All language subtitles for 03 - The Lost Mine

Community chest.

You've won second prize in a beauty
contest.

Collect ten pounds.

Thank you very much, Hastings.

It would appear that skill plays but a
little part in this game, huh?

It's all about skill.

What to buy and when.

Where to put your property.

My name is Wu Ling.

Han Wu Ling.

I have a reservation.

Ah, yes.

Mr. Wu Ling.

Room 306.

Do you have a box of matches, please?

Certainly, sir.

If you wouldn't mind, sir.

I will build a hotel on Fenchurch
Street.

You can't build a hotel on a railway
station.

Do not be absurd, Hastings. There are
plenty of hotels at railway stations.

But that's not in the rules.

Well, then, Hastings, the rules are
wrong.

Houses and hotels cannot be mortgaged.

All buildings on the site must be sold
back to the bank before property can be

mortgaged. The bank will pay one half of
what was paid for them.

It's insane, quite insane.

Oh, the Chinese have been there in the
market for months.

Who could have seen it coming?

I'm not surprised they went under.

Another tragedy on the serpentine?

Another suicide, Mr. Poirot.

The imperial cropped collapse.

It's hardly been out of the news. Big
investment company.

Promised its shareholders 100 %
dividend.

They took a straight nosedive. A lot of
folk have been completely wiped out.

Well, if you put your head in the mouth
of a lion, you cannot complain if one

day he bites it off, huh?

I say, our TZ's at seven and six.

Do you think I should switch now or hold
tight a little longer? Well, my view is

that there...

I am off now to the bank.

I shall return at lunchtime.

Never made a speculative investment in
his life.

And I still have my head, Hastings.

Good morning. Not at all.

Hello.

How's the boy? Good.

Have Mr. Wooling sent straight up here
when he arrives.

Thank you.

Oh, there's a gentleman called round to
see you, sir. He's in the lounge.

Perhaps we should telephone his hotel.

The St. James Hotel.

Can I have a seat, please?

Mr. Wu Ling.

Thank you. Yes, he was around here a
moment ago.

If you'd like to hold on, I'll go and
have a look.

My bill, please. One moment, sir.

Bonjour.

My name is Poirot.

I would like to ascertain, if you
please, the exact balance in my skull.

There is my number.

Certainly, sir. One moment, please.
Thank you.

Mais non.

C 'est impossible.

How can I be 50 pounds of a round?

It is a point of principle that I
already keep my balance at 444 pounds, 4

shillings, and 4 pence.

A point of principle.

I shall take it once more, sir.

It's all right.

Oh, thank goodness for that.

No.

No, this isn't Mr. Wolding.

I'm most dreadful, darling. There's been
a misunderstanding.

I don't apologize.

I hope so.

I've rechecked the figures, sir, and
it's a mistake.

You're not a goat drawn by 50 pounds.

I'm afraid you're a goat drawn by 60
pounds.

There's no doubt. This time, I'm afraid,
sir.

It's going to be an outrage.

I shall take this to the highest level.
Do you hear me?

Nobody makes Poirot look a fool where
money is concerned.

One hundred.

Two hundred.

Three hundred.

Four hundred.

Five hundred.

Six hundred.

Not your night tonight, old man.

and puff all over the dice like the
weeping grumpus.

Mr. Poirot. Yes?

You have a visitor.

A visitor? A visitor?

It's Lord Pearson from your bank.

Lord Pearson? My bank?

Ah!

My bank!

Mr. Poirot, I can't apologize enough.

I am very pleased to hear you say so
personally.

Yes. I realize it's a little late, but
you see... Not at all, not at all, Lord

Pearson. It is better late than never,
as you English say. Please do take a

seat, huh?

And may I offer you a drink?

Oh, a dry sherry, thank you.

You see... Hey, things.

A little something for you, my friend.

Oh, all right, thank you. This is a
matter of such vital concern to us all

I don't think that I or any of the
bank's directors will sleep easily in

beds until it's been sorted out.

Well, I must admit that I have not seen
it in quite that light, but... Yes, Lord

Pearson, I have to agree with you. It is
certainly most vital.

Oh, you... You know about the
disappearance of Mr. Wu Ling, then?

Monsieur Wu Ling?

Ah.

Hastings, be so kind as to pour me the
little brandy.

You have any idea what this is, Mr.
Poirot?

Some kind of mineral ore?

Not much to look at.

But smelt this down, burn off the lead
impurities, and you're left holding a

nugget of top -grade 24 -carat silver.

Indeed.

And this came from where?

About 200 miles inland from Rangoon,
deep in the Burmese mountains.

There's an old mine.

The Chinese worked it for 300 years
until 1878.

Then it collapsed, became lost to view.

For half a century, men have died, gone
mad, trying to find it again, to seize

its riches.

So far, it's eluded them all.

And this Monsieur Ling, he has some
bearing on this lost mine?

It appears there's a map.

Of the mine's location?

It was handed down to Wu Ling through
his family.

This week, he came here to sell it to
us.

Arrangements were made for him to meet
the board this morning to discuss a

price. And he did not appear as planned,
huh?

Exactly.

And yet we know he arrived off the boat
at Southampton.

He got to the hotel all right, and we
know he left there this morning around

ten.

Since then, I've checked.

He hasn't been seen or heard of.

Something's gone wrong, Mr Poirot.

I know something's gone wrong.

I'm Johnny.

businessman from Rangoon.

That was the name in his wallet.

How can you be sure it is him, Chief
Inspector?

Burmese authorities wired this photo
over.

There was no sign of your map on him,
I'm afraid.

I see.

And he was stabbed in the back, you say?

At least three times.

The wounds are rather peculiar,
consistent with some sort of curved

knife being used.

Ah, Lord Pearson, I'm sorry to have
called you away from your engagement,

but Mr. Poirot here says you might be
able to help us with Mr. Ling's death.

You may rely on the Chief Inspector's
job, Lord Pearson. He is the soul of

discretion.

How well did you know this gentleman,
sir?

Well, we...

Never actually met.

Of course, it corresponded on a regular.

My God, I... I just can't believe he's
dead.

You suspect some kind of Chinese ritual?

Let's just say we're in treacherous
waters here, Poirot.

Very treacherous waters indeed.

He seemed a quiet, well -behaved sort of
gentleman.

Oriental, of course.

I see.

And this room's not been cleaned up
since the morning he left the hotel?

Well, there's been a lot to do. We've
been short of staff and... He's all the

better for the investigations of the
chief inspector.

Doesn't look hopeful.

Must have taken the map with him.

There's nothing more that I can...
Hello.

Chinese, most of it.

Very sinister.

Ah, there's a name here in English.

Charles Lester.

Business associate, maybe.

There's nothing else for us in this
room.

Come on, Poirot.

Ah, forgive me, but, um... Did you not
say that upon the day of his arrival,

Monsieur Wuling asked you for a box of
matches?

Yes, to light his cigarette.

Aren't these most curious?

Has he already had a full box in his
suitcase?

Off you go.

Things are on the move, Poirot.

You've got a moment to come and see some
modern police work, innit?

I think you'll find this interesting,
Poirot.

It's a good deal more sophisticated than
anything they've got on the continent.

This is very self -coordinated.

With military precision.

The days with Bobby on the bicycle are
long gone, I'm afraid.

My dear Jacques, this is truly most
impressive.

Message understood.

Report as necessary.

Out.

What are they doing?

Surveillance, Byron.

We're on the trial of a... Excuse me.

Control to Unit 7, reading you loud and
clear, state your position, over.

Control to Unit 7, subject located at
Chowcat Sauna, Rupert Street,

0900 hours, over.

Unit 7, stay with him and keep us
informed, over and out.

Might be a false lead or it might not.
We've been making inquiries around that

boat Wu Ling was on.

Found out he was seen in the company of
this man.

Reginald Dyer.

Twice convicted of currency fraud. And a
known associate of several criminal

syndicates in Hong Kong.

Could be just the link we're looking
for. If he is, we'll have him.

There he is.

Unit 7 to Control.

Subject sighted emerging from Chow Cat
Corner.

Hailing cab.

Entering vehicle.

I'm awaiting instructions.

Over.

Stay on his tail, Unit 7, and report
your itinerary.

Unit 8.

Come in, Unit 8. This is Control.

Unit 8 to control. 8 to control. Over.

Unit 8, subject heading towards city.

Proceed to rendezvous point. Over.

Message understood.

Out.

Unit 8 to control. 8 to control. I can
see them now. We're on their tail. Over.

Unit 10. Unit 10.

Join cars 7 and 8.

We'll be one step ahead of them this
time, all right.

You know where he's going? No, but I
fancy I can guess, Captain Hastings.

Chinatown.

Subject has a lighted and paid -off
taxi.

Subject seems to be waiting for someone.

Subject being joined by two Orientals,
one with a briefcase.

Subject now being handed briefcase.

It's a probable pickup.

Cars 8 and 10.

Are you in position? Over.

Car 8 to control.

In position now, sir. Over.

Car 10 to control.

10 to control.

Moving into position.

Over.

Object moving off.

Reginald Dyer, I must ask you to
accompany me to the police station.

And I must warn you that anything you
say will be taken down and may be used

evidence against you.

We've got him!

Jolly good.

Good work, sir.

Jolly good.

Splendid, sir.

So you reckon this Reggie Dyer killed
our Mr. Lick? Oh, no more when I've

questioned him. Are you coming along,
Poirot?

The name you discovered in the notebook
of Mr. Lehman. Charles Lester. We've

tried him twice this morning. He was
out.

Well, it may be of no worth, but...
He'll be my guest. For the moment, I've

more important fish to fry.

Well, Hastings, while the chief
inspector is frying his important fish,

see what we can catch.

The name is one I recall.

Yes.

Rangoon.

Right. We'd done one or two deals
together.

I guess he was just planning to look me
up. Be a natural thing to do.

And that's why he had my name written
down in his book.

And yet he had not contacted you since
his arrival here in London.

You guys coming in here, this is the
first I've heard of it.

Well, I thank you for your time,
monsieur.

And... We will disturb you no longer.

I really wish I could be more health.

I mean, I know you're like one of
England's top gumshoes, right?

I admire your work greatly.

Thank you.

Oh, you wrote this little letter. Take
it. My compliments.

You a speculator, too? Well, I dabble in
guilt consoles.

Hastings.

Thank you. I'll study it with interest.

Right. And if you want me to suggest a
few schemes, my number's right on the

back. No obligation.

Well, good day, Mr.

Lester.

So long, Hercule.

My dear fellow, I don't know anything
about a map.

All I did was have a couple of drinks
with the chap on the flight back from

Kong.

Does that make me a murderer?

I suppose you won this on the Irish
sweepstake.

You've got nothing on me, Jim.

Not a single shred of evidence to keep
me here a minute longer. Listen, Dyer.

I'm going to nail your grubby little
hide if it takes from now until... Mr.

Dyer, the letter did that.

Don't worry, Mr. Dyer. This won't take
long.

Do you recognize anybody in these
photographs?

Hmm.

Hmm. They're not very good quality, are
they? Never mind about the quality. Is

this the man who came to Mr. Ling, or
isn't it?

No. No, it's definitely not him.
Definitely not.

Hmm.

Well, stands to reason, I suppose.

Donald's too canny to show himself. He'd
have an accomplice.

Excuse me.

Is this Mr. Ling?

He spoke with the American accent, yeah?

Um, yeah.

I believe he did, now you've come to
mention it.

Shall we go?

American accent!

The Americans already put the month
before the date, I think. Ah.

Yes, they're very backwards people.

You know, if you'll excuse me, I think
I'll just pop back and have another word

with that chap Lester. One or two of his
schemes look quite interesting.

I must just... Oh, damn.

Excuse me, I think one of you dropped
in. Oh, thank you. You're welcome.

Well, I'll be damned.

Something is the matter, Monsieur? It's
him.

No question about it.

This is the fellow that called to see
Mr. Ling.

I guess I panicked.

When I read about the murder, you see,
this kind of thing, it's not exactly

for business.

Right now, it's not exactly good for
you.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, this guy, Ling.

I lied about doing some deals with him
before. The fact is I'd never met him. I

never heard of him before in my life.

Suddenly he just calls up out of the
blue and tells me he's just arrived in

country and he has something I might be
interested in.

And so you go to meet him at his hotel?

We have one drink and then we go off in
a cab somewhere, some Chinese dive.

Well, halfway through the meal he gets
up to go use the phone and never comes

back.

Yes, the last I ever saw them.

This Chinese dive.

They can verify your story, I hope.

Well, I can't be exactly sure where it
was.

The body of Mr. Wu Ling was found in an
alley near to the docks. No.

No, it was nowhere near the docks. I
would have remembered.

Look, you have to believe me. I didn't
kill the guy. I mean, why would I want

kill him?

Mr. Lester?

I, uh... I have to go out now, Miss
Morham.

I can't say when I'll be back.

Chinatown. That's the key to this
puzzle.

When we get to the root of it, we'll
find it's the Tongs.

Ah. The tongues, oui.

Do you know how many years I've been
after those vermin now?

Seven.

Seven long years.

And this time they're not going to slip
the leash.

You seem very sure of your ground, Chief
Inspector.

Well, it all fits, doesn't it?

Reggie Dyer meets Ling on the boat,
finds out about the lost mine, sells the

information to these oriental devils who
then carve him up and make off with a

map, scuttling back to their evil nests
down in the East End.

I'm not sure about this chap Lester.

He's a strange piece of work.

What do you say, Poirot?

In my opinion, there is but one
solution.

To build a house on Whitechapel.

Eh?

Whitechapel? It's ambitious stuff,
Poirot.

Quite certain.

Quite certain, thank you, Hastings.

Yes, indeed, Chief Inspector. There are
curious features about this case.

For example, the cigarette stubs in the
ashtray of Mr. Wooling.

Cigarette stubs?

The color of the ends. You observed it,
of course.

Then there is the mystery of the matches
in the suitcase.

Why does a man with a full box of
matches ask for another to light his

cigarette?

Why does he?

Well, when we know that...

No doubt we will have our solution.

No doubt.

Well, good night, gentlemen.

Good night, Chief Inspector.

Inscrutable folk, the Chinese.

Quite so, Hastings.

Quite so.

How has Chief Inspector Jack gone?

He has left just this second.

There's a phone call for him from a Mrs.
Lester.

She sounds quite hysterical.

I will take it in here, Miss Lamont.

Hello,

Madam Lester?

Madam, please try to be calm. It is our
cupola.

Yes.

You are certain?

Your husband left his office this
afternoon by taxi and he has not

And to where has he taken his taxi?

I see.

Chinatown.

You're absolutely sure?

Oh, yes.

And they're peaking now, but I've heard
a whisper they may be riding for a fall.

Right.

So, sell the book. Not one telephone
call this morning?

No.

This letter came second post.

Thank you.

What about the united gold?

Well, let's put it on the blue chip.

In fact, you could do a lot worse than
convert... No, this is intolerable.

My cheque to the telephone company.

It has been returned by the bank.

They are threatening to cut us off.

Miss Lemon, get me the chairman of the
telephone company on the phone this

instant.

My financial affairs have always been
beyond reproach. Four hundred and forty

-four pounds, four shillings and four
pounds.

It is a point of principle. And now this
is my name to be... Good morning.

Is Mr. Poirot in?

Yes. Is Mrs.

Lester?

Mrs. Charles Lester.

town district to interview a Mr Ho,
known for associating with Reginald

Afternoon, gents. Sorry to break up the
fun, but there's one or two questions

we'd like to ask you.

We know Reggie Dyer's a friend of yours.
We know you've done business with him.

So let me put it this way, Mr Ho.

You will be wanting your license for
this place renewed.

I just want him back, Mr. Poirot.

He's not an evil man.

I just wish I knew what was going on.

All I ask, madame, is that you tell me
the truth.

No matter how bad it may seem for your
husband.

Well, he's been a changed man for some
months now.

Different moods. One moment so calm and
relaxed, and then suddenly,

oh, God, if you could see him.

And then, yesterday morning, I was going
through the wardrobe, and I

found... Yes, madame, what is it that
you found?

His dark blue suit.

The trousers were damp at the bottom,
caked with dirt.

And then... this fell out of his jacket.

The passport of Monsieur Boulin.

You said the truth, Mr. Poirot.

Yes, madame.

Come on, Lex.

Round the back.

Please. Come on.

You wish to play, Chief Inspector?

No, thank you.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Very good.

What's this?

What did our friend across the road tell
us, Jameson?

The red eye, I think he said.

It's just a fellow, sir.

Storage facility.

Really?

Oh, blimey.

What is it, sir?

Opium, Sergeant.

Passport to paradise.

Ciao, Fang.

How's business?

Hello, Reggie.

Well now, Reggie, this is what I call
being caught in the act.

Look, there's been some mistake.

Brought back one or two holiday
souvenirs from the Far East, I see.

You're going to need more than a clever
dick lawyer to save your skin this time,

my boy.

Sir.

Don't we know him?

Yes.

His name's Lester.

It would appear from this telegram that
Dyer has now been arrested for the

smuggling of opium.

And Lester also has been found in the
den.

I've wrapped it up, then.

Lester's already lied to us once, and
what his wife told us confirms it.

He murdered Ling and stole the map.

Case closed.

Yes.

450 pounds, if you please, Hastings.

Because he is still in a deep coma, they
will not be able to question him for

several hours.

Thank you.

Just one good throw, that's all I need.

Ah!

A double.

Chance.

Go to jail.

Wonderful.

You are right, Hastings. It is indeed
wonderful.

Not only the whole thing has become
perfectly clear.

Yep.

Where are we going now?

Mr.

Poirot?

Mr.

Poirot!

Ah, Lord Pearson.

You have received my message.

Of course.

Came as soon as I could.

What's happened?

There have been one or two developments,
sir, which I think you may be able to

help us with.

For certain?

Anything I can.

Do we have him at last?

Do we have the killer?

Oh, yes.

We have the killer, mon ami.

This man is Mr. Charles Lester.

former business contact of Wu Ling and
part -time opium addict.

A couple of hours ago, he searched his
office and we came up with this map,

which I'm sure you'll be able to
identify for us as the map to the lost

mine.

Well, my Chinese isn't very good, Chief
Inspector, but whatever this is, it

isn't the map to the mine.

More like some page from an atlas or
something.

An atlas?

Well, it looks like you don't have a
shred of evidence to keep me here,

Inspector. Am I correct?

In which case, I take it I'm free to go?

I think not, Monsieur.

If you did not kill Monsieur Wu Ling,
perhaps you can explain how

your wife came to find this in your
jacket pocket.

I don't have any idea.

I didn't kill the... Of course he killed
him.

There's your evidence right there.

Wuling's passport.

But I did not say it was the passport of
Monsieur Wuling, my friend.

So how could you possibly have known?

Well, God damn it, I can see what it is
from here. Indeed, but this is not a

passport, no.

It is a set of rules for the game of
Monopoly.

You just... Lord Pearson, I'm afraid
you're under arrest for murder.

You set this whole thing up.

Brought me here to identify the map. But
you already have the map, mon ami.

You stole it from Monsieur Wu Ling on
the very day of his arrival when you had

him brutally killed by your Chinese
thugs.

Oh, yes.

Lord Pearson knows Chinatown well.

He himself likes to gamble here in the
Red Dragon, where Monsieur Lester is

the frequent visitor to the casino's
opium dens.

Each night you satisfy your passion for
gambling, Lord Pearson, as each night

Monsieur Lester satisfies his craving
for the drug.

Here amidst the smoke and sweat of the
red dragon, dark dreams are dreams, and

dark thoughts become the reality.

The weakness of the other man begins to
fascinate you, and one evening when you

have gambled and lost even more heavily
than usual, you see how to make use of

it.

You devise a plan to frame Monsieur
Lester for the crime.

First, you arrange for one of your
accomplices to pose as Monsieur Wuling

check in at his hotel.

My name is Wuling.

Han Wuling.

I have a reservation.

In order to match Monsieur Wuling, he
has to blacken the teeth.

And, of course, the color comes off on
the end of the cigarette.

You have a box of matches, please?

He asks for a box of matches because, of
course, he does not know that he

already has one. Remember, it was not
his suitcase.

The name and address of Monsieur Leather
is then carefully planted into the

notebook of Monsieur Wuling for the
police to find later.

The next day, Monsieur Lester is
summoned to the hotel, believing it to

business meeting.

And knowing his weakness for opium, the
accomplice lures him to the Red Dragon.

Hopelessly drugged, the poor Monsieur
Lester is dumped beside the body of

Monsieur Wolling.

Where you place into his pocket the
passport of the victim.

He comes to, he sees the body, and what
is he to think?

That he has committed murder under the
influence of the drug.

You see, my friend, you made one little
error early on which alerted my

suspicion.

You told the security guard at the bank,
no, this is not Mr. Wu Ling.

No, this isn't Mr. Wu Ling.

An interesting statement, n 'est -ce
pas?

From someone who claimed never to have
met him in his life.

Well, we never actually met.

But it is not only here in the Red
Dragon that you like the gamble, Lord

Pearson. Also, I understand, on the
stock exchange, yes?

The collapse of the Imperial Trust must
have hit you very hard.

And the sale of the map would have more
than compensated for your losses.

Lord, Pearson.

Good morning.

Good morning, Miss Lemon.

You're in the high spirits today.

Yes, my shares are up another nine and a
half points. Isn't it wonderful?

I thought I advised you to sell
yesterday.

I know, but Mr. Poirot advised me to
wait.

Well, come to town.

Thank you very much, Miss Lemon.

Oh, Mr. Poirot, I say.

Yes, Miss Lemon, the tables there have
been turned around, have they not?

No, no, this envelope.

This. This is the cheque from Lord
Avebury for the naval secrets case.

This should have gone into your account
ten days ago.

Miss Lemon, you're in the right.

This is the reason I am overdrawn.

I think I'd better pop down to the bank
with this right away, don't you?

So, the bank's figures were right after
all, were they?

Usually are, I'm afraid.

And quite open.

You just think all this time.

Ah!

Rent Hastings, 2 ,000 pounds, if you
please.

Thank you.

You know, my name is...

About this game you are right all the
time.

It is the skill that counts in the end.