Murder Most Foul Page #4

Synopsis: Although the evidence appears to be overwhelming in the strangulation murder of a blackmailer, Miss Marple's sole 'not guilty' vote hangs the jury 11-1. She becomes convinced that the real murderer is a member of a local theatrical troupe, so she joins them in order to gather information. The clues lead back many years to a single disastrously unsuccessful 1951 performance of a dreadful play written by the group's hammy director, H. Driffold Cosgood. Although at that time, several of the current cast members were only children, more murders follow before Miss Marple ultimately exposes the killer.
 
IMDB:
7.2
UNRATED
Year:
1964
90 min
385 Views


- For simple-minded people.

- That's mine!

What's the use?

Ah, thank you.

Daddy's very democratic.

He doesn't mind who I marry.

You could have put that better!

If he's not asking for a pedigree,

you're fine, eh Bill?

You could have put that better too!

Oh! I was looking for Mr Cosgood.

Haven't I seen you before?

Really? I wonder where

that could have been?

- I'm not sure.

- Probably in another dimension.

Don't take any notice,

she's our weirdie.

No, it was in a dream...

she and you, George.

- Something to do with death.

- Oh, please, Eva. Can I help you?

I have an appointment

with Mr Cosgood.

He's probably messing about

on the stage. It's over there.

Oh yes, thank you.

I'll find him, young man.

Mr Cosgood!

Mr Cosgood!

Mr Cos.... oh!

- Are you Jane Marble?

- Marple, if you please.

- Very well, get on with it.

- It?

I have a performance

in half an hour.

Whatever you have

chosen to do, do!

Oh!

Throw your voice to the back of the

theatre. I want to hear you.

I can't catch what you say.

I want to hear every word!

Oh, very well.

The Shooting of Dan McGrew...

..by Mr Robert W. Service.

'A bunch of the boys were whooping

it up in the Malamute saloon

'The kid that handles the music-box

was hitting a jag-time tune

'And back at the bar...

'..in a solo game

sat dangerous Dan McGrew

'And watching his luck was his

light-o'-love, the lady known as Lou.

'When out of the night...

'When out of the night

that was fifty below

'And into the din and the glare,

'There stumbled a miner

fresh from the creeks

'Dog dirty and loaded for bear.'

Just give me the gist

and get to the climax!

Oh, dear me, that's very difficult.

It's a long poem

and there's a great deal behind it.

However, as you wish.

Well now... soon after the stranger

has entered this lurid scene,

it becomes increasingly evident

there is a growing antagonism

between him and Mr McGrew.

An antagonism which is to end

in stark tragedy.

Shall I pick it up at the point

when the miner,

seated at the saloon piano,

is playing like a maniac?

Yes, yes, please do.

Thank you.

'Then the stranger turned

'And his eyes they burned

in a most peculiar way

'ln a buckskin shirt

that was glazed with dirt he sat

'And I saw him sway

'Then his lips went thin

in a kind of grin

'And he spoke

and his voice was calm

'Boys, says he, you don't know me

and none of you care a darn...'

Yes, yes, yes,

but get to the point, please!

'But I want to state

and my words are straight

'And I'll bet my poke they're true

'That one of you is a hound of hell

'And that one is Dan McGrew

'Then I ducked my head

and the lights went out

'And two guns blazed in the dark

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David Pursall

David spent his early life in Erdington (England), the son of an accountant; he was always interested in writing and had two murder mystery novels published by the time he was sixteen. So, on leaving school, he took an apprenticeship as a journalist and became a reporter working on a local Birmingham newspaper. His ambition was to move to London to work on a national newspaper but with the threat of war looming, he joined the Royal Service Voluntary Reserve of the Fleet Air Arm as a trainee pilot before taking an officer's course at The Greenwich Naval College. During the Second World War he spent the first three years flying, winning a DSC for bravery and then transferred to the Admiralty Press Division. It was whilst he was stationed in Sydney that he met Captain Anthony Kimmins, the well-known broadcaster on naval affairs, who inspired him to work in the film industry. In 1947, settling in London, he eventually landed a post as Publicity Director for The Rank Organization and, in collaboration with the iconic portrait photographer Cornel Lucas, handled the press relations for Rank film stars, some of those he mentioned include : Jean Simmons, Petula Clark, Diana Dors, Joan Collins, Jill Ireland and Brigitte Bardot. In 1956, he joined forces with long term writing partner Jack Seddon, basing full time at Pinewood Studios, initially writing a script from his own idea Tomorrow Never Comes (1978). However, the plot was considered too provocative at that time and it was whilst trying to interest producers in this, that David and Jack were commissioned to write the script for Count Five and Die (1957); and it took twenty-one years' before Tomorrow Never Comes (1978), was made. Continuing later as a freelance film and TV scriptwriter, David worked mainly on war and murder mystery themes; his last movie made for TV was Black Arrow in 1985, a 15th century historical war drama. He worked constantly, and together with the titles listed, there were many more commissioned scripts, treatments, and original stories developed which never reached the sound stage. He also tried his hand at writing for the theatre, worked for a short time in Bollywood, took his tape recorder to the front line in Israel for a documentary on the Six Day War, and later became a Film and TV adviser; he also continued to write newspaper articles. David lived the good life; a popular, charismatic conversationalist, an idea's man, who enjoyed travelling the world circumnavigating twice, partying, theatergoing, watching night shooting at Pinewood Studios, finishing The Daily Telegraph cryptic crossword daily and driving fast cars; as well as helping the aspiring young achieve success in their careers in film and the media. Aged 69, he announced from his hospital bed, that as he'd written everything there was to write, it was his time to go. He left behind a devoted wife and a daughter. more…

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