Murder Is Easy

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Oh, thank you.

Oh, you're so kind.

Thank you. -Sure, here we go. -I

was so afraid I was going to miss it.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

I meant to go on up this morning.

But then, of course, the morning train

would have been crowded,

what with the derby.

You wouldn't happen to know

which horse won?

The derby?

Oh, let me think.

I've been so upset

with this dreadful business.

Maybe Jujube?

Jujube the Second?

I don't think it was Jujube.

They said he hadn't a chance.

My computer says he does. I've

programmed all the variables:

the jockey, the horse, the

track conditions, everything.

And each time, it came up

the same:
Jujube.

[CHUCKLING]

I'm sorry.

I do get carried away. Probably

don't know what I'm talking about.

You make it sound so exciting.

But I'm sure an old

muddlehead like me

couldn't begin to grasp

anything about computers.

Oh, sure you could.

Ah, you see, it's only

a question of probabilities.

Now look, imagine you have

a jigsaw puzzle,

only some of the pieces

are missing.

All right,

take the pieces you have

and you feed them

into the computer,

remembering that

the pieces are numbers.

And then the computer

will tell you

what the missing pieces

probably look like.

Oh, then it isn't a matter

of absolute certainty?

If it were,

I'd be rich.

I'm sure you do very nicely

with your winnings.

Huh? Oh, oh, the derby?

Uh, no, no, you see,

I did that just for fun.

I'm a researcher at MIT,

near Boston. Um...

I'm Luke Williams,

by the way.

And I'm Lavinia Fullerton.

I gather you're on holiday.

Yes, yes, this is my first tour of

Europe, and I am beginning to see

what it is

I have been missing.

Ah, you could develop

other passions, then.

[CHUCKLING]

Yes.

Just as well, perhaps.

You know,

Alexander Pope says,

One master-passion

in the breast,

like Aaron's serpent,

swallows up the rest.

Essay on Man.

Epistle... one.

Epistle two.

It's hard being alone,

I know.

Of course,

I do have Wonky Pooh.

My cat, you see.

[MOUTHS]

Oh.

Beautiful.

But he's had

such a painful ear lately.

And he was missing this morning.

I simply couldn't leave

until he was found.

Now, why are we stopping?

I'm so late as it is.

[BRAKES SQUEALING]

Well, I don't

see anything.

Dear.

Well, I can only hope

they don't keep

usual office hours

at Scotland Yard.

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Uh, Scotland Yard?

Oh, I'm sure

it's safe to tell you.

You see, our constable

at Wychwood

is used to dealing

with traffic problems

and even with dogs

who foul the footways.

But I feel certain

he is just not the man

to deal with...

Well, with murder.

Murder?

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Oh, yes.

After the third time,

one knows.

Three murders?

At least three

I know of.

It's the look, you see.

That terrible, mad look

on the killer's face

before striking.

I saw it first

with Major Horton's wife,

and she died.

And then there was

Harry Carter

and Tommy Pierce.

And I feel certain

that Dr. Humbleby will be next.

And the terrible thing is

that if I told him,

he wouldn't believe me.

Nor would our constable.

But at Scotland Yard...

Now you're sure

I can't help you

find a cab,

just to get into London?

No, thank you.

It's quite all right.

Oh, look,

that's your horse.

LUKE:

Oh, wait'll Jimmy sees that.

Well, I must be off.

It's such a pleasure.

Thank you.

Um, uh, pardon me,

Miss... Miss Fullerton?

Oh, Professor Williams,

it's enough to know

that you actually wrote it.

I couldn't think

of taking it from you.

Please.

It's dedicated

to my Aunt Mary,

and she never even saw it.

In that case,

I shall treasure it.

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