottle of wine)
Lola: Alexander should come and brush my hair...
Marty: How many times have I told you that Queen Elizabeth is bald!
Lola: She's not bald in this movie...
Marty: That's a historical fact.
Lola: Lola Bruce isn't bald either! This will make people feel solemn and respectful. (Goes to the window and makes a gesture) Humph! snort! I'm going to make that cow disappear from the screen! To arrange a few occasions for the two of us together so the world can see that I am younger and slimmer than her.
Marty (pours wine): Don't talk nonsense, darling. Queen Elizabeth and Queen Mary have never met.
Lola: Then, let them meet at the mall... no, she certainly wouldn't go shopping herself. How is it at the beauty salon? No, the beautician should go to serve her. Got an idea! I went to see her at London Castle, just before she was beheaded! There were mice crawling around her. (Marty drinks) She was rags and shit, and I just walked in.
Lola wriggled in a pretentious manner and walked out of the office. Marty put down his glass and shook his head helplessly. Craddock and Ella are still talking in
the halls of Gossington Manor . Ella (goes towards the entrance of the hall) Inspector, I have a lot to do.
Craddock: Yeah, of course. Are Miss Greg and Miss Brewster close?
Ella: Closely? If they were placed with a shark, maybe that shark would be more docile.
Craddock: Well, well, please tell me, I'm curious. Which of them is younger?
Ella: Not young anymore... (sneezes)
Craddock: I wish you Wellcome... (Ella sneezes again) Are you feeling well?
Ella: Allergies.
Craddock: Allergies are the most annoying. I am allergic to wool myself, but there is a more effective medicine called "Sedative Spirit". have you heard of it?
Ella: We buy the whole box here.
Craddock: Oh, does Miss Greg take this medicine?
Ella: After the filming of this color film, "Sedative Spirit" all over the world will be out of stock!
Craddock: Do you take this medicine?
Ella: Do I have any other options?
Craddock paced quietly, then changed the subject: Ah, I think it must be exciting to work with someone like Marina Gregg. I'm sure she's an amazing person.
Ella: Inspector, Marina Gregg can make a banshee look like a saint!
Craddock: Really, so why don't you change jobs?
Ella: What! Put me out of my acting career? I worked with Jason before they got married. I have become accustomed to her temper and her mental breakdown.
Craddock: A nervous breakdown? Is her image on the screen normal, what's going on?
Ella: Let's not mention it.
Craddock: Seriously, I'd love to hear it.
Ella: Well, you never would have thought that sickness or insanity or whatever would be involved with a child.
Craddock: Ah, so interesting. Why won't there be contact?
Ella: Inspector, I really don't have time to talk any more.
Craddock (staring at her, smiling): Ah, I'm sure Mr. Ladd was a supportive force for her.
Ella: He was very faithful to her, more than the average husband's sense of duty.
Craddock: How about Finn?
Ella: Oh, Marty Finn is a producer who can tell lies.
Craddock: Oh, I think they must be uneasy about this murder.
Ella: Murder? Inspector, we're going to finish this film, and we can't be distracted by such trifles.
At this moment, Jason was hurried down the stairs.
Craddock: Ah, Mr. Rudd... may I ask you a few questions?
Jason: I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. Talk to my secretary, she'll schedule an interview.
Craddock: I'm not a journalist!
Jason ignored it and walked straight into the office on the right side of the hall.
Jason's office
phone rang, and Jason picked up the receiver. Craddock followed into the office.
Jason (into the microphone): What, tell him, I'll be right there, heck. Ten minutes later... (slams down the microphone)
Craddock: Mr. Ladd...
Jason: I said it, not now.
Craddock (showing ID): I'm Inspector Ruddock of the Metropolitan Police.
Jason (surprised): We're following the rules, we're using a British film crew, we're hiring British people for the mass scene, and the two main actresses have been chosen. I can assure you that everything was done according to the order...
Craddock: Mr. Rudd, allow me to interrupt, I am sure you can make a good film without the help of the Metropolitan Police. . I happened to be here for a trivial murder.
Jason: It's... what?
Craddock: Babcock, Heather Babcock.
Jason: Ah, I sincerely regret that.
Craddock: I want to talk to your wife...
Jason: I'm sorry, no one can see her, she's resting, that's what the doctor ordered. Okay, excuse me, it's time for me to go.
Jason stood up and walked out of the office. Craddock entered the hall with him.
In the hall of Gossington Manor,
Jason hurried to the gate while sorting out the things in his bag. Inspector Craddock followed him without hesitation.
Craddock: Mr. Rudd, my conversation with her was important.
Jason: Inspector, my wife is playing the most important role of her career. In order to play this role well, one can't be distracted by the slightest bit of energy. She'll win her third Oscar. I can't turn her attention to this...
Craddock: Little things like murder?
Jason: No matter what you say.
Ella: Jason...
Ella was following them all the time, trying to say something, but couldn't get in.
Craddock: You're absolutely right, I'm totally convinced that your wife deserves a third Oscar, and I think she's long overdue for "Xia Yu". But have you ever thought that Heather Babcock's death wasn't entirely accidental? The victim could have been your wife! (Jason froze, hesitating for a moment) Now, can I see her?
Jason: No, my wife has been through so many ups and downs, not just last Saturday. Sorry for not being able to make her mentally stimulated. I'm sorry...
Jason then strode to a car. The police car was still parked by the building. Several children were playing on the lawn, and Inspector Craddock followed Jason, trying to convince him.
Craddock: I believe she's had a few episodes before.
Jason: What happened?
Gyudoc: Mental breakdown.
Jason: Who told you?
Craddock: It's well known. (change of subject) Ah, you're such a kind person to allow them to play here.
Jason: The gardener's child.
Craddock: I thought they would upset Miss Greg.
Jason: Come on, Inspector, stop going in circles. (The two stop in their tracks) Many years ago, Marina desperately wanted children. Doctors said she wouldn't, so she adopted two children. Later, when she was still with her first husband, she found out that she was pregnant. Unfortunately, the child born was born with a mental retardation... Marina completely broke down and never worked again.
Craddock: Exactly.
Jason: You probably understand by now what this film means to her, and she has the courage to be in front of the camera again.
Craddock: Yes, it does.
Jason: This film will bring her back to life. That's why once she noticed, or suspected that someone was trying to kill her...
Craddock: Don't you think she'd figured that out?
Jason (hesitates): No.
Craddock: Doesn't the thought of someone trying to murder your wife worry you?
Jason: Inspector, you've watched too many detective films... Look, I've always been by her side. If I wasn't there, my secretary would stay with her.
Craddock: Do you trust Miss Zielinsky?
Jason: Of course trust. Ella has been faithful to my wife.
Craddock: Same for you?
Ella appeared at the door of the building and called out to Jason.
Ella: Jason, Marty's calling again and he said if you don't arrive in ten minutes, he's looking for another John Houston.
Jason waved to Ella and stepped forward, Craddock still following him. Ella watched them leave, turned and entered the door.
Jason: Inspector, is there anything else?
Craddock: Is Martin Finn the producer of "Trinidad in Terror"?
Jason: Yes, it's just that one movie. (gets into the car)
Craddock (goes to the car): Mr. Ladd...I'm particularly impressed with "The Last Bridge," especially your clever use of low-key lighting.
Jason: Oh, thanks for the compliment.
Miss Marple's little garden
Miss Marple was tending the flowers and plants in the garden, and Craddock watched from the fence, conversing cordially with her aunt.
Craddock: Aunt, your feet can't go any further.
Marple: The old gardener's arthritis has flared up again, and I can't let the garden turn into a lawn. You just said that Mr. Ladd likes his wife?
Craddock, simply adore her.
Miss Marple: Where's Miss Zielinsky?
Craddock: She's businesslike, efficient, and seems loyal. Suffering from allergies. Given the right conditions and climate, her feelings would burst like a mountain.
Marple: ...do you think she's telling the truth?
Craddock: It could also be said that she tried to show her loyalty in front of outsiders.
Miss Marple: You mean her feelings for Mr. Ladd?
Craddock: Yes.
Marple: In my opinion, she's the prime suspect. Dermot, be careful. The main thing is to catch the man who murdered Heather Barbock.
Craddock: Well, I have to speed up, but I can't let someone catch the killer for me.
After Craddock finished speaking, he drove the police car away.
Inside the
studio There are people coming and going in the studio. Lola is metering her face makeup in front of the camera. Jason, the assistant director and cameraman point her out from time to time. For a moment she was asked to raise her head, and then she was asked to turn her head slightly. Lola looked impatient, and finally, lost her temper at Jason.
Lola: Jason, don't forget there's an actress in this movie who happens to be married to the producer...
Jason (suffering): Honey, I didn't forget.
Lola: Well, I think it's important to look at the Queen's relationship with her father.
Jason (whispering): Lola, the Queen's father has been dead for thirty years when the movie begins. So, you go to the dressing room and get a nice new outfit, okay?
Lola left the studio angrily, scolding Jason as she walked. The costumer and hairdresser Yin Kandi followed behind her.
Lola's dressing room
Lola angrily pushed open the door of the dressing room, saw Inspector Craddock waiting in the room, and immediately put on a smile.
Lola: Ahh: . . . huh... Inspector Craddock? They told me that you are coming here. Nice to meet you!
Craddock: Miss Brewster, I'm your biggest fan.
Lola: Ah, thanks!
Lola started undressing absentmindedly, Craddock turned his back in embarrassment, and Lola walked up to him as if nothing had happened.
Lola: You don't mind if I undress in front of you! Huh?
Craddock: No, no...of course not. Miss Brewster, I want to ask you a few questions about the murder of Mrs. Heather Babcock.
Lola: Who?
Craddock: The woman at Gossington Manor.
Lola: Was she a woman who was hired on a whim to play a mass role?
Craddock: Well, let me change the subject. I want to know about your relationship with Marina.
Lola (sarcastically) You mean the old, broken-hearted ex-star? The woman who desperately wants to return to the screen? What shall I say? She used to be a big star. "It used to be". What I'm trying to say is that when I was a baby, my old grandmother took me to see all the films she was in... (sitting in front of the vanity mirror and squinting at the detective) Probably ten years ago , that is, when I celebrated my sixteenth birthday, she collapsed all at once. This poor bastard, taking drugs and drinking, was insane, and it was not easy to live when he sank to the bottom of the river. Marty and I thought we could at least give her a role in my film.
Craddock: You are really kind people. ...Did you and Miss Greg have any trouble a few years ago?
Lola: What happened? (laughs, walks to the closet with pretentious equanimity) What do you mean?
Craddock: When Miss Greg and Mr. Rudd began to approach, you were not with Mr. Rudd...
Lola: Inspector, this is the old calendar. Besides, Jason and I will break up sooner or later. I can only be happy that she has found a partner. You know how lonely and unhappy she is.
Craddock (relentlessly) That's why you shot her? Just two and a half inches short of hitting her in the head.
When Lola heard this, her face changed immediately: Was that the prostitute who told you?
Craddock: It's the Beverly Hills Police Department file.
Lola: At the time I lost my temper. Even though I'm a big star, I'm always a flesh and blood person.
Craddock: Flesh and blood make you want to try again? The difference is that this time it's poison...
Lola (flashing furiously): What are you trying to say?
Craddock: Just exploring the possibilities! ...it looks like it's time for me to say goodbye. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk to you...well...chat. I wish you a successful filming!
Lola: Damn Scotland Yard!
Outside the Gossington Manor building
, Ella walked out of the building door, walked into the driveway, and looked behind her in a panic. There was a sound of scissors, and a dead branch fell beside her feet, and she was taken aback. The gardener stood up from behind the bushes with scissors in hand.
Gardener: I'm sorry, ma'am.
Ella: Oh, I'm out for a walk, I want to go to the village... (speaking and walking to the left)
Gardener (pointing in the other direction): Madam, you should go that way.
Ella: Thank you.
She took a few steps in the direction pointed by the gardener, looked back and saw that the gardener had left, and then hurried to the left, looking around nervously from time to time.
Miss Marple's living room
Before the open window stood Miss Marple. She passed the time by looking up at the pigeons flying under the blue sky with her binoculars in hand. She smiled as she looked at the green grass against the white flock of pigeons. After a while, she lowered the angle of the telescope, and suddenly, with a surprised look on her face, she hurriedly adjusted the focus and looked again. Looking through the binoculars, I saw Ella standing outside the phone booth, sneezed a few times, and then walked into the phone booth. Miss Marple put down her spyglass in confusion and turned to ask Cherry, who was cleaning the room.
Marple: Cherry, is the telephone office overhauling the lines again?
Cherry: No, ma'am!
The phone in the hall of Gossington Manor
rang, and the butler came over to pick up the receiver.
Butler: Gossington Manor...hey...hey! ...
Miss Marple's living room
Miss Marple put down her telescope and mused. Ella in the phone
booth (into the phone): I see! Voice on the other end: What? Ella: I saw you put poison in Marina's glass! Marty's office Marty was on the phone, and he looked up at Inspector Craddock in the office. Voice on the other end: I see you... MARTY (casually): Uh... it's like this... the actors are all chosen. If only you had called last week. Leave your name and address to my secretary who will call you back... (puts down the phone on the other end, Marty smirks) These actors... oh, please take a seat. Marty went to the wine cabinet, poured two glasses, and handed one to Inspector Craddock. Marty: Inspector, what question do you want to ask? Craddock: How long have you known Miss Greg? Marty: Marina? For a long time. Craddock: Is your relationship... close?
Marty: Um, intimacy? Yes, we used to be... close. All people in Hollywood are close...
Craddock: Please talk about Miss Greg again.
Marty: She's not as carefree as people see her, and beneath that jeweled exterior hides a sad heart, a worried heart.
Craddock: Did you know anyone who wanted to hurt Miss Greg? I'm referring to the people associated with this film, like, you!
Marty (surprised): Me? I am a producer! I paid $3.5 million to make this film. Do you think I'm going to kill my lead actress two days before filming starts? I've signed a contract to show this movie for Christmas!
Craddock: Of course, unless someone else wants to kill her.
Marty: If someone kills her, I'll have to prop her up on a stick at Christmas and voice over... I'm sorry, what else can I do for you? (stands up, shoves hat into Craddock's hands) You know, there's a movie waiting for me.
Craddock: Thanks for taking up so much of your time.
Marina's living room
was daylight, but the living room curtains were low. Marina was standing by the window, watching intently the gardener working the lawn in the garden from a gap in the raised curtain. The butler came to the door of the living room and tapped twice.
Butler: Madam, Inspector Craddock is here...
Craddock then entered the room, and the door closed silently.
Craddock: Miss Greg?
Marina stared out the window in a trance, without turning around, Craddock stood behind her politely.
Marina: You see, the man on the grass has reached a state of ecstasy at work!
Craddock: Huh!
Marina then turned around, smiling and extending her hand to Craddock.
Marina: Oh, Inspector, hello, I'm Marina Gregg. I heard you have been here once. Sorry to make you do it again.
Craddock: Oh, please don't… please don't apologize, I totally understand.
Marina: Ha, as you must know...making a movie is messy. It's such a boring business.
Craddock: Yeah, I don't watch a lot of movies.
Marina: Well, ah, of course!
Marina (invites Craddock to sit down for tea): Please! Strange to say, I never drink tea in America, but now I'm slowly getting addicted to it.
Craddock: Yes, there is a small shop in the village that has all kinds of tea.
Marina: I have to go see it sometime. (moves a bit) You're here for the poor woman, aren't you?
Craddock: Exactly!
Marina: But who would kill her? Do you have any clues?
Craddock, uh, can you talk a little bit about her?
Marina: Me? How would I know her condition?
Craddock: You two have been talking for a long time, I heard.
Marina: Ah, yes, she speaks, I listen.
Craddock: Miss Greg, can you be more specific?
Marina: Inspector, do you know what a movie fan is like? I mean true movie fans. (puts down the teacup and saucer) It is like this when you wear it directly. (She gets up and walks to the side) We probably met many years ago, during the war. Mrs. Babcock remembers every detail, even what song I sang and what kind of clothes I was wearing. Oddly enough, I remember it clearly too. At that time, I... I was performing condolences for the troops. She was ill, but she must see me. So she ran out of the hospital and entered the theater through the backstage... Her uncle, or some other relative, was the gatekeeper. She waited backstage until after my curtain call, and I...I signed her, or something. She said it was the happiest night of her life! You know what, that might be the case.
Craddock sat fascinated in his armchair and suddenly came to his senses.
Craddock: Ha! I'm so sorry...yes...I see now why you seem surprised for a while...(puts down the teacup, sits down again) Even like you're scared!
Marina: Scared?
Craddock: Yeah, about the time Mr. Finn and his wife showed up.
Marina, oh, I... I don't...
Craddock (leaning forward): You look at the painting at the turn of the stairs...
Marina (thoughtfully): Oh, that's what it is! Yes, for a while. I... I'm talking to that woman, that movie fan, she goes on and on... (Craddock listens intently) Well, I've run out of courtesies, (goes to the piano) I don't know How can I get out, I... I'm lost.
Craddock: Miss Greg, I hope this question doesn't bother you, but...do you think someone...is going to kill you?
Marina: Why do you ask that?
Craddock: I need to explore every possibility. Do you get on well with Miss Zielinsky?
Marina (excitedly): What are you asking this for? A native was murdered, what does that have to do with me? I'm here to make movies, with friends, with people who love me. Why are you treating me like this? Why? I'm going to get back on my feet, they're there for me, my husband, and Ella, (craddock listens quietly) They're not going to let this happen, they're going to stand up for me. (covers lids with hands) Oh my God! It's me they want to poison, isn't it? (sits on the couch, whimpering) Someone's trying to kill me, isn't it? Someone's trying to poison me, isn't it? Yeah? I understand! I...
Craddock (reciting lines): "...feel it! I can almost hear their footsteps!" (Marina listens, looking up slowly) "Danger in the dark" that film. (Marina laughs) MGM in 1932. There was a scene where you thought your husband and sister were trying to kill you and you collapsed in front of the police.
MARY MEDIA (still laughing): You spooky detective, I bet you've seen every movie I've been in!
Craddock (smiling): And I've seen it at least twice! But your performance in that scene is believable.
Marina: But those film critics don't think so.
Craddock: Well, if they were there just now, I'm sure they'd agree! You know, I'm a detective, Miss Greg, and it's my job to analyze people's real-life performances!
Marina: You know, I'm an actor and I have to act!
Craddock: Yeah, but I think the performance just now went a little too far. Personally, I'd rather choose a simple and honest expression.
Marina (seriously): I don't think you'll believe me either.
She went to the table and took a few notes from her pocket. Craddock stood up and walked over to Marina, who handed him the note.
Craddock (reading note): "You can't escape next time!" (reading another note) "Wait for death!"
Marina: One was sent here, the other was sent to the studio .
Craddock: When?
Marina: This morning.
Craddock, who sent it?
Marina: We don't know.
Craddock, we? !
Marina: Me and my husband. At first I thought it was a joke. (Goes to the mantelpiece) I've never been so frightened. Inspector, please save me!
The streets of the village
Miss Marple and Craddock talked emotionally as they walked and talked on the path beside the church.
Marple: Dermot, I believe you saved her!
Craddock: I do my best.
Marple: I suspect you're a little fascinated by her.
In the studio,
Marina was wearing a gorgeous Queen of Scots costume and was playing with another movie actor. Suddenly, Marina pushed the actor away and shouted.
Marina: Jason, get that reptile out of my sight!
Jason (to photographer): Stop!
Lola: Who? are you talking about me? Am I in your sight? Oh, I just want Jason to check my outfit.
Marina (to Jason) Honey, can you put... put Queen Elizabeth in a cage?
Jason: Lola, you can read the scriptures somewhere else, okay?
Lola: Well, I'll listen to you.
Lola snorted at Marina twice and walked away.
Jason (to Marina): Are you all right, eh?
Marina (smiling): Good.
Jason bent down and kissed her nose. Ella carried the tray, walked up to Jason and Marina, and put down the tray.
Ella: Marina, have a cup of coffee.
Marina: Okay, thank you!
Ella: Jason, how about you?
Jason: I don't want it, thank you.
The assistant director came and pulled Jason to the other side of the studio to discuss technical details. Ella poured a cup of coffee for Marina, handed the cup to Marina, and left. After a while, Marina screamed.
Marina: Jason, Jason!
Jason rushed to Marina's side.
Jason: What's the matter?
Marina: This...coffee...(hands the cup to Jason)
Jason (sniffs it): Well, nothing, honey, it's just a little stronger.
Marina (hysterically): You're lying: there's poison in it...
Marina stumbles through the onlookers and out of the studio. Ella stood by the lattice window watching intently, then left.
It was dusk outside Miss Marple's house,
and Cherry came out of the house, walked to the door and turned to warn Miss Marple who was reading.
Cherry: See you tomorrow morning, Miss Marple. Don't forget, dinner is hot in the oven.
Miss Marple: Thank you, Cherry.
Cherry closed the door and walked to the right along the fence by the path. From above the fence, Ella can be seen walking towards the phone booth. She looked left and right, saw no one, gently pushed open the door, stepped in sideways, and closed the door immediately. She picked up the handset and dialed the dial.
Ella (into microphone) Remember me? I saw it all... you murderer!
The lights of Gossington Hall
gleamed from several windows. Ella hurried through the door, walked up the stairs in the dark, and ran into the butler.
Butler: Good night, miss. Mr. Ladd has been looking for you.
Ella didn't answer, went upstairs and sneezed twice in front of the painting at the corner. She went to the top of the stairs, opened a door, and walked through the passage to her bedroom. Ella opened the door, and the bedroom was dark. In the darkness, Jason's voice suddenly sounded, and she almost jumped up in fright.
Jason (aggressively): Where did you go?
Ella (lights on): Take a walk.
Jason leaned against the dresser, staring furiously at Ella. Ella closed the door softly.
Ella: What's the matter? You look so scary!
Jason (looks at the note in his hand): The coffee Marina almost drank in the studio... (hands the note to Ella) I sent it for a test, it was arsenic.
Ella: Arsenic? what happened?
Jason: I'm asking you!
Ella: What do you mean?
Jason: You made the coffee, you poured it, and you handed it to her!
Ella: You mean, I want to poison her?
Jason: Yes! (Ella stares at him) No...I don't know, I...don't know what to say.
Jason sat on the edge of the bed and Ella came close to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
Ella: You really love her, don't you?
Jason: Oh!
Ella: Don't worry, I'm sure I'll catch him!
Jason: Him?
Ella: The murderer.
After Ella finished speaking, she sneezed again and again.
Jason: Oh, your cold should be cured!
Jason went out with the test sheet. Ella got to her feet. She picked up a small watering can and pinched the nozzle against her nostrils. Suddenly, the watering can fell from her hand. She covered her face with her hands in extreme pain, screamed, turned around, her wide eyes were full of terror, her body twitched, and she twisted her body in pain and fierceness, and finally fell to the ground unsupported.
Jason heard the sound of things being overturned in the corridor, hesitated for a moment, heard no movement, and continued to walk forward. At the end of the hallway behind him, the butler was peering, and as far as he could see, the door to Ella's bedroom was open.
In the darkness of Gossington Manor
, an ambulance was parked in front of the building. A police car came galloping by, with red lights flashing on the roof. The police car stopped in front of the building, Craddock bent out of the car door, and a local police officer approached.
Officer: Sir, Mr. Rudd called the police station at 8:55.
Cradock Lu nodded and walked into the hall, where the housekeeper and several maids had already been gathered. Two hospital workers carried Ella's body down the stairs on a stretcher, with the forensic doctor following closely behind.
Forensic: I will submit the autopsy report tomorrow morning.
Craddock: Okay.
After the medical examiner left, Craddock signaled that the maids could leave, but asked the housekeeper Bates to stay.
Craddock: Bates, please stay. Officer Arnold will now take your testimony.
Bates nodded and walked uneasily to Arnold's table.
Craddock looked around, walked upstairs, and broke into Jason's bedroom. Jason looked at the inspector uneasily.
Jason: Inspector, who will kill Ella?
Craddock: The one who tried to poison your wife, did you know that Miss Zielinsky made a lot of calls from the phone booth? (Jason is very surprised) Yes, she's obviously playing a detective role. She called everyone suspected and said she had seen them put poison and watched for reaction. As long as anyone believed it, she would find the murderer. It seems she has found it.
Jason: Did you see the coffee lab?
Craddock: I see. (Takes two notes from her pocket) Mr. Ladd, why didn't you tell me about the anonymous letter?
Jason took the note, glanced at it, and placed it on the table.
Jason: Sorry, I must have been too busy to forget.
Craddock: Someone threatened to kill your wife and you forgot!
Jason: I thought I could handle it.
The open suitcase in Marina's bedroom
was placed on the bed, and Marina was putting clothes in a panic. Jason entered the door and was stunned.
Jason: What are you doing?
Marina: I'm leaving this place.
Jason: Marina!
Marina: I'm sorry, but I can't stand an extra night here.
Jason: Then, what about the filming?
Marina: Someone is trying to kill me. Do you think I should wait?
Jason, no one wants to hurt you!
Marina (suddenly pounces on Jason): Jason, I'm terrified.
Jason (whispering): I know, but I'm with you. The police are also on alert.
Marina: Why? Why would anyone want to hurt me?
Jason: Why didn't you tell me about the anonymous letter?
Marina was startled, her right eye jumped, and she raised her head to look at Jason.
Marina: Why is it necessary? Scared you half to death too? Let's get out of here!
Jason: Well, we'll move into a hotel tomorrow morning.
Marina: You agreed?
Jason: Yes.
Marina hugged Jason excitedly, pressing her face against Jason's chest.
Marina: We will never be apart!
Jason bowed his head and kissed Marina's hair, smiled and nodded.
Jason: Unless death separates us!
Marina raised her head in horror, looked at Jason, and didn't speak for a while.
Marina: Ah, why do you say that? !
Miss Marple's kitchen
Miss Marple was cutting green peppers on a chopping board in an apron, and Craddock sat beside them, and the two talked.
Marple: Looks like Miss Zielinsky can be checked off the suspect list. Murder is a dangerous business, and if you get involved, you have to be prepared to suffer the consequences.
Clarke: Well, her death was tragic.
Marple: Oh, it's painful to die with hydrocyanic acid.
Craddock: Aunt, what's next? The biggest suspect is now the victim. (Pours wine) You know, there were at least forty people at the reception, but no one saw how the poison got into the glass.
Marple: Can't say that, Dermot. At least three people saw it. The first man was thinking of something else, not realizing what he was seeing...
Craddock: What about the second man?
Marple (busily preparing meals): Possibly seen, but no suspicion. Because the people involved in this kind of thing pretend to do it naturally. Nowadays, people often like to put various things into their drinks, such as pills or something.
Craddock: Well, what about the third person?
Ma Fuer: It's the person who put the poison.
Craddock: The same guy who murdered Ella Zielinski.
Marple: Exactly! I've always thought that murders are like puzzle pieces in which the whole picture cannot be seen until the last piece is put together. Obviously, we haven't found the last piece of the puzzle.
Miss Marple got the meal ready and sat down at the table with Craddock. Craddock took the cognac bottle and poured Miss Marple a glass of wine, and then another for himself. The two chatted while eating. Suddenly, Miss Marple's hand holding the knife and fork stopped, a look of confusion appeared on her eyelids, and Craddock looked at her from a different angle.
Craddock: Aunt...
Marple (murmurs): Congealed expression...that look of doubtful expression: Heather Babcock said something that made Marina Gregg's expression suddenly freeze stand up?
Craddock: You mean she kept saying how
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