All language subtitles for 09. The King of Clubs

Thank you.

I'm not sure we should expect to see
each other again.

I couldn't bear that.

I have to see you again.

Please.

God, you're so beautiful.

Ahmed.

I'm married.

No, no, no!

All right, everybody, cut!

Ahmed. I'm married. Now, darling, can
you count to five?

I did. Count to ten, then.

This is no hide -and -seek counting, my
dear.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine,

ten.

Morning. Captain Hastings and Monsieur
Poirot. Guests of Bunny Saunders.

Ah, yes.

Very young, of course, to be directing
his first picture.

What a break, getting Valerie Sinclair
to star.

Yes. Films are very boring.

But the actors who are paid to deceive
us, now they are interesting, huh?

Quiet on the set!

Red light and bow.

Roll camera.

It's 2 -1 -8, take 11.

Action.

What was that alchemist doing here?

He's come to see to the horses.

That's his excuse, isn't it?

Is that not Ralph Walton? He was a big
star before the talkies.

With the horses.

Spends too much... Spends too much time
hanging around.

Hanging around here, if you ask me.

I'm sorry, dear boy. I'm dry. The old
brain box is gone.

All right, everyone. Let's take a short
break.

Going. Going. I don't want to hear
anything more.

And now.

Barney. Arthur, I'm glad you could make
it. Wonderful to see you. May I

introduce my good friend, Monsieur
Hercule Poirot.

Enchanté, Monsieur.

Mr. Law, I want to see Miss Sinclair in
my office immediately.

Yes, Mr. Reedburn.

Here, I must apologize for Reedburn.

He's the head of the studio.

No matter.

He is obviously a busy man.

Yes, he's just instructing me to sack
Ralph Walton.

Good God.

Well, the truth is old Ralph has passed
his best, but get him on a good day and

you won't find a better actor anywhere.

I suppose I've got to do it.

Reburn really hates it.

Please forgive me if just one.

What a terrible thing.

Bless you, Paul.

Good morning, Johannes.

Oh, Paul, please.

After all you did for my family.

Oh, not at all.

And what brings you to Parade Studios?

She a good fortune, eh?

My associate, Captain Hastings. How do
you do?

And your director are very old friends.

Oh, excellent.

Well, welcome.

Thank you.

You treat me like a child.

But I'm the biggest box office drawer
this studio has.

True. But without the studio, you would
be nothing.

Without me, you wouldn't even be in
pictures.

Perhaps I would have been better off.

Perhaps, but I doubt it.

You're too ambitious.

that. You know, you are even more
beautiful when you're angry.

Have you thought any more about my
little proposition, my dear?

Mr.

Walton, please, this is highly
irregular.

What's the matter, my dear Ralph?

You're the matter, you skunk.

What?

to sack me to my face.

Well, well, well.

You seem to have lost your manners as
well as your talent.

A shame.

You used to be such civilized company.

To get level with a snake, you have to
crawl on the ground.

See that Mr. Walton is escorted off the
premises at once.

You haven't heard the last of me,
Reborn.

Are you all right, Henry? Of course I'm
all right, and don't call me Henry.

He's an animal.

It's all right, my darling.

I tell you, I have a good mind to
withdraw my backing from this picture.

As long as you're with me, I can bear
it.

Just promise me that you won't see Reed
burn on your own again.

Yes.

Yes, I promise.

I'll do

my

best.

But you ought to see my husband.

I fear that I shall be safe.

in your hands.

Cut. What is missing, Bonnie, is sex
appeal.

The demure doctor's wife is drawn
irresistibly towards this handsome young

fellow. She knows she will be
unfaithful.

It's the way of women.

They cannot help themselves.

They are putty in the hands of the wild
demon that lurks.

in all of them.

Mr. Rayburn's out just coming up, miss.

Doctor's young.

Great work, lovely.

Thank you.

No, Inspector.

Something really terrible has happened.

Please send some men at once.

Thank you.

Hello? Is that RQ, Poirot? Yes.

It's Paul of Morinia.

Oh, your highness.

Please, Poirot, Paul.

Pardon, Paul.

The most awful things happen, Poirot.

I desperately need your help. Yes?

Valerie's in trouble.

Serious trouble.

Is she with you? She's just telephoned.

I'll do anything I can to help.

You see, Poirot, Valerie and I are
engaged to be married.

No, no. No, it's not generally known.

My family would never approve if there
was the slightest hint of scandal.

Where is Mademoiselle Sinclair now?

She's at a house near Reedbunt.

It's called the Willows.

How did she come there?

She just ran to the nearest house.

Is she implicated in a criminal matter?

I fear so.

Whatever your family might think, my
friend, you must call the police.

That's already happened.

They have been called? Yes. Excellent.

Be straightforward with them and they
will be discreet. I was against it at

first, but the people of the Willows,
the Oglanders, insisted.

Yes. But I'm worried about the
publicity.

I will do everything in my power to
protect your reputation.

But I must know exactly what happened.

In the library.

And you are?

Frampton. Mr. Reedburn's manservant,
sir.

Where is it, then?

The library.

It's over here, sir.

One moment, sir.

Holy mother of God!

Don't touch that, if you don't mind.

Well, it all happened so quickly, Chief
Inspector.

The four of us were playing bridge when
suddenly there was this commotion at the

window. We were astonished to see a
young lady beating at the panes.

Absolutely terrified, she looked.

Did you happen to notice what time this
was, Mrs. Oglander?

Must have been around ten.

Yes, I remember the clock in the hall
chiming the hour a little before.

Please go on, madam.

Well, Ronnie got up to let her in.

She was very out of breath. It seemed
she'd run across the gardens from

Montdesir. Did she say anything?

Yes.

Murder?

He's been murdered.

Murder? He's been murdered?

You're sure of that?

I shall not forget those words for as
long as I live, Chief Inspector.

Then she fainted.

Poor girl.

And, of course, we immediately
telephoned to the police.

Did any of you recognise her?

I thought there was something vaguely
familiar about her, but it was Geraldine

who guessed that it was Valery St.
Clair.

She's a tremendous fan of hers.

Aren't you, darling?

Now remember, mon ami, it is important
that we keep a discreet silence about

connection with Prince Paul and
Mademoiselle Sainte -Claire. Oh, yes.

Right.

The police took away the body early this
morning, sir.

Otherwise, the room is untouched.

And the curtains were drawn last night?

Yes, sir. I draw all the curtains every
evening.

So who has drawn back this one?

I couldn't say, sir.

Possibly Mr. Readburn did.

What is this house?

That's the Willows, sir.

Neighbors of Mr. Readburn. Name of
Oglander, I believe.

Ah, yes.

The Oglanders.

Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

Hey, this window overlooks the drive,
no?

That's right, sir.

Tell me, was Monsieur Reedburn expecting
any visitors late last night?

He didn't say so, sir. But after Mr.
Saunders had left... Barney Saunders?

That's right, sir.

He and Mr. Readburn were viewing rushes
in the projection theater.

Mr. Saunders left at about 9 .30, I
think it was.

And later?

Well, sir, Mr. Readburn gave
instructions he was not to be disturbed.

In the library, that is.

And you saw nobody, are I?

No, sir.

But, of course, they may have come in by
the side door without my knowing.

May I?

Thank you.

Was Monsieur Reedburn in the habit of
admitting the visitors late at night by

this door?

I believe so, sir. And you heard nothing
from the library after Monsieur

Reedburn had retired? Well, I can't be
sure, but I thought I heard a woman's

voice. A woman's voice? Yes, sir.

I may have imagined it, of course,
because that's what I would have

hear.

If you see what I mean, sir.

Quite so.

We're looking for a blunt instrument,
quite wide. Not like a poker, but heavy.

You start upstairs.

Here, oh, dear.

Here we go again.

My dear Chief Inspector, Jeff.

You have cracked this case already,
perhaps, no?

Won't be long, Poirot.

Have you ever heard of Valerie St.
Clair?

St. Clair?

The film star.

I've just been talking to her, as a
matter of fact.

Very intelligent girl.

It was her who discovered the body.

Film star?

Ah, yes.

She was frightened, of course, so she
ran off to that house over there. The

Willows. Hmm.

But what was she doing here, Inspector?

I understand it was very late. Business.

Mr. Readburn was a film producer.

They don't keep office hours, you know,
Poirot.

Valerie, Miss St. Clair, that is,
spotted an intruder, which makes my life

easier. There's a lot of gypsies around
here, apparently. Mr.

Readburn wasn't exactly a favourite of
theirs.

He tried to have them moved on several
times.

What was the cause of death, would you
say?

A blow to the back of the head.

There was also bruising between the
eyes, but the fatal injury was to the

You can still see the blood.

He was lying on his back.

Correct.

Perhaps he fell back against this?

Well, there'd be blood traces on that
arm.

Unless they were washed away.

Why would anyone want to make an
accident look like murder?

True enough.

True enough.

But one thing still puzzles me. Why does
Mademoiselle Sankaya run to the

willows?

instead of the house at the front, which
is much nearer.

Oh, that's simple.

As the body was here, and this curtain
was drawn back, the lights from that

house would be the first you'd see at
night.

But of course, you are several steps
ahead of me, my dear Chief Inspector.

Oh, you mustn't get discouraged, Poirot.

When you've been around as long as I
have, you develop a nose for this sort

thing.

Poor Valerie Sinclair had to come this
way in the dark.

Do you reckon Jab's on to something?

This gypsy business, I mean.

A man like Reed Byrne had enemies, huh?

Too many.

Would you mind waiting here for a
moment, sir? Merci.

La famille Hastings.

No bond is so strong.

Yes.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

You're from the police?

No, no, no, not at all.

Pardon.

We are acting in a private capacity for
a dear friend of Mademoiselle Sainte

-Claire. I see.

How can I help you?

You must excuse the room, by the way.

The police have instructed us to leave
things exactly as they were.

No, no, of course. I understand.

You were playing bridge last night.

Yes. And you yourself were sitting...
There, facing the window.

I was partnering my mother.

And it just bid one no trump when it
happened.

When Miss St. Clair appeared at the
window, I mean.

You had been playing for long?

Perhaps an hour or so.

We played several rubbers.

Mademoiselle St. Clair is still here, is
she not?

Yes.

Come in.

Monsieur Poirot, Captain Aiton. Thank
you for coming.

Mademoiselle.

Please. Yes.

I saw you on the set yesterday.

Ah.

Paul insisted on calling you last night.

Perhaps you could tell us what happened.

It was dreadful.

Utterly dreadful.

You might as well know, Reedburn was
blackmailing me.

I can't tell you why, so please don't
ask me, but for Paul's sake, for both

sakes, I tried to come to terms with
him.

Dear God, I can't say I'm sorry he's
dead, but believe me, I didn't kill him.

I swear it.

Just tell me what happened, my dear
lady.

I agreed to meet him last night.

I was desperate, you understand.

Well, last week he forced me to sign
another three -year contract with his

studio.

But he wanted still more.

More?

He said he was in love with me.

I don't need to tell you what he was
after.

I could see no way out.

He asked me to meet him last night in
the library at quarter to ten.

Courage, mademoiselle.

When I entered, it appeared to be empty.

Then I saw it.

By the window.

A body on the floor.

To my horror, I realised it was
Reedburn.

I could tell at once he was dead.

I was about to call out when something
made me look round. A curtain twitched

the other side of the room and my heart
stopped.

At the foot of the curtain, I could
clearly see a pair of feet.

Someone was there.

My God, all I could think of was getting
away, Monsieur Poirot. I saw the lights

of this house in the darkness and I just
kept on running until I got here.

It must have been a great shock,
mademoiselle.

But tell me, the window where you found
the body, it was

at the back of the library overlooking
the garden, yes?

Yes.

How was the... Curtain on this window.

Shut?

No. It was drawn back.

And on the other windows?

I think all the other curtains were
closed.

And this pair of feet.

It was a man or a woman, would you say?

Oh, a man, I'm sure.

They were boots rather than shoes.

Like hobnail boots, only very worn and
dirty.

Begging your pardon, sir. Mrs. Ogden, I
would like a word with you. If you

wouldn't mind meeting for a while in the
drawing room.

No, no, no. By all means.

No, mademoiselle Langlandard, should
have been three spades, not one neutron.

There

are

only 51 cards here.

There is one card missing.

Hastings, this explains everything.

There is no king of clubs.

Thank you very much for waiting,
gentlemen.

Madam.

I wonder if I might ask a small favor of
you, Mr. Poirot.

I am at your service, madam.

Well, you see, my husband is not a well
man.

And I'm terrified that if the newspapers
get hold of the fact that Miss Sinclair

is staying here, we shall have no peace.

Can I therefore rely on your discretion,
Mr Poirot?

I have not seen or heard of Mademoiselle
Sinclair.

You may rest assured, madame.

Thank you so much. I'm so grateful.

May I please ask you something, madame?

Which of you first noticed Mademoiselle
Sinclair at the window?

Well, it's difficult to say, really. The
commotion distracted us all.

But you could see her clearly from your
seat.

Oh, yes, indeed. I was facing the
window. I was probably engrossed in the

I'm afraid I'm a bit of a dunce when it
comes to bridge.

You're up to something, Poirot.

I'm dashed if I know what.

Patience, my friend.

Right, get him in line.

All right, all right, none of your half
locks.

Just get them off.

This is a serious inquiry.

Get their names on the labels and give
your boots to the constable.

You'll get them back, don't worry.

They're going to be looked at by a film
star.

God help us.

You know, Poirot, there's a bit more to
this modern art than you might think.

It isn't just that they don't know what
they're doing, even if it might look

like it.

This is most unpleasant, Hastings.

A pal of mine was telling me that what
they're trying to do is to show all the

sides at the same time.

Save us the trouble of walking round the
back.

It's quite a clever idea, in a way.

I mean, take this fellow, for instance.

I mean, that bit might be his front and
his back as well, if you get my meaning.

It's not quite scientific, really.

Trouble is, most of the time, they're
half mad with booze and drugs, so what

they see isn't all that reliable.

It's the artistic temperament that's the
problem.

What have you got there?

Oh, a bunny.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you and Monsieur Poirot,
actually. Prince Paul said you'd be

Oh, what's up?

Well, look,

it may be nothing important.

When I was driving back from here last
night, I nearly ran straight into

Walton coming the other way, swerving
around like some mad dervish he was.

So you think he was coming here to see
Monsieur Ridburn intent on revenge?

I don't know.

He certainly didn't look like a man
paying a social visit.

He doesn't wear hobnail boots, does he?

Walton, I mean.

Beg pardon, sir, but there's a telephone
call for Mr. Saunders. For me? Yes,

sir. Who on earth could be calling me
here? Excuse me.

So, did Ralph Walton kill Reed Bird?

That is the big question, mon ami.

What about the missing bridge card?

It is in my pocket.

I don't understand.

Well, there is no great mystery.

The missing card was in the box all the
time.

It had simply not been taken out with
the others. Say two.

Well, that was Prince Paul.

They say that Ralph Walton has been
taken to the local cottage hospital.

his car near here in the early hours of
the morning. Good heavens.

Is he all right? He had a broken
collarbone and a hangover. But he's

comfortable, apparently.

Look, I think I'll trot over to see the
old boy now, all right?

Hastings, why don't you accompany
Monsieur Saunders?

I must return to the Willows, and I
think it best if I go alone.

Oh, all right, if you think so.

Besides, you can question Monsieur Ralph
Rogan about last night, perhaps.

Right.

Hop in, then, Arthur.

Dixon driving one down on the track, so
I thought I'd get one myself.

Twin SU cars, no?

Yeah, it's a bit thirsty.

Quick!

Mr. Farrow.

I must apologize for this unexpected
return, madame.

I was anxious to fully set your mind at
rest.

You have a second daughter, madame?

Had.

She died, I'm afraid.

I am sorry to hear you say that.

In my country...

We Belgians have great respect for La
Mer de Famille, the mother.

She is all -important.

Do not worry.

I think it unlikely that the police will
ever learn the truth.

You will permit me, Madame, to return
the missing card to the pack?

To play bridge for over one hour with
only 51 cards, that is not very

believable, Madame.

You make one other small mistake.

You tell me that you are sitting here
facing the window when Mademoiselle

Sainclair appeared.

But your daughter tells me she also is
sitting here, so perhaps you are both

sitting in the same chair, no?

Nothing has escaped you, it seems, Mr.
Poirot?

You are feeling better, Mademoiselle.

Yes, much better, thank you.

Mademoiselle, I found these in the house
of Mr. Riedman.

What have they to do with me?

You are a good actress and a loyal
daughter,

Mademoiselle Oglander.

This is your father, Mr.

Oglander, no?

And this man, Monsieur Hortry, he is
also your father.

You can't be serious.

Mr. Poirot knows everything, dear.

Believe me, my dear lady, I make no
judgment in this matter.

Monsieur Hortry tries to save his
business with a little false accounting.

Well, fathers have done worse for the
sake of their children.

But Monsieur Hortry is caught.

And in his shame, he changes his name to
Oglander.

When your family come to live here, Mr.
Redburn discovers these facts and tries

to blackmail you. Is that not so?

I lived in dread, Monsieur Poirot, that
he would divulge everything.

Paul could never marry me then.

I think it is best...

Hi, Val.

What are you doing up?

No, I should be careful. We just saw
that little French chap snooping his way

back up here.

Vive la famille.

Au revoir, mesdames.

Like a lift back to town, Byron?

Ah, well, that is most kindly of you,
Inspector, but I have to meet Captain

Hastings back at Montesir.

Ah, yes.

By the by, how did you get on with the
Willows?

Ah, well, nothing of any interest, I
have to admit.

What about your gypsies?

Drawn a blank so far.

Difficult blighters to deal with.

But we'll find him sooner or later,
don't you worry.

I admire your persistence, my friend.

Little grey cells are all very nice,
Poirot, but it's dogged as does it.

Yes, well, thank you very much,
Inspector. I will try and remember that.

Au revoir.

How is Mr. Bolton?

Seemed pretty cheerful, all things
considered.

Claims he intended to give Reedburn a
good hiding, but by the time he got his

courage up, he was in no fit state.

No, no, it does not matter, Hastings.

The case is closed.

You mean you've caught the murderer?

There is no murderer.

What? There is no murderer because there
is no mother.

But Reedburn's body was found in that
window with a hole in the back of his

head. Wrong window, Hastings.

This was where the body lay first.

Look, my friend.

Do you see this blood stain?

Now, remember.

Chief Inspector Chapp said there was
bruising on the face of Mr. Redburn. The

reason? Because someone punches him
between the eyes.

Mr. Redburn falls backwards, hits his
head against this arm, and slips to the

floor.

That is an accident. It is not murder.

But if he fell here, why did he end up
over there?

Well, it is not impossible, you know, to
drag the body across the floor.

But why take it over there? Because it
was essential for their plan. Their

Yes.

Valérie Sainclair and Ronnie Oglander.

Well, the father is too ill, so it had
to be a son.

You see, mon ami, Mademoiselle Sainclair
visited Monsieur Ridburn last night,

accompanied by Ronnie.

There was a quarrel, no doubt, and the
young Mr. Oglander punched Mr. Ribbon in

the face. He fell backwards and hit his
head.

Voila. But how do you know all this?

Because of that window.

Now, remember, this was the only window
with its curtains drawn back.

Yes?

Why?

To give a view of the willows, the
Oglander's house.

In order to make it appear...

that Valerie Sinclair went to the
Willows by chance, it was necessary for

body to be found over there.

I see.

But... You have another question, when I
mean, no?

Well, yes.

I mean, what's the connection?

Between Valerie Sinclair and the
Oglanders?

What was that Ahmed doing here?

He's come to see to the horses.

Oh, that's his excuse, is it?

He spends too much time hanging around
here, if you ask me.

Oh, Bernard, he doesn't.

I'm still your husband, Vivian.

Just don't ever forget that.

Money. Excellent.

Very good, Ralphie.

Excellent.

Right, well, we'll print that one.

Now then, onwards and upwards, we'll
move on to scene 64.

As long as that one's clear.

Monsieur Poirot, have the police made an
arrest?

No, it seems not.

And from what I hear, the trail has gone
cold.

Well, the very idea that Val could have
been involved was always preposterous.

Open up the doors.

We'll get some air in here.

But I thought... No, no, no, no,
Hastings.

Look, it seems to me... My friend, you
are barking up the wrong bush.

The case of Monsieur Reedburn will
remain, I fear, one of that great body

unsolved cases.