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WOMAN: Go.

Get some water

and wash this filthy witness from your hand.

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?!

They must lie there!

Go, carry them and smear
the sleepy grooms with blood.

MAN: I'll go no more.

I am afraid to think
what I have done.

WOMAN: Give me the daggers.

The sleeping and the dead
are but as pictures.

"Tis the eye of childhood
that fears a painted devil.

If he do bleed,

I'll gild the faces
of the grooms withal,

for it must seem their guilt.

[One person clapping]

Father!

How could you do it?!

How could you embarrass me
on my first night

in front of all those people?

Embarrassed --
who was embarrassed?

I was the one who had
to sit there

and watch my wife cavorting
in the arms of another man.

It's a play, George --
it's William Shakespeare.

It's nothing but an excuse,

an excuse for bestial behavior,

and a chance to
humiliate me in public.

And with a man like
Bryan Martin!

It's obvious you're having
an affair!

WIFE: Don't be ridiculous, George.

We were acting.

God, what a fool I was!

I should never have married you!

So you admit it was
a mistake?

Well, I agree.

So why don't we
end this misery now?!

Please, George,
I want a divorce.

You think I'll give
you a divorce?

Absolutely not.

But...

why not?

Because I'm George Alfred
St. Vincent Marsh,

fourth Baron Edgware,

that's why not.

You are my wife,

that is how you will remain!

LEMON: No, no, no!

No, cases solved.

1928 to '29,

"A" to "N," poisons.

That should be with
the others over there.

MAN: 1929-1933...

Good morning, Mr. Poirot.

Bonjour, Miss Lemon.

The last of the cases,
they have arrived?

They're just bringing
them in now,

but in quite the wrong order.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to overhaul

the entire system.

And the post has come.

Bon.

Let us see what we have.

MAN: How many more of these?

MAN 2: Don't even ask!

[Boxes thump]

There, come on.

Take another one.

What have we here?

An invitation

to an evening
with Miss Carlotta Adams.

LEMON: The actress.

I do not know this name.

I read about her
in the papers.

She's American,
comedy actress.

She does impersonations.

Impersonations?

Non, non, non, non.

This is not for Poirot.

Why they invite me, even,
I cannot imagine.

MAN: Careful!

We have a telegram.

Mon Dieu! It is from the good
Captain Hastings.

All the way
from Argentina?

No, no, no, Miss Lemon.

This is sent from Paris.

He writes that
he is in transit

from Buenos Aires to London.

And the aeroplane,
it arrives...

in just one hour from now.

LEMON: What about his wife?

Well, of course,
she will be with him.

Come, Miss Lemon,
vite, vite!

The aeroplane might
already be here.

Don't worry, Mr. Poirot.

He won't have passed
through customs yet.

-The flight from Paris, sir?
-Oui.

It landed about
20 minutes ago.

[Scoffs]

If you please, can you tell me

if there was a passenger

by the name of
Captain Arthur Hastings?

One moment, sir.

Mr. Poirot,
there he is now!

Hastings!

Poirot, my dear chap!

Ah, mon cher Hastings,

it was beyond
all my expectations

to see you again so soon.

Welcome home,
Captain Hastings.

Miss Lemon!

[Laughing]

All these baggages?

Well, they're all mine.

You intend therefore to remain
here for some time?

Well, uh...yes.

And Madame Hastings?

Well, everything
was going fine

until I made
a foolish mistake.

I invested in
the Pampas de Fernandez

Consolidated Railway.

Well, they weren't
consolidated,

they didn't have a railway,

and there's a huge mountain range
between the two places.

I lost
just about everything.

Poor Bella
stayed behind to sell the ranch.

I've come over here to find somewhere for us to live.

Not that she's said
a word against me.

She's such a wonderful person.

We're still as much in love
as the day we met.

When, if I remember correctly,

you thought her guilty of murder, n'est-ce pas?

[Chuckles]

Yes, well, since then,

I think I've learned
what makes women tick.

Ah, yes.
The ticking of the women.

It has always been
a mystery to Poirot.

Where will you stay
while you're in London,

Captain Hastings?

Well, I'm booked
into the Palace.

Oh, the Piccadilly Palace Hotel.

I'll start looking for
a flat as soon as possible...

if I can afford London prices.

Poor Captain Hastings.

You need taking out
of yourself.

I know...

why don't you take him
to that show?

Show?

Carlotta Adams.

It's on tonight, and everyone says
she's most amusing.

I'm sure you'll both enjoy it.

POIROT:
No, no, no, Miss Lemon,

I'm sure it would be of
no interest at all.

Well, actually, it might be
just what the doctor ordered.

I haven't any other plans.

Leave me alone,
Bryan, just leave me alone!

You invited me,
do you remember?

I thought we could
still be friends.

Your husband was right,
you know.

You are completely heartless.

That's not fair.

Jane, if we are going
to be seen together in public,

we may as well at least

put on an act.

Who is that, Hastings?

That's Jane Wilkinson,
the actress.

What a beautiful woman,
Poirot!

Yes, indeed.

But also, I am thinking,
the unhappy one.

[Musical flourish]

Pour me a gin and tonic,
Godfrey,

and make it a large one.

I've been in America,
you know.

I haven't had a drink
in 13 years.

[Laughter]

You're really very good!

[German accent]
President Roosevelt

is ending Prohibition.

I don't believe it.

What's the man doing?

He must be drunk.

Meanwhile, in Berlin,

the new Chancellor
is prohibiting everything.

I say zis to you today --

I vill prohibit
the artists.

I vill prohibit the writers!

If you don't agree with me,

I vill prohibit you!

Good grief!

Someone has shot Herr Hitler.

So...

who do we call in?

[Laughter]

[As Poirot]
Ah! Regarde.

There is a dead body
on the floor.

I will now 'ave to use
my little gray cells.

But why 'as Monsieur 'itler
been assassinated?

Was it, perhaps,
his politics?

Non.

I think it was, instead,

because of his ridiculous...

moustache.

[Laughter]

[Jazzy tune plays]

Well, thank you,
Poirot.

I really enjoyed that.

I must say, I thought
the impressions

were absolutely spot on.

You thought so, Hastings?

For me, they were something
of an exaggeration.

-Mr. Poirot?
-Madame.

My name is Jane Wilkinson,
and uh...

I know this isn't
really the place,

but I noticed you were
here and...

I wonder...

I very much need your help.

CARLOTTA: Jane!

Hey!

And the real
Hercule Poirot!

I didn't know you two
were friends.

[Chuckles]

Carlotta.

Mademoiselle.

I'm really glad you came
to the show, Mr. Poirot.

It's just great
for the publicity.

Why don't you come over
for a drink?

Well, uh...

I would be content to
join you, mademoiselle.

Great!

Look who I just found.

Mr. Poirot, this is my very best
friend in London,

Penny Driver,

who makes the most
wonderful hats.

How do you do,
Mr. Poirot?

Mademoiselle.

You must know Bryan Martin.

Monsieur Martin.

And this is Ronald Marsh.

I'm a theatrical producer,
Mr. Poirot.

Monsieur Marsh.

Trying to sign on Carlotta.

How did you enjoy the show?

Well, it was most...

educational.

I thought it was splendid.

Well, please sit down,
join us.

Waiter, more champagne.

So what were you doing

sneaking off to see
Mr. Poirot, Jane?

CARLOTTA: No, don't tell us.

You are hiring him
to help you bump off

that ghastly husband of yours.

Don't be absurd,
Carlotta.

Why not?

Mr. Poirot solves
lots of crimes.

Committing one would
be a cinch.

The bumping off of husbands

is not one of my specialities,
mademoiselle.

But she's got a point,
you know.

Get rid of Lord Edgware,

and you'd be doing us all
a favor.

JANE: Why does he have to be
so horrible

and unreasonable?

I almost think
I could kill him sometimes.

But you shouldn't talk
like that, Carlotta.

You're embarrassing
Mr. Poirot.

Well, you know us Americans,

we speak as we think.

Here's to you,
Carlotta, darling --

as deadly accurate as always.

The deadly Carlotta Adams.

-Carlotta.
-Carlotta.

HASTINGS: We didn't get much
entertainment in Argentina.

Horse shows and cattle shows,

but no actual shows,
if you know what I mean.

JANE: Mr. Poirot?

Madame?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't talk to you
back there,

but I really do need your help.

It is a matter that concerns
your husband, madame?

Well, he's not really
my husband anymore.

We live quite separate lives.

But, well, you see,
he refuses to give me a divorce.

It is perhaps because he still has feelings for you,
madame.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

I don't think George
has feelings for anyone.

He's a queer man.

His first wife ran away
from him, you know.

She died in complete poverty.

And now...

he enjoys tormenting me,
Mr. Poirot.

What is it that you
wish me to do, madame?

Could you talk to him for me?

I know it sounds strange,

but there really is no one else
I can turn to.

If you could just

tell him that you'd met me

and let him know what
he's doing to me,

maybe, coming from you,

it might mean something.

Your husband,
Lord Edgware --

He has a house
at Regent Gate.

He travels a lot, but he's
in England at the moment,

and...
I really have to go back.

Will you do it for me,
Mr. Poirot?

It's killing me...

this whole business.

I don't know how
much more I can bear.

I will visit your husband,
madame,

and see what I can do.

[Sighs]
Thank you.

Thank you.

I was so glad when
I saw you here tonight.

POIROT: Tell me, Hastings,

what is your opinion
of this Jane Wilkinson?

Very attractive.

Yes, indeed.

But it is the psychology
that is of interest to Poirot.

MAN: Monsieur Poirot
and Captain Hastings, my lord.

I can't give you a lot of time, Mr. Poirot.

I'm leaving for Paris
tomorrow morning.

There's a painting
I wish to acquire.

Has the bank sent round
those francs yet, Alton?

I don't believe so,
my lord.

Well, ring them and tell them
to get a move on.

Very well, my lord.

Now, in this, uh...

note you sent me,

you said you were acting
for my wife.

That is so.

I thought you were something
to do with crimes.

What do you want with me?

Lady Edgware has asked me
to approach you

on the matter of your divorce.

Yes?

It was her suggestion that you
and I should discuss it.

There's nothing to discuss.

So you refuse?

What are you talking about?

I agreed to the divorce
a month ago.

Why are you wasting my time?

But...

I do not understand.

It's very simple.

When I last saw her,

it's true, I objected
to the divorce.

But then, thinking it over,
I changed my mind.

So why haven't you told her?

EDGWARE: I have told her.

I wrote her a letter.

I told her I'd decided she could start proceedings
after all.

And as far as I was concerned,

the sooner, the better.

It is very curious.

I do not understand
this at all.

Is this about money?

Because if it is,

you can tell her from me
she's not getting any.

Now, if you don't mind...

One further question,
if you please, Lord Edgware.

This letter that you wrote,

to where was it sent?

To the stage door
of the Regency Theatre.

At the time,
I had no other address.

And you posted it yourself?

I have a secretary to
do that for me, Mr. Poirot.

I'm a busy man.

Too busy, in fact, to offer
you any more of my time.

My lord.

You mean you've managed it?

Just like that?

Oh, dear Mr. Poirot,
you're wonderful!

You've saved my life.

That is...

most kind of you, madame.

But in this instance,
I have done nothing.

What do you mean?

Well, Lord Edgware
told us that he wrote to you

a month ago at
the Regency Theatre

agreeing to a divorce.

I never got any letter.

Tell me, madame, would there
have been anyone in the theater

with access to your post?

Letters for me would be held
at the stage door.

Bryan sometimes
got them for me.

But...
you're not saying

someone stole it, are you?

It is a possibility, madame.

Well, what does it matter,
anyway?

I was going completely mad,

and then I met you,

and somehow everything's
come out all right.

Alice!

I was invited out tonight,
but I said no.

But with what you've told me,

I feel a need
to celebrate.

I am content the results
are to your liking, madame.

Yes, ma'am?

Alice, I've decided to go out this evening after all.

Could you call Lady Corner
and let her know?

Yes, ma'am.

And lay out something bright.

The new Schiaparelli,
you know, the pink satin.

Mr. Poirot.

Madame.

I don't suppose you'd care to come with me tonight?

Uh...

Alas, madame, but for me,

tonight it is
not possible.

Another time, perhaps.

Oui.

I am at your service, madame.

I say, Poirot!

You were going it a bit up
there, weren't you?

But there is a quality
in Lady Edgware

that is most attractive,
do you not think, Hastings?

Oh, don't tell me you're
falling for her?

No, no, no, Hastings.

Poirot, he does not fall,
he observes merely.

Hmm.

Well, uh, I'd better be getting back to the hotel.

Yes, indeed.

Oh, Hastings,

the reason that I said
I was occupied tonight,

it is that I hope
you will dine with me.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Poirot.

Come at 7:30, mon ami.

And, please, Hastings,
I beg of you,

do not be late.

Where are you going,

dressed up like a dog's dinner?

I'm going to the opera.

"Don Giovanni"
with the Dortheimers.

Ugh!
Ghastly nouveau riche.

Father...

You could choose your friends
with a little more discretion.

At least I have friends.

Miss Carroll!

I'm working tonight and leaving
early tomorrow,

so try not to disturb me.

You called, sir?

Yes, I'd like to dictate
a letter.

Do you mind?

It would be a pleasure, sir.

So, how do I look?

You look lovely, ma'am.

What a lovely evening.

I can't believe everything's going my way!

That smells good, Mr. Poirot.

What is it?

[ Speaks French]

Oh.

Is that another recipe
from your aunt in Belgium?

Non, non, non,
Miss Lemon.

This is an invention of my own.

A dish that I discovered
during my retirement.

The pudding of the steak
with the kidneys.

Bon.

The table, it is laid?

Four places.

[Doorbell buzzes]

There's the first guest.

Ah.

Chief inspector!

Very nice to see you again,
Miss Lemon.

Come in.

Mmm, something smells good.

Poirot cooking?

Steak and kidney pudding.

Ah!

Then this is just
what you'll need.

LEMON: Ah!

[Telephone rings]

Sir.

[Ringing continues]

Captain Hastings,
your taxi's ready.

Oh, right. Thank you.

Oh, excuse me.

Room 174.

Certainly, Mrs. Van Dusen.

[Clock chimes]

Thank you, Thompson.

That is excellent.

-Monty?
-My dear?

The table...

it's set for 13.

Is it?

Oh, yes.

Well, that's Lady Edgware,
isn't it?

Is it?

She cancelled, so I invited young Ross to join us.

He accepted.

Now she says she's coming.

So that makes 13.

But it's bad luck,
isn't it?

I should say
it's rather good luck.

I've been wanting to meet her.

She's very glamorous.

[Doorbell rings]

Ah, our first guests,
Eleanor.

Thank you, Miss Carroll.

Can I get you anything, sir?

What?

Well, I was going to have
a drink, and I wondered --

What are you talking about, woman?

Are you suggesting I'd want
to have a drink with you?

Sir, I --

You're getting airs above your
station, Miss Carroll.

Maybe you should start
looking for another job.

Now get out.

There's nothing like marriage,
that's the truth of it.

The day I met Bella,

it was as if I'd
found myself.

Ever since, I've been
a completely different man.

Hmm, different man, yes.

Could say the same about me,
I suppose.

But you're happily married,
Chief Inspector.

Oh, I don't know about that,
Miss Lemon.

You see, my Emily,

she just doesn't
understand my work.

She never lets me
talk about murder

at the dinner table.

And her tidying!

It just gets worse and worse.

Sometimes, I wonder how
I've managed to live with her

these 27 and a half years.

It's a shame you've never
considered marriage,

Mr. Poirot.

There were occasions,
Miss Lemon,

when I did have la tentation,

the temptation.

But now, alas,
I think it is too late.

HASTINGS: Oh, I wouldn't
say that, Poirot.

If the right woman came along...

Jane Wilkinson,

for example?

Will you have some wine,
Chief Inspector?

A fine Pauillac?

No, thanks, Poirot,
I'll stick to my stout.

MONTY: Donald Ross is a name

that will shortly
be known to everyone --

just as soon as

he finishes his play
on the great war of Troy.

I started right
at the beginning.

I'm going all the way
to the Trojan Horse and beyond.

It's going to be a bit
like Sophocles --

an epic --

but for a modern
'30s audience.

Lady Edgware,

you have a telephone call,
ma'am.

For me?

Excuse me.

Hello?

[Knock on door]

[Bell jingles]

Bryan!

I had to see you.

[Dog barking]

[Bell rings]

You're Alton,
aren't you?

Is my husband in?

Yes, ma'am.

It's all right, Alton.

I know the way.

Yes, ma'am.

The Dortheimers?

They're still
in their seats.

Then let's go.

Right.

Thank you very much, Poirot.

Nice bit of steak and kidney,
I must say.

Thank you,
Chief Inspector.

It's funny, you know.

Here we are, the four of us,
all together again.

But, of course, there's one thing missing.

What's that?

The body.

That's how we normally meet.

No, but it is true.

Oh, well,
never mind, Poirot.

As soon as word gets round you're back,

I'm sure one will turn up.

[All chuckle]

Morning, Poirot,
Captain Hastings.

Chief Inspector.

You got my message, then?

Yes, Chief Inspector.

We came immediately.

Looks like we spoke
too soon last night.

Stabbed in the neck,
round about 10:00.

Have you discovered
any money, Chief Inspector?

Money?

When we were last here,

Lord Edgware had commanded
from his bank

a sum of money in francs.

That's right.

He was just about to
go to Paris.

Well, we haven't
found any money,

But I'd be
interested to know

what you two were doing here?

Had he asked for your help?

Non. Non, Chief Inspector.

It was Lady Edgware

who had asked for me
to intercede on her behalf.

She wanted her husband
to give her a divorce.

Ah, so that's the motive,
then, is it?

The motive, Chief Inspector?

Well, I already know
it was her,

I just want to find out why.

Now, then, Alton.

I want you to tell
my friends here

exactly what you told me.

Yes, sir.

I answered the door
just after half past 9:00.

I'd heard the clock sound
the half hour,

that's how I'm sure
of the time.

It was Lady Edgware.

She said she wanted
to see her husband,

and that she could
find her own way.

You saw her enter the study?

No, sir, but as I left,

she was approaching
the door.

Was it you who discovered
the body?

Yes, sir.

This morning at 8:00.

I entered the study
to open the curtains.

That's when I called the police.

Could you tell me,
Monsieur Alton,

what happened to
the French francs

your master
demanded yesterday?

They came in the afternoon.

I imagine he would have
placed them in the safe.

Lord Edgware's solicitor
will have a combination.

You have worked here for how
long, Monsieur Alton?

One month, sir.

And how many times have
you met Lady Edgware?

Oh, only once, sir,

but I could have sworn
it was her.

It was her!

I'd know her anywhere.

And I saw her quite clearly.

I heard her speaking
with Alton,

and then she crossed the hall

and went in through there.

POIROT: Could you tell me,

mademoiselle,
what she was wearing?

She was wearing black.

A black dress and lace sleeves.

And a hat.

And this hat,
it was also black?

Yes. Very modern,

with a slanting brim.

I see.

POIROT: And after she went

into the study?

CARROLL: Sorry?

You heard nothing?

No sound of any kind?

No, I told you,
I went to bed.

JAPP: Who else was
in the house last night, Miss Carroll,

apart from you and Alton?

Only Geraldine,
Lord Edgware's daughter.

She's in her room now.

[Upbeat music plays]

I didn't love my father.

I suppose I could lie to you,
but why should I?

I hated him.

And if someone's gone
and killed him, I'm glad.

There you are.

I wonder if you could tell us
your movements last night,

Miss Marsh.

If you insist.

I went to the opera.

"Don Giovanni" at Covent Garden.

I left at around 7:00,

and I wasn't back until
well after midnight.

When I got home,
I went straight to bed.

Satisfied?

Did you enter the study
of your father?

No.

There was a light on
under the door,

but I didn't want to see him.

I never wanted to see him.

I don't suppose there's anyone

who can corroborate your story, is there?

You could talk to my cousin,
if you like.

Ronald Marsh.

He was at the opera.

In fact, we had a drink together
in the interval.

But why are you wasting
your time interrogating me?

Why aren't you talking
to Jane?

POIROT: Lady Edgware?

Well, she was here,
wasn't she?

Miss Carroll saw her,

and Alton.

It seems to me you've got
an open-and-shut case.

Murdered?

Oui, madame.

Well...

I suppose...

I can't say I'm surprised.

He wasn't a kind man --

or a good one.

But it's still horrible.

Nobody deserves to die
like that.

But why are you here?

Mr. Poirot,
you can't think --

Can you tell us your movements
last night, Lady Edgware?

I told you,
I changed my mind.

I was going to stay in,

but in the end, I went to
that dinner in Holborn.

To the house of
Sir Montagu Corner?

Yes.

There were at least
a dozen people there.

You can ask him.

And there was a young writer --
Donald Ross.

He's writing a play
about Troy.

He was sitting opposite me.

Bon.

If you please, madame,

could you relate to
the Chief Inspector

your movement
for the evening

in its entirety?

Certainly.

I left here at about 7:00.

And I went first to
the Piccadilly Palace Hotel.

Oh, that's where I'm staying.

Oh.

Sorry.

JANE: I had a meeting with
an American lady --

a Mrs. Van Dusen.

She's written a play --
not a very good one.

And we talked about it
for about 20 minutes.

At 7:30, I left
and took a cab to Holborn.

I was at dinner with the Corners
until after midnight,

and then I came
straight home.

Did you leave the table
at any time?

Yes, once.

I received a telephone call
at about half past 9:00.

Who was that from?

That was the funny thing.

A voice said,
"Is that Lady Edgware?"

And when I said it was,
they laughed and rang off.

I thought it must be some
sort of a hoax.

And this voice, madame,
it was of a man or a woman?

A woman, I think.

So you're telling me
that apart from that one time,

you never left the room?

That's right.

Chief Inspector,

I was the last person
to want my husband dead.

Not after what Mr. Poirot
had told me.

He was nothing to me anymore.

Nothing.

So, Chief Inspector,

now it all begins to make sense.

Not to me, it doesn't.

Oh, yes.

Yesterday evening,

Lady Edgware had intended

to remain on her own
in her apartment.

She had already announced
that she

would not be attending
the dinner at Holborn.

HASTINGS: So, in other words,

everyone knew
she had no alibi.

Oui. C'est ¢a.

But it was only
at the last minute

that she changed her mind

and so disrupted the plans
of the true killer.

Wait a minute.

Are you suggesting that someone
went round to Regent Gate

pretending to be Lady Edgware?

It was, I believe,
an attempt most deliberate

to incriminate her, yes.

So it's lucky she went
to that dinner after all.

Well, let's just be sure
she did first.

Oh, yes.

She was certainly
at our little dinner party.

She was quite the life and soul
of the evening, Monsieur Poirot.

She'd had some good news.

Something to do
with her divorce.

I think it was the fact that
her husband had agreed to one.

You were present also,
Monsieur Ross?

Yes, I was sitting
opposite her.

Did she talk much
about herself, Mr. Ross?

Well, to be honest,
I was the one

who did most of the talking.

MONTY: Yes, but
she was very cheerful.

And with good reason.

With the divorce agreed,

I imagine she was
looking forward to stepping out with...

[Chuckling]
I think you know who.

[Clock chimes]

Non, monsieur,
I do not know who.

The Duke of Merton!

MONTY: He's one of the richest
men in England.

He has properties
all over London.

My wife would dearly love
to have him to dinner.

And they have known each other for some time,

Lady Edgware and the Duke?

No, I believe they
met only recently.

It must have been love
at first sight.

Is it true that Lady Edgware

took a telephone call
while she was here?

Yes. Now, when was it?

About half past 9:00.

But she was only out of the room
for a couple of minutes,

I'm sure it wasn't
any longer than that.

She was the first
to leave the table.

I'm sorry, Lady Corner?

I mentioned it to my husband,

just before the guests arrived.

There were 13 of us
to dinner --

and you know
the old superstition.

Yes, the first person
to leave the table --

Nobody believes that.

We had 13 to dinner,

and she was the first
to get up.

It means she's going to die.

RONALD: I've got the money.

£500.

It's all here,
waiting for you.

If you don't believe me,
you only have to come round.

Ronald.

Gerry, my dear.

So how does it feel?

What?

To be the new Lord Edgware?

No more creditors,
for a start.

It's splendid.

Have you spoken
to the police yet?

Yes, they were at
the house this morning.

A Chief Inspector and this

weird, little
French detective.

Oh, that'll be Hercule Poirot.

So he's on the case?

Did you tell him where
you were last night?

Yes, I said I was at the opera.

-That's right.
-Anyway,

they weren't
interested in me.

It's Jane they want to see.

Poor Jane.

She's starring in
my new play, you know.

Or she was.

Of course,
if they arrest her...

You can always recast.

LEMON: Oh, look,
Captain Hastings.

There's a basement flat here

on the Talgarth Road.

Oh.

[Doorbell buzzes]

I wonder who that can be.

Oh, it is perhaps Lady Edgware.

Do you think so?

With the Chief Inspector,
as you say, Hastings,

breathing down the neck,

she will be in need most
assuredly of my assistance.

You sound almost
hopeful, Poirot.

Mr. Poirot!

Monsieur Martin.

I hope you don't mind
my coming to see you, Mr. Poirot,

but I was wondering,

there's something I was hoping

you'd take on for me.

If you please to sit, monsieur.

Thank you.

Well, the thing is,
you see, I...

I have a friend --
a lady friend --

and she's being followed.

And this lady friend of yours,
she calls herself...

Well, I can't tell you her name,

not yet.

But I was with her
the other day,

and I actually saw the chap.

He's...

Well, he's an ugly-looking fellow.

He's clean-shaven,
has glasses.

Oh, and he has a gold tooth.

You spoke to this man?

Oh, no, no, no, he was there
one minute and gone the next.

And I wish I could
tell you more.

But if the lady were to agree,

do you think you could
possibly look into it?

Oui, bien sur.

I find the whole story
most interesting.

That is a relief.

You know, I...

I was very pleased to run into you the other night,
Mr. Poirot.

Do you remember,
with Jane Wilkinson?

Yes, indeed.

I was thinking about her,
you know,

and about her husband.

It was just such
an extraordinary thing

for her to say,

that she'd thought about
killing him.

Do you think she had it in her
to commit murder?

I'm sure of it.

I know her, you see.

She's terribly sweet
on the surface.

But she would kill as easily
as drink her morning tea,

believe me.

Perhaps you are not aware, monsieur,

that the husband
of Lady Edgware...

he was indeed murdered
last night.

What?

Murdered?

You're not being serious?

It is not a subject
about which

I have the habit
to joke, monsieur.

No, but that's...

Oh, my God!

What I was saying just now,

I d-didn't mean...

And therefore, by necessity, this matter of yours,

the man with the gold tooth...

Oh, yes, of course.

I mean, that will have to wait.

Oui.

You will speak nonetheless

to this lady friend of yours,

and if she wishes for me
to investigate on her behalf,

then...

Thank you very much,
Mr. Poirot.

I'm very grateful
for your time.

Monsieur.

Miss Lemon.

LEMON: Mr. Poirot.

This way, Mr. Martin.

So tell me, Hastings,

what is your opinion
of all this?

Well, it seems strange

that he comes to you
for advice

and yet tells you
so very little.

The same thought also
had occurred to me.

I didn't know you knew
Bryan Martin, Mr. Poirot.

He's a wonderful actor!

We met him at the Gaiety Theatre
the other night.

That cabaret, Carlotta Adams.

The impressionist.

Mon Dieu!

How could I have
been so blind?

Mr. Poirot?

Miss Lemon, telephone
to the Gaiety Theatre at once.

Ask for the address of
Mademoiselle Carlotta Adams.

Tout de suite!

Every minute is of value.

What's the matter, Poirot?

I don't understand.

Oh, Hastings, do you not see?!

But I have been so slow!

Imbécile!

-How much, Driver?
-One and five.

I only hope we are in time.

Vite! Vite, mon ami!

[Bell rings]

Yes?

Mademoiselle...

You are the maid servant
of Miss Carlotta Adams?

Yes.

We must speak most urgently
to your mistress.

She's still in bed,
she always gets up late

when there's a performance.

So, you have spoken
with her today?

No, she's asleep.

Quick, mademoiselle,
we must see her.

Miss Adams!

Miss Adams!

It's locked!

You must call at once
for the police, mademoiselle.

Hastings.

Mademoiselle?

We're too late.

JAPP: Sounds like an overdose
to me, Poirot.

Veronal, or something
of the sort.

The sleeping draft?

Of course, it could have
been accidental.

No, I think not.

So you're saying that
Carlotta Adams

went to Regent Gate disguised
as Lady Edgware?

And then had to be silenced

to make sure the identity of
her employer remained secret.

So the idea was to
frame Lady Edgware

from the very start?

Yes, Chief Inspector.

To ensure that she was hanged

for a murder
she did not commit.

I don't see it, Poirot.

Non.

Then let me show you.

The wig, Chief Inspector.

HASTINGS: That's the same color
and the same style as...

Lady Edgware, yes.

And now,
Chief Inspector --

excuse me, Hastings.

The shoes.

Designed to increase the height.

The make-up of
a theatrical variety.

And these.

Pince-nez.

With the lenses
very strong.

But these were not part
of the disguise.

Yes, if there was a disguise.

She was a performer, Poirot.

All this could be
part of her act.

And this?

Veronal.

Just like I thought.

"C.A. from P.

Sweet dreams.

November 10th."

HASTINGS: November?

That's seven months ago.

JAPP: Well, There we are, then.

That proves she was
taking the stuff.

Perhaps.

And yet...

Let's talk to the maid.

POIROT: If you please,
Mademoiselle Alice,

can you relate to us

the movements of your mistress
yesterday evening?

Well, she got in
at about 6:00.

I don't know where she'd been.

HASTINGS: Yes, go on.

She spent some time
writing a letter.

Then she got changed
and left here at about 7:00.

Did you know
her destination?

She didn't say.

Did she go to the theater?

No, sir, there was no performance last night.

And how was she dressed,
mademoiselle?

She was in black, sir.

With a new hat.

Ah.

With a brim that was slanting?

Yes.

She only bought it
last week.

From her friend, Miss Driver.

HASTINGS: Oh,
Miss Penny Driver?

We met her at
the Gaiety Theatre.

Oui.

She got back around midnight.

She said she was very tired.

But not upset
or distressed?

ALICE: No, she seemed more...

pleased about something.

Anyway, then she went
straight to bed.

And this letter
of which you spoke?

It was to her sister, sir.

Lucie Adams.

She's over on a visit.

Miss Carlotta took it
with her when she left.

She was going to post it,
I suppose.

Then she forgot.

She was always doing that.

And where is this letter now?

It's gone,
I'm afraid, sir.

I posted it
myself this morning.

She left it on the table.

Then, once again,
we are too late.

Do you really think

that somebody paid Carlotta
to imitate me?

To go to the house,
dressed like me?

That is how it would appear, madame.

But she didn't kill
my husband?

No, no, no, no, no.

It was enough that
she was seen there.

No, somebody believed
that you had the motive

to be rid of Lord Edgware.

They believed also that
you would be at home, on your own.

With no alibi.

They wanted to see me hang.

Madame.

Which is why I must ask you,

who is it, you think,
who would wish you ill?

You're asking
who would want to see me dead.

It's horrible to think
there could be anyone.

Do I really have to name names, Mr. Poirot?

If I am to protect you, oui.

Well...

I suppose Geraldine
never liked me.

After all, her father
left her mother to marry me,

and you know her mother
later died.

It hasn't been easy for her.

Tell me...

what of Monsieur Bryan Martin?

Why do you mention him?

We were lovers,
Mr. Poirot,

for a short while,

after I knew my marriage
had fallen apart.

I was so unhappy,

and I turned to him.

And then you met
someone else?

That's always been my trouble.

I fall in love too easily.

First, George,

and that was a horrible mistake.

Then Bryan.

And now Percy.

The Duke of Merton?

But this time,
I know I've got it right.

He really is so sweet and kind,

and he needs someone
to look after him.

He and I plan to marry
as soon as we can --

and you'll be invited.

Ah, the grand wedding.

At Westminster, yes.

That's what
he's always wanted.

I just fear
all of this business

will frighten him off.

He so hates scandal.

Mr. Poirot...

will you talk to him?

Will you tell him

that everything's going
to be all right?

Once again, you make of Poirot the ambassador.

He's coming to my
apartment later.

You could meet him there.

Oui.

I knew I could trust you
the moment I met you.

You really are
my guardian angel.

I should be afraid.

But I'm not.

Not while you're here.

Do not be anxious, madame.

All will be arranged.

You have my word.

These are some
of our latest models,

just in from Paris.

WOMAN: Oh, lovely.

Dorothy, show Mrs. Lester
the Rose Descartes model.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

It's not working out
the way we thought it would.

What do you mean?

I've just seen Jane.

She hasn't been arrested?

She was in the park,
with Poirot.

What?

The way they were walking together,

you could almost imagine...

Anyway, she's got him lapping
at her feet.

So I think you can take it
that she's more or less

off the suspects list.

It's all right, Bryan.

It's early days.

She's going to get
what she deserves,

and she's not going to
hurt us again.

[Doorbell buzzes]

LEMON: I'm sorry,
Chief Inspector,

Mr. Poirot went out
first thing this morning.

Oh, don't tell me he's still got this bee in his bonnet

about Lady Edgware
and that somebody

deliberately set out to frame her
for her husband's murder.

Well, it is still a possibility.

I don't know how,
but it seems to me

she's got him
round her little finger.

Maybe that's the sort of woman she is.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

I've never thought of women
as the manipulative sex.

Certainly not in my experience.

Anyway, Chief Inspector,

aren't you forgetting
something?

Lady Edgware was at dinner

when the murder
was being committed.

No,

I haven't forgotten that,
Miss Lemon.

It looks like
she's off the hook.

However,

you can drive from Holborn
to Regent's Gate

in five minutes.

I've just done it myself.

So if she had the car
waiting outside...

But Donald Ross said
she wasn't away from the table

for more than
a few minutes in total.

Well, maybe he lost track
of the time.

Do you have no other suspects,
Chief Inspector?

Oh, I've got plenty of suspects,
Miss Lemon.

Ronald Marsh, for example,

Lord Edgware's nephew.

A theatrical producer,
heavily in debt.

He needed the money,
not to mention the title.

HASTINGS: Well,
there you are, then.

Money's the oldest motive
in the book.

Mmm, then there's
Geraldine Marsh,

the daughter, whose mother died

after Lord Edgware
abandoned her.

She told us to our face

how much she disliked
her father.

So it could have been
either of them.

Yes.

But who was the real target?

That's what beats me --

Lord Edgware...

or Lady Edgware?

[Doorbell buzzes]

ALICE: Can I take your hat, sir?

Thank you, Alice.

Jane, darling.

Mr. Poirot,
it's a pleasure to meet you.

Monsieur le Duc.

Jane has spoken
a lot about you.

Would you like a drink,
darling?

Tea or coffee?

No, I can't stay long.

This business,
the death of Lord Edgware,

it really is the most
terrible thing.

That Jane should be involved.

You know I'm relying on you.

We're both relying on you
to sort it out.

And if there's anything
I can do to help...

You could perhaps

tell to me how it was
that the two of you met.

It was at the theater.

"Macbeth."

A wonderful performance.

Quite wonderful.

Lord Edgware was
there that night,

and I saw how he behaved.

He was a brute of a man.

Despicable.

I can't help but think
that he deserved what he got...

although that's a terrible
thing to say.

I won't lie to you, Mr. Poirot.

I'm glad at the way
things worked out.

And as soon as there's been
a decent interval,

Jane and I plan
to be married --

if she'll have me.

Of course I will.

I wish to you both

much happiness.

I hope we'll see you
at the cathedral, Mr. Poirot.

I know how you've taken
Jane's side,

and I want you to know
how much I appreciate it.

Monsieur, madame.

Alton,
what are you doing?

Well, what does it
look like?

Come on, Joyce.

Why don't you come down
off your high horse for once?

The master is dead,

and you and me,

we'll soon be for the hook.

Everything will
continue as before.

Mr. Ronald will move in.

He's the new Lord Edgware now.

And will you fancy him
as much as you did the old one?

I will not listen to this.

Have they arrested her yet --

Lady Edgware?

Apparently, the police don't believe it was her.

What?

They think there might have been
quite a different motive

for the murder.

Oh, hell.

Alton?

Alton!

Has he said anything?

No, Captain Hastings.

I think you'd better
go and talk to him.

I've never seen him like this.

Poirot?

Are you all right?

Oui, ¢a va, ¢a va.

She really has rather
got to you, hasn't she?

You reach a certain age,
you think

romance has passed you by.

And when it does
finally hit you,

it really bowls you over.

What is it of which you speak?

Well, Jane Wilkinson.

[Telephone rings]

Hastings...

[Ringing continues]

I think of the murder
of Lord Edgware

and the questions to which
there remain no answers.

I think of the letter written
by Carlotta Adams

to her sister
and the pince-nez

that we discovered
in her handbag.

But absolutely not
do I think of Jane Wilkinson.

Very well.

If you say so.

LEMON: Mr. Poirot!

That was Chief Inspector Japp.

There's been a development.

CARROLL: Mr. Trabshaw,
the solicitor,

unlocked it this morning.

No one else had the combination.

I felt I should call you
straightaway.

And the French francs,

they are nowhere to be found?

How many francs are
we talking about, Miss Carroll?

Well, a considerable amount.

Lord Edgware was about
to leave for Paris.

He told the butler, Alton,
to call the bank.

And where is Alton?

Well, that's why I called you,
Chief Inspector.

He seemed very agitated
yesterday

when I told him that you
hadn't yet

made an arrest.

And this morning,

he's failed to appear for work.

I've been to his room,
and it's empty.

He's gone.

It's one and six, please,
madam.

Thank you, madam.

Yes?

I'm here to see Carlotta.

I'm sorry?

Oh, she's expecting me.

I'm Lucie Adams --
I'm her sister.

Haven't you heard?

What?

Thank you, Hastings.

Mademoiselle Driver.

I didn't know if I should
call you, Mr. Poirot.

But Lucie insisted,

when she heard you were
on the case.

And where is she now,
mademoiselle?

Upstairs.

She had a terrible shock.

Well, perhaps she came to you

because you were the friend
of her sister?

Yes, Carlotta was one
of my first customers.

She bought all her hats here.

I understand that you sold
to her a hat

with a brim that is slanting?

Well, similar to this one.

Yes, she bought one
very like it last week.

Mademoiselle, did you ever make

to her a present?

A little box

for the sleeping drug?

I'm sorry?

You will see...

"C.A. from P.

Sweet dreams. November 10th."

HASTINGS: The "C. A."
is Carlotta.

We wondered if the "P"
might be Penny.

Well, it's not.

I've never seen that before.

Merci.

There is only one other question
I wish to ask you, mademoiselle.

How well acquainted are you

with Jane Wilkinson?

Jane?

Why do you want
to know about her?

Oh...

There was a man
I was very close to,

and she took him away from me.

And when she finished with him,

she threw him over.

There's nothing good
I can say about Jane Wilkinson.

But I thought it was Lucie Adams
you'd come to see.

And if you don't mind,
she's waiting upstairs.

It couldn't have been
an overdose.

Carlotta never took drugs.

She hated them.

It's all right.

Mademoiselle,
can you explain to me

the reason for your
visit to England?

Well, I came to see Carlotta.

She invited me.

The show was doing well,
and she was so full of hope.

[Sobs]

I wanted to see a bit
of the country

before I joined her in London.

Since your arrival
in England, mademoiselle,

have you received a letter
from your sister?

Yes.

I have it here.

It arrived this morning.

Ah!

You permit that we read
this letter, mademoiselle?

Yes, of course.

HASTINGS: "Dear little sister,

I'm sorry this is so scrappy,

but things have been
rather busy.

The show is a success,
notices splendid,

box office good."

The whole of the first page
is about the show.

Oh, yes,

it continues here.

"I met Ronald Marsh
the other night.

He's a theater producer,

and he tried to persuade me
to come in

on one of his new shows.

I don't know, though.

He drinks quite heavily
and has no money of his own,

although it turns out
he's the nephew of Lord Edgware,

who sounds no beauty,
I can tell you.

Anyway, Ronald loved my revue,

and he asked me
if I'd be interested

in earning some money
for a practical joke

that would prove
just how good I was.

I laughed and said,
'How much?"

Lucie, darling,
the answer fairly

took my breath away --

$2,000.

After that,
we laid our heads together

and got down to details.

I'll tell you how it went
when you arrive in London.

I can't wait to see you,

little sister mine.

Yours..."

Carlotta.

PENNY: There, there.

I don't understand.

Why would Ronald Marsh

pay Carlotta
that sort of money?

And where would he get it from?

I mean, everyone knew he
was virtually broke.

That is indeed the question.

Mademoiselle...

you will allow us to guard this letter for a little while?

Yes.

If it will help, Mr. Poirot.

Merci.

Courage, mademoiselle.

I will return this letter
to you and, with it,

the truth concerning the death
of your sister.

You have the word of Poirot.

LUCIE: Thank you.

[Telephone rings]

Well, this is it,
Poirot.

The proof of the pudding.

It was Ronald Marsh
all the time.

You no longer suspect
Alton the butler?

No, no.

He's obviously up to no good,
but he's no killer.

No, no, it's all here.

Ronald Marsh hired
Carlotta Adams

to go to Regent Gate
disguised as Lady Edgware.

Later on, he killed
Lord Edgware,

making us think that
she'd done it.

And then, of course,
Carlotta had to die

to stop her talking.

Yeah, but, of course, at
the time of the first murder,

Monsieur Ronald Marsh
was at the opera.

According to Geraldine Marsh, yes.

But there's something
you don't know, Poirot.

I was thinking about
Ronald Marsh's so-called alibi,

and then I had an idea.

Oh, I congratulate you,
Chief Inspector.

Thank you.

It occurred to me that
Regent Gate

is less than a mile away
from Covent Garden.

Do you get my drift?

HASTINGS: You mean he could have left in an
interval?

Yes, and been back in time
for the next act.

POIROT: Ah, yes.

Now, that, I believe,
is the same technique

you used to demonstrate
the possible guilt

of Jane Wilkinson.

That's right.

Now, I've been talking
to quite a few

of the taxi drivers
in this area,

and this time,
I came up trumps.

Ronald Marsh
and the young lady

left Covent Garden between
the second and the third act.

The driver took them
to Regent Gate

and waited for them outside.

Good Lord.

Where is Monsieur Marsh?

In here.

All right.

Yes.

I did go to the house
during the interval.

Talk to Geraldine.

And she was in the cab
with you?

RONALD: Yes.

But she had nothing
to do with it, either.

POIROT: Why did you return
to the house?

I needed money.

I met Geraldine at the opera,

and, bless her,
she agreed to help.

POIROT: She offered
you financial assistance?

RONALD: She had some pearls.

She said I could pawn them.

It would keep me afloat
for a few more weeks.

And you went over to get them
in the middle of the opera?

Needs must, Chief Inspector.

It was urgent.

She had a key,
let herself in.

I waited outside.

I don't suppose you saw anything
while you were waiting outside?

No.

Actually, there was something.

Wait.

Just as we got there,
I thought I saw Bryan come out.

JAPP: Bryan Martin?

RONALD: It was dark, but
it certainly looked like him.

You can ask Geraldine --
she saw him, too.

That was Bryan!

Monsieur Marsh,

when you and I first met,

it was in the presence of Carlotta Adams, the
performer.

You said you were hoping
to engage her in the theater.

Yes.

Subsequently, you paid
to her the sum

of $2,000.

What?

What are you talking about?

Are you denying it?

Of course I am.

Where would I have
got money like that,

and why should
I pay her anything?

JAPP: Mr. Marsh, we have it
on record

from Miss Adams herself
that you paid her that sum.

Well, if that's what she said,

then she was lying.

I never paid her a bean.

Now, if you don't mind,
I should like to go home.

He's going nowhere.

Chief Inspector?

Not until I've spoken to
Geraldine Marsh.

-Sir!
-Yes?

Ah, it's Alton,
the missing butler.

He's been reported buying
a ticket for Buenos Aires,

would you believe?

Flight leaving today.

That's the flight I took.

The first leg leaves
for Paris at 4:00.

We've just got time
to intercept him.

Come on.

[Bells ringing]

MAN: He's heading
for the terminal.

Get after him!

There he is!

Stay where you are, Alton.

Wait here.

[Screams]

JAPP: We know you've got
the money, Alton!

You won't get away with it!

Come on! This way!

Give yourself up, Alton.

You don't stand a chance.

After him!

Hold him!

No!

Aah!

[Screams]

[Thud]

Bonjour, Hastings.

Oh, morning, Poirot.

LEMON: You had a telephone
call earlier

from Ronald Marsh, Mr. Poirot.

He rang to invite you today

to what he called
a celebratory lunch.

Japp must have
released him already.

Oui.

Mademoiselle Geraldine must
have corroborated his story.

Perhaps Alton did kill
Lord Edgware after all.

No, no, no, Hastings.
I think not.

HASTINGS: Well, then, who did?

[Chuckles]

Five questions, Hastings.

That is all.

Five.

The answers to which
will reveal to me the truth.

Five questions, Mr. Poirot?

Fire away.

We know that Lord Edgware
changed his mind

on the subject of divorce
and that he wrote a letter

to his wife
to acquaint her of that fact.

He sent it to the theater.

Oui, and it was indeed
posted by Miss Carroll.

But why was it that this letter

was never received
by Lady Edgware?

To whose interest was it that
this letter should not arrive?

What's the second question?

The telephone call

that Lady Edgware received
at the dinner at Holborn.

Assurément, it was to make sure
she was indeed there, but...

who has made this telephone
call and why?

I can't help you there.

What's the third question,
Mr. Poirot?

The third question, Miss Lemon,

concerns the pince-nez
that we discovered

in the handbag
of Carlotta Adams.

Now, neither she nor
Lady Edgware

wore spectacles such as these.

So what is their purpose,

and to whom do they belong?

That's a good question.

Next, we come to the letter

written by Carlotta Adams
to her sister.

In it, she says quite clearly

that it was Ronald Marsh
who paid her $2,000,

but Monsieur Marsh,
he denies this.

And it is true
that he had

in his possession
not such an amount.

So are you saying Carlotta
was lying?

No, but it is perhaps
that she concealed

the true identity of
her employer.

What's the fifth question,
Mr. Poirot?

Who is "P."?

You remember the box
given to Carlotta Adams?

"To C.A. from P."?

Oui.

Who was it that
gave to her this box?

This I would like
to know most dearly.

What was the first
question again, Poirot?

Actually, I may be able to
help you, Mr. Poirot.

My file
on London jewelers.

A specialized piece
like that should be

easy enough to track down.

Then, Miss Lemon,
this I entrust to you.

Merci.

Oh.

So are you going to
this lunch then, Poirot?

Ronald Marsh?

No, no, no, Hastings.

I have work to do here
in my apartment.

No, you must be my eyes
and my nose.

-Ears.
-Oui.

To see and observe
in my place.

Right.
You can count on me.

Madam?

Try Addison's, madam,
on the right.

Thank you very much.

RONALD: I think you were sweet!

Oh, Captain Hastings,
do sit down.

Thank you.

Hello.

Mr. Poirot couldn't
make it, then?

No, I'm afraid he has to work.

JANE: Captain Hastings,

is it true about Alton?

Yes, I'm afraid he died

trying to make a run for it.

But the police don't think he
was responsible

for the death of Lord Edgware.

Well, I wish they'd find out whoever did it.

This whole thing
is driving us mad.

It's suffocating us.

Don't worry.

Mr. Poirot won't give up.

I know he won't.

Oh, that's right.

You know, he's never failed yet.

DONALD: I don't suppose
you remember me,

Captain Hastings?

I'm Donald Ross.

We met at Sir Montagu's.

Yes, of course,
you're a writer.

RONALD: A great writer.

I've just finished reading
his first play,

"The Trojan Wars."

It's going to be a smash.

We're all here to celebrate

freedom and independence.

I suppose the toast ought to be
to whoever did kill him.

He or she did us all
a great favor.

No.

BRYAN: Oh, come on, Jane.

You can't say you weren't pleased to see him go?

No.

But any one of us sitting
at this table

could have killed him.

And I won't drink to that.

I simply won't.

[Bell jingles]

Oh, good afternoon, madam.

Yes, this is
definitely my work.

I recognize the inscription.

It was commissioned
only a few weeks ago.

Only a few weeks ago?

But it's meant to be a souvenir

of something that
happened in November.

That's seven months.

Yes, I wondered
about that, too.

Can you tell me who ordered it?

Yes, um...

It was a lady, um...

Give me a moment.

Ah, here.

A Mrs. Van Dusen.

-Van Dusen?
-Yes.

An elderly lady,
if I remember rightly.

Dressed in black.

With a fur cape.

Gray hair, I think.

Oh, yes,

and she was wearing pince-nez.

Don't get me wrong.

I enjoyed "Private Lives"
as much as anyone.

But Noel Coward
is simply a passing fashion.

Light-hearted
and instantly forgettable.

So where do your
passions lie, Mr. Ross?

Well, at the moment,
I have to say,

I am fascinated by
the judgment of Paris.

But Paris doesn't have
any judgment at all

when it comes to fashion.

These days, one has to look
to Milan and New York.

Ahem.

I was referring to the judgment
of the shepherd boy, Paris.

He gave the golden apple
to Aphrodite

and so sparked off
the war with Troy.

Oh.

That Paris.

Why do we have to talk about theater all of the time?

Percy, you must be bored rigid.

No, I could never be bored
with you.

Paris...

POIROT: Mrs. Van Dusen?

You are sure of this name,
Miss Lemon?

Absolutely, Mr. Poirot.

Then this is the same lady
that Jane Wilkinson

met here at this hotel

on the night that
her husband was murdered.

Here we are, sir.

Mrs. Van Dusen,

room 174.

She booked in for one night.

One night only?

Yes, sir.

Actually, I do remember her,
now I think about it.

An American lady.

Elderly.

She wore...

-Pince-nez.
-Yes.

I wouldn't remember her,

only the maid said the bed
wasn't slept in,

which seemed odd at the time.

Oh, Poirot.

Ah, Hastings.

How went the lunch?

Oh, it went off pretty well.

They were all there --

Bryan Martin, Penny Driver,

Jane Wilkinson,

and even
the Duke of Merton.

Oh, and that writer chap,
Donald Ross, was there.

He asked you to telephone him.

Comment?

Yes, he seemed puzzled
by something.

He gave me his card.

When was this, Hastings?

Half an hour ago.

And he asked me
to telephone him

in front of all those people?

Yes.

They have a telephone
at the desk, Mr. Poirot.

May I use your telephone, please?

-Of course, sir.
-Merci.

[Telephone ringing]

This is Donald Ross.

Ah, Mr. Poirot.

Thank you for calling.

I didn't want to bother you,

but there's something to me
that seems a bit odd

in connection with
Lord Edgware's death.

It was Paris that set me off.

It suddenly got me thinking.

[Door squeaks]

Just a moment.

JAPP: Stabbed in the neck --

same as Lord Edgware.

HASTINGS: And it actually happened

while he was talking to you
on the telephone?

Oui, but before he had time
to explain to me

what he wished to say.

This is all my fault, Poirot.

If only I'd stayed with him.

Not at all, Hastings.

The fate of
Monsieur Donald Ross,

it was settled the moment
that he spoke my name.

Someone at that lunch
must have overheard him,

followed him back here,
and then...

JAPP: Yes, but which one
of them was it, and why?

I mean, this chap
was just a writer -- a nobody.

How would he know anything
about anything?

He managed to mention only...

the name of Paris.

JAPP: Paris?

I think it must have
triggered a memory

which, until then,
had remained hidden.

Wasn't Lord Edgware
going to Paris?

Didn't he say he was going
to buy a painting?

Tell me, Hastings,
at that luncheon,

who was the first to leave?

Uh, Bryan Martin...

and Penny Driver,

then Jane Wilkinson
and the Duke of Merton.

No, wait a minute,

it was actually
the other way round.

Sacré!

Oh, Hastings!

I have been so foolish.

And yet, it is so simple.

The five questions?

Yes?

The answers, Hastings,

they fall into place at last.

I'm afraid Lady Edgware
isn't in, sir.

But it is not Lady Edgware
I have come to see,

Mademoiselle Alice.

It is you.

I have here a letter,

and it would be of great interest to me

to know if you recognize
the writing?

I'll just need to fetch
my glasses.

You will permit me,
mademoiselle?

Ah!

Oh, thank you, sir.

No, sir, I don't know
this writing.

What made you think I would?

Vraiment, mademoiselle,

I knew that with certainty
you would not.

And so, we return
to where we began, eh?

It was here, during
an evening of entertainment,

that I first met many of you
who gather here again today.

But little did I know that
that very same night,

a murder most ingenious,
it was being planned.

Are you saying you know
who killed him, Mr. Poirot?

Was it one of us?

Ah.

Each person here had the reason

to wish the death
of Lord Edgware.

For Monsieur Ronald Marsh,
it was a question of money.

For Mademoiselle Geraldine,

it was a chance to be rid
of a father that she loathed.

The Duke of Merton also knew
that the death of Lord Edgware

would allow him to marry
the lady that he loved.

Well, I had no reason
to kill him.

Au contraire,
Monsieur Martin.

It is my belief that you had
the greatest reason of all.

You were in love with
Jane Wilkinson, were you not?

-l don't really see that.
-It wasn't love!

It was infatuation.

Bryan feels
nothing for her now.

And you believe that
his feelings now are for you alone?

We're in love, yes.

We have been since
the day we met.

POIROT: And yet Jane Wilkinson
stole him from you.

Ah, yes, mademoiselle.

Even now, you cannot speak
her name without the anger.

She is a woman you would be
glad to see hanged.

To murder Lord Edgware and then
to frame Jane Wilkinson

for his death, that would
be revenge indeed.

No, I never thought of that.

Yes, you did!

Why else come to me with this cock-and-bull story

about a man with a gold tooth?

What -- it wasn't true?

No, Hastings.

It was like something
from the cinema.

I saw that at once.

But the real reason that
you came to me, monsieur,

that followed very soon.

Do you think she had it in her
to commit murder?

I'm sure of it.

I know her, you see.

I mean, she's terribly sweet
on the surface,

but she would kill as easily
as drink her morning tea.

Believe me.

You came to me to poison my mind
against Jane Wilkinson,

to impress upon me the fact
that she was a killer.

But you already knew
Lord Edgware, he was dead.

And how did you know this,
monsieur?

Because you yourself had killed him
the night before.

No, you've got it wrong!

Well, why must you lie to me?

You were seen leaving the house.

RONALD: Wait!

POIROT: It was just before 10:00

that you were seen
by Monsieur Ronald Marsh,

who had returned from the opera
with Mademoiselle Geraldine

to retrieve a necklace
of pearls.

That was Bryan.

No, you've got it wrong.

It wasn't me --
oh, for God's sake!

Enough!

You deny that you lied to me?

No.

All right, all that stuff
about the gold tooth...

you're right about that.

I was trying
to incriminate her.

JANE: What?!

You're heartless, Jane.

She is as cold as ice.

I loved you,

and you threw me over without
so much as a second thought.

Yes...

I wanted to see her hang.

And in order to achieve
that end, monsieur,

you attempted to deceive
Hercule Poirot.

But I didn't kill him.

I never went near the house
that night.

I heard the news the next day.

And that's when I had the idea.

I must have been mad.

Yes, indeed.

And for the attempt
to deceive Hercule Poirot,

you have now been punished.

What, you mean
you know it wasn't me?

The person seen by
Monsieur Ronald Marsh was,

I think, the butler Alton,

leaving with the French francs,

and...

oui, there is a resemblance.

He was hooking it
with the money?

Exactement, Chief Inspector.

I also believe he discovered
the body the night before,

and not the following morning,
as he told to us.

Well, he took the opportunity
to steal the money

and was leaving the house

in order to place it
somewhere safe.

HASTINGS: He thought
Lady Edgware

would be arrested
for the murder.

Précisément, Hastings.

And it was only when it was
discovered the Lady Edgware,

she had the alibi parfait,

that he panicked.

JAPP: You mean he realized

we'd be looking
for another motive?

Oui.

The theft of the money.

So you knew all along
that it wasn't Bryan, then?

Oui, mademoiselle.

But Monsieur Martin
was not alone

in his dislike for Lady Edgware.

You, Miss Carroll.

When I asked you
the identity of the woman

you saw entering the hallway
of Regent Gate...

It was her.

I'd know her anywhere.

And I saw her quite clearly.

POIROT: But you were standing

high up on the landing, mademoiselle.

WOMAN: It's all right, Alton,
I know the way.

The person who entered
the house that night

was wearing a hat
with a brim

that was slanting.

From where you were standing,

it would have been impossible
to see the face.

I saw her!

Non, mademoiselle.

You saw, I think, what you
wished to see, eh?

The woman who had
wronged the man

you had well served.

It's true.

She never deserved him.

POIROT: And it would have been
impossible for Jane Wilkinson

to have committed the murder.

Because as we now know,

Jane Wilkinson changed her mind

and attended the dinner
at Holborn.

But from the beginning,
I have been perplexed...

by five questions.

One --

what happened to the letter

written by Lord Edgware
informing his wife

that he had agreed to
the divorce, hmm?

Two --

who is this letter "P."

on the little gold
medicine box?

Three --

who made the telephone call
to Jane Wilkinson

at the dinner at Holborn?

Four --

how did a pair of pince-nez

come to be discovered
in the handbag

of Carlotta Adams?

And, five...

why did the letter
of Carlotta Adams

state quite clearly
that it was Ronald Marsh

who paid to her
the sum of $2,000

when it was impossible
he could have afforded that sum?

Do you have the answers?

Of course Mr. Poirot
has the answers.

That's why you're here.

Merci beaucoup, Miss Lemon.

So let us begin with
the little gold medicine box.

From the start,
I felt that there was something strange.

Because the inscription inside

referred to a date
seven months before.

But the jeweler told me
the box was brand new.

Oui. C'est ¢a.

You see, I do not believe
that there existed this "P..,"

that there was no meeting
in November.

We are in the world
of the theater, hmm?

And this little gold box,
it was used merely as a prop.

To make us think that
Carlotta was taking Veronal?

Oui.

POIROT: But now let us
turn our attention to the pince-nez.

They were also found in
the handbag of Carlotta Adams.

But they were left there,
I believe, by accident.

But who by?

POIROT: By the woman
who collected

the gold medicine box
from the jewelry shop.

This was the same woman
who took a room for the night

at the Piccadilly Palace Hotel.

It was an American woman
by the name of Mrs. Van Dusen.

Certainly, Mrs. Van Dusen.

I met her.

She was a writer.

She wanted me to have
a look at her play.

Non, non, madame,

that was not Mrs. Van Dusen
who you met,

because Mrs. Van Dusen,
she does not exist.

What?

Then who was she?

Ah, well, that is indeed
the question.

You know, with the thick lenses,

the pince-nez are a disguise.

Very simple.

But with a wig that is gray
and the cape of fur

wrapped high...

Well, she had me
completely fooled.

Are you saying she
was part of all this?

Oh, yes.
Yes, madame.

Mrs. Van Dusen, yes,
she was very much a part of this.

She was the creation

of a killer who was cunning
and cold-blooded.

Also, the creation...

of an actress formidable.

Yes, madame.

All is known
to Hercule Poirot.

The entire plan

by which you did
indeed murder your husband.

Wait a minute,
what are you saying?

So I was right --
It was her, after all.

But, Poirot,
that's impossible.

You said as much yourself.

Not impossible, mon ami.

Let me explain to you...

how it occurred.

Thank you, Alice.

POIROT: At 7:00 in the evening,

Jane Wilkinson leaves
her apartment

for the Piccadilly Palace Hotel.

On the way there,
she makes a stop.

For, when she arrives,
her appearance,

it has changed.

Now, there is the gray wig,

the pince-nez.

[American accent]
Room 174.

POIROT: She takes her room
using the identity

of an elderly American woman.

But the moment she
is inside this room,

she removes her disguise...

and awaits the arrival
of the person

she has arranged to meet
there that very same night.

Carlotta, darling!

It's wonderful to see you.

So, are you sure
about all this?

Are you really game?

You bet I am!

Tonight, I'm going
to prove to you

just how good I really am.

POIROT: And now the moment
for the second disguise,

it has arrived.

As arranged previously,

the two women exchange
their clothes.

There, what do you think?

It's amazing.

You're me.

POIROT: For tonight,
Carlotta Adams

is about to play the great
practical joke.

This evening,

she will become Lady Edgware.

Could I have a taxi, please?

Certainly, Lady Edgware.

You know, all the time,
it had been so simple.

And yet still, I did not see.

Until a chance remark
was made

by my good friend and colleague, Captain Hastings.

"It was actually
the other way round."

Those were your very words,
n'est-ce pas, mon ami?

Well, yes, but --

And suddenly,
all became clear.

Always, I had assumed
that Carlotta Adams

had been paid to act the role
of Jane Wilkinson

while the real Jane Wilkinson
attended the dinner at Holborn.

But, actually...

it was the other way round.

It was Carlotta who went
to the dinner in Holborn.

That's impossible.

Someone would have
recognized her.

No, I do not think so,
mademoiselle.

There was the wig,
the clothes,

and Carlotta Adams was
a performer most accomplished.

The dining room was lit
only by candlelight

and you must also remember
that no one at the table

had met the real Lady Edgware

on more than one
or two occasions.

But it was still
a risk most grave.

It was essential

that Lady Edgware
should ascertain

whether this deception
had been a success.

And it was for this reason

that she made
the telephone call

to the dinner at Holborn.

It's gone like a dream.

Nobody suspects a thing.

That's wonderful, darling.

I knew you could do it.

Bye.

[Bell rings]

You're Alton,
aren't you?

Is my husband in?

Yes, ma'am.

POIROT: The butler Alton
had only been employed there

for one month,
so he hardly knew her.

And if he did express
his doubts,

it would only be
his word against hers.

And so,

having prepared her way,

she strikes.

[Grunts]

POIROT: But Carlotta Adams
must not be allowed

to relate her tale.

So Lady Edgware arranged
to meet her again

in the room of the hotel.

Perhaps they will have some wine

to celebrate the success

of this great practical joke.

And the little gold
medicine box,

which was placed into her handbag
and later found by us,

will make us believe
Carlotta Adams

was a woman always in the habit
of using this drug.

Lady Edgware learns

all the details she must know
if she is to pretend

that she did indeed attend
the dinner at Holborn.

I was sitting opposite
this young playwright.

Scottish.

His name was Donald Ross.

POIROT: Carlotta Adams
sips her wine.

He went on and on
about this play of his.

POIROT: One hour later,

when she has returned home,

the Veronal will have
taken its effect.

CARLOTTA: It was all about
the war at Troy.

You made two mistakes,
madame.

The pince-nez that you used for
the disguise of Mrs. Van Dusen,

you took from your
maidservant Alice.

In all of the exchanges
of costume, madame,

you left the pince-nez
in the handbag of Carlotta Adams

instead of your own.

Did 1?

Yes, you did.

But more serious

was your encounter with
the young writer,

Monsieur Donald Ross.

I am fascinated by

the judgment of Paris.

But Paris doesn't have any
judgment at all

when it comes to fashion.

POIROT: It was indeed
a social gaffe

to show such ignorance
on the judgment of Paris.

But only a few days earlier,

he had explained to you
his play, "The War of Troy."

It was inconceivable
that a woman

who had known then
of which he spoke,

could be so ignorant now.

Paris...

-JAPP: So he saw through her?
-POIROT: Oui.

Malheureusement,
Monsieur Donald Ross

expressed his suspicions

in the presence of Lady Edgware.

And it was at once
that she knew

that he also had to be silenced.

[Gasps]

So...

It was her all along.

JAPP: But wait a minute, Poirot.

In that letter that
Carlotta Adams wrote,

she definitely said
she'd been hired by a man.

Ah, yes.

Oh, yes, that was
most cunning, that.

Carlotta Adams did indeed
leave the house with a letter,

but she had neglected
to post it.

And in the exchange of handbags,

it was discovered
by Lady Edgware,

who decided to use it
for her own ends.

Carlotta Adams wrote first
of her meeting

with Monsieur Ronald Marsh

and then of the person
who gave to her the money.

But what if there was between these two
descriptions...

an entire page
that was missing --

a page removed
by Lady Edgware?

JAPP: A page missing?

How do you know that?

Because, as she was writing,
mon ami,

there was left an indentation

on the third page.

Here are some words you can see
from the page before,

but these very same words,
they do not appear

on these pages that remain.

But the third page begins
with "He asked."

She was writing about a man.

Oui, but you will notice, Hastings, that on the top

of this third page,
there is a little tear.

Now, always I had assumed
that this was made by accident,

eh, but in fact,
it was done on purpose.

HASTINGS: To change "she"
into "he."

Oui.

It was of Lady Edgware
that Carlotta Adams was writing.

And from Lady Edgware
did she receive the money.

Ah, madame.

You are a woman
most remarkable.

Eh, parbleu,

to pull over my eyes
the cotton wool.

The letter, the disguise.

Et surtout,
to send me to your husband,

to turn me into a witness that
you had no motive for murder.

Ma foi!

You made of me,
Hercule Poirot, your cat's-paw.

But it's true, Mr. Poirot,

there was no motive,
if she was going to get a divorce.

POIROT: A divorce would have been

of no use to her, Miss Lemon,

which is why she pretended
never to have received

the letter from her husband.

Monsieur le Duc, you are
of the religion

catholique, n'est-ce pas?

Yes, I am.

How did you know?

Jane Wilkinson told me
that you intended

to get married at Westminster.

Et naturellement,

I assumed that she
meant the Abbey.

But later, you invited me
to the Cathedral.

Westminster Cathedral.

Et voila.

It was then that I knew
that you must be catholique.

And he couldn't marry
a divorced woman.

Oui.

So that's why Lord Edgware
had to die.

My God, Jane.

Tell me it isn't true.

I'm sorry, Percy.

I really thought
I'd get away with it, you know.

I thought I had you,

ze great detective,

round my little finger.

I've always had that, you know,

a power over men.

I wished only
to protect you, madame.

But I could not protect
you from yourself.

Jane!

Oh, I'm not going
to deny it, Percy.

Why should 1?

After all...

I've actually enjoyed it...

all of it --

even being caught.

I mean...

it does put me center stage.

And who knows?

Maybe they'll put me
in Madame Tussaud's.

Poirot, I came as soon as
I got your message.

What is it?

It is this, mon ami.

It arrived for you today.

Oh.

Oh, it's a check

made out to me for --
good Lord!

From the Duke of Merton,
I understand?

Well, yes, but...

POIROT: After the arrest
of Lady Edgware, Hastings,

the Duke, he made contact with me.

For him, it was
the lucky escape, ah?

He felt it deserved,
as he said,

a reward most substantial.

But shouldn't this be
made out to you?

Oh, non, no, non, non,
pas de tout, mon ami.

It was you who provided
the clue that was vital.

"The other way round."

Précisément, Chief Inspector.

And therefore it is
to you, Hastings,

that the reward
rightfully belongs.

I thought we ought to celebrate.

It should be sufficient,
mon ami,

for you to purchase
an apartment in London.

Oh, I don't know,
Mr. Poirot.

I saw an interesting
investment opportunity

in the financial pages
this morning.

Oh, yes?

The Northern England Railway
Corporation.

They're building a line
from Liverpool to Carlisle.

Oh, yes, I read about that.

They say you could double
that check

in a couple of weeks.

Do you really think so?

Absolument, mon ami.

Of course, they will have to
construct a bridge

over six miles of water.

Yes, and then they've
got to get across

the Cumbrian mountains.

The Scaffel Pike's
only 3,000 feet high.

You know, I think
I'll put this in the bank.

Santé.

Santé.

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