All language subtitles for 04. The Labours of Hercules

What, lady?

Right. Let's get this ruddy thing over
with, huh?

Your invitation, Sir Absalom.

Right Honourable Lord Spive MP and Lady
Spive.

The Peter and Lady Tatterstock.

Right Honourable Sir Anthony Morgan MP,
Foreign Secretary and Lady Celia Morgan.

Mr. Harold Waring, MP, Parliamentary
Under -Secretary, to Sir Anthony.

Monsieur Hercule Poirot.

His Honour, Judge Richard Scott, may he
see.

With you.

Monsieur Waring.

All beginnings are delightful.

The threshold is the place to pose.

Sir Anthony is a man most busy.

Oh, yes.

Always on the go.

Merci.

I feel you do not embrace your role,
Chief Inspector.

Against the advice of Poirot, you have
arranged this whole operation.

Please do it correctly.

My men are in position, Mr. Poirot.

C 'est bien.

Because there is the greatest of danger.

The jewels, the paintings, the very
presence of Poirot himself.

This marasco, he shall most surely come.

Look at this.

Vanquishing the Hydra. One of the labors
of Hercules, Hugo von Dresch.

Most of the labours have been pinched
over the past six months. Somebody must

be... Oh, for God's sake, shut up, man.

Wait outside.

I'm actually a police sergeant. I'm
actually His Majesty's Foreign

Wait outside.

Sir.

Waring, you should read this.

You understand what's required.

I mean, I thought this business had been
addressed.

It may be necessary for you to leave the
country for a while.

I imagine it will, sir.

Lie doggo somewhere.

Comfortable, but remote.

I'll make sure you get a bit of pocket
money.

I don't want your money, sir.

Good man.

Mamoiselle, you seem like you look
magnificent.

I'm terrified.

Do I look terrified?

No, of course not. Why should you be?

This is bait.

Me.

I'm bait.

Oui, certainement.

The thief Marusco, he will be drawn to
this place tonight.

But you are in no danger, mamoiselle.

Poirot, he gives to you his word.

What happens if I want to powder my
nose?

Do you come with me? If you wish.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, of course not.

No, there is a guard who is dedicated
for the brothers.

When powdering the nose, miss, keep the
door locked. When you're finished, tap

on the door, but don't open it until you
hear the response.

They say Mahathor kills for the sheer
pleasure of it.

They also say the Poirot is so
intelligent he is scarcely human.

But, you know...

He does not listen to this thing.

Comfortable and remote.

he will see you now.

But you are in no danger, mademoiselle.

Poirot, you're as

fit as a flea.

No. Whatever you think is wrong with you
is simply up here.

Up here.

What you need, my dear fellow, is
another case.

Preferably one that puts your life in
danger.

That is your advice most considered?

It is. It's cost you ten guineas, so I
suggest you act on it.

It was my own fault, Doctor.

Mine alone.

Better not to be a detective at all than
to be a detective who has failed.

Look here, you've had a remarkable
career at the expense of having a

Nothing wrong with that, but that's what
you've chosen.

Not a lot of things. At least stir your
stomachs, get some fresh air.

If you won't walk, go for a drive.

You have driven me before.

I get that.

The agency's had me out there a couple
of times, sir. Name's Williams, sir.

Monsieur Ted Williams.

Oh.

Hello, Monsieur Williams. It is of no
interest to me where we go.

We may drive wherever you please.

Monsieur Williams. Oh, I'm terribly
sorry, sir. I've just come over a bit.

Please, please, please, just sit.

Bloody stupid idea, this, isn't it? I'm
going to get the sack now, blabbing like

a baby in front of the clients.

Pas de tout, monsieur.

Pas de tout.

This is the last place I ever saw her,
isn't it?

So, Nita.

She was a maid to that ballerina,
Katrina Samushenko.

Nita come over with her from Moscow, and
I had to drive her about the West End.

Well, I drove Nita Samushenko. I never
really saw her. She just sat in the

Savoy, sending Nita out on her own. So,
it's about the place, Nita and me.

When we come here.

We were so much in love, Mr. Poirot.

And then one day, she says she's got to
go to Switzerland.

Then we think she's having a crack up.
She needs treatment.

I said, stay with me.

Be my wife. I love you, Nita. And she's
just crying.

That was the last time I ever saw her.

Right here.

Let me think of the growth of this
bloody place.

I keep... I keep thinking that I'm all
right.

And then I come back here.

I just don't want to go on living no
more. I can't bear it.

Monsieur Williams.

Poirot, he will find your Nita.

And if she so wishes, he will bring her
back to this very place, to this very

bench.

Poirot, he gives you his word.

I can't pay you, sir.

No.

There is no charge, mon ami.

This is a thing that Poirot must also do
for himself.

Inspector Lamontoy.

Monsieur Bravo, whatever you're doing is
a foolish place.

I am in pursuit of a lady's maid.

I wish I had time for a social life.

You are telling me the truth, monsieur.

The Bravo always tells the truth. Why
should he not?

Because he has wandered into the middle
of an ancient operation.

The killer, Marasco.

Yes.

Scotland Yard thought they had him in
London, but he got away from them.

A girl was torn into pieces.

Why? Terrible.

Why? He now has a complete collection of
wondrous pictures and countless

jewels.

But he is coming here.

We have information. that the Hotel
Olympos is where he hides the

goods.

If Mahasku comes openly, it will be as a
guest.

The hotel staff were all accounted for
while he was leaving from Angleterre.

Of course, we would be honored, Monsieur
Poirot.

Would you wish to participate with us in
this affair?

When you get to the hotel, speak to
Lieutenant

Drouet.

He is undercover.

Farrell can recognize a policeman when
he sees one.

Inspector Lamont.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Your Caribbean is arrived.

I'm sorry.

Quickly, please.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno. Ladies and gentlemen, meine
herren und damen, signore e signore,

messieurs dames.

Welcome, welcome to the Hotel Olympus,
birthed the palace of the

acclaimed Alpine Spa Therapy.

I am, ich bin, je suis Dr.

Crea. Please do call me Francesco.

Out of season as we are, a little of the
facility is not quite open, but my

staff... Where is Robert?

When we were here last year, we were
very well served by Robert.

Ah, Roberto is home with his family. He
will return to us in the summer.

We shall not be here.

Pointless. We have a good staff, Mrs.
Rice.

We will attend to your every desire.

Is my husband here, Francesco?

He is indeed, Mrs. Clayton.

When you have refreshed yourselves and
inspected your rooms, please may I offer

you all a glass of champagne on the
terrace.

Yes, indeed.

That is essential.

Monsieur Poirot, the threshold is the
place to pause.

Let us hope that this beginning proves
to be more delightful than the last.

Yes, God, yes.

That poor girl.

If you're wearing it, it's been a long
journey.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Ah, Monsieur Poirot, champagne?

C 'est charmant.

Merci.

Ah, c 'est magnifique.

Yes, yes.

There is a small atmospheric change, but
we shall be quite comfortable here.

Bon.

Tell to me, Monsieur, do you count here
among your guests the Mademoiselle

Samushenko?

Ah, alas, Monsieur.

It is not our policy to disclose the
identity of our most celebrated guest.

Deco, I understand, but completely.

Nevertheless, she is here.

She is here.

Oh, did you ever see La Samushenka
dance?

She would hang in the air like a...
Breath of spring.

Unpack up. Oui.

But if isn't, she has not graced the
stage.

No, monsieur, she hasn't been here.

But she keep it to her room and no
receive visitors.

Her physician, Dr.

Lutz, that gentleman, no lo permet.

He does not allow.

It is said that she has a broken heart.

But she has brought with her her maid.

She has brought a nomad?

No.

And who is that young lady?

That is Miss Alice Cunningham.

Is that Mr.

Policeman, police officer?

No, no, no, not my name. He is...

Lady, it is everything quite well.

Are you Mr. Harold Wearing?

My incognito tumbles at the first hand.

Yes.

Yes, I am. May I speak candidly?

Well, I suspect you're about to.

You have come here from England to
escape the consequences of a scan.

Is that correct?

Yes. Then I must entreat you not to
engage my daughter in private discourse.

My son -in -law would take a dim view of
it.

Very dim.

Another glass, please. No, merci. Come
with me.

Lieutenant Roy.

Ma foi.

Are you in contact with Inspector
Lamantoy?

And what news of Marasco?

He is not here.

Not yet.

Monsieur!

You look well,

Countess.

Well? Why?

I'm cool with that insipidity. At the
very least, I want to look like a

One of the better ones.

Of course, I look well.

It is my life of unrelenting virtue.

My life of crime is largely over.

Tom.

S 'il vous plaît.

Oh. Merci.

These days, I must at least pretend to
be sensible adult.

After all that I go away, I am.

You're up.

I am vertical.

If that is what you mean.

Have you taken your medication?

Look at my eyes, Dr. Lewis.

I have taken my medication.

Shall we talk?

I don't want to talk.

When you don't want to, Katrina, then is
the time to talk.

It's the way to make you better.

Gontes? Hercule.

I'd like you to meet my daughter, Alice
Cunningham, and her ugly dog.

Mum, where's he?

Cunningham? He ships in the night.
Forget him. I have.

Alice is criminologist.

Well, with a mother like me, she would
have to turn one way or the other.

She studied the moda operandi of
great...

Criminals. Only the great criminals, ma
'am, were there.

What about the little ones?

My thesis examines the detectives who
are successful in exposing these

miscreants. I studied you.

Do I repay the study?

He looks at you and he thinks, she could
be my daughter.

Of course, you are not his daughter.

Monsieur Poirot and I would have had to
have held hands at the very least.

But he looks at you, Delacroix, and he
sees the life he might have had.

Yes, I am aware that you and my mother
are acquainted.

She told me you were incredibly kind to
her. Oh, shush.

I might have said it once.

She speaks of little elves.

But what is your case, monsieur, that
brings you here?

I am for home.

I have two cases.

One of them must be Marisco.

Newspapers are full of him.

He got away from you in London.

If you are here, it is because Marisco
is expected to... Maybe he's here

already.

That's right.

Which one of us is it? Is it me?

I shall write down who I think it is.

In the margin of this book.

So when Monsieur Poirot unmasks the
killer,

we shall see if I'm right.

What's that?

It is merely the snow.

Moving.

Somewhere along.

I'd like to speak to you a moment.

I read in the newspaper that you have an
illegitimate child.

Yes, I read that too.

May I ask what happened to your face?

My husband has difficulty controlling
his temper.

Sometimes I displease him.

Well, sometimes I displease my loved
ones.

They don't hit me in the face when I do
it. Who says I love him?

We all have regrets, Mr. Waring.

Our regrets.

The most forlorn and useless emotions,
Mrs. Clayton.

One must ensure against them.

Thank you.

So, we shall amuse ourselves with a
round of party play.

This is a parlor game. I give you my
letter. You must establish my identity

questioning me.

So, I choose M.

You say, did you paint the ceiling of
the 15th chapel?

No, I'm not Michelangelo. You think?

Yes, yes, yes. We all know the game.

Did you write the Resurrection Symphony?

I know nothing of music.

Mahler. Good, good.

I fail. You have earned a direct
question.

Ladies and gentlemen, meine Herren,
Damen, Signore, Signore, Monsieur. Oh,

yet, this man has done the war.

A point of information.

I am advised that a small quantity of
snow has fallen in the tunnel of

the funicula.

The workmen are attending to the
obstruction and will soon be clear.

S 'il vous plait, Monsieur Hasson.

Oh, to treat, Monsieur. Very soon, very
soon. Within a couple of days for

certain.

So we are trapped in this preposterous
place.

It is a large...

Small quantity of snow.

But not be despondent. It will be
gimmicky up here.

We have a food. We have a wine.

We shall be... What is the phrase?

Demented with boredom.

Cozy.

We shall be most cozy.

With a killer on the premises.

And now is the moment when we must be...
very,

very vigilant.

All you have to do to make me go away is
just tell me you were alright.

Go away.

Do you have a gun?

No.

No. Do you want one?

No.

I am on edge.

This whole business is putting me on
edge, waiting.

Sometimes the talent that everyone can
do is to wait.

The telephone is down and I have no
orders.

I don't like to be without others.

Have you ever seen him?

Marasco?

No.

I saw him while he had a mask, but I...
I saw his eyes.

He looked directly at me.

So you'll appreciate why I'm breathless
here without others.

Waiting for him to come.

Will you give me orders with you?

Oui, Lieutenant Roy.

Sleep.

You don't think Marisco will climb the
mountain tonight?

Shocking waste of paint.

The whole hotel is simply festooned with
this appalling tag.

It appears, madame, that you are a
connoisseur.

Your little brooch, for instance.

It is most fine, but I observe that you
do not wear it today.

I always wear it.

Good heaven, everything's gone.

Probably stolen.

I tell you, this place has gone to pot.

I'm beginning to think Robert gave in
his car.

And he will also avail himself of our
facilities.

Facilities? The town, the living room.

No.

No.

Dorian, on the walk.

I didn't call for room service.

That is well, for I have none to offer.

I am Poirot.

You are waiting.

What are you waiting for?

To be invited to leave or to sit down.

Merci, mademoiselle.

Would you be so kind as to tell to me
something?

What became of your maid?

I have never had a maid.

Nita.

She died.

The maid you never had.

She died.

Nita died.

I have never had... Another man after
Nita.

Who is that?

What is this?

I don't know who this is.

I don't care. He's leaving.

Merci, mademoiselle. You have been most
helpful.

Don't touch my things.

Je m 'excuse.

You're right, my wiser.

I can barely trust myself.

How could I write?

Milky, my wiser.

Doctor?

What is the point of making rules?

Mr. Clayton.

Does he take all his meals in his room?

Is he a police officer?

Oh, Signorelli.

Are you insulting me? No, no, no.

Look, I'm not a ruddy policeman.

No?

No.

Signor Clayton.

He takes all his meals. Certainly.

Meals. out of a bottle.

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey all day long.

Thank you.

Monsieur Barrow, let me be absolutely
clear. I cannot permit you to interfere

with my patient.

Dr. Lutz.

Are you an admirer of Nita?

All Austrians are not nuts, Mr.

Perry. You think I try to trap you?

Naturally, it is a métier.

Who is employing you and what do you
want from my patient?

In this case, I am engaged by Monsieur
Ted Williams.

And what I require from Mademoiselle
Samushenko is the return of her maid,

I have genuinely no idea what you're
talking about.

Nita, the servant maid, impacable.

Monsieur Ted Williams, the lover, most
ardent and full of chivalry.

You speak to me in archetypes. All this
is very Jung.

Nobody of intelligence credits Jung.

What is wrong with the lady in room 16?

You French!

You make me scream with laughter.

I am glad.

But also, Belgian, you cannot expect me
to compromise my client

confidentiality. Are you mad?

No, doctor.

But neither is Katrina Sambushenka.

Oh, for God's sake.

That's it, darling. You sing along.

Is it not the most hideous deformity of
dog you ever beheld?

As if it had two heads.

Now.

Another head.

He could be Severus. Don't you start.

As it is, his name's Binky.

Compliments of the house, monsieur.

No merci.

The manager loves you because you are
the only person

here who does not complain.

Now.

Naturally, he's not a doctor.

His name's not clear either.

It's Rosato.

He used to run nightclub in Brindisi.

I saw him there, but he does not
remember me. I was beneath his notice at

time.

Ah, yes, I agree.

Since we last met, my life has not
always been so agreeable.

Nah.

Ah,

yes.

These are for you.

For me?

Is it beautiful?

I have from time to time lost my money
and my dignity, Hercule.

I never lost my taste.

But... No, I did not steal them.

My father wore them when we fled by
their work.

The

labors

of Hercules.

That is how you unconsciously conceive
your career.

You are the modern incarnation of
Hercules.

How resourceful of me.

Dr. Lutz should name a condition after
you.

The Hercules Complex.

The compulsion to conquer all obstacles,
however forbidding.

It is why you are driven to chase Maris.
Go.

You simply have to.

The man is on the rampage all over
Europe. He is the master criminal.

Who else could possibly defeat him?

Hercule, I read no one out.

Smith.

You give me that bottle.

Give it to me. Give it to me now.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Clayton. You cowardly swine. Step
outside.

Please don't. Help me. Please don't.

What has happened? Does Clayton's injury
need attention?

Tell me what to do. I can do it.

My daughter's husband is dead.

She has killed him, you see.

I should go. No, Mr. Waring, please.
Stay here.

We shall not have you implicated.

Here. Now, do sit down.

There, there.

Tell me what happened, please.

I carried the body to the bathroom.

I stood on the closed lid of the
lavatory.

I fed the body through the little
window.

It went down the mountain.

Right. So Clayton had downed the
mountain.

I think I was observed.

The staff quarters look out on us. I saw
a face.

Oh, my.

Let me think a minute.

This is not England.

The solution to this is probably a
bribe.

One bribe to the manager.

Enough for him to silence whichever
member of staff observed you. Also, if

necessary, the police.

We have no money for a bribe.

Mickey Mouse.

Excusez -moi?

M. Botticelli.

I was Mickey Mouse.

I am now ready for another game.

For you, I am D.

Monsieur, I have no idea. I'll give you
two clues.

I am alive, and I am not fictitional.

I pray, M. Monsieur, I insist that you
excuse me from this game.

Ah, buongiorno, signor Welling. Good
morning.

Francesco. Si.

Can I speak frankly?

I have... a problem.

Is it a big problem, signor Welling?

Pretty big.

How big is a pretty big?

Signor.

Nothing, I'm sure, we cannot help you
with.

You may be assured of my most discreet
professional services.

That would be nice.

Thanks, tell the truth.

If you were the greatest criminal brain
in the known universe, and you had just

torn the internal organs out of a
beautiful young girl, where would you go

catch your breath?

You wouldn't really come to a dump like
this, would you?

Come in.

Whatever we did, I'm not sure our
arrangement covers it. My daughter!

Where is she?

I'm not hurt.

I'm not hurt.

If you please, ma 'am, tell me what you
can.

Yes,

ma 'am.

It was a man alone.

He had a mask.

Did he touch you? Was it Meresco?

If you please, count this.

Did he speak?

Can you be sure it was a man?

It was pretty clear he was a man.

And what he wanted.

But he didn't get it.

He had good shoes.

Handmade.

You see... What?

Alocantes, the man who attacked your
daughter, he is not a member of staff,

He is a guest.

Come. Countess.

Monsieur. I came to see if I could be of
assistance to Miss Cunningham.

How kind, Dr. Lutz.

What manner of assistance?

The procedures of psychological recovery
are my speciality.

Shush, Binky.

You've established you're a completely
useless guard dog.

Thank you, Dr. Lutz. I shall bear you in
mind.

Wrong shoes.

Because he changed them.

It was him. It was not him, Mother.

God, you make such a useless detective.

Monsieur Poirot, I've decided to help
you.

I'll meet you in the lounge in five
minutes.

Please, I need this for me.

Miss Cunningham, I do hope... Yes, well,
it was most unpleasant, but now I'm

fine.

Monsieur Poirot here has some questions
to ask you.

Indeed.

Monsieur Waring, if you please to tell
Poirot where you were when Mademoiselle

Cunningham was menaced.

Me? I was in my room.

So why do you blush to say this? Was
there another person with you?

I say... Don't be so offensive.

Don't mind me. My bedroom's full of
people who aren't supposed to be there.

En effet, you can help Poirot, monsieur.

If you please to advise monsieur
Philippe Clayton that now it is the time

him to emerge from his room to account
for himself.

No. Non, monsieur?

Clayton has left the hotel.

Mais ça serait incroyable.

Monsieur Philippe Clayton, he does not
grow the wings.

Well, he might.

You are very tired, monsieur.

Tired is the least of what I am, Poirot.

I'm a killer.

I killed Philip bloody Clayton and
stuffed his body out the window.

That is not interesting.

How did you kill him, monsieur?

With a dirty great paperweight.

Back of the head.

Bang.

Bang.

And, of course, you killed Monsieur
Philip Clayton because he beats his

the wife with whom you're in love, and
was in your bedroom when Mademoiselle

Cunningham, she was being attacked?

Yes.

And her mother, she was with us, too.

Oh, natural, mon.

Madame Rice was almost constantly with
you.

Oh, except, of course, when you were
engaged in the murder of Monsieur Philip

Clayton. She arrived a short while
afterwards looking a little, um, a

Ah, perhaps we should continue this
insight, mon cher Rémy.

It cannot be possible.

Neither of them was in Copenhagen.

If anything goes wrong, anything at all,
I shall blame

you.

If you please, monsieur.

Eh bien, monsieur, listen to Poirot.

You recall that night in London?

When I observed the behavior of Sir
Anthony Morgan towards his wife, why?

Maybe I gave to Poirot the measure of
this man.

And I believe that it was he who
fathered the child with the prostitute,

monsieur, and not you. No.

You took the blame in order to preserve
the integrity of your ministry because

you are a man most honorable.

And now you take the blame for the
murder of Philip Clayton. But Poirot, he

knows that this cannot be true.

Because there is no Philip Clayton.
There never was.

Such a man.

You know, Poirot, he racked his brains.

And he remembered the case in
Copenhagen, where there was a good man,

low ebony, like you.

He was relieved of all his money by two
sisters.

Madame Rice and Madame Clayton
Monveilleux are not mother and daughter.

But I saw Elsie smash the man.

No. The man who was struck was not a man
at all.

But her elderly sibling in disguise.

And then, of course, they send you away
while they dispose of their body.

But, Madame, they were observed, and
then they came to you, and... You

to make the bribe. Oh, but I gave them
nothing. I gave it all to that Francesco

chap. Francesco. Have you ever met a man
more corrupt?

He is most surely their accomplice. How
do you know Mrs. Rice was impersonating

Clayton?

Your cottage is open. Pleased to do it
up, huh?

The ladies, they draw the right over the
left, and the gentlemen, they draw the

left over the right.

And when I observe this Philip Clayton
in the corridor, do I piece dressing up?

Right over left.

C 'est ça.

Hello, monsieur. I believe that you have
suffered enough.

I leave you to recover your position,
mademoiselle.

Yes.

Those women should hang.

Quoi, vous, mademoiselle?

You are very harsh.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that...

Cerberus has much to tell us about
Marcosco?

If you ask us to guess who you are, I
shall scream.

Monsieur Poe, my card.

I am an insurance investigator.

I offer you method.

Monsieur, can you tell me where you were
when Mademoiselle Cunningham, she was

attacked?

Certainly.

My complete itinerary for the day.

All verifiable by witness.

Excluding the criminals wearing
Francesco and the women calling

and Clayton, of course.

I shall await your call, Monsieur.

Katrina, this is not appropriate.

Who paid for your dinner?

Dr. Lutz?

It was not a legitimate basis for
argument.

I disagree.

Dine with me if you wish.

Otherwise, leave me alone.

We'll talk about this later.

A bottle of wine and food.

Or some description.

Oui, d 'accord.

Mademoiselle, there is one thing that
you must know.

It is a thing that was told to Poirot,
but he did not believe it of himself,

it is true.

And it is true of you.

You are not ill, ma 'am. No.

You are not ill.

The Countess Rosikoff is a criminal,
Monsieur.

And you have done nothing to promote her
arrest.

You could do the same for us.

Otherwise, you drive us to extremes.

Do not press me, ladies.

For all he will not be pressed.

Stay where you are.

Of course you are. I

was watching your door.

My God.

That's quite a drop. Non blam.

He will be injured?

He already is.

I think my shot went through his
stomach.

Well, you could use me. Bye.

Eh bien, Poirot.

The little grey cells.

At last, they begin to sing.

He cannot escape.

You want me to shoot him?

No, Lieutenant Royal.

For who he did not wish that.

Yes.

Gustav, you are wounded.

And if you remain out here, you will
most surely die.

That is enough.

Come back in. We have so much to
discuss, you and I.

Mon ami, what is your name?

Mariska.

He was not Marosco.

Why should a man go to his death
claiming to be someone else?

That is a mystery that is so terrible.

Well, if you're in the mood for horrors,
there's something else you should see.

At least the cold prevents him from
stinking.

Oh, dear.

Do you know who it is?

Well, it is a servant of a bear.

I found him this afternoon.

Either suicide or somebody... No, this
is not suicide, what I mean.

Look at the hands.

No, these hands, they do not speak of a
widow who decided to hang himself.

This man was fighting for his life and
was overpowered.

So this is the man Gustav replaced.

This Gustav, he must have known about
the undercover operation to take

And he just pretended to be me.

So he knew my name.

I have nothing to identify me with. Oh,
you are such a clumsy fool.

You handed to him the name on a plate.

Another glass, monsieur.

Merci, comme même.

Lieutenant Rui.

It makes no difference now.

Well, what do we do?

Gosaf wanted us to believe that it was
Marisco falling to his death. Well, then

that for the moment is what we shall
believe.

Herr Kuhl, what happened? Are you dead?

We heard another shot.

Francesco, please tell the staff to keep
to their quarters. Their services will

not be required.

Countess, this gentleman is Lieutenant
Drouet of the ICPC.

Are you sure?

He is so many people.

Ah. And as for Marasco, he is dead.

What happens?

The man calling himself Gustav.

It was him.

I knew it. Those terrible shoes.

The waiter with the drip at the end of
his nose.

Moi.

I must confess, being a little
disappointed, that's not the name I

book.

Miss, you're wearing Mrs. Rice and Mrs.
Clayton.

They've left the hotel.

Please do come and look.

Excusez -moi.

What? Tell me, is it likely they'll
survive?

Two women, unfit, without protective
clothing, without skis, in the freezing

dark.

Ladies whose livelihood depends on risks
that are calculated.

They have overreached themselves, I
fear.

I must pursue them. I miss your wearing.

Listen to Poirot, huh?

The opportunity to make yourself feel
better by doing something senselessly

heroic may yet present itself, but this
is not it.

Compris.

Lieutenant Drouet, what special
apparatus have you brought with you?

A gun.

A shortwave wireless.

Excellent. Ça c 'est la bonne formule.

No, but up here it doesn't work. It has
never worked. De rien.

Poirot, he is the master of technology.

Pleased to bring these apparatus to the
salon. And Monsieur Warren, pleased to

invite also their guests.

Poirot shall make the wireless to leave
again.

Lieutenant, will you please make
everyone stand up? It's impossible for

Ladies and gentlemen, step back, please.

I trust the police will keep a sense of
proportion about

my involvement in... Hello?

Yes, I can hear you.

C 'est Poirot ici.

he is here and he is well.

Lemontoy, tell me what you can be for
the signal. It fails.

Oui, d 'accord.

No, I understand.

Enfin bref, Poirot, he has requirements.

Hello?

Lemontoy.

It is dead.

What is understood?

The tunnel, it has been cleared.

And at dawn, in precisely one hour from
now, the funicular, it will operate

again.

And what are your requirements,
monsieur?

Time, mademoiselle. Time is all that is
required by Poirot.

May I ask something?

Why do you insist on referring to
yourself in the third person?

Tensely irritating.

Because, Dr. Lutz, it helps Poirot
achieve a healthy distance from his

Mademoiselle Cunningham, your
disappointment can be set aside.

The man calling himself Gustave, he was
not mariscot.

You don't say.

No, he was the accomplice most loyal who
went to his death willingly to conceal

the identity of his master.

Oh, you sick.

So who is this mariscot?

Does he exist?

Or is he collective neurosis?

Mademoiselle, Marasco, he exists.

He is here now.

A little patience, mes amis.

And Poirot?

Monsieur, there are things I wish you to
do. But first, do you have here the

passports for each of the guests?

In this safe, monsieur.

Bon. Place them in the room of Poirot.

Et maintenant, écoutez bien. Oui. While
Mademoiselle Samushenko is here

occupied, go to her room and take
whatever it is you find from underneath

pillow. Also, the writing case, which is
on the little table beside the bed.

Place these items in the dining room
into a large laundry basket for Poirot.

Also, that terrible picture that is in
my room and some terrible scene.

In the matter of people being
arrested... And a rag.

A rag.

Assemble also the guests in the dining
room in... 20 minutes.

Merci, monsieur. Merci.

Derogoye, what are you doing?

Have you brought us here to instruct us
how to clean paintings?

That amount of spirit, monsieur, you
might wipe off an owl.

Told you. One could consider it an
improvement.

Wait a minute.

What's that?

It is a man.

Well, I'm a ruddy Chinaman.

Spoken like a true officer in His
Majesty's Foreign Office.

It's the Le Maigere's Vendrache.

Merci, Simon.

Vanquishing. The Hydra.

One of the seers of which paintings,
monsieur?

The Labors of Hercules.

Yes, yes, sir.

And the rest of the Labors?

They're all here.

All around this building they sit,
waiting, hidden, but in the plain

sight.

Waiting for what?

For the fence of Maresco to find a
purchaser for the collection.

Francesco, from where did you purchase
these pictures?

A man, down the mountain.

I get them very cheap. Indeed, because
for Marisco, it is a kind of renter.

Ah, but there are other treasures here
in Bond.

That is mine.

Is it, mademoiselle?

Je suis désolé. I return it to you at
once.

Nevertheless.

In the spirit of candor, which is
mandatory in these circumstances, I must

insist that you show to Perrault its
contents.

Don't be ridiculous.

Sir Lieutenant Roy is a policeman. Would
you prefer him to show us the contents

of your writing case?

Fire, monsieur.

Well, I'm sorry, but that necklace was
around that poor girl's throat that

night, Lucinda.

And the earrings that went with.

God, that's not the blood on them, is
it? Merci, monsieur.

Mademoiselle, are you surprised to find
these items in your writing case?

No. Will you please explain to us all
how they came to arrive there?

No. No. I thought not. That is of little
consequence, for Poirot knows the story

of these stones.

I must protest.

But of course, monsieur. That is your
raison d 'etre.

Everything that mademoiselle Samushenko
does, you must either interrogate or

disparage, because otherwise you have no
function.

Another of your personal possessions
that has found its way into the basket.

And you will notice the agitation of Dr.
Lutz. He thought he had made you to

throw away this object, but no. You hid
it under your pillow, and this item is

the disguise you once wore in London to
become Nita.

And as Nita the maid...

You were, of course, able to fall in
love with a hard -working man, the

Monsieur Ted Williams, whom the proud
and haughty Katrina Samushenko could not

permit herself to love.

This Nita who has to be discarded when
her mistress must leave London.

And so Nita the maid has to die.

And Monsieur Ted Williams must bear the
pain every day of his life, of a heart

that is broken.

And Dr.

Lutz.

The opportunist who has been retained to
nurse you through your unhappiness, to

heal you with the talking cure, with the
pills, with the constant reinforcement

that you are mentally unstable, that you
cannot be trusted to exist alone.

Because this keeps him in employment.

But it is a cover.

But that is the way you behave. How can
one trust either of you?

I told you he is worthwhile.

And you contest.

Never quite able to win yourself from
the life of crime, huh?

Pourrez -je, madame?

Ah,

vous voyez, mademoiselle, your mother,
she is wearing the brooch belonging to

Madame Rice.

It was ugly on her, and it is pretty on
me.

Oh, she won't be needing it to go down
the mountain.

She steals so rarely these days.

Peut -être.

But maybe she enjoys the pleasure of
fencing jewelry that has been taken by

another. For God's sake, you know that
is not true. You know that...

My turn.

Mademoiselle Cunningham, huh? The
student of criminology?

Your fascination with the method?

Your eagerness always to know what it is
the Poirot he is thinking?

How deliciously pure it would be,
mademoiselle, to conceal yourself under

wing of the very detective who searches
for you.

Yes. May I say, I think that's very
interesting, but a little woolly and

not quite out of the top drawer, sleuth
-wise.

Monsieur Beryl, you are no stranger to
deceit.

That's a little harsh, Poirot. Only a
few hours ago you were telling me what

honorable man I was. No, because it is
your honor that leads you to deceit.

you please fetch for me the ladies,
Madame Clayton and Madame Rice?

They're halfway down the mountain. No,
monsieur, they're not halfway down the

mountain. I think you'll find them
hiding in your bedroom. Now, look here.

please to fetch them, monsieur.

Bon.

Et maintenant, monsieur le patron.

I have done everything you ask,
monsieur.

Soyez gentil. You ask for her to be
gentle with you?

Oui. You, who, when the servant Robert
went missing, made not the slightest

attempt to find him?

And then when Gustave appeared later in
the day, did you put the two and two

together? Oh, yes, of course you did,
monsieur. But you pretended not to hear

the answer.

And then he gives you...

and tells to you that he wishes to work
for you as a waiter. And why not?

Guests of us are stranger things, and
after all, cash.

Ah,

ladies.

If he were wearing a hat, Poirot, he
would sweep it off to you.

Your venality, it knows no bounds.

You take and you take and you take.

We returned the money.

From the goodness of humanity, you take.

You ruin a man and then make him feel
guilty for being ruined.

You make him pretend that you have
escaped, but you have not escaped for

No.

Now, Madam Justice, it will surely be
meted out to you, for you are predatory

and malign.

Alors, who else remains, huh?

Seulement the lieutenant Drouet and
Poirot.

Mais non.

There is you, monsieur.

Severus.

Why did you not bark when your mistress,
she was attacked, huh?

Is it because her assailant was a man
that you knew?

Or is it possible she was not attacked
at all?

And that this attack was a device most
cynical to throw Poirot off the scent?

Would you like me to describe the
intimate parts of my tormentor,

They were on display.

No, no, no, no.

That is not necessary for Poirot.

But you are clever.

But you are even more clever with the
men.

Gustave, for instance, your creature.

You give to him just enough attention to
make him fall utterly in love with you?

I saw his eyes.

He looked directly at me.

So passionately in love that whenever he
thinks of you, his hands, they

tremble.

Trapped and wounded.

What else could he offer you but his
life?

Dying with a lie upon his lips in the
belief that it would protect you, you,

mademoiselle, who are entirely without
compassion, entirely without mercy. You

who said that the ladies should hang.

And you yourself, mademoiselle, who
ordered Robert to be hanged because it

was... convenient.

I'm going to have to write this down.
It's fascinating.

I do not think you will need whatever it
is in your handbag to listen to Poirot.

Do you know what it was that first
alerted my attention, mademoiselle?

The biting of your thumb.

Just that, maybe you... And Poirot, he
remembered where he had seen this

And he realized that you must have seen
it too.

Oh, yes, you saw it, mademoiselle.

And you stored it up for the future use
to manipulate the guilt and the

shame of Poirot.

And what else had you observed,
mademoiselle?

Don't open it until you hear the
response.

All the information that you could
possibly require.

And Poirot, he felt so vigilant that
night.

Excuse me.

Poirot, he will see you now.

But in fact, he was a man who was so
blind.

Hello, mesdames et messieurs.

Let us imagine a little scene.

A scene where Mademoiselle Cunningham
goes to Mademoiselle Samushenko in tears

and says, Oh,

Mademoiselle, the man I love is so very
poor. We have no money.

And the cruel and snobbish countess, my
mother, she forbids us to marry.

She has taken all my jewels except
these.

Please to hide them from me,
mademoiselle, for the sake of my love

secret and forbidden.

Everything depends on you.

I condense for the dramatic purposes,
but the essence of it, it is correct.

Oui.

Oui.

And how did you know that this story
would succeed? Because it was told to

by your regular fence and accomplice,
Dr. Heinrich Lutz.

whose passport I have here.

And yours, mademoiselle.

And if Poirot compares the two, what
does he discover?

He discovers that in the past six
months, you have both visited exactly

the same countries on exactly the same
dates.

Mademoiselle, I'm concerned that there
is in your handbag a gun.

Lieutenant, would you please see if it
also contains a book?

No gun.

One book.

And would you please to read out loud
the name that is there written?

In the margin of page... 81.

Lutz. Lutz.

The contingency plan, mein Herr.

To betray you.

Although you had already been betrayed
to Perrault by the greeting so familiar

of the little dog.

But you know, for all this, Poirot was
still not satan.

Until his simple ruse. Alors, mesdames
et messieurs, Poirot pretended to repair

the wireless. He pretended to speak to
the police.

He announced that the funicula, it would
soon be open. And you, mademoiselle,

you decided it was time to leave.

Is that out of the top drawer?

Shut up.

You didn't seriously think I'd come to a
little talk with a weapon in my own

back, did you?

I put it in hers.

Please go, I beg you.

This is not the behavior of civilized
woman.

What a bloody useless mother you are.

This is not the way.

This cannot end this way.

Mistake, Poirot.

Because for the sheer...

Childish pleasure of proving you wrong.

Put down the gun.

This is not a gun. It's an objective
correlative.

Put down the objective correlative.

I am unhurt.

He did not think that he would shoot our
own mother.

Does that count as a senselessly heroic
act, monsieur?

I hope it does, because I really don't
want to have to do that ever again.

I believe that it does, monsieur.

Is there anybody at the Hotel Olympus
who's not a criminal?

Do you feel redeemed, monsieur?

Does this atone for the death of
Lucinda?

Because that was a bit of a mess, wasn't
it?

I heard you say the word, Poirot,
promising to protect her.

You poor man's Hercules.

So vain, so ineffably smug.

And you failed.

Don't turn your back on me.

I shall find you.

I shall not hide.

I can't believe you are so cruel.

I am not alone, Countess.

You're cruel.

Spare my daughter.

Spare her.

Years ago, you spared me.

Please.

No,

Gunther.

For who he is not your love.

and all the company men was.

I bid you thus, Vidania, her gold.

Her love, like ours, could have burnt
down a city.

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