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Are you lonely?

You don't have to be lonely.

I'm here.

I'm watching you.

Cheers.

THE ABC MYSTERY

London, 1933

resist the strangers fight for your country and family

Mrs. Marbury?

Mr. Cust.

The rent is £ 2.06 a week. You pay in advance plus a deposit.

Packages have been delivered for you.

I hope I don't get packages more often have to lift upwards.

I'm not a pickle. -Had left them in front of me.

My hall full of brown packages? It is not a post office here.

I apologize for the inconvenience, Mrs. Marbury.

The front door closes at ten o'clock. I don't want dull guests ...

or drunks or booches.

No coarse language either, cursed and blasphemy.

I am happy in old-fashioned ways.

Wik and weigh your words, then you have nothing to fear.

The toilet is in the courtyard.

I ask my guests sparingly to be with the toilet paper.

Otherwise the pipes will become clogged. And who can remedy that?

I, yes.

Are you passing through or do you expect to stay here for a longer period of time?

It depends on.

From what?

The success of my company.

Bed bugs?

My stays are spotless, Mr. Cust. No strangers.

Some accept everyone. You know then never what is in the air.

Mr. Treadgold. He has been living here for a long time.

He has a bad back. My daughter Lily helps him.

She is very skilled in men with pain complaints.

A shilling for the usual. You reserve and pay with me.

She understands her profession. You will not be disappointed.

I will let you unpack.

the ABC timetable

I recently followed you.

You looked old and tired.

You walk as if you are suffering from your feet.

I was worried about you.

I was so close behind you.

Could you feel me breathing in your neck, Hercule?

Many will find it vanity.

'That pedantic and pretentious poen Poirot, "they say.

And they secretly laugh at you. But I don't smile ...

because that is not vanity.

You want to be back in time in which you were a famous inspector.

When people were full of praise for you ...

when you were wanted ...

when they loved you.

No one has ever loved me.

But I will be feared.

I become a faceless monster, that leads lambs to slaughter.

police headquarters London

I urgently need inspector Japp to speak. I know the way.

He is not here. -Where is he then?

Hard at home hoeing cabbage. He is now an ordinary citizen.

Did he retire?

Who is the new inspector? That's Crome inspector.

Then I'll talk to him. -This is currently absent.

Do you want to take a seat? with the other waiting people?

Inspector Crome.

Hercule Poirot.

"I will become a faceless animal, that leads lambs to the slaughter. "

Inspector Japp.

"I'm going to do something for both of us, Hercule.

I am my sheep to dry land.

I'll let you know When I'm done. Until that time:

Cheers. ABC.'

Every letter from ABC has a different postmark.

I keep the envelopes. They are different from the others.

Which other? -D others.

A small selection only saved ...

for the tone and intention to be able to compare.

"You are no better than us. Shave off, fransoos. "

I've been living here for 19 years, but people still sees me as a Frenchman.

Are all letters like that?

Had said you were going to board then I had toasted you.

I wasn't waiting for all those heisa. I stopped in peace.

Japp, why did inspector Crome want it? don't talk to me?

You know what those young guys are like. They want to make a name for themselves.

It's a good boy. Wait it out.

Why do you keep this? They belong in the trash.

New ones come every day.

ABC letters are polite, sympathetic ...

almost friendly. They scare me the most.

And something is wrong. I can do my don't put your finger on what exactly.

They are wrong.

"I'm becoming a faceless monster." This person is ticked.

You no longer think clearly.

You live withdrawn.

If you had something on your hands, did you see who these really are:

hateful people, and a crazy guy who plays a game with you.

Then you would throw everything away.

I prepared a ham, and I have potatoes with red cabbage.

Keep eating here. I have jam rolls and custard for dessert.

Quelle horreur , English meals. -Come, we'll take care of everything.

I also have Brandy over from Christmas.

I can use the company.

If it makes you happy, I like it.

From art. But first I will burn it.

One by one.

Thank you my friend.

Close the barn door, then we go inside.

Japp?

Good morning, Hercule.

I hope you are well.

I'm excited.

I am nervous.

My sheep are dry.

I am ready.

I hope you are ready.

March 31st.

Andover.

It will start.

Good morning. I have the pleasure with Mrs. Alice Asher?

Yes, but keep those smooth talks but for you.

I don't need anything and I'm eating, so goodbye.

You do not yet know what I am selling, Mrs. Asher.

Saturday, April 1

The Lord gives and the Lord takes. Praised be the Lord.

A man born of a woman, his days are short ...

James Japp, died on March 27, 1933. A true gentleman.

Inspector Crome. Don't let me be you run after a cemetery.

That is downstairs our dignity.

You must meet your colleagues in Andover start talking.

About what? -A murder.

This was Japp's office. -Used to be.

You still play from that murder games in country houses?

Like when you were still a celebrity?

A strange activity, rich people they pretend to have been killed. Scary.

There is no longer a demand for that.

Mr. Poirot ...

it looks like you are melting.

Probably very expensive having fun with the better position.

Those smart young men. The aristocrats.

Replay death. Nice while it lasted.

Inspector Crome, have I perhaps offended you?

Do you mean me personally? or the corps in general?

Both.

How do you think you have insulted us?

You are the great inspector. YOU solves everything. You will find out.

Yelland. -I talked to Andover ...

and the crimes committed received on March 31, 1933:

laundry stolen by a dog, a bike in the river ...

an argument involving dentures played a role ...

The culprit was this one Herbert "Humpy" Morris ...

who asked a lady to smile, on which she used obscene language.

Morris threw his dentures to her.

The lady stepped on it and it became a true suresa.

What else? -Distortions of public order ...

quarrels, soliciting. And had a kid smashed Mrs. Asher's window.

Mrs. Asher did not open the door, so thought the agent that she was in the toilet ...

which often happened.

He covered the window and the kid a twist on his ears.

No murders. -No.

No corpse in the library.

No candlestick in the eye socket of an heiress.

No body parts in the conservatory.

No sir.

Well, that's clear then.

Hopefully you are reassured now.

You do not know which day it is today?

April 1st. -Indeed.

You have been taken.

Thank you for your time and effort in this case.

Why is his chin completely gray?

You do not want to know.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with you.

You are the blessed ...

How do you think you have insulted us?

Hail Mary, full of grace.

How do you think you have insulted us?

How did you insult us?

Hail Mary, full of grace.

... of public order, quarrels, soliciting.

And Mrs. Asher's window has been smashed.

Mrs. Asher did not open the door, so thought the agent that she was in the toilet.

Why is his chin gray? -You do not want to know.

How do you think you have insulted us?

Mrs. Asher's window.

Killer.

"I hope you are just as cheerful like me, Hercule.

I hope you are ready.

March 31st.

Cheers. ABC.'

Public order disturbances, quarrels, soliciting.

And Mrs. Asher's window has been smashed.

But Mrs. Asher did not open the door.

New tickets, please.

Thank you sir.

New tickets, please.

tobacconist Asher

Mrs. Asher?

Mrs?

I will find this person.

I'll find him.

I give you my word of honor.

such as ticking the grandfather clock standing against the wall

like dripping of the rule drops

the summer shower is over

a little voice in my head keep saying

you, you, you

day and night

I can't resist you

only you while the sun is shining or under the moon

whether you are close or far away ...

Shut up, Lily. I can't concentrate like that.

Andover police

You murderous bastard.

Inside, you.

Go inside.

We are going to hang you for this.

We're going to break your neck.

I did not do it. -Nonsense.

He didn't do it.

Look closely, Inspector Bunce.

According to Alice Ashers neighbor he threatened his wife.

He said he did would cut her throat ...

and would cut her head off. And he almost did that too.

Has her head been cut off? -Do not like the stupid.

For such a deadly wound with a inflicting unsuitable weapon ...

you have to be very strong.

Mr. Asher is a quarterly drinker. He suffers from delirium tremens.

He can't use a match yet, never mind a knife.

And where is the blood? He didn't wash his hands.

There would be blood sitting around his nails ...

on his knuckles, on his wrists, on his sleeve covers ...

There would be blood everywhere.

He is not the perpetrator.

He had bought gloves and discarded afterwards.

Mon dieu , Inspector Bunce, you learn not of human shortcomings.

He gives all the money he has out to his devil: alcohol.

Not on gloves.

And the cash register was untouched. If he wanted money, he had taken it with him.

You really think so that you know everything so well, huh?

Well, that's not true. Case closed.

If mother knew your true nature, Betty ...

If Donald knew ... He finds out.

Not until I'm tired of him. He's really boring, Megan.

The only interesting thing about him is his wage bag. He's boring.

Like talking to a wall. How did you manage it?

I loved him.

I only had to use my fingers to cut and he came to me.

He set you aside.

I did you a favor, Megan. Someday you'll realize that ...

and maybe you are no longer such an acidic, gloomy and grumpy person.

Anyway ... Sleep well.

faceless monster

it will start

"Hello, Hercule. What do you think of Mrs. Asher?

She has made a mess of it.

You know what's coming next, right?

B.

But which B? And when?

Cheers.

A...

B ...

C. '

I definitely have to go to that other kid?

Did you argue about a girl? -No.

Unfortunately. Girls love it when men fight for them.

Then we feel wanted and desirable.

What's in it?

Silverware?

I am a seller. I travel around with what I sell.

It is polite to be a girl to speak with her name.

Betty.

Now we are friends. What are you selling?

Ms. Barnard, table nine is waiting. -I'm coming, Mrs. Welk.

I really want to keep this one. They are single.

And reasonably priced.

If you can't grab your bag now, I can come back after your service.

I don't pay for things. Men give me that gift.

I can not do that. With this I earn a living.

You are still a virgin, aren't you?

Be happy that something you have touched now touches me.

This is the closest you have ever seen touch my legs.

Now go away and satisfy yourself on that thought.

And that's how you play backgammon.

It doesn't bother you.

I feel sorry for you.

Stay away from me with your sweaty hands. - You have to pay for those stockings.

Debt paid off, virgin.

We are going home. - Let me go, lazy jerk.

Then stay here. It is over, I'm not going to marry you.

That hurts my heart.

I know a guy who's much nicer then you.

So go wobble and don't bother me anymore.

Don't run after him, Megan. Have an ounce of dignity.

"You know what's coming next, right?

B. But which B? "

April 4. That is today. Hurry, Hercule. The B stands for Bexhill.

Who is it?

Elizabeth Barnard. People called her Betty.

She worked in The Ginger Cat café.

with compliments, Hercule Poirot June 1921

My face. My special sweet darling.

Who? Who would do such a thing?

Who?

I just heard it. This can not be true.

Someone has our girl taken from us, Donald.

Our perfect angel.

What should we do without her?

I'm going to make tea.

I thought maybe you could use help.

"Our special face, our perfect angel. "

Betty wasn't both. My sister was a slut.

Your sister is dead. - She was still a slut.

I can make tea myself.

Do you want to be let out?

Yes?

All right then.

I'm ready. Can I come, Sir Carmichael?

Of course, but it is rather bleak outside.

I'm ready for a breath of fresh air. And from inclement weather I am reviving.

In that case we will gladly take you along.

Come on, Wilbur. Vort.

Franklin?

Go with them.

You are the best brother-in-law that I could wish for.

I'm your only brother-in-law.

I'm thinking about you

at night and during the day

day and night

You are Mr Cust.

Are you looking for something?

Is your mother at home? -No, she went to a meeting.

She's coming very late back home drunk.

Yes.

Do you want to make a reservation?

You can do that with me too. Then I can keep the money.

That is our agreement.

Did she say how much it is? A shilling for the usual.

This is not common.

It never is, Mr. Cust. It never is.

I am on to you. Whore. -For God sake. Capstick.

She's the secretary, she is staff.

She wants to take you from me, Car. -Come, I'll take you to bed.

She longs for me to die.

Sorry, Torah, she didn't mean that. She wasn't herself.

Thank you, Lily. -Mr Cust.

Yes, Mr. Treadgold.

An order for supporting documents that you have withheld.

When I tried to talk to you about it you said it was April 1st.

Listen to me carefully Inspector Crome.

There was an ABC timetable next to both the dead women.

Do you know why?

The perpetrator explains les regles du jeu from:

The gamerules.

Every railway line, every station in the country ...

all letters of the alphabet.

That is private. Command.

'Dear Mr Poirot, my wife and I find you fantastic. "

Old letters from admirers. Nice though. Take everything with you.

You don't need them. - You know the killer.

So we search everything. Nothing is private anymore.

This was on the doormat.

I'll read it to you.

Where does the postmark come from?

Cricklewood.

"Hello, Hercule. Betty was a pretty girl, right?

There was a moment when she realized death awaited her.

She surrendered to me ...

and I bent over her and breathed in her last sigh.

I sucked it in my mouth, and it tasted so sweet.

My blood was tingling with sweetness.

But I'm tired, Hercule.

We take a break and go later where we left off.

Cheers.'

Call the doctor now. -I have no service.

Call him yourself or ask one of the workers.

I have a scale with Mrs. blood ...

and the maid replaces the bloody linen.

So come from your bottom and call the doctor. Now.

Torah, say he's hurrying up. She is in pain.

Of course.

I have an agent pick up your mail. And no more trips to PDs.

You will never find ABC without me. -Yes.

My friend, Inspector Japp, was so wise ...

for the limits of his competence to know.

If only you had a little bit of his humility.

Your friend, Japp, that you lied ...

I never lied. -You said you were an agent in Belgium.

Inspector. But that was not the case.

Questions have been asked about you, also higher up.

Questions about me? Why? I have served this country.

The people are not happy as the corps A fool blows through a foreigner.

The people are displeased and questions are asked.

Japp swore you were telling the truth. He was like that, as faithful as a dog.

But research has been done and you were not registered anywhere.

You will never be lucky experienced a raid.

Things burned down. Buildings, people. Documents laid in the ashes.

Nobody had ever heard of you.

No Hercule Poirot was known at the Belgian police before 1914.

Japp held out his hand for you in the fire, and that became fatal to him.

His funeral had been crowded must be. A guard of honor.

But only a few arrived old-timers and you and me.

He had no heart attack. He just couldn't take it anymore.

By you and your lies.

He never told me this. Inspector Crome ...

I gave my honor to the dead. I cannot abandon them.

I can't do that.

Your word is worthless.

You are not who you say you are.

Who are you anyway?

They are coming.

They are coming.

The soldiers are coming.

Translation: NederSubs

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