All language subtitles for 02 - The Underdog

My dear Horace, we were all disappointed
not to see you at our conference in

Berlin.

England is in danger of becoming
isolated, you know.

Many interesting developments were
discussed. In particular, Sir Ruben

new astro -brain compound.

It's rumoured that Farben's over here
will manufacture it under licence.

But then, you know what gossip
scientists can be.

Oh, you're not trying, Mr. Poirot.

Miss Lemon, I am aware that you are
fully qualified in the practice of the

hypnotics. I do not dismiss that, but...
You know, with a person whose character

is so forceful and whose intellect is so
powerful... But think how useful it

would be to you in your investigations.

Very well, if it will please you.

Proceed.

Your eyes are feeling heavy.

You are going to sleep.

What on earth's going on?

Please, Captain Hastings.

Oh, sorry.

I just wanted to know what time you
wanted to leave in the morning for the

captain's play, Did Abbots Cross.

Mr. Porrow didn't tell me.

I did tell you, Miss Lemon, you simply
forgot to enter it.

Mr. Poirot, I am trying to be helpful.
Miss Lemon, I am very grateful to you,

but really I have no need of the
hypnotics. I prefer to use my little

grasshopper.

Hastings, thank you for coming. I
thought we might make an early start in

morning. What's this captain's plate?

Well, it's a golf trophy, of course. Two
-day event. A friend of mine, Charles

Leveson, has invited me to partner him.

Surely you're far too busy to attend
golf matches, Mr. Poirot. Yes, I am,

Lemon, but there is another invitation I
could not resist.

The uncle of Monsieur Leveson is Sir
Ruben Astwell, and we have been invited

dine with him. He has the finest
collection of Belgian miniature bronzes

Europe. And Belgian miniature bronzes,
they are the finest in the world.

Why is that?

Because they are the largest.

Truly, Sir Ruben Astwell must be a man
of exquisite taste and sensitivity.

And I want that letter off to IG Farber
today.

I've been thinking, Reuben. I'm not sure
we're doing the right thing. I'll do

anything that's necessary.

But as your partner, I'm entitled to my
opinion.

That's my junior partner. You're
entitled to do what I say.

Victor, don't think you can take
liberties just because you're my

Well, this is a right mess.

Isn't it?

I'm afraid... Don't tell me it was an
accident. More like damn carelessness.

No, sir.

It wasn't an accident.

Are you sure it was him? There's no
question, Sir Rubin. I saw his face

clearly. And we know what he was after.
Yes, I put it in your brother's office.

I think this will be safer with me.

Mr. Poirot, you're in room 12.

Mr. Hastings, room 13.

Thank you, sir.

We've got some pretty stiff competition,
Charles. Don't worry, old boy. I've

been putting in hours of practice. And I
know these greens like the back of my

hand. Such dedication.

Do you play, Mr. Poirot?

Rarely, Mr.

Leveson. I must confess, I owe my
presence here more to arts than to

Charles, here I am.

Good luck.

Thanks, Lily.

Miss Lily Margrave, my aunt's companion.

Let me introduce my partner, Captain
Hastings.

How do you do, Miss Margrave? How do you
do?

And this is Mr. Hercule Poirot.

Enchanté, mademoiselle.

How do you do, Mr. Poirot?

When Charles told me you were coming to
dinner, I was so excited.

Did the fire cause much damage, then?

Nothing that can't be repaired.

I've got Trefusis coming down this
weekend to discuss what needs to be

He's staying for dinner.

We've already got dinner guests.

Well, that's damned inconvenient.

I did tell you.

They're friends of Charles.

Charles takes too much for granted.

Excuse me, sir. Sir Ruben would like a
word with you.

He's in the billiard room.

Thank you, Parsons.

You wanted to see me, Uncle?

Yes. And you know what about?

You've had all week to think it over.

Well, I did think it over.

But, well, I mean, working for the firm,
it's not really my cup of tea, is it?

And what exactly is your cup of tea?
Well, actually, I had some idea of

a golf professional. Play golf?

That's your idea of a job?

Well, I am really going to do that.

I mean, earlier on today, I... Last
year, he wanted to become...

Lady Astwell thought she might have left
her reading glasses on your desk.

Did she?

Well, she must have made a mistake.

She's not the only one who's mistaken,
Miss Margrave.

And this isn't the first time I've
caught you in here messing around with

papers. I don't know what you're talking
about. No.

Please let go of my arm.

I want you out of this house first thing
on Monday morning.

Your services are no longer required.

I found it.

Where? Within his study.

War, Poirot.

That's what I said.

War is what I mean.

When it's coming soon, you mark my
words.

With anyone in particular, Sir Rubin?

Germany, of course.

Rearming. They've remilitarized the
Rhineland.

They'll be all over Europe before you
know it.

Probably start with your place, Belgium.

Shouldn't take them long.

You will forgive me, Sir Reuben, if I do
not view the prospect with such sang

-froid.

I myself have experienced for the first
time the horror and destruction of war

with Germany.

I'm not saying that war is a nice
business, but business it is.

War and chemicals go hand in glove.

There are more important things than
business.

Business will not be the only
beneficiary. Think of the great strides

science will make.

New fuels, new alloys. And it'll do
wonders for the economy.

Do you know how many unemployed we have
today?

More than a million.

More than a million scrounging on the
dole.

War seems a pretty drastic solution.

I think I agree with Victor.

Well, you would, Nancy.

Never could face facts.

Always the great actress.

Could we talk about something a little
more pleasant?

Exquisite.

Hastings, this is undoubtedly the work
of Auguste Clouet.

And Auguste Clouet, he is one of the
finest craftsmen in Liège.

Fascinating. Oh, magnifique.

This is incredible.

A Tinderman?

A genuine Jules Tinderman?

With a whole collection, it is
magnificent.

Is it?

I got it at a knock -down price.

I'm hoping to sell it.

For a profit.

How can you bear the sacrifice?

Sacrifice?

Well, as far as I'm concerned, whoever
buys them can melt them down for scrap.

Never Hastings.

Never have I met a man so obnoxious.

And I swear, that wine he gave to us, he
manufactured in his chemical factory.

Not the most pleasant evening, I agree.

Sorry about the bronzes.

Such a philistine should have them in
his custody.

It is an offence against art and
justice.

I say.

I thought I'd walk you back to your
hotel.

I'll give you a spot of fresh air.

All right.

Yes, I think I should retire now.

Thank you for a most enjoyable evening,
ladies.

Good night, Mr.

Trefusis.

That'll be all, Parsons. Very good, your
ladyship.

Tell me, Mr. Leveson, in order to
deserve a knighthood, your uncle must

rendered some service more special in
this part.

Bought and paid for, like everything
else.

The man's a monster.

A bully and a liar.

A liar, Mr. Poirot.

I'm surprised that Lady Astor are
putting up with it.

Well, I'm not going to work in his
blasted factory.

I'll show him.

I don't want to hear any more of this
sentimental, patriotic clout.

We're in business to make money, and the
Germans are willing to pay it.

What we are selling them will be used
for military purposes.

About Lily. I've told you Nancy she's
going and that's all there is to it.

I have any say in the matter? I have
held a ten a penny. You can get another

one.

I've just about had as much as I'm going
to take.

My God!

No harm done.

Good night.

Quick blow to the head, saw him off I'd
say.

There's the murder weapon.

If I might ask, sir, what condition was
Mr.

Leveson when he left you last night?

In a state of the most regrettable
inebriations, why do you ask?

Well, it sounds as though he was the
last one to see his uncle alive.

Parsons the butler heard Mr.

Leveson having an argument with his
uncle.

Couldn't hear exactly what they were
saying.

You have, of course, questioned Mr.
Leveson himself.

I did, sir.

He admitted that they'd had a quarrel.

But he says they patched it up.

You can say goodbye to the golf
tournament.

It would be indecent to do otherwise.

Adieu.

Adieu.

If you please, Mr. Haswell, at what time
did you leave the study of Sir Reuben

last night?

About 11 .15.

We've been discussing some business
matters.

Excuse me, Your Ladyship.

Mr. Leveson's bedroom door appears to be
locked.

He's run for it.

He can't have got far.

Right, in the car!

If he did it in a sudden temper, it
would be treated as manslaughter.

But he didn't do it, Victor.

Excuse me.

You don't believe it either, do you, Mr.
Poirot?

Believe what, Lady Aswell? That Charles
murdered my husband.

I know, I know all the facts are against
him, but I tell you, Mr. Poirot, I tell

you, he's innocent.

And the reason for your certainty, Lady
Aswell?

Intuition. Ah, yes, the female
intuitions.

Lady Aswell, if you'll be so kind, the
will of your husband and his estate, to

whom was it left?

Half to me, half to Victor.

And Monsieur Leveson?

Well, his mother, Reuben's sister, knew
that he was a bit scatterbrained, so she

left her estate in Reuben's hands on
condition that he made Charles a

allowance. It was almost a deathbed
promise. Which he kept?

Until yesterday, when my husband
threatened to cut Charles off without a

unless he took a job with a firm.

I see.

Tell me, Lady Astral, last night you
came to the study to see your husband

what?

Oh, that was just some domestic matter.

You had a quarrel?

He was making the most absurd
allegations against Lily.

Accusing her of interfering with his
private papers.

Spying.

Lily's a dear girl.

I regard her as I would have favoured
niece.

Charles is very fond of her. You know
she came with excellent references.

Might I see these references?

Is that really necessary?

Just to satisfy my curiosity.

I've come to see Mr. Naylor.

Mr. Naylor appears to be out at the
moment, Miss.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Can I take a message?

Oh.

Please give him this when he returns.

He's expecting it.

Certainly, Miss.

I don't know what things are coming to
you, Gladys.

Policemen and detectives.

All over the place.

I expect it will be the press next.

Oh, would you think I'll get my picture
in the paper, Mr Parsons?

Mr Parsons, a word with you, if I may?

Certainly, sir.

Excuse me.

Mr Parsons, I understand that last night
you heard Mr Leveson having the

arguments with Sir Rubin.

Yes, sir. I heard him cry out.

Then there was a heavy thud.

Mr. Leveson shouted, my God.

Did you try to ascertain the reason for
this disturbance?

I did, sir.

I went out of my room and listened at
the foot of the back stairs.

I heard Mr. Leveson call out, no harm
done.

And then he went off, whistling, as
cheery as you like, sir.

Ow! What have you done now, girl?

cut myself.

There's a bit of metal sticking out of
the table.

Monsieur

Parsons,

have you noticed if any of your cutlery
is damaged?

As it happens, one of the knives is
missing its point, sir.

I think you'll find it here embedded in
the table.

Well, thank you, sir. I'll see to it.

Can you get a bandage around that,
Gladys?

Yes, Mr.

Parsons.

I'll wash your handkerchief for you,
sir.

No, no, no, no, Mademoiselle Gladys.
Thank you. There is no need. You are

kind.

Your business discussion last night with
Sir Ruben, your brother, it was

friendly? Why should it have been
otherwise?

Because I detected at the dinner table a
certain attention.

Yes, well, we did have a disagreement.

A quarrel?

I wouldn't call it that.

A heated argument.

It was over this.

We have developed a synthetic rubber.

Astroprene.

Remarkable stuff.

Made from oil.

Amazing properties.

Strong as mild steel.

High abrasion factor.

Ideal for motor tires.

Ruben intended to license its
manufacturer to IG Farben.

You've heard of them?

Yes, of course. They are the largest
chemical manufacturers in Germany.

Do you have the objections?

It's all academic now.

I'm cancelling the transaction.

I will be with you in just a moment,
Monsieur Poirot.

Please, Monsieur Trofusis, do not hurry
yourself.

We both know how important it is to
weigh things most carefully.

I am

at your disposal.

Merci.

I am trying to establish where everyone
was at the time of the murder of Sir

Ruben.

I was sound asleep in bed. I retired
shortly after you left. And you departed

early in the morning?

Yes, before breakfast.

Last night you talked at dinner about
the scientific developments in Germany.

Did I?

You are fluent in the language?

Well, I should be. I worked and studied
in Germany for a number of years.

You have there a number of friends.

Oh, I keep in touch with colleagues.

Well, if you have no further questions,
Monsieur Poirot.

Thank you, Monsieur Trofusis. I am very
sorry to have disturbed you.

A vintage year, you would say?

This is the parcel you've been waiting
for, sir.

Thank you. I've enjoyed my stay.

My car is just outside.

Exhibition Road, London.

So, you say this Monsieur Naylor took
the passport with him when he left the

hotel? Yes.

Thank you, Hastings.

Is that blood, Poirot?

Yes, Hastings, but it is not mine.

Gladys, the maid, she cut her finger
when she found the tip of a knife

in the table where Victor Asphalte was
seated.

You don't suspect him, do you?

It is by no means certain that your
friend Charles is the murderer,

Indeed, Lady Aswell is deeply convinced
that he is not.

I've never known you place much faith in
intuition.

Intuition, Hastings, often describes
some fact that is so deeply buried in

subconscious that the subject is not
aware of its existence.

What fact?

Lydia Hastings.

If I knew that, the case, it would be
solved.

Lily Margrave's references.

Lady Astor sent my special delivery.

Thank you, Miss Lemont.

It is indeed most fulsome in its
presence.

It's certain, that is the crest of the
noble Duchess of Perthshire.

How interesting.

Tell the truth, Charles.

What have you got to lose?

Oh.

When I arrived back from the golf club,

I went up to his study.

I was in a bit of a temper.

And I wanted to have it out with the old
devil.

I went into his study.

And he was sitting at his desk.

Well, at least, that's how it looked.
I've just about had as much as I'm going

to take of you.

You swine.

Are you here?

Oh.

Don't like it?

When someone stands up to you, do you?

I hear when someone stands up to you, do
you?

Nothing to say.

Oh, my God!

So when you found him, Monsieur Maxwell
was in fact already dead.

But why on earth did you make a run for
it?

Well, when the maid saw the blood, I...
I just panicked.

You see, I knew you wouldn't believe me.

I mean, who would?

Poirot might.

You do realize I can't guarantee any
results, Mr. Poirot.

I have the most complete faith in you,
Miss Lemon.

You are sleepy.

Very sleepy.

Your eyelids are heavy.

They are closing, closing. This really
is quite absurd.

Relax.

You are going to sleep.

Lady Aswell, you are now asleep.

You can hear me and you can answer my
questions.

I can hear you. I can answer your
questions.

It is the night of the murder.

You are seated at the dining table.

Describe to me what you saw and what you
felt.

I... I'm in great distress.

Worried about Lily.

Victor's looking at Ruben in an angry
way.

Tell me about Victor.

Such a dear man.

We love each other very much.

It is later in the evening.

You go to the study.

Is Victor there?

No.

He's just coming out.

He looked pale and angry.

You enter the study.

You have a terrible scene with your
husband, do you not? She's going and

all there is to it. Don't I have any say
in the matter? Eight companions of ten

a penny.

You can get another one.

Very soon, you will be murdered.

Do you know who murdered your husband,
Lady Asper?

It wasn't Charles.

How do you know?

Because of the curtain.

Don't I have any say in the matter? Paid
companions obtain a penny.

What about the curtain?

It was worth a... a shape.

A shape?

Is there someone behind the curtain? Who
is behind the curtain, Lady Aswell?

Really, Mr. Poirot, this has gone on
long enough. She's in distress. Can't

see that?

Lady Aswell, the curtain. Is there
someone behind the curtain?

Too late. She's coming out of it.

I've been having a nap.

That's it.

Just a little nap.

Did I... Did I say anything?

Not as much as I could.

In the evening of the tragedy, I
understand that you had retired to bed

Lady Aswell went to the study. Is that
not so?

Yes.

Did you by any chance leave your room
again?

No.

Did you go into the study at any time
during the evening?

No.

Not at any time.

In what way, Mr. Poirot?

As I recall that evening, you wore a
dress of green chiffon.

Such a pity it has been torn.

Where did you find that?

Did you go into the study again after
dinner? No. Yes.

I may have.

Yes, I remember now.

I was in the study the previous evening,
and I was wearing the same dress.

Ah, the same dress.

How sad that you appear to have spilt
onto it some of Sir Ruben's most

wine.

Or is it blood?

they hear under it, Warren.

It must have something to do with that
parcel.

I think I know where she's going.

Exhibition Road. She'll catch the 115.

You are sure of the timetable, Hastings?
Absolutely positive.

Then we have just the time.

But you must drive like the winds.

I'm depending on you to navigate.

When's the next week's London?

Where is this exhibition room?

It should be up here on the right.

It's full of museums and colleges.

But for us, only one that matters.

A hurried departure, mademoiselle
Magritte.

If that is indeed your name.

My real name is Lily Naylor.

Humphrey's my brother.

And you, Monsieur Naylor, are a research
fellow here at the Imperial College?

Yes. In polymer chemistry.

The molecular forms of repeating units.
We are talking about synthetic rubber.

In this instance, yes.

I made a breakthrough with one compound.

It wasn't perfect, but it was nearly
there.

The trouble was that it needed
commercial investment to develop its

So, I approached Astwell Chemicals. At
first, they showed some interest in my

work. Then, after a while, Sir Ruben
told me that they had lost interest

entirely.

Sorry, Nelly, we're not prepared to go
that far.

I believed them at first.

Then my suspicions became aroused by odd
little reports in scientific journals.

They wouldn't have meant much to anyone
who wasn't expert in the subject.

Oh, George.

Yes, have you seen the... I made certain
inquiries and became convinced that

Astwells were using my basic research.

He was swindling me, but I had no proof.

And you, mademoiselle Naylor, and your
references?

They are genuine?

Oh, yes.

Completely so.

I was employed by the Duchess of
Perthshire.

The Aswells would have recognized the
name Naylor, and so I changed my name on

the references.

And by this subterfuge, you are able to
obtain an astroprint file?

Monsieur Aswell, would you be so kind as
to tell us about Monsieur Naylor? I

understand you and your brother stole
his research.

I tried to argue with Ruben, but he said
that Naylor's work was unproven.

Our labs took over the whole thing.

Well, I agree there were some problems
still to be solved. Let us, if you

please, go back to the night of the
murder of Sir Ruben.

Lady Aswell, when you were in the trance
of the hypnotics, you said that you saw

something behind the curtain.

Not... Not the window curtains.

It was that curtain.

Oh, my God. Calm yourself, madame.

Catherine Hastings.

Thank you.

Perhaps you can tell us who was hiding
behind the curtain, Miss Yonella.

It wasn't me.

I told you. After I'd met Lily in the
garden, I went back to my hotel.

But there was indeed an intruder.

And on first entering the study, this
intruder had no thought of murder.

Just solely for the purpose of making
the search.

But suddenly, there was the sound of
approaching voices and footsteps.

And there was to be found only one place
to hide.

The small bedroom attached to the study
that Monsieur Aswell uses when he works

late at night.

I don't want to hear any more of this
sentiment. Monsieur Victor Aswell and

Ruben enter the study.

They do not see anybody hiding behind
the curtain, and the two men quarrel

violently. What we are selling them will
be used for military purposes.

Victor!

Monsieur Victor Aswell leaves in anger.

But for our intruder, there's no way to
escape.

What a dilemma.

If Sir Ruben decides to spend the night
in a little bedroom... Discovery must

surely follow.

Lady Aswell enters the study to protest
at the dismissal of Mademoiselle Naylor.

When Lady Aswell leaves,

Sir Ruben hears alone.

Now is the only moment for our intruder
to escape without detection.

But Sir Ruben hears a noise.

What the...

Act of impulse followed by blind panic.

Now our intruder must escape.

But it is not to be. Is there no way out
of this accursed room?

Monsieur Charles Leveson enters the
study. Someone stands up to you, do you?

Nothing to say.

And on seeing that Sir Ruben is dead, he
leaves.

Then, Mademoiselle Naylor enters the
study.

And finding the body of Sir Rubin seizes
our opportunity to take a file that is

so important to her brother.

Lily's told you what happened. He was
trying to cheat me, but she didn't

him.

Mesdames et messieurs.

I am a student of the psychology.

And throughout this case...

I have been looking not for a man or
woman who has the bad temper, because

bad temper is in itself a safety valve.

No.

I have been looking for a person who has
the patience, who has for too long

played the part of the underdog, who
crept into the study of Sir Ruben, who

behind the curtain, who became trapped.

And finally committed the act of
violence that had been harbored for so

It was you who was hiding behind the
curtain.

It was you who murdered Sir Robin
Aswell.

Monsieur Trefusis.

You waited until the house was silent
and empty.

You then crept back to your bedroom,
leaving a dead man on the floor.

This is absolute nonsense.

Why should I want to kill him?

In the Astoprene file, I noticed a
contract that bears your signature.

It would appear that you were
instrumental in the development of the

by Monsieur Naylor.

You would have become a very rich man if
it was produced by the Astwell Company.

But if the process was to be licensed
elsewhere...

As it was told to you by your German
colleagues.

Of what value, then, would be your
contract?

Of no value at all.

He was a bully.

A liar.

And a swindler.

I think there will be few people who
would disagree with your analysis of the

character of Sir Rumen.

So tell me, Mademoiselle Nela, your
brother, he is happy with the terms

by Monsieur Victor Aswell?

Well, they really are quite generous.

Captain Hastings, a hole in one, Captain
Hastings, a hole in one.

Miss Lemont, Captain Hastings possesses
far too much of the intellectual

strength. Quite right, Poirot.