All language subtitles for 03. The Adventure of Johnnie Waverly

Come on, you have a good one.

Fifty thousand pounds.

Fifty.

The last letter said thirty.

And the one before that, twenty -five.

You didn't tell me there was another
one.

I didn't take it seriously.

Damn it all, Ada. This is England.

People don't go around kidnapping
children.

Careful Mummy, mind the car.

Miss Lemon?

Yes, Mr. Poirot.

It is nearly 11 o 'clock.

It is important that I have my design
punctually.

Of course, Mr. Poirot.

It's nearly complete, you see.

My system.

Ah. Every one of your cases classified
and cross -referenced five different

ways. Five?

Oh, yes.

In this cabinet, names of witnesses, in
this, name of perpetrator, if known.

Victim's trade of profession.

Type of case.

Abduction. Addiction.

Adultery. See also under marriage.

Bigamy. See also under marriage. Bomb.

See also under marry.

Mr. Waverly to see you, Mr. Poirot.

Mr. Waverly, good morning. How do you
do?

Thank you, Miss Lemon.

You may now go back to your filing.

Miss Lemon dreams of the perfect filing
system, besides which all other filing

systems will sink into oblivion.

This morning, she is close to the
breakthrough.

Now, what brings you to consult?

Hercule Poirot.

They've accepted me.

Accepted? Lamont, you remember I tried
to enter the Lagonda?

I got the entry form this morning.

Not that I can make her a tailor lift.

How exciting.

There's another Lagonda entered by Tommy
Branston.

Have you done racing before?

No. Well, not really.

Who then was part of it?

I met De Waverley.

It's the case.

This morning, I received this.

You have not paid.

Your son will be taken from you at 12 o
'clock tomorrow, the 29th.

It will cost you 50 ,000 pounds to
recover him.

50 ,000?

Damned impertinence.

But do you have 50 ,000 pounds, Monsieur
Waverley?

Well, I dare say I might be able to
raise it.

I see.

You don't really think they'll do
anything, do you?

Mais certainement. I see no reason to
doubt it.

Good God. Please allow me to introduce
you to Captain Hastings, an associate of

mine. Monsieur Waverley, a client.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Monsieur Waverley has received letters
threatening to kidnap his son.

Really?

In England?

Could be some band of foreigners, you
know.

Some gang.

These letters give no indication that
the writer is a foreigner.

Is there anyone you suspect, Monsieur
Waverley?

Good God, no.

No one who might bear you the grudge?

Don't think so.

No. Very well.

Poirot must himself intercede.

Have you shown to Scotland Yard this
latest letter?

No, I came straight to you.

Didn't see much point.

They didn't seem interested the first
time. I understand your feelings,

monsieur. But now we have once again to
interview the intrepid chief inspector,

Jeppe. I don't want to be away from home
too long.

Five minutes, no more, monsieur
Waverley, for me to pack a bag.

And then we shall board the next train,
having seen the inspector on the way.

Oh, I can drive you down.

No, no, mon ami, I would not dream of
imposing on you.

Oh, she could do with a bit of a run.

It is not a dog, Hastings.

We'll meet you there this afternoon.

Captain Hastings and I will be away
until tomorrow.

Hold the castle.

Chief Inspector Jack can see you now,
gentlemen.

Well, well, well.

Good morning, Chief Inspector.

This is an unexpected pleasure, Mr
Poirot.

Mr Waverley.

Monsieur Waverley has received another
letter.

Oh? Monsieur Waverley felt that Scotland
Yard was not convinced about the

seriousness of the case.

So he came to you, eh, Mr Poirot?

Monsieur Waverley is a man of fine
judgment and intelligence.

Perhaps this is a serious matter.

You think so, eh?

I think better the safeness than the
sorrow, Chief Inspector.

Very true, Mr Poirot, very true. If
you've got unlimited manpower.

We see a hundred of these every day, Mr
Waverley. If we was to go chasing about

after every one... A hundred, Chief
Inspector?

Well, perhaps not a hundred.

Mustn't be too literal, Mr Poirot.

Every day?

Every week, anyway.

This is some disaffected employee, some
envious neighbor. We're wasting our

time, Mr. Poirot. No call to take
onwards, Mr. Waverley.

I'm a simple country squire.

I pay my taxes, and I'm used to
something in return.

Now I know better. There are a lot of
taxpayers, Mr. Waverley.

There are even quite a lot of country
squires. If we were still... You're not

only uncooperative, sir.

You're damned offensive.

As you so rightly point out, you were
paying me to exercise my judgment and

discretion as to what is a serious
threat to public order and what is not,

this is not.

Your superior shall hear of this.

I hope he enjoys it as much as I have.

That policeman's a fool.

I know.

The Jap is a good policeman.

Prevention of crime is not what
policemen are best at.

They would need to have one constable
for every citizen and go everywhere with

him.

But fortunately for the human race, most
of us have our own little policeman up

here.

But this kidnapper has perhaps no little
policeman.

This is the new house, built by an
ancestor of mine in 1760, when the old

was destroyed by fire.

And you are adding to your kinsman's
great work?

No, we embarked on a program of
restoration about five years ago.

We've had to stop for a bit, but I hope
we can get going again soon.

There have been wavelets in these parks
for 400 years.

400? And this land around here, is all
yours?

Not anymore.

Used to be, as far as you could see from
the roof.

But not anymore.

Marcus, you're back.

Adam, this is Mr. Hercules Poirot.

Enchanté, madame.

Hercule. What?

Not Hercules, but Hercule.

Oh, quite.

A famous detective.

I know.

I'm so glad you're here, Mr. Poirot.

We didn't know where to turn. The police
will apparently do nothing.

One is forced to pay for peace of mind
out of one's own pocket.

But Captain Hastings has told me your
charges are quite reasonable.

Indeed. Oh, well, I didn't specify, of
course, just in general terms.

You have got here with alacrity, my
friend. 75 minutes, door to door.

on the hog's back.

Captain Hastings is besotted by cars.

He was kind enough to tell me about the
24 -hour race he's going in for.

We have serious business here, Hastings.

Let us not lose sight of this.

Oh. Oh, the kidnapping business, you
mean. If I had a word with Mrs. Waverley

about that, I don't think there's too
much to worry about.

Work of a crank, those letters, I'd say.

That's very reassuring, Hastings.

Thank you. But we must not try to walk
before we can jump.

I will see the house now, Monsieur
Waverley. By all means.

Well, this is the sitting room.

Opens out onto the terrace through the
French window there.

And this is the south side of the house,
yes? Exactly.

And this room is communicating with the
library.

Thank you, Mr. Poirot.

Thank you.

All will be well, madam.

Kidnapping is an easy job, mon ami.

Easy? Yes, sir.

That child could have been abducted at
any time since its birth. Four years

I don't think that that advances us
much.

Au contraire. It advances us enormously.

But enormously.

We must ask ourselves why they make
things difficult by warning the

rebels.

Some cases are simple and some are very
complicated, but all are of

interest. Because all you understand
rests solely on the character of the

participants.

Certainly.

Forgive me.

Difficult to make casual conversation
when tomorrow we may.

He's ready for bed now, Mrs. Waverley.

Say goodnight, Johnny.

Ah, so this is the famous Johnny
Waverley.

Goodnight, old chap.

I can't. I say, that's rather fine.

Do you see these things?

A fellow enthusiast.

Come and tuck me up, Mummy.

I'll come up in a minute, darling.

Thank you, Mrs. Webber.

Good night.

Good night.

Darling.

Certainly, it will be all right, madame.

At noon tomorrow, Johnny will be
surrounded by his friends.

By his mother, his father, his things.

By Poirot.

No one will kidnap Johnny Weaver.

He's been taken ill.

Only woke up with dreadful cramps.

Doctor's with her now.

Cramps? Must be something she's eaten.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if we woke you.

What do they mean?

You slept well?

Fine. Excellent.

And now we enjoy the famous English
breakfast.

Well, you may.

What are you having, Hastings? Well, I
think it's kledgery.

Certainly right.

Can't find anything else in it.

But, Hastings, where is this famous
English breakfast?

Well, didn't you notice at dinner last
night?

Just one potato each. Not a big one. One
cutlet. Mais oui.

From an English dinner, one expects no
more.

But breakfast.

I wonder if they're not short of money,
you know.

The fire wasn't lit in my room last
night.

Well, get them here.

Now. This instant.

Every man jack of them, Treadwell. Very
good, sir.

Oh, good morning.

Bonjour, Monsieur Waverley.

And how is Mother Waverley this morning?

She's still weak. She won't be able to
get up today.

Ah. But there's worse.

Look at this.

In my own bedroom.

I went for my bath.

I wasn't more than ten minutes. When I
got back, there it was, pinned to my

pillow. Just three words at twelve o
'clock.

The nerve of a fellow.

Precisely.

There's a traitor somewhere.

Someone on my staff.

Well, I know a trick worth two of that.

What are you going to do?

Sack them.

Sack the lot of them.

Unless one of them owns up, of course.

Treadwell will today, of course. He's
been here since I was a boy.

And Miss Collins.

I'm sorry, Miss Collins?

My wife's secretary.

Nothing wrong with her.

My God.

I can't abide a traitor.

The staff are assembled, Mr Waverley.
Thank you, Treadwell.

Mr Waverley.

I ask you to reconsider.

The emptier a house is, the easier it
will be for a miscreant to move about

unseen. No.

Mr. Poirot, you stick to your job and I
shall stick to mine. Then we shall fall

out. But to empty a house a few hours
before the threatened abduction seems to

me to be the height of folly. How dare
you, sir?

You call me a fool?

I'm doing what I consider best for the
defense of my son.

Allow me to be the judge of that.

I cannot prevent you, monsieur.

Quiet. He is stubborn. That man, he
stinks.

Non dieu, wonders will never stop.

The Chief Inspector, Jacques.

A change of path, Chief Inspector?

Yes, you might say that, Mr. Poirot.

Or you might say I don't want to see
some poor amateur get himself in a fix.

Ah, you are too kind, Chief Inspector,
Jacques. Your great heart will be your

downfall. True, true.

Now then, where's the simple country
squire?

You'll find him in the hall, sacking all
his stuff.

Oh, dear.

Got out of bed the wrong side, didn't
he?

Perhaps.

Bon chance.

One of you is responsible.

I expect an answer.

I'm waiting.

Not too fast, mind.

Don't worry. I won't go over 18.

Kilometres? Miles?

Whatever happens, Hastings, must be
packed before swear.

I will not be treated in this manner.

There is nothing more to be said, Mrs
Withers. There is a great deal more to

said, Mr Waverley. I will not... You may
pack your bag and collect a week's

wages from Miss Collins.

And what am I supposed to tell Johnny?

You will say nothing to him.

He is in Miss Collins' care for the
moment.

You may go, Mrs Withers.

What are you doing here?

Morning, Mr Waverley.

I've brought some men down with me.

I'll disperse them around the house, if
that's agreeable to you, sir.

You were doing the building work up at
Waverley, were you? We'll be again soon.

So he keeps telling me, Ted.

I'll believe it when I see it. I don't
reckon she cares about the house, that

sort of thing. Really?

No.

The whole place could fall down as far
as she's concerned.

She's the one with the money.

No, you'd never know it, the way she
carries on.

Ted?

Right, one man at the head of the path,
at least the stables there.

Right, feature him. At the head of the
stables.

One man by the main door, of course.

I was born by the front door.

Two on the perimeter.

George Smith.

And a couple here by the... Carpenter's
quarters. That's it.

And scrambled eggs, was it?

Oui, certainement.

And the little sausages?

Oh, yes, sir.

They were kidneys?

Kidneys, yes. What about bacon?

Crisp. Of course. And tea?

Or a nice pint of home brew?

Beer? For breakfast?

Two pints, please.

But, Hastings, we've got to be back
before twelve.

Plenty of time.

Right you are, gentlemen.

What an admirable young woman.

So, Hastings, the renovations at
Waverley Court will continue.

I didn't trust that builder, you know,
Poirot.

Seems to me he resents the Waverleys.

Perhaps.

Two men went to mow, went to mow a
meadow.

Two men went to mow, went to mow a
meadow.

Two men, one man and his dog went to mow
a meadow.

Two men, one man and his dog went to mow
a meadow.

Three men went to mow, went to mow a
meadow.

Three men, two men, one man and his dog
went to mow a meadow. Four men went to

mow.

Johnny will be in here with me, with
perhaps you here by the windows. Good.

Poirot guarding the door into the hall.

I don't know about that, sir.

If there was to be any rough stuff, I
don't know as Mr Poirot would be the

person I'd think of.

Brain work, yes.

Rough stuff, dubious.

What about if Collie gave things?

That'd be more like it, sir.

Do you know what I think?

I think someone tampered with it.

Someone tampered with it to keep it out
of the way.

How would they have known we were going
to use the car?

Ah.

Gently now, Johnny.

Stroke her gently.

She likes it.

She likes you.

How are you feeling now, darling?

Oh, I feel heaps better.

Must have been something I ate.

Well, you just stay in bed and rest.

I'm going to take Johnny down with me
now.

Why can't he stay?

Well, he'll be happier downstairs.

Miss Collins can stay with you.

Bye -bye, darling.

Come on. Up you come.

Sure you don't need me?

No, no. You keep Mrs. Waverley company.
Just for half an hour.

Bye.

Well,

it's not the carburettor, anyway.

This is not what I long to hear,
Hastings.

Eh?

I want to hear what it was, not what it
was not.

Better still, I want to hear the motor.

And two blasts on the whistle if
anyone's apprehended. Right, sir. The

in position?

Yes, sir. Where the hell is Poirot?

They went out in the car, sir, just as I
was arriving.

Right, Sergeant, keep the men on their
toes. In the car?

Do you know where they were going?

They didn't confide in me, sir, I'm
afraid.

Grr! Grr!

We've got it sneaking through the bushes
Never

said

eyes on it.

Here's a pretty parcel if you like
bottle of chloroform cotton wool pad And

letter addressed to you, Mr Waverley. I
don't know anything about this. I was

given that to deliver.

Oh, by?

By a gentleman. A gentleman I met on the
road.

You should have paid up.

To ransom your son will now cost you 70
,000.

In spite of all your precautions, he has
been abducted at 12 o 'clock on the

29th, as I said.

I should have paid up, should I?

You think you could...

Johnny.

Oh, the clock.

Endure the agony.

Are you going to do something, or are
you not?

When the time comes to act, Poirot will
act.

A pleasing little problem, huh?

Obscure and charming.

Someone fools us all simply by putting
the clock forward ten minutes.

Pleasing?

Charming?

My child has been kidnapped!

Oui, madame, but he is safe.

Rest assured, those miscreants will take
the greatest care of him.

Is he not to them the goose that lays
the golden eggs?

Nobody's seen hiding a hair of that car.

I've given the Surrey police a full
description, but he'll probably switch

as soon as he can, or go to Earth
somewhere.

What about the ruffian you caught?

Name's Joe Rogers, so he says.

He's sticking to his story, anyhow.

Perhaps Poirot can move him.

With all due respect, Mr. Poirot, if my
lads can't shift him...

Poirot,

shellac.

Ah!

Captain Hastings! The voiture!

It is recovered?

Damn thing was out of petrol. The gauge
is stuck at full.

Come, we have work to do. The boy's
gone.

I know. One of the bobbies told me.

Bonjour, Monsieur Richard.

Yeah. He's saying good day, you ignorant
man.

I would like you, please, to tell me
your story again, Monsieur.

How you came into possession.

Of the package.

Well, I told him all that.

Tell me.

Well, this geezer gave it to me, didn't
he? Did he?

Well, I just told you.

And what did he say, this geezer?

He said I was to take the package and to
deliver it to the big house at the side

door, he said. Well, he gave me a ten
bob note, he did.

He said I was to deliver it at ten to
twelve, spot on.

And what time did you meet him?

Do you know?

I'll do as it happens. It was a quarter
past ten.

And can you describe him?

Well, there was something queer about
him.

He wasn't tall. Well, no taller nor me.

And he wore a tash. That?

Moustache.

And he was all dressed up in a sort of
grey uniform.

With leggings and a cap.

Like a chauffeur, you mean?

How old a man was he?

Oh, I don't know.

It's funny, though.

His voice was queer, too.

You know what?

You know that fellow running round here
in a monkey suit?

The toffee -nosed one?

The toffee -nosed monkey suit?

You know, he's either a butler or
something. Anyway, if he was to have a

that's just what this geezer would have
looked like.

Like Monsieur Treadwell's son? Don't get
it started, Mr Poirot. Mr Treadwell was

with Mr Waverley every minute between
ten o 'clock and half past.

I got that from Mr. Waverley already.

But has Monsieur Treadwell got that
done?

Well, some other explanation will
present itself.

Thank you, Monsieur Japp. You have been
most helpful.

And you, Monsieur Rogers.

Oh, well, thanks very much.

Never you mind about that, my lad. I'm
taking you down the local lock -up.

What's the charge?

Pagrancy.

You can't do that. I've got ten bob in
me pocket. Tell the magistrate all about

it. Come on, lad.

I'm going back to London to organise a
search there.

The answer is here, my friend, not in
London.

That as may be, Mr Poirot.

But the boys in London are lay odds on
that.

Good day to you.

Ah, Monsieur Treadwell, come in.

Come in and sit down.

I would prefer to stand, sir, if it's
all the same to you.

By all means.

You have worked here for many years,
sir?

Thirty years, sir.

I came as an underfootman.

Of course, there was a much larger staff
in those days.

I see.

So if anyone knows the family secrets,
it would be you, n 'est -ce pas?

I'm sure, sir, there are no secrets in
the Waverley family.

Of course not.

Mr. Waverley is the most upright of men.

He and his father before him. Of course.

And Madame Waverley?

A happy marriage, huh?

I'm sure, sir, Mrs. Waverley is a fine
woman.

Of course, she has made changes.

This is not the sort of establishment
that she was brought up to for all her

money. Quite.

But... Well, I think she's beginning to
appreciate the Waverley way.

Miss Collins, can I ask you about the
boy's nurse?

She'd only been here for about six
months.

Was she trustworthy?

Eminently, I should have thought.

And she'd left the house by the time of
the kidnapping anyway.

Quite so, quite so.

She may have had a couple of kids inside
the house.

Was there anyone she was particularly
friendly with? Anyone on the floor?

I'm sure I couldn't say.

I don't listen to tittle -tattle from
below stairs, I'm afraid.

Oh, no, no, quite.

Excuse me, I did not know you were still
in here.

No, no, that's fine. We were just about
finished. Any Miss Collins?

You're sure?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Anything?

What about you?

Oh, I learnt a lot from Monsieur
Treadwell.

And?

There is one thing I do not understand.

I don't understand any of it. No, no,
no, mon ami. It is simple. But for the

thing.

Here is the child. Here, in this room.

Guarded by his father and the inspector.

And the false alarm is raised.

And the inspector and Waverly foolishly
rush out.

Leaving the child undefended, yes?

Yes. Now the kidnapper comes in and
takes away the child.

Where? What do you mean, where?

Well, they cannot go out this way.

Waverley and the inspector have just
gone, and there is still a policeman

standing not 20 meters away.

This way.

Yes.

But to what end?

The front of the house has a policeman
outside the door.

The back door, likewise.

That side of the house where Rogers has
been caught and excitement reigns.

A problem, eh?

I see what you mean.

The tunnel.

Come on.

The tunnel.

What tunnel?

A lot of Catholic houses used to have
priest holes.

Places where the priest used to escape
to if the king's men came looking for

them.

Where is it?

Where does this lead?

It comes out of the mausoleum, about
half a mile away.

I need a lamp to push. What is that lamp
in the pocket?

A torch.

Oh, I've got one in the car.

Bon.

Who would know of the existence of this,
Mr. Waverley? Not easy to say.

A few people who've visited the house, I
suppose.

Mainly just family.

I see.

Herbans? One or two of them, I suppose.

Miss Collins?

Oh, no, I'm sure not.

Treadwell? He's bound to, I suppose.
He's been with us so long.

And the child's nurse?

Misses with us?

I wouldn't have thought so, no.

Here we are. One each.

Come, Captain Hastings. We embark on a
voyage into darkness.

I'll come with you.

No, no, no, no. Captain Hastings and I
must go alone.

There's some depth going down.

Tell me, what do you make of this case?

You don't expect me to think in the
dark, do you? Ah, I think the little

there is sometimes they work even better
in the dark.

But always we come back to the same
question.

Why would anyone warn the Waverleys
before they kidnap the child?

I suppose they hoped to get the money,
but I'd have to be forced to do it.

If these guys don't alter the fact that
they were making a thing difficult, that

was perfectly easy.

If they do not specify a time or date,
nothing would be easier for them to wait

their chance, carry off the child in a
motor one day when he is up with his

nurse. I suppose so.

I can see a light up ahead.

Good.

I'm bored with this tunnel.

Very nice.

Ah.

See, the car could be waiting here, well
away from the house.

The child could be brought through the
tunnel to the car.

The driver makes the getaway hooting as
he passes inside the house.

It is a farce.

Nothing more.

Everything goes to show that there was
an accomplice inside the house.

The mysterious poisoning of Madame
Waverley. Poison?

My poor instincts.

So innocent.

No, no, no. It is nice.

But surely you cannot imagine it was by
accident that Madame Waverley was

conveniently kept out of the way on the
day of the kidnapping?

Good God.

Point number two.

Someone in the house must have pinned
the final note to Monsieur Waverley's

pillow. Yes, I see that. Point number
three.

They're putting on of the clock ten
minutes.

All inside jobs.

Now, we have four people inside the
house.

Madam Waverley and Miss Collins, we can
exclude.

The one is, how you say, elite.

Paid return, yes?

The other, Miss Collins, is with her.

Well, that only leaves Mr. Waverley and
Treadwell. So it does.

Hastings, I've had enough of this case.

There is a train to London in 14
minutes.

Well, I'll drive you to London. No, no,
Hastings.

I'll take the train.

Ah.

Where are you going?

Captain Hastings is being kind enough to
drive me to the station. Then I shall

proceed to London.

But the cave.

My son.

You haven't done anything.

But I have done everything, monsieur.

Then where is he?

I will give you the address.

It's a blank sheet.

Because I am waiting for you to write it
down for me.

You will take Captain Hastings and me to
the boy now.

If you do not, Madame Waverly will be
informed of the exact sequence of events

that made up this dastardly crime.

He's all right.

He's well kept.

Of that I have no doubt.

Jeffy? Benny?

Benny! Ah, John Isner.

Of course, of course.

You are Mr. Treadwell's daughter.

Niece.

I am sure your ingenuity will be equal
to the task of explaining the boy's

reappearance.

If I did not believe you to be a good
father at heart, I would not be so

to give you another chance.

I'll do anything to avoid a scam.

Precisely.

Appearances are what matter, eh?

That was why it was intolerable that
your wife should call a halt to the

restoration work on the house.

Having a rich wife is not the same as
being rich oneself, monsieur.

Don't worry.

I've learned my lesson.

Good.

Your name is an old and honored one.

Do not jeopardize it again.

I shall be sending you my bill.

Drive, Captain.

Won't you let me into the secret?

How did you know?

It was obvious.

Who sends away the servants, can write
the notes, who can drag his wife, who

put the hands of the clock forward, who
can establish an alibi for his faithful

retainer, Treadwell.

Treadwell has never liked his mistress,
Mrs. Waverley.

But he is devoted to his master.

There were three of them in it.

Waverly, Treadwell, and his niece,
Jessie Withers, who gets herself sacked

noisily as possible so that she can
arrange the decoy Rogers, pick up the

from the mausoleum, and drive him away
to the little cottage in the wood.

It was apparent, Hastings.

I shall see you in London.

Why won't you let me drive you?

Hastings, the train has one advantage
over the car.

He does not often run out of coal.