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00:46:58
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
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What do you think, flapper or slapper?
- This is poppycock. - Oh?
- Those ruffian breaking in. -You apprehended them, I hear.
I'm not, I've told you. I'm just a purveyor of nonsense.
What do you think, flapper or slapper?
She wrote those brilliant, clever books and who is her greatest admirer?
Oh! Anyone got the shivers?
Forty years ago, Miss Chandra kala took that newborn baby to an orphanage.
- No alibi, then? - You were alone?
And I've had enough scorn for one lifetime.
As the Christian fathers taught me, we must forgive them their trespass,
Yeah. The thing is, I had this bloke once.
- Little bit of buzzing there, Vicar. -Don't make me angry!
Now some of the stalk are bent over.
1885, the year of the great monsoon,
The murderer's an alien.
Our nemesis remains at large. Unless Miss Noble's found something.
She never spoke about the disappearance till the day she died.
She'd have overhear something vital by now,
All right, I need to investigate. You just buttle off.
- Those ruffians breaking in. -You apprehend them, I hear.
He'd been kidnap by an insane computer.
Mrs Christie, you must have twig something.
I was unpack in my room.
I took my chance in the dark and nab it.
No one knows exactly what happened, she just vanish.
The Eddison title descend through her. One day, Roger will be a Lord.
Call me Hercule Poirot, but I reckon that's blunt enough.
Don't let it get away! Quick, before it revert back to human form!
How can a shadow be infect?
You've rumble me.
That night, the universe explode in my mind.
Not for me. I can stimulate the inhibit enzymes into reversal.
I wander lonely as the proverbial cloud.
Snatched Lady Babington's pearls right from under her nose.
it absorb the works of Agatha Christie directly from Lady Eddison.
Miss Chandrakala cruelly taken from us. And yet we still take dinner.
Onwards?
Positively buzzing with excitement about the party
Where are you? Come on. There's nowhere to run. Show yourself.
quite literally.
Every murder is essentially the same.
Those flowerbeds were perfectly neat earlier.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, it all lingered.
Well, obviously not. No wedding ring.
- So he killed them? Yes? Definitely? -Yes.
Well, once or twice. Well, once. But it was a good once.
Absolutely alone. Completely. All of the time.
With the Lord one is never truly alone.
This has certainly been a most entertaining evening.
Forgive me, but who exactly might you be?
Those flowerbeds were perfectly neat earlier.
- No alibi, then? - You were alone?
Perhaps, if he asked about...
Well, tons of amorphous, insectivorous life forms,
My word. You are a supe lady.
I wandered lonely as the proverbial cloud.
Shameful story. They'll never talk of it. Too British.
Oh, I know this. If she was really posh she'd say loo.
Unmarried and ashamed, you hurried back to England with your confidante,
a dazzling light in the sky.
This is a crooked house. A house of secrets.
Unmarried and ashamed, you hurried back to England with your confidante,
We were thrilled to receive your invitation, milady.
Kept secret all these years. It's unbelievable.
because the murderer thinks she's just a harmless old lady.
"Facsimile Edition, published in the year..."
- Why a Belgian detective? -Excuse me, Colonel.
He'd been kidnapped by an insane computer.
Bashed on the head. Blunt instrument.
Those flowerbeds were perfectly neat earlier.
Now some of the stalks are bent over.