All language subtitles for 06 - The Double Clue

Exeter and Newville.

The train now arriving on platform 1 is
the 530 from Newport School, Oxford,

Exeter and Newville.

Good evening, Countess.

It's an honour to have you with us
again.

Your usual sweet is ready.

Thank you. Thank you, Countess.

Doesn't the town look good at this time
of year for us?

Yes, I can always tell when the summer
heat arrives.

It's in the air, eh?

No, Hastings, it is in the speed of your
driving.

Why, we're only pushing 30.

Sorry, old chap.

Red light.

I prefer the winter. It is safer.

Now, there's a pleasant sight for you on
a summer's day.

Have you ever thought about it?

In my experience, I have known of five
cases of women murdered by their devoted

husbands. Yes?

And 22 husbands murdered by their
devoted wives.

So thank you.

No.

Marriage, it is not for me.

And now I think the light is green.

We can proceed.

Well, I'm not going to have a crash.

Anyway, we saw a bride.

That's supposed to be good luck.

Mr. Poirot, you're back.

The chief inspector's waiting inside.

Chief Inspector Japp, here?

That must be the luck of which you
speak, Hastings.

I think he's worrying about something.

He hasn't said a word.

Chief Inspector?

Of no part.

Captain Mason, Chief Inspector.

Please sit yourself.

What matter is it that brings you here
today?

A matter of my job, if you want the
honest truth.

They'd never dismiss you, would they,
Chief Inspector?

They will if I don't get results soon,
Captain Hastings.

Three robberies in as many weeks.

Jewellery each time.

The Atters and Diamonds were the first
to go.

Lady Ayrton?

In the West Country.

Happened during dinner.

Two dukes, a duchess and some Russian
countess ran the table.

Not your usual run of witnesses.

You've got high society.

Can't get much higher.

That's the trouble.

The commissioner's come down on me.

He wants action.

If not, he's going to have to give them
a scapegoat.

A goat?

Me.

When was this last robbery?

Three days ago.

Three days?

But it is too late.

It is better to strike while the metal
is warm, yes?

So what can we do?

We wait.

Already the thief, he is planning his
next crime.

And the next crime, it will be his last.

This way, Countess.

Lady Rodman.

How good of you to come. And how
exquisite you look.

Your parties are always an experience,
Mark.

And tonight is no exception.

We have Nicora the Peony.

Playing horror.

And you know Catherine Bird.

The contralto.

My dear Marcus, one can't get tickets to
hear her for love or money.

No need for either.

Oh, let me introduce you to a colleague
of mine from South Africa.

Martin Johnston. Lady Runkle.

How do you do?

Excuse me.

Are you also a collector, Mr Johnston?

What? Jewellery.

Mr Hardman has one of the finest
collections in England.

Lady Onecorn here.

Yes, I was just talking to her. How
good.

She's quite attractive, really.

I wonder if she misses the late Lord
Onecorn. For heaven's sake, do try to be

discreet. You know me, Marcus.

Yes.

Who's that?

Countess Vera Rotikoff.

She came over from Russia quite
recently.

Yes. But, Jeff, you keep your hands off
her, dear boy.

Why?

You're not in her league.

I wonder.

Thank you.

You couldn't ask for the trail to be
much fresher this time, Poirot. I only

heard myself this morning.

I've been chasing all over the country
on the other three robberies.

This is the first one that's been close
to London.

Tell me about this, Mr Marcus Hardman.

He's a jewellery collector.

Something of a celebrity in his own way.

Throws a lot of parties, that sort of
thing.

A collector, do you say?

Yes.

Natural target, I suppose.

And yet, in other circumstances, perhaps
also the natural suspect.

They were in the garden when it
happened.

Some sort of concert.

In the garden?

There's a marquee.

You were the constable on duty last
night?

Yes, sir. Tell us what happened then.

I was on my beat, sir. I walked past Mr
Hardman's house about half past ten.

And?

Well, sir, I did see something.

A vagrant.

He was going the other way.

Down there.

That vagrant could have had a £10 ,000
necklace in his pocket.

I wasn't to know, sir.

Indeed not.

Thank you, officer.

You've been most assiduous in your
duties.

It's a ghastly thing, just ghastly. I
mean, the publicity will destroy me.

When did you notice that the jury was
absent, Mr. Hartman?

It was this morning. I got up late after
last night's concert.

We have Nicora at play and Catherine
Byrne.

I came into the room with my beautiful
emerald necklace.

But it is insured, Mr. Hartman. Insured?

Is it?

Of course it's inshore. That's not the
point.

It's irreplaceable.

It used to belong to Catherine de'
Medici, you know.

It's still here.

Do you have, ma 'am?

This window, it is catalogue, yes?

Of course.

I'll show you the safe.

What's different about this window?

Looks just like all the others.

But there is one significant difference,
mon ami. It is at this point that the

climbing plant outside almost reaches
the sill.

And Mr. Hartman is, I think, a little
overconfident about the latches.

Has anything been touched?

No, Chief Inspector.

This is just how it was when I came in.

The safe was open and the emeralds were
gone.

Now, what's this, then?

Is this yours, Mr. Hartman?

No.

What do you make of this, Poirot?

It is a glove of a man.

A man with small hands.

What have we here?

Cigarette case?

Empty?

The initial is BP.

BP.

Is that of any significance to you, Mr.
Hartman? Well, yes. I suppose it could

belong to Bernard Parker.

And who is Pfeiffer? A young friend of
mine.

A bit of an associate.

The glove could be his, too.

What makes you say that?

Well, he'd lost it. He'd lost both his
gloves.

At least that's what he said.

Excuse me.

So what do you think, Poirot?

I think that it is strange.

The glove and the cigarette case. It is,
as you might say, the double clue.

Twice as much for us to work on.

It is too much, Hastings, too much.

To leave the glove inside the safe.

Perhaps he was in a hurry.

Someone could have disturbed him.

May I introduce you?

Listen to the kind of Vera Rofkoff that
you heard at the party last night.

Enchanté, madame.

Et moi aussi, monsieur.

Perquis Poirot.

At your service, madame.

What beautiful gardens, Monsieur Poirot.

It's so good of you to escort me.

I wanted to bring you somewhere that was
worthy of you. You mustn't flatter me,

Monsieur Poirot. You will make me cry.

I've been so lonely since I arrived, and
it's been a lovely day.

Yes. I also know what it is to come to a
new country and to know no one.

Of course.

You yourself are a refugee.

Yes.

I was head of the police in Berlin.

But then came the Great War, and I was
forced to leave.

I came to England, to the village of
Startham Mary.

But it was a sad and painful time for
me, so far from my family and my home.

Poor Monsieur Poirot.

Oh, no, I've had a good fortune.

My talent, it has been recognized.

It is reported that I am the most famous
detective in England.

Poirot here.

No, I'm afraid not. Hastings? Yes?

Excuse me.

Where is he?

You all right, Chief Inspector?

No, I'm not all right. I'll be lucky to
be Chief Inspector by the end of the

week. As bad as that, eh? It's been
three days, Captain Hastings. Three days

nothing.

Well, Poirot is on the case, you know.

Then why aren't you with him?

I don't know. I suppose he wanted to
pursue his own line of inquiry.

This jewellery business is going to be
the end of me.

Don't worry, old chap.

You know Poirot.

He really is getting somewhere.

Oh, yes.

I'm sure he's on the right track.

And so you are investigating the case of
the stolen jewellery.

It seems a simple matter, Madame.

To England's most famous detective, of
course.

Do you suspect me?

Should I?

I was there.

That is true.

So, tell me, madame, why did you return
the following day?

I had an appointment with Mr. Hartman.

I was considering selling some of my own
jewels.

I had a house like this once in
Petrograd.

First a house, then a wing in the house,

then a room in the wing, and now
nothing.

But that does not make you the thief,
Mother.

No.

Life itself is the thief.

It has taken everything I have.

Well, I suppose it had to happen one
day.

He's really quite taken, you know.

Are you sure, Captain Hastings? You
should have seen him.

Well, anyway, we haven't seen him. Not
for three days.

It's not like him.

What about poor old Jack?

Looks like he could be for the chop.

If only we could help.

Maybe we can.

How? Look, according to Marcus Hardman,
only four people went into the house

during the concert.

That's when the jewels were taken.

Bernard Parker, Martin Johnston, Lady
Runcorn and the Countess.

Suppose it was her.

No, it can't have been her.

I mean, I hope to God it wasn't.

So what can we do?

Well, we can talk to the other three and
solve the case ourselves.

I know old Jabs respects that tramp the
constable spotted, but I think we should

speak to them all, starting with Mr
Johnston.

How dare you, sir?

If I want a jewel necklace, I can afford
to go into a shop and buy one.

In fact, I can afford to buy the shop.

So why did you go back into the house,
Mr. Johnston?

A call of nature, you must know.

Were there any witnesses?

Lady Runcorn, you don't deny that you
went back into the house.

But I just told you that, Captain
Hastings.

Did you see anyone else inside?

Yes, there was someone coming out of the
downstairs bathroom.

But I didn't see who it was.

Why were you in the house, Lady Runcorn?

I went to fetch my handbag.

I'd left it inside.

Eh bien, Countess, tomorrow I will take
you to the Tate Gallery to see their

collection of the Dunners. But I find
these expressions painted so exciting.

Don't you, excuse?

In part, yes.

Do you know, I do not believe that there
is anyone of my acquaintance who calls

me by that name.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Excuse me.

Now this I find most pleasing.

Marc Chagall, another Russian, an exile.

He lives in Paris, I believe.

A constructivist, they call him.

But one only has to look at his work to
see.

Yes? He's still in Russia.

He never left.

Like you, Countess.

Oh, no.

It's another world now, Stalin.

Hitler.

Everywhere you look, it's all changing.

Goodbye, Lady Runkold.

Goodbye, Captain Hastings.

Captain Hastings, look.

BP.

Bernard Parker.

Yes, I do some work for Marcus, Mr.
Hardman.

I arrange his more insalubrious deals.

What do you mean by that?

When the client doesn't want his or her
name dragged through the mud, I act as a

sort of go -between.

I don't... In high society, Captain,
nobody is ever hard -up.

At least they don't admit to it.

So when they are hard -up, they come to
me.

And I go to Marcus.

Have you lost a glove, Mr Parker?

Oh, the glove.

That simply loathsome Inspector Snap has
already been on to me about the glove.

You know he wanted to arrest me.

Was it yours?

Yes. But I've told him I had both my
gloves when the concert began and that

the last time I saw them.

And as for the cigarette case, I've
never seen it before in my life.

It had your initials. Oh, my.

Dear, I'm sure you'll find plenty of
people in London with the initials BP.

By the way, have you ever done any
embroidery?

Embroidery? You know, needlework, that
sort of thing.

No.

No.

And what of the perfect?

It is an illusion, Countess.

Maybe.

But let me tell you something I heard.

It was a robbery, like the one at Mr.
Hartman.

But this time it was diamonds.

He's gone.

Twelve people sat down to dinner.

The safe was in the next room. The
hostess herself had checked that the

were in place before the meal had begun.

And after?

The safe was...

Open and empty.

And there were no clues?

None.

It is strange that you should choose to
relate this to me, Countess. I also have

read of it.

Yes? Oh, yes. The Atterton band.

And it is true that the police, they
were confounded, but that is because

look with the eyes that is too English.

I don't understand.

Well, they see the duke and the duchess,
the lord and the ladies, but they fail

to ask themselves the one simple
question.

Which is?

What person was at that dinner?

who was also at the soiree of Monsieur
Hardman, and on two other occasions when

some jewels were stolen.

So, you're saying the police cannot
solve it because they're too English.

Or because the culprit is not English
enough.

for a really lovely day.

Countess?

Will I see you tomorrow?

For a day, Jeannie? Oui.

The Carlton Hotel.

He must have been in love with Lady
Runcorn.

He gave her the embroidery, but lied
about it to us.

I think Johnston was alive as well. I'm
sure. It's him.

Yo. Ah.

Buh. Buh. I say, poor old... Learning
Russian.

I wonder why.

It has been an invaluable aid, mon ami.

Yes. I couldn't get past the alphabet
myself.

Good. No, it is indeed complicated.

Yes. Like this case.

The stolen jewels?

We've been investigating, Mr Poirot.

You're not the only private detective in
London, you know.

This is true, mon ami.

Eh bien, tell me all that you have
discovered.

So we think Bernard Parker is
blackmailing Lady Runcorn.

We've discovered she has huge debts and
she's recently sent four paintings to

auction. She must have sold them to pay
him off.

So you say Lady Rancon requires money?

Yes.

So is it not more likely that Lady
Rancon would meet with Monsieur Bernard

Parker to discuss the selling of her
jewels?

That is his occupation, is it not?

Ah, but what about the embroidery?

He signed it BP.

But then, I wonder what Lady Rancon was
called before she became Lady Rancon.

Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

If you are to be a culpoirot, you must
think of everything.

Lady Runcorn, born Beatrice Palmerston.

You're all right there, Poirot. What do
you think?

I think, Hastings, you must ask yourself
one question.

Yes? The tramp.

What was he doing there?

And the answer?

You will find only by returning to the
home of Monsieur Marcus Hartmann.

I suggest that you go tomorrow.

Well, what about you?

No, this case does not interest Poirot.
I have no enthusiasm for it.

And it is as you yourself say, Hastings.

There are other private detectives.

Yes, I'm sure.

What about poor old Jan?

No, sir. Nothing as yet, sir.

But I am following up a few leads.

Well, no, sir, they haven't actually led
anywhere yet.

But if you could just give me a little
bit more time.

48 hours.

Well, I was hoping for a little bit more
time, that's all.

I can assure you, sir, your wife is
perfectly safe.

Well, if you'd like to put her on, I can
assure her myself, sir.

No sir, I didn't mean that sir.

Right sir.

Yes sir.

I am working on it sir.

I'll do that sir.

Good evening.

Please, allow me to introduce myself.

Faro.

Not the Hercule Faro.

The very same.

Please, sit down, sir.

No, thank you.

What can we do for you?

I have a friend who requires my
immediate help, but I cannot help, and

to you.

You mean you want us to...

A sort of deputise for you.

We say, sir, you must act on my behalf.

It must be something important for you
to ask for our help, Monsieur Poirot.

It is a matter of the utmost importance,
Monsieur.

There is a reputation.

Now there is a life that is at stake.

But Hercule Poirot is not involved.

What's the tramp doing here?

I can't see how wandering around the
grounds is going to give us the answer.

Let's be methodical, Captain Hastings.
Mr Poirot must have a reason for sending

us here.

Four people went into that house.

You'd have thought one of them must have
done it.

How about Lady Roncorn?

If her name was Beatrice Palmerston
once, the cigarette case could have

to her.

BP.

Maybe she was working with Bernard
Parker.

They were in the house at the same time.

What about that wretched tramp?

Just don't see where he fits in. Miss
Lambert, look.

Over there.

It's him.

Wait here.

have seen behind the wheel of an M .G.

Ow!

It's iodine, Captain Hastings. I said it
a ding.

It is me who suffers, my friend.

The thing that I sent you.

Oh, it's not your fault, Poirot. But
yes, Hastings.

It was me who sent you to the house, and
but for your speed and agility.

I had four times, Mr. Poirot. I know,
Miss Lemon.

Did you know the tramp would come back?

No.

But I am an imbecile. I see only half of
the picture.

I don't even say that.

Miss Lemon, would you be so good as to
telephone the Chief Inspector, Jeb?

Ask him to meet us at the home of Marcus
Hartmann.

What about your lunch with the Countess?

We will meet after lunch at three o
'clock.

Where are you taking her?

It is the Countess who takes me.

You astonish me, madame.

I am lost in admiration.

It's just a picnic.

We used to have such picnics.

I suppose he... Poirot and the
Countess...

He wouldn't.

Would he?

I don't know.

I've never seen him like this before.

And now a toast.

I shall propose one if I may.

To crime.

That is a strange toast coming from a
detective.

And yet it is my raison d 'etre.

My life is ruled by it.

And it is crime that has brought us
together.

Then... to crime.

He couldn't.

He just couldn't.

You'd be out of a situation.

What about you?

Oh, I... I could travel.

I've always had a dream about South
America, you know.

Farming.

You'd miss him, though, wouldn't you?

Of course I would.

What about you?

I don't want to talk about it.

And now I think... Yes.

I have an investigation with the chief
inspector, Jap.

And it must be resolved.

Is there anything I can do?

This time I feel the culprit may escape.

But this time... the culprit may never
be named.

That depends entirely upon you.

Me? I think so.

Could this help?

Only four people came into the house
during the concert.

The Countess, Mr. Johnson, Lady Roncorn
and Mr. Bernard Parker.

The thorough investigation of my
colleagues eliminated Mr. Johnson and

Roncorn. Mr. Johnson because he's a very
worthy man. And Lady Roncorn?

Lady Roncorn because she came to the
house in order to meet with Mr.

Bernard Parker.

Is that not so, Mr. Hardman?

Yes.

But no one must know.

My whole business, it thrives on nobody
knowing.

D 'accord.

And finally there is the Countess, who
entered the house in order to get her

coat.

Her coat?

I thought it was a warm evening.

Yes, it was, Chief Inspector.

But I had been outside for more than an
hour.

Oh, yes, but... Forgive me.

But if that Japanese contralto had sung
one more high note, my head would have

shattered. And while you were inside,
Countess, you caught sight of a figure,

no? And you disturbed him, n 'est -ce
pas?

Yes, but I only glimpsed him.

Going where?

From this room to the window.

Ah, yes.

The window with a climbing plant.

That brings us to the tramp and one very
important question.

Why did he come back?

Yes, and how could he afford an M .G.
for that matter?

The tramp who was no tramp used the
climbing clamp in order to enter the

Now, for him, the window was no
obstacle.

The safe also he opened with ease.

So what about the clothes?

The glove belonged to Mr. Bernard
Parker.

It was put there to incriminate him.

The case belonged to Lady Rancorn, or
Beatrice Palmerston is what she was

called. But always I think she will deny
it. Why? Because she brought it here in

order to sell it.

She'll never admit that. She's too
proud.

That is quite true, Miss Lemieux.

So the tramp took the jewels.

What did he do then?

He returned to the window where he was
disturbed by the cultists.

He slipped and he fell.

And the necklace?

The necklace he dropped.

Which is why he had to come back.

Wait a minute.

I've got it.

Voila. Green against green.

My necklace.

What about the tramp?

I'd still like to collar him, you know,
Farah.

Oui, the collar man.

What's the matter?

Just something she said.

Who? The Countess.

She said the singer was Japanese.

It was the pianist who was Japanese.

What of it?

Well, if she really had been in the
garden for an hour, surely she would

known.

Good night.

Miss Lemon, I thought you had already
gone.

No, I have some letters to finish.

Working late, Mr. Poirot?

Yes, I have from the Chief Inspector
Japp the reports of the jury thefts.

This work, Miss Lemon, sometimes it is
not so straightforward.

You do work so hard, Mr. Poirot.

Sometimes I think really you ought to...
Yes, Miss Lemon?

Nothing, Mr. Poirot.

Good night, Miss Lemon.

Good night.

Ten minutes until your train?

Yes.

And then your ship to America?

Yes.

Madame, you are the most remarkable, the
most unique woman that I have ever met.

But also... Opposites.

C 'est ça.

You must continue your work and I must
continue mine.

But not in the same country.

Countess, please allow me to introduce
two colleagues of mine.

Monsieur Redfern and Blake.

Good evening, ma 'am.

They are, like myself, private
detectives.

Do you really think I need an escort?

No, no, no.

They are for your protection.

During your short visit in England,
there have been four very clever

I would not wish you to be involved in a
fifth.

Of course.

Are they arms?

I believe that Mr. Redfern does carry a
gun.

Yes. Loaded with blanks, of course.

Ah, yes.

Mr. Redfern played the tramp more
convincingly than I had expected.

October Hastings.

I am afraid that it was necessary to let
him off the scent.

But I forget.

I have something for you.

A parting present.

A souvenir.

A cigarette case?

A double clue.

It of no use to me.

It's inscribed BP.

Yes.

And yet in the Russian alphabet?

A B as a V and a P as an R, is it not?

Vera Rosako?

You've been studying.

You will keep it, I hope.

Something to remember me by.

Oh.

I won't forget you.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Count that.