All language subtitles for agatha_christie_hetes_szamlap_gepi

Ghostly. Ma, don't sneak up on me like
that. This is just ghostly.

What is?

Well, all of it, obviously.

It's fun, Ma. Come on, darling child.

This is the precise opposite of fun.

Industry.

aristocracy and the blessed foreign
office all in our house at the same time

should never agree to it it was your
suggestion and it does not return to

our house until the end of the agreement
you struck with the king good evening

uh look there they are what do you think
ladies

Marvelous. A superb idea of yours, Lady
Caterham, bringing us all together.

Ma was just saying how much he adores
all these masks. Oh, yes.

Adore.

Will you be joining us for bridge?

Oh, I fear not, Lady Caterham. Oh, why?

It was devised by an American.

On a boat.

Have you seen John Lomax?

See, the whole point of this evening is
for the United to talk.

Is Foreign Office, my steel factories,
in perfect union for a top -secret

project?

Oswald, it's not a secret if you keep
telling everyone. No, dear, quite right,

dear. Whoa, whoa.

Thank you.

Tread well.

Come on, dear.

Did they just thank you for it as well?

I'm afraid so, my lady.

Almost never thanks staff, one of all.

Where would it end?

What do we think this top secret project
is that they're talking about?

Well, if I learned one thing from your
dear departed father, it was this.

It doesn't do to ask too many questions.

And that marries the difference between
you and I?

Lady Vincent, you look startling.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. We're in a
hurry.

Ronnie Devereux.

Bundle, you spotted us there. How could
I miss you both in those masks?

How's life in the India office?

Still full of people not entirely sure
where India is.

Bill Eversley, I know it's you under
there. Hello, Bundle.

Why are so many of you wearing the same
mask?

It's a foreign office agreement, all the
chaps that work in government.

And why are you both hiding clocks under
your jackets?

Jerry Wade has made it down before noon
all week for breakfast.

So we thought we'd fix that.

The mum's the word. I hope you're not
both being mean to poor Jerry.

You wouldn't call him poor Jerry if you
had to work with him. Can we please put

these in place before anyone else spots
us?

On with your jade, you boy.

Isn't she just it?

Come on.

Hello, sock. Oh, hello, bundle.

Gosh, you startled me.

Oh, your approach was so very subtle.

Um, did you see Ronnie and Bill just
now? I did. They are up to something

subtle.

Do you see him?

Shall we wait?

I would recognize that face anywhere.

Lady Eileen.

Dr. Glendon, you weren't... Oh, good
Lord.

Next two this year.

I was hoping I'd find a moment with you.

What sort of a moment would that be?

You know, they...

Put me in your bedroom while I'm here.

While Ma and I plummet from the garden
house.

I hope you're enjoying it.

You look absolutely radiant tonight,
Bumble.

As do you.

Tommy always said you were born in a
dinner jacket.

I do miss your brother on nights like
these.

I miss him far more often than that.

You'd be tickled pink seeing how you
turned out.

I hope so.

I know so.

Ask me to dinner.

You never did stand on ceremony, did
you? Mm -mm. Mm -mm.

Life is far too short.

We've all learned that the hard way.

Mm. Mm.

Lady Eileen?

Mm. Would you do me the great honour of
allowing me to take you to dinner?

Why, Jeremy Wade, what a surprise.

When?

Tuesday next.

I suppose I could.

It's been by just before six.

That would be perfect.

Remind me, how do you feel about
questions?

If I were to have one to put to you on
Tuesday.

What sort of a question?

Perhaps the sort that one might hope
would be answered in the affirmative.

Gerry Wade, are you...? Wade!

Wade, what on earth are you doing?

Lady Eileen, you of course remember the
Right Honourable George Lomax, Under

-Secretary for the Foreign Office.

George?

Lady Eileen?

I do apologise.

You've grown up.

Mr Lomax, I trust you're enjoying Sir
Oswald's party?

Oh, absolutely. But, of course, it
wouldn't be the same without this

house.

I expressly instructed you to stay at
the side of Lady Coote for the entire

evening. She must be watered, she must
be fed, she must be charmed at all

In order for me to cement my bond with
Sir Oswald, you are ignoring your task.

We need happy coats.

Of course, Mr Lammert.

Do excuse me, Lady Eileen. Duty calls.

Good luck, Mr Wade.

I very much look forward to hearing your
question on Tuesday.

As I look forward to hearing your
answer.

Lady Eileen, charmed.

You. You. Or do any of the lady coats
tomorrow.

Anything.

And I'm dummy, is that right?

Always.

That's a joke.

These gentlemen enjoy reminding me, Lady
Coot, that I didn't quite make the

grade for the single servants.

However, I remain a very valued party
-goer, and my child's been as considered

second to none.

The talk of all the best houses.

Isn't that right, Lady Eileen?

Absolutely, Jimmy.

We shall expect a display.

As you know, my natural modesty would
normally forbid, but for you, but

absolutely.

Lady Coot, I do believe that sort of
thing may be ever so slightly frowned

Not by me.

The last person who called me a cheat
regretted it for the rest of their days.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Everyone does their own battle.

You have to be quite so loud, Sessager.

Feeling a little worth the wear?

What about you, Bill?

I don't believe that.

Just then, dry toast and liver salt. I
took the liberty of having some

sir. Oh, good Lord.

Youth.

Good morning, everybody.

A few thick heads in here.

Good morning, Scott.

Morning boys. Morning. Morning.

That dreadful noise.

Oh.

Lady Eileen.

Lady Caterham.

Good morning. That, Lady Cute, is the
sound of Jerry Wade proving he will

through anything.

Ah, well, as the point is now proven.

Treadwell, can you attend to that
infernal racket?

Immediately, Your Ladyship.

Mr. Wade?

What is Treadwell doing up there?

Fine.

I will tend to his blasted alarms
myself.

I'm holding E .T. responsible.

That is the way, Treadwell. Lady, I...
Treadwell, do you mind?

Edward, shut them off.

This must have been quite a shock, Lady
Eileen.

May I ask, were any of you aware he took
a draught to help him sleep?

No, that doesn't make any sense.

He was tamping sleep by going back here.
That was the whole point in your prank.

It's possible, Lady Eileen, that Mr
Wade's excellent sleeping was the result

sleeping draughts.

What? Butterfingers. Apologies.

That could have been unfortunate.

They're checklists to make sure.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's not valuable, is it?

You're not listening to me.

If he didn't use them, why would he? He
fought it for some bundle.

He wouldn't be the only chap who saw
enough to keep him awake at night.

No, in Tommy's letters from the front,
he'd always joke that even the loudest

explosion couldn't wake Jerry.

The question is, was this a terrible
accident?

Alcohol and medication are never a happy
mix.

Or, forgive me, Lady Eileen,
deliberately self -inflicted.

Then he killed himself.

Because that's not the Jerry Wade I
know.

Em, he... He has been under rather a lot
of pressure at work.

Gerry reports to Lomax, and Lomax was
very agitated about entering last night,

went off successfully.

It's fair to say that Gerry hadn't
been... ..quite himself recently,

with all the pressure.

Don't you think?

I don't know.

Bill, you...

Work more closely with him.

Well, an inquest will establish the
facts.

We'll have the body taken away shortly.

Thank you for attending so swiftly,
Doctor.

Treadwell will show you out.

It's very tragic.

Tragic business.

Um, apologies again about the gloss.

Um, yeah, I'm all done, I think.

Because I've done the bed, done the
bedside, did the bottle, did the

doors.

I suppose I could have a bash at the
wardrobes or the windows, if you like.

What do you think?

You have done this before.

Well, that's funny you should ask that.
No, no, I haven't.

No, usually they send old deacons, but
he's away in Eastbourne. He goes every

year, him and his wife.

I mean, what are the chances of that?

It's rare that we get one of these.

Yeah. So they finally let me off the
leash.

Flying solo.

It's quite exciting.

I mean... It's very tragic.

Erm... I'll finish up.

Take his own life.

He was making plans for next week. How
do you know that? Because they were

with me.

I can't bundle. I know it's awful to cut
to the plate, but Bill's right. He's

been rather burdened by the work reason.

Why are there so many clocks on the
monthly?

I thought you hid them.

Did you two do that?

What do you want now, Trevor?

The coots, Lady Eileen. They appear to
be departing.

Recipitously.

Lady Caterham requests your assistance.

There you are. Jimmy, do you have to be
such a glumping elephant?

Is it true about Jerry Wade?

Yes.

Good Lord.

Are you all right?

Someone said you found him.

I don't think any of us are fine,
Buntle.

He was the absolute best of us.

He really was.

Make them hurry, Oswald, before that
ghastly woman appears. Oh, come on,

Bateman. There's no time to be dilly
-dallying around.

Oh, no. Ah, good.

Flying the nest early, I understand.

Lady Caterham.

Yes.

My wife is much affected by this tragic
event.

Tragic. Humbug.

I beg your pardon.

I find they soothe in times of
difficulty.

Thank you, no.

Oswald.

Do you realize that we have three more
days remaining on our agreement?

We are not a family prone to refund, I'm
afraid.

No.

Didn't think you would be.

Foreign office, wasn't he, the lad who
died?

He was a dear family friend.

All crates and cases packed, ready for
departure.

I have the list.

Good Bateman. They'd excellent
secretary, this lad.

Everyone should have a Bateman.

We are acquainted.

You were at school with Jerry.

And my son, Thomas.

Two years below.

On a scholarship.

Paid for by us.

Terrible business all round.

Well, I wish you swift transport and
safe travels.

Coots.

Pongo.

people make my kidneys ache.

What's she call you, Bateman? Hunger?

They think they're better than us, sir.

By virtue of birth alone. Tell me,
Bateman, who is forced to rent out her

decrepit house to pay the bills, and who
can afford to party in this crumbling

pile and walk away?

I can access this world any time I
flourish my checkbook.

See, they say you can't buy class.

but it's the cheapest most readily
available purchase in the whole of

Come on.

Thank you, Bateman. Thank you, Bateman.

You must allow her her grief.

My dear Lorraine, I will be in town on
Monday.

Let's talk again then.

I shouldn't have mentioned Seven Dials
to you tonight.

I was so tired I could barely think.

Please forget I ever said...

What's Seven Dials mean to you, Ma? Oh,

I can't keep up with all these new
drinks.

I was thinking more of an object or a
place, perhaps.

Oh, the slums.

Seven Dials?

Slum district in town, yes.

I passed through there once in error.

I was furious.

London district, really?

Not thinking of going there, are you?

Not sure.

Well, then let me be sure for you. Do
not. Horrible area. Dangerous.

Why are we even talking about it?

Everyone seems to think that Jerry
killed himself.

I just cannot believe that.

Wendell, I am... I'm genuinely sorry
about poor Jerry.

I know how fond you were of each other.

But we can never truly know...

The contents of another person's mind.

No, but you see, I can, because he told
me.

We were to have dinner on Tuesday.

I think he may have been about to
propose.

Without mentioning it to me.

Why would he be arranging that if he
were thinking of taking his own life?

I think he may have been killed.

That is a very serious accusation
bundle.

I know.

Well, who would wish harm on such a
handsome boy?

One of the guests at the party, perhaps?

Lady Coote?

He was assigned to you, Herbert.

She didn't seem very happy with him at
the end of the night. My darling, we're

all unhappy.

It doesn't mean we have to break out the
poison.

I'm not going to rest until I find out
what happened to him, Ma.

And if I were to forbid you from
embarking on such an endeavour?

And we both know I would ignore you?

You've spoken to Emily today.

Emily? Oh, the maid.

No, why would I?

I saw her talking to Lady Coote before
they left. It seemed she'd been crying.

Well, Lady Coote had that effect on me
too.

I'm serious.

Maids do tend towards crying.

They don't mind if you're mean to them.

You sound just like your father.

Thank you.

I can't believe Joey's gone.

Too much death.

Too much.

Fresh flowers for our darling men.

Why would we have put a clock on the
lawn?

As part of your prank?

Like the clocks on the mantelpiece?

One on the lawn would hardly have woken
him.

Then how did it get there?

Bundle, I swear, I have no idea.

Then how would you explain it?

I can't.

There's something you should know. Bill
and I didn't leave any clocks on the

mantelpiece that night.

Hid them all around the room.

You mean someone moved them?

I assume Jerry found them when he went
to bed that night.

But if he found them, why would he not
switch the alarms off?

Also, we hid eight alarm clocks around
his room that night, but there were only

seven arranged on the mantelpiece the
following morning.

The one on the lawn must be number
eight.

Someone must have been in Jerry's room.

After you left, but before we found his
body.

It's possible.

It's more than possible.

We have to find the truth.

Only who would have wanted to kill
Jerry?

If you have any idea, you must tell me.

The coroner's inquest is on Tuesday in
Market Basing.

If they don't declare foul play, the
police will drop the case and Jerry will

never get justice.

We owe it to him.

He liked you.

He respected you.

Fine, we'll go to the inquest together.

In the meantime, don't mention this to
anyone else.

All right.

Look, I have to go now.

Take care of yourself, Bundle.

You've spoken to all of your men?

I have, milady.

And nobody noticed the sleeping draught
bottle on Mr. Wade's bedside table at

any point during his stay? Correct.

The bedside table was always clear,
ready for his morning tea.

The staff were aware from his visits
over the years that Mr. Wade liked to

late every morning.

And to the best of my knowledge, it was
without medicinal assistance.

And did you?

Or anybody else?

Move the alarm clock in Mr. Waith's
room.

That night or first thing that morning?

Certainly not, Lady Eileen.

You're certain of that?

What a gentleman does in his own room,
with however many clocks he chooses, is

his own affair.

Where might I find Emily?

Oh, a lady.

You're not in any trouble. I just want
to ask you something.

I saw Lady Coote talking to you before
she left.

You seemed upset.

Was it something she said?

Something you'd seen?

I don't want to speak ill of anybody.

Anything you say, we'll say between us.

Will it, though?

I've seen in other houses what happens
to maids who fall out of favour.

You have my word, Emily.

I hope you know that's worth something.

I was assigned to Lady Coop when they
arrived at the start of the summer.

And how was Lady Coop?

She's very demanding.

And she never says the same thing twice.
Like, she'll ask you for one thing.

And then when you bring it, she says she
asked you for the other. And why are

you being such an idiot?

I see.

Keep going.

Do you know how long I've been here?

Who looked after your mother when your
father died?

And we'll never forget that, Emily.

Lady Coote made me feel like I was
losing my marbles.

Blaming me for anything that wasn't
right.

The sleeping draught bottle.

It was yours.

I wasn't sleeping.

And, um... Oh, God. I was so tired, and
I just broke, and I told Lady Couture it

was costing me sleep, and she gave me
the bottle and said it would help, but

that she expected me to do better. You
gave it to Jerry Wade? No, of course

my lady.

I've never even passed more than two
words with him, God rest his soul.

No, it was taken.

Coming here the night of the party, I
came back...

And he was just gone.

So who do you think could have given it
to you? Well, he couldn't have taken it.

He wouldn't be up here.

And besides, hardly anyone knew I had
it.

It was ever so strong.

You were only supposed to take the
tiniest amount, and, well, if he had the

whole bottle, well, no wonder he gave
out.

That whole inquest was a sham.

Death by misadventure.

It's a disgrace. I hope you're happy.

Telling him about the clock would have
made no difference.

It might have made him give more weight
to Emily's evidence about the sleeping

giraffe that killed Jerry.

Instead, they've closed the case. Oh,
Bundle, just leave it alone.

Honey, look at that man.

Which man?

Over there, staring at us.

Do you know him?

No.

What the blazes is he doing? Shall we go
inside?

Why would we go inside?

You asked me to lunch.

Oh, no, that was just a ruse.

I thought you'd realise that.

Then why are we here?

Lady Coote, what a surprise.

Lady Eileen.

Mr Devereaux, I trust you're in good
order. Not entirely, no.

Why didn't you inform the inquest of
what you knew concerning Jerry Wade's

death? I'm sure I don't know what you
mean.

The sleeping draught they found in his
room was yours, not Jerry's.

You gave it to Emily.

And yet you chose not to share that
information with the coroner. So because

you, the police will not investigate any
further.

You will forgive me, Lady Eileen. It
does none of us any good to revisit such

tragic event.

Where that poor boy got his poison and
what he did with it is not my concern.

You must excuse me.

I'm not entirely sure what you're trying
to achieve.

The truth?

None of this adds up.

Look. I found this letter from the
writing bureau.

Jerry was writing it to his sister
Lorraine.

In it, he says he never should have
mentioned seven dials.

And what do you... I don't know.

But it has to be connected, doesn't it?

Seven clocks on the mantelpiece, seven
dials.

Someone arranged them like that
deliberately.

If we can find out what it means, we can
find out who killed Jerry. The coroner

concluded death by misadventure, and
that has to be an end to it. Hang the

coroner. I am not going to stop until I
find out how Jerry died. He's gone.

Uncle, he's gone.

There's nothing you can do. What if it
matters to you anyway?

Jerry Wade pulled my brother's body off
the battlefield.

He was the closest friend my brother
ever had, even in death.

He was a source of incredible comfort
for both me and my family.

And he... I was more than fond of him,
Ronnie.

I owe it to him.

If there is even the remotest
possibility of foul play to get to the

Leave this with me.

Let me have a few discreet
conversations, but please, Bundle, be

speak to about this.

Jerry wouldn't have wanted you in any
danger.

Operator? Which number, please?

The gentleman I work for would be
disconnected from his last call on this

number. Which number is that?

Market Basing 4141. Market Basing 4141.
If you could reconnect the call with a

matter of identity, he's most
distraught. Hold the line, caller. I

connection myself.

Hello, Scotland Yard?

Hello?

Ma, I need the Lagonda. I'm heading up
to London.

Oh, good idea. I wouldn't mind to spin
myself.

Well, come on, then.

I'm in the devil of a hurry. Oh, well,
in which case I recant.

To be driven by you when you are not in
a rush.

Hmm. Not horrible enough.

Um... Why are you in such a hurry?

I'm amassing information regarding
Jerry's death.

Bundled no.

Absolutely not.

In my experience, people who go looking
for trouble, they usually find it.

And I have no more capacity for loss.

I'm heading to London. I can't let this
rest.

The thing is to do, Ma.

I'm going to Gotland Yard. Wish me luck.

I wish you to stay right here.

Right here.

Too much like you.

What is it, Fredwell?

Can a woman not have time alone with her
parents?

We are in receipt of an anonymous note.

addressed to Lady Eileen the Lady.

Oh, indeed.

Well, read it out.

Your ladyship may prefer to read it
herself.

No, a ladyship does not prefer. Read on,
ma 'am.

Keep your nose out of seven dials, or it
will be the end of you.

You've been shot.

Who did this?

Yes.

It's a movie.