All language subtitles for 08 - Jewel Robbery at the Grand Metropolitan

When the Russian actress and dancer
Natalia Dovzhenko made Salome in 1908,

she wore a necklace made of magnificent
pearls given to her by the Tsar.

Last week, at an auction in Paris, I
paid 300 ,000 francs

for that same pearl necklace.

My wife is going to show it to you now.

Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends, our
new play premieres here at your

beautiful theatre next week prior to a
six -month tour of America.

Yes, Margaret is taking the leading part
and she will be wearing the Zod pearls

at each and every performance.

Mr. Opelson, don't the pearls get stolen
in the course of the play?

Yes, they do.

But that's in the play.

You'll be under guard 24 hours a day.

I think I can promise you that they're
not going anywhere.

And again, please.

Thank you.

What is your diagnosis?

Well, essentially, you're run down.

Even those famous grey cells of yours
need an occasional rest.

It is true, Mr. Poirot.

You've been taking on much too much
recently.

Two weeks complete rest.

That's the answer.

If I were you, I'd think of getting out
of London.

This hotel, Hastings, it has, I hope,
the full central heating.

Well, Miss Lemon said it had all the
comforts.

Now, where's the cab?

Well, I must say, it's good to be out of
London.

Less traffic for a start.

Less taxis also, it would appear.

Yes.

I know you.

It is possible, yes.

Your face's been in the paper.

Yes, that is true, on many occasions.

You're lucky, Len, and I claim my ten
guineas.

I said the right word, so where's my
money? Please, do you mind?

Grand Metropolitan Hotel driver.

Right -o, Gav.

It's a sort of game one.

The newspaper prints a photograph of
this character, Lucky Lamb, and whoever

finds him gets ten guineas.

This holiday, Hastings, already I begin
to have the second thoughts.

Your key, Mr. Worthy. Room 113. Yes,
sir. It's as you requested.

On the first floor.

Good.

Thank you.

I'll have your bag sent up, sir.

These most curious are tasting you, they
do not remark.

What's that?

The gentleman that just booked in ahead
of us. Honestly, Poirot, you are

incorrigible. Mr. Poirot, isn't it? Yes.

What a great privilege to have you here
at the Grand Metropolitan.

Thank you.

Boy, you've got a nice sea view here.

Bathroom through there.

Two bedrooms.

You going to the races?

Oh, we might.

No, I think not.

Laughing Boy and the Four O 'Clock.
That's my tip.

How about the theatre?

There's a new show opening this week.

I can get you tickets.

Hastings.

Well, I reckon you'd enjoy it, sir. You
being a detective and that.

They've got a necklace worth a bundle on
stage.

Yes, I read about that. Mr Opelson, the
producer, he's staying here too.

Him and his wife.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Oh, more, more, s 'il vous plaît.

This is Monsieur Upperson.

Would you happen to know which is his
room?

Poirot. Yeah, of course I do, sir. The
Imperial Suite, number 114, just here,

sir.

Ah,

here we are.

Laughing Boy at four o 'clock.

Seven to one.

Perhaps I will have a platter.

Mr. Poirot. I hope you'll forgive me,
Mr. Poirot, but when I heard that the

famous detective was staying at the
hotel, I just had to meet him. Mr.

this is Mr. Opelson, the producer.

Ah, yes, of course.

Monsieur Opelson, my associate Captain
Hastings and myself have already heard

much about your production.

Will you join us? Thank you.

Yes.

Pearl before swine.

It opens tonight.

I'd be honored if you'd come as my
guest.

And to the party afterwards.

Oh, that's jolly decent of you.

And it is tonight, I think, that your
famous necklace makes her Swiss debut.

Yes, the maid's just taking it to the
theatre now.

Celestine, show Mr Poirot the pearl.

Get them out of the box.

I can't, sir. I don't have the key.

Why not, damn it? Where do you put it?

Mrs Opelton keeps it, sir.

She insists.

Security.

You carry the necklace on your own?

No, sir.

No, Saunders, my driver, always goes
with her. As a matter of fact, he's

Then perhaps you will permit Captain
Hastings and myself to accompany La

Mademoiselle. Oh, that's very kind.

Not at all. It is our pleasure. Is it
not, Hastings?

Oh, rather.

Margaret?

Now listen, dear, you'll never guess who
I just met.

It's Poirot.

Hercule Poirot. He's on his way over
now.

I know.

That's right. We're going to have to do
something.

Mademoiselle, your name of Celestine.

It is French, n 'est -ce pas?

My mother was French, sir.

But I've always lived here.

I was hoping to be in a theatre myself
one day. Ah.

And you have been working with Mr.
Robertson for how long?

About two years.

He's not normally so edgy, sir. It's
just when there's a first night.

Have you seen Poes Before Swine?

Only in rehearsal.

But it's beautifully written.

I'm sure Mr. Eccleston has nothing to
worry about. Stop!

Stop!

You are Lucky Len of the Daily Echo.

And I claim my ten guineas. No, madame,
I am not Len.

And therefore, for you, I am not lucky.

Excuse me.

Here

we

are.

We can go in the back way.

All right, where is it?

Let me go!

Come on, eat. No, no, stop it!

When? Tomorrow. You said that yesterday.

Tomorrow.

I promise you.

No!

Tomorrow, then. Or else.

Give me the bag. Are you all right?

I'm fine.

They haven't heard me.

My God.

You're Urkel Parry, aren't you? Oui.

It would appear that you are in need of
assistance, monsieur.

Me?

No, no, those are just what you might
call business associates.

It's nothing I can't handle.

This is Andrew Hall, the writer I was
telling you about.

Ah, monsieur Hall.

So it's your play.

It's Ed Opelson's play. He bought it,
cut it, rewrote it, and left me with

2 % of it.

Hence my current difficulties.

Are you sure you're all right?

I have to go in.

I'll come with you.

Thank you, Mr. Quarrel.

Vamos, eh?

You know, Hastings, I begin, I think, to
look forward to this play.

Glad to hear it.

Thank you.

I'll do.

Thank you, Hastings.

Mr. Poirot?

I am Poirot.

My name is Saunders, sir.

Mr. Obleton's chauffeur.

Yes? Mr. Obleton has sent me to take you
to the theatre, sir.

With his compliments.

Thank you.

Here he comes.

Mr. Poirot? Mr. Poirot, have you been
challenged to solve the play, sir?

This I do not believe. Mr.

Poirot, how many... Excuse me.

It is an outrage, Hastings, to use our
cue parole for the publicity of this

play. Absolutely.

It's beginning.

Inspector Drake should be here pretty
soon.

Oh, yes.

Inspector Drake and I have worked
together quite a lot recently.

Good luck, my dear.

And you're only a local sergeant.

Oh, here's Inspector Drake. Hello.

My lady will be here presently. Good. I
must speak to her at once. My dear

inspector.

Forgive me, Lady Jane, but I don't think
you should be wearing that.

The necklace. Why ever not?

Because the phantom has sworn to have
it.

And the phantom has never once failed.

I think it's about time we made an
appearance at the party.

Well, you're not going to wear the
pearls?

I'm tired of being upstaged by them.

Celestine. Yes, Mrs. O'Toole?

Is it safe just leaving them there?

Of course.

Celestine won't leave the room.

More champagne?

No, thank you.

I don't see why you don't wear the
pearls. It's good publicity.

That's all you ever think about.

Now you heard what I said, didn't you,
Celestine?

Yes, ma 'am.

I'll have your supper sent up to you.

There.

Time to play host and hoster.

Thank you.

I, uh, hope you enjoy the party, sir.

Thank you. Oh, pardon. You will forgive
me?

Oh.

Thank you very much, sir. Not at all.

I'll be waiting for you here, sir.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Maid, ma 'am. I've got your supper for
you.

One moment.

That's very kind of you. All part of the
service.

Do you want me to carry it in?

Yes, put it over there.

All on your own, are you?

Yes. What a shame.

All the rest of them at the party.

Tell you what, I'll sit with you if you
like.

Thank you.

My name's Grace.

Grace Wilson.

So, how do you like the Grand
Metropolitan?

Let us say it was an evening I shall not
easily forget. Ah, Mr Poirot!

Excuse me. I'm delighted you could make
it.

Monsieur, Madame, Monsieur Opperson, at
the theatre this evening there were some

journalists awaiting me.

This was not a teaker coincidence.

No.

But a man in my position needs all the
publicity he can get.

I bet you guessed who'd stolen the
pearls by the second interval, Monsieur

Poirot. Not at all, madame.

It was a question that ceased to occupy
my mind long before the third.

Excuse me.

They're not really that bad.

You should try this job. I could tell
you a thing or two.

Have you worked here long?

Not here, no.

Mr. Poirot.

Hubert Devine.

I played the detective Drake.

Ah, yes, of course. I found your
performance most engaging.

It's a jolly good play.

Yes, I think it's going to be a success.

And just as well.

Dear Ed needs a winner.

Oh, three disasters last season.

You only had one success and that was a
revival.

Oh, yes.

If Earls doesn't run, I'd say he's
finished.

I do like these telegrams.

They're really nice.

They always bend them.

Need some scissors.

I can get you some if you like.

No, it's all right. I've got some
somewhere.

I hate sewing.

Did you enjoy yourself, sir? Yes, thank
you, Saunders. But now you know the

fatigue. Well, it is after midnight.

Yes, indeed, Hastings.

Thank you.

We're back, Celestine. Everything all
right?

Yes, ma 'am. Everything's fine.

Rary party.

You weren't exactly glittering yourself,
my dear.

And you drank too much.

Why not? I paid for it.

Celestine, my jewellery box.

Yes, Mum.

That damned writer, Andrew Hall. He
doesn't even bother to show up. I saw

leave the theatre.

He was avoiding you.

You're inferring something.

No.

Here's the key.

Are you still leaving?

Yes. Do you want one?

Sir?

Mrs. Opelson?

What is it?

The necklace.

I don't understand. It's not here.

What do you mean it's not there? It's
got to be.

Out of the way. Let me in.

I'm afraid.

Call the police.

Someone has stolen my purse.

I take it, Mr. Opelson,

That you have summoned the police?

Yes, of course.

They're sending someone down from
London, but that's not good enough.

I want you, Mr. Poirot.

I beg of you, I've got to get them back.

And these pearls, they were without
doubt insured?

Yes, but that's not the... Point.

The play, Mr. Poirot.

All the publicity about the pearls.

If they aren't returned, I'll be a
laughingstock. We have an American tour.

can we do? Pearls before swine with no
pearls.

Poirot.

Excuse me.

What shall I see? The doctor.

Comment? I just think you ought to
remember why you're here.

Yes, that is true. But he...

Monsieur Robertson, I regret that Poirot
cannot help you in this matter.

What?

I am here.

On vacances.

Ah, morning, Poirot.

Bonjour, Chief Inspector, sir.

They're all sweet.

I took the necklace off before the party
and put it in my jewellery box.

And then I put the box in the drawer.

Was the drawer locked?

No, it wasn't.

Celestine was here, so I felt there was
no need.

How many keys are there to this box,
Mrs. Opelson? Only one.

And I keep it with me all the time.

Are you sure of that?

It doesn't seem to have been forced.

Of course I'm sure.

There's only ever been one key.

I'm going to offer a reward, Chief
Inspector, a big one.

You think that'll help?

It may, sir.

So what were you doing when all this was
going on?

I was doing the sewing, sir.

I only went into the side room.

The first time for scissors and later
for thread.

Look, there's a bird down there.

Oh,

cheer up, Poirot. It isn't a bird.

I have no doubt, Hastings.

Well, you're here for a rest.

If you're going to get involved in
another case, you might just as well

stayed in London.

That is true.

I don't know why you can't just sit back
and enjoy the sea air.

I know you.

No, no, no, Hastings, it is no use.

Not to take this case is for Poirot more
hard work than to take it.

Morning. Get the car started.

I'm in a hurry. Mr. Hall. What?

Oh, um, Mr. Pryor, I'm afraid I can't
stop.

You've heard, then, about the pearls?

Yes. Talked a bit about life imitating
us.

Serve that right.

Anyway, it's not my problem.

Mr. Hall, I noticed that you were not at
the party last night.

Well, I wasn't in a party mood.

May I ask where you were?

I went for a walk.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I really will
be late.

Thank you so much.

I only stayed with her because I felt
sorry for her.

So you were alone in the room with the
necklace?

Yeah, for about two seconds.

Didn't even know it was there.

A new cheek.

Chief Inspector.

Ah, hello, Poirot.

Excuse us, one more sec.

Thought you were sitting this one out.
Well, no, no, no.

So, how goes the investigation?

Pretty routine.

Have you got any more questions? I've
got a ton of work.

Oh, no, that's all right, Miss Wilson.
That's all for now.

Grace Wilson, been with the hotel a
couple of months.

Barmaid before that, dog and duck in
Hoban. She took that girl Celestine her

supper. First of all, please.

So tell me, Chief Inspector, what is it
that you have so far found out?

Grace Wilson or Celestine, the hotel
maid or the lady's maid?

Seems to me it's got to be one of them.

A necklace in a box within a chest,
Chief Inspector, and only one key.

It is as a magical trick.

The necklace?

It was in this drawer?

That's right.

And this door?

Well, that leads to the maid's room.
That's where Celestine went to get the

citizen threat.

leaving Grace alone in the room.

Tell me, Hastings, how long do you think
it would have taken Mademoiselle

Celestine to retrieve the scissors from
that room?

Oh, I don't know.

Twenty seconds?

Twenty seconds.

And for how much of that time would she
have been out of this room?

Four or five seconds at the most.

Exactement.

And for Mademoiselle Grace Wilson?

To open this drawer, remove the box,
somehow to unlock it, open the box, take

out the necklace, close the box and
return it?

Well, if you couldn't possibly have had
time. I do not think so.

Right. Excuse me.

Where are you going, Chief Inspector?

I think it's about time I had Miss
Celestine searched.

I can't imagine why they didn't lock it.

This drawer runs easily, Hastings.

But not this one.

C 'est intéressant.

I wonder.

Well, that must interconnect with the
room next door.

It is bolted.

Bolted on both sides.

But Hastings, we know who it is who
occupies this room.

Room 113?

Oui. His name, I think, was Mr.
Worthing.

That's right, sir. He was an American
gent. He only stayed the night.

Left this morning.

You saw him depart?

Oh, no, sir.

Carried his own luggage.

Must have left at the crack of dawn.

You didn't have a chance to see him
yesterday evening.

No, sir.

I can tell you I did see those, sir.

Well, it was just as I was leaving.

Well, I don't want to talk out of turn,
sir, but, well, if there's a reward and

all that, well... Pleased to continue.

Yeah. Well, that writer, Mr Hall, he was
hanging around outside the hotel.

Must have been about 11 o 'clock.

Outside? Yes, sir.

Would you have been near to the window
of M. and Mme. Brisson?

Oh, yes, sir.

Right under it.

Thank you.

Oh, now here's something that shouldn't
be here.

It's a duplicate key to the jewel box.

We found it hidden in the hem of
Celestine's picket.

Sounds pretty confusing.

But what about the necklace?

No sign of that yet.

But, uh, if you say her boyfriend was
seen outside the hotel last night...

Monsieur Hall, he was here yet?

Yes, well, that explains it, doesn't it?

Explains what?

How she got the necklace out of the
hotel.

She couldn't leave the room, so she
simply dropped it out of the window and

was there to catch it.

You have a recipe, Mr. Thirsty?

Yes, and the sooner we find Andrew Hall,
the better.

Ah, Mr.

Saunders, we want a word with you.

I hear you've already solved the case
there.

Never mind about that. Have you seen Mr.
Hall?

Mr. Hall, sir, I drove him to the race
course.

Is he in some sort of trouble, sir?

He could be in a lot of trouble. Why do
you ask?

Well, he did seem a little anxious.

I'm not surprised.

Have you any idea where we might find
him?

Well, he always places his bets with the
same man,

Harry Wax.

Harry Wax?

He's a book eater.

Just before the place I'd expect him to
go. What do you mean, Chief Inspector?

A race course. This is where you'll find
every criminal out of tomorrow.

And what better place to do this kind of
business than in the middle of a crowd?

Hurry up, we're not too late.

You got all the entrances covered?

Yes, sir. Right, you lot come with me
and keep your eyes out for a bookie

Harry Wax.

Come on, lads.

He seems to be wrong.

To travel with makes no sense.

45.

50.

This is my 16th.

Are you Harry Wax? Yeah. Is there a
tall, blonde -haired chap here making a

this morning?

Harry!

What's a wording? I can't afford it.

Come on.

Right,

get him in the car.

I'm afraid we got to him just too late.
But we found this and this. The pearls?

No, just the pouch that we kept him.

Empty.

So what's happened to the pearls?

You've got it all wrong, Chief
Inspector.

Ah, so I suppose you won this lot on a
horse, did you? Yes.

Laughing Boy came in at seven to one.
Then why did you try and run for it when

you saw me?

I owe money.

I've had a bad run and fell in with some
pretty bad company.

Well, you saw what they were like.

Outside the theatre?

Yes.

I didn't know who you were, so... How do
you explain this?

I've never seen it before.

It was in your pocket. Then somebody
must have put it there.

Chief Inspector.

Mr. Hall.

Why did you not go to the party of Mr.

Robertson?

I've told you.

I went for a walk.

And your walk took you back to the Grand
Metropolitan Hotel?

Yes.

I wanted to see Celestine.

I just needed to be with her, but then,
when I saw she wasn't alone,

I went to bed.

Mr. Poirot, you've got to believe me.

I'd never seen that key before.

Someone must have hidden it there. No,
no, no, no, no, my petite.

Tell me.

About Monsieur Hall, you know of his
gambling?

Yes.

I've tried to stop him, but it's no
good.

It's like a disease.

You are aware, mademoiselle, that for
the return of these pearls, Monsieur

Opperson, he's offering a reward most
substantial?

Yes.

But I didn't take them, Mr Poirot, I
swear to you.

But nobody else came into the room while
you were there?

No.

Only the hotel maid.

Tell me, Mademoiselle Celestine,
Monsieur Hall, how did you first meet?

It was at the theatre.

One of Mr. Opelson's productions.

On Oscar Wilde.

Lady when the man's found?

No.

It was the importance of being earnest.

Hastings, I must contact a good Miss
Lemon in London.

What for?

In this case, Hastings, I begin to see
the light.

I don't understand.

You heard what the young lady said?

Oscar Wilde?

Exactly.

Hastings, there is work to be done.

Good shooting, Chief Inspector.

I used to go out on Isleworth Marshals
when I was a boy.

Some things you never forget.

Well, I must say, it's nice to have an
evening off.

What's Poirot up to?

Thinking. Oh.

This was meant to be a rest, you know.
Heaven knows what Nick Lemon's going to

say into your eyes.

Hello,

sir. Evening, Chief Inspector.

Hi, Miss Lousman.

Nice to be with Lisa Newman, too.

That's your little boy?

Yes. I'm glad I ran into you. There's
something I was wanting to tell you.

Oh, yes? What's that?

Well, it may not mean nothing, but it's
that writer.

What about him?

Well, I saw him in Mr. Opelton's room,
the day before that necklace got swiped.

He was there when I did the cleaning. He
said he was looking for something, but

I don't know.

Anyway. The day before.

Mr.

Poirot? What?

Miss Lemon, allow me to take your case?

Thank you.

Good morning, Miss Lemon.

I thought this was meant to be a
holiday, Captain Hastings. I'll talk to

later.

Quarrel!

What are you up to, Quarrel?

Chief Inspector, you must make an
immediate arrest.

I've already made an arrest, thank you
very much. Chief Inspector, what is this

case was not just a question of theft,
but of fraud.

And what also if the pearls of the sun
did not exist?

How dare you!

But, Mr. Opelson, a man in your position
needs all the publicity he can get.

Mr. Robinson, could you tell us what's
going on, sir? Following our

investigations, we discovered that the
necklace that was stolen was a fake.

There never were any real pearls.

You mean you did it for the insurance,
Chief Inspector?

We are now investigating the possibility
of an insurance fraud.

That's all I can tell you, Mr.
President. Thank you.

One more question, sir. What made you
think the pearls were fake?

Inspector Drake and I have worked
together quite a lot recently.

Oh, here's Inspector Drake coming now.

Shh, shh, shh. Good evening, sir. My
lady will be here presently. My dear

inspector. Forgive me, Lady Jane, but I
don't think you should be wearing that.

That dress.

Why ever not?

Because the phantom has sworn he'll have
it.

And the phantom has never once failed.

Why did you want to see the play again?

Tomorrow the play travels to New York,
mon ami.

Yes.

Is Lemonhead yet to see a performance?

I mean to have him.

Good night.

What are we doing here, Poirot?

The play is finished.

The play? It is finished, yes, Hastings.

But there is still one more act.

I don't understand.

Ah, mon cher Hastings.

The pearls so celebrated at the Zard,
where do you think a market could be

for them?

I don't know.

Somewhere on the continent, I suppose.

No, no, no, Hastings.

And that is what Miss Lemon discovered
for me in London.

They're just too well known over here.
No one would touch them.

Made America, then?

Exactement. And with everyone searching
for them, what would be the best way to

smuggle them abroad?

Well, of course, in among the scenery
and props for the play.

Oui.

You mean they're here somewhere?

Oui. Well, where?

And who put them here?

This case, it has been most curious, n
'est -ce pas, Chief Inspector?

From the start, there were only two
people who could possibly have stolen

birds of Mr. Operson.

Mademoiselle Celestine or Mademoiselle
Grace Wilson, the hotel maid.

Well, it must have been Celestine. She
had the key.

It was thrown into her petticoat.

It has always puzzled me, that Hastings.

Why keep the key? It was so needless, so
clumsy.

Are you saying it was planted?

Yes, of course.

Well, if it wasn't Celestine, it must
have been Grace.

But we know that she didn't have time to
take the pearls. You said so yourself.

It is a riddle, is it not, Hastings? So
which of them was it?

Let us imagine.

Mademoiselle Grace Wilson is in the room
of Monsieur Robertson.

She is there only to be friendly.

The moment the Mademoiselle Celestine
leaves the room to retrieve the

as quick as a flash she acts.

She was able to execute the theft of the
pearls in an instant, because she did

not need to unlock the box herself.

She had in the adjoining room an
accomplice.

With a duplicate key.

And it was he who removed the pouch and
the purse.

Don't worry.

Exact amount of things.

And when Mademoiselle Celestine leaves
the room for the second time, this time

for some thread, the box it is returned
in exactly the same manner.

Only now, the necklace, it has gone.

And I suppose it was this mysterious Mr.
Worthing who hid the key in Celestine's

petticoat. He or his accomplice, Chief
Inspector, yes.

But it was definitely Mr. Worthing who
placed it in the pocket of Mr.

Hall, the pouch which was empty.

That's right.

That's why we're at the racecourse.

Mr. Worthing, I could... But who is he?

Who is this Mr. Worthing?

It is a pleasure to meet you at last,
Mr. Worthing.

You bloody fool.

I told you we shouldn't ought to have
come. But I think it is too late for

Madame Saunders.

Madame? What, you mean they're married?

Yes, of course, Chief Inspector.

It was that that Miss Lemmon discovered
for me at the Dog and the Duck in

Holborn. Grace Saunders.

The landlord remembered her well.

But why the disguise?

Ah, his things.

How else could Monsieur Saunders reserve
for himself a room next door to

Monsieur Oprah's son?

he had to assume a new identity.

How could you possibly know?

As ever, monsieur, it was the little
details, the matters of no consequence,

that caught the attention of Poirot.

You will recall Hastings on the night of
the theft?

Did I remark on some white powder on the
sleeve of Monsieur Saunders?

Pardon, you will forgive me?

I thought it was talcum powder.

Thank you very much, sir. Not at all.

No, Hastings, it was not the talcum
powder. It was the French chalk, which

cabinet makers used to let the drawers
made of wood run more smoothly, and with

which Monsieur Worthing prepared
beforehand the drawer containing the

But I was suspicious of Mr. Worthing
long before this.

Your key, Mr. Worthing. When Hastings
and myself first came to the Grand

Metropolitan Hotel, there was a man at
the desk. He was elderly. He must walk

with a stick.

Thank you.

But when he goes to his room, which is
on the first floor, he proceeds not to

the lift that he's waiting, no, but to
the stack.

It was a performance, monsieur, but a
performance that to Poirot did not ring

true.

Damn you.

That's enough of that.

Take him away.

One thing, Poirot. I know you were
waiting for them. Why did you think

come here?

They came here, Hastings, to retrieve
the necklace.

I see.

Where is the necklace?

The necklace, Hastings?

It is a thing.

You mean that bloody little man set me
up?

It's your own fault.

You tried to use him.

But Margaret, what about the pearls?

Don't worry.

That bloody little man got them back.

So you made up the story about the fake
pearl to smoke out the thieves?

So... Now you learn the plot of your
next play, Monsieur Ward.

Yes. I told to them that the necklace,
it was false because I knew that I would

then have to examine it.

We're all packed, Mr. Poirot. Thank you,
Miss Lemon.

The reward, Mr. Poirot.

It should be yours. Why have you given
it to me?

Because, mademoiselle, it was you who
told to me the title of the play, The

Importance of Being Honest.

And there is in that play a character
that is very well known who is called...

Jack Worthing. C 'est ça.

And it was then that I saw the light.

So the reward, I think, must be for you.

So much for your holiday, Mr. Porrow.
But, Miss Lemon, I feel completely

refreshed. And even so, this wasn't what
the doctor ordered. Daily Echo!

Daily Echo!

You are Lucky Len of the Daily Echo, and
I claim my ten guineas.

You're right.

I was Lucky Len, but I'm sorry. I got
fired this morning.

Fired? Why?

Too many people were recognizing me.

The people decided it must be my face.

It's too common.

Common? That's what they say.

Bit of a cheek, if you ask me.

There you are. They are wrong, mon ami.

You have a face that is most
distinguished.

You have no need to work for this
newspaper.

You have a face of a great man.

You think so?

Oh, yes.

I know it.