All language subtitles for muerte a la meedianocche

Mrs Christie.

You look like my mum.
You shaved your moustache.

Yeah. Distinguishable feature.

You look like Mrs Danvers.

That's not a good thing. She's
the housekeeper. I know she is.

Is everything ready?
Tied up like a Nazi in a brothel.

That's... not very reassuring.

Plans haven't changed
since the last time we spoke,

just as they hadn't changed
the time before that. Relax.

The death of Poirot
won't be in vain.

New man?

Not so new. Faithful?

Not so faithful.

He knows which side
his bread's buttered.

You've grown up.

Yes. I like it.

So do I.

What about you?
Is the war good for business?

HE SIGHS Terrible. Market's
flooded with amateurs.

Well, we all make sacrifices. Not
all of us can sacrifice a few words

for £20,000.55,000.

You said 20. Words. Words.

Oh. Well, it's still
a healthy commission.

And with the Inland Revenue
stalking me, I need every penny.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Not really,
but I don't have a choice.

I'm almost bankrupt.

Those people
are most likely criminals.

Well, that's why I've got you. Fine.

But if I have to kill anyone, I want
danger money and my ten percent.

Unless they're Canadian.

Thank you.

Mr Lei would be grateful
if you could make every endeavour

to look your best
whilst representing him.

Hm.

Not really. Would you like to hear
my opinion on Americans?

Is there any nationality
you do tolerate?

The Russians. You know
where you stand with the Russians.

They tell you
before they stab you in the back.

The Americans will stab you
in the back, watch you bleed out,

and then offer to sell you
a funeral plan. You haven't changed.

That's cos I was already perfect.

Besides,
you can't trust people who do.

Five minutes ago,
you said you liked it.

When we first met,
you spent most of the time lying.

Seems to rne you've stopped pretending to be
someone you're not. That isn't really change.

Am I really that transparent?
I won't tell anyone.

They might take advantage of it.

I'd like to see them try.

Mr Lei wishes to know,

what do you do
when you're not protecting people?

Hm.

SHE CHUCKLES He says...

Mrs Christie,
it is a pleasure to meet you.

I have read every one of your books

and believe you to be the finest
author of detective novels in the world.

Oh. That's very kind of you.

But I'm old enough and modest enough
to know that Conan Doyle is better.

Conan Doyle?

If anyone is Chungking Mansions

is found reading Sherlock Holmes,
they're soon looking for a new home.

I'm very happy to know that my hard work will
be in the hands of someone who appreciates it.

Have you got the money?

In our culture, these proceedings
have certain... formalities.

Well, in our culture, you have to pay
before you see the bearded woman.

Mr Lei has £20,000
in his coat pocket.

Mr Vella is here to ensure it remains
there until we have the manuscript.

Sounds reasonable. And the deed.

I'll sign it when I have the money.

And then the manuscript
will be legally yours

and you can do
whatever you want with it.

Agreed.

Let's seal this with a drink!
A soft one.

You don't drink? No.

Since when. Since forever.

Ah. HE WHISTLES Oi! Four
zombies and a soda water.

Assuming your wop likes
to stay sharp.

Oh, you speak English. You drink?

HE LAUGHS All right, well, I
don't know what a zombie is.

You wanna see the cocktail menu?

You're the first American I've met who
doesn't know how to make a zombie.

How about I make the drinks
and you pay for them?

Perhaps now you'd like to hear about
our air raid procedures.

You need to pull yourself together.

Do you know how many times
I've heard that siren? 96.

Can you guess how many times
I've been blown up?

I'm enjoying a civilised drink
in an uncivilised place.

I couldn't care less if Hitler
was attacking on a fucking unicorn.

Chin-chin.

Is it possible it's a false alarm?

Attacks this far out are unusual.

Erm, we have a, er, shelter
in the ballroom. It's pretty strong.

Well, it's just through there,

along with the second largest
gramophone in London.

You wanna see?

It is against fire regulations

to let the public go down there.

How about if we're on fire?

It's behind the bar,
down the stairs.

You take me to all the best places,
darling.

Or what?

You may be invincible,
darling, but I'm not.

Come on.

Evening, ladies.

What are nice girls like you
doing in a place like this?

Sightseeing.

It's a cheap time to visit London.

Yes?

What happens if we take it?

I kill you.

How?
By mangling the English language?

You're supposed to be protecting me,
not starting a fight.

Now we know what we're up against.

How much for this '93 decant?

We can't afford to let this
interfere with our plans.

You really do need the money,
don't you? Yes.

Well, we'd better get a move on.

Our man's a little nervous.

Don't worry. It's not as if...

Aren't they rather a long way off?

How do you know?

Did you see any markers?

Something to suggest
that we're a target.

Flares or fires?

Anything that could be a guide
to the German bombers?

Then hopefully Goering
will leave us alone.

And if he doesn't, we're safe here.

Think of all those poor people up...

Your new man?

Max.

No.

Here's hoping you change your mind.

Max will be fine.
I've seen your house.

It could take a direct hit,
I'd still struggle to break in.

Also, think about it.

They've dropped hundreds of thousands
of bombs and, what, killed ten people.

Chances of Max going for a Burton
are about the same as me going straight.

Thank you.

Right, let's sell this bloody thing
and go home.

Frankie!

Maybe now is not the best time.

You just need to be tactful.

Maybe I'll be tactful
whilst you guard the manuscript.

It's not going anywhere.

Of course. But maybe I should...
Trust me?

Ah!

Would you mind opening this door?

HE SHOUTS IN MANDARIN Now!

Enter this room,
I carve my name on your balls.

Eli Sciacchitano.

OK, there is a policewoman
over there.

Until next time.

Thank you.

Just give him a moment.

I need to show you something.

Could you tell Mr Lei
I'll be back shortly?

Yes, of course.

I took my eyes off it
for 30 seconds.

That's my future. I thought
Mussolini was about to stab you.

She left the oven on.
Did you see anyone near my bag?

Something's missing? Our privacy.

Since when did you start trusting
strangers with our business? I trusted you!

I was making sure you didn't get perforated. I
wasn't in any danger! If you die, I don't get paid.

If I don't sell the manuscript,
nobody gets paid.

You do realise that ten percent
of nothing is nothing?

I'm aware.

At least we'll have this.

It's stolen property. Mm.

Or unfinished business.

It can't have been taken on purpose.

No-one knows.

Should we leave?

That's not like you.
I wasn't expecting trouble.

I might have... exaggerated
my skills as a bodyguard.

I might have downplayed
the importance of this deal.

If I'd have known, I would've asked
for more money. SHE LAUGHS

I can't believe I'm laughing.

What do we do now? We find out who
has the manuscript and take it back.

It could be anyone. Frankie might
have paid someone to steal it.

Store room. Over there.

Where do we start?

By breaking your golden rule?

Never rub another man's rhubarb?

Your other one.

Concerning the police.

And keeping one's mouth shut.

And I always thought
no-one ever listened to me.

Excuse me.

My name is...

I need to report a theft. Yes.

Something important was stolen
out of my bag a few minutes ago.

A manuscript.

Are you looking for something? Perhaps
I can help. I'm good at finding things.

It's been stolen.

There's a reward.

So it's your job
to investigate a crime.

When?

When everyone's left?

Doing what?

I'll make a deal with you.

All you have to do
is stop people from leaving.

Stop them from leaving
even if they choose to ignore it.

And what?

I thought you were a police officer.

I won't write a bestselling series of
novels about an idiotic PC called O'Hanauer?

I can do that.

What happened?
She'll stop people from leaving.

What now?

We find out
if Frankie's behind all this.

There's something funny
about those two.

You noticed.

Can't put my finger on it.
They're lying.

Everyone's lying.

Mrs Christie,
he is most happy to see you.

My manuscript has been stolen.

Oh, sorry, where are my manners?

Oh, no, thank you.

Could you tell Mr Lei that whoever
took the manuscript is still here.

We need to find out who so we can
conclude our business and go home.

Erm, we should... ask Rocco

what he thinks would be the best way
to find the person responsible.

You do?

Erm... Mr Lei is not feeling well.

Can we do anything?
No, I'll stay with him.

I think he feels better
in this room.

It makes him feel... Safe. Yes.

She doesn't look like
she has anything good to steal.

I'm about to win a particularly good
bottle of Taylor's.

So would you mind fucking off?

It's sir, actually.

Bel insulto.

No!

Are you all right?

Do something!

What?

HE GROANS Where in
God's name did you learn that?

Get off him
and help me get him on his front.

Move!

When you've finished stuffing the Christmas
turkey, I think you'll find he's dead. Dead?

Much like that servant. Grace has spent the last
few minutes trying to talk him back to life.

Frankie!

Keep going!

He's dead.

Have some respect!

It was self-defence.

We can't just leave him here.
No!

Frankie! Oh, Frankie!

How could Frankie just die?

He never had any...
any heart problems before?

No. He was...
easily excitable, but...

no, he was in good health.

I need to ask you something.

What?

Where's the money? The money?

It's in his pocket.

You think someone did this? Shh.

It's possible we're being targeted.

But the only people
that knew about it were you.

We have to check
if Frankie still has the money.

That's easier said than done.

Second thoughts, leave that with me.

HE CLICKS HIS FINGERS Got a
way for you to atone for your sins.

Just promise you'll try
not to kill anyone else.

Go talk to the policewoman.

Trust me.
I'm gonna get you in that room.

Hey, my ltalian's not up to much,
but Rocco tells me

you're a stronzo?

I think that means you're a fucker,
but I'm not really sure.

I think two deaths in one night
is enough.

Do you hear this? You hear what
this murdering pig is calling me?

So if I am a stronzo...
..you are coward!

The money's gone.
And I think he was poisoned.

I assume whoever did it has
the manuscript. And needs the deed.

My instinct says we can trust
jun, Rocco, Audrey and Nell.

But my instinct when it comes
to trust is hugely wrong.

How can we trust jun and Rocco? They're
the only ones that knew about the money.

We should set a trap. Use the deed
to draw out whoever it is.

And risk losing that, as well?

How about I tell everyone I've heard the
all clear and see who makes a run for it?

I imagine they all will.
Do you have a better plan?

Yes.

To not catch the killer.

Do nothing? Not nothing.

We find the manuscript and go home.

We give up?

No, not give up.

We live to fight another day.
Sounds a lot like giving up.

Oh, well, in for a penny,
in for a pound.

You realise I have neither?
Then I'll take it on tick.

Well, you'll be joining a long
queue. I know where you live.

So... all we have to do is get the killer to
give you back the manuscript for no reason.

Let me guess. You're gonna tell
everyone who you are and ask politely.

My name is Agatha Christie.

I'm a novelist.

Someone here has stolen
something very important to me.

Please may I have it back.

You're Agatha Christie?

What's been stolen?
Clearly not a sense of humour.

If she's Agatha Christie,
I'm the Emperor of Japan.

I told you she looked familiar.

Bollocks.

What on earth would Agatha Christie
be doing here?

I don't want your help,
I just want my manuscript back.

Without... the deed...

you can't sell it. It's worthless.

What's it about?

Your missing novel.

Someone who thinks
they can get away with murder.

And it isn't missing.
It's been stolen.

By one of you.

What's the reward?

If I find it? The reward...
is not going to prison.

A grand.

£1,000.

That's what I said.

Is that right, Miss Christie?

How do I know you have £1,000?

Her books sell like prophylactics
in a whore house.

She's richer than the Queen.

Well, that worked.

I was hoping to reason with them.

Not start a wild goose chase.
Better than nothing.

And what if somebody
actually finds it?

Where am I going to get £1,000?

Hm.

Didn't think of that.

Tell you what, if I find it,
you can add it to my tab.

Bollocks.

Something wrong?

It seems that telepathic ability
declines with age.

Like most things.
Everything but one's sex life.

Three of hearts.

That's very unfortunate.

Did you call the barman a deserter?

Why else would a Canadian be here?

I thought he was American. Only people with an
acute sense of hearing can tell the difference.

Did you know that Canada
isn't actually a country?

This is not it!

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN Gentlemen!

As I was trying to say
to Mr Stabby here,

this is sheet music

for a number called... ooh, Tell The
Gardener I Am Ready To Be Watered.

Can I keep this?
It's a show I'd like to see.

Jack of hearts.

I'm so sorry, what were you saying?

What right do you have to search
our personal possessions?

It doesn't work like that.

Do you like both your arms?

I don't have a bag.
What are you going to do?

See if I've stuffed it
down my knickers?

Maybe cos all the good ones are off fighting Germans.
I think this situation is getting out of control.

Could I make a suggestion?

That you only search items large
enough to contain my manuscript.

Hm?

Yes!

It's all here. Do you think I would
be so stupid as to do that?

You are being made a fool of.

I'm happy you found it. But how do I
know you haven't stolen the money?

That you haven't set
this whole thing up?

I'm very sorry about Frankie. But...

there's no proof it was murder.
Ha!

Perhaps all this was a coincidence.

What, so somebody just chanced on
the £20,000 in Frankie's pocket?

I have to go home to my husband.

We're leaving.

A heart attack and an accident
are not reasons to keep me here.

If I want to risk getting blown up,
I will. We're leaving!

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

Did you hear about the grenadier who lost
the left side of his body in an explosion?

He's all right now.

That's very good.

My nephew...

has killed 37 German pilots.

He was the worst mechanic
the Luftwaffe ever had.

That's pretty good, isn't it?

Will you at least go and find out
if the air raid's over?

We haven't heard anything
for a while.

We'd all like to leave.

It could be dangerous up there.
If you don't want to go, I will.

I'll go with you.
It'll be quicker with two.

Maltese Falcon
can be left in charge.

I know.
Mm.

Absolutely not.

I thought
she was going to shoot you.

Oh, she was just trying to scare me.

Have you ever had a gun
pointed at you before?

Not with intent. Hm.

Take it from me, your friend's joke
just saved your life.

Well, at least you got
your manuscript back.

While we wait...

why not tell us the story?

It's not.

This one isn't.

Why bother writing it, then? The
Americans stopped paying royalties

and the Revenue think I'm a thief.
I need the money.

Huh.

I did a children's party once.

A seven-year-old rode me like
a donkey into the swimming pool.

You see, Grace? Bastard.

You must care a little bit.

You could've written about something
else.

That would sell like hot cakes.

And remind everyone
about our present horrors.

I finished one of those last year.
It hasn't been published.

They're worried it won't sell.
Why not test it on us?

I don't test my novels.

A spy story makes sense.

You must meet all sorts
of interesting people.

You must know all sorts of secrets.

The only secret I know is how to sell a
million books and not have any money.

Almost makes me wanna tell
the conscription board my real age.

Would anyone like to play
yet more cards?

Yes, please.

How about a game of sharp?
Mm.

Couldn't we just make a dash for it?

Even if we escape the mad PC, it's
like an lrishman's wedding up there.

Thank you. For what?

I'm told you just saved my life.
Yeah. Gotta protect my investment.

At this rate,
you won't get much of a return.

You ever failed to get
what you want?

I'm quite persistent.
Which is why I'm confident.

You'll get your 20 grand,
I'll get my commission.

We met for a few clays 14 years ago.

I don't know anything about you.

My story's different.
It's a potboiler.

I do what I have to to survive.

I've written a few potboilers.

Do you know what defines them?

They always make money.

They never let you down.
Yeah, don't speak too soon.

Don't worry. It's the Italian.

The only people he can kill
are already dead.

It isn't Eli.
It must be. He had the manuscript.

When was the last time
you met someone

who could write better English
than they spoke?

Oh.

Please don't lose it again.

What are you doing?

Does it occur to you that perfect spelling
and grammar might not be his strong point?

She's smarter than us.

If it is,
Eli didn't steal the manuscript

and the murderer is free
to kill again.

You said sleeping.
You said Eli was sleeping it off.

Eli?

Ohh!

SHE GASPS Oh, my...

When you said you were gonna go
and check on the prisoner,

did you mean the kind of check that
might spot he looked like King Harold?

His head's been used
as a pin cushion.

We should tell the others.

You're going to go back out there

and tell everyone what's happened.

Once everybody's aware of the situation,
we'll wait for the all clear to sound.

At that point,
you will go and get help.

They're my words!

I won't give them up to a murderer.

Go check for clues or something.

Piss off over there!

As much as I hate to admit it,
she might be right.

We could hand it over and go home.

I can't give him up for nothing!

Poirot? Perhaps you're more attached
to him than you admit. I'm not!

I just have to get paid. He owes me.
He's not real!

Is there anyone in your life who's been
around 20 years and not fucked you over?

Come back.

Time to start pretending
you're in charge.

Don't think you'll find it too hard.

Why?

I wish to be on my own.
I will not leave Miss Yuhan.

You'll want to hear this.
Rummy.

You've got four kings? Mm.

Where did you get these cards?
An Italian bugger.

It's a miracle I won anything.

Are we finally
being allowed to leave?

Please don't tell me
you've allowed him to escape.

I was looking forward to this mystery playing
out, but given the change of circumstances...

we're leaving.

I've killed five people,

three of them on purpose.

My current duties allow me to shoot
first and ask questions never.

Would you mind if I came with you?
More the merrier.

Us, too. As the French might say as
they lay down their arms, fait accompli.

You some sort of war hero?
I've had my moments.

You're not a man that scares easy. Some people are
born without sexual organs. I was born without fear.

So you wouldn't think twice about hunting down
the person that's caused us all this trouble.

You can't hunt a ghost.
That's just what I was thinking.

Anyone here believe in ghosts?

I once saw the head of a Japanese
woman floating towards me.

I was on the loo and...

Well... two people
have been murdered.

No-one's seen anything.

So it must be a ghost.

There's someone else here.
Of course.

That does explain everything.

Maybe. It's all rather frightening.

What are we going to do?
Well, we've got two guns

and a couple of killers.

Seems to me we should find the
bastard and return the lady's money.

We'll search room by room.

I will come with you.

I need your help.
I'll look after her.

Given I'm the brains in this operation,
I should stay behind the front lines.

Besides, someone needs to be here in case
our uninvited guest makes a run for it.

I'm sure you know how to use this.

If you don't go, I will.

We'll start over there.
Why don't you accompany your gun?

Scared?

Don't worry, I'll keep you safe.

I'm coming. Me, too.

Stop. We need something
to protect ourselves.

That's for you.

And for you.

And... yes.

Mrs Christie.

I think this one's yours.

Oh! Thank you, my dear,
but I'd likely hurt myself.

Very well.

OK.

No-one... make a sound.

And now we have
the psychological advantage.

Give me your gun.

I always save the last one for myself.
Come on, hurry up, give it to me.

Try not to die like a dog!

We could always set fire to the furniture
and smoke him out. Or maybe he isn't here?

He must be on the other side.

We should go. Yes, yes, the others
might well be worried about us.

Oh, God.

He's alive.

Trying to help you. Give me the gun.

Who are you going to shoot?
You if you do not give me the gun.

Revenge is a dish best served by professionals.
Give me the gun or I'll snap your neck!

Don't you think it's time
you intervened?

All I care about
is that no-one else gets hurt.

I know you're investigating me.

I'll do anything you want,
just help us!

What are you suggesting?
Someone has to stop this madness!

And then I can do
what the killer wants,

deliver the deed and the manuscript. About
bloody time. I nearly died for 20 grand.

Who in God's name are you?

Someone who knows the palace relies
on you for their evacuation plans

and will take a dim view of your
extra-curricular activities.

We're being bombed, not invaded.

Let's hope King George
feels like that

and that the Germans
haven't landed at Ramsgate.

Bertie's probably loaded for bears
and listening to jelly Roll Morton.

Because if you don't, you'll spend the rest of
the war making furniture in an internment camp.

HE GROANS Are you all right?

Have I died and gone to heaven?

No!

St Peter has standards.

No, don't move. No, I have to...

I challenged her to a game of snap
and then... my world went dark.

I'm sorry, I...

I don't remember anything.

You didn't kill anyone.

Or murder anyone.

He bloody well isn't.
We'll make sure of that.

Before I deliver the manuscript,
will you check it's safe up there?

I don't want to complicate things
by getting blown up.

Yes. But also keen
not to make any further mistakes.

Did you tell PC O'Hanauer how much
Frankie was paying for our manuscript?

Of course I didn't. I don't thinkjun
would've said anything, or Rocco.

You don't think...

Well, I don't know. She doesn't
come across as a master criminal.

What are we gonna do?

Tell the tax inspectors.
Tax inspectors my arse!

Well, whoever does
the Revenue's dirty work.

Either way, they're the closest thing we have to
authority. Unless they're trying to blackmail you.

I trust them. What were you saying
about your trust issues?

Well, we have to trust someone.
Yes. Each other.

It's time for you to do
what you suggested.

Give up the manuscript and the deed.

Once we're out of here, someone
else can catch the killer and get it back.

Is the air raid over?

Didn't you hear anything?

You certainly can't trust her.
I know.

I've got a plan.

I'm coming with you. Ohh.

Or not.

I'll come, too.

Good. Cos it's not your decision.

Well, in God's name,
find out if we can leave.

Please.

It must be over.

Is something wrong?

Checking nothing's on fire.

Why not?

What part of our previous
conversation do you not understand?

Stop what?

It's here.

I intend to.

You haven't thought this through.

That's the problem.
If you shoot me, I can't sign it.

Which is also not a great idea.

If you shoot her,
we don't have a witness.

My signature has to be witnessed.

How so? With correct legal process?

I know.

So you keep saying.

But it wouldn't make any sense.

Thought I'd missed.

Are we safe? Yes.

Oh.

Did you... She...

I told you it was her.

The air raid? It's over.

So we can leave.

Then you owe me 50 quid and a gun.

You got change of 1,000?

I'm assuming you're good for it.

He gave me 2-1 on dying.

You bet against yourself?

It was the best way of making sure
it didn't happen.

You can send it to my barracks.

Those two know the address.

No-one's going to believe me.

Come on, darling. Ad usum Delphini.

Wonderful meeting you all.

Huge fan.

Toodle-loo.

God, he is such a wanker.

I quite like him. So what now?

How much trouble am I in?

Bletchley?

You do?

I thought you were
glorified tax inspectors.

You're spies?

And you think that...

I'm in possession of state secrets?

No! No! Good Lord!

No, I have... I have absolutely
no idea what you're talking about.

Can you take away my debt, placate
the IRS and the Inland Revenue,

then force the Americans
to start paying my royalties again?

All I'm trying to do
is earn a living.

Whatever you think I've done,
I haven't.

Everything that I've ever written
is just a figment of my imagination.

Yes, it's a curse.

Oh, well...
can I do anything to help?

Aren't you forgetting something?

Hm?

The £20,000 in your pocket?

Caught red-handed.

Can I?

Be my guest.

Wiping gore off another man's face
doesn't break any wedding vows, you know?

Thank you.

You saved my life.

Again.

I'm going to do something in return.

If I'm not mistaken,
Rocco's still downstairs.

Yeah, er...
I think he's taken it badly.

See if you can persuade him up here.

We need a witness.

For the deed.

Once you've sold the manuscript,
you can give me a commission.

Erm... I don't know what to say.

Thank you?

Thank you.

Go on. Just hurry up.

Our two spies won't be happy if
we're still here when the police arrive.

And take that off.

Rocco won't want to be reminded.

Rocco?

Rocco?

Looking for you.

What are you doing?

Oh.

It was that PC all along.

Yeah.

Body's upstairs.

But we need to leave
before the real police arrive.

That's a terrible idea.

God knows what you'll be blamed for.

What about the money?
Well, your money.

Frankie's money.

Well, someone needs to see
it goes to the right person.

Maybe jun has a daughter.

Sign on the line,
address and name underneath.

Thank you.

You're not having my bag.

Just like that?

Not quite.

You were right.

I've changed my mind.

Hold that thought.
What are you doing?

Well, if you're gonna start drinking, it'd
be a crime to open your account with that.

See if you can find some soda water.

Will this do?

Hm.

It won't kill you. It might!

We all end up dead.

It's just a question of how and why.

And whether we are drunk
at the time.

Cheers.

Ohh.

On second thoughts, I... I can't
break the habit of a lifetime.

No, go on, come on.

Sorry.

I can't change your mind?

You know how stubborn I am.

Ain't that the truth?

I understand the money
and the manuscript.

Why do you want to kill me?

Did I do something
all those years ago?

Too clever for your own good.
Is that the point?

You want to punish me?

You think too much.

What's more valuable
than the last ever Poirot novel?

It's your last ever book.

Was it the fingerprint?

I decided last minute
to write you that message.

Before you gave the envelope
to PC O'Hanauer.

She really is a copper, you know?

I wondered.

Nicked me for looting,
but... easily corruptible.

Well, she must have trusted you. Mm.

She loved me.

People are stupid.

Up to a point.

Once I'd acknowledged the awful possibility
that you'd planned the whole thing...

the truth was quick to unravel.

Even then, I wanted you
to come up those stairs...

What have you done? Ohh.
..and prove me wrong.

Two pockets, two flasks.

I just swapped them. Agh.
After you poisoned Frankie,

you made a show
of offering us a drink.

Like the writing in the blood,
you wanted to be clever.

You over-thought it.

Your insecurities undid you.

Like all of us.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe you.

I don't know what I was thinking.

How could I kill the only thing
in life I can truly rely upon?