All language subtitles for A Caribbean Mystery (2013) - Dailymotion

Hurry, Victoria, it's our big dinner
tonight and I want everything to be just

perfect. You worry too much, Mr.
Kendall.

Mr.

Kendall, sir.

No, I don't suppose I call myself a
people person. I'm rather more

birds, actually.

Edward's not chasing.

Mr. and Mrs. Dyson.

Never mind the chow, champs. Bring us
another round of planter's punch.

Coming right up, Mr. Dyson.

Your leaks. And your ugly.

Mr.

Raphael?

Miss Esther?

Thank you.

You don't have to thank him, girl. It's
what he's paid to do.

Thank you so much.

Big thing around these parts is zombies.

Some people say that zombies are corpses
who've come back to life.

Other people say, no, they're living
persons who've been drugged by a bokor,

voodoo witch doctor, to do his bidding.
It's a horrible practice, voodoo, an

affront to Christianity. It should be
stamped out.

I think my first husband was one of the
living dead.

At least in the sack.

I once met a fellow who claimed that
he'd seen a zombie, you know.

Oh, I can't imagine anything more
terrifying.

Can you?

Mind you, the behavior of some people in
our so -called civilized society is

often no better.

Drink, drugs, bread hopping, suicides,
wives murdering their husbands, husbands

doing away with their wives.

Wouldn't you agree? How do you find
being men of God?

I'm so sorry. Were you talking to me,
Mr. Pogrid?

Yes, it's this glass eye of mine. It has
a mind of its own.

Oh, no, no, no. It wasn't that. I was
wool -gathering, I'm afraid.

Miles away.

Well, of course, it was an unsuitable
topic for dinner.

But if you'll allow me to show you
something, I think you'll find it

interesting.

Everything all right, Saifu?

Oh, what is that?

Colonel Prescott, I saw the watercolour
you've been working on. It's absolutely

lovely. Thank you. It's really not.

Hey, Colonel Hillington, you've caught
the sun.

It suits you. Mrs. Hillington, I'm
positively green with envy. He looks

the film star.

What? I'm so jealous. I could quite tear
it off your back.

Oh, you're no such yourself, Molly. I
absolutely adore the color of this

Well, you know, you can get it in a
little shop by reception.

Something of a hobby of mine.

I call it my chamber of horrors.

Now, look at this.

Innocent -looking... I hope Molly's been
looking after you all. I'm afraid not.

She's been flirting with all the men
except me. I feel left out.

Let me show you something.

It was sent me a few years back by an
old army pal.

Just a snapshot showing off some
whopping great striped marlin he'd

in Kenya.

Voodoo's not a subject to be taken
lightly.

It acts as a slow poison affecting the
whole of society.

Well, a letter arrives from my chum. I
come here every year to try and help

educate people. I always stay here.
Molly Kendall is a wonder.

So kind.

Saying? that someone in the background
was probably a murderer who

got away with it, not once, but twice.

Now, here we are.

See this blurry figure here?

I think it must be... Well, I'm damned.

I mean... And the picture is seething.
He's having a bad day.

As I was saying, I'd like to have shown
you those tusks, Miss Marple. It's the

biggest elephant I've ever shot.

Here you go, mate. It's all yours.

That murderer, Major Paul Graves. It was
really nothing, Miss Marple. I must

have made a mistake. I mean, things like
that don't happen outside of books.

Oh, but they do, practically every day.

If a murderer gets a formula that works,
they won't stop.

They go on with it. Like Lucretia
Borgia.

Oh, the brides in the bath.

I am so sorry, Major, but we need to
find Miss Marple. Oh.

Forgive me, but I think you've heard
quite enough from our resident ball.

Thank you, Major Padre.

Oh, thank you.

Well,

it's a dream, isn't it?

Not my sort of thing, I'm afraid, all
this leaping about and carrying on.

You know, the Major's not so bad.

He's old and lonely and likes to
remember when he was young and happy.

shouldn't drink so much. He has high
blood pressure.

He does look a rather alarming purple
colour. I think it's a race between him

and old Mr. Raphael to see who will drop
off their purge first.

Bill Vulture is fantastically rich.

He made his money in chemicals and
fertiliser.

The young woman with him is his
secretary.

What though he is?

The young man?

Jackson.

Raphael would be helpless as a baby
without him.

He's a nurse, a valet, and a fully
trained bus driver.

So nice to get everyone sorted out.

And what brings you to St. Honoré? My
husband is a keen bird watcher.

I am less keen.

Edward's gone so far as to arrange some
sort of lecture later on in the week.

Some fellow from the Ordnance Society is
coming over.

Tell me about your friends, the American
couple.

Greg and Lucky Dyson. We met them here a
few years ago.

He's a photographer.

All the good, actually.

He's got a lot of nature and scenery for
the magazines.

Think I'll turn here now.

Rather ruby than the old fire water, I
fear. Yes, I'm not feeling 100 % myself.

Oh.

I'm better.

All right.

Excuse me.

I say, Major Pogreve.

I don't want to appear ungrateful. My
nephew Raymond has gone to such expense.

Dr. Haydock is convinced.

The carpet will be good for my
rheumatism. It is beautiful.

tribal monotonous, so many palm trees.

But it's not like home, where there's
always something happening.

This is me. I shall bid you good night.
Good night. I do hope you're feeling

more yourself tomorrow.

Yes, well, Errol must have mixed the
drinks particularly strong tonight.

Not as young as I was.

Who's there?

Come.

Who's there?

The current has watched it wrong from
the point.

Better get rid of it before any of the
guests come down.

Oh, I haven't gained anything. No.

Well, you can't have anything for
nothing, can you?

You certainly can't.

Do you think it's going to be all right?

We're making a go of it, aren't we?

You mustn't worry, though.

You don't think people are saying it's
not the same as when your folks are

running the place? Don't be silly.

We're a great team, you and I.

I don't know if you think so.

I worry too much, thinking, what if
something should go wrong? What could go

wrong? I don't know.

I'm a fool.

You haven't had any more of those
dreams, have you?

No, I think that was a selfish...

Everything all right, John?

Good morning, miss.

Another perfect day in paradise. Oh,
indeed.

Am I here? Anything wrong?

Well, you'll have to know.

Everyone will have to know.

Poor Major Palgrave died in the night.
Oh, I am sorry.

Of course, he was quite old.

And he had high blood pressure.

I forgot.

He has been examined by a doctor.

Mr. Raphael's nurse found him.
Apparently he'd arranged for a massage

morning. And the local people have just
been to give him a desiccator.

It all seems quite straightforward, but
it's terribly worrying to me and Tim.

There's no need to fret.

An elderly man like Major Paul Grave
with a fondness for alcohol.

If only it hadn't been so sudden.

Yes, it was sudden, wasn't it?

One minute he was laughing and joking
and telling stories, and the next... My

dear, are you quite all right?

Yes, I thought... It's nothing. I
thought I saw something.

Do you ever get the feeling someone
is... I must have... I just imagined it.

Yes, these things happen.

It's bad luck for the old boy, but
people can't live forever, can they?

No, they can't.

What do you mean by barging in here?
Can't you knock? I'm sorry, sir. I did

knock. I thought you might... Are you
all right?

Errol, drinks can have a powerful kick.

Oh, no, no, I'm not.

I have an upset stomach, that's all.

Oh, poor you.

Sorry to shout like that. I'm all out of
kilter.

I think I must have had a bad prawn last
night.

Yep, look. There he is.

I feel very careful where you'll spot
him. He's a light, dun color, extremely

well camouflaged. It got me.

Lucky, you really must try to be a
little quieter.

Hey, Greg.

Take my picture.

You never photograph me anymore.

I only try to take pictures of beautiful
things these days.

He's over there in the swizzle stick
tree.

Ed, your wife is right. This is all too
boring.

There goes my lucky charm.

You still love her, Greg.

Ed, you may know all there is to know
about birds, but you don't know the

thing about women, and you don't know
the first thing about Lucky.

This is not as good as Frangipane, eh?

One can't get it here.

It's a pity.

Are you going into your dip now?

I'll go in when I'm ready.

It's gone half past eleven.

Jackson said... Bugger what that fool
says.

Caribbean isn't what it used to be.

Can't move a step without some old booby
getting under your feet.

Oh, isn't it splendid?

Splendid? I suppose you've heard the sad
news.

My man Jackson told me all about it. The
poor Major.

A ghastly old boy.

He needn't have died if he'd looked
after himself properly. Come now, Mr.

Raphael. Oh, look at me.

The doctors gave me up years ago.

If it wasn't for Jackson, they might
have been right.

Besides, Major Porgrave had high blood
pressure. Who says so? He was very red

the face.

So what?

I said to him once, you've got to watch
your blood pressure.

He said he had nothing to look out for
in that line. His blood pressure was

good for his AIDS.

Men never like to admit there's anything
wrong with them.

Poppycock.

Talking of ailments, I don't suppose, I
know it's a little presumptuous of me,

but do you think your man Jackson might
be able to look at my knee?

Your knee?

I thought perhaps the warmer weather
might... Right, spare us the grisly

What time is it?

Twenty to twelve?

I thought I'd had my dip long ago. Why
can't you remind me of these

things, girl?

Old men are so ugly, aren't they?

I sometimes think they should all be put
to death at forty.

I hope 35 would be better.

Oh, hey, Molly.

Are you going to come for a swim after
lunch? You look a vision in a swimsuit.

I love you.

Do all bird watchers go around the place
after the tea?

He told me it's only loaded with blanks.

Some of these parts are pretty hairy.

The gun's just a warning, nothing more.

Whoa!

I can give you some pills for the pain.

Dental exercise will help. Otherwise,
um... Just old age.

I've offered to help with the funeral
arrangements for the major. Bad

It seems so sad to die alone like that
and so far from home.

He didn't care for English winters.
Can't say I blame him. Did he, like me,

health reasons?

that made it necessary for him to winter
abroad?

Not that I know of, but I never examined
him.

Not while he was alive, at least. But it
was his blood pressure that killed him.

I found a bottle of blood pressure pills
in his room.

Serenite.

How wonderful science is nowadays.

Doctors can do so much, can't they? All
with a little pill.

They can't bring the dead back to life.

Oh,

a cannon.

I wonder if it's not too much of a
bother.

I was showing a snapshot.

of my nephew, Raymond, to the major last
night. And I think he might have got

muddled up with some of his own
photograph.

You can't miss it.

Raymond is holding up a...

You're back then?

Victoria, you know that mistake that I
asked you about?

I will make it

worth your while. Just give me the
address. I'll get it myself.

Okay.

Please don't tell anyone.

Thank you.

Lovely evening.

Oh, hello.

I got a little lost looking for my
bungalow.

Well, you look busy. I need to clear the
Major's room ready for the next guest.

Better not tell them what happened, eh?

No, I suppose not.

I always think it's very sad having to
look through the personal possessions of

someone who's just died.

It's the little things that I find so
poignant.

Things they'll never need again, like
their razor, their toothbrush, or in the

Major's case, his... bottle of blood
pressure pills.

Things you must have seen a hundred
times when you were cleaning his room.

Must have.

Oh, well.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

No bother.

What do you want? It's not morning. Wake
up, man. I need to talk to you. What's

worrying you, girl?

You want coughing again?

It's a bad error.

It's getting worse.

Get some more medicine off Mama's arm.
It's not enough.

We need to take her to a proper doctor.
We can't afford no doctor. We need to do

something. It's the middle of the night.

We can't do nothing now.

We'll talk about it in the morning. I'm
going to sleep.

I can't sleep.

My mind is going round and round and
round like a fish in a bowl.

The little one will be all right. It's
not just that.

I've been thinking about the major man
who died.

Something I don't like.

Something wrong about it. Don't worry
about that.

He was old. He died. Listen, man.

It's them pills.

Them pills in his room. There's
something wrong there. Leave it.

Don't go looking for trouble.

Death, that's nothing. It's got nothing
to do with us.

short time to live and is full of
misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a
flower.

He flyeth as it were a shadow and never
continueth in one's day.

In the midst of life we are in death.

I do think there might have been a
better turnout for the old chap.

Well at least he's buried somewhere that
he loved.

In a week or so no one will even
remember him.

I'll spare him a passing thought.

Except you, perhaps?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose it is all down to me now.

All right, Victoria, all right. I
understand.

We don't want to make a fuss, and I
certainly don't want Tim worried about

I won't.

I'm sorry to say we could find no trace
of your Marlin photograph among the

major things.

Plenty of pictures of slaughtered
animals, but no fish, I'm afraid, large

small. Never mind, I'm sure I can get
another print.

Well, here's to the old fellow.

He was something of a fixture at Golden
Palms, won't be the same next year.

In a funny way, I think I'll miss all
his stories.

Do you recall what he was talking about
at dinner the night he died? A lot of

silly stuff about voodoo.

I mean, after that.

I must confess, I wasn't really
listening.

I suppose he must have told you his
stories many times. He had a store of

and a photograph to illustrate each one,
whether it be some poor dead tiger or,

you know... Dua?

He loved scandal, gossip, anything to do
with, uh... You know, how shall I put

it?

F .E .X. Oh, come now, Canon, I'm not a
nun.

F .E .X. may not have been mentioned in
my day, but there was plenty of it

about.

and enjoy it far more than nowadays,
where it seems to become a kind of duty.

Not my territory, I'm afraid.

Sadly, my church training taught me a
great deal about the soul, but very

about the heart.

Other than that, it's all a terrible
sin, of course.

Talking of sin, did the major ever talk
to you about a murderer?

I do remember something about a woman, a
golden -haired Lucretia Borgia, who

poisoned her husband and her lover,
something like that. But as I say, I

really listened to him that attentively,
and you couldn't see anything in the

photograph. A woman?

I'm quite sure.

I may not know a great deal about men
and women, Miss Marvel, but I can still

tell the difference.

It all sounds rather idiotic, I know,
but as far as I can make out, Victoria

got it into her head that someone put
poison tablets in the major... What's

name of that stuff?

Serum something bottle.

I think what she said was that... There
was a bottle in there labelled serenite.

It's quite commonly used.

But Victoria said she'd never seen a
bottle in his room before.

How do you mean?

It only turned up after his death.

If they weren't his pills, could they
have poisoned him?

No, they wouldn't do anything.

But, I mean, if they weren't his pills,
he wouldn't have taken them in the first

place, would he?

Of course not. How stupid.

Victoria had us all thinking he'd been
poisoned.

May I ever show you a photograph of a
murderer?

A murderer?

I don't recall him ever telling a story
about a murderer. Plenty of tittle

-tattle and gossip.

You mean people staying at the hotel?

You must have heard the rumours.

Afraid if I have, I must have forgotten
them.