All language subtitles for 06. Triangle at Rhodes

Oh, yeah? So what time do we call this,
then, eh?

I don't want to get you out of bed.

Here.

No good leaving all this stuff for 56B.
They're on holiday.

What, all of them? Oh, yeah.

Our Captain Hastings has gone off
shooting things.

And the Secretary's gone off to visit
his sister in Folkestone.

What about the French one?

Somewhere foreign.

Sent me a postcard with goats on it. Oh,
yeah. I remember.

Let's hope it keeps fine for him.

Madam, the last thing I want to say is
that I'm going to leave.

Thank you.

How pleased I am to see you.

Mademoiselle? Lyle.

Pamela Lyle.

I recognize you at the hotel.

I'm a great admirer.

May I clean to you, Mr. Poirot?

Yes, it would be a pleasure,
Mademoiselle.

You are in danger?

It's against all my influence, Mr.
Manfred.

With the hotel being so empty, there's a
great danger of my getting stuck for

the rest of the holiday.

The galloping may be above.

Yeah, for the picking, he tells me.

The behaviour of the English abroad is
something I have always found peculiar.

At least he's not a bottom pincher, Mr.
Poirot.

Look at them.

Troublemakers, always looking for a
fight.

Perhaps.

But for me, the English is more cold
-blooded.

His violence is more calculated.

See, my wife's exhausted, so let's get
to the hotel as fast as possible with

luggage. Make sure it's secure and stay
close behind the other car.

Excuse me, but aren't these the cars
from the Palace Hotel?

Yes, well... Well, we're staying there
too, you know.

Well, you'll have to wait for them to
come back.

The hotel, please, driver.

And try not to hit him.

Tell them, darling.

Good heavens, I do believe that's
Valentine Chantry.

Dacus, it was.

Shouldn't think this place was quite her
style.

A bit quiet for her.

She's rather marvellous, isn't she?

She has married again?

Number five, I think.

Looks a bit of a gorilla, doesn't he?

An animal attraction, would you think,
Mr. Poirot?

Well, well, well, things are looking up.

Hello!

Hello!

Been looking all over the place for you,
little lady.

Not out fishing today, Major?

Yes, earlier.

Didn't have much luck.

Perhaps, Major Barnes, you were fishing
too close to the shore.

I noticed you by the harbour.

I suppose you're right.

Too much damn dynamiting going on.

Dynamiting? The fishermen drop dynamite
around here. Damn lazy beggars. The

fish, not being fools, keep out at sea.

Will you get the luggage off immediately
and take it straight to our room? I do

not understand why we weren't meant
properly.

Well, I think it's simply wonderful.

So unspoiled. It's pretty enough.

But such a long way to come.

Such an awful journey.

You'll enjoy bathing and lazing about.

We could have done that in Brixton.

Why you wanted to drag us all this way?
You'll adore it here, I know.

I can see that you mean to enjoy
yourself.

Oh, well. Give me a bath and a bed and a
hat.

It was better in the morning.

Tony, darling.

Yes? My cigarette case.

She makes me feel so undercooked. I'm so
patchy still.

She really is so lucky.

Oh, dear.

That bathing dress is a mistake.

Morning. Good morning.

Good morning.

Lovely day.

Shall I put yours here, darling?

Yes, so I can get a little bit of sun.

I feel so dreadfully faded, but I
freckle rather than going brown.

Have you ever been to Rhodes before?

No, it's lovely, isn't it? Such a clever
idea of yours, darling.

Scarcely heard of the place.

Thought it was Greek, maybe, or Turkish.

No idea it was Aitai.

If it were only nearer England.

Did you come from Brindisi?

Yes, came on the ferry last night.

lovely, so blue.

I think we ought to go in now, Douglas,
don't you?

Oh, yes.

Rather.

In a minute.

Just pull that towel a little flatter,
would you, darling?

Tony, darling, would you mind?

What? I've left a little pot of face
cream in the bathing hut. I meant to

it with me. Do get it for me, there's
nature.

Yes, darling.

He must be crazy about her, wouldn't you
say?

I like to get well -hotted up first. I
like my dip last thing.

Oh, dear, I can't get this thing undone.
I'm hopeless. I... Um, I wonder,

would you...

Can

I do it for you?

Oh, you are kind. I'm such a fool that
I'm doing things that... Oh, you are a

clever boy. You've done it.

We must have been on the same ferry.

It's Douglas, isn't it?

Yes, Douglas Gould.

Darling Douglas, you have been so kind
to me. My husband, Tony. How do you do?

How do you do?

And your wife's called?

Marjorie. Yes.

That human beings tend to reproduce
certain patterns, Mr. Poirot.

Stereotyped pattern.

Precisement, mademoiselle.

No, Marjorie wasn't feeling too well.

Probably too much sun this morning.

So I came alone.

Well, we'll just have to make the best
of it.

On our own.

Madam Jones. Hello.

I was noticing this particular dig here.
They have some fresh water and tea

water for them.

Fascinating. Yes.

And what a beautiful day.

Douglas and I are always lucky in our
weather.

You do not bathe this afternoon, madame?

No, only once a day.

We'd arranged to go on a tour of the old
city this afternoon, but somehow or

other we missed each other. Indeed.

You know, Mr. Poirot, when one sees so
much trouble and unhappiness and so many

couples divorcing each other and that
sort of thing, one does feel very

for one's own happiness.

It is pleasant to hear you say so,
madame.

That's why I feel so sorry for people
who aren't happy.

Mrs. Chantry, for instance.

Madame Chantry?

In a way, one feels sorry for her.

I mean, in spite of all her money and
good looks, she's the sort of woman I

think that men would get tired of very
easily.

Don't you think so?

Men are just like children.

They believe anything.

I gather you are a detective, Mr.
Poirot.

How long are you in Rome?

Sadly, madame, I leave on Saturday.

Douglas, the pink gin.

I positively must have the pink gin.

Have a nice bathe, Tony, darling.

Hasn't it been a marvellous day in my
life?

Oh.

Tony?

Tony? Good afternoon.

We wander over there.

Valentine certainly has her methods.

So is it that you don't like all this?

Don't you? Nor do I.

No, let's be honest. I suppose I do like
it, really.

In fact, I've arranged a little
excursion for tomorrow.

Two hours driving and all this ludicrous
climbing and all there is at the top is

another ruin. But wait till you see the
view.

My, sir.

C 'est magnifique.

Be careful.

I don't like it here. I think we should
go back.

Damn place.

It isn't safe to walk in. They're
everywhere.

In the old days, Rhodes was known as the
Island of Snakes.

You can see the markings so clearly.

As a warning, madam.

Nature gives to the quarry of the viper
a chance to identify his attacker.

If every killer was as clearly marked, I
would be without a job.

Do we have to have this?

We can't hear ourselves speak.

Let us not be disrespectful of the local
customs, Commander.

I can't understand a word of this

thing. Well, take mine. This one's got
some English.

Translation's a bit rough.

Is this wine?

It's like pink gin.

It's stuck.

It has to be locked.

We're doing it all the time.

Well, I belong to the old -fashioned
generation that doesn't believe in

The sort of attitude there is to life
nowadays that if you do a thing and you

don't like it, you get yourself out of
it as quickly as possible. Easy

easy divorce.

I hate that.

You seem to know a great deal about
marriage, Mrs. Gold.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

It strikes me you've been listening to
far too many scandal -mongers.

Just because a woman is good -looking,
people come down on her like a ton of

bricks. Oh, but I didn't mean... Oh,
dear!

Marjorie?

There was no need for that.

Yes, well, I can't imagine why you
brought your wife on holiday anyway,

What do you mean?

Because you only have eyes for
Valentine.

Don't be ridiculous.

You must be drunk.

If you and my wife think you can put
this one over on me, you're very much

mistaken. I'll not be got rid of as
easily as all that.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to
order now?

Ah, very good.

The bowels in spit.

I have your assurance it is the kidney
of the lamb, but on a skewer, yes?

Ah, c 'est parfait.

Then for me, the bowels in spit.

Forgive me. I thought I might be alone
here.

May I give you some advice, madame?

Oh, yes, yes, please.

Your husband loves you. I know it.

How can you know it?

She's got hold of him body and soul. He
doesn't think of me anymore. I don't

count. Oh, I can't bear it. I can't bear
it.

Then my advice to you, madame, is this.

Leave this place before it is too late.

Too late?

What do you mean?

You're frightening me.

Yes.

That is my intention.

But why?

Why?

It is my advice to you.

Leave this island if you value your
life.

We'll be sorry to see you go, Monsieur
Poirot.

Your tickets are with the passport.

And my reservation link has been
confirmed.

A sleeping berth on the night boat.

Merci. Oh, will you be taking dinner
tonight?

Um, yes, something light before I
travel.

Major Barnes has provided the kitchen
with some barboune.

Ah.

Your red mallet would be ideal.

Merci.

Catch them unawares. First thing in the
morning.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, please.

With care, with care.

Regardez, regardez.

Look, look, look.

Voilà. Les autres ici, the others here.

infatuated. He says he wants a divorce.

I don't know what to do.

It's terrible.

What do you think?

It's such a shame you're leaving, Mr.
Poirot. I don't know how you can when

things are just hotting up.

The chartreuse and the gold are getting
into more and more of a fiddle. It's

rather shocking.

Marjorie thinks that Valentine will
divorce Chantry and marry Douglas.

Really?

Look, they're over there.

I can't see Chantry giving up without a
fight.

Who could have predicted such passion,
Mr. Poirot?

There is a crisis of the nose, Satine.

I quite agree.

Pointless point in the whole drinking
show.

Quite my feelings exactly.

Shall we go in together? Oh, dear.

I was half hoping there'd be a murder,
so you'd stay.

Jolly good shot.

The ladies have gone off on an evening
drive.

Something of a reconciliation, I gather.

Well, there's been too much bad temper
and bickering.

Indeed.

Sorry you're leaving, Poirot.

Not had much time for a chat.

Well, you've been very busy, Major, huh?

The mullet was excellent.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Oh, yes.

Where did you buy it?

What do you mean?

Had to go a long way out for that.

No, no, no, no, Major.

Your interests are closer to the shore.

My car, please.

Certainly, Monsieur Poirot.

The Italians, I notice, are
strengthening their harbor defenses for

use?

You're very sharp -eyed, Mr. Poirot.

The sharp eyes are important in both our
professions, Major.

Well done. Well done, Douglas.

Thank you. Shall I?

Have a good game, gentlemen.

Capital.

Fellow's too good for me.

Ran out with a break of 46.

Pure fluke, I assure you.

What'll you have?

Uh, a pig gin, please. And you, Major.
This one's on me. Very kind of you. I'll

have a whiskey and soda. And two whiskey
and sodas.

My bag.

I've worked pretty hard all my life, you
know. No time for holidays.

Don't get me wrong. I've seen a bit of
life this past few years, I can tell

Excuse me, Major.

Where have you been, darling? Up to the
Temple of Apollo to see the sunset.

That's the most marvellous view,
darling. Right across to Turkey. We must

tomorrow. Sounds like a good idea.

Miss Lyle, what will you have? Oh,
thanks. A sidecar, please.

Darling? Pink gin.

Oh, have that one. I'll order another.

Oh, rather.

Mrs. Gold?

Orangeade, please.

Barman, can we have a sidecar and a pink
gin? Oh, I needed that.

Are you sure you wouldn't like something
stronger, Mrs. Gold?

Oh, all right then. Gin and ginger beer,
please.

Darling. Well, it feels like a
celebration.

Right you are, then. Gin and ginger beer
it is.

Barman.

Yes, please.

Would you mind stepping over here,
please, sir?

What I've been meaning to say all the
time we've been here is that your

are so clever. It's such a marvellous
line.

Are you all right? What's the matter?

I need a drink.

Tasted queer.

The pink tip.

This.

Give her some room.

Drink this, Val.

Try to drink this.

Who knows what to do?

I'll get a doctor.

That was my drink, Gold.

I'd not touch it.

She's dead.

She's dead.

You killed her.

You meant to kill me, but you killed
her.

I'll see you hang for this gold.

I'll see you hang for this.

Aye.

I didn't do anything.

You will not leave this island until you
explain all movements exactly.

How can I leave this island now? My ship
has gone, you idiot!

What is the matter? What are you doing
here?

Mr. Forrest, thank God, I thought you'd
left.

You must come quickly.

Valentine Chantry is dead.

Someone poisoned her husband's glass.

And she drank it.

I feared such an outcome.

Then why didn't you do something?

Do what? What is there to do before the
event?

Tell the police that someone has murder
in their heart?

No.

I will come.

And now, monsieur, I have more pressing
matters to attend to.

I am a detective, not a spy.

Kindly. Send my bags to the hotel.

was attracted to her.

Who wouldn't be?

It was within the bounds of propriety,
Poirot.

Did she confide in you?

A little.

Was Valentine Chantry a happy woman,
would you say?

In her marriage, you mean.

She was rather lost and afraid.

Afraid of what?

Of Chantry.

She thought he was jealous.

Of you?

of anyone who paid attention to her.

She was so helpless in many ways,
Poirot, I felt protective towards her.

But somehow everything got out of hand.

Chantry behaving like a bull at the
gate, then Marjorie getting hysterical.

Monsieur Gold, do you love your wife?

Of course I do.

She's all the world to me.

You are a Catholic?

Yes.

Your faith will be a great compliment.

Not while I have the power to prevent
it, monsieur.

The poison was contained in the empty
bottle, which we discovered in Mr.

dinner jacket pocket.

It is a safe to touch.

The only fingerprints on it were Douglas
Gold's.

Mrs. Chantry was a very beautiful woman.

A public affair was taking place between
her and Douglas Gold.

But Commander Chantry was a very
possessive husband.

He would not relinquish his wife.

The lover poisons the husband's glass,
and then, just when his attention is

elsewhere, the wife drinks it instead.

Echo. Oh, it is a scene worthy of the
Italian opera, Inspector.

I assume that you asked Douglas Gold to
empty the contents of his pockets

himself? Yes.

Then it is hardly surprising that his
fingerprints should be found on a

container.

Is it?

Do you not find it peculiar, Inspector,
that this calculating murderer should be

discovered with this very bottle of
poison in his pocket?

There is no doubt, Signore.

When the cold -blooded Englishman comes
out into the sun, perhaps it warms his

passion.

But

Monsieur

Cole does not admit his guilt. On the
contrary, he protests his innocence.

Just because the wrong person died,
there is no defense.

Escortatelo fuori.

What do you mean I can't pick up my
passport?

They are my express instructions from
the police, Commander.

I want my wife's body given a decent
burial back in England, not in some

of the Italian Empire.

Now, there's a ship leaving this
afternoon, and there's going to be a

stink if I'm not on it.

Commander Chantry?

There is no recompense I can make for
the loss of your wife.

Nothing I can say to you that's
adequate.

Only that I have lost a husband.

Oh, Mr. Poirot, if only we had taken
your advice.

Advice?

What advice?

Mr. Poirot recommended that we leave the
island some days ago.

Then I wish you'd warned me also, Mr.
Poirot.

You are going to visit your husband,
madame?

Yes. Then believe me when I tell you
that he is innocent.

And you may rest assured that he will
soon be released.

Excuse me.

If you please, one tisane on the
terrace.

Merci.

What's going off, Poirot?

Make all these confounded mysteries, and
it's useless asking you to explain.

I have told you, Douglas Gold is
innocent.

But that means that one of us poisoned
the glass.

Indeed.

Merci.

And we shall know who when we know from
where the poison came.

But there we have the problem, huh?

The police will not allow me any further
facilities.

For them, the case is dried and cut.

Then I may be able to help you.

I trust I may speak among friends.

The forensic officer is a friend of
mine.

You understand, Mr. Poirot.

This is a matter of extreme delicacy.

May we?

Came out here on holiday, Mr. Poirot.

Fell in love with the place.

You have examined the poison, monsieur?

Yes, it's local.

Rodian.

Very good.

The Knights of St. John were hospitables
before they were warriors. It's one of

their potions.

Medicinal in its diluted form, lethal
when neat.

It's snakebite.

It's from the fangs of the horned viper.

The island's still full of superstition.

It's called Vileterio Ochius.

Where would such a poison be obtained?

Not on the shores of a pharmacist.

Some herbalist or quack.

If you really want to search, try the
streets around here.

There

are

so many streets.

Where do we begin?

We must now appear the mad English who
go out in the midday sun.

And we must trust in the old town to
give up.

Hello, hello.

I don't know.

I don't know.

No, you wait.

Grandma!

Grandma!

What happened?

Don't be afraid.

No, no,

you don't understand.

I don't want to buy some poison.

I want to know if you sold any to
someone else.

Yesterday, Or the day before.

Πριν δύο ημέρας.

Λέγε κάποιον άλλο, γιαγιά. Κάποιον άλλο
Άγγλο άνθρωπο πριν δύο μέρες. Αυτή η

γυναίκα. Εννοεί αυτή τη γυναίκα προχθές.

Ναι. Ναι, κάποιος ήρθε. Ναι. Πριν δύο
μέρες.

Άγγλος.

Tall.

Megalos.

And his hair.

Was it like mine?

Oh, darker.

Not man,

lady.

Yes, English lady.

Poirot. The poison was sold to me in
gold.

Of course.

So, do you comprehend?

But why ever did you want to help Aslan
poison Chantry?

My dear, mademoiselle Pamela, it is not
a question of who failed to murder the

commander Chantry, but who and for what
reason succeeded in murdering his wife.

Yes,

the passports were stolen.

He was distracted by a scream.

Mrs. Gold was disturbed.

A mantis flew in and settled on a
pillow.

After last night's terrible event, he
left the desk.

Is Commander Chantry still in the hotel?

Commander Chantry is on camera.

Archie.

Bien.

Marjorie Golden Chantry.

Oh, yes, mademoiselle Pamela. The
Eternal Triangle. You remember?

But not the one that you were supposed
to see.

It was only the reactions of Madame Gold
and the jealous blasters of the

Commander Chantry that made you think
that Douglas Gold was in love with the

Commander's wife, Valentine Chantry.

You see, Madre Gold and the Commander
Chantry had started their affair in

England. They planned to meet here and
stage their crime publicly.

Chantry inserted the poison into his own
drink and passed it to his wife. She

drank it, and then in the confusion, he
slipped the bottle of poison into the

pocket of Douglas Gold.

But now we must stop them before they
can leave the island.

Already they have obtained their
passports.

I will check the boat for Brindisi.

You ask if anyone has seen them.

Excuse me.

Are the English people on board?

English people? No, no, no. They're not
on board.

I don't know. They're on board.

Brindisi.

Thank you.

Age of Worms?

Keep up appearances, Poirot.

The swordfish is five days old.

It's not the Italians I've been keeping
an eye on. It's the English.

Commander Chantry has taken to fishing.

He and Mrs. Gold are heading out to the
Turkish coast.

When did you first realize about Mrs.
Gold?

Her performance was without fault,
except in one particular.

Follow! Ahead!

That scene she created at the caverna...

She suggested that her husband wanted a
divorce.

Eh bien, I have just observed that
Michio Gold was a Catholic.

The whole thing did not make sense.

Unless, of course, he were watching the
elaborate garage.

Hurry, look above.

Could he be armed or not?

I do not think they would dare risk
bringing the gun onto the island.

Their method is more extreme.

Then I can deal with the commander.

English, if you do not stop trying to
kill each other, I shall put you all

arrest.

That includes you, Signor Poirot.

Poor Douglas Gould.

He's staying on, you know, to the end.

Well, he should leave.

I told his wife to leave, but she took
no notice.

Can't you stay on a few more days?

Impossible.

She'll regret it.

I really enjoyed our little adventure.

Trying to sneak off the island again,
are you?

Not at all, Major, not at all. I thought
I should leave before the inspector

changes his mind.

Look, if you see me at the harbour,
pretend you don't know me.

Where are you headed, Major?

Abyssinia?

I'm at Hades. Did you know that?

Well, you know, I assumed you'd want to
be there for the ostrich shooting

season.

Au revoir.

Goodbye, Monsieur Poirot.

I hope we shall meet again.

Au revoir, madame.