All language subtitles for 07. The Mystery of the Spanish Chest

You're not serious.

You can't be.

It was a joke, that's all.

I was joking.

We're English, for God's sake.

My God.

when you were so keen on opera, Poirot?

Generally, mon ami, I am not, but
Rigoletto, the father who is jealous,

daughter she is dishonored, so he plans
the murder of Parfait, but he has failed

to understand the psychology, and the
result, catastrophe.

That is what interests me.

Well, just have a couple of good tunes,
I suppose.

Monsieur Poirot!

Monsieur Poirot!

I hope you'll forgive me intruding like
this, but when I saw you, I couldn't

believe it.

Is Lady Chatterton, is it not?

You remember me.

But then, of course, you would. I was
there when you solved the Chalfont

Diamonds case.

I was one of the suspects.

It was so thrilling.

And I have to say, Monsieur Poirot, you
were magnificent.

Yes. I've never forgotten seeing you at
work.

That's what made me wonder.

There is something troubling you, Lady
Chatterton.

Yes, there is.

Not me, you understand. My friend, Mrs.
Clayton.

I'm sure she's in danger, Monsieur
Poirot.

Is that Mr. Clayton? Oh, no, no, just a
friend. That's Major Rich.

Could you call on me tomorrow?

I'm sure you're a busy man, but... Lady
Chatterton, I will call on you at 11 o

'clock in the morning.

Thank you, Monsieur Poirot.

Marguerite Clayton is one of my dearest
friends.

As you saw, she's a very beautiful
woman.

Notoriously so.

It is said that ten years ago, two of
her admirers actually fought a duel over

her. In England?

Yes.

Nobody understood why she chose Edward
Clayton. She could have married anybody.

He has a violent temper, Monsieur
Poirot.

Marguerite lives in constant fear of
him.

And recently his behavior has become
very strange.

So quiet. So detached.

As if he were planning something.

Monsieur Poirot, I think Edward Clayton
is going to murder his wife.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

I wonder if you can help me.

There's something I'm looking for, but I
don't quite know how to describe it.

It's a type of knife.

Edward?

You're early.

Yes, I won't be able to come to Major
Richard's this evening, Marguerite.

Why can't you come tonight?

I have to go to Edinburgh.

There'll be some complications in the
Gordon case.

Can't your clerks order that?

No, it needs my personal attention.

But I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves
without me.

Would you prefer it if I didn't go?

No, I'd prefer it if you went.

I don't see why you should sit in by
yourself.

Have you told Major Rich?

No, I'll look in this afternoon.

I'm at the club until four, but I can
call in on my way to the station.

Well, if that's what you want, Edward.

Yeah, that's what I want.

Have a lovely time.

Well, it's none of my business what you
do.

You told me you're going to Scotland.

I just don't know if I can go through
with this, Curtis.

You want to know, don't you?

Do I?

These last six months, you've looked as
if you're wasting away.

I know.

I keep stepping back and saying this is
madness.

Good afternoon, Burgoyne. Good
afternoon, sir.

Is Major Rich in?

I'm sorry, sir.

Major Rich has been out since early this
morning.

Did he say what time he'd be back?

No, sir. I don't think he'll be long,
though.

All right.

I'll wait.

If he doesn't come back in a few
minutes, I'll leave a note for him.

sir. May I fetch you a pen? No, it's all
right. I have one. Thank you.

You can just get on with your duties,
Burgoyne. I'll leave a note for him in

sitting room.

Very good, sir.

I'd like a word with you, Major Rich.

Mrs. Clayton is a very old and dear
friend of mine, Major.

There's been a lot of talk about you and
her.

Too much talk, Rich.

Now look, Curtis.

I don't know what any of this has to do
with you.

As much or as little as I choose.

Mrs. Clayton finds your attentions
offensive, sir.

Now, just you listen to me. No, no, no.
Your attentions are unwelcome, Major.

Just get that into your head, will you?

If they continue, I should be obliged to
put an end to them myself.

You understand?

Good afternoon, sir.

Hello, Burgoyne.

I believe Mr Clayton is waiting for you
in the sitting room, sir.

Clayton? Yes.

No,

there's no one here.

He said he would wait for a few minutes
and then leave a note.

But I didn't hear him go, sir.

How much longer's Miss Lemon on holiday?

I can't make head or tail of her filing
system.

She's in Clinton for one more week, mon
ami.

What is it that you are looking for?

I thought we might have something on
this Edward Clayton.

You're looking very smart.

Thank you, mon ami.

I'm going to a party with Lady
Chatterton.

I'm going to meet the sinister Edward
Clayton.

I suppose you think he'll take one look
at you and change his mind about

murdering his wife.

All things are possible.

Come on, Poirot, admit it. You're only
going so you can be fucked over by Lady

Chatterton. You took this case on simply
because of the way she battered you up.

Do you think it is wrong, Hastings, to
enjoy the compliments or the battering,

as you say?

No, but do you have to show it quite so
much? It's all English.

Perhaps it is Belgian.

Hastings, why should I be the hypocrite?

To blush when I am praised and to say
like you, it is nothing.

I have the order.

The method and the psychology.

There. I admit it.

I am the best.

I am Hercule Poirot.

And now I think it is time for me to go.

A perfect gentleman must not keep
waiting a lady.

There is Madame Clayton.

Yes.

I can't see her husband.

She is speaking with her friend, Major
Rich.

Yes.

Caroline. I'm very glad to be here. This
is Hercule Poirot, a friend of mine.

Major Rich.

Hercule Poirot. I know that name.

You're the writer.

No. Where's Edward?

He couldn't make it, I'm afraid.

Are you over here on holiday, Mr.
Poirot?

No, I live here.

Well, have a drink. It's all very
informal.

Thank you.

Lady Chatterton.

Merci.

I'm so sorry, Monsieur Poirot.

Edward Clayton is not here.

Eh bien.

I can relax and enjoy myself.

Mary used to love dancing.

John lost his wife a few months ago.

My condolences, Major Rich.

Edward hates this modern music.

Just as well he's not here.

Your husband, he's unwell, madame?

No, he has business in Scotland.

And does he abandon you very often, your
husband?

I can assure you that normally Mr.
Clayton keeps a firm grip on Mrs.

A stranglehold, you mean?

These foolish things. No!

Nobody's sweetheart.

Yes, that'll do.

Music for second -rate people provided
by the inferior races, Ward.

That is not a very pleasant thing to
say, monsieur.

You're not dancing, Monsieur Poirot. Oh,
no, no, no, Lady Chatterton. This music

is for the young people, with the limbs
that are supple.

I'm sure you're a wonderful dancer.

No, no, no, no, truly.

But tell me, madame, who is that
unpleasant man over there with the

stick?

Unpleasant? Colonel Curtis.

He's an old friend of Marguerite's. Why
do you say unpleasant?

Now come along, Monsieur Poirot. I
insist.

I cannot drink.

There must be no more than three spoons
of sugar in my tea fan.

That is the way Miss Lemon prepared it.

I put three spoons.

Then Miss Lemon must use a spoon that is
smaller.

Chief Inspector Jacques, bonjour.

You're on a matter of importance, yes?

For you're up with the bird.

Lark. A cup of tea, Chief Inspector?

No, thank you.

Please be seated, Chief Inspector.

You have come for my help, I think?

Well, yes, you could say that.

Thing is, you see, I've come to
interview you.

Interview?

As a witness.

Witness to what?

You were at the Belgravia home of Major
John Rich last night?

Yes.

This morning I arrested Major Rich for
the murder of Edward Clayton.

You were saying that I'm a witness?

Did you by any chance remark on an
elaborate wooden chest in the room where

were? A Spanish chest, I believe it's
called.

I don't think... The man -servant, Burg
Goyne, discovered the body inside this

chest when he was cleaning the room.

Clayton's blood had seeped into the
carpet.

He'd been stabbed through the eye,
straight into the brain.

But you're telling me that the body was
there when... While the rest of you

listen to music and drink cocktails and
dance to whatever it is you get up to,

yes?

It's pretty macabre, isn't it?

It's revolting.

Chief Inspector, you are convinced that
the killer is Major Rich?

Rich was in love with Marguerite
Clayton.

That was the motive.

And he had the opportunity.

Clayton called round to see him a few
hours before the first guests arrived.

You think that Major Rich, he came home,
he killed Edward Clayton, put the body

in the chest, and then later he
entertained his guests in the same room?

That's about the size of it.

No.

No, Chief Inspector, and again, I say
no.

It is not possible that Major Rich
killed Edward Clayton.

I swear to heaven, Mr. Poirot, I never
saw him.

Have you any idea why Edward Clayton
should have wished to see you?

None at all.

According to Marguerite, Mrs. Clayton,
he was on his way to Scotland.

Had you ever discussed Madame Clayton
with her husband?

Why should I do that, Mr. Poirot?

Forgive me, Major Richmond.

How long ago is it since your wife died?

I know what you're insinuating, Mr.
Poirot, but there was never anything

improper between us.

Very good, sir.

Colonel Curtis will see you now, sir.

Really?

Take these gentlemen through to the
strangers' room.

Yes, sir.

That's the gymnasium through there.

There is a gymnasium here?

Oh, yes, sir. There's weights, fencing,
parallel bars.

It's very popular with the members.

Um, so you're thinking of joining, then?

No. All right.

Um, we'll go this way.

And, uh, there's no tool.

Excuse me, Colonel Curtis, your guest.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Colonel Curtis.

How do you do? I'd like to introduce my
associate, Captain Hastings. How do you

do? Please, sit down. Thank you.

Well, I'm sure you don't need to tell me
why you're here, Mr. Poirot.

It's a dreadful business.

Dreadful.

You have heard?

Yes. Your chappy at Scotland Yard.

Seemed to find it amusing that you were
there last night.

And you?

I think it's a godsend.

I mean, you're a detective.

I am the detective, Colonel Curtis.

then I don't need to tell you that Major
Rich, in my opinion, could never...

May I ask you, Colonel Curtis, how did
you come to know Edward Clayton?

I knew Mrs. Clayton before they married.

Was Mr. Clayton a friend of yours?

Of course.

He was Marguerite's husband.

I understand that Edward Clayton came to
visit you here at the club yesterday.

That's right.

What passed between you?

Oh, not much.

Had a drink together.

Tell me he was going to Scotland, but
that he'd look in at riches on his way

the station.

Did he say why?

No.

To apologize for missing the party, I
imagine.

Had he ever hinted at any impropriety
between Major Rich and Marguerite

Certainly not.

My apologies.

I cannot get it.

I try only to establish the fact.

Well, he wasn't much help, was he? Did
you remark upon his scars?

Yes. You probably need one to be a
member here.

Marguerite, you shouldn't have come.

I had to see you.

I don't know what to do, John.

There's nothing you can do.

Can't you leave us alone, officer?

The police question me. Margot.

I didn't kill him.

They're the private detective, too.
Asking questions.

Just tell them the truth.

How can I?

I know it seems hard, Margot.

But if you just tell them the truth...
I'm sorry. I can't stay here.

I'm sorry, John.

Marguerite.

I left Mr. Clayton here, outside the
sitting room door.

That must have been just after six o
'clock.

I went to press Major Ritchie's evening
suit.

But Mr. Clayton didn't leave, you say?

I think I would have heard him if he'd
gone.

Bien. Tell me, Monsieur Burgoyne, when
your master returned, did you actually

see him enter at the door?

I heard the door close, sir.

But you did not see him enter?

No, sir.

Thank you.

If you please, we will now go inside.

You think Major Rich was waiting for
Clayton? It is possible, Hastings. He

Edward Clayton. He puts the body inside
the chest. He comes out. He shuts the

door to establish that he has just
arrived.

Let us look at his Spanish chest.

Hello?

It is not the same.

Ah, the carpet has been taken up, sir.

You see, Hastings, this chest, it is
clearly visible from the door, yes?

But... Yes.

The screen conceals most of it from the
rest of the room.

What do you make of this, Hastings?

Woodward?

Come, Hastings. There is nothing more
for us here.

Well, Major Rich certainly had the
opportunity to kill Clayton.

That's the motive.

Go on, madame.

Well, Mrs. Clayton.

Doesn't look too good for him, does it?

You think not, Hastings?

I wonder what a beautiful madame Clayton
has to say about all this.

Romaine Gardens, if you please.

Oh, quick, gentlemen, please, please
help me. Something terrible has

She's locked herself in there, sir.

I can't get no answer when I knock.

Quick, mademoiselle, telephone for the
doctor.

I've washed out her stomach.

She ought to rest.

We shall take one or two minutes only,
Doctor.

You do understand the urgency of the
situation?

Yes.

No more than five minutes, though.

Oui, d 'accord.

Merci.

It was my fault.

It was all my fault.

Major Rich and I, we'd always been
friends.

But that was all.

Until his wife died.

Oh, it was all my fault, Mr. Poirot.

What did you do?

I prayed for my husband's death.

I wanted Edward to die.

Major Rich knew my feelings.

We talked about it, but only... He must
have misunderstood me.

He must have thought I was asking him to
kill my husband.

That's why he did it.

This is difficult, Hastings.

Very difficult.

The title phrase, s 'il vous plaît.

Have a coffee for me, please.

Merci.

To commit a crime, yes.

But then to invite 20 people into the
same room?

Major Rich has stabbed Edward Clayton.

He has put the body into the Spanish
chest minutes before a party is due to

start. What about the valet, Hastingson?

What of him?

He would be certain to discover the body
in the morning.

Now, Major Rich would have known that.

So why did not the Major dispose of the
body during the night?

I must return to the Scotland Yard and
the Chief is back to jail.

Oh, I'll come with you.

No, no, no, no.

You will take yourself to the military
club.

There is there, I think, a gymnasium.

What's a gymnasium got to do with it?

That is precisely what you will find out
for me.

Detecting is not what it was, you know.

They expect you to be a blooming liquid
dream.

How do you make this thing go backwards?

How do you mean?

I want to go back and type over
something. It must be some sort of

Isn't that one, is it?

See who that is.

Bonjour, Sergeant.

Mr Poirot, sir.

Ah, come in, Poirot.

All right, Ray.

Take a seat.

I'll be with him. Oh, damn, I'm blasted.

All this paperwork.

You any good with one of these?

No. And my own Miss Lemon is a lass.

Not ill, is she?

Worse, she is at Frenton.

Chief Inspector, I need to see the
contents of the pockets of Edward

the time that he was taken from the
chair.

Very popular with the members of the
gymnasium.

And that's where it happened?

That's what I was told.

All my time, though.

But there was a duel?

Yeah, six o 'clock in the morning.

I don't know who they were, so you
needn't bother to ask.

Why did they fight?

Why do you think? It was either some
woman, wasn't it?

Marguerite Clayton. I don't know who it
was.

They were about my ten bob.

Are these two men?

Was one of them having an affair with
Marguerite Clayton?

No, that was the bombing thing about it.
It was all just a joke.

One of the officers made a joke about
the lady, so the other one called him

That's all it was, a joke.

Only sort of joke, though. Go and get
yourself sliced up like salami.

Yes, we wondered about that.

That they expected it.

Voila.

Yes.

That's for you, Hastings.

Hello? Yes, Hastings.

Good. But he did not tell you the people
involved?

Excellent, Hastings.

Excellent.

Well?

Chief Inspector Jeb, I must ask you to
trust me as you have never trusted me

before.

Here we go.

Yes, but we have never before faced a
crime that is perfect, committed with

coldness.

It is remarkable.

I don't know why I bother sometimes.

I may as well stay at home and do my
garden.

Who do you want me to arrest now?

Mr. O 'Farrell, how long have you been
involved in the case?

I have nothing to say.

All right, Rich, peg your kit. You're
going out.

You know who... Who

is this, please?

Hello?

Colonel Curtis.

You got it wrong, you bloody little
frog.

You've arrested Marguerite Clayton.

You've degraded her.

Soiled her.

But she had nothing to do with it.

Two things, Colonel Curtis.

Firstly, I am not a bloody little frog.

I am a bloody little Belgian.

Secondly, I know quite well that
Marguerite Clayton is innocent.

Go on.

Edward Clayton believed his wife to be
unfaithful.

There was talk, but he was not certain.
So he came to you, his friend, and you

suggested a scheme fantastique.

Will you listen to me?

Will you do as I say?

I just don't know if I can go through
with it, Curtis.

Monsieur Clayton was obsessed with the
possibility that his wife had been

unfaithful. And so you fueled his
jealousy for your own ends.

First you tell him he must play the old,
old trick of pretending to go away.

A business trip to Scotland will do very
nicely.

Then he gains admission to the house of
Major Rich under the pretext of leaving

a note.

Then, following your scheme, Edward
Clayton conceals himself inside the

Spanish chest.

Now he can hear for himself what takes
place.

Perhaps he will hear Major Rich make
love to his wife, but at least the

will be over.

He will know.

But there is one further consideration.

To breathe inside a box, he needs the
air.

And so with the instrument he has
brought, he makes a hole through which

not only breathe, but most important of
all, through which he can observe.

But the poor, deluded Clayton, he did
not know that you also were in love with

Marguerite, that you had always loved
her, fought even a duel for her.

Fertig?

Ready?

We're English, for God's sake.

Who told you that?

Your first

scheme had been merely to get rid of
Edward

Claythorne, but even with your husband
out of the way...

You began to fear that she might
eventually turn to a younger man.

Major Rich.

His last scheme of yours would encompass
them both.

With one stroke, Edward Clayton is dead.

And Major Rich will hang for the murder.

Nobody knows I'm here.

When the police find you tomorrow,
they'll know they were wrong to release

You still wish to fight for Margaret
Clayton?

After all these years?

But not with me, I think.

Will you fight for her, Colonel?

Thank you.

I'm forever in your debt, Mr. Cuaron.

Eh bien, madame, it was nothing.

My husband was not a likable man, but to
be murdered in cold blood... I

don't see why you had Mrs. Clayton
arrested.

Major Rich, it was necessary to smoke
out the Colonel Curtis, you understand,

and to make a public spectacle of madame
Clayton.

It was the only way.

You were wonderful.

As I say, madame, it was nothing.

I was lucky, that is all.

We'll always be grateful to you, Mr.
Poirot.

Major.

Always.

Nothing. Lucky.

I am learning, Hastings. It is more
English, yes?

The humbleness? No.

I am learning.

I shall be the most humble person in the
world.

No one shall match Hercule Poirot for
his humbility.