All language subtitles for Agatha.Christies.Poirot.s02e06.Double.Sin.1990.Bluray.720p.HEVC.x265.sharpysword

Isn't it bracing, Poirot?

Bracing, Hastings?

The weather.

No, it is cold and wet.

Did you know, Hastings,

that the earth is cooling
at a rate of 3 degrees

every 12,000 years?

No, I didn't know that.
No.

Ah.

Still, beautiful fountain,
isn't it?

It's feeble, Hastings.

Fountains used to be
more vigorous.

Artistic, too.

I don't know what's wrong
with you today, Poirot.

Nothing seems good enough
for you.

I am finished, Hastings.

-Finished?
-Yes.

I shall retire, I think.

But you're at the height
of your powers, Poirot.

You are being kind, Hastings.

No, I'm not.

And you've got a nice home,
devoted friends,

a brilliant career.

No, no, no, no, mon ami.

I am nothing.

I have nothing.

Poirot is finished.

A penny for the guy, miss?

It's only the beginning
of October.

You want to avoid
the seasonal rush, don't you?

Where's the guy, anyway?

Out the front.

Come and have a look
if you don't believe us.

The old basket downstairs
won't let us in with the guy.

-Go on!
-Stop already!

You get off!
If I catch you in here again...

As soon as your back's turned.

You got them out of a penny.

Oh, a good thing, too.

You don't want to go wasting
your money encouraging them.

Oh, I shan't, Mr. Dicker.

Well, I've got a lot of work
to do.

You know, I don't know
what their parents

can be thinking about.

Oh, indeed.

Well, duty calls, Mr. Dicker.

Yes.

Well, if you have any trouble,
you just come to me.

I'm worried about Poirot,
Miss Lemon.

He's talking about retirement.

That's because he hasn't had an
interesting case for 5 minutes.

I must have had my keys
to let myself in.

Is that all it is?

That and the fact someone said
he was middle-aged.

Trouble is
Mr. Dicker kept talking.

Well, he's always been
middle-aged.

Have you seen that photograph
of him at his christening?

I know.

He looks as though he's about
to address a board meeting.

Who looks as if he's about to
address a board meeting?

Oh, uh, this fellow I know.

Funny chap.

Well, not funny.
Quite serious, really.

-Company director.
-Hastings.

-As a matter of fact --
-Hastings.

Right.

I'm going to take you
to the seaside, Hastings.

Your little gray cells
are exhausted.

You are in need
of the complete overhaul.

Miss Lemon, my tisane,
if you please.

Merci.

Ah, this is very nice, Poirot.

I wonder where the links are.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Hastings, you are not yet
well enough for games.

I shall tell you when you are.

Strange that it's called
the Midland Hotel

when it's in the north, Poirot.

Whitcomb is the place
for health.

Phillip,
I've got some more shells.

I do hope you're feeling better,
Hastings.

Well, we've only been here
half an hour.

Ah, yes, but the air here
is renowned.

Look at the horses.

Coats of the highest gloss.

Reminds me of a horse I backed
in the Cheltenham Gold Cup.

Started at 5 to 1.
Came in at quarter past 2:00.

Huh.

Oh, that is not very good,
surely.

No.
No, it's a joke, Poirot.

Good, Hastings.
You see?

Already you begin to make
the jokes, hmm?

Sometime you must explain to me
this joke.

Yes.

I say, look at that.

"My greatest cases.

A lecture by the renowned
Chief Inspector James Japp

of Scotland Yard."

Well, we are not interested,
Hastings.

We have other fowl to fry, huh?

No, I'd like to hear that.

-"Admission, 1 shilling."
-Oh, mon Dieu.

That is a lot of money to hear
the Chief Inspector Japp.

Hmm.

"Women's Institute,
Sandringham Street,

Thursday, 8:30."

Fancy old Japp being up here.

There you are, madam.

That's very reasonable.

Windermere for 1 and 6.

Reasonable if one wants to go
to Windermere.

-Ticket to Windermere, please.
-It's very pretty there.

Why don't we give it a go?

I've heard there's a pleasant
hotel, nice bed and breakfast.

At what time
does the train leave?

I don't think it's a train.

A bus, Hastings?

No, no, no, no, no.

Poirot does not travel on buses.

Oh, come on, Poirot.
It'll be fun.

I say.

What a rude fellow.

He rather interested me.

Well, if sheer bad manners
interests you.

He interested me because
he was growing a mustache

and has yet...

You do notice the most
extraordinary things, Poirot.

But a growing of the mustache is
an art, Hastings.

I have sympathy with all
who attempt it.

We were very lucky to get these,
you know.

There.

Oh.

Twelve miniatures
of Napoleon's marshals

by Jean-Baptiste Jacques
Augustin.

They're beautiful.

Each one has a lock of the
subject's hair in the back

and his name written
on the ivory.

Isn't that strange?

Now, you're certain
you know what to do?

Of course I am.

It'll be all right.

The box will be locked
in my suitcase all the way,

and nobody will even see it.

Till the appropriate time,
of course.

Of course.

You don't need to worry,
you know.

I know, my dear, but this is
your first big commission.

That silver tea service
was quite big.

There was a lot of it.

I was quite worried

that you wouldn't be able
to carry it all.

And I have to be so careful
these days.

Well, I'm all packed.

Shall I put the box
in my suitcase?

Oh, no. No, no.
Leave it here till the morning.

What time does your coach leave?

Half past 9:00.

Don't worry.

Thank you very much.

Telegraph, please.

Certainly, sir.

Thank you.

Reception.

Japp.

Ah, hello, Captain Hastings.

This is a pleasant surprise.

I see you're giving a lecture
here tomorrow.

Hmm.
Tonight, too, in Fleetwood.

Friday, Barrow-in-Furness for
the Benevolent Fund, you know.

Good morning, Hastings.

Well, well.

Prepared for the northern
climate, eh, Poirot?

Good morning, Chief Inspector.

Hastings, the coach leaves
in 5 minutes.

What's got into him?

I'll be at Redburn at 12:40.

I don't want to have to hang
about, but...

No. I know.

I know you've got
the more difficult job.

We'll make it.

Don't worry.

I'll wait for you
where we arranged.

Just so long as there isn't
any fuss.

No.

Look, I've got to go now
or I'll miss the bus.

Yes.

You too.

Anything else, ma'am?

Why were you so beastly to Japp,
Poirot?

Beastly, Hastings?

It's not these lectures
he's giving, is it?

Lectures?

Where can we put our luggage,
please?

Luggage around the back.

Ohh.

Oh. Sorry again.

You blind or something?

What a rude man.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Oh, bonjour.

Morning.
May I?

Uh... thank you.

That's all right.
It wasn't heavy.

All aboard now.
All aboard.

So you work
for your aunt, Miss Durrant.

Yes.

We specialize in beautiful,
quality antiques.

Of course, I'm still only
learning the business.

I'm sure mademoiselle
will be very successful.

Some of them are worth
an awful lot of money.

I was surprised.

My aunt's got clients
all over the world.

Ah, so she travels a great deal,
huh?

Oh, no, not at all.

If someone wants a particular
period table or chair

or a certain piece of china,

they write to her
and she gets it for them.

That's what's happened
in this case.

How do you mean?

Well, my aunt got a
very valuable set of miniatures

for an American collector.

He's over here on a buying trip.

He's staying in a hotel
in Windermere.

And if he likes them,
then he'll buy them?

I hope so.

I'll have to be ever so careful
on the return journey.

I'll have �1,500 in my bag,
in cash.

Excuse me.

Thank you.
Sorry.

They have no tisane, Hastings?

Uh, no. No.
They usually do, but...

You did not ask, Hastings,
did you?

I couldn't, Poirot.

Never will he ask for the tisane
for me.

I don't know what a tisane is.

It's a sort of horrible
herb tea.

There's such a scrum out there.

They've only got one chap
serving.

Excuse me.

Where has she hurried off to,
the little one?

Oh, some women's thing,
I expect.

Ah.

Grand girl, isn't she?

Yes, she is very nice, Hastings.

I noticed her eyes.
A very unusual color.

Oh, most unusual, Hastings.

It is called blue, I think.

Hastings, why do those people
keep staring at me

and push each other and laugh?

I don't think they've ever seen

anyone quite like you before,
Poirot.

Ah.

Ohh.

Where's Miss Durrant?

Hope she doesn't miss the coach.

Why, she is silly,
but perhaps not that silly.

Silly?

Well, to tell
two perfect strangers

that she will shortly be
carrying �1,500 in her bag

is not the height of sagacity,
mon ami.

I'm so sorry,
rushing off like that.

I was worried
about the miniatures.

I thought I saw a man taking
my suitcase out of the coach.

I went flying after him,
and it turned out to be his own.

I felt such a fool.

So your case is all right?

Oh, yes.
It's still in the boot.

His is exactly like mine,
though.

What man was it, mademoiselle?

It was that man who was so rude.

You know, the one
with a sort of mustache.

That is quite curious.

Why did he want his suitcase?

He's staying here in Redburn.

More curious and more curious.

He was happy to pay
the full fare to Windermere.

I happened to see his ticket
when he presented it.

Poirot loves a mystery
even when there isn't one.

It used to be my profession,
Hastings.

You have heard of me perhaps,
mademoiselle?

You're not that conjurer,
are you?

Perhaps I am.

No.

I'm at Redburn.

No, no.

It's all going according to plan
at my end.

No trouble at all.

Well, just as soon as you can,
for God's sake.

The sooner we're out of
the area, the better.

No.
It's all right.

I'll take that.

Right.

No, no. Just someone
wanted to take my case.

Yes.
Don't be long.

Captain Hastings.

Captain Hastings!

Oh, I'm sorry.

The most awful thing's happened.

What?

They've gone.

The miniatures?

Come and look.

I opened my suitcase.

The miniatures were in
this dispatch case inside.

Look.
The lock's just smashed.

Was it like this
when you opened it?

Yes.

I don't know what to do.

Poirot.

Don't worry, Miss Durrant.

You stay here.
We'll sort things out.

What are we gonna do?

Mon ami, I am Hercule Poirot,
detective retired.

I cannot help you, I'm afraid.

I had to stay here all night.

I've looked everywhere.

You haven't got spare keys?

Of course I haven't.

I thought you might have
a passkey.

No, no.
Not me.

You'd get accusations,
wouldn't you? Suspicions.

You'll have to change the locks.

Oh, I can't.

Mr. Poirot
would never forgive me

if he found out
I'd lost the keys.

I can't stay here another night.

Hmm.

And these miniature pictures

are worth, like, �1,500,
you say?

Yes, at least.

The thief's getting away
while we waste time.

He won't get far, miss.
Don't you fret.

It's brains and cunning
that counts in this job,

not brute speed.

I've just spoken to Mr. Wood,
the American.

A woman called on him
two hours ago, I'm afraid.

Mr. Wood was delighted
with the miniatures

and paid her for them.

But that's before
we arrived here.

Well, a fast car from Redburn

would have got here
long before us.

Oh, it's all my fault.

Look, Miss Durrant,
you can leave this with me.

You get on back to Whitcomb
and explain things to your aunt.

Right.

And, uh, PC Flagg and I will go
and interview Mr. J. Baker Wood.

I'll have to talk
to the sergeant first, sir.

Time, gentlemen.

Come on.
Drink up.

You look terrific.

I scarcely recognized you
in that getup.

That's the idea, just in case
they got wind of us.

It's wonderful to see you.

I thought we'd never make it.

Did you have any trouble
getting away?

None at all, as it happens.

Just walked out the door,
put the case in the car,

and drove off.

I was shaking.

I expected to hear a shout
at any moment.

We've done it.

So far.

You're the cleverest girl
in the world,

as well as the most beautiful.

She's gonna cop it
from her auntie, that girl.

Sounds a bright one, she does,

leaving all that stuff
on the bus

while she goes off
and has her dinner.

Well, it was in the boot
of the coach, actually.

One or two interesting points
about this case, you know.

Oh, yes?

Well, why was the dispatch case
forced open, for instance?

Well, to get these here
little pictures out.

But why?

Surely,
it would have been simpler

to open Miss Durrant's suitcase,

transfer the dispatch case
unopened to his own suitcase,

and get away rather than
waste time forcing the lock.

Well, she'd have noticed
the difference in weight

as soon as she took the suitcase
out the boot, wouldn't she?

Leaves a lot less time
to make his escape.

Oh.

Well... yes.

There is that.

Of course
I didn't suspect anything.

Why should I?

She said she came
from Elizabeth Penn.

She had the miniatures.

May we see the miniatures,
please, Mr. Wood?

I guess so.

We'll need a description
of this woman, too, sir.

Description?

Was she young, pretty?

No, sir.

She most certainly
was not young or pretty.

She was tall and elderly.

Gray hair.

She had a blotchy complexion
and a budding mustache.

A siren?
Not on your life.

How did she arrive at the hotel,
Mr. Wood?

On a hotel ferry.

-There.
-Ah.

Yes.

I see.

Very nice.

Well, it's $7,000
for 12 of those beauties.

I'll tell you.
That's some bargain.

I'll be taking that, sir.

What do you mean?

Evidence of a crime, sir.

Well, hey,
you got to be kidding.

You'll get a receipt.

Denzel?

We have to assure ourselves
who the rightful owner is.

What do you mean rightful owner?
I'm the rightful owner.

I'm $7,000 worth
the rightful owner!

That's not for me to say, sir.

Then don't say it.
I'll say it for you.

Those are my goddamn miniatures!

That's for the court to decide,
sir.

You mean you have to
come from the railway station

by boat?

The station's on the other side
of the lake.

-There.
-Oh, I see.

Now, mind the step.

Ah.
Good.

-Good day.
-Morning.

Mr. Arkwright?

Aye, sir.

Did you bring an elderly lady
to the lake hotel today?

I bring lots of old ladies, sir.

Tall, gray hair,
bit of a mustache?

Oh, I picked her up at station
at 12 minutes past 1:00.

How are you so sure of the time?

Because the Lancaster 10:00
gets in at 1:00,

and it arrived at 10 past.

Does that train stop at Redburn?

Redburn?
No.

That's on Moatbrook Line.
"Stop at Redburn?"

Mary Durrant arrived at Redburn
at about 10 past 12:00.

I mean, we know that.
We were with her.

An hour later, an old lady
is here in Windermere

with the miniatures

and on her way to Wood's hotel.

Now, I'm sure it was the fellow

with a bit of a mustache

dressed up.

He could have got from Redburn
to Windermere in an hour

in a fast car.

But the old lady
didn't arrive by car.

She got off a train,

and a train that doesn't go
near Redburn at that.

Hastings...

why do you not grow
the mustache?

What?

I did not achieve
true facial symmetry

until I grew the mustache.

It caused me great unhappiness
as a young man.

I don't want facial symmetry.
I want help.

Oh, well,
I am retired, Hastings.

Such puzzles
no longer interest me.

I think I will go back
to Whitcomb in the morning.

Oh, all right.

Hastings?

Hmm?

The fact that the ferryman
picked her up at the station

does not necessarily mean
that she got off a train.

If she didn't come on a train,
how did she come?

Who knows?

Hastings, you have done well.

But you will be on this case
a long time, I think.

Don't I know it.

Right.

I'm going back to Redburn
in the morning.

Reconstruct the crime.
That's the thing.

Start from the beginning.

Start of a new life.

I don't think much
can go wrong now.

I'll wait for you in the car.

There you are, sir.

There's your change.

Thanks.

Come back and see us again,
won't you?

So, as I see it,
it started here.

This fellow
with a bit of a mustache

had an accomplice with a fast
car who drove him to Windermere

while he got dressed up
as a woman in the back seat.

Need to be a pretty sporty car
to do that journey in the time.

Well, something like that,
you mean?

It's him!

Stop!

Don't stop!

Come on.
Get in!

This is a patrol car,
not a chase car.

Get in!

Come on! Come on!
Get out of the way!

Move over!

Go on! Out!
Out of the way!

There's nowhere
they can turn off for a bit,

not till they get
to Beckersdale.

They have turned.

Well, I'm blessed.

Won't get them very far.
It's a dead end, that is.

Only goes to Henry's Gate,
doesn't it?

I hope we don't meet anyone
coming the other way.

My God.

-Come on.
-Come on, Sarge.

-Right.
-Come on, lad.

-Come along, madam.
-Out you come.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Don't you know what it's like
to love a man?

Well, uh... no.
Uh, not exactly.

Sergeant?

Come along.
No trouble.

Oh, it's you again, is it?

I might have known.

Come along, sir.

Why should I help you?

Because that way we might get
your money back.

I'm gonna get my money back,
all right.

My attorney's on his way up here
from London.

-Look, if we could just --
-All right.

Can we just get on with it?

Ready.

Well?

No.

Right.

Ready.

Take your hat off.

Well?

No.

Don't hurry.

I mean, take a good look.

I mean, imagine him dressed up
as a woman --

hat, skirt,
all that sort of thing.

It's not him.

But he's got a mustache.

You said she had a mustache.

The woman who showed me
the miniatures

was nothing like that.

She didn't have a mole
like that.

Like what?

Well, that mole on his forehead,
for God sake.

Couldn't hide that.

Oh.

Wait a minute.

Oh, no.

That's...
Lady Amanda Manderley.

Who?

Well, don't you guys read
the papers?

I mean, she's eloping
with that novelist.

Um... Norton Kane.

Are you Norton Kane?

So good of you to come with me,
Mr. Poirot.

No, no, no.
Not at all, my dear.

How could I possibly leave
such a charming young lady

in so great distress?

But perhaps now that I am here,

I can help you to explain this
delicate matter to your aunt.

Oh, thank you so much.

Mary? Is that you?

How did it go?

I've got Mr. Poirot with me,
Aunt Elizabeth.

We came back to Whitcomb
on the bus together.

Mr. Poirot's a famous detective.

Do you think I don't know that?

Oh, you are too kind.

But something terrible's
happened, Aunt Elizabeth.

I don't really know
how to tell you.

I regret to inform you
that your miniatures...

they have been stolen.

Stolen?

But how could they be stolen?

Where were they stolen from?

They were stolen from the bus

when we stopped for lunch
at Redburn.

But have no fear.

It will not be long before
the miscreants are apprehended.

Don't give us away to my father,
will you?

Oh, no, of course not.

Whereabouts are you headed?

Can't tell you.

Cheer up, Captain Hastings.

Oh, yes.

I'm sure you'll catch
your robber.

Yes, well...

with our one and only suspect
gone,

I'm damned if I know
how we're gonna catch him,

eh, Captain Hastings?

I think I'll start
with the fish soup

followed by the haddock.

Try and shake up
the old gray cells a bit.

You see,
what I can't understand is,

if Norton Kane wasn't the woman
with the mustache, who was?

You have done your best,
Hastings.

The renowned
Chief Inspector Japp

would have given up long ago.

Thank you.

You're not jealous, Poirot,
are you?

Japp being asked to give
these lectures?

Jealous?

Nom de Dieu.

Of what interest is it
to Poirot,

the Whitcomb Institution
for Women, hein?

If it was a Royal Society,
now, ah,

but then I hardly think
that Chief Inspector Japp

would be invited
by the Royal Society.

No, no, no.

It is only the Institution
for Women at Whitcomb

and such places

that they will listen
to the Chief Inspector Japp

claiming the cases
of Hercule Poirot for his own.

Oh, I'm sure Japp
wouldn't do that.

Hastings, can we please talk
of something else?

The renowned Chief Inspector
Japp is of no interest.

No, thank you.

I'm gonna see Mary Durrant
tomorrow.

Here we are.

Perhaps you should bring
Mlle. Durrant and her aunt

and M. J. Baker Wood
face � face, huh,

and discuss this thing.

No, I don't see what good
that'll do.

I don't know what I'm gonna say
to her and her aunt, anyway.

Sleep is the thing, Hastings.

For myself,
I fully intend to get to bed

immediately after dinner,

and I strongly advise you
to do the same.

Ready to order, sir?

Have a light?

Evening, sir.

Good evening, Constable.

"Don't Put Your Daughter
on the Stage, Mrs. Worthington."

A fine song by Mr. Noel Coward.

And the same holds true
for the police force...

Pardon.

...the detection business

because detection
is a darned lonely business,

and detectives are perhaps
inclined to be lone wolves,

if you'll pardon the expression.

And at the conclusion of a case,

there are always other parties
not of the police force

who will claim
to have solved it.

I refer, of course, to that bane
of the policeman's life,

the amateur sleuth,

or worse still, the professional
private detective.

The professional private
detective, ladies and gentlemen,

is not the glamorous figure
of fiction.

He is a man who, failing
in more worthy walks of life

and being of meddlesome
and troublemaking disposition,

finally comes to rest in a dingy
office over the chip shop,

where he plies for hire

in the sordid world
of petty crime and divorce.

Except, I have to say, for one.

I have been fortunate
in my career

in that many, indeed,
perhaps most of my cases,

have been shared

with that most extraordinary
of private detectives.

And if I may borrow a word
from his own native tongue,

that doyen
of the Belgian police force,

M. Hercule Poirot.

I think I may say
without fear of contradiction

that Hercule Poirot has
one of the most original minds

of the 20th century.

Intelligent, brave,

sensitive, devastatingly quick,

Hercule Poirot stands
head and shoulders

above any other detective
of my considerable experience.

I say, Miss Lemon,

I'm fearfully worried
about the keys.

Order and method, Miss Lemon.

Order and method.

The Lagonda's got
a hole in it, Miss Lemon.

The filly's on fire,
and the keys are bent.

The little gray cells,
Miss Lemon.

Reconstruct the scene
of the crime, mon amie.

Come up to door.

Take keys out of bag.

Unlock door.

Penny for the guy, miss?

-I come in.
-You get off!

Dicker follows, still talking.

"Shouldn't encourage them,
wasting all your money."

Oh.

Oh, it works.

It really works.

Come, now, Hastings.

Tell me where you stand
in this case

and Poirot will do
his humble best to assist you.

No. It's no good.

I don't stand anywhere
with the case, really.

Anyway, I'm the one
who's got to face the music.

Well...

Captain Hastings.

Hello, Miss Durrant.

Have you got some news?

Well, uh, no, not really.

No, I understand.

Hello, M. Poirot.

Mademoiselle.

I haven't given up yet.

The shop of your aunt
is beautiful, mademoiselle.

Well, she'd love to see you
if you can spare a moment.

We would be delighted.

M. Poirot's here,
Aunt Elizabeth,

and Captain Hastings.

Oh, how nice.

Have you managed to retrieve our
miniatures for us, M. Poirot?

Pardon, mademoiselle.

It is Captain Hastings who is
in charge of this affair.

And he hasn't, I'm afraid.

Well, we've found them,
all right,

but we can't retrieve them.

Mr. Wood says he bought them
in good faith, so they're his.

So he's still got them.

No, the police have taken them.

Well, I'll get them back
in due course.

That depends
on what the court decides.

It would help
if we could catch the thief.

Oh, my God.

What is it, Captain Hastings?

I've got it.

I've got it!
I've got it!

Miss Penn, I can get
your miniatures back.

You may be able to help, too.

Excuse me.

Hastings, wait.

Come on, Poirot!

What on earth
are you playing at, Hastings?

I've got it, Poirot!

What?
What have you got?

The answer to this case.

It must have been the haddock!

I feel wonderful!

Hastings!

I'll see you in the hotel later.

Oh!

As soon as I said it, I knew.

Who knew Miss Durrant was
on her way with the miniatures?

Who could have found out

she'd be stopping at Redburn
at lunchtime,

and who had a fast car
to get into Windermere?

I don't know.
Who?

J. Baker Wood himself,
of course.

Really?

I don't believe any woman
ever came to see him.

I think he went to Redburn and
stole the miniatures himself.

Hmm.
What about the ferryman?

Well, all he said was he'd
picked up a woman at the station

and taken her to the lake hotel.

I imagine he takes a dozen women
a day to the lake hotel.

All right.

But I don't know
what you're going to do.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

You see, Wood has never met
Miss Penn or Miss Durrant.

I've asked him to come over
from Windermere.

Now, when he sees
this beautiful young girl

and her aunt in a wheelchair...

What?

Well, he's gonna feel pretty
damn small, I can tell you.

Really?

Oh, yes.

I mean, even a hardened criminal
like him

isn't entirely without a heart,
Japp.

Come on.

If you'd like to follow me,

there's a table for two
over by the window.

-How lovely.
-Thank you.

I hope
they're not gonna be late.

The timing's absolutely crucial.

Since I am not going to be told

what is going on in this case
of yours, Hastings,

I can make
no intelligent contribution

to any discussion of it.

It was your idea you didn't
want anything to do with it.

It was my idea also to bring
together these three people --

M. Wood, Mlle. Durrant,
and Mlle. Penn.

Oh, I don't remember that.

Now, now.

Here you are.

Thanks.

We could have another plate
of them sandwiches.

You should have made them last.

I thought the property
was coming later.

Ready?

Right.
Steady, steady, now.

Here we go, Sarge.

-What?
-They've arrived.

The old one in the wheelchair,
like you said.

I should be sitting there.

It's no good, me sitting here.
I can't see nothing.

How good of you to come,
Miss Penn.

Do sit down, Miss Durrant.

What a handsome room.

This is Chief Inspector Japp
of Scotland Yard.

How exciting.

How do you do?

Why don't you sit
next to M. Poirot, Miss Penn?

Mademoiselle.

Aunt Elizabeth was so hoping
you'd have good news for us.

Well, I hope so, too.

Is that all?

Just hope?

It's all right, Mary, dear.

Oh, the dear child.

She's so protective
on my behalf.

Mlle. Penn, may I offer you
something to eat

or a cup of tea?

I'd love a cup of tea.

What's happening now?

Nothing.

Just gabbing.

One learns patience sitting
in a wheelchair, M. Poirot.

I am sure that is true,
mademoiselle.

The captain's standing up.

Oh, it's the Yank.

He's arrived.

It's very good of you to come.

You have the miniatures?

All in good time.

You said I'd get them back.

It is the guest
of Captain Hastings.

If I've driven all this way
on a wild-goose chase...

I can assure you
if you'll just bear with me.

I thought this hotel was
going to spoil the coastline,

but at certain times, seen
through the mist or at sunset,

it really --

Mlle. Penn, the mist is
beginning to clear, I think.

I don't think
you've met Miss Durrant.

How do you do?

I feel unwell, Mary.

And Miss Penn.

Look, this is all very nice,
but I didn't --

No, I've never met Mr. Wood.
We've only...

Mr. Wood?

Come along, Mary.

My aunt isn't feeling well.

Hold on, hold on.

Mlle. Penn.

How did you know
it was M. Wood, Mlle. Penn?

Nobody has mentioned his name.

Well, I didn't.
I just...

You could not possibly
have known him,

not unless it was you
who took the �1,500 from him

for the miniatures.

Why, it was her.

Made up to look like a frump,

but it was her.

No. Made up to make
everybody else think

that it was a man
dressed as a woman.

N'est-ce pas, Mlle. Penn?

You thought
that you would keep the money

and get back the miniatures
as stolen property.

Wait a minute.
She would --

Nice work if you can get it.

So, Miss Penn, what do you say
to all this?

-She's off, Sarge!
-Stop her!

All right, that's you!

Take her away, Sergeant.

And now, mademoiselle.

You.

And her!

Not so fast, miss.

Lock them both up.

But she...

I didn't...

I mean...

Hastings couldn't see it
at first.

He was trying to work out

how the miniatures got
from Redburn to Windermere.

Quite.
Exactly.

Then he realized they'd never
even been in Redburn.

Masterly, Hastings,

you diagnosed
the true nature of the crime.

Oh. Well.

Unfortunate, of course,

that you set a trap
for quite the wrong culprit.

Excuse me.

Merci.

Excuse me, sir.

You forgot your receipt.

Ah, merci beaucoup.

I hope you enjoyed your stay.

Yes, indeed.

Gentlemen.

Allow me, Poirot.

There's something
about you here, Japp.

"Chief Inspector Japp to speak
in North Country lecture tour."

You knew.

That's why you dragged me
all the way up here.

No, no.

It was the other side
I was interested in.

I did not know that --

"Learn to Speak French
Like a Frenchman"?

In Belgium, Hastings,
it is considered quite bad form

to read another person's
newspaper cuttings.

Thank you.