All language subtitles for 02 - The Million Dollar Bond Robbery

Morning, Mr. Shaw.

Morning, Professor.

Terrible weather, Mr. Shaw.

Yes, shocking.

I'll see you at the bank, Mr. Shaw.
Right, Mr. Baratone.

Morning, Gap.

Morning.

My dear Mr. Shaw, are you all right?

Yes. Yes, I think so.

He's done that on purpose.

He's trying to kill you.

It weighs 80 ,000 tons here.

That is heavy, Hastings.

It's over a thousand feet long.

Yes, Hastings.

Its siren can be heard ten miles away.
Ten miles, Poirot.

Oh, mon dieu.

I'd give my eye teeth to be on this
maiden voyage.

I mean, it's an engineering marvel.

It is a marvel to me, Hastings. I'm the
one who wishes to travel on such a

contraption. Contraption?

The Queen Mary?

Poirot, you're going too far.

No, Hastings, I'm going nowhere.

Even to contemplate such a matter gives
me the mal de mer.

I can assure you, Poirot, you wouldn't
be seasick on the Queen Mary.

Steady as a rock.

Hastings. It is 20 years ago that I came
to this country, in a boat, across the

Channel.

And still I am not recovered.

Mr. Poirot, this just came for you by
personal messenger.

Thank you, Miss Leonard.

A London and Scottish bank.

We don't have an account there, do we?

No.

Mr. Poirot did have some problems with
his bank last year.

The chairman was arrested.

Yes, I remember.

It was Poirot who put the man behind
bars. This is most unusual.

Indeed, a circumstance unique.

An attempted murder?

American liberty bonds?

Have they been robbed?

Not yet, Miss Lemon.

But they think that they are going to
be.

And when they are, there is at stake the
sum of one million dollars.

Mr. Quarrel, are you aware of the nature
of liberty bonds?

I have no personal experience.

They're the equivalent of blank checks,
payable to whomsoever who.

And so if they were to be misplaced?

Same as losing cash. It would ruin us.

Tell me, Monsieur Shaw, why is it
necessary to transport these funds?

The bank is currently extending its
credit in America, Mr. Poirot. We must

funds in place in New York. Please.

Thank you.

And it is, Monsieur Shaw, who will take
them?

Yes, in two days' time.

We'll be traveling on the Queen Mary.

I see.

Oh.

Sorry.

Now, if Monsieur Shaw were unable to
make this journey, who would travel in

place? The assistant general manager,
Mr. Ridgway. Mr. Ridgway is above

suspicion. I would certainly like to
think so.

Why is that, Monsieur Vavasor?

He has been with the bank for seven
years.

He's also engaged to my secretary.

Yes, gentlemen.

I will examine this matter for you.

Really, Mr. Vavasor? No, Mr. Shaw. That
car tried to kill you.

I saw it with my own eyes. The red
sports car.

A singer, you think?

Yes.

But you are unable to make out the
number of the registration.

It happened too quickly.

To be truthful, my eyesight is not good.

I'm sorry, Mr. Vavasor. I still think
you're blowing this whole thing out of

proportion. We'll let Mr. Poirot be the
judge of that.

You'd better have a word with our Mr.
McNeil.

He's the head of security.

I'm sure you'll find him more than
helpful.

I have to tell you, Mr. Poirot, I
consider your presence here to be a

intrusion in my affairs. That, I would
say, is for Mr. Ravassar to decide.

I'll have you know that in the five
years that I've been head of security

not so much as a paperclip has gone
astray.

Mr. McNeil, I'm sure if such a thing
were to happen, you would be the man

for the case.

Here it is, Mr. Poirot, the portmanteau
in which the bonds will travel.

I had it built to my own design.

Steel plate inside, five -lever lock,
hardened steel, clutch screws here and

here.

There are just three keys, one for Mr.
Shaw and one for Mr. Vavasour.

And the third?

For me, of course.

And what if Monsieur Ridgway had to make
the journey?

Mr. Ridgway?

Well, that's the bank's lookout, but I
have to say he would not be my first

choice as courier.

And why is that, Monsieur McNeil?

You're the detective, Mr. Poirot.

You work it out.

Mr. Poirot.

The show is well.

My associate, Captain Hastings. Please
sit down, sir.

Thank you.

I suppose you've come about, Mr. Shaw.

You heard what took place?

Yes.

But I'm sure it was an accident.

Why?

Well, who's going to knock off old Shaw?

He's utterly harmless and dry as old
bones.

I understand that you yourself would
travel to America if Monsieur Chauvin

disposed. Yes.

A bit of funny.

And on the Queen Mary, too.

Arthur, you would like to go?

Of course I would.

Oh, but not enough to.

You don't think?

What car do you drive, Monsieur
Richelieu?

I don't.

I did have a car.

It was a Sena.

The color?

Red.

But I haven't had it for weeks, you see.

I sold it.

I didn't like it.

It was the ignition.

I could never get the damn thing to
start.

He was lying.

He was not perhaps telling the truth in
entirety.

The thing has got a brand new ignition.
It's breaking start.

It's the best on the road. Ah, Hastings.
Always the enthusiast.

Mr. Poirot?

Might I... Can I talk to you?

My name is Esmidal Gleesh.

I'm engaged to be married to Philip
Bridgeway.

Well, I'd say he's a very lucky man.

Thank you.

And you're also the secretary of
Monsieur Vavasor?

Yes, that's right.

How can I help you, mademoiselle?

Mr. Poirot, may I speak to you in
confidence?

Do you have my assurance, mademoiselle?

I love Philip very much.

We hope to be married in the autumn. But
it's just these bonds, Mr Poirot.

The money.

It concerns you?

Yes. Because if Mr Shaw were unable to
go to America, Philip would take his

place.

And I'm afraid for him, Mr Poirot.

You're afraid someone might attack him?

Well, yes.

There's no saying what some people might
do for such a sum of money.

Mr. Poirot, I know you will do
everything you can, but please, I beg of

keep an eye on Philip.

Whatever happens, I'm frightened he's
going to come to harm.

You're very punctual, Mr. Ridgeway.

Fine for a pint?

No.

No, I had to get back to the bank.

Oh, yes.

And the money?

It's on its way.

Another week, that's all.

Another week?

Ten days.

No more.

I promise you.

Mrs. Winter.

Mr.

Pryor, thank goodness you're back. What
is it, Miss Lemon? It's the bank. They

telephoned. They're Mr. Shaw. He's been
poisoned.

Good evening.

We wish to see Mr.

Shaw.

And you are?

Hercule Faraud.

Oh, yes. Come in. Thank you.

How is he? Still very weak.

He took a strychnine, you know.

Strychnine? In his coffee.

More guests, Mr. Shaw.

Just five minutes, then sleep.

Thank you. Thank you, Nurse.

Mr.

Poirot. No, no, no, Monsieur Shaw,
please.

You must not tire yourself.

It was a close thing, Mr. Poirot.

One more mouthful.

I have begun an investigation.

It could have been anyone.

Anyone. Yes, but at least we have
ascertained who was the last person in

Shaw's office before the coffee was
drunk.

And who was that, Monsieur MacNeil?

The same person who will now be taking
the bonds.

Mr. Ridgway.

I thought you were going to take me out
this evening.

I was.

And I want to.

But I can't. I'm sorry, old girl.

It's business.

It's always business. Well, you should
talk to old Bellator.

He's the one to blame.

Philip, do you still love me?

What?

Of course I do.

I'm wild about you.

I never see you anymore.

Look, things will get better once I just
turn the corner.

Look, I've got to fly.

Oh, darling, look, damn silly of me. I
left my wallet at the office.

Oh, Phyllis.

I think you keep doing this, don't I?

I've got a couple of pounds.

I'm sorry, darling.

Philip, look, if you're in trouble... Of
course I'm not in trouble.

You can tell me.

Everything's going to be fine.

See you tomorrow.

The keys, Mr McNeil.

You know what to do when you reach New
York, Mr. Ridgway?

Yes, sir.

Good.

One for you, Mr. Ridgway.

Mr. McNeil, you're responsible for
delivering that to Mr. Shaw at his home.

Very good, sir.

And one for me.

Is Mr. Shaw still not better, sir? I'm
afraid not, Miss Dalgley. She's going to

be in bed for at least two weeks.

I'd be glad to make the journey, sir.

Thank you, Mr. McNeil.

But there's business to be done in New
York, which in Mr Shaw's absence only Mr

Ridgway can handle.

It's only ten days, old girl.

They say it's going to be the fastest
crossing ever.

You may be sure I'm taking no chances
with your fiancée's safety, Mr Argliche.

After what has happened to Mr Shaw, I
have asked Mr Poirot to accompany the

bonds. He's letting me know later today.

With due respect, I can't quite see
what's to be gained by employing a

Just these bonds, Mr. Poirot, the money.

I love Philip very much.

I know you will do everything you can,
but please, I beg of you, keep an eye on

Philip.

Come on, Jonathan, it's time to record.

in your blue tie and the mauve silk
waistcoat.

And I shall take also the brown suit and
the two waistcoats that coordinate.

You can't take your entire wardrobe, Mr.
Poirot.

Poirot. Ah, Hastings, enfant.

You must begin at once the packing.

We're going?

On the Queen Mary.

What do you mean?

Yes, Hastings, we travel with the bonds.
I have this confirmed with Monsieur

Vavasor this afternoon.

That's wonderful, Poirot.

What on earth makes you change your
mind?

I cannot refuse a lady.

Especially if she's a queen.

I promise you, Poirot, you won't have a
twinge of seasickness. So you say, mon

ami. But I take the precautions all the
same.

One million dollars in liberty bonds.

New York bound at last. The Queen Mary
on her maiden voyage.

Tens of thousands of people have poured
into Southampton to catch a glimpse of

the world's newest and greatest liner.

But what of the privileged few who will
sail aboard her?

One or two will hardly remember the
occasion, whilst others are determined

this will be one trip that they won't
forget.

And here's a familiar face, Europe's
most famous detective, Hercule Poirot.

Hot on the track of a well -deserved
break and looking forward to a life on

ocean wave.

Another case for Monsieur Poirot.

There are over 2 ,000 cases being loaded
safely on board, and it's certainly an

arresting sight as the sailing hour
arrives and the Queen Mary puts to sea.

And now our camera takes to the air as
Britain's newest liner leaves the

sanctuary of home waters and heads into
the Atlantic Ocean for the first time.

But will she steal that blue ribbon?

It's currently held by the Normandy with
a crossing time of just four days.

Bonjour.

Good morning, Mr Poiron.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Bonjour, extinct.

Comment ça va?

Oh, I'm terrible.

I tell you, Poirot, it's not
seasickness. I'm never seasick.

Must have been that oyster last night.

If you wish, I have some pills.

Thank you, Poirot.

I'll be perfectly all right.

Oh, I say, Poirot...

There's a young lady in the cabin next
door. Yes, it is just now that we have

met. Miss Brooks.

Miranda.

We were supposed to go swimming
together.

If you see her again, could you tell her
I'm... The bad oyster, no?

Yes. Bring it in.

Oh.

Good morning.

Bonjour, Monsieur Richway.

I thought you were the steward.

No.

You have not yet had the breakfast.

No.

Actually, I had a bit of a night of it.

In the portmanteau.

Oh.

The key's perfectly safe, Mr. Poirot.

You don't have to worry.

I'll keep the key in my pocket and lock
the cabin door each time I go out.

If you see the steward, could you ask
him to get a move on?

I'm famished.

Well, hello again.

Ah, how was that?

My friend Captain Hickens regrets that
he is unable to swim with you today.

Oh, that's okay. I was feeling pretty
terrible myself.

I was dancing until three.

And yet you are traveling alone,
Mademoiselle Brooke?

You're never alone on a ship, Mr.
Poirot. I see you.

Mademoiselle, pardon, but...

Just 930.

Ah,

Mr. Poirier. Good morning.

Bonjour. The captain sends his
compliments, but I'm afraid he won't be

table tonight.

Ah, there is a problem?

There's been a patch of fog, Thorcastle.

Nothing to concern you.

The captain will have to remain on the
bridge.

Ah, well.

Pleased to convey my regrets to the
captain.

Yes, sir. Looks as if this may lose us
the blue ribbon. I suppose it's always

next time.

Good morning.

Just a little fish for me, please.

Poached with dry toast.

Merci beaucoup.

Mais c 'est incroyable.

This ship that is not a ship, it is, how
you say, a mother.

Yes, Poirot.

But of course, my poisoning still has
the... Food poisoning.

Evening, Ridgeway.

Can we count you in tonight?

I'll be there.

See if you can win back some of that
money, eh?

You play the card?

Yes. It passes the time.

And it's all very friendly.

We just play for a few pounds.

Merci.

Ah, les cerveaux beurres.

Oh, what's that?

It is the brains of the calf fried in
butter.

I think perhaps I'll go and have another
lie down.

Queen's High, dammit.

Well... I'm afraid you're blown,
Ridgway.

Yes.

I'm sure you'll accept an IOU.

Oh, Miss Brooks.

Miranda. Why, Captain Hastings.

Can't you sleep?

No, I couldn't.

I thought I heard... Someone didn't go
overboard just now, did they?

Only the orchestra.

But they've been going overboard all
night.

Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't join you.

Why, I'm sorry you couldn't make it.
Still, we'll be in New York in a few

Perhaps we could... Yes, well, maybe
we'll meet again.

Yes.

Miss Brooks.

Good night, Captain Hastings.

Ridgway?

Hastings. Regway.

The Bonds.

Wait here, please.

Is it really true?

They've gone?

Yes, sir. I'm afraid so.

But they're an hour from New York, he
said.

They must still be on the ship.

I've cabled them to start a person -to
-person search, sir, but it would be

easier if I were there.

They must be found.

If the bonds are sold, it could bring
down the entire bank.

I'm aware of that, sir, which is why I
must ask you one question.

Of course, anything.

Do you still have the key I gave you?

It hasn't left my sight.

Greatest liner steams into New York at
the end of her first Atlantic crossing

without the blue ribbon after fog
dilator for more than 11 hours.

Even so, New York gave a frenzied
welcome to Britain's queen of the sea.

The crossing was completed in four days,
12 hours, 24 minutes, and an average

speed of 29 knots.

And just listen to that roar of welcome.

I swear to heaven, Mr. Parrot.

I had the key all the time.

And where were you all night, Mr.
Ridgway? I was playing cards.

I know I should have been here, but I
suppose it's a weakness of mine.

Gambling.

How much did you lose?

About a hundred pounds.

And the same the night before.

This doesn't look too good for me, does
it?

Leave us, Mr. Ridgway.

We shall speak again later.

I'll go and make my report, Captain.

Look at this part.

It's all cut and scratched at the back
here.

Well, this I have examined already.

Almost as if someone tried to force it
but couldn't.

Precisely.

But then they managed to unlock it
anyway.

Curious. It is very curious.

They waste much, much time trying to pry
it open and then, si a presti, they

find out they cured it.

Unless they wanted to make it look as if
it had been forced.

Oui, c 'est possible.

But then it must have been Ridgeway.

Nobody else had a key.

You are disappointed?

Well, I mean, I think he's a bit of an
ass in many ways, but I didn't think he

had it in him to... Neither did I, mon
ami.

We have to find the McNeil.

Yes, sir.

Or the person who stole them, sir.

Quite.

Mr. Shaw had his key? Yes, sir.

Yes, of course he had. Do you have
yours, sir? What? Your key.

Of course I have.

May I see it, please, sir?

Really, McNeil?

So, I came out here, went over to the
rail here.

Then I heard a splash, which seemed to
come from over there.

And this is where I met Miranda.

Mademoiselle Brooks.

Yes, she came from over there.

Now, the cabin of Monsieur Ridgway, it
looks out onto this deck, does it not?

Yes. Yes, it does.

But she was carrying nothing.

No.

If she had taken them, she could have
thrown them overboard, and then they

have drifted into New York.

And then, perhaps they grew the little
fins and swam ashore.

It is a stupid idea.

Au contraire, my dear Hastings.

You are as perceptive as ever.

Mr. Babasur, do you realize how serious
this matter is?

Of course I do.

This is a matter for the police now.

Police? Yes, sir.

Your key, your secretary's fiancé, and
your idea to send the bonds in the first

place.

McNeil, you work for me.

I think you'd better come with me, sir.

Down to the yard.

Ah, Mr. Pryor.

Have you made any progress, son? We make
great progress.

I wish I could say the same. This
gentleman is a customs officer, Tom. His

name's Franklin, sir, Tom Franklin. And
may I say what an honor it is to shake

the hand of the famous Hercule Poirot.

Thank you.

You have begun the search, Mr. Franklin?

Yes, sir, and I have to tell you, a bent
dime couldn't get past my men. But so

far, nothing.

Has Miss Brooks gone ashore yet?

Blonde, American girl, very beautiful.

Sir, there are over 1 ,000 passengers on
board. In any case, officer, you're too

late. Too late?

The bonds will not be found on the
passengers, and they are not on the

That's impossible, sir.

They can't have got off the ship. I
assure you, gentlemen, that is the case.

There is nothing more for us here.

Hastings, you and I must return to
London at once.

And Mr. Ridgway? He will be returning
with us.

But what about the search, Mr. Poirot?
Your Mr. MacNeil was pretty insistent.

I assure you, officer, Mr.

MacNeil does not belong to me.

Mr. McNeil, where is Mr. Babathor?

He is at the police station, Miss
Dalglish. The police?

Why?

I'm afraid that is confidential
information, Miss Dalglish.

He is the general manager of this bank,
and I am his secretary.

That makes no difference.

I have a right to know. This is
ridiculous.

But let me remind you, Mr. McNeil, in a
few days, Mr. Poirot will be back.

I don't see how he can help.

the Queen Mary returns to home waters.

And as we circle round, another member
of the line passes, the Berengaria,

outward bound. Two great vessels passing
at sea.

And now the Queen Mary heads into
Southampton Water and prepares to bow.

Mary Hatter returns to your home waters.

Oh,

look, there's your fiancée.

Officers.

Yes, sir?

Mr. Poirot.

I want you to arrest this man for the
theft of $1 million in the Liberty

What? Hey, Poirot. What? You say so.

Go on, you...

It looked such a beautiful ship, Mr.
Poirot. It was indeed an experience most

remarkable, Miss Lemon.

I'm only sorry it wasn't all more
successful.

But it was a great success.

Not once did I succumb to the Maldon
air.

Ah, Hastings, you're ready.

We have played the games long enough,
Hastings. It is now time to settle the

scores.

This is monstrous. I do not know what
happened to my key.

When did you notice it had gone,
Monsieur Barbasaur? Only when MacNeil

it. Eh bien, who then had access to your
office?

Myself, my secretary.

One more question, if you please,
Monsieur.

Before the departure of the Queen Mary,
who was it who put the bombs into the

portmanteau? I did.

Why? It is just as I thought, Monsieur,
and it tells me all that I need to know.

Thank you.

What?

I don't suppose you'd care to tell me
what's going on.

You know, Poirot, you really are quite
important.

Why, Hastings?

You never tell me anything. I've no idea
where we are or where we're going.

Have patience, mon ami.

Soon all will be made clear.

You must understand, mademoiselle, that
I am only trying to help you.

You arrest my fiancé. McNeil arrest Mr.
Bavisor.

You're both as bad as each other. Je
vous en prie, mademoiselle, have

Well?

When you came to see me, it was because
you were afraid of Monsieur Ridgway, no?

I was afraid for him.

No, no, no, mademoiselle.

You knew he was a gambler most
compulsive. You knew of his death.

And it was for this reason that he sold
his car.

Yes.

I can't deny it, Mr. Poirot. You seem to
know.

And you were also afraid, were you not?

That if he were entrusted with the one
million dollar liberty bonds, that he

would take them and disappear.

I... You wish to protect him,
mademoiselle.

And it is for this reason that you stole
the key of your employer.

I don't know what you mean.

Please, mademoiselle, do not try to
deceive me.

I know.

You took the key.

Because you wish to say it, Mr. Ridgway.

You are willing to let us believe that
the key that opened the portmanteau was

the key of your employer, Mr.

Vavasor. But I'm afraid, mademoiselle,
that will not work.

Because the keys have nothing to do with
it.

Why have you dragged me here, Mr.
Poirot? I thought it might be

you, Mr. MacLean.

really true. Both Mr.

Vavasor and Ridgway arrested.

Well, one of them stole the bonds.

No, no, no.

They stole nothing.

Indeed, there was nothing to steal.

You see, Monsieur MacNeil, the bonds
were taken long before the Queen Mary

sail. But that's impossible.

We were with the portmanteau all the
time.

No, no, no, no. Pas du tout, mon ami.

Monsieur Vavasor, he put the bonds into
the portmanteau.

And the eyesight of Monsieur Ravasor is
poor. He told us so himself.

One million dollars in liberty bonds.

No.

He would not have noticed that the bonds
that he was holding were all forgeries.

Forgeries? Wait a minute. You mean the
bonds on the Queen Mary were fakes?

Exactly that, mon ami.

But why?

What good would that do anyone?

Mr. Shaw has got to rest now. Ah, yes,
of course.

Nurse Long, pardon, but what is the
time?

It's ten past four.

C 'est ça.

Mademoiselle, pardon, but what is the
time?

Jet now at thirty.

On the ship also?

I asked you the same question.

The disguise was to perfection, but the
movement was exactly the same.

It was the movement of an experienced
nurse who always wears the watch on her

chest.

Miranda, Mademoiselle Brooks, or
Mademoiselle Long, who traveled with a

copy of one of the keys, who stole the
bonds that were fake, and who disposed

them. I don't know what you're talking
about. You're talking gibberish.

She can't be.

Miranda Brooks is an absolute tonner.

Monsieur Philip Ridgway would take the
blame, huh?

Monsieur Ridgway, with the problems of
his gambling, he would be the obvious

suspect. He would become the, how do you
say, the scapegoat. But he did steal

them. He was the one travelling with
them.

Precisely what you were intended to
think, Monsieur McNeil. That was why it

essential that Monsieur Ridgway should
be on that boat.

No.

It was Mademoiselle Brooks who tried to
kill Monsieur Shaw with a motorcar.

It was Mademoiselle Brooks who arranged
the poison.

Miranda planned all that?

All right, yes.

Here you are.

Good Lord.

What are you going to do?

Call the police?

All right, let's get on with it.

All this talk.

No, no, no, mademoiselle.

One step at a time.

You see, mademoiselle Brooks, she now
makes the attempt, gallant, to shield

accomplice.

Ridgway?

No.

How simple it would have been for
Monsieur Shaw to remove those bonds that

entrusted to him if he had taken them on
board the boat, huh? Too simple.

Too obvious.

The bank would have known precisely
where to look.

Are you implying that I was in some way
involved in this?

I was bedridden.

Yes, of course you were, Monsieur Shaw.

With a poison.

That was fake.

As was the attempt to kill you with a
motor car.

It was all part of your plan to get
Monsieur Phillip Ridgeway to take your

on the boat.

But Mr. Shaw still had his key.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, Monsieur McNeil.
He had a copy.

Of his key.

Mademoiselle Brooks.

She had the real one.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry, Miranda.

You a husband and wife?

No.

But we intended to be.

worth than 25 years at the London
Scottish Bank.

Come on, Ridgway.

Go, Don.

Where's MacNeil?

I don't see why you had to have me
arrested, though.

Because, Monsieur Ridgway, I saw the
lone sharks waiting for you at

And I thought you'd be safer in the
police zone.

Well, that's true, I suppose.

And it also allowed the real culprits to
relax their guard a little, huh?

I can't tell you how much we owe you, Mr
Poirot.

I've been promoted to Joint General
Manager.

I've paid off all my debts. And there
aren't going to be any more.

Thank you for everything.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

We deserve to celebrate a little, eh,
Hastings?

A glass of creme de menthe?

Ah, you scorn the liqueur, Hastings.
Alors, for you, my friend, a whiskey,

perhaps? Oh, no, no, thanks.

Hastings, you are not elated by our
success?

Oh, yes, yes, very good. Pas encore la
main de mer?

No, I'm fine.

Hastings. We have just completed a case
most successful.

Two men have been released from the
imprisonment most unjust.

You have been privileged to watch
Hercule Poirot at his most brilliant,

top of this, you have had the nice ride
on the Queen Mary.

Well, I know Poirot. I'm sorry.

It's Miranda Brooks.

Ah, Hastings.

You still have the hankering for the
glamorous young woman, huh?

No, no, no, no, not at all.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

It's just that... Well, there she was.

As you say, a glamorous young woman.

But with a bit of a wig and a few bits
of make -up, she could transform herself

into that dowdy hag of a nurse.

Yes, it was indeed very well done,
Hastings.

But... Well, I mean... If a woman can do
that one way, she can

do it the other.

Oh, Hastings.

At the beginning of wisdom, mon ami.

Now that also is something to celebrate,
n 'est -ce pas?