All language subtitles for 07. Problem at Sea

The whole art of clay pigeon clipping
lies in the time.

The trick is, when I say pull... No!

Sorry.

Bye, Paul. Should have warned you there.

Aren't you ready?

No, no, it's all right. They do the
clock jolly quickly, don't they?

Do you want to go?

No, I think I'll learn the shooting bit
first.

Can you reload that, Pamela?

Oh, I don't know.

We go in here, don't we? Shall I, Miss?

I'm perfectly capable, thank you very
much.

Well, we'll leave the reloading for a
minute.

You see, when I say... Morning,
Hastings!

Lovely day!

Morning, General!

Morning, ladies!

Morning!

Well, now, Kitty, why don't you have a
try?

If you don't practice, you won't be
ready for the championship.

We're all set for the 14.

Great figure!

Well, Captain Fowler.

I would have rather felt them round my
throat.

Crushing out life, then waving in
farewell.

Crushing out life.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Parrot.

Bonjour, Mademoiselle Morgan.

You're in good voice, huh?

It's your kind. Captain Hastings and Sir
Poirot. He's got it all organized.

Captain Hastings is very good at that. I
thought the General was awfully good

last night with his recitations from
Swinburne. Oh, the General recites

with true military vigor.

Perhaps your niece can also be persuaded
to entertain us one evening.

Well, perhaps she will, Mr.

Poirot. Perhaps she will.

John?

John?

Of course, the actual wound I got was
ludicrously minor. I felt a complete

brawl. I'm sure it wasn't minor.

Oh, I assure you it wasn't.

Mind you, I was convinced I was going to
die.

But that's only because I'm a coward.

Oh, John.

Oh, good morning, General.

Good morning, General. Good morning,
General. What do you mean, Henderson?

I'm day.

You don't bring your day?

John!

Good morning, Monsieur Boyer. Madame
Capitaine. Have you seen John?

Yes, he is on the foredeck, madame.

Oh, shall I sit down, Monsieur Boyer?

I didn't see you at dinner last night.

No, no, no. It was just a shade choppy,
of course.

Well, no.

Fortunately, I am an excellent sailor.
The one thing I must not do is overtire

myself. I live so intensely, if you know
what I mean. Oh, yes.

As a matter of fact, I nearly wore
myself out as a gal in the war.

My hospital.

You've heard about my hospital.

Of course, I had nurses and matrons and
that sort of thing.

But I actually ran it.

Your vitality is formidable, dear lady.

You're so alive, Adeline, they say to
me.

But really, Monsieur Poirot, what would
one be if one wasn't alive?

Dead, madame.

I must find my husband.

You won't find sharks in the
Mediterranean.

I'd

take

a hatchet to that woman if I were her
husband.

I knew a woman like that once, in
Hyderabad.

Absolutely poisonous.

In 87, that was.

Now, did anyone take a hatchet to her?

No.

Last time I saw her, she was on her
third husband.

Position is everything.

If you lose your balance, you could
swing round and shoot a hole in the

Or word.

Colonel Claperton.

Colonel? Such a soldierly looking man.

Soldierly? He was in the guards, wasn't
he, General Forbes?

Guards?

Before the war, that fellow was on the
music hall stage.

No. Fact.

Music hall stage.

War comes along, they start letting
anyone in.

Hun drops a stray bomb, pure good luck,
he goes home with a flesh wound in the

arm.

How did he meet Mrs. Clapperton?

Mrs. Clapperton?

Lady Pardo she was then.

Really? He got into our hospital
somehow.

Did it have anything to do with him
being wounded?

Oh, yes.

He had to be wounded.

You should get a bit of exercise, Miss
Henderson.

Don't you know good sitting around
thinking, you know?

No, I know.

Unfortunately, my religion forbids it at
this time of year.

Oh.

Oh.

Right.

I mean, um... Well.

Adelaide!

Oh, hello, Dan.

I've been trying to talk to you as you
both came on board.

I don't see that we've a lot to say to
each other, have we?

Oh, surely, after all the... What do you
want?

I was just... Were you spying on us?

I wanted to clear your train, ma 'am.

Well, get on and do it, then.

I am a happily married woman.

General Forbes.

It's her family I feel sorry for.

Boys, take my tip and join the army
right away. The money's good.

Not much, but good.

Who knows, perhaps you'll be a... I feel
sorry for.

Boys, take my tip and join the army
right away. The money's good.

Not much, but good.

Who knows...

As I said, no Indian lovebirds.

What is she saying? The army of today is
all right, and the Kashmiri love song.

You can't expect no better from
civilians, sir.

We're all civilians nowadays.

The trouble with a cruise like this is
you're forced to suffer amateur

entertainment night after night.

Oh, we rather enjoyed it, didn't we,
Morridge? What did you think, Colonel

Clapperton? John would have been quite
happy to sit and listen to that dreadful

woman for hours.

There's no taste at all as far as
anything artistic goes.

It's true.

Mrs. Tolliver's artistic.

That must be a great solace to you.

We're really looking forward to seeing
the museum in Alexandria tomorrow.

John and I won't be going ashore. We
never bother with antiquities.

One must live in the present, don't you
find?

has nothing in it older than three
years.

I'll have to be selling my car next year
then, darling.

My car?

I think, John.

Certainly, my dear. Your car.

Freddy Vaston.

Well,

what about Bridge?

Bridge?

Bridge?

Bridge.

Come on. We can use the dining table.

Oh, may we join you?

What about you, Clapton?

Oh, John won't play.

Most tiresome of him. Sorry.

You can join us if you like.

What was your name again?

Tolliver. Mrs. Tolliver. And on her
husband, Mr. Tolliver.

What a clever arrangement.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

You're coming with us. It's the
kidnapping.

Nothing.

To the boat deck.

Don't be foolish, John.

You'll catch a chill.

Not with us, he won't. We're hot stuff.

Anyway, there's a moon.

You ever go down on your knees and thank

God you didn't have any children?

Well, as a matter of fact, we did.

Two. A little boy and a little girl.

Oh, for heaven's sake, get on and deal.

I know it's the most awful romantic
cliché, but the moon is beautiful, isn't

Certainement. It is like a giant earthen
cocotte.

Monsieur Poirot.

I thought you said you would play.

Mademoiselle, I want to ask your advice.

On the matter of the English language.
I'm sure you don't need that.

Mademoiselle is too amiable, eh?

But no, just now, Madame Clapperton said
that John won't play brief.

He's not can't playing the usual term.

She takes it as a personal insult that
he doesn't play, I suppose.

Ah.

The man was a fool ever to have married
her.

Oh, many odious women have devoted
husbands, huh?

It is an enigma of nature.

Which is perhaps why the estimable
Captain Hastings has not yet taken the

into matrimony.

Matrimony?

You're not entered the clay pigeon
championship yet, are you, Miss

Uh, no.

I don't think I really mean to...
Hastings.

Can't you talk of something else? For
once.

No, no. I'd love to talk about the clay
pigeon championship.

But tomorrow, perhaps?

I have some letters to finish that I
want to post in Alexandria.

Good night, Miss Henderson.

Good night.

Good night, Miss Henderson. Good night.

Oh, Hastings, Hastings. What?

Whatever is the use of me introducing
you to nice young ladies if all you do

talk about the shooting of the clay
pigeons?

But they like it.

You heard what Miss Henderson said.
She'd love to talk about it tomorrow.

Oh, Hastings, Hastings, Hastings.

No, don't show me.

Now, remember what the card is and put
it back into the pack.

That's good.

Now, just a little shuffle.

Your card.

Jeez, it's my clever.

I see you enjoy playing cards, monsieur,
even though you do not play bridge.

I have my reasons for not playing
bridge.

I'll show you.

Sit down. We'll play one hand.

You can shuffle the cards, Mr. Morrow.

Well, huh?

See, any man... can deal his partner and
adversaries any hand he pleases.

I'd better stand aloof from a friendly
game of cards.

But how did you do it? I mean, it all
looked perfectly ordinary.

Ah, the quickness of the hand deceives
the eye.

You could go on a stage without Carol
Clapton.

Yes, quite.

Well, I hope I haven't bored you with my
little demonstration.

Good night, ladies.

Gentlemen.

Did I say something wrong?

I don't know, Hastings.

I really don't know.

the tombs of the pharaohs. I don't want
any pharaohs, Fitz.

Indeed, indeed.

You see, awful things might happen to
us.

Well, I certainly don't think you should
go alone.

Hooray! But I'm not sure if my wife
feels up to it. Hooray!

I mean, I do.

She can have a nice long rest.

Yes. Well, I'll go and have a word with
Adeline.

Oh, we'll come with you. Yes.

Perhaps we can persuade her to come.

strong. The door's locked. I don't want
to be disturbed by the steward.

Bonjour, ladies.

We're trying to get him to ourselves for
the day. Lure him into the souk.

Cajole him into the casbah.

What about coming ashore?

Certainly not. I've had a very bad
night. I stay in bed most of the day.

Well, I think I might go, Adeline.

Oh, do as you like, John, for heaven's
sake.

Do you mind if I just come in and get my
bed, Decker?

Yes, I do mind. I'm not getting out of
bed.

You go away, John, and let me have a
little pee.

We can go now.

What about your passport?

It's in my pocket.

Glory be.

Oh, very well. Look, I'll take the amber
one.

Oh,

very

well.

Look, I'll take the amber one.

sort of tourist thing as much as we can
for her. Good, good. I am absolutely in

your hands, Hastings.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He stings.

Now you look merely constipated.

It's all very well for you. This camel's
jolly uncomfortable to sit on.

It's sharp.

Good morning, Monsieur Poirot.

Ah, bonjour, Mademoiselle Henderson.

Good morning, Captain Hastings. Oh, good
morning.

Like that.

Happy. Ready.

Doesn't he look dashing?

Oh, yes, indeed.

You know, he looks as if he is summoning
up the courage to order the second tea

cake.

Mr. Poirot, have you seen the Capitans
ashore this morning?

I believe Madam Capitan was spending the
day in that cabin.

Ah, and what about Colonel Capitan?

Ah, let me think. He came ashore
yesterday. No, certainly he came ashore.

It's just that there was some talk last
night of us all coming ashore together.

Mr.

Poirot. Yes, mademoiselle.

Was Colonel Capitan alone when he came
ashore?

Was he alone?

Let me think.

Maybe someone was with him.

Miss Mooney and Miss Cregan, perhaps.

Ah, yes.

Yes, the two little girls. Yes.

They're not children, Mr. Farrow. Oh,
no?

Nor am I.

I say, Poirot, look at these
pomegranates. I don't think they

like you to touch the fruit, Captain
Hastings.

Oh, sorry.

Monsieur et madame Oliver.

What a pleasant surprise.

Are you alone?

Oh, quite alone, yes.

Oh, that nice General Forbes joined us
for a while, but he had to rush back.

He wasn't feeling at all the thing.
Jippy tummy, I dare say.

Now,

we were just about to take some lunch.
Would you care to join us?

Lunch? In a native place, you mean?

I say.

Why not?

Let's give it a go.

Count me out, Poirot. I think I'd better
be getting back to the ship.

Oh, must you desert us hastings?

Uh, one or two things to catch up on,
you know.

Very well.

Monsieur and Madame Toliver and I will
see you back on board shortly after

Please.

We'll let the two girls go first because
they're the least experienced.

Then it better be General Forbes.

He's an old hand at this sort of
competition.

We can't do it in the middle of
Alexandria Harbour, sir. I don't see why

Bates. We shoot in the general direction
of the open sea. There's nothing much

parked out there.

Maud, sir.

Maud? Well, I'm sure the Harbour Master
would have something to say about it,

sir. It started in India, you know.

Beg your pardon?

Had its origins in India, say, Pidgeot.
Oh, really?

In the 13th century.

Of course, it was bows and arrows. and
they didn't have that catapult thing,

just had these fellows with tremendously
strong arms.

But then you had an enjoyable day
ashore, I trust.

Absolutely. Good.

Come on, Tony!

I'll see you at dinner, perhaps.

I hope so.

Madeleine, my dear.

Madeleine.

It's locked.

You do not have your key?

No, I'll find a steward.

Ah, Poirot.

Steward, we seem to be having some
trouble with the clay pigeon

Really? It was originally planned, you
see, to take place on the 14th, but it

seems that we dock at Haifa on the 13th.

And that's one of those places where we
more or less have to go ashore and look

at the ruins while they re -vittle the
ship.

Now, that leaves the 15th, the 16th, and
the 18th. The 17th is no good, because

that's the night of the captain's party.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Shit!

Shit!

Fetch the captain, mon ami.

Look at this, Poirot.

Well, the souvenir sellers must have
dropped it.

That devil's...

Colonel

Clapton, what a tragedy.

Can you help us with this, Mr. Poirot?

I want to avoid involving the Egyptian
police, if possible.

Yes, Captain.

Perhaps I can.

Is anything missing as far as you can
tell, Colonel Clapperton?

My wife always keeps... kept... always
kept some cash in the second drawer of

the dressing table.

It seems to have gone.

How much was that?

Between 20 and 30 pounds.

Anything else?

Jewels. There weren't very many. Most of
them were in the captain's safe.

Well, perhaps you could let us have a
description of them.

I'll try. I don't know if I can remember
them very exactly.

I know the headband thing she was
wearing last night has gone.

What can you tell me about this?

That's not my wife's.

You're quite sure?

Quite. She'd never wear a thing like
that.

It is found on the floor between the two
beds.

Then someone must have dropped it there.

Would you say that your wife had any
enemies?

Certainly not.

Colonel Clapperton, you have been most
helpful. Thank you very much.

May I offer you my condolences?

If there's anything we can do,
Colonel...

Thank you, Captain, but there's
nothing... Nothing can bring Adeline

Good God.

Murdered, General Forbes.

Good God.

Murdered.

You were acquainted with Madame
Claperton before this voyage, I think.

I knew Adeline when she was Lady Powder.

I knew her before that, when she was
Adeline French. I was ADC to her father

back in 92 when she was seven years old.

Good God, I can hardly believe it.

I was in love with her for years.

She was not always the silly woman she
became.

You must not incriminate yourself,
monsieur.

Incriminate myself?

How could I?

Monsieur and Madame Tolliver tell me
that you came back to the ship before

lunch.

What of it?

Saying that you were ill.

All right, no, I came back to talk to
Adeline.

I hadn't seen her for 17 years, not
since the war, just after Pardo died.

I thought there might be a chance for
me, Ed.

But I didn't.

I mean, she was in mourning.

Of course, that didn't deter a man like
Claperton.

You came back to the ship to talk to
Madame Claperton.

Yes.

Tell me what happened when you got back
to the ship.

Well, nothing happened.

I went to her cabin and knocked, but she
didn't reply.

So I went back to mine.

And had a nap.

What do you say, Mr. Poirot?

One cannot hurry the little grey
cellars, Captain.

You rounded up the souvenir wall, did
you?

Yes.

Actually, one of them identified Miss
Henderson as having bought an amber

necklace.

Really?

Come in.

Yes, mate.

I've carried out my examination of the
body, sir.

And? The deceased died from a knife
wound to the upper thorax, sir. Good

Bates, we can all see that for
ourselves.

I'm sorry, sir, but I've only got my
first aid book, haven't I?

At what time did she die, Monsieur
Bates?

Oh, um, it's difficult to say, sir.

What with the weather being so warm
and... Never mind about that, Bates.

What we want to know is, what time was
Mrs Clapperton killed?

About ten o 'clock this morning, sir.

Ten, eh?

Give or take an hour or two, sir.

Oh, dear God.

It's all right, Kitty.

You went to know old things.

So is it. Kitty's eyes are a few well.

It's all right, Kitty.

Hello, Monsieur Poirot.

Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Craven. May I come
in for a minute, please?

Well... I only have one question.

No, it's just that Kitty's making such a
blessed racket.

Oh, dear, dear.

She blames herself, you see.

Well, and me.

But how can she blame herself?

Well, we did say some pretty dreadful
things about her.

My dear Mademoiselle Cregan, if everyone
on board who had said unpleasant things

about Madame Claperton were to make as
much noise as your friend, this vessel

would become a danger to shipping.

There. You hear that little girl?

What was the one question?

Oh, it is quite simple, really.

You both left the ship this morning at 9
.30 with the Colonel Claperton, yes?

You know we did. You saw us.

Precisum. So please tell me, was Colonel
Clapithon with you for the whole day

until you got back to the ship at four o
'clock this afternoon?

Yes, absolutely, every minute of the
day. He doesn't think... Oh, no!

Every minute of the day, you say?

Absolutely.

Well... Yes?

Well, we went to a cafe for some tea at
about twelve.

And he... Colonel Clapperton, that is.

Well, he went to the, you know, for a
couple of minutes.

Ah, I understand.

But just for a couple of minutes, you
say?

Well, one doesn't time it.

You had her jewellery.

Jewellery? She was rich.

What it matters to her.

Come, Mr. Skiddo.

Madam Claperton is dead.

You are caught red -handed by my
colleague, Captain Hastings, trying to

jewellery of Madam Claperton.

You admit that you let yourself into her
cabin. She was dead already.

I shouldn't have took her.

No one saw she was dead.

Yes, I think I do.

Me too.

So, we're back to the souvenir hawkers.

Why do you not consider one of the
passengers, Hastings? The passengers?

Who?

Colonel Claverton?

The watertight alibi.

General Forbes?

What about Mademoiselle Henderson?

Really? No.

I think perhaps she has the motive, no?
She's a lady, Poirot.

And you think, mon ami, that ladies do
not commit murder?

Ladies don't get found out.

Madame Claperton had been dead for at
least five hours when she was

found. A small amount of money and some
jewelry had been taken.

A string of beads was on the floor near
to her bed.

The door was locked and the key missing.

And the hatch which gives onto the deck
was open.

What are you driving at for her?

Madame Clapperton had locked the door
from the inside.

We actually heard her say so herself.

If Mrs. Clapperton could lock the door,
she could unlock it too, I suppose.

Precisement, precisely.

Which leads us to the inescapable
conclusion that Madame Clapperton

door and let in the murder.

Miss Henderson, I hope you don't mind me
asking. but you bought an amber

necklace yesterday, didn't you? Yes, I
did.

How did you know that?

The captain mentioned it.

He just happened to mention it.

Would you mind if I had a look at it?

I'm afraid I've lost it.

I must have dropped it somewhere, put it
down.

I don't know.

Yes.

Right.

Of course.

I thought Mrs. Clapperton a very
unpleasant woman.

In fact, I don't think anyone on board
ship really liked her, but surely, who

would have reason to kill her?

Mademoiselle, it is the opinion of every
person on board... Reason to kill her.

Mademoiselle, it is the opinion of every
person on board the ship that the

Colonel Clapperton would have been quite
justified in taking a hatchet to her.

Now, that was an expression I actually
heard used.

But he had an alibi.

He was on shore all day with the two
girls.

And he did not return to the ship until
four o 'clock that afternoon.

By which time, Madame Claperton had been
dead for many hours.

Seems to me we're back to General Forbes
as our only suspect.

Ah, post well, Mademoiselle Morgan.

I want, please, to ask a favor of your
niece.

Our niece?

Very well.

It's Mary.

from our national poet, Mr. Roger
Kipling.

Starting with the ladies.

I've taken me fun where I've found it.
I've rogued and I've ranged in me time.

I've had me pick in the sweethearts. And
four of a lot was prime.

One was a half -caste widow.

One was a woman from Prome.

One was the wife of a Jebediah size.

And one is a girl.

I don't.

Now... Pardon me, Mr. Russell. Oh,
that's all right.

Now, I am no hand with the ladies.

I'm sorry. I have to make an
announcement. If you would be good

down, sir. You come and join us, Mr.
Russell.

Ladies and gentlemen, you all know what
a tragedy occurred yesterday.

Sure, you will all want to cooperate in
bringing the perpetrator of the foul

crime to book.

As you know, we are fortunate enough to
have on board with us Mr. Hercule

Poirot, who is probably known to you all
as a man who has wide experience in

such matters.

I hope you'll listen carefully to what
he has to say.

Mr. Poirot.

Thank you, Captain Fowler.

Mesdames, Messieurs, what I am about to
do may surprise you a little.

It may occur to you that I am eccentric,
perhaps mad.

Ah, you may say, the little Belgian
detective is taking leave of his rocker,

huh?

But I can assure you, behind my madness
is, as

you English say,

Uninteresting.

Nothing is less interesting than a
suitcase, yes?

And you are right.

Except... Suitcases.

It's a doll.

Yes, a doll.

Except this doll is an important witness

to the truth of who killed

Madame Claperton.

But how is it this doll can tell us what
it knows, huh?

But this is...

You have not heard of dolls that can
speak?

Yes, of course you have.

All we have to do is put this doll back
in the suitcase.

Where we cannot see her.

She does not like to be seen, this
little lady.

Do you, my petite?

Now, can you tell us anything about the
death of Madame Claperton?

What is it, John?

The door's locked.

The door's locked.

Don't want to be disturbed by the
stewards.

I don't want to be disturbed by the
stewards.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you would clear
the room.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Did I do it right, Mr. Quarrel?

Oh, yes.

It was

you, General.

who gave me a valuable hint with your
mention of the musical stage.

I puzzle, huh?

I think.

And then, the evening before the crime,
Colonel Clapperton pretended to give

himself away.

He wanted us to believe that he was a
conjurer, because then it would never

occur to us that he was, in fact, a
ventriloquist.

And that's what he did when you heard
him talking to Mrs. Clapperton through

cabin door.

Precisum.

And by then, she was already dead.

Yes.

What about the necklace on the floor?

Was it Miss Henderson's?

No. It was put there to make us think
that some native thief was the killer.

Whether he'd cast suspicion on someone
who really cared for him was the cruel

irony.

Pardon.

I am sorry, mademoiselle.

He didn't do it for me.

It was those girls' youth.

It made him feel his slavery.

He wanted to be free before it was too
late.

We all have such dreams.

When did you guess it was him?

His self -control was too perfect.

No matter how galling was the conduct of
his wife, it never seemed to touch him.

That either meant that he was so used to
it that he'd no longer stun, or else he

knew his bondage would soon be over.

It was a cruel, dirty trick you played,
Monsieur Poirot.

I do not approve of murder.

Mademoiselle?