All language subtitles for 08 - The Theft of the Royal Ruby

One of my father's most valued
possessions, from the reign of the

Ramesses.

Some more?

Yes, your highness.

And some coffee for the woman?

Very good, your highness.

Where are you going?

Going to powder my nose. Won't be a
minute.

He wants another bottle of fizz. He's
been through two already, him and the

tart.

What is she?

Beg your pardon, Your Highness?

The woman.

What is she?

I couldn't say, Your Highness.

apologize, ladies. Your lady friend
left, your highness. She got a taxi and

left.

Get Scotland Yard.

Thank you.

On your own for Christmas, Mr. Poirot?

Yes, indeed.

Miss Lemon, she visits an aunt at
Turkey.

And Captain Hastings?

On a course.

Oh, pardon. He is in Scotland.

So, yes, I am quite alone.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Poirot.

No, no, no, no, no. Not at all. A week
of the complete peace and repose.

The demi -kilo of your chocolate's most
excellent is for Poirot the Christmas

parfait.

Thank you.

And a happy Christmas.

Merci.

Are you Mr. Geparo?

Yes, who are you?

Would you get in the car, please, Mr.
Geparo?

Mr. Jesmond wants a word with you.

Why?

Just get in the car, please, Mr. Geparo.

He was most insistent, sir.

Did Monsieur Jasmine say what he wanted
me for?

Only that it's a matter of national
importance.

I'm not empowered to say anything more,
Mr. Poirot.

Why should this concern Farouk?

Why should this concern you?

This foolish young prince, whom you will
not name?

He comes to London to collect from
Asprey's the priceless ruby which has

remounted? Yes.

Foolishly, he becomes acquainted with a
young lady?

Well... And continuing his foolishness,
he permits this young lady to wear the

jewel in a restaurant while they have
dinner together.

I think, uh... No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, Monsieur Jasmine.

If you please, I have listened. You must
now do likewise.

This... Fool, this young prince is then
surprised when this young lady

disappears with his jewel into the
night?

No, no, no, no, no.

This is a matter, I think, not for
Hercule Poirot.

This is a matter, I think, for the
commissioners in Lunacy.

I like the trailer. He's funny.

You are the prince.

Prince Farouk.

Heir to King Fuad of Egypt.

If you get out.

The Wath nationals will use the candle
quarrel.

The Wath want British out of Egypt
completely.

They want total Egyptian control of the
Suez Canal now.

My father cannot live for long.

When he dies, I inherit the throne.

Then I will show them.

Now I'm tired.

I'm going back to the hotel.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. And again,
no.

Poirot has squandered his talents
before. Many times he has assisted fools

their folly. But this royal, rude,
arrogant fool? No. Poirot draws a line.

It is imperative to British interests,
Monsieur Poirot, that the prince should

succeed to the throne.

And what about the interests of the
Egyptians?

You think he will be a ruler that is
wise and just?

Monsieur Poirot, I beg of you.

The prince is still young.

How young is he?

Nineteen.

Did anyone else know about the ruby?

No one.

You did not talk about it to anyone?

No.

Well, I may have done.

Perhaps one of the Kings Lacey.

But Colonel Lacey is an old friend of my
father.

An Egyptologist.

He is one of England's most famous
archaeologists, Monsieur Poirot. King

is a magnate for all sorts of people
with interests in Egypt.

Then perhaps it is at King's Laissez
that the answer is found.

Was anyone else present?

Am I a criminal?

Am I to be questioned like this?

Iris Moffat took the ruby. We all know
this.

Find Iris Moffat.

You'll find the thief.

No, no, no. I think not.

This robbery, it has been planned with
the utmost care.

One person alone could not have carried
it out.

Tell me, Your Highness.

Was anyone else present when you talked
about the jewel to Colonel Lacey?

No. I don't know. Maybe.

Yes.

There were children.

And a man with two names.

The Lacey's are good friends of mine,
Mr. Poirot.

I may be able to concoct a story that
will enable you to spend Christmas

Christmas? I seem to remember my wife
telling me they were concerned about

granddaughter's choice of men, friends.

No, no, no, no, Monsieur Jasmine. I have
made other arrangements.

You see, I have my books, my radio, my
demi -kilo of

excellent handmade chocolates from
Dupre, my radiators that are nice and

The Lacy's are very hospitable people,
Monsieur Poirot.

And they have an excellent central
heating system.

You might do better at auction, you
know, Colonel Lacey.

Oh, no, no, no, it's too public.

Em mustn't know about this.

Imagine the fuss she'd make.

I don't want to sell anything, David.

I wish we had one item which would cover
the whole amount.

Something small she wouldn't notice.

Haven't you still got that little
footstool from the Amman hotel, too?

I'm not going to part with that.

That was almost the first thing to come
out of my first day.

Well, what do you suggest, then?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't want to part with any of it.

Tell you what, come and spend Christmas
with us. Have a good look at everything.

I don't like to impose on Mrs Lacey at
such short notice. Oh, nonsense.

It's a nightmare.

Sarah's going to be there, too.

And that Lee Workley fellow, I suppose.

Lee Workley? Good chap.

Knows a lot about Egypt.

Lots of things to talk about.

You're keen on Sarah, aren't you?

Well, yes.

But I think your granddaughter's rather
keener on Lee Wortley.

Oh.

Well, there you are, then.

You've got three days to edit a series.

Come down, Christmassy.

Peverell takes ages to get to the door.

Peverell? The butler. He's 90 at least.

Who are you?

I am Hercule Poirot.

And you, monsieur?

Colin. I'm Brigitte. He's my cousin.

You haven't seen Michael anywhere, have
you? Batty -looking chap with glasses.

Non.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon to you, monsieur
Peverell.

Come on, Brigitte.

Mr. Hercule Poirot, madam.

Mr. Poirot, how very nice to meet you.
Madam Lacey, you have a most beautiful

house. Yes, isn't it?

It's this tree I'm worried about at the
moment.

Is it vulgar enough yet, do you think?

It's so good of you to come, Mr. Poirot.

Oh, please sit down.

Thank you, madam.

Edwina Desmond tells me that you were
very helpful to some friends of hers in

case very like ours.

But perhaps you don't know what I'm
talking about.

I understand that this is a matter
rather unfortunate concerning the

of a young girl.

Yes, yes, my granddaughter, Sarah.

She's got herself mixed up with this
dreadful man.

He calls himself Desmond Lee Wortley.

And this man, he has not a good
reputation?

Oh, indeed he has not.

But it's no good telling Sarah that.

Never any good telling young girls that
a man has a bad reputation, is it?

It is often, I believe, an added
attraction.

Yes, well, anyway.

Edwina Jesmond tells me that you might
be able to find out something... How

shall I put it?

Something useful about this Deadmund Lee
Wortley.

How long do I have to do this for?

Oh, you give it a good old stir, sir. Go
on, Desmond, don't be lazy.

The longer you stir, sir, the better
your luck will be.

Why do you have two?

Well, the big one's for Christmas Day
and the small one's for New Year's.

Ah, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, Mr. Poirot, you must have a stir,
too.

Sarah won't let anyone else have a go. I
need all the luck I can get. This is

Sarah, my granddaughter, Mr. Poirot. How
do you do?

One without Sarah.

And Mr. Lee Wortley?

Monsieur Lee Wortley?

Desmond. Desmond.

And Gloria Lee Wortley, his sister.

Enchanté, mademoiselle.

How do you do?

And this is our maid, Annie.

Mademoiselle Annie.

And I'm David Welling.

Ah, Monsieur Welling. How do you do?

And who may I ask is responsible for
these puddings? Most magnificent.

Well, that would be me, I reckon, sir.
This is Mrs. Ross, our cook.

Hello, Madame Ross. You are truly the
artist.

Oh, thank you very much, sir. Oh, no,
no. But to do the whole house, it is

rather not with the nutmeg, the ginger,
the ice piece, the...

The brand.

C 'est magnifique.

Oh, thank you.

You're going to have a good old star,
sir.

It is permitted.

You just go right ahead, sir. Go on, Mr.
Poirot.

Merci beaucoup.

What do you

think of the glass vase?

The blue one. I noticed it.

18th dynasty?

Yeah.

You're looking very furtive.

Stop it.

No, my dear, not at all.

Ah, Mr. Poirot.

Horace, come and meet Mr. Hercule
Poirot. Not the Hercule Poirot.

There is but one Hercule Poirot, and I
am he.

The great detective?

The same.

Let me see.

You are Michael.

How do you do, Monsieur Poirot? I'm
Horace Lacey.

Ah, I am indeed honored to meet you,
Colonel.

Mangoes. Look damn delicious, don't
they? Indeed they do, monsieur.

Don't be fooled.

They're absolutely impossible to eat.

Indeed. They come out of India.

Impossible to get the stone out. I spent
the best years of my life trying to

hack the stone out of mangoes.

If I might demonstrate.

Thank you.

with the tip of a sharp knife.

We insert it here until we feel the pip.

Then we cut around the mango, comme ça,
feeling the stone all the time

with the tip of the knife.

There.

Then, with a spoon, we insert it here
and

go over and across the stone all the way
around.

Until the foot half, it separates.

Then, with a knife, on the top.

Voilà.

Oh, God above.

Do you see that, Eb?

There's an absolute marvel with a
banker.

Where did you learn that?

A duke taught me.

I don't know.

He's dangerous, Desmond. He's got to be
dealt with.

Yeah, I know.

Where did you put it?

Why don't we put on a show for that old
Poirot fellow?

There's but one Hercule Poirot, and I am
it.

What sort of a show?

We will arrange the murder.

The body, still and cold.

The young, so beautiful girl.

Moi, naturellement.

When shall we do it? Come on, let's go
inside and talk about it.

Do not eat none of the plum pudding.

One as wishes you well.

I haven't even tried it yet.

Happy Christmas, Mr. Farrow. Happy
Christmas, Michael.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Colin.

You don't like Christmas pudding, Mr.
Poirot?

Au contraire. I am inordinately fond of
the plum pudding.

maid. I've got the pig.

There you are. There's justice for you.
I've got something.

Bit of damn got.

How did that get in there?

I'd have broken my damn tooth.

You would permit me, mother?

Perhaps it's a ruby.

If it was a ruby, it would be worth
thousands.

No, it is not a ruby.

It is simply glass.

I've got a sixpence!

Madame Ross?

Yes, sir?

Oh, no, no, no, no. Please be seated.

It is permitted that I congratulate the
cook on a luncheon delicious.

Oh, just plain English cooking, sir.
There is none better.

You will allow me?

Thank you very much, sir.

And the pudding.

Oh, thank you, sir. As a matter of fact,
I served the wrong pudding today.

How is that, Madame Ross? Well, I used
to make two, one for New Year's Day.

There was a bit of an accident this
morning. One of the boys ran straight in

here and into Annie as she was just
putting it into the steamer.

What a disaster.

Oh, you should have seen the mess, sir.

So anyway, I served New Year's pudding
instead.

I have the pleasure to inform Your
Highness that I have been successful.

Where's the thief?

The thief?

No, no, no, no, no, Poirot!

Monsieur Poirot has done a magnificent
job, Your Highness. You're supposed to

catch the thief!

I'm afraid we do need to know the real
identity of the thief.

We suspect there is a cell of waft
sympathizers in this country. The waft

animals!

My father is to stop with them. Who are
supporting the waft financially. We must

neutralize them.

Neuter them!

I was not informed of this. I'm sorry.
We assumed that when you retrieved the

ruby, you would also apprehend the
culprit.

Then we will neutralize her also.

It is in this country's interest too,
Monsieur Poirot.

You really have only completed half the
task.

Very well.

What are you doing?

If I am to catch the thief, I will need
a ruby as bait.

Okay.

Thank you.

I must apologize for the prince. He is
young.

When he's never too young to learn the
manners.

Indeed, indeed.

Unfortunately, the prince has never seen
any reason to do so.

Why not?

You said the 23rd.

You could have milled the part yourself
in this time.

Now... And you're quite sure about that?

Yes, of course we'll be there.

Still not ready?

Tomorrow. Good morning.

Good morning.

Em? Yes, dear?

Detective.

I think he's foreign, wasn't he?

I'll tell you why.

When he went up to bed last night, he
said, Bonsoir.

And instead of good night, that is.

That's good night in French.

Well, at first I thought he was being
facetious.

Then I thought back and... Very amusing,
Horace.

Bonjour, mademoiselle. Oh, hello, Mr
Poirot.

You haven't seen Desmond anywhere, have
you?

Yes, he was in the drawing room with his
sister, mademoiselle.

I've looked there.

No, no, I can't.

What about the blue bath?

Absolutely not.

It's just not on.

The painted coffin?

No.

Colonel Lacey, I know this is difficult
for you.

But you asked me down here to look at
your collection with a view to

one of them.

I know. I know.

Listen to me, David.

Perhaps I don't really have to sell
anything after all.

Circumstances change.

No, no, no, no, no. It's for you
children. Now, Bridget, what about you?

you've got a good one. Come on.

Come on.

Now, then.

What is it?

Is it a book?

No, it's a film.

Did I ever tell you that? I used to be a
waiter at the Savoy, you know. Oh,

careful, careful.

It's all right, it's all right. You'll
be very unpopular if you've got it.

Yes, but not with you, though.

Oh, no.

Not with me.

It's a book.

Two words.

First word.

Nut. Bowl.

Berry. Tolly. You're not supposed to use
objects.

Sixth syllable.

Jacket.

Frog. Holly frock.

Coat. Collar.

Necklace. Bar.

Holly fur? What's that meant to mean?

I must say, David, I don't think you
quite grasp the rudiments of this game.

Ring.

Second word.

Turn. Ring.

Strangle. Ring. Washing.

Drive.

Drive. Drive.

Holy first screw.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It is, I think, Oliver Twist.

Right. Only first whistle.

Well done, Mr. Poirot. You win again.

Now it's your turn.

No, no, no, no, no. Please forgive me.

All of a sudden I am tired. I will, I
think, retire.

But it's only ten o 'clock.

It is perhaps the Christmas pudding that
affects me.

I am not used to such Lucallian fare.

I thank you for a most enjoyable
Christmas, and I wish you all.

Good night.

Good night.

Mr. Poirot! Mr. Poirot!

Mr. Poirot, can you help it? Something
awful has happened!

It is horrible. It is like something in
the theatre.

That's how we found her, Mr Poirot.

You boys, you have touched nothing.

No, we haven't been near her.

There are footprints.

The footprints of a man.

They arrive with a girl.

But they depart alone.

You are amused?

It's all right, Bridget. You can get up
now.

I do not understand.

It's all a joke, Mr. Poirot.

This is no joke, mes amis.

The young lady, she has no pulse.

Bridget?

The boys, they planned a comedy. It just
turned into a tragedy.

She's dead? I think there can be no
doubt. I can detect no pulse.

You try.

No, no. Please, just for me. My hands
are very cold.

The pulse, it might be very faint.

No.

Nothing. Not even a slight flutter?

No. Look, I think someone better get the
police, all right?

I'll go.

You stay here.

Very well, mon ami. But hurry.

The miscreant may try to run away. I'll
be as quick as I can.

him, so I went along to find Sarah, and
she's not in her bedroom. Now, where is

she? Have you seen her? She's dead.
What? Mr. Poirot says she hasn't got a

pulse. What do you mean?

Poirot, what on earth's going on? What
happened to Bridget?

Well, tell her, Mr. Poirot.

Tell her what?

Bridget!

We thought you were dead.

You played a trick on us.

A trick, yes, but not on you.

You all right, Mademoiselle Bridget? I'm
fine, but my husband, I can't wake him,

and I can't find Sarah.

If Monsieur Desmond Lee Wortley intended
to leave this country in haste, where

might he go?

He's got his own private aeroplane.
Where does he keep it? At the aerodrome,

near Elk Street.

Monsieur Welling, you have a car?

Yes. Bon.

On y va.

But where is Sarah?

I must see Sarah.

So when you were making off with
Perrault's family jewels in London, I

miles away down here. The perfect alibi.

We've done it.

Paris by lunchtime?

A New Year's wedding in Cairo, a new
life.

How far is it to Esri Aragron? About 12
miles.

You care for Mademoiselle Sarah, yes?

That's why I came down here, really.

There was no other reason?

Yes, all right.

Colonel Lacey's taken a crash on the
stock market.

He's having to sell some of his artwork.

But he doesn't want anyone else to know.

Not even Mrs. Lacey.

I comprehend, Mr. Welling.

Warhol shall be discretioned, sir.

I only came down here, really, to see
Sarah.

I can't make her out, Mr. Marlowe.

I can't think why she's run off with
this Lee working, sir. It's just

infatuated.

You have not lost it yet, mon ami.

But now we must make haste if we have to
catch them.

Not far now.

Don't

worry.

I've got an idea.

Where is it you are going? Hold tight.

Put your backs into it, lads. The lady
and gentleman are in a hurry.

Here we are.

We've made it.

Let us hope so, what I mean. There,
look.

We're too late.

I think not.

You have something that does not belong
to you, Monsieur Lee Wortley.

So you've finally caught up with me,
Jasmine, have you?

Well, you're not going to be fermenting
trouble for a few years.

Do you think I'm the only person
fighting to free Egypt?

I'm a very small cog, I can assure you.

Yes, I'm sure you are.

Thank you, Mr. Lee Bradley.

Take him away.

Come and give me a hand. Sarah's
trapped.

His sister?

Where's Sarah?

When the hell should I know?

And I'm not his sister.

All right, madam. Come along.

You steal my jewels, eh, harlot? Aren't
you fussy?

Dignity, your highness.

Yes, yes.

Dignity.

Daughter of a licentious camel!

Ah, Poirot.

These girls, eh?

Do you still have the ruby? We can
hardly thank you enough, Mr. Poirot.

Quite, quite.

We will give you an honor.

Would you like the order of the golden
snake?

Your Highness is too kind. Yes, I will
see my father about it.

Mr. Poirot.

Where is Sarah?

If she's not with Lee Wortley, then...
I'm afraid that I misled you, Mr.

Welling.

Earlier this morning, I sent my mother
Sarah to warn His Highness.

She's a good -looking woman, eh?

Et voilà, the ruby.

afraid, Mademoiselle Sarah, that it is
evident to me that the flirtations with

you of Monsieur Desmond Lee Whatley had
been most carefully planned.

Just to camouflage, you mean?

I regret.

He was in need of an alibi.

He must not be seen in London while the
woman that you knew only as his sister

stole the jewel. He then had to wait for
her to bring it to him here.

Why didn't he just buzz off as soon as
they got it?

Well, that had been their intention,
Colonel Lacey, but unfortunately for

The aeroplane developed the engine
trouble. They had to wait for it to be

mended. Why not?

You know, you said the 23rd.

You could have milled the part yourself
in less time.

Once I discovered the ruby in the
otherwise most excellent Christmas

You would permit me, madame?

Perhaps it's the ruby.

I strongly suspected, Monsieur Lee
Wortley, but I have no proof.

So you set a cunning trap?

As you say, Monsieur Michael.

I set a cunning trap.

He knew

that I had the jewel.

And it was essential to his plan that he
retrieve it.

No, not with me.

But, unfortunately for him, I was by
chance witness to a scene between

and Mademoiselle Sarah.

in which he tried to ensure that I could
no longer hinder him by drugging my

coffee.

Thus forewarned, I was able to
substitute my coffee for that of Colonel

Horace?

Horace?

Horace! You see, that's why I couldn't
wake you up.

Please accept my sincere apologies,
Colonel, but it was necessary to confirm

suspicions.

While I pretended to be asleep, Monsieur
Lee Wortley searched my room.

Believing me to be in a drugged stupor,
he had no fear of being apprehended.

Of course, he found nothing.

Because of Ruby, it was in my hand.

So what did you do then?

He came to see me.

I had heard Colin and Michael making a
plot, so I arranged a little counterplot

of my own.

Why don't we put in a show for that old
Poirot fellow?

What sort of a show?

We will arrange the murder.

The body filled and cold. I turned their
deception into a deception of my own.

I thought I'd bust already my breath.

I knew she wasn't dead.

No, you didn't. No, but it was enough
that Monsieur Lee Wortley was persuaded

the fact.

He saw his chance to take the ruby and
run. As soon as he ran, I had my proof.

The rest, you know.

Hold on.

Well, you still haven't told us how this
jewel came to be in the pudding in the

first place.

Oh.

Monsieur Lee Workley and his sister were
in the kitchen stirring the pudding.

They recognized my name and assumed that
I was there in pursuit of the jewel.

And, of course, they panicked.

And hid it in the pudding.

The New Year's Day pudding, yes.

But when the Christmas Day pudding was
dropped, the New Year's Day pudding was

served instead?

Yes, sir.

And the ruby discovered.

Would have broken my tooth.

But there is one thing that Poirot does
not understand.

This note.

It was placed in my bed.

And still I do not know who wrote it.

I, Hercule Poirot, whose business it is
to know everything.

Do not eat none of the plum pudding.

One as wishes you well.

Annie?

Excuse me, sir.

I couldn't help but overhear you.

It was me.

But why?

I heard them, sir. That Mr. Worthley and
his sister.

I thought

they

meant to poison you, sir.

In the plum pudding.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't tell Mrs. Roth. She wouldn't
listen to the likes of me.

So you left her now?

Yes, sir.

How is that, Annie?

You have the gratitude most sincere of
Hercule Varro.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much, sir.

Bye, Mr. Poirot. Au revoir, sir. Au
revoir, au revoir, Colonel Leslie.

Dear Mr. Poirot, you really have made
this a most memorable Christmas for us

all. And perhaps, madame, your own
little problem is also solved, n 'est

pas?

It certainly seems so.

Such a nice young man, don't you think?

Yes, you know.

Au revoir, madame.

Thank you, Mr. Peverello.

Au revoir.