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Aah!

Hello, darling.
Managed to slip away.

But ! think I sprained
my bloody wrist.

Oh, John.

How's work?

Fine. Thanks.

I'm doing a big abstract for
the international exhibition.

How's yours?

Might be making some progress
with Ridgeway's disease.

have a patient at Hammersmith
Hospital, a Mrs. Crabtree.

She's a drayman's wife,
! believe.

She's dying of Ridgeway's,

but she's allowed me to try
some new treatments on her.

By gum, she's got some spirit,

poor, frightened old thing
that she is.

And all! get from Gerda is,
"Why are you out so late?"

Well, sometimes you're with me.

Mm-hmm.

But all the time,
I'm married to Gerda.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

Yes.

Will 1 see you this weekend?

-Yes. Are you going?
-Yes.

Well, that will be lovely.

Yes.

Henrietta, come here.

LUCY: It's all going to be
a complete disaster.

It's always the same
when I invite Gerda.

! wish I hadn't.

The worst thing about it
is she's so terribly nice.

! mean, one has to have her,
of course.

It'd be so terribly rude
to invite John without her.

It does seem so odd, doesn't it,

that someone as nice as Gerda

should be so devoid
of any kind of intelligence?

! often think if she had any
spirit at all, she'd stay away.

Henrietta will help, of course.

It's strange how good Henrietta
is with Gerda.

What are you talking about,
Lucy?

The weekend is upon us, Midge.

The guests will be arriving
any minute.

I'm just trusting to Henrietta
to make conversation,

because, well, John and Gerda --

Oh, it's a nightmare!

John and Gerda.

Lucy, do you know
what time it is?

Hmm? I'm sorry.

! have absolutely no idea
what time it is.

It's a quarter past 6:00.

{ Gasps
Oh, Midge, I am sorry.

Why didn't you tell me?
Come, come, come.

Go back to repose.
Come on.

There you are, Mrs. Smith.

Thank you very much,
Dr. Christow.

Goodbye.

You all right?

I'm tired.

A weekend in the country
will make you feel better.

Yes.

Unfortunately, Gerda's driving.

Victor.

Mr. Poirot, sir.
Have a good trip?

Without incident, thank you.

Victor...

Victor, what is that smell?

Smell?
Can't smell nothing, sir.

Just good country air.

The telephone number's
on the pad in the surgery.

Call me if there's trouble.

-Goodbye, children.
-Bye, Daddy.

Be good.

{ Engine sputtering

It won't start.

Switch on the ignition, Gerda.

{ Engine turns over

I'm so stupid.
I'm sorry.

Let's just get there, shall we?

l wish we could stay at home.

The Angkatells frighten
the life out of me.

Bye, children!

-GIRL: Bye, Mummy.
-BOY: Bye, Daddy.

VICTOR: Weather set fair
for the weekend.

Everything's spick-and-span
at the cottage.

The wife's seen to that.

I'm sure I shall be
most comfortable.

Be a relief, ! expect.

Escape the fumes
and stink of London.

Why must you spend
so many hours at the hospital

when you have a perfectly
good surgery at home?

It's research, Gerda, research,
as I've explained before.

Why are you slowing?

It might be about to turn red.

But it isn't, is it?
It's green.

GERDA:
Oh, sorry.

I've just become convinced
it's suddenly going to...

Oh.

{ Horn honking

{ Engine sputtering

Oh, God, Gerda.

{ Sputtering continues J

{ Horns honk J

{ Engine continues sputtering

{ Horn honks

MIDGE: Gudgeon!

Hello, Midge.
Great to see you.

What a gorgeous car!

He's a Lagonda.
Goes like the wind.

Oh, thank you, Gudgeon.

Hello, Lucy.

Henrietta,
wonderful to see you.

Well, ! suppose in the time

you've taken this magnificent
steed of yours

around to the stable, give it
a rubdown and a nose bag,

lunch might be ready.

-Who's coming?
-The Christows.

And Edward's arriving
after lunch.

Oh, good.

VICTOR: Looks like you'll
have some company, Mr. Poirot.

Somebody's taken
the cottage next door.

Mr. Poirot.

Enchanté, madame.

Everything is beautiful,
as usual.

But tell me, someone has taken
up residence in Dovecotes?

FRANCES:
Yes, sir. A lady.

An actress, they say.

Oh! Laughs }

How's the dreaded dress shop?

Bloody awful.

Hello, there!

MIDGE:
Edward!

EDWARD:
Hello, Midge.

Hello, Henrietta.

Parfait.

Tell me, Mme. Simms,

what is this, hmm?

1 did not expect any mail
to this address.

It's from Lady Angkatell
up at the hollow.

For ce soir.

HENRIETTA: How are things
at Ainswick, Edward?

Is it just as lovely as ever?

Why don't you come and see?

You're always welcome.

Any time.

Any time at all.

You are sweet.

And Ainswick is the best place
in the world.

Do you remember
our special tree?

Yggdrasil -- the secret sign
we used to draw everywhere.

Fancy a breather?

Oh, my God.
Yggdrasil.

Who drew that?

You did.

So, what have you been doing
since I saw you last?

Nothing.

That sounds peaceful.

You could find peace
at Ainswick with me.

! wish I wasn't so dreadfully
fond of you, Edward.

It makes it so much harder
to go on saying no.

What you really mean
is you won't marry me

because of John Christow.

Why doesn't the fellow
get a divorce?

-Because.
-EDWARD: That's it, isn't it?

If there were no John Christow
in the world,

you'd marry me.

MIDGE:
! used to spend my holidays
with Edward at Ainswick.

It seemed so vast.

LUCY: 14,000 acres is bound
to be vast, Midge.

Oh, how I miss it.

Why didn't you inherit it, Lucy?

Midge, you know very well
girls don't inherit.

It's the way the world works.

Edward isn't even my cousin.

He's my first cousin
once removed,

but he's still entailed.

Ainswick falls like ripe
fruit -- plop -- in his lap.

Aren't you remotely bitter
about that?

Of course not.

I've invited that crime fellow
for dinner.

Uh, I'm sorry?

That's why I was in your bedroom
so early this morning.

! had this premonition, you see,

that we're all going to be at
each other's throats at dinner,

so him being here just
could be a distraction.

What crime man, Lucy?

He was in Baghdad when Henry
was high commissioner.

He stays in one of
those funny little cottages

down the lane.

! remember he wore this
pink flower in his buttonhole,

and he was solving something.

! can't quite remember what.

Then of course,

I'm not terribly interested
in who killed who.

mean, once you're dead,
you're dead.

It doesn't matter why, does it?

GERDA:
I'm no good at anything.

! don't know why
you ever married me.

You needed taken care of.
That's why I married you.

l try to be a good wife, John.

This may not be the best time
to tell you --

You know I love you, don't you?

Of course, old girl, but !
really have to warn you --

No one else, just you.

You'll never make it up
Shovel Down in third.

Very fair shooting, Edward.

Now, then, your turn,
Henrietta.

See if you could kill a burglar.

-MIDGE: Well done!
-No. You only winged him.

Hello, everyone.
Hello, Henry.

Oh, it's the Christows.

Hello. So sorry we're late.

Not at all. Just in time
for target practice.

Nice to see you, John.
Now, then, Gerda, come along.

Try and put one
in the bull's-eye.

Oh, I've never tried.

-Hello, darling.
-Darling.

! think you may have met
Midge Hardcastle.

And of course, you know
my second cousin Edward.

-Hello, John.
-What's going on?

Henry's got the artillery out.

-Has he indeed?
-

HENRY: Right. Fire away.

Just keep it steady.

Slowly squeeze the trigger.
That's it.

l sprained my bloody wrist.

HENRY:
Bad luck.

Did I miss?
1 bet 1 missed.

My turn, is it?

Gerda, how lovely to see you.

Thank you, Henry.

Come along, Gudgeon.

-l say, Lucy!
-That's nothing.

Once, on the Asian side
of the Bosporus,

l was jumped
by a couple of thugs.

We were rolling about
in the dirt, we were,

and then before I knew it,

she'd shot one in the leg
and one in the stomach.

How she didn't hit me,
God alone knows.

It's quite simple.

You do it very quickly,

and you don't think
about it, Henry.

{ Laughter J

Zena’'s at ballet class now --
pointe shoes, the lot.

And Terrence?

Chemistry -- always trying
to blow things up.

He's planning to make
nitroglycerin while we're away.

-Don't tell John, though.
-Oh, ! shan't.

And you?

Oh, I've taken up leather craft.

Do you like this?

I made it.

It's so nice talking to you.

But I suppose it'll soon
be time for dinner.

Gerda...

Why do you come here
if you hate it so much?

! want John to be happy.

He could come without you.

No, he wouldn't like that.

He wouldn't enjoy it without me.
He said so.

John is awfully unselfish.

I'd rather stay
at Harley Street, to be frank,

but he thinks it's good for me
to get out into the country.

Oh, the country's all right.

No need to throw in
the Angkatells.

We're an odious family.

Come on. Let's go in
and get changed.

There's some sort of detective
coming, apparently.

{ Laughter J

You wouldn't have believed it.

M. Poirot has abilities
that one has to say are...

quite phenomenal.

Oh, it's true. Absolutely true.
Talk of Baghdad, they were.

M. Poirot
and his little green cells.

Gray, madame.

Oh, pardon me.

But we're so awfully fortunate
to have him as a neighbor.

mean, in case
anything went wrong.

Would you give it all up
if 1 asked you to

and come and live with me?

No.

No?

That's not really what you want.

Couldn't you lie to me
just once?

-Why?
-Because I love you, Henrietta.

But you're so -- Damn it all.

You're so detached.

Your art, your cards,

your friends.

! want you to think only of me.

Isn't that what Gerda does?

Don't tell me you care a damn
about Gerda.

Why not?

! like Gerda.

{ Laughter J

Dinner, my lady.

Oh, thank you, Gudgeon.

Please, M. Poirot,
come this way.

Merci.

Has anyone seen John?

{ John laughing

MIDGE:
Well, the customers are awful.

One has to put up with far more
insolence in a dress shop

than Gudgeon or Simmons or
any decent domestic does here.

It must be absolute hell,
darling.

But does one have
to be so proud?

mean, earning one's own living

is not the be all and end all
of everything, is it?

Well, it's all about
self-esteem, surely.

He'd be the expert on that.

So how do you do it, then,
M. Poirot?

1 beg your pardon, mademoiselle?

Solve so many crimes.

Merely, ! apply the process
of the thought logic,

and once the process,
it has been applied,

alors,
the mystery becomes éclairé

and the criminal mind,
it is uncovered.

HENRIETTA: But that assumes
that you are cleverer

than the criminal, doesn't it?

! am not sure that it does,
mademoiselle, logically.

HENRIETTA:
Oh, I think it does.

What happens
if you come across one

who is cleverer
than you are yourself?

This is not the highest
probability, mademoiselle.

{ Laughter J

Have you ever been to --

Henrietta has
a very sharp tongue.

{ Soft laughter J

After dinner,
we usually play games.

Charades perhaps
or Flip the Kipper.

But tonight ! think it
would be most appropriate

if we were to assay
the murder game.

Lucy, don't you think M. Poirot
would be rather bored?

Someone has to pretend
to be dead, murdered,

and then we all have
to find out who did it.

It's such fun.

And it usually turns out
to be Gudgeon.

POIROT: Lady Angkatell,

it is a proposition
that is most delightful,

but 1 am one who retires
early to his bed.

Your dinner, it was superb.

Mademoiselle...

! hope that we shall resume our
conversation at another time.

I'd like that, M. Poirot.

Sir Henry, an evening
that was most delightful.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

1 know. You must
come to lunch tomorrow.

Oh, yes.
He must, mustn't he?

Pardon,
but tomorrow I am engagé.

Nonsense.

There's absolutely nothing
to do around here

for miles and miles and miles.

No, no. I insist you come
to Sunday lunch.

Henry, tell him

1 do not take kindly
to being disobeyed.

Be very pleased
to have you, old man.

Bien. It will be
my pleasure to attend.

Thank you.

Bonne nuit.

-Night.
-Good night.

Good night.

Ace of diamonds.

Why on earth did you leave
that diamond, Gerda?

Oh, I -- Was it wrong?

Don't be absurd.

She had to leave the diamond.
Only sane thing to do.

Game and rubber.
Well done.

A lucky finesse.

You cheated.

HENRIETTA:
Was it obvious?

So that Gerda would win.

Honesty means nothing
to you, does it?

Good evening.

Who the devil are you?

Veronica Cray, Sir Henry.

Please forgive me for barging in
upon you like this.

I'm in the dinky little
house up the lane,

and I've had the most
frightful catastrophe.

Please come on in.
Henry, close the window.

What's happened?

! have run out of matches
on a Saturday night,

and I smoke like a chimney.

Truly, ! feel a complete fool,

but there's not a match
to be had at Dovecotes,

so I've come to beg some
from my only neighbors

within miles and --

Oh, my God.

Hello, Veronica.

My God, it's John Christow.

Matches, was it?

This is too, too extraordinary.

HENRY:
Do you know each other?

We did a Jong time ago.

VERONICA:
Yes, John is an old friend.

Why, he was the first guy
l was ever in love with.

Midge, would you kindly
ring the bell?

thought you were
just wonderful.

And weren't we heartrendingly
in love?

Veronica, this is my wife.

How lovely to meet you.

LUCY: Oh, Gudgeon.

Tell me, do we have plenty
of matches in the house?

A dozen boxes came today,
my lady.

Excellent.
Would you kindly get six?

Very good, my lady.

And, um,
how do you like Dovecotes?

Oh, I adore it.

It's so cute --
so close to London

and yet one feels
so gloriously isolated.

We kind of lost touch

when I went to California,
didn't we?

You've been to California?

VERONICA:
Oh, I live there, actually.

just popped over
to do a little play.

One has to keep one's hand in,

say hello to Shaftesbury Avenue,
all that.

Oh, my dear Lady Angkatell,
surely not all these?

LUCY: We have plenty
in the house.

Besides, I always think
it's rather tiresome,

only having one of a thing,
don't you?

Well, this is very kind of you.
Thank you.

Will you see me back
to my cottage?

! want dreadfully to know
what you've been up to

in the years and years and
years since I've seen you.

I'm so sorry to have bothered
you in this pathetic way.

Good night, Lady Angkatell.

Night-night.

That was Veronica Cray.

Indeed.

We must catch one of
her pictures, Henry.

If that little performance
is anything to go by,

why, we will certainly
get our money's worth.

{ Veronica laughs

You are just incorrigible.

No, it's not true.
It's not true.

{ Both chuckling J

Come on, John.
Come on.

What time is it?

Um, I have no idea.

Sorry to wake you.

! had to go in for a drink
with the woman.

Oh.

Good night, John.

JOHN:
Good night.

Morning.

-Morning.
-Morning.

We're shooting after breakfast.

Might bag a few pigeon.

You want to come?

No, thanks.

l feel a bit shattered,
to be honest.

For me?

It came this morning, sir.

We have to talk
about our future.

I'm -- I'm sorry?

Our future, John.

We've wasted 12 years.

I'm not going back
to the States.

I'm going to make my life
here with you.

You've, um...

You've got this taped out
all wrong.

We had quite a time
together last night,

but, Veronica, you know,

our lives
are completely divergent.

mean, when we split up
12 years ago,

well, that was just it.

We split up.

VERONICA: We didn't split up.
You ditched me.

l was your fiancée,
and you ditched me.

1 couldn't go with you
to Hollywood.

l had to finish med school.

Of course,
so you could be a doctor.

Well, you can go on
being a doctor.

My dear girl, I'm married.
1 have children.

You know, I'm married myself
at the moment.

It's nothing that a good
divorce lawyer can't fix.

Oh, John, ! always did
want to be your wife.

You see,
! have this passion --

this overpowering passion.

We have to be together.

No, that is not going
to happen!

-Last night --
-JOHN: Last night!

Look, you're not a child.

Last night was a one-off.

Are you saying
you don't love me?

You are a very, very
alluring woman, Veronica,

but I don't love you, no.

came all this way
to find you,

waiting in this ghastly hovel
for the weekend you'd appear.

You see, I knew
that if we could be

just once more together,
just once more --

You -- You planned it?

Well, you belong to me, John.

You're mine.

When I was a young man,

wanted you to share my life,
and you wouldn't do it.

Because my career was so much
more important than yours.

mean, anyone can be a doctor.

You're a nasty piece of work.

You leave me again, and I really
will make you sorry.

So be it.

Goodbye.

! hate you more than I thought
! could hate anyone!

{ Glass shatters J

{ Gun cocks

Good day, sir.

Lady Angkatell would like you
to come to the pavilion, sir,

for a glass of sherry.

Out-of-doors?

Would you care
to follow me, sir?

Merci.

My lady?

POIROT: I see that you are
playing the murder game.

Alors. Trés bien.

1 congratulate you all.

Henrietta.

Allow me, my lady.

Give that to me, Gerda.

Mademoiselle, do not --

Poirot, what's happened?

Gerda has mur--
mean --

John has been shot.

He's dead.

Isn't really my line, murder.

But the procedure, it has been
followed quite correctly.

And until the police arrive,

all we can do is to ensure
that the body, it is undisturbed

and that nobody tampers
with the evidence.

It's a -- It's a bit chilly.

Be all right if we wait in
the pavilion, wouldn't it?

Oui. Bien sar.

l can offer you a sherry.

Oh, no, no, no.
Merci.

l think it best not to touch.

- suppose we can smoke.
-Oui.

No, no, no, no.
Merci.

Very able fellow, Christow,
very able.

Slightly too able,

if you take my meaning.

just don't know
what to do about lunch.

It seems so heartless to be
sitting around a table

stuffing oneself as though
nothing had happened.

Don't worry on my account, Lucy.

Bless you, dear Edward.

Say what you will, murder
is a very awkward thing.

It upsets the servants so.

Puts the whole routine out.

And worst of all,
it was duck for lunch --

my very, very favorite.

Midgie moo, what about Gerda?

Oh, perhaps something on a tray
would be good.

I've placed sandwiches
and some coffee

in the dining room, my lady.

Oh, Gudgeon, thank you.

Gudgeon really is a jewel,
you know.

Proper, substantial sandwiches
are just as good as lunch.

And there's nothing remotely
heartless about them,

if you know what I mean.

Oh, Lucy, don't.
It's all so awful.

Oh, Midge.

EDWARD:
Don't cry, Little Midge.

-That'll do.
-Good.

HENRY: M. Poirot,
this is Inspector Grange.

1 expect you've heard
of M. Poirot.

-1 most certainly have.
-Inspector.

May I ask what brings you
to this neck of the woods?

Well, visit this neck
of the woods, Inspector,

for the weekends.

My friends persuaded me
to purchase a cottage.

It is the second one that way,
along the lane.

Are you fond of the countryside,
are you, sir?

The paysage is most agreeable,

except the trees
have this untidy habit

of dropping their leaves.

That path leads
to the lane you say?

And that path leads to the farm.

That's the way
Lady Angkatell came.

Edward Angkatell
and Miss Savernake

came out of the woods
separately,

and they were standing there
and there, yes?

Oui. It was like a mise
en scene from the theater.

I've given Gerda some brandy.

Oh, how thoughtful of you,
Henrietta.

Yes, I always remember
we were given brandy for shock

when I was a little gir!
at Ainswick.

Though, of course,

suppose it's not exactly shock
with Gerda, is it?

mean, personally,
! don't know how one would feel

if one had just murdered
one's husband,

but it wouldn't exactly
be shock, would it?

That means there would have been
no element of surprise.

Why are you so sure
that Gerda killed John?

It seems self-evident.

Why?
What else do you suggest?

Isn't it possible that Gerda
came along to the pool,

found John lying there, and had
just picked up the revolver

when we came on the scene?

Well, is this what Gerda says?

Yes.

Oh.

Well, fortunately,

duck is quite pleasant cold.

! couldn't lie down any longer.

! still can't believe
that it's real,

that John is dead.

Who could have killed him?

Who could possibly
have killed John?

{ Door opens

This is my wife,
Inspector Grange.

GRANGE:
Lady Angkatell.

! was hoping to have a word
with Mrs. Christow.

Well, there she is.

-Mrs. Christow?
-GERDA: Yes.

I'm Gerda Christow.

! should just like
to ask you a few --

He was a wonderful doctor.

So kind, so unselfish.

The best of husbands.

Who could have wanted
to kill him?

What exactly happened,
Mrs. Christow?

It was all so sudden.

! went out from the house

and along the path
to the swimming pool.

What time was this?

About two minutes to 1:00.

l noticed the clock.

And when I got there,

there was John lying there...
and blood.

Did you hear a shot?

Yes.

No.

Oh, I don't know.

Sir Henry and Edward
were out shooting.

! just saw John and blood
and a revolver,

and I picked up the revolver.

Why?

1 beg your pardon?

GRANGE:
Why did you pick it up?

1 don't know.

Shouldn't I have?

So you have decided that
Mme. Christow shot her husband?

Don't you think she did it?

It could have happened
as she said.

Yes, it could have,

but it's a very thin story.

They all think she did it.

And you thought she'd done it,
didn't you,

when you first
arrived on the scene?

! am not sure what ! thought.

Something was not exactement
as it should have been.

GRANGE:
What's that?

Looks like leatherwork, sir.

Oh, right.

Sir, we've got the weapon.

GRANGE:
Go ahead. Pick it up.

It's been in the pool.

Destroyed any fingerprints
that might have been on it.

Yes, it comes
from my collection.

It's my hobby, Inspector.

GRANGE:
When did you last see this one?

Yesterday afternoon.

We were doing
some target practice.

And who actually fired the gun
on that occasion?

think we all had
at least one shot with it.

-Including Gerda Christow?
-Including Gerda Christow.

And after the shooting,
it was over?

! put the firearm
back in its usual place.

GUDGEON:
Will Sir Henry be requiring
a late supper, my lady?

There is some duck left over.

No, Gudgeon.

He's driving Mrs. Christow
up to London as we speak.

He'll be staying at his club.

Oh, Gudgeon, about those eggs,

! meant to write the date
on them, as per usual,

but because of the carfuffle,
could you kindly ask cook?

I'll see to it myself, my lady.

Oh, bless you, Gudgeon.

MIDGE: Do you think Gerda
will be all right?

Oh, yes.

She'll probably send for some
old school friend of hers.

She's probably got
three or four.

l can just see them.

Strapping hockey-playing types
from Tunbridge Wells.

What extraordinary things
you do say, Lucy.

Very well. Eastborne lacrosse,
if you insist.

! wonder if there are any left.

School friends?

No, policemen.

Don't they normally leave one
hovering in the hall

or outside peeking behind a bush
watching the door

in case another murder
is committed in the night?

Oh, Lucy, don't.

I'm so sorry.
How stupid of me.

Of course, Gerda’s on her way
back to London.

Oh, dear.

1 didn't mean...

Tomorrow I think it's best
if you telephone the shop

and just tell them
about the inquest.

Just say you're staying on here
for a few days.

! haven't said anything,
but...

you do know how sorry I am.

Sorry that John Christow's gone?

You didn't like John.

He and ! hadn't much in common.

You had me in common.

Henrietta, for God's sake,
no need to be like that.

What did you think I'd be like?

Did you think I'd sit and cry
into a pocket handkerchief

while you held my hand?

You're nice enough, Edward,

but, honestly, you are...

inadequate.

{ Telephone ringing J

Hello? Yes?

M. Poirot,
we could use your brains.

-Join us, would you?
-POIROT: Bon.

{ Clears throat

So...

which of the ladies
did this wrap belong to?

! take it, sir, you're referring
to the cape of arctic fox.

noticed it yesterday

when I took the sherry
out to the pavilion,

but it is not the property of
anyone in this establishment.

Well, whose is it, then?

It might possibly belong
to Miss Cray,

the motion-picture actress.

She paid a visit after dinner
the night before last

for the purpose of borrowing
some matches, sir.

Did she take away six boxes?

That is correct, sir.

Servants.
They're the devil, aren't they?

Still,
Sir Henry identified the gun,

which means that all
Mrs. Christow had to do

was to get it from the study.

Don't you agree?

And her motive?
What is that?

Motive?
Jealousy, I'd say.

La jalousie.

Peut-étre.

Well, you know
these fancy doctors.

He's probably giving one
of his rich lady patients

a good see-to.

Lady Angkatell mentioned
some trouble with a nurse,

but she was a bit vague.

Yes, she would be vague.

I'm taking the train
up to London,

drop into Harley Street.
Do you care to join me?

1 don't remember
any quarrels, no.

Mrs. Christow was devoted
to her husband,

quite slavishly so.

Tyrannical, was he?

No, but he was what I would call
a selfish man.

He took it for granted
that Mrs. Christow

would always fall in
with his ideas.

You organized his appointments,
Miss Collins.

Any difficulty with patients --
lady patients?

He had an excellent manner
with patients.

Yes, but any hanky-panky?

MISS COLLINS:
Certainly not.

What about Mlle. Veronica Cray?

Veronica Cray?

Well, we believe she was
a friend of Dr. Christow.

Do you mean the actress?
! had no idea he knew her.

Have you any theories as to who
might have killed Dr. Christow?

Absolutely none at all,
Inspector.

When the body was discovered,

Mme. Christow was standing
beside it

with a revolver in her hand.

Look, I don't know who you are,

but if you think Gerda Christow
killed her husband,

you are categorically wrong.

{ Knock on door, door opens

It's the inspector,
Mrs. Christow.

Oh, thank you, Colly.

Good afternoon.

My friend Elsie --
! mean, Mrs. Patterson.

Ma'am.

This is M. Poirot.

Have you found out
who killed him?

No, not yet, ma‘am.

Was it you, Mrs. Christow?

PATTERSON:
That's unfair!

Why must you persecute
the poor woman?

Excusez-moi,
but perhaps Mme. Christow

would prefer
to speak for herself.

It was not me.
No.

It is a hard thing to kill
the one you love, n'est-ce pas?

A very hard thing,
! should imagine.

1 couldn't do it.

Train wheels screech

Ballistics report, sir.

Thought you'd want it
right away.

Have a look at that, Poirot.

Merci, madame.

GRANGE: So the ballistics report
proves that the gun in the pool

was not the one
that killed John Christow.

I've spoken to Sir Henry.

He says that there is a gun
missing from his collection.

A .38 Smith & Wesson,
brown holster.

! think this whole thing
could be a frame-up

set to implicate Gerda Christow.

But if that was so,

why not leave the right revolver
lying by the body?

But she might not
have picked it up.

And it is possible, Inspector,

that the murderer
might be someone

who wanted to kill Dr. Christow,

but did not want to implicate
Gerda Christow.

Hmm. Well, they're going
a funny way about it.

l mean, we suspected her
right from the start.

Oui, mon ami, very swiftly,
you suspected her.

Oh, now, look, Poirot,
you were an eyewitness.

You saw everything.

Oui, 1 saw, but the eyes are
witnesses most unreliable.

Sometimes the eyes, they see
what they are meant to see.

You saying it was arranged?

There was something about

the tableau of the people
around the pool.

It was false, and I cannot
place my finger on what.

There were three people.

Lady Angkatell,

M. Edward Angkatell,

and Henrietta Savernake.

Henrietta.

POIROT: And any one of
these three people

could have shot Dr. Christow
before Mme. Christow arrived,

could have retreated
up one of the paths

and turned around and returned.

Blimey. You're right.

But there is also another
possibility, Inspector.

Someone could have come along
the path from the lane,

then fired the shot...

and gone back the same way.

You're dead right.

And that could have been
Miss Veronica Cray.

A crime of passion.
Bingo.

-You have interviewed her?
-GRANGE: Yes, I have.

Christow went to visit her
that morning.

They had a fight.
! spoke to the maid.

Cray said to him,

"! hate you more than I ever
thought I could hate anyone."

Very interesting.

And it was her fur coat
in the pavilion?

Yes, it was.

She must have left it there

when she went in
to borrow the matches.

But I do not believe she went
there to borrow the matches.

She could have had the matches
from me and saved the walk.

No, no, she was nervous on
account of you being foreign.

Eh bien.

Santé.

Oh, santé. Giggles }

You know something about
human nature, don't you?

I know a little
about human nature.

Inspector Grange
has got it into his head

that I quarreled
with John Christow

on the day he died.

And did you?

! hadn't seen John for 12 years.

But the real truth
is so fantastic

that I'm certain a guy
like Grange won't believe it.

But I think
you might understand.

! am flattered, mademoiselle.

Actually, I'm married.

Madame.

12 years ago, John was very much
in love with me,

even obsessively so.

Wanted me to give up acting,

give up having a life of my own,

even a mind of my own.

Oh, he was so possessive
and domineering,

l felt ! couldn't
go through with it,

and I broke off the engagement.

I'm afraid he took that
rather hard.

When we came back here
on Saturday night,

the whole thing blew up again.

He went mad.
Quite literally mad.

He wanted to leave his wife
and children.

He wanted me
to divorce my husband.

He wanted us
to get back together.

He'd carried a torch for me
all these years.

Oh, we argued and argued,
and in the end,

l had to send him back
to the hollow.

Next morning, he returned.

! told him it was impossible.
He insisted.

1 said I didn't love him,
! could never love him,

and I begged him not to ruin
my life a second time.

! had to be brutal.

Yes, I --

l did say that I hated him.

So we parted in anger and...

now he's dead.

It is a tragedy.

Oh, undoubtedly.

Do you think I should say
any of this at the inquest?

! mean, his wife...

! cannot see that it has
any bearing on the inquest.

It is private,

and perhaps it should remain so.

Got something out of the
kitchen maid, sir, Simmons.

She says that on
Sunday afternoon,

she saw the butler
walk across the hall

with a revolver in his hand.

I'm very sorry, sir.

l suppose ! ought to have
mentioned the occurrence.

At about 5:30 p.m.,

! noticed a revolver
lying upon the hall table.

! picked it up
and brought it in here.

There was a gap on the shelf,

so I replaced it
where it belonged.

Which one, Gudgeon?

GUDGEON:
Uh...

this one, sir.

POIROT:
But that is not a revolver.

That is an automatic pistol.

I'm very sorry, sir.

I'm afraid I'm not fully
cognizant with firearms.

Sir Henry, I'll have to have it
checked for fingerprints.

Oh, ! doubt there will be
any fingerprints, sir.

Why not?

Because I polished it
with my handkerchief

before replacing it, sir.

Why the devil did you do that?

l fancied it might be dusty,
sir.

LUCY: Ohl!

How nice to see you, M. Poirot.

But, oh, dear me, there's
a poor girl in the kitchen

simply sobbing her heart out.

What have you been telling them
about a pistol, Gudgeon?

Never mind.
It doesn't matter.

I'll explain everything.
You may go.

Dear, poor Gudgeon.

He tries so hard to protect us

from any kind of trouble
or annoyance.

It's really quite
feudal here, do you know?

But he didn't find the pistol
in the hall at all.

No, no, no, no.

He found it
when he took out the eggs.

Eggs? What eggs?

You see, ! went down to the farm
to collect the eggs.

! put the pistol
in the egg basket,

and then I put the new eggs
on top of the pistol.

When I came back and saw
John laying there,

well -- unwell --

l had a bit of a shock and
almost dropped the lot of it.

Dear, sweet Gudgeon, as per
usual, sprang to my rescue.

Later on, ! wanted to write
the date on the eggs.

Otherwise, you see,

you tend to eat the fresher eggs
before the older ones,

and that simply will not do.

And then Gudgeon told me
he had taken care of everything.

And which pistol was that,
Lady Angkatell?

That was the Mauser .25.

And why did you put it
into the basket?

Oh, I knew you were going to
ask me that, M. Poirot.

Of course,
! must have had a reason,

mustn't I, Henry?

! mean, there must have been
some idea

whirring about in my head
in order for me

to have put the Mauser into the
egg basket in the first place.

My wife
is extremely absentminded.

Sir Henry, if 1 may
ask you a question,

how many people in general know

that the police
can identify a gun

by the little marks
on the bullet?

Oh, ! think that's pretty well
common knowledge nowadays,
Poirot.

l was just taking the dog
for a walk.

! love peeking
in people's houses.

Do you mind if I take a look?

Certainly, mademoiselle.
Enter, if you please.

! would be most grateful,
however,

if the dog might be
kept outside.

How beautifully tidy.

You'd hate my studio.

There's clay all over the place
and glaze and paint pots.

Oh, but ! understand.
You're an artist.

Aren't you an artist, too,
M. Poirot?

On the whole, ! would say...

No.

! have known crimes
that were artistic,

supreme exercises
of the imagination,

but the solving of them, no.

No, the creative power
is not what is needed.

What is required is a passion
for the truth.

And once you have the truth,

once you have knowledge,
is that enough,

or do you have to go
a step further

and translate knowledge
into action?

Why did you come here,
Mile. Savernake?

As I said, ! was taking the dog
for a walk.

It is odd that I have not
noticed a dog

on my visits to the Angkatells.

Ah.

That might be because
they haven't got one.

1 borrowed the gardener's.

Don't actually like
animals much.

Dogs, horses --
horrible smelly things.

I'm not, M. Poirot,

terribly truthful.

No.

But ! think
that you have integrity.

The inquest is tomorrow.

Is it necessary, do you think,

the police should know that
was John Christow's mistress?

POIROT:
You were lovers?

! do not think that the police

will have any difficulty
in discovering this.

suppose not.

But why should Gerda bear
the added burden?

She adored John,
and now he's dead.

! didn't break up
his married life.

l was one of a procession,

along with Veronica Cray
and all the others.

-So he was like that?
-HENRIETTA: No.

He was a noble man.

A fine man.

He was doing vital research
into a debilitating disease.

It's called Ridgeway's.
There's no known cure.

He'd been working on it
night and day for months.

His curiosity,

his determination.

Oh, I wish I could
make you understand.

But I do understand.

-Really?
-Mmm.

You mentioned Veronica Cray.

She was always a friend
of Dr. Christow?

They were engaged to be married
12 years ago.

-Were they?
-Look, I'll make it simple.

Veronica was and is

a bitch of the first order.

She wanted John
to give up medicine

and go and live with her
in California,

so he broke off the engagement

and subsequently married Gerda.

He had a number of affairs,

which Gerda knew nothing about,

but he never really
got over Veronica.

And last Saturday night,

they met for the first time
in 12 years.

He went out to see her home,

and he returned to the hollow
at 3:00 a.m.

Yes. How do you know?

The housemaid had a toothache.

Lucy has far too many servants.

And how is it that you know?

l was watching out my window.

With a toothache, mademoiselle?

Quite another kind of ache,
M. Poirot.

If you see me with a pistol
in my hand, Simmons,

the proper thing to do
is to come to me and say,

"Mr. Gudgeon,
would you be so kind

as to give me an explanation?"

{ Crying
Yes, Mr. Gudgeon.

The improper thing to do is
to go babbling to the police.

That is common.

{ Sobbing

Now where would her ladyship be

if we all ran around doing
things like that, hmm?

Lucy, why did you take
the pistol?

I'm not entirely sure, Henry.

1 do recall, though,
waking up that morning

with some sort of a premonition
that there might --

just might -- be some
kind of accident.

Who might have had an accident?

Well, obviously, John Christow.

One does feel awful sorry,
of course,

and one does tend
to blame oneself.

-Good God, Lucy.
-Oh, Henry.

Oh, Henry.

Oh, Henry,

! am so dreadfully worried
about Ainswick.

lf Edward never marries --

And he won't, you know,
if Henrietta turns him down --

it'll all die out.

It will.

They'll break it up

and sell it off
in little, tiny pieces.

Lucy.

Does it really, honestly matter?

Of course it matters.

Ainswick is my home.

It's all our land.

No, somebody had
to get rid of him.

Lucy, you didn't.

Don't be such a fool.

Do you really believe
for one moment

that ! would have shot him?

l invited him here, Henry.

One doesn't ask guests down
for the weekend

and then start
bumping them off.

POIROT: Did your aunt
like John Christow?

Lucy?
Lucy's a cousin, not an aunt.

Yes, she liked him very much.

And your also cousin,
M. Edward Angkatell,

did he like Dr. Christow?

Not particularly.

And do they like Mme. Christow?

It's not a matter of liking her.

-She's family.
-ls she?

We're not all rich, you know.

Gerda's from a branch
of rather humble Angkatells.

She's tolerated,
I think it's fair to say,

because she's one of us.

And your understanding
of tolerance,

that would be to sleep
with her husband?

Why did you take the revolver

out of the hand
of Mme. Christow

and drop it into the pool?

Gerda's very clumsy.

She might have fired it
and hurt someone.

But you are not clumsy, are you?

Yet you dropped it.

If there were fingerprints
on that revolver --

That is to say
fingerprints made on it

before Mme. Christow
handled it --

it would have been interesting
to know whose they were.

Meaning that you think
they were mine.

You're suggesting
that I shot John

and then left the revolver
beside him

so that Gerda could
come along and pick it up.

But if I'd done that, give me
credit for enough intelligence

to have wiped
my own prints off first.

Mademoiselle, you have
enough intelligence to know

that if there were
no fingerprints on the revolver

other than those
of Mme. Christow,

it would have been
tres remarquable

because you were all shooting
the revolver the day before.

And there is something else
that we have just discovered.

We now know that the revolver
that was dropped into the pool

was not the revolver
that killed John Christow.

He was shot
with a quite different gun.

And you think that I shot him.

When he was dying,
John Christow said, "Henrietta."

l told you we were lovers.

Ah, yes, of course.
He was your lover.

So as he is dying,
he says, "Henrietta."

Very touching.

don't think
there is any need to sneer.

! am not sneering, but I do
not like being lied to.

I've admitted
that I'm not very truthful.

But I don't kill people,
M. Poirot.

Gerda?

Gerda?

Poor dear Gerda,
! am so sorry.

Not getting too little sleep,
! trust.

What is an adjournment?
You must be famished.

Why not come back to the hollow
for lunch?

I'm taking Gerda directly home.

She needs rest and quiet,
not this.

{ Engine turns over

EDWARD: What did they see
in Christow?

That wretched woman looks
completely heartbroken.

Poor devil.

Are you all packed?

I'm getting a lift up to town.
All set.

Come on, Midge.
Bye, Edward.

Bye.

HENRY: Edward?

Ooh! Damn cold!

It is, rather.

What's this one?

It looks a bit like Gerda,
cowed and hunched.

She modeled for me.

Don't you dare tell her
that's what I ended up with.

l call it "The Worshipper."

MIDGE:
Well, who's she worshipping?

John.

Do you understand all that
business with the second gun?

No, but it lets Gerda
off the hook, doesn't it?

Let's have some tea and toast

and I'll run you back
to your digs.

£ I'll be content J

¢ In the gloaming,
by the fireside J

J Every hour
will be well spent J

J We'll see our... I

Mademoiselle, do not --

LUCY: Gerda has mur--
I mean --

GERDA:
John has been shot.

He's dead.

Edward, Midge,
how wonderful to see you both.

LUCY: My, my, my.

He rescued me.

It was frightfully romantic.

! was whisked out of the shop

and taken to lunch
at the Conord.

And do you know what?

never went back.

EDWARD: I'm a dull dog, I know.
I'm not much good at anything.

! just read books, putter about.

Midge has agreed to come
to Ainswick and be my wife,

and nothing
could make me happier.

Off-white satin, I think.
Don't you?

And an ivory prayer book.
What about bridesmaids?

! don't want a fuss.
Just a quiet wedding.

1 quite agree with you.
They never match, do they?

There's always one
rather plain one

who seems to ruin
the whole effect.

Absolutely dozens of them

out there poking about
in the woods,

making merry havoc
with all the pheasants.

MIDGE:
Why are they still here?

They're searching for the
missing revolver, Midge.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Good morning, M. Poirot.

Will they find it, do you think?

POIROT:
Oh, quite soon, I should say.

You have returned very suddenly
from London, mademoiselle.

There's a party
for Midge and Edward,

who, believe it or not,
are getting married.

Why? Did you think the murderer

was returning
to the scene of the crime?

You know, it has seemed to me
from the very beginning

that either this crime
was very simple --

so simple that it was
very difficult

to believe in its simplicity --

or else it was very complex.

And that is to say

that we are contending
against a mind

that is capable of inventions

that are intricate
and ingenious,

so that every time we seem to be
heading towards the truth,

we are actually being
led away from it.

A mind that is subtle
and, yes, very ingenious,

which is plotting against us
the whole time and succeeding.

What is that to do with me?

It is a creative mind,
mademoiselle.

This is a strange tree.

HENRIETTA:
It's Yggdrasil,

a memento of my childhood.

1 draw it everywhere --
just doodling, you know.

But I have seen it before
in the pavilion by the pool.

In the pavilion?

POIROT: Where it must have been
drawn on Sunday morning.

Oh, yes, on a little table.

That was on Saturday afternoon.

No, no, no.

It was not there when Gudgeon
brought out the sherry glasses.

Must have been Sunday afternoon.

No.

Because Grange's men did not
leave the area until dusk.

Oh, yes, ! remember.
It was after dinner on Saturday.

No, no, no, Mile. Savernake.

People do not doodle
in the dark.

No, I think that you were there
in the pavilion on Sunday

when Gudgeon brought out
the sherry glasses.

! think you stood by the table,
watching someone,

waiting for someone,
and you doodled.

didn't go down to the pool
until 1:00,

just after John Christow
had been shot.

But Yggdrasil
testifies against you.

You were there,
and you shot Dr. Christow,

or you were there,
and you saw who did.

This is outrageous.

Do you think you are
cleverer than I?

GRANGE: And the inquest
resumes tomorrow,

and all I've got is vague
suspicions leading nowhere.

Uh-huh.
Nowhere instead of somewhere.

That is it.

Do you know, half the time,

! think those Angkatells
know all about it.

Oh, they do know all about it.

Henrietta Savernake?

Nothing from her either.

She went straight back
to Chelsea.

I've been through her studio
with a fine-tooth comb,

but there's no gun.

Just a lot of
arty-farty stuff --

sculptures,
funny-looking horses,

bits of wood and metal.

Horses, did you say?

Well, one horse,
if you can call it a horse.

A horse?

Yeah, what's so fascinating
about that?

No, it is just a point
of psychology, Inspector.

How quickly
can you get me up to London?

What are you looking for, sir?

This.

The horse.

Merci.

It's quite good, actually.

No.

No.

Merci.

Mr. Poirot?!

{ Grunting J

Mile. Savernake
does not like horses.

Voila.

I think that this will prove
to be the murder weapon.

So Miss Savernake did it.

No.

Looks a bit bloody likely.

No, Mile. Savernake is not,

in my estimation, a murderer.

So let us keep quiet

about our discovery for
the time being, Inspector,

and watch and...

let us be intelligent.

Is her ladyship at home?

You will find Lady Angkatell
in the potting shed, sir.

Merci.

Sir, if 1 might,
the inquest is concluded --

murder by person or persons
unknown.

Is it necessary to trouble
her ladyship any further, sir?

Lady Angkatell.

Ah, M. Poirot.

Tell me, what are your views
on compost?

have come to offer you
apologies

for all the inconvenience
you have suffered.

It's high time to put
a full stop to the whole thing.

You do understand me, don't you?

I'm not sure that I do,
Lady Angkatell.

Oh, come, come, Poirot.

You understand perfectly.

Since Inspector Grange

has failed to find
the murder weapon,

why, he'll have to let
the whole thing drop.

You, ! daresay, won't.

No, I shall not let it drop.

What if you were told the truth?

Would you like to tell me
the truth?

Oh, M. Poirot, ! would love
to tell you the truth.

Then, of course,
we could all agree

that, well, John Christow
is over and done with.

Could we, madame?

You really are very foreign,
aren't you?

Are you quite sure you have
not forgotten something,

Lady Angkatell?

Suddenly, it just came upon me
in a mighty rush

that you --

Henrietta, you might
have overlooked it.

! could be wrong, of course,

and could have dealt
with everything

absolutely beautifully,

but since you never
mentioned it,

-I'm a trifle concerned that --
-What's the matter, Lucy?

-LUCY: It's the holster.
-What?

Oh, Henrietta, the holster.

The gun was in the holster.

Yes, Collins.

It's Miss Savernake, ma’am.

Holster.
Gerda, where is the holster?

You must give me the holster,
and then you'll be safe.

Not completely safe.

HENRIETTA:
Poirot.

How did you --

POIROT:
Sometimes the fastest car

it is not fast enough,
mademoiselle.

Well, not when it races
against the brain.

Where are the children?

Elsie’s taken them to the zoo.

Thank heaven for that.

1 know that you killed
your husband, madame.

Yes.

! did.

Why did you do it, Gerda?

Why did you kill John?

{ Voice breaking
Because it was all a lie.

Everything.

thought he was the noblest man
in the world.

But ! saw his face

when he followed that woman
that evening.

1 Knew he'd loved her
before he married me,

but I thought...

... thought it was over.

! tried to sleep,
but I couldn't.

It was the middle of the night.

l had to know.

They were there.

! could hear them.

John...

..and Veronica Cray.

Veronica moaning }

Oh, John!
Oh! Oh!

Oh, God!

Yes!

! believed in him
as though he were God.

! worshipped him.

And it was all a lie.

! had to kill him.

You do see that.

l had to.

I'm not quite so stupid
as everyone thinks.

! Knew I could kill John, and
the police would never know,

because I! read in his novel

how they can tell
which guns fire the bullet.

So I took two.

Sir Henry had shown me how
to load and fire the day before.

It was easy.

HENRY: You shut the cylinder
back into the frame,

and you're ready for shooting.

{ Gun cocks

I'd shoot John with one
and then hide it

and let them find me
holding the other.

But I forgot about
the leather thing,

the holster.

forgot about it, too.

! also forgot.

The memory, it is selective,
n'est-ce pas?

And then I heard
Inspector Grange

mention again this holster,
this holster of leather,

and I remembered where
! had seen it before.

GRANGE:
What's that?

MAN:
Looks like leatherwork, sir.

Where is your bag full
of leatherwork, madame?

Oh...

think it's in the surgery.

The surgery?

I sit there...

in his chair.

I'll fetch it for you, shall I?

Sil vous plait.

But, madame...

Oh, I'm not going anywhere.

Don't worry.

When you return to your studio,
I'm afraid you will discover

that one of your sculptures
it has been destroyed.

It is the sculpture
of the head of the horse.

It may have worked,
mademoiselle,

had you not told to me how much
you detested the creatures.

! know that you were
helped by your family

once they knew
what you wanted done.

Henrietta.

Isn't it possible that Gerda
came along to the pool,

found John lying there,

and had just picked up
the revolver

when we came on the scene?

Well, is this what Gerda says?

Yes.

POIROT: But why did you
want it done, mademoiselle?

Because John asked me to.

That's what he meant
when he said, "Henrietta."

He was asking me
to protect Gerda,

and he knew that I'd do
anything he wanted

because I loved him.

Oh.

Oui.

1 began to realize the truth

when I saw that there
was a pattern --

a pattern to implicate everyone

other than Gerda Christow.

You deliberately
planted Yggdrasil

to catch my attention and bring
yourself under suspicion.

! put the pistol
in the egg basket,

and then I put the new eggs
on top of the pistol.

Oh, ! doubt there will be
any fingerprints, sir.

Because I polished it
with my handkerchief

before replacing it, sir.

And Lady Angkatell
and the family,

oh, they closed ranks
and colluded

because there is only
one thing to do

if you want to clear
from suspicion

the person
who is actually guilty.

Suggest guilt elsewhere,

but never localize it.

-Vite.
-HENRIETTA: Oh, my God!

Gerda!

Gerda!

Gerda?

Help her, for God's sake.

It is too late.

Potassium cyanide.

The wife of a doctor,

she knew exactly what to do.

What happens to me now?

Go, my child.

Your place is with the living.

! will remain here
with the dead.

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