All language subtitles for Agatha.Christies.Poirot.s02e07.The.Adventure.of.the.Cheap.Flat.1990.Bluray.720p.HEVC.x265.sharpysword

Aah!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Come on, copper!

Are you gonna let her have it?!

Come on!

Come on, copper!
Come on out and get it!

Let go!

Aaaah!

It's all over, Poirot.
You can open your eyes now.

Hastings, this is the last time.

You behave yourself!

Stop that noise!

Go on.
Off you go.

You might not like it,
Poirot, but you can't ignore it.

It's part of our lives.
A window on the world.

Barbaric.

I care not
for this type of criminal,

nor for the detectives
of the United States

who shoot first
and ask the questions later.

Aw, come on, Poirot.

It's not all machine guns
and mobsters.

In fact, when it comes
to criminal investigation,

the FBI are second to none.

Well, except for Scotland Yard,
of course.

Yes, well, I'll let you know
soon enough

if they live up
to their reputation.

They're sending us
one of their agents over

on temporary assignment.

Mon Dieu.

Does that mean
that the gangsters of America

are preparing to stalk
the streets of London?

No fear.

No, it's a spy case
of some kind.

He's following up a lead
over here,

and I've got to work with him.

I hope he does not take after
his film counterpart,

M. Brick Davis.

For me, the party tonight
of your friend M. Parker

will be excitement enough.

This can't be the place, surely.

There must have been
some kind of mistake.

"Campden Hill Gate."

Well, for �80 a year, they must
be subletting the boiler room.

"Five-room flat
with all modern conveniences."

Number 6 is on the first floor.

Come on, James.

Don't tell me.
Number 6 -- the cheap flat.

Don't waste your time, dear.
It's been let.

And rude.

The moment I uttered my name,

they slammed the door
in my face.

Stella.

Perhaps they just didn't like
the look of her.

Good evening.

-We understand --
-Name?

Robinson.
Mr. and Mrs. Robinson.

-We were hop--
-Ah.

Thank you.

It was like a melting frost.

All smiles, she ushered us in,
and we were shown over the flat.

Which was terrific.
We're moving in right away.

Well, perhaps it's haunted,
the scene of a grisly murder.

Oh, don't.

At that price,
she can haunt away.

How about our detective friends?

M. Poirot, you're the expert.
What do you think?

Sir?

Unfortunately, in the matter
of ghosts, I am no expert.

Madam?

But there are two things
which are odd, you see.

The flat had been advertised
for some time.

Well, strange when you consider
how low the rent was.

Well, you'd seen
the advertisement before

and didn't bother with it.

We thought it was a hoax.

Eventually we only went
out of curiosity.

We thought,
as we were in the area --

Precisely.

That's just what
everyone else thought.

But why was that other woman
turned away

just before we called,

and yet we were welcomed
with open arms?

Aha. Yes.

Oh, come on, Arthur.
How do you get out of that one?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

She must have gone
to the wrong flat.

You see, Captain Hastings
can explain every mystery.

Thank you, Miss Lemon.

-Morning, Poirot.
-Good morning.

Morning, Miss Lemon.

Mr. Poirot's been telling me
about your skillful deductions

at Teddy Parker's party
last night.

You know, Poirot,
I sometimes think

you don't give me credit
where it's due.

I know it all seemed
rather simplistic to you,

but I was merely being tactful.

-Tactful?
-Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

The Robinsons have overlooked
something in their agreement.

They'll find out what it is
soon enough.

I just hope it doesn't come
as too much of a shock.

I see.

Well, Hastings,
I'm glad that you show concern

for the problem
of the Robinsons.

It will make our inquiries
all the more worthwhile.

-Inquiries?
-What inquiries?

Come, Hastings,
before you become buried

in the pages of the racing.

I can't see why
you want to waste your time

on such a trivial matter.

Hastings, you do surprise me.

I am well aware
that this modest case

has not the same dramatic appeal

as the dealings of M. Cagney
and his G-men.

Even so, it is a mystery
and worthy of our attention.

Ah.

Thank you.

So this dame thinks

she's heading for the hand-off.

What she ain't thinking is,

Federal Agent Burt
is playing for the home team.

And with the FBI quarterbacking

and you guys from Scotland Yard
running interference,

she ain't gonna make 5 yards,
never mind a touchdown, right?

-Touchdown?
-Right.

Let's move our butts.

All right, lads.
We'll reassemble at midday.

Poirot, this is
Federal Agent Burt.

May I introduce
Hercule Poirot,

the private detective,

and his associate,
Captain Hastings.

The American crime buster, huh?

Japp, I hope you're not
so short of manpower,

you're hiring a shamus.

What are they good for?
Chasing lost dogs.

This is a matter
of international security

we're dealing with here.

I have no intention
of hiring anyone, Burt.

And if you must know,

Mr. Poirot here
has an outstanding reputation.

Oh.
A gumshoe of distinction.

And I suppose Al Capone's
running for president.

Yeah. Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So what?

All right.
So keep trying.

Oh, you heard what?

Listen, pal, don't give me
this Brotherhood garbage,

'cause it's all smoke,
you understand?

This, uh,
liaison transatlantique

does not live up
to its expectations?

Basically, to use a technical
term, it's a disaster.

He's taken over my office,
my secretary, and my car.

Now he wants my best men to
stake out the Italian Embassy.

Stake out?

Clandestine surveillance
'round-the-clock.

If the London underworld
find out

that half my division are tied
down, they'll have a field day.

Quite so. But why this need
for surveillance?

Six months ago, a minor clerk
stole the blueprints

for a new submarine
from the U.S. Admiralty.

There could be
serious consequences

if they fall
into the wrong hands.

It could be a catastrophe.

The one thing Il Duce lacks
is a strong navy.

Exactly.

And, apparently, with half
a dozen of these submarines,

he could control
the Mediterranean.

The FBI's found out that
a woman's got the blueprints,

and she's come to London
to sell them.

Aha.
Now I remember.

Was it not the Romero affair?

La femme fatale who dared to
double-cross the Mafia, huh?

Was she not at some point
in her career a canary?

-A canary?
-Yes. That's right.

A dance-band singer.

What Mr. Burt calls
a "chantoozie."

Good grief.

Really, Hastings,
you must try to keep up

with the modern idioms, huh?

And she is here now?

Jim, step into my office
for a minute, please.

I've had a word with O'Brien.

He's expecting you
down in the records office.

Sorry about the delay, sir.
There's a few Robinsons on file.

The Robinsons we've got
are a drunk and disorderly,

an assault
on a member of the clergy,

and a throwing stones

with intent to do damage
to the railway.

Nothing on a Stella
or James Robinson.

You see? They're just
a nice, innocent couple.

During the last six months,

can you recall any crime
as yet unsolved

where the chief suspects
might be a young couple?

Nothing comes to mind
immediately, sir.

There's that Bonnie and Clyde,
of course.

But they're at large somewhere
in the American Midwest.

And let us hope
that is where they remain.

But they're friends of Parker's.

I've known Parker
since we were at school.

He doesn't have friends
who are criminals.

-Ah.
-Uh, M. Poirot?

-Ah, M. Paul. Good morning.
-Good morning.

This is my associate,
Captain Hastings.

Good morning.

-Shall we go in?
-Thank you.

Magnificent facade.

-Yes, it is.
-Yes, indeed.

One of the finest I have seen
in London.

M. Paul, are all the apartments
in this block

of the same layout?

Yes, Detective.

This is the sitting room.

It's been designed
to the highest standard.

Here, for example, is the latest
in inset electric fires.

Fully built in and with
a one- or two-bar option.

It's very tasteful.
Don't you think?

Yes, indeed.

Poirot, you're not gonna learn
any more about the Robinsons

by looking 'round an empty flat.

Hastings, it is always wise to
make a thorough inspection

before arriving
at the final decision.

I don't follow you.

Hastings, I have
the sudden desire

to take an apartment
in Campden Hill Gate.

This apartment.

The kitchen has been equipped
with the most modern appliances.

Every shelf and cupboard
has been discreetly fitted

to provide an environment

delightful to even
the most particular of cooks.

M. Paul, tell me --

For what purpose
is this little doorway?

It's for the dustbins.

They're collected twice weekly
from the back stairwell.

Ah.

It would appear
that the architects

have thought of
every convenience.

Why don't you examine the place
at your leisure?

-I'll wait for you downstairs.
-You are most kind.

Not at all.
Take your time.

Think of the expense, Poirot.

Six guineas a week.

Ah, but that is a small cost,
Hastings,

to pursue the mystery
of great intrigue.

Intrigue?

It'll probably turn out to be
something perfectly simple.

Eccentric landlady
moved to benevolence

by plight of homeless newlyweds.

But this does not explain,
Hastings,

why the cheap flat below this

had been advertised for so long
and nobody took it.

Well, perhaps they all found
something wrong with it.

And the Robinsons did not?

Did they strike you as being the
gullible young couple, Hastings?

No, they didn't.

So we may assume that they
possessed a special quality

that the others
were lacking, no?

They're just an ordinary couple.

Voil�.
There lies the intrigue.

-Good day, sir.
-Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

M. Paul, I think
that the apartment

is exactly what I want,

and I will
take possession immediately.

You made a wise decision.

These flats won't be
on the market for very long,

and the rent is very reasonable
by today's standard.

Taxi!

Yes, but not as reasonable
as that of the Robinsons'.

-Oh, you know the Robinsons?
-Oh, yes, indeed.

In fact, they have
just moved in.

Is that not so?

The Robinsons?
In number 6?

They moved in six months ago.

Splendid party
the other night.

Glad you enjoyed it, old boy.

Those Robinsons seemed
very pleasant.

What does he do? Do you know?
Mr. Robinson?

Do? I'm not sure.
Hasn't been in town long.

Salt of the earth, though.

Where are they from?

I don't know.
Out of town somewhere.

So, how do you know them, then?

Well, that was a bit odd,
as a matter of fact.

-Yes?
-Yes.

Veronica and I
were at the theater,

and we'd ordered some drinks
for the interval.

And when we got there, there
were these people drinking them.

-Really?
-Absolutely.

Well, it seems we'd ordered
the same drinks.

Our little chitty said number 6,
and theirs was number 9,

only it was upside down.

Dashed awkward
for a moment there.

I see.

Hastings, you're late.

I had a bit of a run-in
with the doorman.

Thought he wasn't gonna let me
into the building.

Really?

Well, it seems there's been some
foreign fellow hanging around

asking questions
about the Robinsons.

Wasn't you, was it?

Certainly not.

It is probably the man
who has been watching the flats.

Watching the flats?

Maybe they're not as innocent
as they seem.

Suppose they're tied up in some
shady import-export business?

Drugs. White slavery.

Hastings, you have
the most fertile imagination.

Well, nobody seems to know where
the Robinsons have come from.

Parker doesn't know
anything about them at all.

Perhaps they've just returned
from abroad.

If this is true, Hastings,

you will soon have
the opportunity to find out.

But now, please,
we must begin our work.

Oh, and, Hastings,
please bring my valise.

Right.

Now, Hastings,
I am about to enter

the flat of the Robinsons after
the method of the dustbins.

You're going to
break into their flat?

No, no, no, no, no.

Not break in, precisely,
mon ami.

But I have to provide for later.

But, Poirot,
it's Saturday afternoon.

They're bound to be at home.

That is exactly what I'm hoping,
mon ami,

because you are
about to play the role

of the friendly neighbor

who just happens to be
passing by.

I want you to keep
the young couple occupied

while I perform my task.

Wouldn't it be easier to wait
until they go out?

Hastings, these are things
I have already considered.

While they are out, the doorway,
it is always locked.

-What am I gonna say?
-Hmm.

Captain Hastings.
Do come in.

Oh. Hastings.

What brings you
to this neck of the woods?

If you ask me,

the natural curiosity
of the private investigator

has prompted this visit.

No, not at all.

In fact, I had some business to
attend to in the Brompton Road.

And when I remembered
you were living nearby,

I suddenly thought,
"The Robinsons. Of course.

They're bound to know."

Now, should I use badger hair,

or will an ordinary brush
do the trick?

I'm sorry?

Well, what I want is a
sort of impression of graininess

without it being too obvious.

I don't want it to look ridgy.

I mean, it sometimes
does look ridgy, doesn't it?

I'm dead set against that.

You see,
you've got the choice --

horsehair, hog bristle,
or badger hair.

And, apparently, a fine steel
comb produces the same effect,

only it's better on walls
and floors.

More defined.

Captain Hastings,
what would one be doing

with badger hair
and a steel comb?

Oh, didn't I say?

Dragging and combing.

You know what a fine effect
it creates on woodwork.

Only I'm not exactly a dab hand
when it comes to decorating,

so I thought I'd call on you
for an expert opinion.

The only time I ever did
anything like this

was when I creosoted the dugout
in France --

not like you,
with all the work you've done.

Hastings, we haven't done
a thing.

We only moved in yesterday.

And, uh, I have to admit,

I wouldn't know
a badger-hair brush

from a bucket of beef stew.

Oh, you're too modest.

I'm sure
you were both influenced

by the spirit of the Renaissance
during your time in Italy.

Italy?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Didn't Parker say you'd just
returned from the Continent?

No.

We came down from Cambridge

when James was offered
a position at London Mutual.

We've never been
on the Continent.

Insurance.

Now, that is
an interesting subject.

In fact, I've been thinking
about taking out a new policy.

What on earth was that?

It came from the kitchen.

-I didn't hear anything.
-I'd better take a look.

Allow me.

Detective's prerogative.

You never know.
It might be one of the ghosts.

Wind blew it open, I expect.

I should keep this bolted
if I were you.

You never know who's about.

I don't know what the Robinsons
would have said

if they'd seen the foot
of Hercule Poirot

disappearing into the twilight
of the back stairwell.

I am indebted to
your quick thinking, mon ami.

And that house is where
Florence Nightingale...

I can't believe the
Robinsons have anything to hide.

If anyone's behaving
in a suspicious manner,

it's that woman
who let the flat to them.

But did it not strike you
as odd, mon ami,

that the estate agent's
description of Mme. Robinson

was so very different from
the Mme. Robinson that we know?

Not the most observant
of fellows.

Perhaps they are different
Mme. Robinsons, huh?

Perhaps his Mme. Robinson had
been waiting a long time

to find a subtenant
of the same name.

Why on earth would she do that?

That's strange.

That gardener's a dead ringer

for Japp's man
Sergeant Daltry.

Hmm. Your eyes, they do not
deceive you, mon ami.

Come here.

If I am not mistaken,

this van is the nerve center
of Inspector Japp's stakeout

at the Italian Embassy.

What are you two doing here?

Well, it happens
that we were passing by,

and, uh, well, it is necessary

to satisfy the curiosity
of Hastings.

Poirot.

You better come inside
before somebody sees you.

So, look, all the exits
are covered, front and back,

and we have a couple of
unmarked cars just standing by

in case she decides
to take it on the lam.

Whichever way, as soon
as Carla Romero shows up,

we're ready to nab her.

A well-staged operation,
Mr. Burt.

Glad I could be of some help.

Who is that man?

Oh, he's in and out
all the time.

Some tourist in trouble,
I guess.

Suppose Carla Romero
never comes, huh?

Suppose she sends someone else?

All right.

As a private dick,
what would you do, huh?

Just walk right in there
and ask them to call us

when the blueprints show up?

I would concentrate my efforts
on trying to find Carla Romero.

She is a young,
attractive American.

And traveling alone,

she would be a figure
most conspicuous.

Alone she might.

But we know she's traveling
with an accomplice.

M. Burt, I understand

that she has had some dealings
with the Mafia.

When will you guys understand

there is no such thing
as the Mafia

or the Black Hand
or the Cosa Nostra?

Sure, there's some
immigrant families

of mainly Southern European
extraction

who push each other around.

But organized crime -- No, sir.

No.

No, thank you, but...

Yes, I'm sure that she is.

Yes, but you see,
that is of no interest.

No. No interest at all.

None whatsoever.
But thank you.

Yes. Goodbye.

Hastings, I've telephoned
14 nightclubs.

Eight of them
have the chantoozies,

but none of them American.

Three of them have
the male crooners,

one of them has a magician,
one, a pianist.

And the Black Cat
won't answer the telephone.

And what are you looking for?

Suppose, Hastings,

that Carla Romero is forced
to return to her old trade

to support her while she is
waiting to sell those documents.

Well, it's possible, I suppose.

Why are you so interested
in Carla Romero all of a sudden?

Why not let the FBI
solve their own cases?

But there is a connection,
perhaps, with the Robinsons.

The man that I saw entering
the Italian Embassy

is the same man who has been
watching their apartment.

All right there!

And do you not find it
intriguing, Hastings,

that the only club who did not
answer the telephone

was the Black Cat?

How much you got?

�12?

Where's the rest of it?

No.

Good afternoon.

I wonder, could you tell me,
please, is the manager here?

Back there.

Thank you.
Most kind.

Uh -- Uh...

Just a minute.
Who is it?

Hercule Poirot.

-Come again?
-Poirot.

And you?

I've got nothing to hide.
Bernie Cole.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

Everyone knows me, anyway.
Bernie Cole, King of the Clubs.

Didn't you used to come down
to the old Caprice?

No.

What are you after, then,
anyway?

Nothing illicit, I trust?

No.
Certainly not.

Oh.

Pardon, monsieur, but is that
not a telephone under there?

No.

Well, yes.

Drives you mad, doesn't it?

-Bernie Cole?
-Some people.

Monsieur, Mlle. Elsa Hart
is singing here, is she not?

Who wants to know?

There is a poster outside.

What I want to know is,
is it Elsa Hart the American?

No.

Ah.

I heard her in New York once,
you understand.

Oh, yes?
Well, she's Canadian.

Like those Dionne quintuplets.

It's gonna be
all the rage soon -- Canada.

We'll have Canadian this,
Canadian that.

Bernie Cole
can always spot a trend.

Known for it.

I know you can hear me!
I know you're there!

But if the manager says
she's Canadian...

But of course she would
tell him that, Hastings.

She has stolen the blueprints.
Her enemies are pursuing her.

She changes her name.
Why not also her nationality?

Yes, I suppose so.

Then, in spite of
all her precautions,

she discovers that someone
has tracked her down.

So she decides to leave
her own apartment

and to install someone
of the same name.

The Robinsons?

What, you mean the landlady's
using them as a decoy?

Yes, mon ami.

The charitable landlady,
the devious agent of espionage,

and perhaps also
the singer Elsa Hart

are surely one and the same.

I thought I was the one
with the fertile imagination.

This is fantastic.

No, Hastings.

This is a plot
of sinister dimensions.

The Robinsons are to be the
victims of a ruthless assassin.

Good evening.

Penelope Maitland
from "The Lady's Companion."

I sent a note 'round earlier.

Ah, yes.
Very nice, too.

Please come in.

Why do you never answer
your telephone?

You get all these nuisance
calls these days, don't you?

A friendly word of warning,
my dear --

She wasn't keen on the idea.

She may seem a bit frosty.

Put it down
to artistic temperament.

I'm sure you're used to dealing
with all sorts of people

in your line of business.

Yes, indeed.

Uh, straight down the corridor.
Second on the left.

Good luck.

Come and see me afterwards
for a drink.

Miss Elsa Hart?

Yes?

Penelope Maitland
from "The Lady's Companion."

Why don't you come in?

Oh, I see your repertoire
includes "Lullaby of Broadway."

It's one of my own favorites.

Really?
Glad you like it.

Now, Miss, uh, Maitland...

...why would the readers
of the, uh...

-"Lady's Companion."
-Right.

Why would anyone want to
read about a nightclub singer?

It's the glamour
and the romance, Miss Hart.

The image of the modern woman.

Now, I understand you've only
been in England a short time.

So she says she has been touring

the capital cities of Europe
with her husband

for the past nine months?

Yes. Working in
a variety of nightclubs.

Uh-huh.

But our intrepid journalist
was not convinced, huh?

Anyone who claims to have been
stag hunting

in the Bois de Boulogne,
Mr. Poirot,

has been seriously misinformed
about life on the Continent.

Extraordinaire.

There was something more?

There was a song sheet
in her dressing room.

An American publication
dating back to last January.

I have it on good authority

it isn't obtainable
outside the United States.

It could only have been
obtained in America.

Miss Lemon...

I believe
that the newest recruit

of "The Lady's Companion"
has made a scoop.

It's gone midnight.

How long are we gonna wait?

All night if necessary, mon ami.

I am afraid you may lose
your beauty sleep.

I wouldn't get a wink, anyway,

trying to fathom out who's who
in this espionage business.

It is a devious affair.

How did Romero manage to steal
the documents

in the first place?

Carla Romero is not a thief,
mon ami, but a temptress.

Hastings, I will recount to you
the little history.

It is a story that will remind
you of your favorite cinema.

To begin, we have to
go back six months

to the East Side of New York,

where the notorious Carla Romero
was working

as a singer in a nightclub.

She had sought out and seduced
a young clerk

in the American
Department of the Navy.

His name was Luigi Valdarno.

How did it go?

Like taking candy from a baby.

I'll get ready.

Meet you out front
in 10 minutes.

He was so besotted
with this siren

that persuading him
to steal the secret papers

from the U.S. Navy
was an easy task.

Unknown to Valdarno,

the accomplice of Carla Romero
in this sinister plot

was her husband.

That same night, Valdarno drove
Carla Romero to a deserted wharf

where he believed
she had arranged a rendezvous

with an agent
of the Italian government.

The blueprints
for the new American submarine

would be exchanged
for half a million dollars.

This is it, baby.
Take it nice and slow.

Luigi.

You made it all too easy.

Carla, no.

Goodbye, lover boy.

Let's get out of here.

Their instructions had
been to deliver the blueprints

to the contact
in the Brotherhood.

But Romero and her husband
had a better idea.

Instead of passing the documents
to her masters in the Mafia,

Carla Romero and her husband
fled across the Atlantic

under the name of Robinson

to sell the documents
for their own gain.

Then they discovered they had
an assassin on their trail.

Yes.

The deception of Carla Romero
so infuriated the Mafia

that their code of honor
would demand revenge.

Hmm.

Prepare yourself, mon brave.

Our visitor has arrived.

Slowly, Hastings.

We must be as quiet
as the chapel mouse.

I still think it would've been
safer to evacuate the Robinsons.

To do so would have created
the unnecessary attention.

If they are as innocent
as I suspect,

it would be better
that they know nothing of this.

He's picking the lock
on the front door.

Hastings, pass me your revolver.

Take up your position
as planned.

Allez!

Aah!

Hastings, the gun.

Aah!

Be careful, Hastings.

Let us go.

Nowhere to be seen.

Poirot, this is a disaster.

Well, do not worry, mon ami.
He will not return here tonight.

Our young friends are safe.

But now it is time
to make our acquaintance

with the elusive Carla Romero.

Hastings. Poirot.

Chief Inspector. M. Burt.

-All right. Let's go.
-Come on, lads.

Evening, Mr. Poirot.

-Good evening, M. Cole.
-You're a quiet one.

Put in a good word for me
with the chief inspector, eh?

Have no fear, M. Cole.

You see, Agent Burt,

sometimes a lost dog can be
found in a place so conspicuous,

it is the last to be considered.

You'd better be right, Poirot,

or I'll be the one chasing
lost dogs -- in Alaska.

I think we can rely on

Mr. Poirot's little gray cells,
Burt.

Bottle of champagne.

She's performing her last song
now, Chief Inspector.

Let's hope so, Mr. Cole.

As soon as she leaves the stage,

I want you
to clear the building.

You can depend on me, Chief.

That's Carla Maria Romero,
all right.

Let's tackle her.

What do you think
you're playing at?

-What?
-You can't go waving guns about.

-Give that to me.
-Are you kidding me?

You just give that to me,
or the whole operation's off.

Nobody's gonna believe this.

The idea.

Look after this, Constable.

Right.

Oh, no, please.
After you.

I'll just stay in the background
with my knitting.

Yeah?

Ah. Mlle. Hart.

I had hoped to find you here.

Monsieur.

This a deputation of admirers
or something?

Ah, well, in a way, yes.

Mlle. Hart, indeed you have
a fine voice.

-Can we just do this?
-All right, all right.

And the life of the chanteuse
is a glamorous one, eh?

Are we gonna talk her to death
or what?

But your real talents,
mademoiselle --

the cunning and deception--
are far more taxing, no?

What do you think
you're doing here?

Is this a party or something?

Yeah.
A farewell party, sweetie.

Mlle. Hart...

Or do you prefer to be called
Carla Romero?

Or perhaps even Mme. Robinson?

With an assassin on your trail,

you substituted the other
Robinsons into your flat.

You have been very clever.

But there is one thing
I must know, madame.

Was it you who first realized

the value of Valdarno's position
at the Department of the Navy?

Yeah.
I had all the big ideas.

They just palmed
all the greenbacks.

And there could never be
a position

for a woman
of your ingenuity in the Ma--

Pardon.

-In the Brotherhood?
-Brotherhood?

Look, the FBI is unequivocal
in this matter.

There is no such thing
as the goddamn Brotherhood!

They wouldn't listen to me.

Oh, yeah.

So you thought you'd just
take on the whole world, huh?

Well, it's the end of the road
for you, lady.

So why don't you hand over
the blueprints now,

and we can all go home?

Washington will be glad
to get this back.

All right. Move it.

You too.

You thought you could kill Luigi

and double-cross
the Cosa Nostra.

Well, you was wrong, sister.

Now, we're gonna
settle the score.

Oh, this is good.

Everybody's got a heater
except the good guys.

You're just gonna stand there
and let him shoot me?

That's my gun.
Poirot!

No, no, no, mon ami.

I have no time for these
so-called mobsters of America.

I have seen enough
of this charade.

One-a more move, is good night.

Good night and good riddance.

This is a respectable club.

Arrivederci, Carla.

So, Hastings, never will you
trust your old friend, huh?

Keep walking.

I took the precaution
to remove the bullets

while we were in the apartment
of the Robinsons'.

How did you know
he'd follow us here?

Ah, well, when we left
Campden Hill Gate,

the assassin was lying in wait.

I mentioned our rendezvous
with Carla Romero

so that he would be sure
to follow.

So, Agent Burt,

we have killed both the birds
with one shot, huh?

Ah. And without firing
a single shot.

It's no way to run a country.

So, you say this, uh,
association of criminals

sent a hit man
after Miss Romero, eh?

Yes, but she had planned
to deceive him

by installing the young couple
of the same name

in her old apartment.

And what about your joke
with the gun, Poirot?

Ah, well, Inspector,

you and Captain Hastings
are so fond of the suspense.

How could I resist
the temptation

to bring this intriguing case
to the most dramatic climax?

Well, Mr. Poirot...

I've really got to
hand it to you.

You're most kind, monsieur.

And the U.S. government,
I'm sure,

would like to reward you
for all your efforts.

The navy will always be
in your debt.

Tea's ready.

In the kitchen,
if you don't mind.

That's terribly kind of you.

A gang of burglars
working the whole building?

Quite extraordinary.

Do you expect
to catch them?

Unfortunately not, madam.

They were
a professional outfit.

They would have had a man
on watch.

By the time we arrived,
they were gone.

I suppose we should be grateful
nothing was stolen.

And we should thank
Captain Hastings

for his vigilance.

Because if he had not noticed

that the door for the dustbins
had been tampered with...

I say.

Look at this.

Now, there's a real
professional's tool

if ever I saw one.

Mm. And very careless to
leave it behind, if you ask me.

Perhaps I should have it checked
for fingerprints.

You will find nothing,
Chief Inspector.

For the real professional...
he wears the gloves.