Murder She Said Page #3

Synopsis: Old miss Marple is on a train ride when she witnesses a murder in a passing train. She reports it to the police but they won't believe her: since no body can be found there can't have been any murder, right? As always, she begins her own investigation. The murder was committed while passing Ackenthorpe Hall and miss Marple gets herself a job there, mixing cleaning and cooking with searching the house for clues.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
Director(s): George Pollock
Production: WARNER BROTHERS PICTURES
 
IMDB:
7.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
83%
UNRATED
Year:
1961
87 min
609 Views


- Yes, of course.

Our staff consists of Hillman,

the gardener,

and Mrs Kidder, she let you in.

She comes in three afternoons a week

to do the rough work.

My grandfather. He founded

the family fortune - tea biscuits.

Oh yes and very excellent biscuits

they were too.

A severe man, I'm afraid.

Miss Marple, I think it only fair

to explain that my father is...

...quite frankly, difficult at times.

He's an invalid.

He's very keen on economy

and sometimes says things

that upset people.

- I wouldn't want you to...

- I'm used to caring for the elderly.

We'll manage.

Emma!

Emma! I hear you!

- Yes, Father. Excuse me.

- Don't try to sneak off.

- Is the new girl with you?

- Well... yes, Father.

I hope she's got more meat on her

than the last one. I hate 'em skinny!

Don't just stand there boggling,

bring her in.

Yes... er...

will you come in please?

Father,

this is Miss Marple, er... Jane.

A plain Jane if I ever saw one.

We can't all be young and handsome

can we, Mr Ackenthorpe?

I cannot tolerate impertinence.

Then we should get on admirably -

neither can I.

If you're staying and I suppose

you've got to, understand this:

Because I live in a big house

doesn't mean I'm a rich man.

So don't come here

with big ideas.

I live here because I want to,

not because I can afford it.

- Father, don't you think...

- No! Can you cook?

If you want

good English cooking, yes.

Cod is as good as lobster

and much cheaper.

That depends on whether one has

a palate unsullied by cheap opiates.

If you mean what I think you mean,

this cost two shillings.

Yes, quite.

- I'll show Miss Marple to her room.

- Good idea.

That was Hillman the gardener. When

Father moves about, he calls him.

They're close.

Will you stay, Miss Marple... Jane?

- My dear lady, of course.

- I'm so glad.

Emma, come back here!

You've forgotten my medicine.

Excuse me.

Your room is the door

opposite the small stairs.

- I'll find it.

- May I give you those?

- All right?

- Yes, thank you.

Come out, at once!

I advise you to come out!

Very well...

You're Miss Emma's nephew, I presume?

Yes, Alexander Eastley.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I'm Jane. Jane Marple.

Yes... it is disappointing, isn't it?

I'd hoped for a Jayne Mansfield.

You have much in common

with your grandfather.

We're very alike in many ways.

Mind you, I'm not mean. He'll stop

that vase out of your wages.

It's just as well

you got out of the way, or...

It would have been my head

and you would get 10 years.

It's still possible.

Not only do you

not look like Jayne Mansfield,

you're not my idea of a maid either.

Well, quite honestly, I don't think

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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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