MISS MARPLE IS ADRESSING A DRAWING ROOM.
MARPLE
I've gathered you all together to reveal perhaps the greatest mystery of my career. Who slew the great Belgian detective Hercule Poirot? Who so horribly murdered the short arsed, slapheaded fudge packer? Did I mention he was foreign? It was....
SHE IS BEATEN TO DEATH WITH A MOTORCYCLE.
WE TURN TO SEE NICK BERRY.
PC NICK BERRY.
And who killed the sharp witted, piss scented, interfering gossipy witch Miss Marple? Who could have been so annoyed by the dreary twee television adaptations of stories that make no ruddy sense when they were written? Who could...
A GUN SHOT RINGS OUT.
MICHEAL GRADE'S STANDING THERE WITH A GUN.
GRADE
It was the credit crunch that killed them. Now piss off before I make another series of Xfactor.