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DON'T YOU HAVE ANY MORE OPTIMISTIC FISH?

THEY ALL LOOK SO DEPRESSED.

Woman: HERCULE POIROT!

OH, DON'T TELL ME.

IT'S OLIVIA.

UH, NO. OLIVER.

YES.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE BENEATH THE OCEAN?

YOU'VE BECOME A MERMAID. HA HA!

OH, NO, NO, NO, NO. I'M UPSTAIRS

AUTOGRAPHING MY NEW BOOK--

HATCHETS, BLOOD, AND A PARAKEET.

HAVE YOU READ IT? PARAKEET?

NO.

WELL, THEN, I'LL GIVE YOU A COPY, AUTOGRAPHED.

COME OVER HERE.

YOU KNOW, I WAS GOING TO CALL YOU.

OH?

YOU SEE, I'M DOING A MURDER HUNT.

A MURDER HUNT?

YES. IT'S LIKE A TREASURE HUNT,

ONLY THE PLAYERS LOOK FOR CLUES

TO A MURDER THAT I HAVE DEVISED.

SURELY, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE DON'T NEED MY HELP

IN YOUR FICTITIOUS CREATION.

OH, NO, NO, NO. I SHOULD SAY NOT.

I'VE HAD PLENTY OF THAT.

THAT'S PART OF THE PROBLEM.

MORE AND MORE,

I FEEL THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG.

OH, I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT.

IT'S JUST AN INTUITION.

COULDN'T YOU JUST GIVE ME THE TINIEST HINT

OF WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT-- A VERY SMALL CLUE?

NO, NO, NO, NOT HERE. I CAN'T DO THAT.

NOT HERE IN THE FOOD HALL?

IS THERE DANGER INVOLVED?

MR. POIROT, YOUR WORK IS SOLVING MURDERS.

MINE IS TO CREATE THEM IN FICTION.

I HAVE THE FEELING THAT MINE

WON'T BE THE ONLY ONE

AT NASSE HOUSE THIS WEEKEND.

GIVE ME THE INSTRUCTIONS HOW TO GET THERE.

THANK YOU. I'LL WRITE THEM DOWN FOR YOU.

OH, NO NEED.

MY MIND IS VERY CLEAR.

WELL, YOU CAN GET THERE BY CAR,

BUT IT'S SHORTER AND MORE SCENIC

IF YOU TAKE THE FERRY ON THE RIVER.

POIROT! LOOK AT THOSE MAGNIFICENT OLD HOUSES!

COULDN'T YOU IMAGINE YOURSELF

LIVING SOMEWHERE LIKE THIS?

THEY'RE NOT HOUSES AS SUCH ANYMORE, SIR.

NO. DEATH TAXES TAKE THEM AWAY

FROM THE OLD FAMILIES ONE BY ONE.

WE STAY AT HOODOWN.

OH, THAT'S THE ESTATE NEXT TO NASSE HOUSE.

IT'S A YOUTH HOSTEL NOW.

FROM GERMANY I AM COMING.

I AM IN ENGLAND FOR 2-WEEK HOLIDAY.

WHERE DO YOU COME FROM, YOUNG LADY?

UM, SHE DOES NOT MUCH ENGLISH SPEAK.

FROM ITALY SHE IS BEKOMMEN.

NOBILE ITALIA.

SI, ITALIA.

BUT WE BOTH HAVE A LITTLE FRENCH.

YOU ARE THE FRENCH, NO?

I AM THE BELGIAN, YES.

ACH!TOO BADS.

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE ♪

♪ LASS ♪

AH, MR. POIROT.

AH, MRS. OLIVER.

YOU KNOW MY FRIEND HASTINGS?

HOW DO YOU DO?

YOU BROUGHT WEEKEND GUESTS?

WOULD THAT THEY WERE. I MEAN--

THE MAN HERE DOES NOT LIKE

WE MAKE SHORTCUT TO HOSTEL,

BUT IT IS LONG WALKING ON THE ROAD.

AUF WIEDERSEHEN!

AUF WIEDERSCHAUEN.

ARRIVEDERCI.

[OLD MAN MUTTERING]

CIAO.

MR. POIROT, NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE,

I AM EMBARRASSED.

YOU SEE, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

MYMURDER HUNT, BUT THEN I STARTED

GETTING SUGGESTIONS FOR CHANGES.

OH, LITTLE THINGS MOSTLY,

LIKE MOVING THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

OR HAVING SOMEBODY ELSE PLAY THE DEAD BODY.

WELL, YOU MUST KNOW

HOW WE WRITERS HATE SUGGESTIONS.

WRITERS? WELL, DETECTIVES ARE WORSE!

HA HA! I HATE SUGGEST--

WHO MADE THESE SUGGESTIONS?

OH, LADY STUBBS, BUT I FEEL SHE'S BEEN INFLUENCED

BY ONE OF THE OTHERS.

WHO?

I'M HOPING YOU CAN TELL ME.

WELL, FIRST I MUST KNOW WHO EVERYONE IS.

Oliver: WELL, THE RIVER COTTAGE IS AMY FOLLIAT'S.

THIS ESTATE WAS HERS

UNTIL SHE LOST IT TO DEATH TAXES

WHEN HER HUSBAND DIED.

THE PRESENT OWNER, SIR GEORGE,

IS LETTING HER STAY HERE FOR LIFE.

THEN MICHAEL WEYMAN, ARCHITECT AND CRITIC.

YOU SHOULD HEAR HIM GO ON ABOUT THAT FOLLY.

SIR GEORGE PUT THE FOLLY UP IN A RUSH

THE VERY WEEK HE ARRIVED AT NASSE HOUSE.

SIR GEORGE INSISTED IT BE PERCHED UP

ON A PILE OF LOOSE EARTH.

IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A VIEW!

OH! DID I MENTION

THERE'S A FAIR THIS WEEKEND?

IT WAS AN ANNUAL EVENT WITH THE FOLLIATS,

BUT SIR GEORGE HATED THE IDEA.

THEN HE CHANGED HIS MIND ABOUT 3 MONTHS AGO.

THEN WE HAVE ALEC AND SALLY LEGGE.

I WANTED SALLY FOR MY DEAD BODY,

BUT LADY STUBBS INSISTED SHE BE THE FORTUNE-TELLER INSTEAD.

ALEC'S GETTING OVER A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN,

AND IF YOU ASK ME, THE MARRIAGE WON'T LAST.

NASSE HOUSE,

RETURNED TO ITS FORMER GLORY

BY SIR GEORGE STUBBS,

A VERY INTERESTING MAN, SIR GEORGE.

ABSOLUTELY DEVOTED TO LADY STUBBS.

A SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRE.

DON'T ASK ME HOW, BUT ROLLING IN MONEY.

A LARGE CHUNK OF WHICH

HE SPENT RESTORING THE PLACE.

Hastings: I SHOULD SAY!

OH.

PICKY.

SIR GEORGE IS VERY ATHLETIC.

YOUNGER THAN YOU'D EXPECT.

HIS WIFE IS EVEN YOUNGER.

HATTIE. SHE'S AMERICAN.

PROBABLY MARRIED HIM FOR HIS MONEY.

SHE'S VERY BEAUTIFUL, BUT A LITTLE DIM.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

RIGHT THROUGH HERE.

SIR GEORGE. SIR GEORGE, YOUR CALL FROM ZURICH.

AMANDA BREWIS, DEVOTED SECRETARY.

THIS LADY?

ZURICH!

AH!

MONSIEUR POIROT.

UH...

AND, UH, HASTINGS, ISN'T IT?

THAT'S RIGHT, YES. HOW DO YOU DO?

PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.

SIR GEORGE, IT IS IMPORTANT.

UM, WHERE'S HATTIE? WOULD YOU GET HER, AMANDA,

AND THE OTHERS? IT'S TIME FOR TEA.

EXCUSE ME, PLEASE. HELLO...

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK? DON'T YOU SENSE

SOMETHING ABNORMAL IN THE ATMOSPHERE?

ABNORMAL? NO.

BUT, THEN, OF COURSE, I HAVEN'T HAD THE PRIVILEGE

OF MEETING WITH--

LADY STUBBS?

LADY STUBBS, MAY I PRESENT HERCULE POIROT

AND ARTHUR HASTINGS.

DELIGHTED TO MEET YOU.

OH, HI.

ITS BRAND-NEW.

GEORGE GAVE IT TO ME.

THEY'RE EMERALDS.

IF I MAY SAY SO,

THEY'RE NOTHING COMPARED WITH THEIR WEARER.

SEE? IT'S WINKING AT ME.

[LOUD TALKING AND LAUGHTER]

Man: HOLA!

YOU'RE TRESPASSING!

HEAD BACK!

BUENOS DIAS AND BONJOUR!

DAMNED YOUTH HOSTEL NEXT DOOR.

I'D LIKE TO SEE IT SHUT DOWN.

THEY USE IT AS A SHORTCUT.

THEY'RE TRAIPSING ACROSS TO THE FERRY BAY.

NO RESPECT FOR PRIVATE PROPERTY.

ALL COMMUNISTS, I SHOULDN'T WONDER.

THANK YOU.

SHALL I FIX YOU SOME TEA, MADAME?

TEA TASTES LIKE MEDICINE.

THE COUNTRYSIDE LOOKS WONDERFUL,

AT THIS TIME OF YEAR. DON'T YOU AGREE?

DURING THE DAY,

WHEN IT'S NOT RAINING.

BUT THERE AREN'T ANY NIGHTCLUBS.

OH, YOU LIKE NIGHTCLUBS?

OH, YES, 'CAUSE THERE'S MUSIC,

AND YOU CAN DANCE.

RIGHT, MICHAEL?

AND I CAN WEAR MY NICEST CLOTHES

AND BRACELETS AND RINGS.

AND ALL THE OTHER WOMEN

HAVE NICE JEWELRY AND CLOTHES AS WELL.

BUT NOT AS NICE AS MINE.

AND THAT'S IMPORTANT?

OH, SURE,

OR ELSE YOU'RE... PLAIN AND NOBODY,

LIKE POOR AMANDA.

I'M GOING UPSTAIRS NOW.

YOU'VE BEEN IN BED ALL DAY.

YOU'RE NOT FEELING WELL?

NO. I HAVE A HEADACHE.

I'LL ATTEND TO HER.

I'LL BE BETTER TOMORROW.

SHE'S VERY BEAUTIFUL.

YES, SHE IS EXTREMELY, UH...

HMM...HEH HEH.

BUT ONLY IN A DECORATIVE SORT OF WAY,

NOT FUNCTIONAL.

I, UH...HOW? UH...

A BUILDING NEEDS A GOOD FOUNDATION,

NOT JUST AN ORNAMENTAL FACADE.

Oliver: OK, EVERYBODY.

PAY ATTENTION.

I'M GOING TO EXPLAIN MY MURDER HUNT.

THIS IS A MAP OF THE GROUNDS

AND OUR CAST OF CHARACTERS.

THE FIRST IS OUR NUCLEAR SCIENTIST...

OH! HA HA.

POSSIBLY IN THE EMPLOY OF SPIES.

HIS FIRST WIFE IS DEAD...

OR MAY NOT BE.

HIS SECOND WIFE HAS JUST LEFT HIM

AND IS HIDING NEXT DOOR IN THE YOUTH HOSTEL.

SHE'S YUGOSLAVIAN.

NOW, YOU'LL FIND YOUR FIRST CLUE

IN THE PICTURE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.

I THINK IT'S OBVIOUSLY A NET OF SOME SORT.

TENNIS NET OR HAIR NET.

AH! VERY GOOD.

TENNIS NET?

YES. LEAVE IT TO THE PROFESSIONALS.

NOW, REMEMBER,

ALL CLUES LEAD TO THE BOATHOUSE

WHERE THE YUGOSLAVIAN WIFE

HAS BEEN STRANGLED WITH A CLOTHESLINE.

[CHUCKLES]

ANY QUESTIONS SO FAR?

I THINK I MUST GO AND SEE IF HATTIE NEEDS ANYTHING.

AND I'M SURE

THAT MONSIEUR POIROT AND CAPTAIN HASTINGS

WOULD LIKE TO BE SHOWN THEIR ROOMS

SO THEY CAN FRESHEN UP BEFORE DINNER.

HOW WELL YOU UNDERSTAND.

YES, THANK YOU VERY MUCH INDEED.

TAKE THIS.

OH, RIGHT, OLD BOY.

AH! OH, IT'S...

AND CAPTAIN HASTINGS IS NEXT DOOR.

REALLY?

HELLO!

HELLO! HA HA HA.

I HOPE EVERYTHING WILL BE SATISFACTORY.

TO WHOM DO WE OWE

THESE CONSIDERATIONS?

IS IT YOU, MISS BREWIS,

OR IS IT OUR CHARMING HOSTESS?

LADY STUBBS' TIME IS FULLY TAKEN UP

IN BEINGCHARMING.

WELL, SHE'S A VERY DECORATIVE PERSON.

AS YOU SAY.

PERHAPS HER INTELLECTUAL ATTAINMENTS

ARE NOT OF THE SAME...

I SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID THAT.

LADY STUBBS, BESIDES BEING, AS YOU SAY, DECORATIVE,

IS ALSO EXTREMELY SHREWD.

OH. YOURS, I BELIEVE.

OH--OH, YES. HMM.

THANK YOU.

POIROT...

COME LOOK AT THIS.

WHY IS SHE TAKING HER SHOES OFF?

THAT'S WEYMAN.

I KNOW WHO IT IS.

IT'S WEYMAN.

DON'T LOSE THEM FROM SIGHT.

SORRY.

WHERE?! WHERE?!

AAH!

THE EARLY EVENING AIR

IS SO VERY GOOD FOR THE LUNGS.

46, 47...

HA HA--[COUGH COUGH]

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MR. POIROT?

LET ME WALK YOU TO YOUR HOME.

THANK YOU.

IT WAS I WHO INTRODUCED HATTIE

TO SIR GEORGE.

OH.

YES.

I DELIBERATELY INFLUENCED HER.

WELL, THAT WAS A VERY FAR-SIGHTED MOVE

ON YOUR PART.

WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?

WELL, AFTER ALL,

YOU GOT A HAVEN OF YOUR OWN OUT OF IT.

DO YOU KNOW THOSE LINES OF SPENCER...

"SLEEP AFTER TOIL, PORT AFTER STORMY SEAS.

"EASE AFTER WAR,

"DEATH AFTER LIFE

DOTH GREATLY PLEASE."

HMM. IT'S A VERY WICKED WORLD, MONSIEUR POIROT,

AND THERE ARE VERY WICKED PEOPLE IN IT.

YOU PROBABLY KNOW THAT AS WELL AS I DO.

I DON'T SAY SO BEFORE THE YOUNGER PEOPLE.

IT MIGHT DISCOURAGE THEM.

BUT THE WORLD ISVERY WICKED.

[SINGING]

FERRY, SIR? AAH!

YOU MUSTN'T DO THAT. THAT'S EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.

FERRY, SIR?

FERRY? NO, THANK YOU.

I'M GOING FOR A WALK FROM NASSE HOUSE.

AH. SHE'S BACK LIKE SHE WAS IN THE OLD DAYS.

THE LAST SQUIRE FOLLIAT

LET HER RUN TO SEED.

ONLY INTERESTED IN THE HORSES

AND THE BOTTLE, HE WAS.

LOST A PRETTY PACKET AT BOTH, HE DID.

ME, I CONCENTRATE ME VICES.

[CHUCKLES]

AH--NO, NO. I DON'T CARE-- PLEASE, NO. I DON'T.

FRENCHIE, ARE YOU?

I'M BELGIE.

OH. SURE YOU WON'T HAVE A DRAM, THEN?

THANK YOU VERY MUCH. YOU'RE VERY KIND.

RARE AND CUNNING THE FOLLIATS ARE.

WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A FOLLIAT AT NASSE HOUSE.

WELL, THAT'S NOT TRUE.

YOU'VE NOW GOT SIR GEORGE STUBBS.

COME IN THE NIGHT, HE DID,

HIM AND HIS LADYSHIP.

WORST GALE AS EVER I REMEMBER.

TREES DOWN RIGHT AND LEFT.

EVEN THE BIG OAK

WHERE HE PUT THE FOLLY--

GONE.

ALL GONE.

TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE FOLLIATS.

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE, LASS ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE, LASS ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT ♪

♪ FOLLY, FOLLY, FOLLY ♪

♪ OH, ALWAYS A FOLLIAT ♪

♪ AT NASSE, NASSE, NASSE ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE, LASS ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE, LASS ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT... ♪

Stubbs: GOOD MORNING.

MORNING.

YOU'RE UP BRIGHT AND EARLY.

I EXPECT YOU'VE COME TO SEE MARILYN GALE.

WHO?

MARILYN GALE, THE FILM STAR

WHO'S COMING TO OPEN THE FAIR PERSONALLY.

HI.

HI.

GOOD MORNING.

GOOD MORNING, SIR GEORGE.

GOOD MORNING.

MORNING.

MORNING, ALEC.

HI, EVERYBODY.

HELLO, DARLING.

GOOD MORNING.

SIR GEORGE, I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND TODAY'S MAIL.

LADY STUBBS,

YOU KNOW THE MAIL IS MY RESPONSIBILITY.

OH, WELL, I JUST WANTED TO LOOK AT MY VOGUE.

HERE. WELL, LET ME SEE IF I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE.

AH!

THANK YOU.

OH!

Stubbs: WHAT IS IT, DARLING?

EDDIE SOUTH IS COMING. TODAY!

WHO?

EDDIE SOUTH.

A BOY FROM MY HOMETOWN.

HE WAS...

HE WAS WHAT?

NOTHING. NOTHING. IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO.

I HAVE A HEADACHE.

I'M GOING TO LIE DOWN.

Poirot: NO. OH, LADY STUBBS HAS LEFT HER READING MATTER.

I'M ALREADY UP.

OH, MY LADY.

YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THIS.

OH, THANKS.

EXCUSE ME,

BUT YOUR NEWS FROM AN OLD FRIEND

SEEMS TO DISTRESS YOU SOMEWHAT.

EDDIE'S NO FRIEND.

I DON'T WANT TO SEE HIM.

I DON'T LIKE HIM. HE'S BAD.

HE DOES VERY BAD THINGS.

HATTIE! MY POOR DARLING.

LET ME COME AND TUCK YOU UP.

HE DOES VERY BAD THINGS, GEORGIE.

HEADACHE, MY FOOT.

OH, MR. POIROT, YOU FORGOT YOUR BOOK.

MY BOOK.

NOW, DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?

THINGS JUST AREN'T NORMAL AROUND HERE.

OH, THEY SEEM NORMAL ENOUGH TO ME.

YOU MUST BE KIDDING.

DOESN'T YOUR INTUITION TELL YOU

THAT THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE GOING ON?

MY INTUITION TELLS ME THAT...

I'VE NOT YET FINISHED BREAKFAST.

WELL, THIS IS MY BIG DAY.

Stubbs: HELLO!

I'M SORRY. THIS IS NOT A SHORTCUT.

THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY. YOU'RE TRESPASSING!

PLEASE?

YOU'RE TRESPASSING!

YOU CAN'T COME THROUGH HERE.

THIS IS PRIVATE.

BUT, UH, WE COME FOR CARNIVAL.

BLOODY HELL.

IT'S NOT OPEN YET!

AND YOU NEED A TICKET FROM THE GATE.

GATE?

YES, GATE. YOU KNOW, BARS. LOCKED.

ROAD? COMPRENDOROAD?

[HATTIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

WHAT'S THAT, HATTIE?

OH, ALL RIGHT. NEVER MIND. BE MY GUESTS.

ALL RIGHT, HATTIE, DARLING, I'M COMING.

Oliver: MARLENE, THERE YOU ARE, DARLING.

THAT'S MY NEW DEAD BODY.

NOBODY'S GOING TO BELIEVE

THAT SHE'S THE YUGOSLAVIAN SECOND WIFE

OF A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST.

YOU LOOK ADORABLE, DARLING.

THIS IS MARLENE, OUR MURDER VICTIM.

MR. POIROT AND CAPTAIN HASTINGS.

HOW DO YOU DO?

I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE ANY BLOOD ON ME.

OH, DEAR. WHAT A FRIGHTFUL SHAME.

A MURDER OUGHT TO HAVE BLOOD.

AND THERE SHOULD BE A SEX MANIAC.

THERE WAS EVEN ONE AROUND HERE ONCE.

MY GRANDDAD SAW A DEAD WOMAN DOWN BY THE WOODS.

AT LEAST, THAT'S WHAT HE SAYS.

BUT GRANDDAD'S DAFT.

OH, YES.

WELL, LET'S GO DOWN TO THE BOATHOUSE

AND GET YOU SETTLED IN FOR THE MURDER.

EXCUSE US, PLEASE.

[CHATTER]

Woman: JUST WANTED TO SAY

WHAT A PLEASURE IT IS FOR ME TO WELCOME YOU

AND TO WELCOME THE RETURN OF THIS MARVELOUS FAIR

IN THE LOVELY GROUNDS

OF SIR GEORGE AND LADY STUBBS' DARLING HOUSE.

[APPLAUSE]

AND NOW, IF WE'RE READY...

I HEREBY DECLARE THIS FAIR OPEN.

[PISTOL FIRES]

[CHEERING APPLAUSE]

[MERRY-GO-ROUND MUSIC PLAYS]

[KIDS CHATTERING]

[DING]

OH!

DOROTHY, IT'S BEEN AGES.

WE HAD TO COME TO SEE NASSE BACK IN ITS GLORY.

I CAME TO SEE THAT MARILYN GALE.

THAT HER IN THE BIG HAT?

NO, THAT'S LADY STUBBS.

Dorothy: IS SHE ALWAYS QUITE SO OVERDONE?

SHE'S A PERFECTLY CHARMING YOUNG WOMAN.

YOU'LL MEET HER LATER. I'M SURE YOU'LL LIKE HER.

HA HA.

YOU DON'T HAPPEN TO HAVE THE TIME, DO YOU?

I'M DYING FOR MY TEA

AND I'M DUE A HALF HOUR BREAK AT 4:00.

IT'S 10 MINUTES TO 4:00...

JUST LONG ENOUGH TO TELL MY FORTUNE. HEH HEH.

VERY WELL. GIVE ME YOUR PALM.

THIS ONE?

MM-HMM.

AH.

AHH! DON'T DO THAT.

[CHATTER]

YOU WILL COME INTO A GREAT DEAL OF MONEY...

OH...

TAKE A SEA VOYAGE, AND, UH,

GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS.

OH, INCIDENTALLY, IT IS...

9 MINUTES BEFORE 4:00. BYE.

Man: OOPLA! OOPLA...

UH!

YOU HAVE BROKEN MY RHYTHM.

IT IS UNFORGIVABLE TO BREAK SOMEONE'S RHYTHM.

DO FORGIVE ME, PLEASE.

AHH! BAD LUCK.

COULD I HAVE 3, PLEASE? HOLD THIS.

THERE YOU ARE, SIR.

AND PAY HIM.

[CHUCKLES]

HA HA HA!

OH, YES.

I DID NOT YET HAVE TIME TO ACQUIRE MY RHYTHM,

YOU UNDERSTAND, SIR. PLEASE, I WANT THIS ONE.

Man: HERE YOU ARE, SIR. A DOLLY.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

IT IS YOURS.

I DID NOT WIN.

I DO NOT DESERVE.

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

P.A.: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

ARIADNE OLIVER'S MURDER HUNT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

MAPS GIVING THE FIRST CLUE TO THE MURDER HUNT

ARE AVAILABLE AT THE SOUTH PORTICO.

ARIADNE OLIVER'S MURDER HUNT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

Man: ...GOOD TIME.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

[INAUDIBLE]

Poirot: MAKE WAY FOR THE BIG PEOPLE!

[KIDS LAUGHING]

HA HA HA HA! AH...

EXCUSE ME.

I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE HOME OF A GUY NAMED STUBBS.

MY NAME'S EDDIE SOUTH. IT IS.

OH!

I WROTE TO MRS. STUBBS THAT I'D BE ARRIVING,

BUT I DON'T KNOW THAT SHE--

YES. THEY TALKED ABOUT YOU AT BREAKFAST.

THEN SHE DID GET MY LETTER.

THAT'S FUNNY. SHE NEVER WROTE ME BACK.

OH, MADEMOISELLE,

WOULD YOU TELL US WHERE LADY STUBBS IS

FOR THIS GENTLEMAN?

NO, I'VE BEEN LOOKING

ALL OVER THE PLACE FOR HER.

SHE'S LATE FOR JUDGING THE CHILDREN'S FANCY DRESS.

THEN I SUGGEST WE DO THE NEXT BEST THING

AND FIND SIR GEORGE FOR YOU.

COME ALONG, SIR.

Poirot: SIR GEORGE?

SIR GEORGE, MAY I PRESENT EDDIE SOUTH,

THE FRIEND OF LADY STUBBS.

HOW DO YOU DO?

IT'S QUITE A PLACE YOU HAVE HERE.

I'D BE HAPPY TO SHOW YOU AROUND.

WELL, THAT SOUNDS GREAT, BUT I'D REALLY LIKE TO SEE HATTIE.

OH, SHE'S PROBABLY AROUND SOMEWHERE.

PROBABLY OFF ON THE MURDER HUNT

WITH THAT GHASTLY WOMAN.

UH, DO BE A GOOD CHAP, POIROT,

AND SEE IF YOU CAN SCARE HER UP.

Poirot: THE FIRST CLUE,

IF I REMEMBER RIGHTLY, IS A TENNIS NET.

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING HERE, POIROT.

I HAVE SOMETHING HERE.

TENNIS NET OVER THIS WATER.

IS THERE A WATERFALL NEAR HERE?

HANG ON, OLD MAN. UM...

YES! YEAH, IT SAYS "CASCADE."

CASCADE? HMM.

MRS. OLIVER!

OH!

HA HA HA!

YOU'RE ENJOYING YOUR CASCADE.

WELL, I WAS HOPING YOU WERE SOMEBODY

WHO WAS PLAYING MY GAME.

I'M AFRAID I MADE THE CLUES TOO HARD.

NOT AT ALL. NO, MRS. OLIVER.

THAT'S ORPHEUS,

GREEK GOD OF MUSIC.

WHAT IS THE NAME OF THAT BUILDING?

THE MUSIC TEMPLE.

GREEK GOD.

SEE? IT'S GOT COLUMNS. CLASSICAL.

THE NEXT CLUE MUST BE...

RIGHT! OH, YOU'RE AMAZING!

I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT.

[CHUCKLES]

LITTLE GRAY CELLS.

[BOTH LAUGH]

NOW, YOU MUST ROW OUT THERE

AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIND THE NEXT CLUE.

OVER THE WATER?

YES.

OH, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

IN ANY CASE, WE MUST FIND LADY STUBBS.

OH, WELL, YOU CAN DO THAT LATER.

GO ON. GET IN YOUR BOAT,

AND I'LL WAIT FOR YOU

DOWN AT THE BOATHOUSE.

BUT DON'T TELL US

WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO WAIT FOR US, MADAME.

IT SPOILS ALL THE FUN.

HELP THE OTHERS, IF YOU WISH, BUT NOT US.

GET IN FIRST. TELL ME IF IT'S DANGEROUS.

RIGHT-O.

OHH!

YOU'RE GOING AWAY. YOU'RE GOING AWAY.

COME BACK.

LISTEN.

HANG ONTO THE OAR.

HANG ONTO THE OAR, OLD MAN. THAT'S IT.

THERE YOU ARE.

GIVE ME YOUR HAND. BOTH OF THEM.

WAIT--HO!

WHOA!

PUSH.

I'LL GIVE YOU A PUSH.

ALL RIGHT. THERE. ALL RIGHT.

THERE YOU ARE!

NOW, REMEMBER,

I'LL SEE YOU AT THE BOATHOUSE.

DON'T PANIC.

WOULD YOU HANG ONTO THAT?

THERE. HOLD IT THERE.

I'M TERRIBLY SORRY, OLD MAN.

OH...AH.

FOLLOW ME.

RIGHT-O.

Poirot: HA.

THAT'S A TREBLE CLEF, IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN.

YES, UM, KEY OF...

F!

KEY OF F.

YES.

KEY OF F. KEY OF F. AND WHY THE HOLLY?

YES, HOLLY.

HOLLY. KEY OF F.

HOLLY. F. HOLLY.

FOLLY! FOLLY! HOLD ON.

HOLD ON, OLD MAN.

THE KEY TO THE BOATHOUSE IS IN...

THE FOLLY! THE FOLLY!

THAT'S IT.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

MR. POIROT.

MR. POIROT! CAPTAIN HASTINGS!

COME QUICKLY TO THE BOATHOUSE.

OH, PLEASE, QUICKLY COME TO THE BOATHOUSE.

PLEASE COME QUICKLY.

IT'S JUST LIKE MY MURDER.

YES, IT IS, MRS. OLIVER,

EXACTLY LIKE YOUR MURDER.

EXCEPT THAT THIS YOUNG LADY...

IS DEAD.

[SIRENS]

Oliver: IT WAS MY MURDER. MY MURDER!

AND I DID IT.

I DID IT.

I DID IT. IT WAS MY MUR--

[BLOWS NOISILY]

[CRYING] I DID IT. I DID IT.

IT WAS MY MURDER.

MRS. OLIVER, BE A MAN!

YOU MUST NOT BLAME YOURSELF.

OH, BUT I DO, I DO.

DIDN'T I TELL YOU MY MURDER

MIGHT NOT BE THE ONLY ONE

THAT WAS COMMITTED HERE THIS WEEKEND?

THE INSPECTOR.

IT WAS MY MURDER. I DID IT.

WHO ARE YOU?

MY NAME IS HERCULE POIROT, AND THIS--

OF COURSE YOU ARE!

I WAS PRESENT WHEN YOU SOLVED THE ABC MURDERS.

EXTRAORDINARY PERFORMANCE.

OH...WELL--

I'VE FILLED OUT A BIT SINCE THEN.

OH, WHO HAS NOT FILLED OUT? HA HA!

ACTUALLY, I HAVEN'T...

NO, YOU HAVE NOT FILLED OUT.

YOU PROBABLY DON'T REMEMBER ME.

MM...OH, WAIT...I DO.

ABC MURDERS?

YOU WERE A DETECTIVE SERGEANT AT THE TIME.

NOW YOU MUST BE...OOH!

YOU MUST BE A DETECTIVE INSPECTOR OR SOMETHING.

YOUR NAME BEGAN WITH AN "H."

BLAND. THAT'S WHO YOU ARE.

BUT THAT WAS 15 YEARS AGO.

YOU REMEMBER ME.

WHY SHOULD I NOT REMEMBER YOU? HA HA!

AND THIS IS...UH...

HASTINGS.

HASTINGS. IT IS HASTINGS.

HOW DO YOU DO?

AND THAT IS MRS. OLIVER.

OLIVER. ARIADNE OLIVER,

THE AMERICAN DETECTIVE WRITER?

WHY, YES.

I'VE READ YOUR LATEST BOOK--

HATCHETS, BLOOD, AND A PARAKEET.

QUITE ABSORBING.

OH! THANK YOU.

BUT THIS ISN'T FICTION.

WHY DID I EVER ALLOW THAT POOR CHILD TO PLAY

THE YUGOSLAVIAN SECOND WIFE OF A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST?

THE DEAD GIRL WAS THE WIFE

OF A YUGOSLAVIAN SCIENTIST?

NO, NO, NO.

SHE WAS THE YUGOSLAVIAN WIFE

OF A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST.

UH...PERHAPS I MAY BE ALLOWED TO ELUCIDATE.

MRS. OLIVER HERE INVENTED A MURDER HUNT,

A GAME, IN WHICH CLUES WERE LEFT HERE AND THERE.

WE HAD TO FIND THEM, AND WHOEVER WON

WOULD WIN THE PRIZE.

BUT UNFORTUNATELY, LIFE ITSELF

HAS BEGUN MYSTERIOUSLY TO INTRUDE UPON THIS GAME.

COULD YOU BE MORE SPECIFIC?

WELL, IT COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEBODY

WHO LIKES KILLING LITTLE GIRLS.

OR SHE MIGHT HAVE RECOGNIZED SOMEBODY

WHO WAS TRYING TO CONCEAL HIS IDENTITY.

BLACKMAIL IS ALWAYS A POSSIBILITY.

OR WHAT IF SHE SAW SOMEBODY ON THAT YACHT

OUT THERE THROW A BODY INTO THE RIVER?

OR--

THANK YOU, MRS. OLIVER.

DOES SIR GEORGE KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENED?

CERTAINLY NOT.

SIR GEORGE ALWAYS DOES HIS LAPS

AT THIS TIME OF DAY.

HIS WHAT?

LAPS.

SWIMMING.

SIR GEORGE ALWAYS DOES 50 LAPS BEFORE TEA.

I SHOULD LIKE TO TALK TO HIM STRAIGHT AWAY.

INSPECTOR, CAN HASTINGS AND I ACCOMPANY YOU?

UNOFFICIALLY, OF COURSE.

BY ALL MEANS. I'D BE HONORED.

MAY I COME, TOO, PLEASE?

THERE MAY BE A BOOK IN IT.

SIR GEORGE, I REGRET TO INFORM YOU

THAT A MURDER HAS BEEN COMMITTED ON YOUR PROPERTY.

REALLY, MRS. OLIVER,

ISN'T THIS CARRYING THINGS TOO FAR?

LOW COMEDY POLICE? I MEAN, THIS CHAP LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING

OUT OF THE BURLESQUE.

DETECTIVE INSPECTOR BLAND, SIR.

OH...

SORRY.

IT'S MARLENE, DOWN AT THE BOATHOUSE.

SHE'S BEEN MURDERED.

YES, I KNOW.

I MEAN REALLYMURDERED!

WHERE'S HATTIE? DOES SHE KNOW?

LADY STUBBS CANNOT BE LOCATED.

DAMN IT ALL. THIS NEWS WILL FRIGHTEN HER.

AMANDA, GIVE THESE GENTLEMEN

ALL THE HELP THAT THEY REQUIRE.

WHAT A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY.

AND FIND HATTIE.

WELL, SIMPLE AND STRAIGHTFORWARD

AS IT CAN BE.

THE GIRL WAS GARROTED

WITH A CLOTHESLINE. NO STRUGGLE.

I'D SAY THE POOR KID DIDN'T KNOW

WHAT WAS HAPPENING UNTIL IT HAPPENED.

SIGNS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT?

NONE.

INSPECTOR, MAY I MAKE A CONTRIBUTION?

PROBABLY QUITE INSIGNIFICANT,

BUT THERE IS HERE A TRAY

WITH A PLATE AND A GLASS ON IT.

Amanda: WELL, I BROUGHT THAT.

LADY STUBBS THOUGHT IT WOULD BE NICE

TO TAKE THE POOR GIRL SOME REFRESHMENT,

SO I DID.

AT WHAT TIME?

AT ABOUT 4:00.

ESTIMATED TIME OF DEATH?

BETWEEN 4:00 AND 4:30.

MISS BREWIS,

ON YOUR WAY DOWN HERE

OR ON YOUR WAY BACK,

DID YOU ENCOUNTER ANYONE?

NO ONE.

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS, DON'T YOU?

A COPYCAT KILLING.

SOMEBODY STUDIED MY MURDER

AND DECIDED TO COMMIT ONE OF THEIR OWN.

POSSIBLY, MRS. OLIVER--

I KNOW WHERE LADY STUBBS IS.

OH?

HIDING.

HIDING WHERE?

I DON'T KNOW WHERE.

BUT SOMEWHERE SHE'S HIDING FROM THAT...

HATTIE RECEIVED A LETTER FROM HIM

THIS MORNING AT BREAKFAST.

OH, EDDIE SOUTH.

YES, EDDIE SOUTH.

THAT IS HIS YACHT OVER THERE, INSPECTOR.

SHE RECEIVED A LETTER

ANNOUNCING HIS ARRIVAL TODAY,

AND IT SEEMED TO DISTRESS HER SOMEWHAT.

OFFICER!

THAT LAUNCH--I WANT A WORD WITH MR. SOUTH.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

MAY WE COME ABOARD? POLICE BUSINESS.

MR. SOUTH, A GIRL HAS BEEN FOUND MURDERED

IN THE BOATHOUSE OVER THERE.

WHAT? YOU'RE KIDDING.

AROUND THE TIME YOU ARRIVED.

[ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES]

CAN YOU TURN IT OFF, PLEASE!

UH, YEAH.

[MUSIC STOPS]

I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HEARD OR NOTICED

ANY SPECIFIC ACTIVITIES

IN THE BOATHOUSE AS YOU CAME ASHORE?

NO, I...LOOK, I JUST PULLED IN, YOU KNOW?

THESE TWO GUYS RIGHT HERE INTRODUCED ME TO LORD GEORGE.

SIRGEORGE.

YEAH, WHATEVER.

HAVE YOU MET LADY STUBBS YET?

HATTIE? NO.

I MEAN, I HUNG AROUND WITH LORD, UH...

HER HUSBAND FOR A WHILE,

BUT HE DIDN'T SEEM TO LIKE ME TOO MUCH,

SO I CAME ON BACK HERE TO THE BOAT.

HE SAID HE WAS GONNA CALL ME WHEN SHE TURNED UP.

WHERE IS SHE?

MISSING.

MISSING?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MISSING?

LIKE--LIKE...

VANISHED?

OR MAYBE LIKE SHE JUST ZIPPED INTO TOWN FOR A 6-PACK.

MR. SOUTH, WHEN WE SAY THAT SOMEONE IS MISSING,

IT MEANS THAT WE DON'T KNOW.

HEH HEH HEH HEH.

NOW, MR. SOUTH...

EDDIE'S FINE.

MR. SOUTH,

WHEN DID YOU FIRST MEET HATTIE, UH...

FRIMPLE.

FRIMPLE.

HATTIE FRIMPLE.

WELL, SHE WAS THE BEAUTIFUL RICH GIRL BACK IN MY HOMETOWN,

AND I WAS THIS POOR FAT KID, YOU KNOW?

AND I WORKED IN A RECORD STORE,

WHERE ALL THE KIDS HUNG OUT.

SHE'D COME IN THE STORE,

AND WE'D TALK ABOUT MUSIC AND HOW MUCH

I WANTED TO MAKE IT IN THIS BUSINESS.

I REMEMBER SHE USED TO SAY TO ME, "JUST DO IT, EDDIE.

I BELIEVE IN YOU."

SO ONE DAY I DID.

I NOW MANAGE SOME OF THE BIGGEST ROCK ACTS IN THIS BUSINESS.

YOU SEE, SHE KNEW THAT I HAD THE RIGHT STUFF UP HERE.

LITTLE GRAY CELLS.

CONTINUE, PLEASE.

WELL, UH, AFTER THAT,

SHE GRADUATED AND CAME TO ENGLAND,

AND, UH, HER PARENTS DIED.

AND AFTER THAT, I LOST TRACK...

UNTIL ABOUT 3 MONTHS AGO.

I CAME OVER HERE TO PICK UP THIS LITTLE LIFE'S AMBITION,

AND THERE WAS HER NAME-- BOOM--

RIGHT THERE IN THE PAPER,

SOME KIND OF A SOCIETY THING, I GUESS.

SO I, DROPPED HER A NOTE.

YOU WROTE HER A NOTE 3 MONTHS AGO?

YEAH, GIVE OR TAKE.

WAS THAT THE ONLY NOTE YOU WROTE HER?

YEAH.

SHE NEVER WROTE ME BACK,

BUT, UH, I DON'T KNOW,

I DECIDED I WAS JUST GONNA SAIL ON DOWN ANYWAY.

I FIGURED SHE'D GET A KICK

OUT OF SEEING HOW THE KID TURNED OUT.

I TRUST YOU WON'T OBJECT

IF MY MEN SEARCH YOUR BOAT.

WHAT FOR?

OH, YOU THINK IKILLED THAT GIRL.

I DON'T KNOW.

MAYBE YOU FIGURE THAT I'VE GOT HATTIE

STOWED AWAY HERE SOMEPLACE.

BUT AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO HAVE SOME KIND OF A WARRANT

TO GO POKING AROUND?

YES.

GO AHEAD.

I GOT NOTHING TO HIDE.

SEEMS TO BE A VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD

SORT OF CHAP. I WONDER WHY

LADY STUBBS IS AFRAID OF HIM.

IF, IN FACT, SHE ISAFRAID OF HIM.

HEH HEH.

MARLENE WAS SUCH A GOOD LITTLE GIRL.

I KNOW WE HAD OUR DISAGREEMENTS.

ALL PARENTS DO.

I DIDN'T APPROVE OF ALL THAT MAKEUP SHE WORE

OR THE BOYFRIENDS SHE RAN AROUND WITH,

STAYING OUT TO ALL HOURS,

MISSING SCHOOL,

THOSE TRAMP GIRLFRIENDS OF HERS

LYING ABOUT THE HOUSE ALL DAY,

PAINTING THEIR TOENAILS,

NEVER TURNING THE MUSIC DOWN.

[CRYING] WHAT'LL WE DO WITHOUT HER?

MRS. TUCKER, HOW DID MARLENE

COME TO BE INVOLVED WITH THIS MURDER HUNT?

WELL, TUCKERS HAVE ALWAYS WORKED FOR THE FOLLIATS,

EVER SINCE THERE WAS A NASSE HOUSE.

DID SHE HAVE ANY ENEMIES THAT YOU KNOW OF?

NO, SHE HAD BOYFRIENDS!

NOW, LOOK HERE, BLAND,

I WANT A WORD WITH YOU!

I AM SORRY, MRS. TUCKER.

MY CONDOLENCES.

THANK YOU, MRS. TUCKER. THAT WILL BE ALL.

OFFICER, PLEASE SEE THE LADY OUT.

YES, SIR GEORGE?

I GATHER THAT LADY STUBBS

HAS NOT BEEN FOUND YET.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABOUT IT?

LOOKING FOR HER.

Poirot: A QUESTION, PERHAPS.

THANK YOU.

SIR GEORGE, DID YOU RECEIVE A LETTER

FROM EDDIE SOUTH 3 MONTHS AGO?

NO. ONLY THAT ONE THIS MORNING.

WHY DO YOU THINK THAT LADY STUBBS

WAS SO TERRIFIED OF EDDIE SOUTH?

WELL, SHE WASN'T VERY ARTICULATE ABOUT IT.

JUST WENT ON IN A CHILDISH SORT OF WAY.

I DON'T SET MUCH STOCK

BY WHAT HATTIE SAYS, SOMETIMES.

MIGHT I KNOW HER PRECISE WORDS, PLEASE?

ABOUT EDDIE SOUTH?

YES.

SHE SAID...

"HE KILLS PEOPLE."

HE KILLS PEOPLE?

I SHOULDN'T TAKE WHAT SHE SAYS TOO SERIOUSLY.

I'M DEVOTED TO HATTIE, BUT, UM...

BUT TO SAY HE KILLS PEOPLE?

HOW MANY KEYS WERE THERE

TO THE BOATHOUSE?

AMANDA?

3.

I HAVE ONE,

AND THERE'S ONE HIDDEN IN THE FOLLY.

FOR THE MURDER HUNT.

Bland: WHICH MAKES 2.

THE THIRD IS IN THE DRAWER OVER THERE.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

YES.

THAT'S IT.

MRS. OLIVER, I BELIEVE THAT THE GIRL--MARLENE'S DUTY

WAS TO LIE STILL AND PLAY DEAD

IF SHE HEARD THE NOISE OF SOMEONE APPROACHING.

YES, THAT'S RIGHT.

BUT IN LIGHT OF THE FACT

THAT ALL THE KEYS ARE NOW IDENTIFIED,

IS IT NOT POSSIBLE THAT SHE DID THE OPPOSITE?

SHE ROSE AND SHE OPENED THE DOOR TO HER MURDERER

SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE RECOGNIZED HIM...

OR HER?

ALL RIGHT, I AGREE WITH MRS. OLIVER.

THE MURDERER MUST HAVE KNOWN

ABOUT THE MURDER HUNT.

EXCUSE ME.

I THINK I'LL GO AND SEE

IF HATTIE'S RETURNED TO HER ROOM.

SHE'S NOT IN HER ROOM.

SHE'S OBVIOUSLY AVOIDING EDDIE SOUTH.

THAT'S WHAT I SAID.

WE ONLY HAVE HER WORD FOR THE FACT

THAT SHE WAS FRIGHTENED OF EDDIE SOUTH.

HOW DO WE KNOW SHE'S TELLING THE TRUTH?

WOMEN OFTEN SAY THINGS THEY DON'T MEAN.

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

I DON'T WISH TO DISCUSS IT. AHEM.

BETWEEN 4:00 AND 4:30?

THAT WAS MY BREAK FROM FORTUNE-TELLING.

I HAD TEA.

IN THE TEA TENT?

YES, CERTAINLY.

WAS MRS. FOLLIAT THERE?

UH...NO.

Bland: MR. LEGGE...

WHERE WERE YOU?

WELL, THAT WAS ABOUT THE TIME

I RETURNED TO OUR COTTAGE.

I STAYED THERE UNTIL I WAS SENT FOR.

YOU WERE ILL, OF COURSE.

WELL, I WAS SICK... SICK AND TIRED.

Oliver: MICHAEL WEYMAN

DOES HIS ARCHITECT WORK HERE.

Poirot: HASTINGS...

WELL, POIROT, DON'T YOU WANT TO HEAR

WHAT MICHAEL WEYMAN HAS TO SAY?

HE SEEMS TO ME TO BE A BIT--

YES, BUT I'D RATHER HEAR WHAT MRS. FOLLIAT HAS TO SAY

BEFORE THE POLICE HAVE A CRACK AT HER.

WHERE WERE YOU

BETWEEN 4:00 AND 4:30?

THAT WHEN SHE GOT IT?

GO ON.

HOW DO YOU PIN IT DOWN SO EXACTLY?

ABOUT 4:00, LADY STUBBS ASKED MISS BREWIS HERE

TO TAKE DOWN A TRAY OF REFRESHMENTS

TO MARLENE TUCKER. THE DEAD BODY--

I DON'T BELIEVE IT FOR A MINUTE.

Bland: WHAT DON'T YOU BELIEVE?

YOU CLAIM DEAR HATTIE SENT YOU

ON AN ERRAND FOR SOMEONE ELSE?

SHE DID.

NEVER! TOTALLY OUT OF CHARACTER.

HATTIE IS A GIRL

COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH HERSELF.

SHE WOULDN'T THINK OF SENDING COUGH DROPS TO CAMILLE.

OH! OH, HI.

MAY WE COME IN?

OH, YES, YES. I EXPECT YOU'VE COME

TO TALK ABOUT THE TRAGEDY.

THAT POOR, POOR GIRL.

YOU SAID ONLY YESTERDAY

THAT IT'S A VERY WICKED WORLD.

BUT I NEVER THOUGHT

ANYTHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN.

MAY I OFFER YOU TEA?

I'LL PUT THE KETTLE TO BOIL.

OH, NO, NO. WE CAN ONLY STAY A MOMENT.

CAN YOU PROVE WHERE YOU WERE ALL AFTERNOON?

NO, I CAN'T PROVE WHERE I WAS

ALL AFTERNOON. I KNOCKED ABOUT A BIT,

WATCHED THE TOURISTS BEHAVE LIKE TOURISTS,

CHATTED UP THE FILM STAR.

NOW, THERE'S A PIECE OF WORK.

DID YOU ALSO HAPPEN TO CHAT UP LADY STUBBS?

NO CHANCE. PARADING AROUND

LIKE A DEPARTMENT STORE MANNEQUIN.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW LADY STUBBS?

I DON'T KNOW.

3:30, I GUESS. WHY?

THAT WAS ABOUT THE LAST TIME ANYONE SAW HER.

SHE SEEMS TO HAVE VANISHED.

VANISHED? HA HA HA HA HA!

OH, WONDERFUL.

YOU FIND IT AMUSING

THAT LADY STUBBS IS MISSING?

OH, HATTIE PLAYS THE HELPLESS INGENUE.

BUT SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S DOING.

I CAN VOUCH FOR THAT.

CAN YOU?

I THINK MRS. FOLLIAT

TAUGHT HER A LOT,

EVEN INTRODUCED HER TO SIR GEORGE.

DID YOU KNOW THAT?

MRS. FOLLIAT MAY NOT BE MISTRESS

OF THE MANOR ANYMORE,

BUT SHE COULD TEACH

SURVIVAL SKILLS TO THE MARINES.

Hastings: NO FAMILY PORTRAITS, MRS. FOLLIAT?

WHEN ONE HAS LOST A FAMILY,

PORTRAITS ARE ONLY MEMORY,

AND MEMORY IS LIKE DEAD WOOD.

IT MUST BE CUT AWAY IF ONE IS TO GO ON.

THEY TELL ME YOU LOST BOTH YOUR SONS.

YES...HENRY, THROUGH AN ILLNESS,

JAMIE...MY YOUNGER...

DIED IN THE ARMY.

MY HUSBAND'S TRAGEDY WAS THAT HE LIVED TOO LONG,

LETTING THE FAMILY WEALTH

TRICKLE THROUGH HIS FINGERS.

DID YOU KNOW THAT LADY STUBBS IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND?

DON'T SPEAK TO ME OF HATTIE.

I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT HER.

AND YET ONLY THIS MORNING,

SHE ALSO WAS TALKING ABOUT WICKEDNESS.

SHE WAS REFERRING, OF COURSE,

TO THE YOUNG AMERICAN ON HIS YACHT.

THERE SEEMS TO BE WICKEDNESS

EVERYWHERE SUDDENLY. WHAT A COINCIDENCE.

FOR HATTIE, THERE ARE NO SHADINGS,

ONLY BLACK AND WHITE... GOOD AND EVIL.

LIKE A CHILD.

CHILDREN ARE ERRATIC, OR SO I'M TOLD.

I DO NOT HAVE THE PRIVILEGE

OF KNOWING MANY PERSONALLY.

BUT A CHILD CAN BE DOCILE AT ONE MOMENT

AND THE NEXT MOMENT HAVE A TEMPER TANTRUM.

AND IF YOU GET AN ADULT WITH CHILDISH CHARACTERISTICS,

THIS TANTRUM CAN BECOME A RAGE SO VIOLENT

THAT HE OR SHE...

CAN...KILL.

HATTIE WAS NEVER LIKE THAT.

I WON'T ALLOW YOU

TO SAY SUCH THINGS ABOUT HER.

SHE WAS A GENTLE, WARM-HEARTED GIRL.

MY HATTIE WOULD NEVER KILL ANYONE.

Bland, knocking: SORRY TO DISTURB.

DETECTIVE INSPECTOR BLAND.

MIGHT I HAVE A FEW WORDS WITH YOU?

YES. DO COME IN,

ALL OF YOU.

Folliat: WHERE WAS I BETWEEN 4:00 AND 4:30?

OH, THAT WAS TEA TIME.

I WAS HELPING SERVE IN THE TEA TENT.

DID YOU HAPPEN TO NOTICE WITHIN THE--

I'M SO SORRY. IT'S YOUR--

NO, NO, PLEASE.

THAT WAS RUDE. HA HA!

FEEL FREE.

REALLY?

AVEC PLAISIR.

OH? HEH HEH.

DID YOU NOTICE MRS. LEGGE IN THE TENT?

UM, NO, I DON'T THINK I DID.

COULD YOU HAVE MISSED HER?

OH, NO. NO, I MADE A POINT

OF GOING 'ROUND TO GREET EVERYONE.

OF COURSE, MISS BREWIS SAID THAT LADY STUBBS TOLD HER

TO TAKE THE REFRESHMENTS DOWN TO MARLENE.

MICHAEL WEYMAN CONTENDS THAT

IT IS UNLIKELY. I AGREE WITH HIM.

MRS. LEGGE SAID THAT SHE WAS HAVING TEA

BETWEEN 4:00 AND 4:30.

AND MRS. FOLLIAT SAYS SHE WASN'T.

SIR GEORGE WAS DOING HIS LAPS.

NO ONE SAW HIM DO THEM.

AND THAT OLD MAN COULD HAVE SEEN

EDDIE SOUTH GETTING OFF HIS BOAT.

YOU HAVEN'T INTERROGATED HIM.

I SHALL DO SO IN THE MORNING.

ALEC LEGGE HAS NO ALIBI FOR THE TIME IN QUESTION.

NOR HAS MICHAEL WEYMAN.

THIS IS ALL SO FASCINATING.

AND YOU GET TO DO IT EVERY DAY.

HMM.

WELL, LITTLE MAN, ANY CONCLUSIONS?

YES. QUITE A FEW CONCLUSIONS.

WELL, WHO DO YOU THINK

OUR MURDERER WAS, THEN?

THE MURDERER OF MARLENE...

OR LADY STUBBS?

LADY STUBBS! YOU DON'T THINK

SHE'S BEEN KILLED?

YES, I DO THINK SHE'S BEEN KILLED.

I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY.

BECAUSE MRS. FOLLIAT THINKS SHE'S BEEN KILLED.

SHE NEVER SAID THAT.

WHATEVER MRS. FOLLIAT THINKS OR SAYS

OR PRETENDS TO THINK,

SHE BELIEVES THAT HATTIE HAS BEEN KILLED.

MRS. FOLLIAT KNOWS MORE THAN WE DO.

YOU KNOW, THIS WHOLE THING IS INCREDIBLE.

MARLENE...THEN HATTIE DISAPPEARING.

WHY WOULD SHE RUN AWAY?

DAMNED PLEASED WITH HER NEW RING.

GOT ALL DOLLED UP FOR THE FAIR.

BELIEVE ME, YOU NEVER KNOW

WHAT FOOL THINGS WOMEN CAN DO.

ONE CAN NEVER KNOW.

SORRY.

SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.

AMANDA, PUT A NOTICE IN THE NEWSPAPERS FOR HER.

SHE NEVER READS THE NEWSPAPERS.

I COULD PUT AN ADVERTISEMENT IN VOGUE.

THAT MIGHT CATCH HER EYE.

ANYTHING, ANYTHING.

I'M GOING TO PHONE BLAND.

MEN ARE SUCH FOOLS.

WHY SHOULD YOU MAKE

SUCH AN OBSERVATION, MADEMOISELLE?

MOST OF THE TIME THEY'RE QUITE SHREWD,

THEN THEY GO OFF AND MARRY THE WRONG WOMAN.

OH, I SEE,

YOU MEAN LADY STUBBS WAS--IS THE WRONG WOMAN?

TOTALLY.

SHE MAKES A FOOL OF HIM AND MICHAEL WEYMAN.

OLD MR. WEYMAN WOULD BE IN SORRY SHAPE

IF HE DIDN'T HAVE ANOTHER KETTLE TO BOIL.

TO WHAT KETTLE ARE YOU REFERRING?

SALLY LEGGE.

SHE WAS THE ONE WHO RECOMMENDED HIM

TO SIR GEORGE AS ARCHITECT.

SHE AND MR. WEYMAN

KNEW EACH OTHER IN CHELSEA.

SHE WAS AN ASPIRING ARTIST--

BEFORE SHE WAS MARRIED, OF COURSE, BUT--

I DON'T LIKE TO GOSSIP.

BUT AS TO SIR GEORGE--

WITH THE PROPER WIFE AT HIS SIDE,

OH, HE COULD ACHIEVE WONDERFUL THINGS...

IN POLITICS, BUSINESS.

HIS ABILITIES AND POTENTIAL

ARE BEING SMOTHERED BY THAT--

WILL YOU EXCUSE ME?

I HAVE MY DUTIES TO PERFORM.

MR. POIROT!

WHERE ARE YOU?

OH! HA HA!

OH, YEAH. YOU AND I HAVE TO TALK.

I'M COMING RIGHT DOWN.

POIROT, I'D WAGER

YOU'RE A WINE CONNOISSEUR.

OH, IN MY SMALL WAY.

MAY I SHOW YOU THE CELLAR?

I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU PRIVATELY.

OH, IN THAT CASE, THE CELLAR.

OH, SALLY!

GOOD MORNING.

MR. WEYMAN!

WELL, HE CAN'T THINK THINGS ARE NORMAL NOW.

OH!

I LAID DOWN A FEW BOTTLES

ABOUT A YEAR AGO.

AS AN INVESTMENT, OF COURSE.

IT'S ALL GRAPE JUICE TO ME.

OH! YOU MUSTN'T DO THAT...PLEASE.

YOU KNOW, EVERY WINE, EVEN A SMALL WINE,

HAS ITS OWN PERSONALITY WITH ITS OWN SECRET PAST

AND ITS OWN PROMISES OF PLEASURE IN THE FUTURE.

AND SO, THOSE OF US WHO HAVE BEEN WITNESSES OF DEATH,

AS WE HAVE,

FOR THEM, THIS IS A MANIFESTATION OF LIFE.

WHAT IS IT? LET'S--

LYNCH BAGES! 1944!

OH! YOU KNOW THAT

WHEN THESE GRAPES WERE BEING PICKED,

THE BATTLE WAS RAGING

ALL THE WAY ROUND THE VINEYARD.

BUT PICKED THEY WERE! THAT'S LIFE!

AND NOW AFTER THE BATTLEFIELD AND ALL THAT IS FORGOTTEN,

THESE GRAPES HAVE TURNED INTO JUICE

AND ARE QUIETLY IN THE BOTTLE,

DEVELOPING STRENGTH AND CHARACTER AND SUBTLETY...

LIFE.

I'LL GIVE YOU EVERY BOTTLE OF THIS STUFF

IF YOU'LL FIND MY WIFE.

I THINK YOU SHOULD BEGIN TO CONSIDER THE FACT

THAT PERHAPS THE UNFORTUNATE LADY STUBBS...

WELL...

NO!

HATTIE'S ALIVE.

I WANT YOUTO FIND HER.

WHY DON'T YOU EXPRESS

YOUR CONVICTION TO BLAND?

I HAVE. HE'S AN IDIOT.

PLEASE...FIND HER.

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

WE MEET AGAIN.

I AM THE RHYTHM BREAKER, REMEMBER?

OH, YES.

DROST UICHIT,

OR SOMETHING OF A KIND.

YOU ARE AT THE HOSTEL?

HOSTEL, YES.

IN THAT CASE, YOU'RE TRESPASSING.

YES. TRESPASSING.

YES, YOU WILL HAVE TO GO BACK.

GO BACK. YES, I GO BACK.

DO SVIDANIYA,

AM I RIGHT? HA HA!

MM-MMM.

OH! MR. POIROT! I DIDN'T HEAR YOU.

YOU HAVE LOST SOMETHING, PERHAPS?

UM, NO, NO, NOT EXACTLY.

NO? IN THAT CASE,

IT MUST BE A SECRET RENDEZVOUS.

I REALLY THINK YOU OUGHT TO

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

OH, I CAN'T.

YOU KNOW, I'VE TRIED SO HARD.

IS YOUR HUSBAND THE JEALOUS TYPE?

HA! NOT EVEN CLOSE.

DO YOU KNOW, I THINK I COULD WALK

THROUGH THAT FAIR STARK NAKED

AND HE WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE.

OH, THAT I'D HAVE TO SEE TO BELIEVE.

ARE YOU MARRIED, MR. POIROT?

NO, I AM THE CAREFREE BACHELOR.

VERY WISE.

MARRIAGE CAN BE A BIG MISTAKE.

YOU WISH YOU WERE STILL THE BOHEMIAN ARTIST

FROM CHELSEA?

YOU SEEM TO KNOW ALL ABOUT ME!

I KEEP MY EAR OPEN.

SOMETHING'S TROUBLING ALEC.

HE JUST WON'T LOOSEN UP.

AT FIRST I TRIED SYMPATHY,

AND...WELL, NOW I'M TRYING OTHER THINGS.

BUT HE WON'T EVEN TALK TO ME!

I THOUGHT FOR A WHILE IT WAS ANOTHER WOMAN.

I AM THE JEALOUS TYPE.

DID YOU ENJOY YOUR TEA YESTERDAY?

TEA?

YES.

THE FORTUNE-TELLING

WAS TERRIBLY TRYING, THOUGH.

COULD IT BE THIS THAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR?

OH, YES! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR DAYS.

FOR DAYS? I SAW IT ON YOUR WRIST

WHEN YOU WERE TELLING MY FORTUNE YESTERDAY.

AH...YES, I ONLY NOTICED

THAT IT WAS MISSING THIS MORNING.

ANYWAY, THANK YOU. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

AND NOW, THE LOVER.

OH, NO.

OH, I WAS EXPECTING SOMEONE ELSE.

WHO DID YOU EXPECT?

OH, BUT THE YOUNG MAN YOU WERE EXPECTING,

HE'S GONE BACK TO THE YOUTH HOSTEL.

HE IS RUSSIAN, ISN'T HE,

OR BULGARIAN AT A PINCH?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

WHAT DO I MEAN? NOTHING.

THE MAN'S GONE BACK TO THE YOUTH HOSTEL.

YOU ARE DOWN HERE TO SPY ON ME, AREN'T YOU?

WELL, I'M NOT GONNA TELL THEM WHAT THEY WANT,

WHETHER YOU BELIEVE ME OR NOT.

BUT I--I CAN'T PROVE IT,

SO YOU GO RIGHT AHEAD--

YOU TURN ME IN.

THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE PAID FOR, ISN'T IT?

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ANYWAY.

MON DIEU! IT'S RUSH HOUR.

POIROT! HELLO!

POIROT, COME HERE!

THEY'VE FOUND SOMETHING IN THE RIVER!

WHAT?! WAIT FOR ME!

WAIT FOR ME!

WAIT FOR ME!

INSPECTOR...

WE FOUND A WOMAN'S HAT, OR WHAT'S LEFT OF IT.

THIS IS HATTIE'S.

SHE WAS WEARING IT YESTERDAY.

OH, YES, I RECOGNIZE IT.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

THEY FOUND MY WIFE'S HAT IN THE RIVER.

INSPECTOR,

DIVERS DOWNSTREAM JUST FOUND A BODY.

THEY'RE BRINGING IT IN.

[STEAM WHISTLE BLOWS]

Hastings: POIROT! POIROT!

I GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU.

LOOK. HMM?

OBJECT OF THE EXERCISE...

NASSE HOUSE MURDERS, SOLUTION OF.

NOW, HERE WE HAVE AMANDA BREWIS.

DID SHE KILL MARLENE TUCKER?

EDDIE SOUTH. DID HE DROWN OLD MARDELL?

SIR GEORGE STUBBS.

DID HE KILL LADY STUBBS?

I THINK WE SHOULD ASSUME THAT SHE'S STILL ALIVE,

SO I'M GONNA PIN HER UP HERE.

ANY OBJECTIONS?

NO. GOOD-BYE, LADY STUBBS. HEH HEH.

DO YOU AGREE WITH ME SO FAR?

SO FAR? OH, YES.

NOW, YOU'LL SEE THAT I PUT THE LEGGES--

I GROUPED THEM WITH MICHAEL WEYMAN.

NOW, HERE'S THE FOREIGN YOUNG MAN.

HERE WE HAVE, UM...

OH, ARIADNE OLIVER.

WELL, I DON'T THINK SHE'S A SUSPECT.

OH, NO.

OH, DO BE CAREFUL THERE. OOH, THAT COULD BE...

OOOH!

[CHUCKLES]

POIROT! I'M SORRY,

BUT YOU'RE BEGINNING TO GET ON MY NERVES.

I MEAN, JUST BECAUSE

YOU NEVER WRITE ANYTHING DOWN

DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU'RE SUPERIOR

OR THAT I'M LESS EFFICIENT.

I MEAN, HERE I AM, I MEAN, I'VE GOT

ALL THESE FACTS MARSHALED,

AND YOU JUST SIT THERE--

MY POOR HASTINGS, THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO

IS TO HURT YOUR FEELINGS,

BUT YOU MUST REALIZE SOONER OR LATER,

THERE IS A CONSIDERABLE DIFFERENCE

BETWEEN MILITARY INTELLIGENCE AND, UH...NORMAL INTELLIGENCE.

RATHER THAN SURRENDER TO UNPLEASANTNESS,

LET US JOIN FORCES ONCE MORE.

TELL ME WHERE, IN YOUR SCHEME OF THINGS,

YOU PLACE MRS. FOLLIAT?

MRS. FOLLIAT?

YES, I'VE RACKED MY BRAINS,

AND I CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME

THINK WHERE TO PUT MRS. FOLLIAT.

YOU SEE, WE ARRIVE AT THE SAME CONCLUSION--

YOU BY A RATHER CUMBERSOME METHOD,

AND I BY SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE...

DIFFERENT ONES.

LET US BURY THE HATCHET

AND GO TOGETHER AND TAKE MRS. FOLLIAT BY SURPRISE.

WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT?

Hastings: VERY GOOD.

AH.

GENTLEMEN,

IF YOU'VE COME TO SEE SIR GEORGE--

AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE HAVE COME TO SEE YOU.

OH. WELL...

IN THAT CASE, YOU MUST ALLOW ME

TO OFFER YOU TEA THIS TIME.

OH.

OH.

LOOK HOW MY HAND SHAKES.

I'M VERY TIRED.

Hastings: GUNNERS. ROYAL ARTILLERY.

YOUR HUSBAND?

THE FAMILY REGIMENT.

I SHALL BE NOT ONLY READY,

BUT VERY THANKFUL

WHEN MY TIME COMES, MONSIEUR POIROT.

SURELY YOU EXAGGERATE. HEH HEH.

THE DEATHS HERE HAVE UPSET ME GREATLY.

I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT.

BUT IT'S STRANGE THAT YOU WHO HAVE LOST A HUSBAND,

2 SONS, YOUR HOME...

SUDDENLY GO TO PIECES

BECAUSE A COUPLE OF RELATIVE STRANGERS ARE KILLED?

I'M OLDER NOW.

MRS. FOLLIAT, YOU KNOW WHO KILLED MARLENE TUCKER,

AND YOU KNOW WHY.

YOU KNOW IF OLD MARDELL WAS MURDERED AND BY WHOM,

AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HATTIE STUBBS.

YOU ARE MISTAKEN, MONSIEUR POIROT.

OH? BUT YOU MUST HAVE A GUESS IN YOU

LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE.

MAY WE HAVE THE BENEFIT OF THOSE GUESSES?

MRS. FOLLIAT, WHO DID THESE AWFUL THINGS?

I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY.

I'VE GIVEN UP.

NOTHING CAN BE DONE. IT'S ALL OVER.

WELL, I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP, MRS. FOLLIAT.

AND I WILL NOT GIVE UP.

HERCULE POIROT NEVER GIVES UP.

HELLO.

IT'S 2 MEN, MUM.

WE DON'T WANT ANY.

SORRY.

WE DON'T WANT TO DISTURB YOU.

MY NAME IS POIROT.

WE MET BEFORE AT NASSE HOUSE

ON THE DAY OF YOUR TRAGEDY.

WE, UH--MAY WE COME IN? THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

MRS. TUCKER,

COULD YOUR DAUGHTER HAVE KNOWN HER ASSAILANT?

MARLENE DIDN'T KNOW ANY HOMICIDAL MANIACS.

OF COURSE NOT,

BUT IT'S DIFFICULT TO IDENTIFY

HOMICIDAL MANIACS BEFORE THEY STRIKE.

I MEAN, WAS THERE SOMEONE

WHO WAS NICE TO HER,

WHO GAVE HER PRESENTS?

OH, THAT'S MRS. LEGGE,

BUT SHE WASN'T A HOMICIDAL MANIAC.

MRS. LEGGE GAVE HER PRESENTS?

YES. ALL THAT TERRIBLE MAKEUP--

LIPSTICK, EYE SHADOW, ALL THAT.

OF COURSE I DIDN'T APPROVE,

BUT THEN I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS A HOMICIDAL MANIAC.

MRS. LEGGE DIDN'T MURDER MY DAUGHTER, DID SHE?

[DISH DROPS]

YES, WELL, THINGS DON'T COME SINGLY, THEY SAY.

FIRST MARLENE,

AND THEN MY FATHER RIGHT AFTER.

DROWNED DOWN THE FERRY LANDING.

IT'S A WONDER IT DIDN'T COME SOONER.

HE WAS KNOWN TO TAKE A FEW DRINKS TOO MANY SOMETIMES.

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT MARD--

THAT MR. MARDELL WAS YOUR FATHER?

THAT HE WAS MARLENE'S GRANDFATHER?

YES.

CAN YOU REMEMBER A LITTLE TUNE

HE USED TO SING? SOMETHING LIKE,

♪ THERE'LL ALWAYS BE A FOLLIAT AT NASSE ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT ♪

♪ FOLLY, FOLLY, FOLLY, OH ♪

♪ ALWAYS A FOLLIAT AT NASSE, LASS ♪

THANK YOU BOTH SO VERY MUCH, AND, UH,

I'M SO SOR--WE ARE SO SORRY FOR WHAT HAPPENED.

DON'T BOTHER TO SEE US OUT.

THANK YOU.

QUICK.

WAIT.

NOBODY GIVE MARLENE THE MAKEUP.

SHE BOUGHT IT. LOTS MORE, TOO,

THAT MUM NEVER FOUND.

WHERE DID SHE FIND THE MONEY

TO BUY SUCH THINGS?

WELL, SEE, GRANDPA MARDELL TOLD HER SOMETHING,

THAT SOMEBODY WAS PAYING HER NOT TO PASS IT ON.

SHE'D NEVER TELL ME WHAT OR WHO.

SEE, MARLENE DIDN'T REALLY LIKE ME.

SHE MAY HAVE SAVED YOUR LIFE.

REMEMBER THAT.

WE WILL GO BACK TO LONDON.

AH.

WHERE YOU WILL USE YOUR INFLUENCE

ON YOUR OLD FRIENDS

AT THE SECRET SERVICE

TO MAKE AVAILABLE TO US CERTAIN INFORMATION

FROM THE MILITARY ARCHIVES.

IF WHAT I SUSPECT IS TRUE,

IT WILL BE TIME TO SUMMON WHO?

THE PRINCIPALS.

GOOD MORNING, CAPTAIN HASTINGS.

GOOD MORNING, MR. POIROT.

GOOD MORNING, MISS OLIVER.

EVERYBODY IS HERE,

INCLUDING INSPECTOR BLAND.

HE'S WAITING INSIDE. WHO DID IT?

DO YOU KNOW THE MURDERER?

I WAS RELYING ON YOUR INTUITION.

OH, NO, NO.

I ONLY HAVE IMPRESSIONS,

NOTHING YOU CAN PUT YOUR FINGER ON.

I DON'T LIKE MICHAEL WEYMAN.

OH, NEITHER DO I.

AND SALLY AND ALEC LEGGE

ARE DRIFTING FURTHER AND FURTHER APART.

I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT.

MISS BREWIS HARDLY EVER LEAVES

SIR GEORGE'S SIDE NOW.

NOW, THAT DOESN'T SURPRISE ME A BIT.

MRS. FOLLIAT JUST WANDERS AROUND

WITH HER PRUNING SHEARS,

CLIPPING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.

HASTINGS.

SHALL I COME WITH YOU?

YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, HASTINGS.

CAPITO?

OH, YES! RIGHT-O! YES!

WELL, WHAT DID YOU COME UP WITH?

I'M DYING TO KNOW!

SO AM I.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

GOOD MORNING.

CAPTAIN HASTINGS WILL JOIN US PRESENTLY.

FIRST OF ALL, I WANT TO THANK INSPECTOR BLAND

FOR HIS COURTESY-- HA HA--

AND I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU ALL A FEW QUESTIONS.

MRS. OLIVER,

I WOULD LIKE TO DIRECT MY FIRST QUESTION AT YOU.

OH, DON'T BE ALARMED.

NOBODY HERE SHOULD BE ALARMED BY THE QUESTIONS...

ONLY BY THE ANSWERS.

MRS. OLIVER,

HAVE YOU EVER MET A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST?

NO. NO. I DON'T THINK SO.

AND YET YOU MADE A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST

ONE OF YOUR SUSPECTS IN YOUR MURDER HUNT.

WELL, LAST CHRISTMAS, I BOUGHT PRESENTS

FOR MY 2 NEPHEWS,

AND EVERYTHING IS NUCLEAR.

I GUESS THAT'S WHERE I GOT THE IDEA.

AND THEN, I FOUND THAT IF I NEEDED

ANY TECHNICAL ADVICE,

I COULD ALWAYS ASK MR. LEGGE.

YOU'RE SOME SORT OF SCIENTIST,

AREN'T YOU, MR. LEGGE?

MR. LEGGE?

YES... I'M A NUCLEAR PHYSICIST.

OH...THEN I DO KNOW A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST!

THAT'S AMAZING!

AND YET HIS WIFE IS NOT YUGOSLAV.

WELL, I NEEDED THAT FOREIGN MENACE, YOU KNOW.

AND I USED TO SEE THOSE YOUTH HOSTEL GIRLS

CROSSING THE PROPERTY, TALKING WITH FOREIGN ACCENTS,

SO I CAME UP WITH A YUGOSLAVIAN WIFE.

YES, WHEREAS MRS. LEGGE IS THE OPPOSITE.

SHE IS BRITISH AND...

AND DEEPLY UNHAPPY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.

WHY DON'T YOU DROP THE ACT, SALLY?

SHE'S LEAVING ME,

NOT THAT I GIVE A DAMN.

YOU'RE GOING TO SHOP ME

BEFORE I HAVE A CHANCE TO CLEAR MYSELF.

IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER, DOES IT?

ALEC, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

PERHAPS I MAY CAST SOME LIGHT ON THIS.

IT'S--MR. LEGGE, WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER,

PERHAPS IN HIS UNIVERSITY YEARS,

BECAME DEEPLY IMPRESSED BY CERTAIN ASPECTS OF...

MARXIST PHILOSOPHY,

AND THEN HE BECAME A REPUTABLE SCIENTIST,

AND FOREIGN AGENTS BEGAN TO WORK ON HIM,

HOPING TO FORCE HIM TO GIVE AWAY SECRETS

AND THREATENING TO REVEAL HIS FORMER POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS.

AND NATURALLY-- WHO CAN BLAME HIM--

HE SUFFERED A SEVERE DEPRESSION.

YES, I DIDN'T WANT TO THROW AWAY

EVERYTHING I'D WORKED FOR,

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I COULDN'T JUST HAND OVER

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION.

ONE OF THEIR PEOPLE FOLLOWED ME HERE.

HE WAS AT THE FAIR.

WELL, THAT WAS WHEN I FINALLY

BUCKED UP THE COURAGE TO TELL HIM

THAT THERE COULD BE NO DEAL.

ALEC, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?

BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO INVOLVE YOU, SALLY.

BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE REJECTING ME.

I THOUGHT YOU'D GIVEN UP ON US.

OH, DON'T BE RIDICULOUS!

I WAS JUST USING MICHAEL

TO MAKE YOU JEALOUS.

USING?

OH, ALEC, I DO LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU, TOO, SALLY.

THIS IS ALL VERY TOUCHING,

BUT WHAT HAS IT GOT TO DO WITH THE MURDERS?

DOESN'T IT WARM AT LEAST ONE COCKLE OF YOUR HEART?

I DON'T KNOW, DURING THE ABC MURDERS,

YOU WERE MUCH MORE...

YES, YOU WERE.

MY QUESTION WAS ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

TO DO WITH THE MURDER.

IT STARTED WITH MY QUESTION TO MRS. OLIVER.

SHE EMBODIES ALL THAT IS GOOD AND THAT IS--

PARDON ME-- BAD, WITH INSTINCT.

GOOD, IT IS SOMETHING QUITE UNCANNY AT TIMES.

SOMETHING I CAN'T EXPLAIN. AND NOR CAN ANYONE.

SOMETIMES IT'S EXCESSIVE AND STUPID.

IT WAS GOOD WITH MR. LEGGE

BECAUSE SHE KNEW INSTINCTIVELY THAT HE WAS A NUCLEAR SCIENTIST.

IT WAS LESS GOOD WITH THE YUGOSLAV WIFE,

WHICH IS--HA HA-- STUPID--FORGIVE ME.

AND YOU IRRITATED ME SO VERY MUCH. VERY MUCH.

OH, I-- I'M SORRY--

YES, YES, BUT IT--

BUT ONLY UNTIL THE MOMENT THAT I REALIZED

YOU HAD GIFTS WHICH ARE DENIED TO ME...

CHAUVINIST COCHON THAT I AM.

OH, NO, MR. POIROT.

OH, YES! YES!

YOU SEE, IT WAS WHEN HER VIBRATIONS

BEGAN TO TELL US ALL

THAT SOMETHING ABNORMAL HAD OCCURRED HERE

THAT I EVENTUALLY SENT HASTINGS

BACK TO HIS FRIENDS IN THE SECRET SERVICE

AND TO USE HIS CONNECTIONS THERE

TO FIND SOME MILITARY ARCHIVES

WHICH INTERESTED ME PARTICULARLY,

THOSE OF LIEUTENANT JAMES FOLLIAT.

I'M SORRY, MADAME, TO CAUSE YOU SUCH PAIN,

BUT THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS

THAT NOT BOTH OF YOUR SONS ARE DEAD.

ONE OF THEM, JAMIE, YOUR FAVORITE,

IS STILL ALIVE.

HE JOINED THE ARMY AND WAS RELEASED FROM IT

UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES WHICH ARE, AT LEAST,

SHROUDED IN MYSTERY,

HER MAJESTY HAVING NO NEED FOR HIS SERVICES.

THOSE ARE THE ARCHIVES IN CASE IT INTERESTS ANYONE.

SIR GEORGE.

WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

ARE YOU JAMES FOLLIAT?

I SEE NO POINT IN DENYING IT, UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.

WELL, THEN, MR.FOLLIAT,

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO FOR 20 YEARS?

[SOBBING]

MOTHER, DO BE QUIET.

YOUNG JAMES FOUND HIMSELF

TO BE INCOMPATIBLE WITH ARMY LIFE.

IT WAS YOUR FAULT, MY DEAR.

YOU SPOILED HIM.

JAMES WAS SUCH A SWEET LITTLE BOY.

I COULD DENY HIM NOTHING.

THERE. WELL, UH, WHAT HAPPENED

BETWEEN HIS LEAVING THE ARMY

AND MARRYING HATTIE FRIMPLE IS ANYBODY'S GUESS,

AND WHO BETTER THAN THE GREATEST GUESSER OF US ALL?

OK. HE'S ON THE RUN,

ONE DISGUISE AFTER ANOTHER,

TO KEEP AHEAD OF THE COPS.

HIS FATHER DIES.

HIS MOTHER IS DESTITUTE.

AND NASSE HOUSE IS LOST TO DEATH DUTIES,

AND JAMES FOLLIAT CAN'T DO ONE THING ABOUT IT.

AND THEN--

UNTIL--UNTIL--UNTIL, PLEASE.

UNTIL HIS MOTHER INTRODUCES HIM TO HATTIE FRIMPLE

AND HIDES FROM ANYBODY THE KNOWLEDGE

THAT HE IS NOT DEAD AT ALL,

BUT HAS MERELY CHANGED HIS IDENTITY

AND, AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, HIS APPEARANCE. YOU SEE--

RIGHT! SO SIR GEORGE STUBBS

CHARMS THE NAIVE, BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG, RICH AMERICAN GIRL.

HE BUYS BACK NASSE HOUSE WITH HER MONEY

AND BRINGS HER HERE TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

THANK YOU, MRS. OLIVER--

BUT THEN, A LETTER ARRIVES

FROM A BOY THAT HATTIE USED TO KNOW.

SHE'S TERRIFIED OF HIM.

SHE TRIES TO HIDE FROM HIM, BUT EDDIE SOUTH FINDS HER,

DRAGS HER ONTO HIS BOAT,

MURDERS HER, AND DUMPS HER BODY IN THE RIVER.

WAIT A MINUTE!

I NEVER MURDERED ANYBODY!

MY WIFE IS NOT DEAD.

THAT IS ALSO THE TRUTH.

WHERE IS SHE, THEN?

[CHUCKLES]

Hastings: AS MUCH AS I ABHOR PHYSICAL INTIMIDATION,

SHE WOULDN'T COME OF HER OWN VOLITION.

MAY I PRESENT...

LADY STUBBS.

THAT'S NOT HATTIE.

YES, IT IS.

NO, IT ISN'T.

OH, YES, IT IS.

WELL, IS IT OR ISN'T IT?

NO, IT ISN'T,

AND YET IT'S DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN.

YOU SEE, JAMES FOLLIAT,

ALIAS SIR GEORGE STUBBS,

DID MARRY A HATTIE--

HATTIE FRIMPLE--

IN AMERICA.

SHE WAS AN HEIRESS.

AND HER INHERITANCE RESTORED

THE FOLLIAT FORTUNE AND THIS HOUSE

TO ITS FORMER GLORY.

BUT THE POOR GIRL DIDN'T ENJOY VERY MUCH

OF HER NEWFOUND HAPPINESS

BECAUSE THIS MAN,

REPAYING HER AS ONLY HE COULD...

KILLED HER.

YOU!

[GASPING AND CHOKING]

WHAT PROOF HAVE YOU GOT, POIROT?

THE PROOF...

THE PROOF I BELIEVE TO LIE UNDER THE FOLLY.

THAT NIGHT WAS A FAMOUS ONE LOCALLY.

A TERRIBLE STORM, TREES WERE UPROOTED,

AND INTO THE HOLE PRODUCED

BY ONE OF THESE FALLEN TREES,

THIS MAN...

BURIED HATTIE FRIMPLE.

BUT TRYING TO REGAIN HIS COTTAGE

IN THE STORM CAME OLD MARDELL.

HE SAW WHAT WAS HAPPENING.

HE WAS HORRIFIED.

HE RAN AWAY.

AND WHAT WAS LEFT OF HIS POOR MIND

WAS PERMANENTLY AFFECTED.

IN A SHORT TIME, THE FOLLY WAS BUILT...

OVER THE BODY OF THE DEAD WOMAN.

AND THIS LADY...

TOOK THE PLACE OF HATTIE FRIMPLE.

SHE BECAME JUST HATTIE STUBBS.

I SHALL NEED A WARRANT FOR SOME EXCAVATIONS

ON THIS PROPERTY.

MONSIEUR POIROT...

THERE IS ONLY ONE REAL CRIMINAL IN THIS ROOM,

AND HER NAME IS BERNICE RADFORD.

SHE KILLED MARLENE IN THE BOATHOUSE.

YOU'D DO ANYTHING TO SAVE YOUR HIDE, WOULDN'T YOU?

SHE ALSO DROWNED MARDELL IN THE RIVER!

YOU'RE NOT GONNA LAY ALL THIS ON ME.

HE KILLED THE OLD MAN.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU'D FOLD.

YOUR OLD LADY'S GOT ALL THE GUTS

IN YOUR FAMILY.

I DIDN'T KNOW JAMIE WAS MARRIED TO HER

WHEN I INTRODUCED HATTIE TO HIM.

I HOPED WE COULD COME HERE, BACK HOME,

AND I COULD TAKE CARE OF THEM...

LOOK AFTER HATTIE AND MY SON.

INSTEAD YOU ALLOWED A MURDER TO GO UNREPORTED.

I WANTED TO SAY...

BUT I COULDN'T.

I COULDN'T.

JAMIE IS MY SON.

OH, I--I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND

HOW MARLENE TUCKER AND THE OLD MAN WERE MURDERED,

OR WHY.

OH, THAT'S EASY.

THESE ARE, I THINK, EXHIBITS.

YOU SEE, THE OLD MAN,

THROUGH HIS ALCOHOLIC STUPOR,

RECOGNIZED JAMES FOLLIAT

BEHIND THE FACADE OF SIR GEORGE STUBBS.

HE TRIED TO COMMUNICATE HIS DISCOVERY.

HE SANG HIS STUPID SONG.

AND NO ONE LISTENED, OF COURSE,

TO HIS NONSENSE, EXCEPT YOUNG MARLENE.

SHE COULD ALWAYS BE BOUGHT OFF

WITH A LITTLE POCKET MONEY,

BUT FOR HOW LONG?

SUDDENLY SOMETHING HAPPENED.

3 MONTHS AGO, THEY GOT NEWS FROM EDDIE SOUTH,

WHO WAS COMING TO VISIT THEM.

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD ACTUALLY

KNOWN THE ORIGINAL HATTIE FRIMPLE.

SIR GEORGE HAD ALWAYS BEEN OPPOSED

TO PUBLIC FETES AND FESTIVALS ON HIS LAND.

NOW, HERE WAS AN OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE ONE...

INCLUDING A MURDER HUNT.

AND IF IT WAS CLEVERLY ARRANGED AND STAGE-MANAGED,

HE COULD GET RID OF THE 2 EMBARRASSING WITNESSES

OF HIS PREVIOUS CRIME.

I HATE IT HERE.

DECREPIT OLD HOUSE IS LIKE A JAIL.

WELL, WE'LL SOON KNOW FROM YOU IF IT'S TRUE, MADAME.

TELL ME, HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS ME?

IT THOUGHT IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD DISGUISE.

IT WAS AN EXCELLENT DISGUISE,

BUT THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING WRONG

WITH EVERY DISGUISE. HA HA.

IN THIS CASE...

THE HANDS.

NOTICE, IF YOU WILL,

HOW MUCH PALER THEY ARE THAN THE FACE.

THAT WAS AN INITIAL MISTAKE.

AND THEN I REMEMBERED A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN

NEAR THE SWIMMING POOL,

TRYING TO CATCH THE LIGHT OF THE SUN

IN AN EMERALD.

IT WAS YOUR LOVELY WHITE HAND WHICH GAVE YOU AWAY, MADAME.

POIROT, THIS IS IMPRESSIVE AS ALWAYS, BUT...

COULD YOU BE MORE SPECIFIC?

THEIR SCENARIO CONTINUED

ON SATURDAY MORNING AT BREAKFAST,

WHEN THE LADY WE WILL STILL CALL LADY STUBBS,

FOR SAKE OF CONVENIENCE,

CAME DOWNSTAIRS WITH THE MAIL.

NOW, THIS WAS USUALLY MISS BREWIS' FUNCTION,

AND SHE WAS PLAINLY IRRITATED BY THE INITIATIVE

TAKEN BY LADY STUBBS,

WHO SURRENDERED THE MAIL TO HER,

BUT KEPT BACK ONE ENVELOPE--A BLUE ONE--

WHICH HAD BEEN POSTED, ACTUALLY,

3 MONTHS BEFORE

AND ANNOUNCED THE IMMINENT ARRIVAL,

ON THAT VERY DAY,

OF MR. EDDIE SOUTH.

SHE DEVELOPED AN EXTRAORDINARILY RAPID HEADACHE

AND WENT UPSTAIRS TO HER ROOM.

SHE WAS NOT THERE FOR VERY LONG,

BECAUSE SHE CHANGED INTO THE COSTUME

OF AN ITALIAN GIRL

WHO WAS AT THE YOUTH HOSTEL,

AND APPEARED IN THE GARDEN,

TOGETHER WITH A GERMAN GIRL SHE HAD FOUND ON THE WAY.

AND...THEN SIR GEORGE

SHOUTED AT HER TO GET OFF THE LAND,

THEN SEEMED TO BE SUMMONED FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE

BY ANOTHER VOICE NOBODY COULD HEAR,

BUT IT WAS EVIDENTLY, JUDGING FROM HIS REACTION,

HIS WIFE PLEADING FOR CALM AND GENEROSITY.

AND HE ALLOWED THE GIRLS TO GO THROUGH.

LADY STUBBS REAPPEARED IN THE GARDEN,

READY TO OPEN THE FETE AS LADY STUBBS.

JUST BEFORE TEATIME,

SHE INSTRUCTED MISS BREWIS

TO DELIVER SOME REFRESHMENTS

TO THE LITTLE GIRL MARLENE IN THE BOATHOUSE,

IT WAS TO PROVE TO MISS BREWIS

THAT MARLENE WAS STILL ALIVE

AT A TIME VERY SHORTLY BEFORE HER MURDER.

HER LADYSHIP HOVERED AROUND THE FORTUNE-TELLING TENT,

WAITING FOR MRS. LEGGE TO LEAVE

FOR HER RENDEZVOUS WITH MICHAEL WEYMAN

IN THE FOLLY...

UPON WHICH SHE ENTERED AND CHANGED ONCE AGAIN

INTO HER ITALIAN OUTFIT WITH THE BLACK WIG.

THEN SHE GOES DOWN TO THE BOATHOUSE

AND CALLS OUT FOR LITTLE MARLENE.

MARLENE, NO DOUBT DELIGHTED TO HEAR LADY STUBBS,

GETS UP, LOOKS, SEES NO ONE,

OPENS THE DOOR, AND FINDS...

AN ENTIRELY UNKNOWN PRESENCE

BEARING DOWN UPON HER.

AAH!

IS THAT SPECIFIC ENOUGH FOR YOU, INSPECTOR?

OR SHOULD WE GO INTO GREATER DETAIL STILL

AND GO INTO THE MOTIVES AND THE SENSATIONS?

WAS IT AMUSING, KILLING THAT GIRL?

WAS IT EASY, AS IT IS IN THE CINEMA?

OR IS IT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT

AS THE NOOSE SLOWLY TIGHTENS?

OR PERHAPS...

THERE IS SOME PLEASURE TO BE DERIVED FROM IT.

SHE WAS A FAT, STUPID, GREEDY LITTLE KID

WHO GOT EXACTLY WHAT SHE DESERVED

FOR TRYING TO BLACKMAIL US.

YOU MAY NOT JUDGE HER!

YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT

TO TAKE SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU!

GREEDY, DID YOU SAY?

WHAT COULD BE GREEDIER THAN JUST DESTROYING SOMETHING

BECAUSE IT STANDS IN THE WAY

OF YOUR OWN MISERABLE AMBITIONS?

I...YOU ARE VERY LUCKY, YOU KNOW,

THAT I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT.

WELL, WHERE WERE WE?

AT THE BOATHOUSE, OLD MAN.

THE BOATHOUSE! YES...

WELL, THEN THIS LADY COMES OUT OF THE BOATHOUSE,

SHE HAS TIME TO TOSS LADY STUBBS' HAT INTO THE WATER,

THEN SHE GOES BACK TO HER HOSTEL.

HER PART OF THE CONSPIRACY IS NOW FINISHED.

FINALLY, WE PASS TO SIR GEORGE--

THE SWIMMER OF LAPS.

IS HE PERHAPS A HEALTH FANATIC?

NO, SIR GEORGE WAS IN TRAINING

FOR A SPECIFIC EVENT,

A DEADLY EVENT,

WHICH WAS PERFORMED NOT AFTER MARLENE'S MURDER,

BUT BEFORE.

FOR SIR GEORGE,

THIS TASK WAS A PITIFULLY EASY ONE.

ESPECIALLY AFTER SUCH RIGOROUS TRAINING.

A SHORT SWIM TO THE BOAT LANDING...

AND POOR DRUNKEN OLD MARDELL IS PULLED UNDER.

HIS SONG IS SILENCED FOREVER.

VOILA!

SIR GEORGE...

YOU ARE NICKED, MY OLD SON.

I DID ALL THIS FOR YOU, MOTHER.

TO GIVE YOU BACK NASSE HOUSE.

GOD FORGIVE ME FOR LOVING YOU TOO MUCH, SON.

I CAN'T HELP YOU NOW.

NO ONE CAN.

WHY NOT?

YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEFORE.

NO!

TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME!

I WISH TO SPEAK WITH MY MOTHER!

YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN, POIROT.

CONGRATULATIONS.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

MAYBE A TOUCH MORE LONG-WINDED

THAN THE ABC MURDERS,

BUT YOU'RE STILL

RIGHT UP THERE WITH THE BEST.

I MEAN, COMPARED TO YOU,

I'M JUST A FLATFOOT.

NO, NO...

A POLICEMAN.

NO... OH, YOU KNOW...

THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO EXERCISE

THEIR LITTLE GRAY CELLS,

OTHERS WHO MERELY LOCK PEOPLE INTO THEM.

HEH HEH.

LONG-WINDED...

WELL, MR. POIROT, THANKS TO YOU,

I HAVE MY NEXT NOVEL--

THE COPYCAT KILLING.

THE COPYCAT KILLING... AH...AH...

I ENJOYED YOUR LAST ONE.

I FINISHED IT, BUT I HAVE LOST IT SOMEWHERE.

OH, HERE. I WANT YOU TO KEEP THAT COPY.

AH...

TELL ME, WHEN DID YOU FIRST SUSPECT

THAT THE TIME BOMB

WAS SURGICALLY IMPLANTED IN THE PARAKEET?

ON TUESDAY.

OH...OH! HA HA!

VERY GOOD.

IS IT ANY GOOD?

YOU TELL ME...

BUT I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING.

WE'LL BOTH BE IN THE NEXT ONE.