Murder Most Foul
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He knocks over the lamp,
shoots at you and then bolts.

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- I see.
- He misses, of course.

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Nothing like a loud report
for keeping an audience alive.

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- Do you find this alarming?
- Oh, no. Not at all.

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Good.
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Right, then, let's set the scene.
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Ralph, you 'll be over here,
rifling the escritoire.

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The Honourable Penelope will enter
through the French windows here.

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Right! Positions, please.
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Miss Marple, in, now.
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Ah!
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I thought I'd find you here, Faber.
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- You!
- Yes, me!

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Stay where you are.
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Violence will avail you nothing.
The grounds are swarming with police.

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- They've nothing on me.
- Oh, yes they have. You see...

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You see, Mrs McGinty's dead!
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You made a mistake, didn't you?
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You certainly did, dear lady.
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What did I do?
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- You said, "Mrs McGinty's dead".
- Did I?

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Yes, it's Rona La Plante who's dead.
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Yes, how silly of me.
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I must have picked it up from
your play, Remember September.

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My play?
There's nobody of that name in it.

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How odd.
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The name McGinty's on my mind,
for some reason.

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I know, it was that barmaid
murdered at Milchester.

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There was a trial last week.
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Yes... that's it.

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