All language subtitles for a haunting in venice.2023.-en

VENICE, ITALY 1947

Signore Poirot, Your cakes.

The eggs have arrived, signore.

- Poirot!
- Poirot!

They must help me. My parents
died mysteriously last year.

My brother died soon after.
Our doctor can't explain it.

Don't you want enough? I fear for mine
life. It is said that we have been cursed.

What did I tell you? Tube
him again and you lose a hand.

They must have excused me.

Signore Poirot, I must speak to you.

Monsieur Poirot ...

Here is a lady who says, she
is in Venice on an important errand.

- She's a friend.
- I have no friends.

That's what she said, you would say
and that I should give you this.

The author.

Good day, young man. Is your mother at home?

Forgive my bodyguard. He must only let
the pastry chef passes by twice a day.

I only eat apples until dinner.

I like it so much
here. The little choco-chocolate.

Hercule Poirot has truly become
silent. He has shut himself up in retirement.

- Cakes instead of cases.
- I am satisfied.

No. It is joy, not contentment.
A writer can tell the difference.

And you've been hiding in Venice.

A beautiful relic of the past, sinking into the sea -

- just like your mind without a challenge.

I'm good for a quick remark.

I am the world leader
crime writer. Or I was.

27 out of 30 books are bestsellers.

Damn reviewers
called the last three thin beer.

Ariadne Oliver, it's great to see you.

You must come with me.

- A little life must be breathed into your life.
- Well, though.

Do you hear? It is urgent.

You're not the first to want to
entice me with an irresistible case.

It has much more pep than a case.

You are truly cut off from the world.
Don't know what day it is?

What does "pep" mean?

Happy Halloween!

The Americans have introduced loud music and
bad chocolate, but also Halloween.

There is a party for the children tonight.

Hello, children! America
says: "Happy Halloween!"

Happy Halloween! Come on!

Poirot, I've found something. Anyone.

I have researched it from everyone
angles and can't figure it out.

You are onto something my friend.

"The Wicked Miss Reynolds."

She is a spiritualist or a medium.

“The recently released Joyce Reynolds
is the last registered woman, -

- who have been imprisoned under
to the Witchcraft Ordinance of 1735."

I have seen lots of so called media.
They are scammers. So here she is.

She is amazing.

I tell you, I
attended a session...

- Things happened.
- Humbug.

I'm the smartest person I know
and now I go to the next wisest.

Poirot must puncture the balloon.
Otherwise, I end up believing it.

Clear up the scam. Roof
along to the orphans' party.

Afterwards we are invited to a session.

- There's a Halloween party.
- Are you going to a convention?

Enjoy the party. Now don't get too scared.

- There it is.
- Palazzo Lacrime dei Giovani.

In Venice we say:

"All houses are haunted or cursed."

Are you ready, kids?

Yes!

A long time ago was
this palace an orphanage.

Skilled doctors and nurses
took care of nice children.

Until the plague came.

Plagues scare people...

... and fear makes people
do terrible things.

- Isn't that too scary?
- It makes life less scary.

The children soon realized they were alone.

Locked up to die...

... while they starved, called and scratched.

It is said that the children hide and
want more to join them.

So watch out because they want revenge
over the doctors and nurses, -

- who let them die here.

Watch for the sign of the Children's Vendetta.

- There are no doctors here, are there?
- No.

Or nurses? No?

Then we can probably get the party started!

Don't run.

EDGAR ALLAN POE MYSTERY TALES

Leopold.

Leopold.

You hide in a book for one
party. You could play with other children.

Playing is silly.
Halloween calls for horror stories.

Don't you think so, Miss Olga?

- Don't you want some cake?
- It's for the orphans.

I look to father. He
is not good at parties.

Nun alarm.

Miss Oliver, it is wonderful, you
are here. They are my favorite author.

Their murder mysteries make me want to
believe that the wicked will get what they deserve.

Unfortunately, life does not round off
as good as detective novels.

Yes. Bonsoir.

- Everything is alright?
- It's very high up.

I understand. It is very dark here.

Is that our hostess?
Soprano Rowena Drake.

The glamorous life of a diva.

- But she lives here.
- Where did the money go?

Everyone who has lived here,
comes across a tragedy.

The legend says it all
fall. Children's Vendetta.

A child's shadow is seen, and then darkness comes.
Just like her daughter a year ago.

She's the one we're going to hear from tonight.
The lost girl from beyond.

- I don't believe in that sort of thing.
- We will see.

It'll be fine, sweet girl.

Miss Rowena, it's leaking again.

Sheep?

Is everything okay, dad?

- Do you want a pill?
- No.

How about a little punch?

- We can go if you want.
- It's alright.

I have promised Rowena to stay.

Well. I was looking forward to the session.

- They are doing a good deed for the children.
- Also against the adults.

- Do you want to bite the apple? It is fun.
- It's nothing for me.

I'm happy about it. It's too long
since, the house has resounded with laughter.

- It is a remarkable palace.
- They must have it.

I can't afford to renovate
it and can't stand the sight.

And no one will buy it
any price. Not after...

Oh god, no!

You must apologize for that.

I had hoped that the sight of all
these faces would lessen the pain.

Miss Rowena? Your guest has arrived.

I'm actually nervous.

Do you believe in media?

This house made me do that.

There are voices here. Whisper.

The sob.

My daughter was awake at night talking.
I thought it was with her dolls.

My daughter ...

... to hear her voice again.

One word.

I would give the miss
Reynolds everything I own.

This one is going to be very sad.

Miss Reynolds.

Everything is ready for you in the salon
according to your assistant's description.

- Your home is very noisy.
- The children leave before we begin.

There are so many ... everywhere.

Terrible memories.

Their daughter's room is on the second floor.

- How did you know...
- Can we do it there?

Naturally.

Ariadne Oliver. My nemesis.

Then we meet again. The
wicked Joyce Reynolds.

It was an invention of the press. I
don't know if i like it.

Bonsoir, madam. I had
expected one that was more…

- Dramatic? Ridiculous?
- An old wife?

Yes, it's perfect
word. The old wife.

I didn't want this myself.
"Medium" is a nice even term.

I am neither big nor
little. I'm not interesting.

But I can talk to the dead. And they?

- I am Hercule Poirot.
- You were Hercule Poirot.

The detective. They are not
smooth, but pretty famous.

- Am I your next famous case?
- I have withdrawn.

But the author has taken you along
to bring me into disrepute, right?

I'm doing Miss Oliver a favor,
as she would like to understand your means.

I must say that your kind
never impressed me.

- My kind?
- Opportunists who take advantage of the weak.

- Don't you think that the soul lives on?
- I have lost faith.

- How sad it is.
- Yes, the truth is sad.

They must understand that I
would gladly accept -

- any real sign of one
devil or a ghost, -

- because there are
ghosts, there are souls.

If there are souls, God has created them
them, and if we have God, we have everything.

That means order and justice.
But I have seen too much of the world.

Countless crimes, two wars, -

- the evil in human
indifference, and I must conclude, -

- that God and ghosts do not exist,
and no media can talk to them.

What did they say?

I have plenty to clean up. I should
don't be here after dark.

- They won't bother us.
- Who?

What happens after dark?

You are still a charlatan.

A water-damaged ceiling, which
not used to fast steps.

Despite the dramatic timing.

Miss Alicia's room is up here.

How did the girl die?

- The balcony. The channel. She drowned.
- A suicide.

- They pressured her into it.
- Hold on, Mrs. Seminoff.

What else, doctor? The
took you from her. They saw it.

Please wait.

Who has been in here tonight?
Miss Reynolds, her assistant?

None. After Miss Alicia's
dead, only I have been in here.

- To dust off and see Harry.
- Who is Harry?

Her friend. She told him everything.

He used to speak before she died.

Now he just screams.

Everything is as she left it.

Miss Rowena would not
let me move something.

She and Alicia were inseparable.

- You can not catch me!
- Yes!

The palace was their oasis.

Only one week at a time
between trips to the opera.

But the children's ghosts
kept Alicia company.

She grew up and became very beautiful.

Then she met her chef, Maxime.

They became very engaged
quickly. They were deeply in love.

Then there was a coo on the line.

She moved back here.

Then she began to see the children.
They wanted her to themselves.

The last weeks she was in bed, -

- where she sees. Shadows.

She said the children called her.

"They want you with them."

They drove her crazy.

Miss Rowena did not leave her -

- and begged the spirits
about leaving her alone.

They didn't.

They left the mark on the Children's Vendetta.

Police said the injuries were from the fall.

The police ...

- I'm listening.
- She wants to disturb Alicia's soul.

- I'm listening.
- I tell you that it is wrong.

It is against nature and Our Lord.

- Someone is going to pay the price.
- I'm listening.

There is so much suffering here.

Baba.

Yes. Baba the rabbit.

Maxime, no.

“Maxime, come to the palace at o'clock
22. Important news about Alicia Drake."

I was invited.

You always try to throw
me out. It has never succeeded.

- I want to hear what there is to hear.
- Tell that to your new fiancé.

A full six months after Alicia
died. I hear she's incredibly rich.

King Georg presented the family with land.
I got a bistro on Madison Avenue.

I will be a rich New Yorker,
which is the only real kind.

- Come by for a hot dog.
- Should I throw him out?

Just try. Give me an excuse for that.

Do what you want, as always.

I suffered a loss too, Rowena.

Are we nine or ten?

- I do not know. Get 12 chairs.
- Full house.

Godfather is preserved. Is it a séance?

A typewriter. Nothing
spirit board or a crystal ball?

I rather perceive
myself as a secretary.

The voices speak...

... and I take dictation.

Leopold, go in and read in the library.

I want to see Alicia. She was my friend too.

- Aren't you afraid of ghosts?
- I often talk to ghosts.

- Do you do it?
- They say you are a fraud.

Don't touch me until the trance is over.

Alicia Drake, I
think you summoned me.

Too many spirits.

This house is teeming with the dead.

- Some souls can't let go.
- Shall we stop?

No.

If anyone wants to stay
heard, we are here to listen.

The spirits shout and scream, without
someone hears it. We do that now.

Alicia Drake, find your voice.

Does anyone else think it's cold here?

Is there anybody?

"J."

- Yes.
- She didn't touch the key.

- She must have done that.
- This is completely wrong.

Who is it? Alicia Drake. We listen.

We are here. We listen.

It is the holy time. We are close.

Your spirit is near, your voice is strong.

Alicia.

- "A." Alicia.
- Alicia, I can feel you are suffering.

Does it hurt? Tell me that.

Did someone hurt you?

- Yes.
- No!

- Let her finish!
- No!

Let's meet a hidden one first
accomplice in the chimney.

- Nicholas, are you hurt?
- Everything is alright.

Nicholas. The second assistant.

It was a pleasure. To judge from
the same piercing, green eyes -

- you must be the first assistant's half-brother.

A magnetic switch.

- Voilà, the talking typewriter.
- A con artist?

Mrs. Seminoff, you are neglecting your duties.

Only you had been in here,
but there was a footprint in the fireplace.

The scratch at the keyhole
shows that the lock was pried.

Miss Oliver must find a new subject.

Miss Drake, it hurts me,
but this oracle is a fraud.

No!

- Where is Baba?
- Alicia.

- Have you taken him?
- I haven't touched anything.

- Alicia.
- Mother.

Mother?

Thirsty. So thirsty.

Alicia?

Pain.

- Why did you leave me?
- No.

I don't want to ... I don't want to die.

What happens?

Alicia ... shows me.

I'm watching her...
the balcony. She wasn't alone.

She didn't jump. Killer!

You killed me.

Who?

Show it to me. Who?

You killed me! You killed me!

- You killed me!
- Who was it?

- You killed me! You killed me!
- Show it to me!

- You killed me!
- Who was it? What happened?

Murder!

Satanic. She is truly wicked.

It was Alicia's voice.

- She was killed.
- We can't prove it was real.

- What was it then?
- Performance. Mass hysteria.

It wasn't radio theatre. The doors
flew up. I have no explanation.

I have. It was my daughter.

Nah, no. You dare
to go without saying.

- We saw the same thing, and it was...
- Hoax.

Genuine. She is the living thing
proof. That's a good book title.

My next book will be about
her, and it will be a great success.

I have to get started right away. The woman,
that put Hercule Poirot on the wall.

I can't clear up all hers
methods now, but I'll get to that.

You should be relieved. think to know
that the world still offers puzzles.

A God who creates eternal souls.

- After death waits...
- Nothing.

Something.

God would not break the rules for her.

Everything is alright.

I hope you come again tomorrow.
I have promised Rowena one more session.

And Miss Oliver says that
I'm going to be pretty famous.

- I'll get a boat.
- Thank you.

These spirits were particularly cruel.

Sessions demand their price.

You probably do too.

They are a skilled deceiver.

Wish I was a fraud.

It would be less painful.

I think you know about that.

Someone dies and we comfort the grieving
with secrets that are clear to us.

We both speak for the dead
and knows the dead all too well.

Imagine a nurse
during the war, who hears ghosts...

... and is surrounded by screams.

In his department and in his mind.

One wave after another
second of the dying and the dead.

I could only stop the pain by
tell the mourners what I heard.

Alleviate their suffering, as only
I can. Won't you help me?

They let a mother believe that
her daughter's soul is tormented.

It is not noble, kind or humble.

I felt pain. I saw a murder...

- Did you see who killed Alicia Drake?
- It was not revealed. Maybe tomorrow.

It is conveniently profitable.
Horror stories are for children.

They could learn something from them.

Children like it just as much
much like the orphans -

- and still laugh and play and bite the apple.

They are alive. But they ...

Death has followed you
everywhere. Their whole life.

Soldiers ... friends ...

Katherine.

We will not meet again.

They maintain that you are real.

Who does it hurt if I'm not?

Magic only occurs if you summon it, -

- unless it's all really true.

Cheer up mate.

They might amuse you.

I wanted to ask you to remember me...

... but you will get there.

"Lighten up."

Monsieur Poirot!

Monsieur Poirot!

Monsieur Poirot, you can
hear me? Who was it?

I left Miss Reynolds…

I stopped at the apples. It was silly.

I raised the mask.

It was her mask.

Where is Miss Reynolds?

- What was it?
- What's going on?

- Was it her?
- What's going on?

What?

I call my old station.
I know the guard.

- I thought my cupboards were empty.
- There was some tea left.

- I found honey in the linen closet.
- Thank you.

- Vitale Portfolio.
- What now? She was our entry ticket.

We'll probably get there
without her. I promise.

- Didn't you see anyone on the stairs?
- Certain things cannot be seen.

Maybe she jumped. She was that type.

No. Not miss
Reynolds. It is out of the question.

- She was talking about murder. She knew something.
- Do you still think she was real?

She wanted to impress a famous writer
to provide a new source of income.

- Why is she dead?
- Gravity.

- She spoke with Alicia's voice.
- I was questioned by the author.

Ask her. Where was the doctor?
Skiderikken has already killed here before.

It was none of them. You know what it was.

Disgusting creatures live here.
They came when she summoned them.

During the war, before she performed séances.

Miss Reynolds was in the army and
served in the camps in Malta.

- She was a nurse.
- Nurse. Children's Vendetta.

The channels are insecure. There
a boat comes only after the storm.

- When is it?
- It is unknown.

I don't want to sit and wait.
I don't want to spend the night here.

- What's going on?
- They can't lock us in here.

They can't keep us trapped here.

A media had seen one
murder, and now she's dead.

One of you felt hers
glance and killed her.

No one leaves until I know who.

Commissario, don't let the gate open.
Monsieur Gerard, keep an eye on him.

- I am a former police officer.
- That makes you more suspicious.

- They have already killed tonight.
- You are all allowed to speak.

Call the police and say that
Hercule Poirot is on the case.

Was this where she...

I was tried to kill, about two
minutes after the clock struck midnight.

You were the first to find the body?

You dare to suspect me.

- We are old friends.
- Even murderers have old friends.

You've written too many murder mysteries
to be felled as the first.

And the chef has until
further gave you a good alibi.

Therefore I will pray
you to assist me.

- When do we start?
- When you pick up our hostess.

I knew you were in there somewhere.
One corpse and you're Hercule Poirot again.

Baba the rabbit? Poirot!

How the heck…

Baba the rabbit?

Are you sure? Under that jumble of paintings?

- Where were you when Miss Reynolds...
- We were in the music room.

- When?
- Just before midnight.

And then you came running?

What is just above the balcony?

The garden was our secret hiding place.

It was my daughter's
favorite place. I let it all die.

Our bees.

We made honey. Mine
daughter used to tease me.

“All that trouble for wild honey
flowers which can be bought for six lire."

I had hoped they would survive, but...

Wretches.

Why did you invite Miss Reynolds?

- Can't we go to shelter?
- No, let's enjoy the secret garden.

I read about her in a magazine.
I didn't think about it any further.

And then she wrote to me out of the blue.

A letter from a stranger, but
She knew you from the opera, right?

But that was the name she mentioned.
She had heard a message from Aspasia.

That was her nickname for me.

Aspasia, King of Pontus'
great love in "Mitridate".

It was Mozart's first
opera and my first major role.

Alicia was born two months before, and ...

I found my voice because of her.

And ever since...

I can't sing without
know that she is waiting in the wardrobe.

- I still can't.
- Will you never perform again?

There is no music without her.

I turned down proposals
without thinking.

She agreed to the first one.

To the charming chef, Maxime Gerard.

He is a bloated fool who will
marry the richest man he can find.

When they got engaged...

... I tore up all the flowers
garden and took a boat to Istanbul.

But he must have found out,
that I was not as rich as expected.

It was a big day when he had
met someone else and canceled the whole thing.

- But then the worst days began.
- Her illness.

Her mind was inflamed.

She was like a little girl again.

Thank you, Miss Drake.

Miss Oliver.

I'm a lousy housekeeper.
She couldn't have anyone else.

It is a superstitious city.

But you are also superstitious. The
Think the palace is haunted, right?

Miss Rowena owns it,
but it is possessed by spirits.

Where were you when the ghosts did
Joyce Reynolds to one of their own?

Just kidding.

Why are you asking all those questions?
I have not done anything wrong.

That's what he does. Or used to do.

I help him. He is
up and running again. It goes well.

- What are you doing?
- What am I doing?

When a crime is committed,
can I, using order and method -

- and the slow obliteration of my soul
solve the murder mystery without exception.

Just like in your books about
the silly detective from Finland.

He makes lists.

Are you basing yourself on her books?

Will you tell us where you
found you at midnight? To the lists.

In the music room with Miss Rowena.

And are you absolutely sure
that she got in there at midnight?

I kept an eye on the clock and
was grateful that she came.

But you didn't care about the fortune teller.

I mean you called her "satanic".

Maybe you have Exodus
chapter 22, verse 18 in mind?

“A sorceress must
you don't let stay alive."

- The Bible warns against it with good reason.
- A witch for her sabbath.

Which must be drowned or burned
or thrown from a high balcony?

- I do not commit suicide.
- But you know your Bible.

And even in Latin. You have
not learned in Sunday School, but…

... maybe in a monastery.

I was called to stay
nun before I could read.

I was a nun for nine years
at Ospedale della Pietà.

And then I met Mr. Seminoff.
He had to repair the roof.

- God challenges us.
- They fell in love and forgot God.

- It's not that simple.
- One last question for the lists.

Sorry, I thought I heard something.

When you fear witchcraft then
very much, why did you attend a séance?

A despicable act here
the night when you don't want to stay?

There is only one, me
must be accounted for.

And it's not you.

Poirot.

Mrs. Olga Seminoff, what was
Your saint name as a nun?

Maria.

They don't get far with a broken leg.

A serrated weapon. Not very sharp.

Maybe nails. And no one else
marks on her beyond the obvious.

There is nothing else unusual
by her condition?

Being impaled on a work of art is enough.

What about the left wrist?

They bypass an injury as well
as the exact time of death.

I overlooked that.

They stare at me.

Stop!

Do you think I'm crazy?

- I am not!
- Sheep.

- Is everything OK?
- Yes.

I'm right up here
if you need me.

Wish you hadn't asked me for this.

War doesn't just leave scars
the body. Have you been a soldier?

On 15 April 1945.

It should have all been over.

We crossed the Rhine towards
east to reach Berlin.

- We found the gate to Bergen-Belsen.
- Oh God.

"Liberation."

We brought skeletons back to life.

The first day we killed two
with milk. We didn't know any better.

Then typhus broke out. We
had only aspirin and opium.

We burned the barracks.

I wrote a letter to Leo.

And then I shot myself in the chest.

I was told to stop being a doctor.

Except for one patient
last year. Alicia Drake.

As a favor to Rowena.

No one else would see her. Not here.

I was the family doctor.
I should have said no.

But you were at a disadvantage.

- Because you are in love with Rowena Drake.
- I am lucky to be in her life.

I know it's been...

I know it's been hard, but
Do you think Alicia Drake was murdered?

Alicia told me what she saw.

She said the children mocked her.

I didn't listen. I settled
her insanity as heartbreak.

She needed help.

I gave her sedatives...

... like milk for the starving.

Supernatural events do not exist.

There is mental illness. That
a fool like me should have known.

Are we done?

Thank you, Dr. Ferrier.

I guess I'm not on your list.

About them, you must question.

I am waiting.

The terrifying Edgar Allan Poe.

Charles Dickens might not
be better for a boy your age?

Don't you think he's a bit silly?

My father is nervous like you.

It's called war neurosis. Battle fatigue.

I think that is unfair.
He is not tired. He is broken.

We were together at midnight,
in case you were wondering.

I confess that I speculated
on. You were together at midnight?

We waited for Miss Rowena in the kitchen.

- He wanted to say good night.
- Naturally.

Her assistants just arrived
afterwards, so they are still on your list.

All are on my list.

They let the water run.

I'm not myself tonight.

They sense something.

Votes.

It's Halloween.

The dead are as close as they can get.

They were also dead.

Albeit only for a moment. The
perceive you as one of their own.

If you have something to say,
it is wise to go to you.

You talk just like Miss Reynolds.

She pretended to know.
No wonder they got mad at her.

- You have a great understanding of the dead.
- Some of them are my friends.

Excuse me.

- Thank you, Monsieur Leopold.
- You are welcome.

Hercules.

Nervous.

Nicholas and Desdemona are ready.

- We can wait for the police.
- I'm Hercule Poirot, right?

- No. Yes.
- Yeah.

If the police overtake me, it's over
me in the channel as the next.

Then he is himself again. What do you think?

I look after the housekeeper.
She is fired up by her faith.

And Rowena Drake needed the victim alive.

But the little boy ... He
is rather unattractive.

Maybe. Theories crave facts,
before the information is collected.

- Order and method.
- And lists.

- We move on to the assistants.
- Does the plot have a motive?

They always have. The first
is to be called "tyende".

- Him again.
- Don't trust the two criminals.

- The children? You could have mentioned that.
- I'm saying it now.

- Can't I do it with my sister?
- She is conveniently waiting for you.

- Where is my brother?
- He is conveniently waiting for you.

Desdemona and Nicholas Holland.

- Our passports are fake.
- And pretty bad.

Our names were Horvát Nipkin and
Dorenia and was born in Hungary.

Our village burned down.

Of all our family we were still
alive. We looked after each other.

We had a drink in the kitchen by
midnight. The creepy kid was there.

- He said you came just after midnight.
- He's wrong.

- How long were you with Miss Reynolds?
- A good year. The best year of our lives.

- We haven't been hungry since.
- What are we going to do without her?

- We managed before her.
- You stole.

- We were thieves, not murderers.
- It was to survive the war.

She knew the message. She says,
that Alicia Drake was murdered...

- A scam artist.
- She was magical.

- So all the sessions you attended...
- It was a hoax.

- The meetings of the spirits? All the sessions?
- It was a performance.

A show, a hoax. How weird.

Is the contact for the speaker
typewriter also magical?

We did some tracks, but
only to highlight her views.

She was messing with me and flirting
with Nicholas to rule him.

We've tried worse.

"We'll probably get there without it
her." Where were you going?

- We're going to Missouri.
- Missouri?

We hid in the Murrhardt forest
and lived on weeds and mice.

The Americans caught us,
and I thought we were done.

They taught us the Lindy Hop.

We had never seen anything like it.

The various men,
their skin colors and voices.

One put up a sheet. They had
a viewer, but only half a movie.

We saw half of it
"Meet me in St. Louis" ...

... every night on a sheet for a month.

We watched it over and over again.

I still don't know how it ends.

It ends well.

"St. Louis, Missouri."

Those words could lull my sister to sleep.

It was the color.

They were beautiful
people. No one was sick.

No one starved or died.

Kensington Avenue number
5135. There we decided we wanted to live.

It's her dream and mine too.

We just had to hold out until we
had enough money to buy us in.

And start fresh.
It was foolish to dream.

You got impatient and started
to take advantage of her.

- There we have the hops.
- No, we didn't.

- Your brother has admitted it.
- That fool.

- Your sister has admitted it.
- Not from Miss Reynolds.

Maybe she found out and threatened you.

Perhaps you had experienced the police
harsh treatment of young Roma -

- and killed her to
avoid being deported.

The trusted tyrant.

Nicholas! Where are you?

If I'm trapped here, so are you.

- That doesn't mean I killed her.
- The flight indicates that.

You have a motive, and your movement
at the time of the crime is unclear.

It is certainly possible.

You pretend to know
more than anyone else.

I don't know anything yet.
The truth requires effort.

You woke the bear and must
don't complain about it dancing.

- You don't say that in any language.
- We continue.

Can you hear that?

- All around us.
- I didn't hear anything.

The investigator has had too much.

Poirot. A blow to the head is
maybe the limit for tonight.

There's someone else in the house.

- Did you hear that?
- Yes.

Then it's you and me.

We listen.

Wait.

It is still dead.

It's alright. Just come forward.

You won't get in trouble. There is
nothing to be afraid of.

Did you come with the other children?

And you've been hiding here the whole time.

Did you hear the woman fall?

Did you see that?

Did someone push her?

- Who are you talking to?
- A child.

You must have heard it.

I heard that.

- Let's go!
- Free us! They can't leave us behind!

- You heard it.
- It must be the pipes.

- It sounds like Blitzen.
- I've never heard that before.

- I have. When they are angry.
- They are upset.

- How do we make it right again?
- Listen.

It's coming from the basement.

There is no basement here.

"Doctor." Doctor. Children's Vendetta.

Do you want to go down there?

Sheep?

They really locked the kids up so they died.

Let him be. He has a nervous breakdown.

Damn it, Ferrier. Not now!

Get yourself together. Think of your son.

- Stop!
- Sheep!

Stop!

Storm waves. Not ghosts.

- Stop it!
- Stop!

Sheep!

Stop.

- Hold up, dad!
- Is everything OK?

- Hold up, dad!
- Stop!

Sheep.

Sheep. It is me.

It is me.

I'm right here.

You are here with me.

Can you see me?

- It just happens.
- I know.

Calm down, Dad.

It will be OK.

He just needs to rest. Not getting?

- I should take care of you.
- So do you.

- Rest, monsieur.
- I should have listened.

I saw it. Demons and evil.
They are everywhere in this house.

They and I are alike.

No matter where we go
away, then death follows.

There must be a rational explanation.

There are bees in the basement.

- Upstairs there is a common murderer.
- No.

Listen.

Believe.

He can rest in the music room.
It is almost soundproof.

We are locking just in case.

Keep the key for us.

Thank you.

Come on, Leopold. It's time for more cake.

- I've had too much.
- I have not.

Of course she would say that.

From her point of view
I killed Alicia.

Rowena believes it, she wants to believe it.

A medium saw Alicia stay
murdered, and immediately it was me.

They don't believe in the typewriter
and the message with your initials.

- "M" for Maxime.
- A haunted house?

Humans desperately seek to create
order in chaos. Especially when they are tormented.

It's not a streak
stars, but Cassiopeia.

The bright spot in the family photo
must be grandfather's ghost.

Alicia was mentally ill.

It killed her. That
didn't need it.

A proper doctor would have given
her a proper treatment.

Dung!

Honey is good on a cut.
An ancient antiseptic.

These are not wild flowers.
I can't place the taste.

Alicia Drake.

What a great happiness.

It is torn in two.

Alicia tore the picture over to her room
the night i made it over.

That was the last time we spoke.

So you broke off the engagement.

After all, they heard that she wasn't rich enough.

They have her picture in them
the pocket. They came tonight.

They loved Alicia Drake more
than the money. But you went your way.

- I brought her mother into the bargain.
- Her mother didn't like you.

She would not have liked the Pope.

Rowena couldn't be alone.
She tore up the garden and departed.

Alicia was desperate for bread
and wanted to follow her.

It occurred to me that I never
would be the most important in her life.

So you broke her heart,
because a woman belittled you.

I went to Venice to beg
her to take me back.

When I heard she was sick...

Rowena wouldn't let me visit
her. Or show her my letters.

Next time I saw
Alicia, she was in a coffin.

Maybe it was my fault.

May I see your invitation?

Miss Oliver.

- A simple message.
- No characteristic language.

The letterhead is plain.
It is typewritten.

Professionally anonymous.

APPLE LE

You are done. Come on.

We didn't finish him.

You would expose him in a lie and that's it
accusing him of supporting the Nazis.

Then he would have threatened
with knocking you to the floor.

- Can he handle it?
- Get a chair, watchdog.

A chair, yes.

It's good to have a friend in this.

How long have we known each other?

The Canning Road bathing establishment murder.

I observed you
as research for a book.

I wrote about a completely hidden Poirot,
and you became famous and infamous.

Excuse me. Thanks.

Thanks. It's for you, not me.

- Do you want to question me?
- Let him be.

It was a cold start and you have
got a few hits. Wait until tomorrow.

I was almost dead. Here.

This palace ...

... makes numbers.

It shows me things over and over again.

- Apples.
- It's imagination.

My mind will tell me something.
How did you become a police officer?

- Wish you would leave this out.
- It's alright. I'll probably answer.

My father was a cop, so it was
almost a family business.

- I have never known anything else.
- But you withdrew last year.

Yes. The family business was
no longer something for me.

Perhaps it never had
been I couldn't stand the must.

I drank when I didn't
could sleep and I never slept.

They have been police officers. You understand that.

You get a case which is the last,
you can manage with your soul intact.

What case was it?

Why did you say you didn't
had been here before when it was a lie?

They knew exactly where
the hidden phone was.

The case caused a scandal.
The family deserved privacy.

But you were on duty as an officer,
when Alicia Drake was found dead.

Yes.

I pulled her out of the water.

- I stopped the next day.
- Then you became my excellent bodyguard.

The dragon at my gate, which
did not allow anyone to pass.

But this morning you interrupted me and asked,
if I knew the woman with the apples.

Many months of undisturbed peace,
where you have protected me from company -

- and threw grown men into the canal.

Ariadne Oliver ... waltzes right in.

Why?

Because you stood together.

The author and the bodyguard
in company with the media.

It was a conspiracy
to keep me too silly for the séance.

I am worried for you.

Details of Alicia Drake's Life and Death -

- from the officer who was
present at her death.

Details about me that weren't
divination, but written in a letter from you.

When everyone looked at the medium to
session, you had free hands.

The secret accomplice who
should make me believe in the impossible.

Media and magic. Ghosts and Gods.

The medium became famous, you got yours
share and you regained your status.

“The Woman Who Set
Hercule Poirot to the wall."

Not Joyce Reynolds, but Ariadne Oliver.

- Can you forgive me?
- Only God can forgive.

- Then it's a bad soupdas.
- Let's uncover it.

- Baba?
- A nice detail.

The invitation to the fiancé?

That would create drama. After three
failures I needed a success.

- We were friends.
- You don't have friends, but admirers.

You only have them because of me.

I praised you as a genius, so why
not use you to sell books?

A genius. You are a fool. A big ego.

A dark shadow that beckons
death to. That's why you quit.

- And that's why you killed Joyce Reynolds?
- No I did not.

- Your book would become a legend.
- Now you guess.

- You collaborated...
- No.

... to cover up a murder!

The key, fast! There's someone in there!

Hurry up!

- Poirot!
- What happened?

I do not know.

Why would he be alone?

It is the only access.
They had the only key.

It is not possible.

No, I was standing right in front of you!

He shouted at someone.

I hated him but wanted to
him not dead. He has a child.

I was outside trying
to come in to them.

It is true. The doctor was alone in here.

Not alone. Not in this house.

A doctor.

A nurse and a
doctor, Children's Vendetta.

There is no one else
access. I do not understand it.

If it's not safe here, then nothing is safe.

None of us are safe.

Nothing human could have done it.

"We must prove that what occurs
impossible, in reality it is not."

Let the detective detect
the case in peace. He already knows.

He soon cleared it up. Come on.

Admit that you are up against
something bigger than you.

They asked.

They asked why I stayed,
as they summoned the spirits.

Alicia languished as she went insane.

Miss Rowena persisted
her side day and night.

One day I begged
her to rest a little.

I promised to keep watch.

She was asleep when darkness fell.

It was midnight.

I heard voices...

... and footsteps.

Alicia slept soundly.

She must have woken up after I left.

And went to the balcony.

They wanted to ask her
ghost of forgiveness.

I loved that girl.

She died ...

... because I was stupid and afraid.

Why don't you have the explanation?

You always have the explanation.

I shouldn't have come. IN
should leave here without looking back.

I don't want to wait to be the next one.

Tonight ... we are all afraid.

Two impossible murders have occurred.

Each murder only seems possible
be committed by a ghost, -

- as if they are alive
been slain by the dead.

- "Seems"? You know something.
- Who killed my father?

The assistants must be taken into account.
Desperate and endangered survivors.

The former commissioner, who
has been in the house at each death.

The author, who is determined,
skilled and murderously clever.

Our Avenging Angel, Olga Seminoff,
who want prescribed justice.

The lover who hates the doctor -

- and only have a fragment of a photograph ...

... in memory of the great happiness.

But...

... there has been a third
deaths, which explains the other two.

The Murder of Alicia Drake...

... which was committed by ...

... her mother.

Her killer.

A mother who killed her child and
two more to hide his sin.

How dare you accuse me
to harm my little girl!

Their little girl had grown up.
They didn't want to lose her to someone else.

They plucked the flowers
all the colors of the rainbow.

Now you are going too far.

But you planted the garden
again in just a single color, -

- who could give it to you
back, you couldn't live without.

All night I have heard
and seen things that do not exist.

I began to believe it
impossible presence of ghosts.

But in reality
had I been drugged...

... with a hallucinogenic poison.

- I thought my cupboards were empty.
- I found honey in the linen closet.

There is a poison in the blooming ones
specimens of Rhododendron ponticum.

The concentration is highest in the nectar,
which is further concentrated in honey.

All that trouble for wild honey
flowers, which can be bought for six lire.

These are not wild flowers.
I can't place the taste.

It is called "Deli bal" in Turkey, -

- where Rowena Drake
traveled to alone in his anger.

"Crazy honey." A teaspoon brings
weakness, fever and hallucinations.

They planted the garden with the poisonous one
flower that would make poisonous honey.

I couldn't do that
do. I wouldn't.

Their daughter was not
obsessed. She was poisoned -

- by a mother who couldn't let go.

Which lovingly came measured
doses of poisonous honey in her tea.

So she remained too ill to stay
reunited with his penitent beloved.

Weak and helpless like a child again.

She was yours again.
Until something went wrong.

Mrs. Seminoff watched over
Alicia, while you finally slept.

Darkness fell, and Olga
got scared when Alicia woke up -

- and probably was restless again.

What was she supposed to do?

Ignorant of the truth -

- did Olga Seminoff, what
she thought you would do...

... and gave Alicia Drake
soothing tea sweetened with honey.

Too sweet.

I did not know it.

I did not know it.

Alicia Drake did not run out on
the balcony to commit suicide.

She had overdosed on your poison.

And her heart was
stalled while she slept.

When you returned
after resting, -

- You found her dead.

And then ... you made your monstrous choice.

They drew the Children's Vendetta.

They tore her and threw her in
channel, so it looked like suicide.

A victim of legend. For ghosts.

Their blinded doctor found
nothing suspicious about the autopsy.

The biased police
were easy to please.

The housekeeper asked it
poisoned glasses in the linen closet.

You got away with killing your child, -

- until Miss Oliver did
alert me to something.

- Where did the money go?
- I can't afford to renovate it.

There is usually only one explanation.

Money extortion. Someone had discovered it.

So you paid again and again.

But when your fortune was
gone, and the house was unsaleable, -

- would you escape the extortionist.
But who could it be?

They suspected Dr. Ferrier.
Maybe he wasn't so naive.

Maybe he finally had
recognized the symptoms of the poison.

Then you got the letter from Mrs. Reynolds
with alleged messages from your daughter.

Her knowledge of too many intimates
details came to cost her dearly.

She had to be the extortionist.
She had to be stopped.

Miss Reynolds and Doctor Ferrier
had to be stopped. But how?

The session in a haunted house for Halloween.

The perfect opportunity to
conceal the murder of the extortionists.

Hidden behind superstition, legend and fear.

The clock struck.

And they also struck.

But on the fly you were wrong
of the one who wore the mask.

You got rid of me and found your target.

- I was at Mrs. Seminoff's at midnight.
- She was. I looked at the clock.

They looked at the clock in the music room,
where she asked you to wait.

A room that is soundproofed,
and which she herself had shut up.

Where she had previously set the clock, -

- and where you couldn't hear,
when the clock actually struck midnight.

- It showed midnight, but it was...
- After the death of Joyce Reynolds.

The damning evidence
disappeared with a spell.

What about Ferrier? She wasn't around.

She made a number out of
it locked the door and gave me the key.

They didn't kill Dr. Ferrier
with a knife, but with a phone.

The storm had stopped
the connection out of the house, -

- but the internal connection worked.

There would be no outside calls.

Only from the inside.

She was in the dining room.

He was locked in the music room.

You blackmailed me.

They confessed it all. Having
murdered Joyce Reynolds.

Having staged your daughter's suicide.

- It is not possible.
- And then you threatened him.

Do as I say.

By killing his son...

No! Let him be.

... his only reason to live ...

... if he didn't do as you said.

And you said to him...

... that he should take the knife.

- Did she kill my father?
- And Miss Reynolds.

- And Alicia.
- No.

I would never do her
mischief. It was an accident.

She was my whole life.

- They poisoned her.
- To protect her.

- To control her!
- To keep her away from you.

I couldn't let her go.

She was mine.

She was the best thing about me.

And if souls exist,
then you have given her peace.

- Thank you.
- Doctor.

Miss Drake's death will
be declared as suicide.

Unless you want to
give another explanation.

May I follow you home safely,
before you report me for fraud?

In the bright light of the day works
neither necessary.

In the end, it's you
protect me, Dottore.

Come on, Leopold. let me
button the top button.

- It is fine.
- How smart you are.

- I don't need a coat.
- It's cold, even though the sun is shining.

- That was better. You look good.
- Thanks.

Ma'am.

He can live with me and
Mr. Seminoff. And Harry.

We will treat him as our own,
but probably insist on a little better mood.

You are an old wise boy, -

- who might be embarrassed that you
likes to get attention.

I know a little about that.

You must not blame yourself
even some of what happened here.

- Why would he?
- But it's all my fault.

You didn't want the money
yourself. You wanted to help your father.

Dad couldn't work. I used
just the money to pay bills.

I didn't know what
I had to do the rest.

Rowena Drake assumed that the blackmailer
was the medium or the family doctor.

- Only the doctor's son realized the truth.
- It was obvious from father's notes.

Mad honey poisoning
like Mitridate in her opera.

The poison king.

I read about it in one of
her books in the library.

And then I tested the theory.

You sent a blackmail letter.

And one more.

Maybe the money in your mattress can be useful.

To offset the regret.

We survived before Miss Reynolds.
I promise we will come to America.

Join us.

To the police station?

We're going home, and you're going to America.
Missouri, as I understand it.

Tickets for two. It may
We can certainly help.

Thanks.

- Thank you.
- Make some room for Leopold.

They solved the case.

But you got help, didn't you?

They heard her.

Good luck my friend.

Do not worry. Those who die in
this house, always returns.

I will see them again.

See you, Dad.

I don't apologize. The book is
destroyed. I have to rewrite it all.

- As long as it doesn't mention my name.
- I never want to hear your name again.

Now it's just a house. Everything is revealed.

But you look like someone who believes it.

- You saw something.
- I was influenced.

My subconscious
gathered facts before my reason.

You saw it.

You know it.

I just know we can't
hiding from our ghosts.

Whether they are real or not, -

- then we must make peace with them.

And live life somehow.

How do you want to live your life?

Monsieur Poirot?

Monsieur Poirot?

Their parents died soon after
each other and then your brother.

Your doctor is a dear family friend.

Their brother was unmarried as well
Them. No other relatives.

Your family is not cursed.

Your brother added to his will, -

- that your doctor would become an heir,
if all family members died.

He then murdered them and
declared that they died of natural causes.

Their lives are in danger. They will
maybe like to sit down.

Here you go.

Correct me if I am wrong.
Was your doctor a family friend?

You played together as children. But
Your mother was closer to you, wasn't she?

Translation: Louise Munk
General Scandinavian Text Service