All language subtitles for 02. Death In The Clouds

Allow me, mademoiselle.

Thank you.

It's like an enormous birthday cake, is
it not?

So strange and so out of place in this
beautiful neighborhood.

Near the end of the last century when it
was being built, so many of the great

artists, they lived here.

Oh, yes.

Renoir, Manet, Van Gogh, so many.

It amuses me to imagine that it's made
as they saw it being constructed.

Well, actually, I think it's rather
beautiful.

You know, when I lived here,
mademoiselle, Montmartre was just a

countryside.

Strange church or a village, Nesbitt.

However, for myself, I am very happy
that it is no longer the countryside.

I greatly prefer under my feet the
paving stones.

I'd much rather spend the afternoon
shopping.

There are so many gorgeous shops in
Paris, it's quite absurd.

We've already bought the ticket,
darling.

It is why we came, Stephanie.

Yes, Nisha, thank you. I do realise.

But I didn't realise we spent the whole
week watching tennis.

For goodness sake.

Oh, really?

I do think Frenchmen are so rude, don't
you, Venetia?

Where's Madeleine?

Madeleine?

Fetch my cigarettes, will you? Yes, Lady
Aubrey.

What the fuck?

of Mr.

Perry.

Mr.

Perry leads by 4 games to 3 in the first
set.

He was jolly good.

Even you must admit, certainly.

Who was?

Fred Perry, darling.

The English one.

I wish I'd seen Perry at Wimbledon last
year. They say he was marvellous.

Well, let's hope he wins again in the
final. Yeah, that would be nice,

it?

Hello. Hello.

I felt I ought to apologise in case my
clapping deafened you.

Oh, no, don't worry.

Did you enjoy the game?

Oh, yes. It's a wonderful tournament,
isn't it?

I'm Norman Gale.

Jane Grey.

Wasn't she a queen or something?

Briefly. No relation, I'm afraid. I'm
just an air stewardess.

Well, I hope you're not flying back
before the final. Oh, no, no, definitely

not. I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Good.

Garçon.

Garçon.

15,

black.

That was a lovely dinner. Thank you,
Stephen. Glad you enjoyed it.

You mustn't worry about Cecily not
turning up.

Really.

There's probably a perfectly good
reason.

She's probably back at the hotel now.

She's been worse than ever this week.

It was marvellous that you could come
with us, Venetia.

I'm very good at being a friend of the
family.

It's my role in life, I think.

Good evening.

Madame Gisèle, s 'il vous

plaît.

I will not tolerate it! Do you
understand?

I will not tolerate it!

Hello, darling.

Can't you sleep?

It's three o 'clock.

Is it?

Did you see her?

Who? That woman.

I might have paid her just a little
visit, Stephen. On the other hand, I

not.

I suppose you went to the casino.

I might have spent just a few francs,
yes, Stephen, I must confess.

I'm not helping any more, Tiffany.

I'm simply not. You'll just have to tell
her.

Don't get so excited, darling.

You and Venetia love riding around on
horses.

And I love smoking and drinking and
losing money at the roulette table.

So long as we all leave each other to
our own devices, I don't see what the

problem is.

I'm going back to London in the morning.

Mr. Feynman, what will Venetia think?

Ah, mademoiselle.

I did not take you for an admirer of the
avant -garde.

Hello again.

Hello.

You're a little baffled by what you see?

Yes, I'm afraid I am, actually.

Well, it's hardly surprising,
mademoiselle.

The surrealists, you see, they free
themselves from the demands of logic.

They do not paint what we see before us,
the real world, as we call it. No, no,

no.

No, they struggle to express.

The unconscious.

The dream world.

Though one cannot approach the work in a
way that has logic.

You have to experience it. You have to
open your mind to it. That is all.

Come, I will show you more.

So, Mademoiselle Grey, how does the
world look now that the surrealists have

opened your mind to it?

It's all looking a little strange now,
actually.

But I'm sure it's only temporary.

It's been fascinating meeting you, Mr.
Poirot. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You are

too kind. No, it has.

But now there's a little bit of Paris
I'd like to show you.

Somewhere I'm almost sure you've never
been.

Oh, I've seen much of Paris,
mademoiselle Gray. Do not be so sure.

You are very clever, mademoiselle. Great
to attend from your seat at such short

notice.

That's your seat there.

Well, thank you. Thank you very much
indeed.

You are too kind. I'll see you later.

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

I really don't know why you're staying,
Cicely. Why didn't you go back with

Stephen?

Perhaps because even this is preferable
to being stuck in the country with all

that mud and horse manure.

Oh, you must have known what it was like
before you married him.

One never knows what one's husband is
like before one marries him.

That's one of the problems with
marriage.

Are you sure you're not staying for
other reasons?

What do you mean?

What about that actor friend of yours?

Isn't he keen on tennis?

It is interesting, is it not, how the
British regard tennis as their own

invention? And any tennis trophy is
rightfully theirs.

When the truth is, it was a French game
originally.

Jeu de paume.

11th century, I think.

It was a jolly good game, wasn't it?

And Perry absolutely thrashed Von Kram.

Are either of you going to Wimbledon?

For myself, I think not.

Depends if I can get the time off.

Me too.

You've had enough, Bethany.

I have nothing for you now. Now, do you
hear?

The cupboard is bare.

No more money. Comprenez?

Pardon.

Good morning, sir. Welcome aboard.

I hear Miss Gray will be traveling with
us, ready to cater for our every need.

How delightful.

A little party.

Ah, and there are two more to join us.
Two more aficionados of the game of

tennis. Oh, yes.

Yes, I told them yesterday. What a
coincidence.

No, no, no, no, Monsieur Gale. It is not
a coincidence.

You will go to Paris for the tennis. The
tennis finishes, you go home. What

could be more logical?

Bonjour, Monsieur.

Le bougez.

Au revoir, Ellie.

Bye.

Au revoir, madame.

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

It'll be in here, sir, if you need it.
Thank you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You're at the end, Mr. Gale, on the
right.

Call me Norman, if you like.

And you'll have a rug, if I may.

Thank you. Your hat, sir.

Thank you very much.

This

way,

ladies.

Lady Holbury.

Good care.

Is everything all right, Mr. Dupont?
Yes.

Would you like me to take your case for
you? No, no.

It contains valuable archaeological
pieces.

Equatorial African pipes, you see.

For a lecture I'm giving to the British
Archaeological Society.

Really? How interesting.

If you'll excuse me.

Sorry for asking, sir.

But I couldn't help wondering.

Would you by any chance be Mr. Daniel
Clancy, the detective writer?

Yes, yes, indeed.

I'd just like to say, sir, I'm a great
admirer of your Wilbraham Rye stories.

You're so brilliant.

A real genius.

The way you can always work out who did
it.

Yes. Yes.

I don't know how I does it myself
sometimes.

Ow! My fingernail!

What can I do for you, madam?

Get me my maid.

She's in the other compartment.

Tell her to bring my dressing kit.

Yes, madam.

It's Madeline McPeel.

Are you alright, sir? No, I am not
alright. Thank you. How can I be

Would you like something to drink, sir?

No, thank you.

Mon estomac.

Would you like some soup?

It's good.

If you wouldn't mind, sir.

Court's not there.

Thank you.

Anything closer?

More coffee?

Coffee, ma 'am?

I need a whole brick.

More coffee, sir.

Madam?

More coffee, ma 'am.

Is there a doctor?

Is anyone a doctor?

Well, it's dangerous. It mightn't be of
any help.

What is it? What has happened?

I'm afraid she's dead.

What is it, a fit?

No.

No, I think not.

It's a wasp sting. I killed a wasp with
my cup.

Yes, I saw it too.

People do die of wasp stings.

You must get back to your seats, please,
gentlemen. We're about to land.

Another wasp?

It is very like a wasp.

But it is not a wasp.

Goodness, it's a dart.

A native dart?

South American, I think.

You have seen one of these before,
monsieur?

Yes, yes, indeed.

But be careful.

Yes, you are right.

We must be very careful.

Because unless I'm very much mistaken,
mes amis...

The end is coated with poison.

I'm extremely sorry, ladies and
gentlemen.

The police won't keep you very long.

They'll let you go as soon as they've
gone through your hand luggage.

Excuse me, Mr. Quarrel? Yes.

Would you mind stepping outside?

Not at all.

I knew there was something suspicious
about him.

Didn't I say?

Well, well. Seems you can't even fly on
an aeroplane now without somebody

getting murdered.

I've been on to the surety in Paris.

Went to a chap called Fournier.

Inspector Fournier?

No.

I asked him to find out about the
murdered woman that you knew all about

already. Her name's Giselle.

Marie Giselle.

Well -known moneylender.

Specialised in lending to the sighted
people.

Always kept an ear open for their latest
scandals and then used them to

blackmail them when they got behind with
their payments.

Anyway, what can you tell me?

I gather you were sitting just a few
yards and seeing the crime.

Unfortunately, Chief Inspector, at the
time of the murder, I was asleep.

Asleep? Really?

Well, well.

Still, I dare say you have a theory or
two about who committed it.

How could I possibly have a theory,
Chief Inspector, when I still do not

comprehend what happened?

A bit odd, though, don't you think?

Death by poisoned dog on a British
aeroplane.

Bizarre, isn't the word?

John Dupont.

Large book.

In French.

Cigarette holder.

Ivory, I should say.

Small notebook.

of scribbled note.

Ornamental hollow tubes.

African pipes, I think you will find.

I was not asleep all of the time, Chief
Inspector.

I heard Monsieur Dupont tell it to the
air stewardess, Mademoiselle Jane Grey.

But Monsieur Dupont, he is an
archaeologist.

Call me what we're after.

What exactly are you after, Chief
Inspector?

Well, the question I'm asking myself,
Poirot, is how did the dart get into the

body?

You refer, I assume, to the method used
by the South American Indians, who shoot

the native thorns, such as was
discovered by the body, through the

I suppose.

Well, yes.

But how do you know about South American
Indians?

Because I have talked to Monsieur Daniel
Clancy, the well -known writer of the

detective stories.

And creator of the celebrated Gentleman
Detective, Monsieur Wilbraham Rice?

No?

Hello.

Well, Monsieur Clancy was one of the
passengers on the aeroplane.

He has researched into the subject for
one of his books.

Oh, has he?

Oui. Well, so he tells me.

If you please, Chief Inspector, when you
are finished, could you let me have a

copy of the list of the personal effects
of each passenger?

It would be of great interest to me.

Well, why would that interest you? What
are you looking for?

I do not know.

All I know is that I pursue the object
that will hold the answer to a question

that troubles me.

But such are the dilemmas with which we
daily struggle.

Norman Gale.

Grand Magazine.

England's Glory Box of Matches.

Empty.

One white linen coat.

Who dental mirror?

Dental rolls of cotton wool.

Do you reckon he's a dentist by any
chance?

It's an unforgivable invasion of
privacy.

I demand to speak to my husband and my
lawyer at once. Won't do any good,

Cecily. It's a perfectly normal
procedure, I think you'll find.

After all, the murder weapon might still
be concealed in someone's bag or cage.

Just take me to a telephone.

This way, madam.

You stay here.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'm sorry, sir, but nobody's allowed on
the plane. Those are my orders.

We need to get on board. I've strict
instructions. I'm sorry.

But we haven't cleared up in there.
There's coffee cups and goodness knows

You won't let us on board.

Oh, dear.

Ridiculous. In all the time I've worked
here... If you please, Monsieur Major.

Will you excuse us, Constable?

One moment, if you please.

I have a question, if you would be so
good.

Did either of you during a flight see a
wasp?

I saw the squashed wasp, yes, sir. In
the Young Princeman's saucer when I gave

him more coffee.

But did you see the wasp alive?

Did either of you see the wasp flying
around the cabin?

No.

No, I can't say I did. Nor did I.

But surely it was the dart that killed
the poor woman. Hasn't that been

established? Almost certainly, yes,
mademoiselle.

Then why... Mademoiselle Gray, when was
the last time you saw to be alive Madame

Giselle?

I suppose when I collected up the plates
after the meal.

If she was alive when I poured her
coffee, a few minutes later that would

Merci. Merci, Pierre.

Just one more question.

Madame Giselle, had she ever flown with
you before?

I'd never seen her, but I've only been
working here a few weeks.

Ah, yes, of course.

And you, Monsieur?

Well, yes. As a matter of fact, she flew
with us quite often.

She usually went on the first plane in
the morning, the 9 o 'clock.

This one sometimes gets busy, but
there's always room in the 9 o 'clock.

I found something far out. You'd better
come along with me.

Thank you very much.

A wooden pipe, Poirot.

So I see, Chief, it's my fault.

Just what I was looking for.

All we need to know now is how it got
here.

You see the markings?

I think you will find that it is South
American.

Just that it did not.

What's that you've got?

I do not know.

But I am sure all will become clear.

The wooden tube is rather beautiful, is
it not, Chief Inspector?

Quite frankly, Poirot, I don't much care
whether it's beautiful or South

American. At the moment, I'd just like
to know who was sitting here.

I was sitting here, Chief Inspector.

Oh, well, that puts a different
complexion on it, I suppose.

Menno?

Not at all.

Check it for the fingerprints, if you
please. I insist.

I understand it is your duty, as a
policeman of Scotland Yard, to regard

everyone as guilty until he has proven
to be innocent.

Oh, now, really? And I tell you, Chief
Inspector, I regard it as my duty to

clear my name of this inexcusable slur
as soon as possible.

Stephen, I had to talk to you. I must
warn you, something awful's happened.

There's been a murder.

Yes, on the plane.

That Giselle woman.

Come with me.

Open! Open!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Inspector Pousier, sir.

Nice to meet you, Inspector.

I demand to speak to the person in
charge.

Sorry, madam.

Don't, madam.

Do you know who I am?

What's going on?

I think you will discover, Chief
Inspector, that it is Lady Horbury.

But I'm afraid I have strict
instructions.

Look, I've told you, madam.

You may have finger on me, I support
your superior.

This lady is a... Chief Inspector Jeff,
yes.

I'd like to talk to you on your own.

I wish to complain.

If you just go back to the lounge,
please, madam, I shall be questioning

everyone shortly.

Chief Inspector, I think it would be
better to talk to Lady Holbury now.

She was sitting in a seat directly in
front of mine.

Oh, was she?

Right.

All right, Consul.

Have you ever seen this before, Lady
Holbury?

No, certainly not. Why?

Lady Aubrey, at any time during the
flight, did you see anyone move to the

of the plane?

What's it got to do with you? Just
answer the question, please.

No.

I was sitting facing the front. How
could I? I never left my seat.

But I'm thinking about the last half
hour in particular.

Did you not notice anyone at all?

No.

Well, apart from the steward and
stewardess, they were clearing the

then serving coffee. They passed by a
few times.

Did you see a wasp?

Wasp? No.

And did you know the murdered woman,
Lady Holbury?

No.

No, I'd never seen her before.

Just when I thought we were getting
somewhere.

There is something that troubles you,
Chief Inspector?

I've just heard from Fournier.

They've only just dragged themselves
round to Giselle's house.

By the time they got there, a blast had
made and destroyed all her papers.

Ah.

Then perhaps it was the lunchtime when
you informed them what happened.

I beg your pardon?

Well, it is very important in France,
the lunchtime.

But for the eating and afterwards the
sleeping.

Not for the catching of the criminals
and the collecting of the evidence.

Why do you need these papers, Chief
Inspector?

Because I think Lady Horbury knew
Giselle. I could see it in her eyes.

But I need proof.

I told them it was a waste of time
looking through our luggage.

Just because they've let us go, it
doesn't mean they don't suspect one of

That to me, all it means is they
couldn't find the answers to keep us

Excuse me, mademoiselle, that gentleman
over there with the moustaches, can you

tell me who he is?

Yes, that's Hercule Poirot.

He's the famous detective.

Tell me, did either of you see anyone
pass by Madame Giselle during the

Yes, I did.

I was handing out the meal.

I saw Mr Clancy walk right by her. He
was carrying a book.

I assume he'd taken it from his bag or
coat.

He went straight back to his seat with
it.

Did he pause as he walked by?

Or do anything in any way unusual?

I don't think so.

But I wasn't really concentrating on
him.

I'm still not used to the work.

I was terrified of dropping food.

I... And did either of you see anyone
else get up?

No.

Well, actually, I got up myself, but
only to go to the toilet.

Which is at the other end of the cabin?
Yeah.

One of you games will support us.

What an impressive house.

Yes.

I wish I could say it was mine, but I'm
afraid it's my uncle's.

The surgery's here, too. We both work
here.

Well, goodbye.

Ah, goodbye.

I was wondering, are you possibly free
for dinner?

Perhaps tomorrow night.

Goodness.

Well, how lovely.

Yes. Yes? Good. I'll telephone you
tomorrow.

You are thinking of Monsieur German, was
I?

No, actually.

I was thinking of Mr. DuPont.

Ah, the archaeologist.

Why is it that you think of him?

Well, because he came up and asked me
who you were.

It was a bit odd.

That's all.

And so you see, to Poirot, nobody is
above suspicion.

Well, I hope you don't think either of
them killed the poor woman.

Bonne affaire, mademoiselle.

Either could have done it.

Merci.

Monsieur Gale, because he could have had
access to the poison, he would have

known the doctor. For him, it would be
easy.

And Monsieur Dupont, because he travels
around the world visiting the places of

peace, he could have touched the poison
and the dove.

And of course, he killed the wasp. But I
thought Madame Giselle was killed with

the dove.

Yes, you are right, mademoiselle. The
wasp is not so much interesting as

suggestive, I think.

Mademoiselle Grey, would you be kind
enough to help me?

Thank you, Maman.

Good evening.

Monsieur Poirot. Yes.

I'm Lord Holbury.

Ah, yes.

Please.

Thank you.

You see, my wife, well, in many ways,
is...

Just not suited to the life I lead.

It's a bit of a washout, really, our
marriage.

It's entirely my fault, I freely admit
that.

I fell for her, you see.

Hook, line and thinker.

Well, she was an actress.

You know what actresses are like.

No.

What are actresses like, Lord Hopery?

Well, all things to all men, in my
experience.

I mean, she played the country lady a
bit to perfection.

until she got bored with the part.

So why do you come to me now, Lord
Aubrey?

Well, we've had the police round
already.

I don't know how they found out, but
they discovered she knew the murdered

woman. And do you believe that this
could have been sufficient justification

her to kill her?

No.

As I said, we don't get on.

We don't get on at all.

God, I know what she's capable of.

But she's not capable of murder.

Never. We've been sitting here watching
his house for an hour and a half.

He's never going to turn up.

If you can, he will turn up eventually,
mademoiselle. Have no fear.

There he is.

Do not forget the shorthand,
mademoiselle.

But I told you I don't do shorthand.

Neither I am sure does Monsieur Clancy.

Just make the little squiggles with
confidence. It will unnerve him.

M. Clancy, I confess, I am at a loss.

I tried to deduce who is the murderer of
Mme Giselle, but there are several

suspects.

The little grey cells, never do they let
me down, but in this case... And so in

despair I come to you.

Why me?

Because, M. Clancy, I'm a great admirer
of your detective, M. Wilbraham Rice.

Such logic, such a mind.

Indeed, M.

Clancy... I have read everything that
you have written.

Now, Mademoiselle Grey here has agreed
to assist me.

I know that you will have some theory of
your own about who committed the

murder, if you would be so good to tell
it.

Then Mademoiselle Grey will take it down
so that I may absorb it later.

I'm sorry, no, it's impossible.

Oh, come, come, come, monsieur, you are
too modest.

I'm useless at this sort of thing.

Wilburon does it, you see.

He works it all out for me. It's quite
brilliant.

He was helping me only just now when I
was out. We were retracing the steps of

murder. Terrible stabbing.

Monsieur Clancy, I am talking about a
real murder.

And one of the chief suspects is
yourself.

Oh, yes.

You had the opportunity.

And you were observed to pass by Madame
Giselle during the flight.

I deny it.

But I saw you, Mr. Clancy.

You were carrying a book.

Oh, yes, of course.

My Bradshaw.

It keeps the railway times.

Wilburon told me to go and get it to
check the villain's alibi.

He was absolutely right. Really cracked
it. I'd never have noticed it myself.

Perhaps Monsieur Rice could solve
another puzzle.

You told to me that you knew of the
South American Indians and their

darts because of research for one of
your books.

Unfortunately, Monsieur Clancy, there is
no mention of this subject in any of

your books.

But to my surprise, what do I see on
your shelf?

With the power invested in me by the
registrar of Paris, I now declare you

and one.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Do you speak English?

I do. Why?

You're in charge of the Giselle case.

Yes.

My name is Anne.

I'm Madame Giselle's daughter.

And I've come to claim my inheritance.

Ah, looking forward to the flight,
Poirot.

Gonna be a bit bumpy, they told me.

Gale force winds forecast over the
channel.

I have checked already, Chief Inspector.

The air, it will be beautifully calm all
of the day.

Otherwise, I cancel my flight and you go
on your own.

Just a joke.

Anyway, I've been talking to Lord and
Lady Horbury again. I admire your

industry, Chief Inspector.

And Venetia Kerr.

It's quite clear that Lady Horbury went
off gambling every night in Paris and

needs to come back in a terrible state.

But the morning before they left, she
was particularly desperate.

Which you assume is connected with
Madame Giselle.

And so we return to Paris to see what
else we can find to finally incriminate

the Lady Horbury.

Well, yes, that's what we're going for,
isn't it?

Or have you got a completely different
theory you're not telling me about?

I am reaching certain conclusions, Chief
Inspector.

But conclusions which do not yet fit
together.

unfortunately.

First, I conclude that the wasp is of
vital importance.

Yes, but she wasn't killed by the wasp.

Forensic have already confirmed that.

And secondly, the sudden appearance of
the daughter of Madame Giselle, who we

assume will inherit the money of her
mother.

Unless they find a will that says
differently.

Of course, it is possible that the
daughter might be an imposter.

Or perhaps Madame Giselle did not even
have a daughter.

Sir? Ah.

Who do you care to order?

Full English, please.

If you please, my love, may I have the
use of your seat just for one moment?

Thank you.

Monsieur.

What are you doing?

Pardon?

Where'd you get that?

This?

From Monsieur Daniel Clancy. It was in
his house.

That's evidence, Poirot.

Hello, Chief Inspector. May I present it
to you?

For myself, I have no further use of it.

I hope you're not going to make an
exhibition of yourself here like you did

that plane.

My experiments were very useful, Chief
Inspector.

They showed how dangerous a woman is
Lady Aubrey.

Well, exactly.

I mean, to be able to blow the poison
dart from one end of the cabin to the

other, first, she must have a lot of
puff.

Secondly,

Her aim must be as good as that of Fred
Perry himself.

And finally, she must have been able to
become invisible so that no one on the

plane saw her do it.

I apologize, mon ami.

Poirot has gone too far.

I'm surprised at you, Poirot. You of all
people.

I mean, what we're talking about here is
the psychological moment, surely.

Whoever murdered Giselle, whether it was
Lady Horbury or even Daniel Clancy,

clearly they chose just the
psychological moment when no one was

they could shoot the dart from wherever
they wanted.

Psychology.

You are right, Chief Inspector.

There must have been the reason
psychological why no one on the plane

murderer.

That is what we must discover.

But first, we must talk to the daughter.

If the daughter is what she really is.

What do you mean, she's gone?

She arranged to return here today where
I agreed we would take further

particulars. She was in such a hurry
before, but she did not return.

Well, let's go and find her, Fournier.

How about that for a plan?

That is the problem, you see. I do not
know where.

You mean you didn't take her address?

No. After all, she came to claim her
inheritance.

A very large amount of money, probably.

Why should she not return?

Chief Inspector, I would like it that
you stay and work with Inspector

if you please. No,

please, do not be difficult, Chief
Inspector. We are in great need of the

of the jury. We just had their help.
Look where it's gone us.

Please, Chief Inspector, look.

You remember that I removed from the
wooden tube a tiny piece of paper.

I have been studying it. Observe it, if
you please.

It has on it the letter F, which I
believe stands for Franks.

It is, I think, the remains of a price
ticket which has been torn off.

Therefore, the wooden tube, it was
purchased from a shop in Paris,

I thought it came from a South American
Indian.

No.

But now we have the need to discover
where then is this shop.

And Inspector Fournier and his men will
help you to find it.

And what are you going to do?

At first, I must rest a little,
Chrysalis.

And then I pursue the matter of the
disappearing daughter.

And you are Miss Gray?

Yes, thank you.

How do you do, Miss Gray?

How do you do, Mr. DePaul?

What a surprise.

Where are we going?

I want to show you some of the
remarkable things that archaeologists

past unearthed, Miss Gray.

Oh, wait a minute. This is ridiculous.
How did you know where to find me, Mr.

DePaul? It was easy.

I telephoned the airline. I said that I
was your brother, that I urgently needed

to contact you.

But why?

Because I need your help.

Have you ever dug up anything like this?

Not personally, no. Not yet.

My father, he was the expert.

He devoted his life to the study of
equatorial Africa.

Last year he died.

So this year I plan an expedition there
to continue his work.

Good idea.

Unfortunately, I have no money.

I need money to fund the expedition.

I look for private donations, but the
average person, it is terrible.

They care nothing about primitive
culture.

I hope you don't think I've got any
money. I wish I had.

No, no, it is not you, Mademoiselle
Grey.

It is the gentleman with the mustaches,
Monsieur Poirot.

He is a man of style, of culture.

He has money, I think.

You know him well?

Not well, no.

No, hardly at all.

Ah, how unfortunate.

I wish to ask if you would consider a
small donation.

Poirot?

Give money to the digging up of Africa?

Mon Dieu.

Perhaps that is not such a bad idea.

Voilà. We are here.

I will need your advice, mademoiselle.

Why? How can I help?

You are a daughter, are you not?

We hear that Madame Giselle had a
daughter, but perhaps this is wrong.

So cold and unfriendly.

Not what I would consider a home.

I mean there's nothing personal in it.

Nothing at all.

You are right.

S 'il vous plaît.

There are no souvenirs, no photographs,
no memories.

No, monsieur.

Ses parents sont morts.

Morts?

What's she saying? That someone's dead?

Her mistress had no family.

Both her parents are dead.

Avez -t -elle des enfants?

Non, aucun.

And there are no children?

Non.

Qu 'est -ce qui se réalise?

Une femme de renom est Anne Gisèle.
Vient de refaire son face.

She knows the name.

So Anne Giselle does exist.

The baby of Madame Giselle was
illegitimate.

So that Elise had to take care of her.

What did she say? Something about 23
years ago.

It is 23 years that her mistress took
the baby away from Elise and she has not

seen us since.

that sold the dot.

81 Porte de Clignancourt.

Greek called Xeropolis, Ramsey.

Merveilleux. The efficiency of the
French police, no?

What is it?

He's a photograph of the daughter of
Madame Giselle.

Oh, marvellous. Be a great help in
tracing her, that will.

Hold on, I've got some photos here.

Excusez -moi.

Have any of these people ever been here?

I asked her why Madame Giselle did not
take the morning flight as was usual for

her. Why didn't she?

Because the 9 o 'clock flight, it was
full, évidemment.

There was no room on it.

Well, you can't say further than that,
can you?

Ah,

excusez -moi, madame.

Where's Cecily?

I don't worry. She's in bed, fast
asleep.

But nights bring out in the fresh air
like this.

The two of us, you mean?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I do.

Well, who knows? One day, well, maybe
things will be simpler.

Cecily did the decent thing, you mean?

And what will the decent thing be, in
your opinion, Venetia?

Well, if she confessed, I suppose.

Isn't that what we both want? Rin,
Steve?

Jap here.

Yes, I know it's crackly. I'm talking
from France.

I want you to find Lady Cicely Hallbury
at once.

H -O -R -B for Bertie, U -R -I.

Belgravia. Oh, yes, another place. Big
house in Suffolk.

Well, look it up in the file.

And don't lose sight of her.

What?

Yes, and ring me back as soon as you've
traced her.

Morning, Poirier.

Sit down.

So, what have you found out for me?

I have been to see Madame Giselle's
lawyer, Inspector.

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector.

I have seen the will.

And it is true. Madame Giselle left her
daughter and Giselle all her money,

except for a small amount for the maid,
Elise Grandier.

I see.

Thank you for me.

That is correct. The 9 o 'clock flight
was paused, so I booked Madame Giselle

the midday flight.

How strange.

Why, what's strange about it? Flights
are often booked up well in advance.

But not this one, monsieur.

What do you mean?

I'm an air stewardess.

A colleague of mine was on the nine o
'clock flight.

She told me it was virtually empty.

So perhaps you could now tell me the
truth, monsieur.

Well, it...

Very well.

A man came in. He gave me 4 ,000 francs
to tell her the early plane was full.

There didn't seem to be any harm in it.

I didn't know she was going to be
murdered.

Describe this man, s 'il vous plaît.

He was an American, tall, young, with a
goatee beard and glasses.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.

With glasses.

And a hat.

And he chewed gum like all Americans.

And his French accent, it was terrible.

Of course.

Look, I will show you the tray where I
keep the wooden pipes.

The junk tray, I call it.

I keep it for all the Americans.

No, no, no, no.

I bring it to you.

Enjoy, good son.

But there wasn't an American on board.

Where has he come from?

Mademoiselle, you have helped me very,
very much.

I thank you.

I haven't done much.

Oh, yes, already you are like a true
professional.

With a young man at the airline office,
you played your role, but perfection.

Ah, the wooden tube.

May I? Maybe.

C 'est joli, n 'est -ce pas?

Mais qu 'est -ce que c 'est?

Ah, the little pieces of silk. Such
workmanship.

What else do you observe, mademoiselle?

Well, the silk is red.

I thought the dart that killed Madame
Giselle had black and yellow on it. But

you see the murderer, he replaced the
red silk.

With the black and yellow.

You seem to be in a hurry, mademoiselle.

Oh, not really.

Well, Norman, Mr. Gale said he might
call. He thought he might come over for

couple of days.

I see.

Mademoiselle Gray, I've been thinking. I
have been thinking very hard.

I wish that you say to Monsieur Dupont
that Poirot is very happy to give to him

for his expedition the sum of 500
pounds.

500 pounds?

Oui. That's extremely kind.

But of course.

What if

that woman Fournier let slip is not the
real

daughter, Poirot?

Who else do we know who is of an age
that would be correct for the daughter

Madame Gisèle?

I tell you.

We know three women.

The Honorable Venetia Kerr, Mademoiselle
Jane Gray, and the Lady Aubrey.

All three were on the airplane.

Well, I'd still pluck the Lady Horbury.

But why, Chief Inspector?

Well, for one thing, because that
concierge at Giselle's finally admitted

she recognized her.

She told you this?

Said she'd been there several times.
Last time, she stormed out, slamming the

door behind her.

You discovered all this while knowing
virtually no French?

Chief Inspector, you're a miracle.

Well, a bit of ingenuity, expressive
hand gestures, that sort of thing.

We make progress, Fournier.

Chief Inspector Japp believes that Lady
Holbury committed a murder.

Whilst I, I have discovered that the
purchaser of the poisoned dart was a

He can't have been. Mais oui, an
American.

Or he seems to be. He chews gum, he
wears the American spectacles, and

with the most terrible French accent.

But it is easy to be an American in
Paris, n 'est -ce pas, Fournier?

Mais oui, c 'est tellement. So I suggest
that he is a stage American.

You mean it was a disguise?

So it cannot be Lady Horbury.

Unless she has an accomplice.

Now, that is possible.

Wasn't there some gossip about her in
the newspapers?

About her having an actor friend?

Not in the newspapers that I read, Chief
Inspector.

But you may be right.

Jaffa.

What?

What do you mean?

Well, where is she?

Wonderful.

I put a couple of men on to Lady
Horbury, but it seems they were too

They've missed her.

No one knows where she is.

She's vanished.

Oh, dear.

So you have now a lost suspect too,
Chief Inspector.

So, now I leave you, mademoiselle.

But aren't you going to say hello to
Norman?

In such a situation, three is a
considerable crowd, I think.

Excuse me.

Mr. Mitchell, is he home?

Oh, of course.

Mr. Poirot.

Oui. May I, please?

Please do.

Thank you.

No more murders, I hope, Mr. Mitchell?

No.

You know, it is truly fortunate to meet
you here, Monsieur Michel. I have a

question to ask you.

When you cleared the table of Madame
Giselle after she died, did you notice

anything unusual?

No. No, I don't think so.

What sort of thing?

Anything. Anything at all.

Think hard, please. It is very
important.

Yes, there was something. It's silly,
I'm sure, but...

No, two coffee spoons and a saucer. It
can sometimes happen when you're in a

rush, and it's better to lay too much
than too little.

People can get terribly irritable if
everything isn't exactly right.

Bill, that's not what you're after.

Au contraire, Monsieur Michel.

Thank you very much.

It is a clue of the most vital
importance.

It's so nice to be able to spend time
together in Paris.

Yes, it is.

And I'll be fascinated to see where the
old woman lived.

Anyway, why do you think Poirot suddenly
agreed to give Dupont the money?

I don't know.

Why, do you think it's odd?

Do you think he's worked out some
theory?

What? That Jean Dupont murdered Giselle?

Do you believe he could have done it?

I don't know.

He's a bit funny.

But he seemed quite nice to me.

All nice.

Not that nice.

This is her house.

We're being watched.

Hello?

I was looking for Inspector Fournier.

How can we help you, mademoiselle?

Madame.

Madame. Pardon?

Well, I've come to apologize.

You see, I came to see Inspector
Fournier a little while ago about a

important matter.

You're Madame Giselle's daughter?

Yes.

Please, sit down.

It's unforgivable, I know.

But I was in such a frantic state.

You see, I only read about her death the
day I was going to get married.

The minute the ceremony was finished, I
hurried over here.

And then I wished I hadn't.

I felt awful about my poor husband just
waiting for me.

And we couldn't possibly cancel the
honeymoon.

So I just didn't come back.

Until now, when the honeymoon has
finished.

Yes.

Do you have any idea of the trouble
you've caused, Mrs... Richards.

I think we need a few facts.

For a start, how do we know you're who
you say you are?

I thought of that.

I bought you my birth certificate.

Do I not know you, madame?

There is something about you that I seem
to recognise.

I don't see how.

I was brought up in Toronto after my
mother abandoned me.

Do you know Canada?

Alas, no.

Were you ever in contact with your
mother, Mrs. Richards?

Not at all.

She never came to Canada to see me.

She never wrote to me.

She obviously didn't care at all about
me.

And naturally, you hated her for this.

I didn't care.

That's all.

Why should I?

I just hope she's left me a lot of
money.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

What's money, after all?

Get me another drink, Raymond.

Ah,

is this the newspaper that you tell me
about, Chief Inspector?

The one that reveals the gossip of the
English upper classes and their friends?

Yes, and it's very difficult to get over
here.

So I see. The date is yesterday.

Here, mon ami, the newspaper of today.

Ah, thanks.

It's in French, Poirot.

Struth, it's Lady Horbury.

She disappears from her home in England,
only to reappear here in Paris under

our very noses.

With, let me translate for you, Chief
Inspector, with her traveling companion,

the well -known British actor, Mr.
Raymond Barraclough.

No, no, no, no, please.

Poirot has a plan.

Is that all right?

No.

It is terrible.

Regardez. She won't be able to recognize
me. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

Yes, but I did not intend that you
should look like Santa Claus.

Come, Monsieur Gale, into the next room
and sit in that chair, if you please.

Mademoiselle Gray, if you would be so
kind as to hold the mirror.

And, Monsieur, if you will hold the
towel.

Eh bien, do not worry.

Hercule Poirot will make you look like a
human being again.

Eddie Holbury.

Daily Record, Paris correspondent.

I'm sorry to bother you, but we'd really
like to do a piece on you for our

series The English in Paris.

No, certainly not. No, really, Lady
Horbury, the photographer will be here

just a second. Just a photo of yourself
and Mr Barraclough here.

How dare you? Get away from me!

Now, I really don't think you should be
taking that attitude.

We'll be here again tomorrow morning,
Lady Horbury.

Obviously, we've got an excellent story
here already.

Now, look what you've done.

I'm sorry.

Just leave me alone. You're pathetic.

Ah, Lady Rupert, bonjour.

You care to join me?

May I get you something? A coffee,
perhaps? No, thank you, I'm all right.

A cigarette, perhaps?

Thank you.

There is something perhaps you would
like to tell Poirot?

Then he can help.

No, it's nothing, really.

But I think that is not so.

On the day before the murder, your good
friend, Monsieur Barraclough, he was in

Paris.

Yes.

And you saw him while you were in Paris.

And you also saw Madame Giselle, did you
not? And she refused to release you

from your gambling debts.

I didn't know what to do.

Stephen wouldn't pay them.

I knew he wouldn't, not anymore.

They were enormous.

Much more than he imagined.

She threatened me.

She said she'd tell people about them.

To Blimhampton.

I'd never have been able to hold my head
up again.

So the truth is that you and Monsieur
Barraclough were delighted when she

Yes.

It was wonderful.

Almost too wonderful to believe.

Ah, Farah.

Chief Inspector?

Almost there.

Well, did you find out what you wanted?

Yes. Thank you, Chief Inspector.

I must file it.

What?

Oh, my nail.

It's nothing. It needs filing.

Non, non, non, non.

Now I understand.

Chief Inspector, get a taxi at once.
Unless I am very much mistaken, Madame

Richards, she is in great danger.

She left about an hour ago with an
American.

She seemed surprised to see him.

And where did they go, madame? Can you
tell us that?

Oh, yes.

He ordered a taxi for the Gare du Nord.

They were going to England.

I heard him tell her.

My usual phone, madame.

Hello?

Suicide? That is what the police
suspect, Mr. Gale.

That's terrible.

Wait. What about her husband? Has he
been told?

I believe the police have been unable to
trace the whereabouts of Mr. Richards.

So far.

Is there anything we can do to help?

I regret that it is too late for anyone
to help the daughter of Madame Giselle.

However... If you both would be so kind,
there is something you could do to

help.

Please, join me in my suite, as I have
called together all those I consider

relevant to this case.

Why?

Well, surely you don't think...
Mademoiselle, I think only of

murderer of Madame Giselle.

I hope you only think of that also.

Mesdames, messieurs.

First, I have the task to restore the
reputation of Hercule Poirot, the

celebrated detective who had the
misfortune not to observe the cunning

Madame Marie Giselle, even though it
took place not ten meters away from him.

And so.

When I had the dubious pleasure to
attend the final of the tennis match,

I observed an incident between you, Lady
Holbury, and Madame Giselle.

It seemed to me quite clear that she had
some hold of you.

No more money.

Comprenez? A hold that you might go to
any lengths to be rid of.

Oh, now, that is outrageous.

Cicely would never be involved. Mr.
Raymond Barraclough.

You are, I understand, an actor.

A profession that I think would equip
you very well.

for the impersonation of the mysterious
American who seems to have been the

accomplice of the murderer.

And how are we supposed to have carried
out this murder?

Well, as for opportunity, the wooden
tube was hidden in the gap next to your

seat on the plane.

But, as my experiments prove most
conclusively, it would have been

for anyone to have blown the dart on the
plane without the greatest risk of

being seen.

And so we ask ourselves...

This question.

Why was the wooden tube hidden in such a
place where it would undoubtedly have

been found?

To mislead us.

Vraiment, Chief Inspector.

So next, we come to the wasp.

What was the purpose of the wasp? The
same thing. To mislead us as well.

Thank you, Mademoiselle Grey.

You know, Mademoiselle Grey has been
such a help to me throughout.

Une parfaite assistante.

And she is right.

But by the time the body of Madame
Giselle was discovered, the wasp, it was

also.

Because it had been killed by Monsieur
Dupont.

It was burdling around my coffee.

But did you have to kill it, sir?

Was that really necessary?

What?

Are you saying that because I killed a
wasp, I also killed Madame Giselle?

That is ridiculous.

If the wasp was put there to mislead us,
was there not also a danger of it

failing to do so?

Unless, of course, our attention was
drawn to it by the murderer himself.

It's a wasp sting.

I killed a wasp with my cup.

All I did was kill a wasp with my cup.

However, mesdames et messieurs, we know
that the murder was not committed by the

wasp.

And we know that it was not committed by
the use of the wooden tube. No.

It was committed by the poison dart
being pushed into the neck of Madame

by the hand.

Now, we know of only three people who
passed by Madame Giselle during the

flight. The two air stewards, Monsieur
Mitchell and Mademoiselle Jean Grey.

And Monsieur Daniel Clancy?

Oh, really, I didn't come all this way
to... So why did you come all this way,

Mr. Clancy?

Because it would have been too
suspicious to have refused?

How dare you?

Monsieur Clancy displayed an expert
knowledge of the murder weapon.

Goodness, it's a dart.

Native dart.

And in his house, I found a wooden tube
very similar to the one we discovered on

the plane.

I told you.

It was for a search for a book. For a
book that you never wrote, Monsieur

Clancy? Because Wilbraham wouldn't let
me.

He thought the whole idea preposterous.

How can I write a detective story when
my detective refuses to take any part in

it?

What's he talking about?

I fear that Monsieur Clancy suffers from
a malady common to many writers of

fiction. His characters, they...

Take control.

At times they appear to him more real
than the world around him.

You mean he's a madman?

A murdering madman. Keep him away from
me.

Please, Lady Holbury.

Rest calm.

Now, as for the two air stewards, I have
already discounted Monsieur Mitchell.

Well, that only seems to leave you, Miss
Gray, wouldn't you say?

Now, look, I'm sorry. I protest.

This is part a joke. No.

It's all right, Norman.

I was indeed suspicious of Mademoiselle
Gray.

I was suspicious of her new friendship
with Monsieur Gayle.

Was this friendship really new?

Or was she the true daughter of Madame
Giselle?

But then, of course, at last...

We met the real daughter of Madame
Giselle.

As soon as she entered the room... I was
looking for Inspector Fournier.

I was convinced I had seen this lady
somewhere before.

It was not until Mademoiselle Grey
caught her nail that I remembered.

My nail.

I must file it.

In the lobby of the hotel.

When I first saw Lady Horbury, she was
accompanied by her maid.

Fetch my cigarettes, will you? Yes, Lady
Horbury.

On the plane, when she called out for
the nail file, it was brought to her by

the same maid, a lady that we later came
to know as Anne Giselle.

I've come to claim my inheritance.

This is all very ingenious, but I'm
afraid Monsieur Poirot doesn't really

it. He keeps deliberately changing his
story.

First, poor Jane killed Giselle.

And now, her daughter did.

No, not now, Monsieur Gehry. The
daughter did not kill the mother.

The maid of Lady Horbury, she left the
first -class cabin at the start of the

flight, and we know that Madame Giselle
did not die until shortly before we

landed. Then how did she die?

You will recall, Monsieur Gayle, that I
asked you to disguise yourself as a

reporter to go to see Lady Horbury. He
was... I apologize for the

deceit, madame.

But you know, at first, the disguise of
Monsieur Gayle, it was hopelessly

unconvincing.

But why?

Why was the disguise of Monsieur Gayle
so unconvincing?

There are two reasons for this.

First, to make me believe that it would
be impossible for him to impersonate the

mysterious American.

And secondly, and most important of all,
to ensure

that I would never learn the truth about
how this murder was committed.

You see,

In the list of the personal belongings
of Monsieur Gayle, I had already noticed

that he was traveling with his dentist's
coat.

During the flight, when coffee had been
served and the air stewards were in

another part of the plane,

Monsieur Gayle makes the visit to the
toilet.

He changes into his dentist's coat and
alters his appearance with the help of

some cotton wool which he had brought
for the purpose.

which gives him the task of a steward to
carry out, and hurries down the

corridor of the play.

He then pushes the poisoned thorn into
the neck of Madame Marie -Giselle.

On his way back, while I was asleep, he
put the wooden tube into the seat in

front of mine.

He then returned to the toilet and
removed his disguise.

Very good, Monsieur Poirot.

You have thrown the real murderer
completely off his guard. Now, could

we have the real solution, please?

I think you will find, Monsieur Gale,
that the truth of how this crime began

even more intriguing.

Anne Giselle hated her mother for
abandoning her when she was a baby.

She was brought up in Canada.

and came to England to work as a maid.

By coincidence, she came into the
employment of Lady Horbury and began to

into the high society.

Despite your humble profession, Monsieur
Gale, you aspired yourself to this

society.

And no doubt it was on one such occasion
that you met the maid of Lady Horbury.

Your relationship, it developed.

Until one day, this same maid told to
you her secret.

She pointed out to you her mother and
told you of the power she had over Lady

Horbury.

Of course, after 23 years, Madame
Giselle did not recognize her daughter.

And luckily for you, her daughter hated
her mother so much that she willingly

agreed to your plan.

To murder her in such a way that Lady
Horbury would be blamed.

He planned all that.

I could have... I mean, the police, very
nearly.

With Madame Giselle dead, it was
official that Monsieur Gayle should now

married to the daughter.

Anne would claim her inheritance, but in
the event of her death, her husband

would receive the wealth of Madame
Giselle.

But then Monsieur Gayle learned that I
had met Anne in the office of Inspector

Fournier.

He ordered a taxi for the Gare du Nord.

He was terrified that I might discover
that also she was the maid.

Poor woman's death was suicide. You told
me. No, no, no, no, no, Monsieur Gayle.

You see, you left your fingerprints on
the poison bottle. Now, that's

ridiculous, because I will... You wore
the gloves when you committed the

Indeed.

Thank you.

You better come along with me, son.

I thought... I don't know.

You liked Monsieur Gale?

Yes.

And you thought that he liked you?

But you are wrong, mademoiselle.

Oh, please, Nick.

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

He did not like you.

He loved you.

I see it in the eyes.

I was getting a bit worried there,
Poirot. In case you'd done it after all.

In your sleep, perhaps.

Very droll, Chief Inspector.

One thing I don't understand, though.

What put you onto Norman Gale in the
first place?

In the first place, eh bien, in the
first place, I look for the home of the

wasp. And in the belongings of Monsieur
Gayle, there was a matchbox.

An empty matchbox.

Parfait.

So, where are you taking me, Poirot?

Little farewell lunch, I hope.

Nice little restaurant you've just
discovered.

I'm getting quite keen on this French
food, you know.

Not exactly, Chief Inspector.

Food for the soul, mon ami.