The Mirror Crack'd Page #9
- PG
- Year:
- 1980
- 105 min
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This is the spot where it happened,
which makes it
so much easier to understand.
It's very simple, if only
one looks at it the proper way.
It all began, you see, with the kind
of person that Heather Babcock was.
Damn it, that's enough!
The two of you come busting
into my house. I want you out. Now!
Perhaps you should call the police,
Mr Rudd.
Let us go back, shall we,
to the moment when
Heather greets Miss Gregg
and launches into
her efiusive little tale?
Poor Miss Gregg listened patiently
as Heather rattled on,
or at least she appeared to.
And then suddenly
Marina turned her head away.
A strange look came over her face.
A look of doom.
It had nothing to do
with Lola Brewster's arrival.
Marina wasn't even looking at her
or poor Heather.
She was looking at the Madonna.
holding a beautiful happy baby.
I still don't see the connection.
Of course not, you don't know
what Heather actually said.
Yes, but haven't we
been through all that last night?
She got out of bed, powdered her nose,
slipped out of the barracks
determined to see her idol
then proceeded to the theatre
where some relative let her in
and allowed her to watch
from the wings.
I still don't see where that gets us.
Neither did I.
And then I thought of the vicar.
I telephoned him in the middle
of the night. I wasn't at all popular.
He remembered Heather's convalescence.
She had been ill and spent her sick
leave in the village with her mother.
You see,
when Heather Babcock
went to the theatre that evening,
she was infectious.
She was suffering from rubella.
More commonly known
as German measles.
Your wife had a child
that was born mentally retarded.
She never recovered from the shock.
Marina... contracted German measles
during the pregnancy.
And she never knew how.
And then one afternoon, a perfect
stranger tells her with pleasure,
with pride even, what she has done.
And you let me kiss you.
Oh, yes, you did!
What a nice little story, dear.
- Now, can I get you a drink?
- Oh, thank you, yes.
A rather perfect murder.
Not exactly as Cherry described it.
I was wrong about one thing.
I deduced that one of the guests
at the party
took the risk of putting
the poison in the glass.
But it was unnecessary.
No one would have noticed
the hostess taking a momentary leave
of absence to visit her bathroom
to prepare the fetal potion.
As an actress used to handling props,
she would have had no trouble
jogging Heather's elbow,
accidentally spilling her drink
and offering her her own.
Marina had to insist that
she was the intended victim,
that the murder was aimed at her
to support her plot.
Even doctored her coffee at the studio.
It deceived nearly everybody. Nearly.
But one person saw through it.
You knew, didn't you, Mr Rudd?
It was the notes
that made you finally realise.
The notes your wife forgot
to tell you about.
If they had been real,
she would have informed you at once.
So you decided to protect her.
Mr Rudd,
I'd like to speak to your wife.
Would you mind
if I saw her first?
Thank you, dear. Mr Rudd.
- Miss Marple.
- Yes, Mr Rudd?
She's dead.
I rather suspected as much.
Couldn't you?
I killed her.
I put poison in
her hot chocolate last night.
It was inevitable
she would have been discovered.
I couldn't let her face the humiliation.
She's suffered enough.
You must have loved her very much.
Mr Rudd,
I think you better come in here.
Marina?
Mr Rudd.
She's given
the performance of her life.
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