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This programme
contains some scenes...

which some viewers
may find upsetting.

The ABC railway guide was
beside both dead women.

It is the killer telling
us the rules of the game.

Mr Cust, is there something
you want?

The success of my enterprise.

Would you mind if I joined you,
Sir Carmichael?

Not at all,
but it is quite wild out there.

Whore!

Have I caused you some offence?
You're not who you say you are.

Who the hell are you?

Mon nom est Hercule Poirot.

Je suis un refugie.

Are you joining family
who are already here,

or are family, wife and children
joining you later?

Non.

Do you need a doctor?

Non.

And what is your profession?

GLASS SMASHES

Are you all right, madam?

Gendarme.

TRAIN WHISTLE

Where's the letter from ABC?
You have what I have.

The Inspector isn't going
to want all these.

I have no wish for them either.
Take them.

What are you so twitchy for?

You'd better not be doing your
own thing. Crome won't like that.

You have ransacked my home and
removed my personal possessions.

"Twitchy" is the appropriate
response.

All right if I use your
lavvy before I go?

No, it's not all right.

Don't do yourself any favours,
do you?

DOOR OPENS

SOBBING

Sir Carmichael?

How disgraceful of me,
what an appalling show,

I'm so sorry...
There's nothing to be sorry for.

You are such a
comfort to me, Thora.

What the hell are you doing?!

I was just trying to be kind.
I love my wife.

How can you live here all
this time and not know that?

You've misunderstood me, I...

I give you a week to find another
job and somewhere else to live.

Consider this your formal
notice of dismissal.

Sir, I...

Lady Hermione's asking for
you, Sir. Thank you, Capstick.

You have plenty of work to be
getting on with, Miss Grey.

"Miss Grey" is it now?

Someone's fallen off her pedestal.

Piss off!

I've got my eye on you, girl.

Come on, just a short stroll.
Stretch the legs.

OWL HOOTS

Come on, Wilbur. You're supposed to
be going for a walk. Go on! Go on!

WILBUR YAPS AND GROWLS

What's the matter with you?
Silly old thing!

WILBUR WHIMPERS

THUD!

LABOURED BREATHING

THUD!

KNOCK AT DOOR

It's Mrs Kirkham
from across the hall.

It's my daily woman's fault.

I honestly don't think she can
read. She just puts everything on

the mantelpiece, whether
it's for me, or for someone else.

She's incorrigibly stupid,
but very good at dusting.

Madame, we are neighbours, yet you
come to my door wearing that?

Oh...Oh, but it's not you
we object to.

It's all the others.
The ones that breed like flies.

How may I assist you?

Well, like I say, my daily's fault.

I only just saw it.

Incredibly rude.

TICKING

Operator.Churston.
Combeside is the house.

The name is Clarke. Hurry!

PHONE RINGS

Churston 966.
Is this Combeside?It is.

Is Sir Carmichael safe?

Who is this?
What are you talking about?

It is Hercule Poirot.
Somebody means him great harm.

Harm? Why?

Because his name is
Carmichael Clarke.

Who is it, Franklin?

Darling, can you ask Car
to come to the telephone?

He took Wilbur for his walk.

When?Oh, I don't know,
I was... I was dozing.

What is it?

Car?

WILBUR BARKS Car?

Car?

WILBUR YAPS

Yes, there we are...

I was in the bath.
Is there something wrong?

Sir Carmichael?
I have to call the police.

I'm sorry,
I have to call them right now.

PHONE PIPS

Terror grips nation.Thank you.
Terror grips nation.

Terror grips nation.

RADIO: 200 extra police constables
will be patrolling the streets.

But our question for the
commissioner of the.

Metropolitan police force is

is this substantial enough in
the face of terror that ABC

is wreaking across the country?

Inspector Crome of Scotland Yard
was unable to comment.

The question on everyone's mind
is where will ABC strike next?

Who and where is D?
And we are concerned,

that this government is not...

Is my breakfast not
good enough for you?

I'm sorry?

I said, is my breakfast
not good enough for you?

It looks delicious.

Chin-chin.

HE RETCHES

You think the killer wanted
to get me? Why?

He is, and pardon me
for being so blunt,

a deranged sexual pervert.
His victims are women.

Ascher. Barnard...

But my surname is Grey.

Perhaps he thought it was Crey
and mistook Sir Carmichael for you.

What about Capstick? Maybe
the killer wanted to get her.

Inspector, how could anyone, even
in the grip of depraved lunacy,

mistake my brother
for Miss Grey or Capstick?

Did any of you see any strangers,
anything or anyone unusual?

Poirot was here.

I saw him.

Poirot.No, Hermione, darling,
that was a long time ago.

Was it? Really?

Oh, of course!

Yes! Mes enfants!

That's right.
And what a party it was, eh?

I've been having the most
terrible dreams.

All right. Let's get you back
to bed, angel. Come on.

Is Car coming home soon?

Come on.

Come on.

I'll get an officer
to take your statements.

Isn't it time you
packed, Miss Grey?

Corpus Christi.Amen.

Corpus Christi.Amen.

Corpus Christi.Amen.

Corpus Christi.Amen.

Corpus Christi. Corpus Christi.
Amen.

Je vous saue Marie.
Pleine de grace.

Ils arrivent!
Le Seigneur est avec vous.

Ils arrivent!

Sainte Marie, mere de Dieu.

GUNSHOT AND SCREAMS

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

How come you never told the police?

How come you let that man
and those women be killed?

I did not let them be killed.

Well, that's what it says here.
Where is he going to strike next? MOB SHOUTS.

My dad died in Belgium.

Private Eric Beddows of the
King's Infantry, blown to bits in

your shitty country that you
couldn't even stay and fight for!

Your neighbour told me
where you'd be.

Go.

What are you hiding
from the police?!

I'm sad, Lily.

No-one loves me.

You don't love me and I
take care of you, don't I?

Will you sing me a song
because I'm sad?

Day and night

Why is it so

That this longing for you
follows wherever I go?

In the roaring traffic's boom

In the silence of my lonely room

I think of you

Night and day

Day and night

Deep in the heart of me.

I wish I had been able to
alert you sooner.

Your brother would be alive.

But I was not enough.

I don't hold you responsible.
Far from it.

How is Lady Hermione?

She's very frail.

I wouldn't have left her if this
wasn't so important.

What is your opinion of
Inspector Crome?

I am not familiar with his
methodology.

Ah, well,
I'm not convinced he's got one.

But you do, though.
So what do YOU think?

There is a connection between
Bexhill and Churston,

because I've visited both places,
but I've never been to Andover, so

perhaps the connection
is mere coincidence.

Crome doesn't ask questions.

I need you to ask the questions.

I don't think the Inspector
would appreciate that.

Car's head was nearly taken
right off his neck.

My brother, who
never thought or did

a petty, cruel
thing in his life.

So I don't care what the
Inspector appreciates,

I want this bloody man stopped.

What makes you think it's a man?

LETTERBOX CLATTERS

Excusez-moi.

"Mon Cher Hercule, are you having
fun yet? What's next..."

You ask the questions...

and I will pay for your time.

Come in.

You've met Miss Megan Barnard,
I believe.Mademoiselle.

And Donald Fraser.Monsieur.
And Mrs Barnard isn't coping

particularly well,
so best left in peace.

And of course, poor Mrs Ascher's
husband is in prison.

Thora is just getting dressed.

Ah.

We've had something of a fracas at
Combeside.

Some of the maids have it
in for Thora.

It's just jealousy, I expect,
but I've taken this room for her.

It's been a horrible shock
for the poor girl.

Thora?

Ah.

You remember Miss Grey.
Mademoiselle Grey.

Franklin says you don't think
the killer is a man. Why not?

There is a layer of artifice
in the letters,

as if a woman were writing to give
the impression of being a man,

or vice versa.Betty would never
have gone off with another man.

Never.

So Miss Barnard went to a beach hut
and took her stockings off

for another girl?

I never thought Bexhill
quite so... racy.

Christ! Betty wouldn't have gone
off with anyone! She loved me!

We were in love!Mes enfants,

if we are to discover the killer,
we must be honest about the nature

and proclivities of the victims.

Who the hell are you
calling a child? I'm not a child!

I'm not some boy to be patronised!
Please, Mr

Fraser, it's just something
that Mr Poirot says.

"Mes enfants," he's known for it.
He means nothing insulting by it.

Well, I am insulted!

We were told you were going to ask
us questions,

so get on and ask them.

Searching your memories, did any of
you notice anything peculiar

in the lead-up to the murders?

No strangers? Nothing different in
the behaviour of the victims?

No, nothing strange.
Nothing different.

Mr Fraser?Er, no. Nothing
different. Nothing unusual.

Is that it? Because
the police asked

exactly the same
question, so we've

come all this way for nothing.
I feel sorry for you, Mr Clarke.

You've wasted your money,
I've wasted my time!

He... He's upset.

That went well.

Donald, wait.

Mademoiselle, can you tell me what
sort of person your sister

might have met at the beach hut
in the middle of the night?

Wasn't the kind of thing
we discussed.

Could you tell me what stockings
your sister wore?

No.

HE GASPS

HE SOBS

HE MOANS AND CHOKES

FLIES BUZZ

BELL RINGS

FLIES BUZZ

BABY CRIES

So, despite what I said, despite me
telling you point-blank to

stay out of this,
Clarke's got you on the payroll.

I did not withhold
information from you.

Do not tell lies about me to make
yourself more popular.

I didn't say a bloody thing!
They make up what they want,

they always do.Because of this,
I have been spat at in the street!

Well, I've been spat at, too!
Happens to coppers.

Oh. So now I am a policeman?
A "copper", even. How gratifying.

Don't twist my words!
And never mind what it says about you...

look what they say about me!

I can't find my arse with both
hands!That is not what it says.

Well, it might as well do.

What the hell?!Madame Ascher
was wearing new stockings.

Betty Barnard was strangled with
the same make of stockings.

And Carmichael Clarke was a secret
stocking-wearer, was he?

Had ladies scanties on under
his tweed suit?

Keep that one out of the papers.

I think this is what is left of
the packet the stockings came in.

We need to identify it.

"We", and you "think"?
It's a scrap of paper.

You have people, you must
put them on it immediately.

First off, you don't give me
orders. And second, yeah,

I do have people - top people -
but they're a bit busy working on

the letters to chase after
a scrap of paper -

they're trying to break the code,
because there must be a code.

There is a code.

The code is me.What?!

I'm having a brandy,
do you want one?

You're offering me a drink?

Despite what I may think,

Japp said you were a good man,
so I am offering you a brandy.

Do you want one? Yes or no?

Japp said that?

The code is you?

Chin-chin.

In 1921,

I had a cream tea

at The Ginger Cat

in Bexhill where, years later,
Betty Barnard

was to become a waitress.

In 1928, I attended Lady Hermione's

birthday party in Combeside.

I know. She kept talking about you,
said you'd been there.

Poor lady couldn't even remember
her husband had died.

But Andover doesn't
fit the pattern.

I found this in Madame Ascher's
shop.

It was framed.

She'd kept it since 1914.

It was precious to her.

You took evidence from a crime
scene? What is wrong with you?

Read it.

"A train carrying refugees from
Belgium was held at a siding,

"waiting for a driver. One of
the passengers got tired of the

"long delay and his mother
went into labour.

"Luckily for mother and baby,
Mrs Alice Ascher, who owns a nearby

"tobacconists, was able to
offer the newborn boy a full

"wardrobe of bootees and shawls."

It's very sweet, but what's it
got to do with you?

"The baby was delivered by another
passenger on the train,

"one M Hercule Poirot...

"before continuing on his journey."

But I didn't know it was Andover.

The night was dark, and no-one
thought to mention where we were.

This baby will be 19 by now.

What was the mother's name?Marie.
Her surname.I didn't even ask.

It wasn't important at the time.

This baby could be our man.

What if it isn't a man
writing the letters?

Of course it's a bloody man!

How do you know how to
deliver a baby?

I've lived a long life.

But you were right, Crome.
The killer knows me,

knows all about me.

From the moment I arrived in this
country, my entire life here -

they know everything.
And the next locale,

the letter D, will also be
a place I have visited.

We know that the next target's
name will begin with D,

so to find them, let's make a list
of all the places beginning

with D that I have been to.

Dawlish, Deal, Didcot, Denmark
Hill, Doncaster, Dorking, Dundee,

Dinas, Dover, Dove
Holes, Downham

Market, Duke Street,
Dunrobin Castle

and Dyce. One of
these stations, one

of these cities,
towns and villages,

is where ABC will be next.

Go through the telephone directory,
go through the census,

find every person with a surname
beginning with D.

"Person"? I thought you said
the killer was after women.

Well, maybe I changed my bloody
mind! Get on with it!

How long is she gone for?
Couple of hours.

What's this?

Backgammon.

I used to play a lot.
I used to be good.

What happened?I stopped being good.

Oh, Mr Cust!

You're the killer! It's you!

I'm a travelling salesman.
I sell stockings.

SHE LAUGHS I'm only joking.

The ABC is to do with the railway
guide - I read that in the paper.

And you'd have to be thick to leave
that sort of clue if it was

actually your name.

Still, if it was you,
I'd get you to bump Mum off.

Heave her down a flight of stairs.
Lily, murder is a crime.

It's a sin against God.
I'm joking, again.

Though sometimes -
I've got to be honest -

it seems like a really good idea.
Make life easier.

Waste of a good stocking,
if you ask me.

Nothing else ties as tight.

Tighter.

So what does the A and B
stand for, then, Mr Cust?

Alexander Bonaparte.

Don't tell Mum that -

she'll start ranting and raving
about the foreign.

If she asks, just tell her you're
called Alexander -

it's a good English name.

Please, Lily.

It lets it out, the darkness.

Make it stop.

It needs to hurt.

Harder.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Mademoiselle.

Do you recognise this?

The colour, perhaps -
does it correspond to anything you

might have seen on your sister's
dressing table?

The colour of a
packet of stockings?

I'm sorry.

Maybe your mother would know.
Is she here?

Donald took her to
Herstmonceux Castle for the day.

There's a tea room. They do cakes.
Mmm.

I haven't been completely honest
about that night.

I suppose I'm ashamed about it.

We didn't agree to not say
anything, Donald and me, we just...

You see, he, Donald and me...

Had a prior understanding.

Hmm?

I observed a tension.

He will not look at you,
yet you run after him.

After he, erm...

took up with Betty, he kept
coming round for his supper,

like he always had done,

whether Betty was in or not.

Mum loves him, you see.
She's always wanted a son.

Betty would never have married him.

It was too much for me,
so I used to sit in the kitchen.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Mum's gone to the pictures.

She still put you a plate up,
though.

Feel free to eat it
in the other room.

Oh, Megan, you are embarrassing
yourself, huh?

Making out like this is everyone's
fault.

But if you'd made more effort
with your hair,

your clothes, been more...
go-getting, maybe I wouldn't have

looked elsewhere. A man wants to
feel good with a girl on his arm,

not dragged down.
You need an interest, a hobby.

You should do a course or
something. Look at Betty.

She's learning silver service -
not because she wants to be a

waitress - so she can see how real
people behave for when we're

both getting on in life.
She's thinking ahead.

Betty's at the Palais.

She's serving something all right,
but I doubt it's silver.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Donald?!You're coming home with me.
Let go, you dozy bastard!

You stay here, I won't marry you!

Oh, my broken heart!

I wanted him to see I would have
been a good wife.

I would have been faithful.

I wanted to rub his nose in it.

Hmm.

In the circumstances,
that is entirely forgiveable.

Really?Yes.

I thank you for your help.

You mustn't think badly of Donald.

He is eating cake with your mother
while you, mademoiselle, grieving

and alone, are peeling potatoes,

so I will think what I please.

There was a man at the Palais with
the same clothes as you!

He walked right past me!

TRAIN WHISTLE

I'm told Lady Hermione believed
she saw me at Combeside,

the day Sir Carmichael
was murdered.

She gets very confused.

I'll let you speak alone.

She's, erm... She's looking forward
to seeing you, but you must expect

her to be most uncomplimentary
about Thora, I'm afraid.

The animosity seems to be the only
thing keeping her going.

ALL: Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday dear Hermione

Happy Birthday to you.

Bravo.

Bon anniversaire, Lady Hermione.

Oh, I am such an admirer!

Such an admirer.

Are we going to have a murder?
LAUGHTER.

Please say it's going to be
spectacularly grisly!

Mes enfants, ce sois - tonight -
we have prepared a murder of

unparalleled and macabre savagery,

of reckoning and revelation!
Birthday murder!

ALL:Birthday murder! Birthday
murder! Birthday murder!

Birthday murder!For you, this is a
game, but for me, it is my calling.

I catch killers.

Actual killers.

Tomorrow I will hunt them again -
I will follow their trails of

blood, but, mes enfants, tonight

blood will be our entertainment.Oh!

Birthday murder.

Birthday murder! Birthday murder!
Birthday murder! Birthday murder!

Birthday murder! Birthday murder!

Birthday murder! Birthday murder!
Birthday murder!

Don't come too close. I... I...
I smell.

It's in my throat, you see.
Sometimes I can taste it.

Je suis desole,
for all your sorrows.

Oh, I've been told Miss Grey
is in a hotel.

Franklin is like my darling Car -

he won't hear a word against
that bloody girl.

A pretty face and a sob story about
being an orphan and they are

both putty in her hands.

Lady Hermione, I'm told you
believed I came to the house -

not years ago, but recently.

Oh, the morphine
plays tricks on me.

Sometimes I forget
that Car is dead.

Such cruel tricks. SHE GROANS.

It was, er... just a person.

I was by the window
against the sun,

which is supposed
to be good for me.

The same hat, the coat.

No, thank you,
we don't buy anything at the door.

But it was just a salesman.

Of course, I knew it wasn't you.

But just for a moment,
I was so happy.

"Poirot is here," I thought.

"Now we shall have fun, like we
did when we were beautiful."

Did you ask Miss Grey about it?

I had another attack.

And then Car was killed,
and I was so confused.

What did this visitor look like,
the one you thought was me?

Young? Old?I'm not sure.

Thora was always waiting
for me to die.

Even when I was still alive.

Don't let her get her claws
into Franklin.

Promise me she won't get her
claws into him.

Er, I... I don't know
what he looked like!

You don't look travelling
salesmen in the face,

it only encourages them!

I... I bought a pair
of stockings from him

to make him go away.
Was he dressed like me?

I don't know!

What type of stockings?
Do you remember the name?

I don't know.
What colour was the packet?

I threw the packet away and I only
wore the stockings for a few

hours and then I threw
them away, too.Why?

Because I have long legs
and they were too short

for me! Thora, why didn't
you say any of this?

Because I forgot.
You forgot? How could you forget?

Because I did! There were police
everywhere, and Sir Carmichael was

like a father to me, and
now everyone's shouting

me, and I've done
nothing wrong except...

No-one's shouting.Yes, you are!
Why are you even here?

You said you'd be at Combeside.
None of this is

fair... I had to come down
when I found this out!

..None of this at all. No-one
understands or cares about how

bloody awful it is to be me!
SHE SOBS.

SHE CRIES

Excuse me for a moment.

Thora...

Come on, now. I'm sorry.
Don't cry, I know, I'm sorry.

I... I... I shouldn't
have shouted at you.

I'm sorry.

Come here. I'm sorry.

GUNSHOT AND SCREAMS

There is a man there, sleeping.

Yes, he comes in most nights.

This is for him.

Then he should have it before it
gets cold, Father.

Yes.

Peter. Peter.

PETER GRUNTS

Thank you.

I wish you would take communion.

It grieves me to see you leave mass
without the Eucharist.

I cannot take communion
without confession.

I do not confess.

I believe it would bring you
some peace.

Why should we have peace?
Why should

anyone, here, now, have peace?

We should be raging.Is that what
you are? Raging?

And doubtful, and terrified.
Of what?

Failure.

Of not being enough.

You can't possibly know that
you would fail.Oh, I do.

I have failed -
failed terribly, catastrophically.

I was not enough. Nor was he.

I doubt him.

I doubt all of it.

So, Father Anselm,

what do you say to that?

I say that the confessional is just
a few short steps over there.

Come with me.

You've already spoken it out loud -
say it in there so that I can

absolve you and you can
receive the sacrament.

God forgives all.But I do not.

HE GROANS

There, now.

Well, here we go again, Horrocks.

Hey?

PIANIST PLAYS CABARET MUSIC

Mind your back, ladies.

Do beg your pardon.

HE SIGHS

Sharing with you again?

Beggars can't be choosers, love.

I'd earn more bloody money begging.

And I'd keep better company!

I know it was you in Macclesfield,
that sewed Horrocks' hand inside

his trousers,
like he was being dirty.

Well, I'm telling you now, you lay
one finger on my dummy, and I will

geld you with a rusty spoon,
and I'm going to laugh!

That's all you'll hear, you
bloody bastard - my laughter!

TRAIN WHISTLE

Doncaster!
This is Doncaster Station.

Who sells stockings
at a racecourse?

Forget the stockings! "Giddy up"
is what you say to horses.

You've been to Doncaster
races before.

Where we're going is horses.

But why would ABC give such
a blatant clue?

Because he's a cocky shit.

They all get cocky,
that's what brings them down.

Did he say anything else to you?

No.

Well, then. He's close.

I can smell him.

APPLAUSE

Coming into the final furlong,
it's neck and neck.

Chips With Everything drawing
ahead, Lucky Chap is fighting back.

Chadona is coming
up on the outside,

but it's Chips With Everything
holding firm, holding firm.

Lucky Chap is coming back!
It's going to be neck and neck!

It's Chips With Everything
by a mile!

Go on, you beauty! Go on!

Eye-eye, Horrocks.

CABARET MUSIC PLAYS

HE CHUCKLES

HE WHISTLES A MELODY

HE URINATES

HE GROANS

ABC sells stockings door to door.

Oh, shit! Shit!

Who buys stockings
at a race meeting?

Showgirls might buy stockings
between the matinee and the

evening performance.

ABC has made a mistake, Crome.

This is Doncaster, but this is not
Dexter Dooley, ventriloquist.

This is Benny Grew, a risqué comic.

More than a mistake, ABC has made a

catastrophic error and will act.

We must prepare for a storm
of slaughter.

We must prepare for
the wrath of God.

Ils arrivent!

Ils arrivent! Soldats!

Last tube, ladies and gents,
last tube.

Make your way to the exits,
station is closing.

Station is closing, thank you!

GATE CLOSES

PHONE RINGS

Oui.

HEAVY BREATHING

I can hear you breathing.

You have my attention.

What do you want?

LINE GOES DEAD

"Who are you, Hercule?

"Who are you really?"