All language subtitles for Agatha.Christies.Poirot.s02e02.The.Veiled.Lady.1990.Bluray.720p.HEVC.x265.sharpysword

Stop, thief!

They fear me, Hastings.

The criminals -- they fear
Hercule Poirot so much

that they have repented
of their naughty ways

and have become citizens
of the most upright.

Oh, rubbish, Poirot.

I say -- look at that schooner.

"Rubbish," do you say, Hastings?

Well, I don't imagine
most of them

have ever heard
of Hercule Poirot.

Ah.

You strike a man
while he is down, eh?

I wish you were right.

I wouldn't mind retiring early.

It strikes me they're getting
even cleverer,

our criminal friends.

I had a case last week
you would have liked, Poirot.

At the moment,
my dear Inspector,

I would like any case at all.

Burlington Arcade,
broad daylight --

fellow walks in, pulls a gun,

and helps himself to a handful
of precious stones.

My dear Japp,
that sounds quite ordinary.

The good bit's still to come.

Now, this robber hasn't gone
five yards

when he's seized by a couple
of passing citizens

and held until a constable
arrives.

Constable marches him off
to the station.

There's the stones
in his pocket --

very good, very public-spirited
piece of work

by the worthy passers-by,
except...

Except that what, Inspector?

The stones in his pocket
aren't the real stones.

He's passed the real ones
to a confederate,

one of the aforementioned
worthy citizens.

I say.

Not bad, eh?

I hope he gets 10 years.

Yes, very good,

mais pas de finesse,
seulement de l'audace.

But, yes,
it is not badly imagined.

You know, Hastings,

sometimes I wish that I was not
of such a moral disposition.

Really?

Would not Hercule Poirot
do better than any criminal?

Hercule Poirot would use
his gray cells, eh?

Hercule Poirot would change his
modus operandi for every crime.

Scotland Yard would never
be able to pin me down.

Ah, Hastings, Hastings.

To work against the law
for a change --

I think it would be
quite pleasing.

Imagine it.

Every morning a new crime, hein?

Every morning, Inspector Japp
tearing the hair.

And on every street corner,

the cries
of the newspaper sellers --

"Read all about it!

M. Big reveals everything!"

Yes, Miss Lemon?

A lady came to see you,
Mr. Poirot.

Ah, bon.

What sort of lady, Miss Lemon?

Well, exactly, Captain Hastings.

It was hard to tell.

You couldn't see her face
for the veil she was wearing.

Where is she now, Miss Lemon?

She said she had a matter
of the utmost importance

to consult you about,

and would you go to see her
at the Athena Hotel.

And what does she call herself?

She wouldn't leave a name.

Room number at the hotel?

She wouldn't leave a number.

Diable.

Is it any wonder
that my business,

it is crumbling about my eyes?

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.
Very good.

Boy!

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

You must be M. Poirot.

I'm sorry I couldn't stay
at your office,

but... I think I'm being watched,
you see.

Watched, mademoiselle?

I can hardly believe
that anyone can help me,

but I've heard
such wonderful things about you.

Perhaps you can do
the impossible.

The impossible --
it pleases me always.

Allow me to introduce
my associate, Captain Hastings.

How do you do?

Continue, I beg of you.

You have heard of
Lady Millicent Castle-Vaughan?

The Earl of Killarney's
daughter?

I am Lady Millicent.

Oh, I say.

Thank you.

You may have read
of my engagement

to the Duke of Southshire.

Yes, indeed.

They say it'll be
the wedding of the year.

I did not know
that you were such an expert

on the social calendar,
Hastings.

It's too public here.

I shall trust you.

My word!

So kind.

There is a man, a horrible man.

His name is Lavington.

There was a letter I wrote.

I was only 16 at the time.

A letter that you wrote
to this M. Lavington?

Oh, no -- to a young man.

He was going on an expedition
up the Orinoco.

He never came back.

Rotten luck.

I was very fond of him.

I understand.

It was a foolish letter,

an indiscreet letter,
but nothing more.

But there were phrases in it

which might bear
a different interpretation.

I see.

So, it is this letter

that has come into the hands
of M. Lavington?

Yes.

And he threatens to send it
to my fianc�

unless I send him
an enormous amount of money.

Dirty swine!

I beg your pardon,
Lady Millicent.

How much is he asking?

�20,000.

It's impossible.

I doubt if I could raise �1,000,
even.

And you have seen this letter?

Yes.

I went to his house
in Wimbledon.

He held it out for me to see.

I tried to snatch it,
but he was too quick for me.

So, where is it now?

He folded it up and put it
in a little wooden box --

a Chinese puzzle box,
he called it.

"It'll be safe in there,"
he said,

"and the box itself is hidden
in such a clever place

that you will never find it."

Ah, it is repugnant to me

that you should pay to this man
even one penny.

Hear, hear.

No, the ingenuity
of Hercule Poirot

shall defeat your enemies.

Yes.

Please be so kind as to send
to me this M. Lavington.

I don't see why this Lavington
fellow should give up the letter

just because we ask him to.

What a stunning girl, though.

I sometimes think, mon ami,
that you are too easily stunned.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Whitehaven Mansions, please,
driver.

This is interesting, Poirot.

"Englishman mysteriously
done to death in Holland."

Always they say that, Hastings.

Later they find that
he has eaten the tinned fish

and that his death
is perfectly natural.

Oh, if you're determined to look
on the black side...

He won't come now,
will he, Mr. Poirot?

Well, perhaps he is frightened
of us, eh, Miss Lemon?

I'll stay, if you like.

No, no, no, thank you,

but Captain Hastings and I
will manage.

Well, good night, Mr. Poirot.

Good night.

Good night, Captain Hastings.

Good night, Miss Lemon.

I hope you have
a pleasant evening.

It's him! It's him!

I'm sure it's him!

Calm yourself, Miss Lemon.

It is only
the simple blackmailer.

There's something nasty
about blackmail, Mr. Poirot.

You have nothing to fear.

Of that, I am sure.

Now, please be so kind as to
let in M. Lavington as you go.

Mr. Lavington to see you.

Ah.

Well, well, well.

So, this is the famous
Hercule Poirot, is it?

It is, monsieur.

Hmm.

The Castle-Vaughan girl said
that you wanted to talk to me.

Does she think
I'm going to change my mind?

Perhaps she does.

She must think
that I'm an idiot, then.

Perhaps you are.

Try me.

Very well.

Lady Millicent does not have
�20,000 or anything like it.

Really?

Just because she's got a title
doesn't mean she's rich.

Oh, I'm sure some of
her gentlemen friends

would be willing enough
to oblige such a pretty woman

with a loan,

particularly if she went
the right way about it. What?

You swine!

Hastings, please.

I say, what an excitable
office boy you have.

Lady Millicent might raise with
difficulty the sum of �5,000.

�5,000?

You will have your little joke,
won't you?

Hercule Poirot does not joke,
monsieur.

Well, gentlemen, we don't seem
to be getting much further.

I have something for sale.

Either I get my price
or I don't.

There's no room for bargaining.

It would appear, M. Lavington,

that you are quite experienced
in these matters, hein?

Oh, all right.

I'll let the Lady Millicent off
cheaply,

as she's such a charming girl.

Go on.

We'll say �18,000.

That is not so cheap.

Take it or leave it.

I'm off to Paris today.

I shall be back on Tuesday.

Unless the �18,000 is paid
by Tuesday evening,

the duke gets the letter.

tout � l'heure, messieurs.

Hastings?

Hastings?

Lost him.

Our M. Lavington?

Yeah. He got into a cab.

What did you want him for?

I was gonna follow him,
find out where he lived.

But we know where he lives.

Well, I don't.

Ah, yes, Lady Millicent
has already told us.

He lives at Wimbledon.

Oh, yes.

Wimbledon's a pretty big place,
you know.

I had an aunt who lived
in Wimbledon --

and an uncle, actually.

I used to go and stay there
sometimes.

Buona Vista, Cedars Avenue.

Oh. I see.

It is a volume packed with
useful information, Hastings.

You never think of looking
for people's addresses

in the telephone directory,
though, do you?

Yes, Hastings, I do.

Why did you wish to know where
M. Lavington lives, Hastings?

I don't know.

He was so beastly, the way
he talked about Lady Millicent.

I wanted to kick him
down the stairs.

Ah.

You wanted to do it in the
comfort of his own home, yes?

What?

Well, no.

Well, I don't know.
Something's got to be done.

Something is going to be done,
Hastings.

You're going to his house.

You're going to his house
while he's in Paris.

You're going to his house
while he's in Paris,

and you're going to burgle it.

You should be round the side.

Comment?

Tradesmen -- round the side.

You're not selling onions,
are you?

Pardon?

Your people come over here
doing that a lot.

M. Lavington came to see me.

He sees a good many people.

I'm not responsible
for all that.

I'm only the housekeeper.

And I am the locksmith.

I specialize
in burglar-proof locks.

Well, he didn't say anything
to me about it.

But I can't say I'm surprised,
the way things are around here.

Mm.

You better come in.

Thank you.

Wipe your feet.

Hasn't been the same around here

since they started the tennis
up the road.

You get all these riffraff
come to watch.

Oh, very "ah-la-la," mind,
to hear them speak,

but you're not safe
in your own home, are you,

with all these people asking
directions, wanting caf�s.

I don't where they think
they are.

Indeed, no, madame.

It's been beyond all since that
Fred Perry won again this year.

Mm.

Now, M. Lavington was most eager

that I should fix these special
locks whilst he was in Paris.

Oh, that's where he is, is it?

I can't keep up with him.

Well, you get on with it, then.

Thank you.

Madame, M. Lavington omitted
to tell me your name.

You are called Madame...

Godber.

Charming.

How come you're being
a locksmith here,

when you're French?

Because I am not French, madame.

-No?
-No.

Where are you from, then?

Mme. Godber, tell me,

what is the country that is
very full of the mountains

and divided into cantons?

You're never Chinese.

No, no, madame -- Switzerland,

a country famous
for its watches, its clocks,

and its locks.

I've heard about the watches.

My late husband had one,
God rest his soul.

Never did him much good.

Well, I can't stand here
talking.

I've got to get my work done
and get home to Stretton.

Ah, I was under the impression
that you lived in, madame.

Oh, no, I certainly don't.

I'm finished here at 6:00.

Don't matter what.

I shall be back at the same time
tomorrow, madame,

and until then, please don't let
anyone touch the windows.

They are connected up already.

Connected up?

To the electricity.

I can't see any wires.

Naturally.

Hastings, use stealth.

The policeman patrols
every 17 minutes.

How did you do that?

Shh.

Do not put on the lights.

The neighbors will see.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Anything?

No.

Me neither.

Blast!

Is Hercule Poirot to be beaten?

Never!

I've searched everywhere.

I even took the fruit
out of the fruit bowl.

Hastings, let us be calm.

Let us reason.

Let us -- Enfin!

Let us employ
the little gray cells.

I am an imbecile.

The kitchen.

The kitchen?

That's impossible.

What about the servants?

They'd be bound
to come across it.

Exactly.

That is just what 99 people
out of 100 would say.

And for that very reason,

the kitchen is the ideal place
to choose.

En avant.

He can't have buried it
under the coal.

If you will use your eyes,
Hastings,

you will see that it is not
the coal that I examine.

Officer! Officer!

Ah.

Direct your light for me,
Hastings.

Ah.

Your knife, if you please.

Ah!

Well done.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Gently with the voice.

What an extraordinary place.

Anyone might have used the logs.

In July?

And it was hidden
at the bottom of the pile --

a very ingenious hiding place.

You know, I think this would be
quite a tease to open.

All right, boys, the game's up.

I want you to come quietly, now.

Officer, I want to explain.

My friend and I are here
at the request of M. Lavington.

It's him.
He's the main one.

Never mind about the other one.

Mme. Godber --

Oh.

It makes you shiver when they
use your own name, doesn't it?

I knew it would be him,

pretending to talk
in that silly accent.

All right, my lad, you're coming
down to the station.

Please, Officer, I was just --

Trying to tell me
some cock-and-bull story

about being Chinese.

Madame --

Don't you "madame" me, you tyke.

Casing the joint --
that's what he was doing.

I fooled him, though.
Told him I didn't live here.

I was suspicious right
from the start, you see?

Look at his eyes.

Officer --

Look at his shifty little eyes.

Oh, you can always tell,
can't you?

Come on, Sonny Jim.
It's down the lockup for you.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Vicious-looking character,
isn't he?

He hasn't been any trouble.

No, he's too clever for that.

We've wanted to get our hands
on him for months.

Apart from not giving a name.

What is his name?

This is not funny, Japp.

Well, nobody knows
his real name.

But everyone calls him
"Mad Dog."

"Mad Dog," eh?

One fancy ring,

one pair of pinch-nose
spectacles,

one...

What is that?

That is my mustache comb.

-Mustache comb?
-Yes.

You didn't tell me he was
one of your unnaturals, sir.

Just give him his things.

What I don't understand is how
you got to Lavington's house

so quick, Poirot.

I only heard myself last night.

Heard what, Inspector?

Well, about Lavington
being murdered in Amsterdam.

Murdered?
When?

When?
Last week, of course.

Last week?

Last Tuesday, but you knew that.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Good morning, Hastings.

You are well, yes?

This is impossible, you know.

I am glad to see you looking so
rested this morning, Hastings.

And what a turn of speed
you displayed last night,

what agility to jump
through the window, hein,

and to leave your poor old
friend Poirot in the soup.

Well, if I hadn't managed
to escape

and get Japp to come
and bail you out,

you would have been up in front
of Wimbledon beat

this morning --

housebreaking,
at the very least.

I didn't have a very good night,
anyway, as a matter of fact.

Couldn't sleep a wink
trying to get this thing open.

My heart goes out to you,
Hastings.

I don't think it's a box at all.

I think it's a solid block
of wood.

Really?

I'm usually pretty good
at anything mechanical.

You try.

I think we should take a hammer
to it.

One moment, ami.

Hmm.

Perhaps poor old Poirot
can do it.

Ah!

Hastings,
what a cracksman was lost

when Hercule Poirot
decided to become

the world's greatest detective,
hmm?

Is that it?

Lady Millicent's letter?

Oh, you're not gonna read it?

Well,
how will I be able to tell you

if it is the letter
of Lady Millicent, Hastings,

if I do not read it?

First burglary, now this.

Ah, oui, c'est charmant.

It's her -- Lady Millicent.

She wants to see you.

Well...

At her hotel in one hour.

She says the hotel isn't safe.

Well, where, then?

A strange circumstance
has arisen

which will amuse you, I think,
Hastings.

Oh, really?

M. Lavington is dead.

Good heavens.

Yes. In fact,
he was already dead

when he came to see us
on Friday.

Already dead when he --

He was your Englishman

mysteriously done to death
in Holland.

Done to death in Holland?

Well, how did he get to London?

Must have been someone else.

Good, Hastings. Yes, very good.

Oh, M. Poirot, how wonderful.

How did you do it?

Uh, by the methods
rather reprehensible,

I'm afraid, my lady.

Oh, dear.

In an operation very difficult
and dangerous,

Captain Hastings
was particularly valorous.

Oh.

But I'm sure M. Lavington
will not prosecute.

Oh, how can I ever
thank you both?

Where was it hidden?

In the Chinese box,
just as you said.

And the Chinese box was hidden
inside a fire log.

-And you found it.
-Ah.

Oh, you are both wonderful,
wonderful men.

Where is it now?

Comment?

The Chinese box --
where is it now?

The box?

Mm-hmm.

I don't know.

You don't know?

One could hardly
lose a thing like that, surely.

Hastings, whatever did we do
with that box?

Didn't you throw it away?

Oh, surely not.

It was such
a beautiful little box.

No, I remember now.
You put it in your pocket.

My pocket?

Ah.
Voil�

There it is.

Isn't it lovely?

It looks pretty ordinary to me.

You can buy them for tuppence
in Limehouse.

Oh, no.

I would dearly love to keep it
as a souvenir,

to remind me of such
a very clever French gentleman.

Belgian.

How quaint.

And I had hoped that you
would permit me to keep it

to remind me of a very beautiful
English lady.

Oh, but I shall give you
a much better souvenir than that

on my wedding day.

You shall not find me
ungrateful, M. Poirot.

And I have found more pleasure,
my lady,

in serving you
than to receive the money check.

You must permit
that I retain the box.

But, M. Poirot,
you don't understand.

I simply must have it.

I think... not.

What do you mean?

Inside this box is a cavity.

This cavity is divided
into two halves.

Please, to observe.

In the one half...

was the compromising letter.

And in the other...

If I mistake not, the jewels
from the necklace stolen

in the Burlington Arcade
robbery.

Precisely.

Oh, no.

Hello, Gertie.

Oh, God, nabbed!

You know each other?

Gertie runs the best tomfoolery
gang in the country.

Tomfoolery?

Jewelry.

Does he know everything?

No.

Why'd you go
and get yourself mixed up

with this Lavington, Gertie?

That's what I can't make out.

Me neither.

Nasty bit of work, he was --

blackmailer and all sorts.

Don't I know it?

He done the dirty on us.

But it was him who give me
the idea about the job

in the first place.

He found out about the jewelers

from one of them poor devils
he was blackmailing.

And he wrote himself in.

That's right.

He persuaded me
to let him be the civilian

who grabbed hold his shiner.

And this shiner handed the, uh,
tomfoolery over to Lavington.

That's right.

Lavington agreed to meet us
in his house in Wimbledon.

But he didn't show up, did he?

Dirty crook.

And I didn't know where
he'd hidden the tom, either.

But he showed me before
where he put the letter,

and so I guessed perhaps
he might have hidden the jewelry

in the same place.

And so, my dear mademoiselle,

you decided to call in
Hercule Poirot

to do your searching for you.

Well, I'd heard you was good.

So, you put the fix on Lavington

and then your people
followed him to Holland

and that's where
they killed him, eh?

-All right, you.
-Sorry?

So you will be, my lad.

We've got reason to believe

you've got stolen
museum exhibits

concealed about your person.

What?

Quick, she's getting away!

You got the box!

Never mind the box.
I've got the tom.

Come on.

Look at the warrant card.

-We know you're armed!
-He's not armed.

Look at it!

Oh.

Well, we wasn't to know, was we?

It's Lavington.

Never.
That's Joey Weatherly.

Gertie got him
to impersonate Lavington

after the real Lavington
was killed in Holland.

Right.

Weatherly?

Shh.

Here, Joey, I've just found
one of your relations.

You're not gonna get away,
you know, Joey.

Come on, Gertie.
Give yourself up.

You're in with bad company here.

They're in here somewhere,
Poirot.

It is a waiting game, I think,
mon ami.

Not my way of doing things.

I'm gonna have every one
of these dust covers off.

Well, the museum will not be
delighted, I think.

I don't care about that.

Benson! Tidmarsh!

-They're here!
-Go!

-Joey!
-Go on!

Aah!

All right, Joey, come quietly.

Give yourself up, Weatherly.

Not on your life, Mr. Japp.

Come on, Gertie.

Hand them over.

Sit here, Hastings.

Now, I hope that you will
not again wound my feelings

by saying that I am unknown
to the criminal classes.

Oh, I didn't mean that, exactly.

That's why they even
employ me themselves

when they do not know
which way to turn.

What do you think?

Well, I think that we have made
a good choice, Hastings.

Not bad, eh?

Poirot?

Hastings?

I thought
she'd never stop talking.

What do you think?

That's a beauty.

I thought you were going to get
the smaller one.

Oh, I'd feel silly
with a small one.

Are you going to try it out now?

Captain Hastings
has not brought it here

for the good of his health.

Did you ever think
of going to sea, Poirot?

No, no, my friend.

This is as close
as I like to get.

I used to dream about the sea.