All language subtitles for Agatha (1979) 720p EN

[melodious music]

Agatha.

[music continues]

You're supposed to be
at the Savoy, aren't you?

- Do you like it?
- Well, yes.

I thought you might like
to keep it at the club.

My love, my friend,
at the club.

Mm. Sorry. Of course, yes,
I see what you mean.

Would it do as a shaving
mug, do you think?

Agatha, why aren't you
at your literary luncheon?

I'm ready.

I can't face going
without you.

I can't.

[phone ringing]

(male #1)
'Miss Neele.'

Cancel my appointments for
this afternoon, will you?

- Use all your charm.
- Shall I cancel everything?

I'll telephone
you later.

Agatha.

'Agatha.'

[neighing]

Thank you.

[honking]

- Welcome, sir.
- Hi.

If anyone asks for Mr. Stanton,
tell them to wait.

- I'll take care of you later.
- Yes, sir.

(male #2)
It must be there. It must be
there. Perhaps it's not..

My assistant has already told
you, it is invitation only.

But I'm saying that
I didn't get my invitation.

Look, Mrs. Christie
is the only celebrity

'we got in Sunningdale.
And I'm the only reporter.'

Look again, please.

John Foster.
Sunningdale Echo.

(male #3)
'He's definitely
not on my list.'

'Even if you had
an invitation'

we couldn't allow you
in dressed like that.

- Like what?
- Without a tie, sir.

No, I've got a tie.
Please check.

If I don't get in, I'll be
looking for a new job on Monday.

But you're not
on my list.

Welcome, Mr. Stanton.
Nice to have you with us.

Good to see you. Have you
enjoyed your stay in England?

- Yes, I have. Thank you.
- Been over here long, sir?

- Approximately four weeks.
- We enjoy reading your columns.

- I think you ought go.
- Yeah, but--

You're John Foster?
I must tell you

that I've enjoyed reading
your columns in the..

- Sunningdale Echo.
- Right.

- Especially that section on..
- Potted plants.

Potted plants. I admire your
driving style and may I say that

what you said about
philodendrons needed saying.

- Have you gentlemen read it?
- No, we haven't.

It's a pity. It's the
best stuff I've read.

We better go. I think
we'll miss the presentation.

- Nice to see you again.
- That's very kind of you, sir.

(Stanton)
My pleasure.

You doing a piece on
Mrs. Christie, too?

I am. She's fascinated
me for years.

I am entirely confident
that this brilliant book

"The Murder of Roger Ackroyd"
will take its place

as a classic
of crime fiction.

Which one is Agatha Christie?
Is that her with the fur?

(John)
'No, Mrs. Christie is the
one in the Cloche hat.'

That's her husband, the Colonel,
sitting next to her.

(male #4)
I have to thank Mrs. Christie in
anticipation for the great good

she is doing not only to my
heart but to my pocket.

To secure the company
of this very retiring lady

I had to pay
a small price.

Ah, it was that she should not
be asked to make a long speech.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Agatha Christie.

[audience clapping]

Thank you very much.

[audience clapping]

She's much more attractive
than I'd imagined.

And much sadder.

She is not sad,
just shy.

(male #4)
'Ladies and gentlemen.'

Mrs. Christie has
kindly consented

to sign copies of her book.

The table below here has been
reserved for this purpose.

(male #4)
Come, Agatha,
this way.

'I know you don't like
giving press interviews'

'but there's someone
I would like you to meet.'

'Wallace Stanton.
Have you heard of him?'

(Agatha)
'Yes, I think I have.'

Well, doesn't look like I'll
get to meet her in this crowd.

I'd like to chat with you
about the Christie's

before I interview her.

Gimme a ring tomorrow
at the chartered house.

We'll have a drink, alright?

Seriously? I would love
to, Mr. Stanton.

- 'Do you seriously mean it?'
- Seriously.

(Stanton)
'Sorry I can't stay, gentlemen.
But I am sure..'

Show me to my seat, please.

You're back early. If I'd known
you're coming back on your own

I'd have
waited for you.

I lost Colonel Christie
in the melee.

- Did he come back?
- No.

- Did he telephone?
- No.

'Well, he's
fearfully busy.'

'We will be, too.'

Just wait till you see
the newspaper cuttings.

Afternoon, Madam.

Oh, they've repaired
my typewriter.

'Oh, yes. I've got
something to show you.'

I brought this today.

I am determined to learn
the Charleston properly.

Will you play it for me?

Just for laugh.

It won't take a minute.

Can you count me in, though.

(Agatha)
One, two, two, two.

[piano music]

This is
the tricky bit.

'Gets faster
all the time.'

I'll teach it
to you after the..

I went to the office
today. I saw her.

Now, that was daft.

[piano music]

[vehicle approaching]

[dog barking]

- 'Good morning, sir.'
- 'Mrs. Christie up?'

'Not yet, sir.'

Good morning, madam.

Archie, I am so sorry.
I feel such a fearful fool.

I completely forgot
to tell you.

Betty and Tom Goodall are giving
a house party this weekend

and they asked us to come,
and I said yes.

I hope you
don't mind.

Oh, Agatha, you know
that I can't come.

Well, I know you're
usually busy at weekends

but we've said no
such a lot of times.

'Agatha, we have been
over this enough.'

'I cannot come,
I will not come.'

I'm going with Captain Rankin
to the country for the weekend.

'I've given
him my word'

'and I am not going
to let him down.'

'Our situation
is intolerable.'

I don't love you,
and you do not love me.

'Our marriage is
finished. It's over.'

'Agatha, listen to me.'

'I want a divorce.'

I love Miss Neele,
and I want to marry her.

[sobbing]

We could be happy.

I am sorry,
I am sorry. I'm..

I love you very much,
and I will make you happy.

'It's too late.'

I'll find a lawyer who
can...name some woman and..

The whole thing
can be accomplished

with a minimum of fuss.

- There is already somebody.
- Yes, but you can't name her.

Why not?

Because I'm going
to marry Miss Neele.

I'm not going to have
her or her family

dragged into
the newspapers.

Archie, you're dragging
your family into this.

'Well, that is..'

'Look at me.'

Look at me.

I want a divorce.
Will you give me one?

No, I won't.

'Then we must live apart.'

'I shall make arrangements
to be out of this house'

'after the weekend.'

Don't leave me,
don't, please, please.

Get up, get up.
Agatha.

Get out!

- Get up!
- Please, I can't..

Get up!

Have you no sense
of dignity?

You particularly play up
in front of the servants.

That's not true.

I do not want
to be with you.

[door slams]

(Archie)
'Jane, if there're any messages,
I will be at Captain Rankins.'

'I shouldn't be
more than an hour.'

Good Morning. Wally Stanton.
Here to interview Mrs. Christie.

Out of the question. My wife
doesn't talk with journalists.

I am afraid there's
been some mistake.

No mistake, get this
cab out of here.

I am Archibald Christie. So if
you don't mind, Mr. Stanton.

Excuse me, I think
you inadvertently

placed your hand
on my arm.

Not inadvertently, sir.

Please leave us.

- You forgot your briefcase.
- Oh, thank you.

Look, she's not
feeling very well.

- Don't let anyone speak to her.
- 'Oh, Colonel.'

I'm delighted to have
finally met the husband

'of the famous
Agatha Christie.'

Good morning, ma'am.

Please give my respects
to the lady of this house.

(Stanton)
'Alright, driver.'

[rattling]

Think I better stay.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

No, thank you.

I spoke to Miss Neele..

...about the bills.

Then she told me about
her trip to the spa

so I didn't even have
to worm it out of her.

- Which spa was it?
- Harrogate.

The Valencia Hotel.

She's going there for
two weeks with her aunt

'to have treatments
to lose weight.'

I won't go.

No, it's alright, you go off.
I'll see you later.

(Jane)
'Anything wrong, madam?'

I'm just going away, Jane.
I'll give you..

...a message tomorrow
as to where I am.

[engine revving]

[car honking]

[continues honking]

Run! Run!

[tire screeching]

[glass shattering]

[engine stops]

[birds chirping]

They're coming, daddy.

Alright.
Thank you, Annie.

The lights must
have been left on

because the battery
had gone dead.

Ah, only slight damage
to the car.

Here. Come,
don't you touch it.

Alright?
You understand?

That doesn't make sense.

'Why would anyone leave an
expensive fur coat like that'

'in weather like this?'

- My daddy found..
- Hello.

'Ah, good morning, sir.'

Did he? Good for him.

'That's Mr. Luland's daughter,
sir. He found the car.'

Ah, Superintendent Kenward,
Fredrick Luland.

He owns Luland's Cafe
on the Docking Road, sir.

- Morning.
- He found the car.

On my way
to work.

Clothes scattered
around in the back, sir.

They touch
anything?

Uh, uh,
only this, sir.

Found it on
the front seat.

Mrs. Agatha Mary
Clarissa Christie.

And it's out of date.

Yes, sir,
I noticed that, sir.

[ballroom music]

(male #5)
'Uh, yes, monsieur?'

(Foster)
'Ah, is Mr. Stanton here?'

Foster. It's
alright, waiter.

Eh, pardon.

What a nice surprise.
Please join me.

Thanks. Something's
happened, Mr. Stanton.

- You can take your coat off.
- Oh, yeah.

[waiter snaps finger]

I thought you'd like to know
about it right away.

Thank you.

Would you like
some lunch? Francoise.

Yes, I would
actually.

Please set a plate
for my friend.

How is the
lobster thermidor?

Well, it's not exactly the
right time of year, Mr. Stanton.

- What would you recommend?
- We have some nice Andouille.

'How does
that sound, Foster?'

Excellent.

And the entree?

- To follow.
- The main course, sir.

Ah, do they have steak?

I'm sure they do.
How'd you like it?

Well cooked...with chips.

Could he have
a Chateaubriand?

- That is for two, sir.
- I know.

Chateaubriand with chips.

- Now, what is it, Foster?
- What?

What did you
wanna tell me?

Oh, yeah.
Uh, Mrs. Christie.

[glass clinking]

She disappeared.

I beg your pardon?

They found her
car abandoned.

- Where?
- 'Newland's Corner.'

How far away is that?

About an hour's drive.

Let's go.

(male #6)
'Take the boat
far to the right.'

(male #7)
'How deep is it where
you are now, Stevens?'

(Stevens)
'About four feet, sir.'

- 'How thick is the ice?'
- 'About a half an inch, sir.'

'Alright, get the other net.
Second net. I want two nets.'

(male #8)
'Where was the car found,
Superintendent?'

(Kenward)
'About two hundred
yards up the hill.'

(male #9)
'Why are you dragging
the pool?'

Mrs. Christie left a letter,
a rather disturbing letter

for her secretary,
Miss Fisher.

Was it a suicide note?

No, you can't quote
me saying that.

That's because of
the letter you're dragging--

That's right.

Mrs. Christie leave
any other letters behind?

- Not to my knowledge.
- Not even to her husband?

Not to my knowledge, no.

[talking indistinctly]

(Kenward)
'Well, it can't
be ruled out.'

- 'You extending the search?'
- 'Yes, if necessary.'

[talking indistinctly]

No one seems to know
whether she's alive or dead.

He says Christie left
a message for the secretary.

Nothing for the husband.

[car approaching]

[crowd chattering indistinctly]

You wait here.

- I can't, I'm afraid--
- He's arrived, sir.

Get these press boys
out of the way.

Come on, lads,
come on..

[talking indistinctly]

Kenward, sir.
Deputy Chief Constable.

Colonel Archibald Christie,
Captain Philip Rankin.

What's going on?

We're dragging
the pool, sir.

Don't upset yourself,
it's purely routine.

Dragging? What for?

(Kenward)
'I assure you it's absolutely
routine in these circumstances.'

My wife has not drowned herself.
I mean, the idea is ridiculous.

(Kenward)
'Nothing ridiculous.'

(Archie)
'Hope this isn't a case of
excessive zeal on your part'

and I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

(Kenward)
'I hope so, sir.'

When did you last
see your wife?

It was about, um...9 o'clock
yesterday morning, breakfast.

How would you define your wife's
state of mind at that time?

What exactly are you
driving at, Kenward?

Well, in the past, sir,
there have been rumors

that Mrs. Christie
threatened to kill herself.

Utter rubbish,
servants' gossip.

I daresay you know that my wife
is a well known writer of..

...murder mysteries.

Poison, intrigue,
murder, and suicide.

It's-it's everyday
family small talk.

I see, sir. So you have
absolutely no idea

what might have
happened to her?

I'm sure nothing at all
has happened to her.

But I would strongly urge
you in your own interests

to call all this off.

Why would you
say that, sir?

I wouldn't like to see you make
a fool of yourself, Kenward.

That's very considerate
of you, Colonel.

Thank you.

No more questions.

[talking indistinctly]

[train whistling]

[train chugging]

[instrumental music]

(male #10)
Harrogate!

The Old Swan.
This way, madam.

The Old Swan Hotel.

Madam?

Is this all, madam?

Yes.

Good evening.

Good evening, I would
like to book a room.

'For how long, madam?'

Ah, ab-about a fortnight
I should think.

'We have one at
five guineas a week'

'and there are others at five
and a half guineas a week'

'which overlook the garden.'

Well, I-I would
think the garden.

'Very good, madam.'

May I have your name
and address?

Neele, Mrs. Neele.

- Neele. Mrs. Neele..
- Teresa Neele.

And your address, please.

Cape Town,
South Africa.

[bell rings]

[sighs]

[orchestra music]

Would you recommend
the Mulligatawny?

I'm not absolutely
sure, madam.

What about
the hare soup?

Excellent, madam.

I think.

I'll have that then.

And the Rognons de veau.

Oh, and the Yorkshire
curd tart and cream.

Uh, don't you
want the fish?

No, thank you.

Quite right, madam.

[snoring]

[clock ticking]

[snoring continues]

[ticking continues]

Hello.

I'm Evelyn Crawley.

A fellow inmate.

How do you do?

Would you like to join me?

[snoring continues]

[speaking softly]
- Mrs. Neele.
- Hello.

Teresa.

Have you-have you
been here before?

I'm practically part
of the furniture.

I've got a bit
of back trouble

and I come up here
to get it smoothed out.

- 'What are you here for?'
- I've got back trouble as well.

Did you walk here?

Why?

You have a fearful ladder.

[train whistling]

(male #11)
'Platform three for
Leeds-Harrogate train.'

It's not too late.

We can still cancel.

Are you sure you don't
want me to stay?

It's for the best.

Once she stops playing
her bloody stupid games

I'll sort it out
once and for all.

Decently.

I love you very much.

(male #11)
'Harrogate train,
platform three..'

[train whistling]

Valencia Hotel, please.

[jangling]

Thank you, madam.

(female on phone)
'Valencia Hotel.'

Oh, yes, hello, has a
Miss Nancy Neele booked in yet?

'Well, we have Miss Neele.'

- What?
- 'But she hasn't confirmed.'

Are you sure?

'Yes, would you like
to leave a message?'

Oh, no, no. No message,
thank you.

[operatic music]

(Agatha)
'"Will friends and relations
of Mrs. Teresa Neele, formerly'

'of South Africa, please get
in touch with her immediately."'

- Do you think that's alright?
- 'Yes.'

Evelyn, my handwriting
is so messy.

Would you mind copying
this out for me?

No.

[music continues]

Were you born
in South Africa?

You don't have
that sort of accent.

Probably because I'm from
English-speaking South Africa.

- What now?
- Now, we send it to the Times.

Hey, you're being picked up.

He's very taken, isn't he?

'Where's his friend?
For me!'

My husband died recently.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

(Evelyn)
'All those new clothes.
You're a very extravagant lady.'

(Agatha)
A good excuse,
lost luggage.

(Evelyn)
And good therapy,
a spending spree.

(Agatha)
Yes, will your therapist
see me without an appointment?

(Evelyn)
Oh yes, it's very quiet
at this time of the year.

(female #1)
'It's so good of you, Evelyn.
I didn't know where to begin.'

(Agatha)
We don't have to undress
in public, do we?

No. It's not like some horrid
school medical. It's exciting.

- 'Morning.'
- Good morning.

(Evelyn)
You meet all sort of
interesting people..

Retired generals, ex-cabinet
ministers, old Romeos.

(Evelyn)
'He proposed to me last week.'

Don't worry. He won't
leave you in a bath chair.

(male #12)
'Next, please.'

- Good morning, Mr. Bailey.
- Yes, Ms. Crawley.

I'd like to take Mrs. Neele
to meet Mrs. Braithwaite.

Then we'll come back
and book some appointments.

Certainly, Miss Crawley.

Mrs. Neele is staying
at the same hotel.

- The poor dear's been in agony.
- Oh, dear.

I told her the one person
in England who could find out

what was wrong with her,
it was you, Mrs. Braithwaite.

That's very nice.
Thank you very much.

'Well, we do our best.'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'That's our famous
natural hot springs.'

(Evelyn)
'Oh, you must try that.
I never want to come out.'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'Uh, Mrs. Neele, what seems
to be the trouble?'

(Agatha)
What did you say
you thought it was, Evelyn?

Spondylitis.

Bad back.

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'Now, don't you be put off.'

'That's for poor souls
who can't walk.'

Don't need to wear a hat.

So, Mrs. Neele, I want you to
tell me if anything is painful

that I do to you.

Right?

You just shout out
if anything hurts.

'Have you ever been told
that...that you're a little'

'knock-kneed, Mrs. Neele.'

'Because you know,
that could be the trouble.'

'Now, is that painful?'

- Hello.
- 'Valencia Hotel.'

Yes, I'm so sorry
to trouble you.

Could you tell me
has Ms. Nancy Neele

registered with you yet?

'Yes, she has. She's at
the royal bath this moment.'

She is?

'Would you like
to leave a message?'

Oh, oh, no, no, no.
I-I don't need speak to her.

Thank you very much.

'I wanted to see you merely
to express our gratitude'

'for the outstanding work
you've done the last few weeks.'

Thank you.

Of course, since I bought
this newspaper last year

the circulation has
increased considerably.

But since your arrival

'our figures during
the past few weeks..'

Well, rest assured that

we're not unaware
of your contribution.

Thank you.

What you working on
at the moment?

'A number of things.'

Anything particular?

- 'The Christie disappearance.'
- Oh, really?

Yes, I'm very intrigued by it.

I went down to Newlands
Corner yesterday.

'Yes, I heard you were there.'

Rather outside your
usual range, isn't it?

Not really. I've read
Mrs. Christie's books

over the years with increasing
affection and admiration

of her as a major talent.
Suffice to say, I'm..

...interested.

'Well, of course,
I'm no journalist.'

But I think our boys
in the newsroom

are keeping pace with the
opposition on that story.

You are known, I think
I'm right in saying

primarily as a distinguished,
uh, interviewer.

- 'That's right.'
- Yes.

Are you suggesting that
I confine myself to interviews?

'I wouldn't dream
of any such thing.'

My only concern is that
you should not be attempting

to waste your
very valuable time.

I've had a word with
Colonel Christie.

Oh, good.

'And he assures me
that this whole business'

has been absurdly exaggerated.

Forgive me for asking.

But is this what the English
call the old school time?

'Certainly not.'

'It seems I have to attend
some dreary conference.'

- You will excuse me?
- Of course.

Splendid to see you.
Keep up the good work.

You must come and have
dinner with me one day.

- Later this week perhaps.
- I may be busy.

[indistinct chattering]

[airplane droning]

[indistinct shouting]

How many people have you got?
Fifteen thousand, twenty?

You still digging for a story
out of this, Foster.

[dogs barking]

(Foster)
'What's Colonel Christie up to?'

'I can't get an
interview with him.'

(Kenward)
'"My wife has disappeared.
No comment."'

Odd way to behave,
wouldn't you say?

- If it was your wife missing?
- I'm not married.

But your first impulse
wouldn't be to obstruct

the police in the course
of their duty, would it, Foster?

- Is he succeeding?
- He's doing his best.

I don't know what he
and his cronies are up to.

But if there's a body,
I'm gonna find it.

Never mind the cost.
How's it going, Jarvis?

We've lost contact
with unit four, sir.

Why don't you
charge the Colonel

with obstructing
the police?

Yes, I might.
On the other hand

it could be just
the natural behavior

of an arrogant, overbearing
high-ranking sod.

Keep that off the
record, by the way.

Whoever you're doing
your penny allowin' for now.

Nice coat.

(female #2)
'Has your luggage
come yet, then?'

(Agatha)
'No, such a nuisance.'

Oh, they didn't have
a copy of the Times.

Did you want it for
something special?

Yes, I placed
an advertisement.

I want a missing relative
to contact me.

Oh, I'll see
what I can do then.

You know, I follow this..

...missing writing woman.

Her husband says that "I am
very worried and very harassed."

Bet he's an old poor man.

If he's determined
to find her, he will.

(Miss Fisher)
'I'm sorry, there's no lemon.
Is milk alright?'

She hasn't killed herself,
has she, Miss Fisher?

- Of course, not.
- You know that for certain?

Yes.

I mean, it's just not
the sort of thing she'd do.

Look, I know her very well.

Why don't you tell me
where she is?

Why should I know?

What makes you
possibly think that..

Look at it this way.

Sooner or later, someone's
bound to find her.

It would be much better
for her and for me

if that someone is myself.

Otherwise, it'll
be the police

and everyone will be down
on her like vultures.

I think you
should trust me.

Why?

Why not?

Another thing. Do you have
any idea why Miss Nancy Neele

'should have gone to Harrogate?'

'How do you know about that?'

All in a day's work.

She once told me, if ever
she got into any difficulty

she'd find a way
to get in touch with me.

She said she put
an advertisement

in the personal column
of the Times.

Look, it's the double 'E' in
Neele that made me suspicious.

That's the way Nancy spells it.
This box number might--

I know a man on the Times.
Thank you, Miss Fisher.

You've been most helpful.

[water running]

Are you alright?

Just keep your feet
away from the plates.

(Agatha)
'Mrs. Braithwaite,
what would happen'

'if you made the
current stronger?'

You'd go whizz, bang,
pop, hallelujah.

Don't worry, Mrs. Neele.
We know our job.

No, what would happen if you
made the current any stronger is

you'd probably get
muscular cramp.

Muscular cramp is not serious.

'No, it's not very
pleasant, my dear.'

I mean, if you'd got
a delicate heart

you could do serious damage.

(Agatha)
'What's that chair for?'

Well, now, this is used for
more serious complaints

say, like arthritis
or circulatory problems.

'Mind you, we're finding
that more and more ladies'

'are using it for
slimming purposes.'

Think it improves their
looks, so they can go out

and find lovers or some
such nonsense like that.

Lot of it happens in
this town, you know. Ooh!

My goodness me. You've
had quite enough for today.

I hope this suite is warmer
than the one I had in London.

(male #13)
'I'm sure it will be, sir.
Will that be all?'

No. See to it that there are
freshly cut flowers in my suite.

I prefer roses, chrysanthemum,
or violets if they can be had.

Certainly, sir. That shouldn't
present any problem.

Have the valet come up
to press my clothes?

Good, sir. I'll attend
to it immediately.

Will you be staying
long, sir?

- You'll know as soon as I know.
- Very good, sir.

The boy will show you
to your room, sir.

Royal Baths. I'd like to speak
to the booking clerk, please.

Oh, I forgot. Could you have a
telephone installed in my room?

- Certainly, sir.
- Thank you.

Hello, may I have
a word with you.

I'm Schatz. I'm gonna
be staying here.

Would it be ghoulish
if I offered you this

to ensure me of
your best services?

- Thank you very much, sir.
- Alright.

- Good morning.
- 'Good morning.'

My name is Schatz. I'm
gonna be staying here for..

Oh, yes, hello. I'm ringing
on behalf of Ms. Neele.

Miss, no, no.
Miss Nancy Neele.

(Agatha)
'I'd like to confirm
her appointments please.'

[jazz music]

[ballroom music]

[indistinct chattering]

(male #14)
'Oh, Theodore, you can
do better than that.'

I knew a Scotsman who was
an expert snooker player.

To that gentlemen,
I dedicate this shot.

The winning shot.

Don't you laugh.

'Oh. Bad luck.'

[indistinct chatter]

(Theodore)
'I learnt the game of snooker
from Uncle Jones here.'

and it's to him that
I dedicate this final..

Would you like to take
your hands off the green?

Final, spectacular shot.

- Miss, miss, missed.
- 'Thank you, thank you.'

(Evelyn)
'Your turn, your turn,
your turn.'

- 'Sorry, uncle, do forgive me.'
- 'No, I won't.'

I wasted my time on that boy.
There's no doubt about that.

(Theodore)
'The idea of the game is to get
the ball into the pocket.'

This is the pocket.
There you are. Come along.

Would you mind removing
that obstruction, please.

[no audio]

I got the distinct feeling
that this isn't quite cricket

'but welcome aboard.'

[slow music]

- 'Oh, well.'
- 'Bravo.'

[clapping]

Ladies win. Ladies win.

Congratulations.

It's absolutely brilliant.

Well..

Pardon me. May I
ask who you are.

Mrs. Neele.

- Mrs..
- Neele.

- Neele.
- Who are you?

Schatz. Uh,
Curtis Schatz Jr.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- You're American?
- Yes, I am.

Why have you come to Harrogate
at this time of the year?

Well, may I be frank
with you, Mrs. Neele.

Yes.

[whispering]

You're suffering
from constipation?

Yes, I am.

May I ask what
brings you here?

An ailment that is not
dissimilar to your own.

Well, is it as painful?

It's unbearable.

Shall we dance?

You think that you can?

Well, we better
give it a try.

[jazz music]

[horse neighing]

[chattering indistinctly]

Alright, Jarvis. Pack it up.

- Call 'em all in.
- Right, sir.

(Jarvis)
'Control to all units..'

So you don't have
a corpse? Disappointed?

Don't think he did it.

Well, where is the Colonel?
Why isn't he here?

Everyone else is here
except bloody Christie.

You think he knows
something that you don't?

Well, somebody does.

[laughing]

[upbeat jazz music]

Your friend's quite good.

Yes.

- Do you know the Charleston?
- A little bit.

- Wanna give it a play?
- No, I'm not pretty good at it.

I'm superb at it.
I've won several trophies.

- It's very hot, isn't it?
- Oh, very.

- You wanna go for a walk?
- No!

That would be quite
a good idea.

- Would you excuse us?
- Of course.

[music continues]

Is there a Mr. Neele about?

No, there isn't.

Why's that?

- I'm afraid he passed away.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

His gun went off while
he was loading it.

Oh, I-I'm sorry.

Are you married?

No, I'm not. At the, uh..

...risk of sounding redundant

I'm afraid my wife
passed away too.

Pamela died of
a perforated ulcer.

How appalling.

Would you care for a kiss?

No.

'Would you care
for a cigarette?'

No, thank you.

Would you care if I told you
that these attempts of humor

are simply my way of telling
you that I find myself

very attracted to you?

- Much rather you didn't.
- 'Why?'

Because I love my
husband very much.

My husband was
very dear to me.

'I see.'

You know Mrs. Neele,
when my wife passed away

I too grieved for her.

And it was only in the
last two or three months

'that I discovered
that I had been grieving'

'for a totally
different reason.'

What do you mean?

I found out she had
been unfaithful to me.

'I felt betrayed.'

Did your late husband
ever betray you?

No, he isn't..
He wasn't that kind of man.

- What kind of man--
- 'Could I have a cigarette?'

Thank you.

Do you have any idea
how lovely you are?

I think I've got to go.

Goodnight.

'Mrs. Neele.'

I'm afraid I didn't
light your cigarette.

I hope we see each other again.

I would've thought that was
practically unavoidable.

[typewriter keys clacking]

[church bells ringing]

[crow cawing]

Mrs. Neele.

'I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.'

I was wondering
what you were thinking.

I was thinking how
Catherine and Heathcliff

starved themselves to death.

You're attracted
by thoughts of violence?

I don't think so.

I hope not.

Somewhere I must be.

One was killed in a brawl.

One died in a jail.

One fell from a bridge
toiling for children, wife.

All...all sleeping..

...sleeping...sleeping
on the hill.

I think we have
something in common.

Would you like to go back?

[piano music]

[music continues]

Hello!

[gasps]

- How are you?
- 'I'm alright.'

I was watching you from there.

You didn't look like you
were enjoying yourself.

- 'I can't swim.'
- Oh!

Someone tried to teach me by
dropping me into the deep water.

- Got very frightened.
- Well, it's not difficult.

Come on over to the center,
and I'll show you.

It's not hard.
Hold my hand.

Come on, if I can
walk here, you can.

[laughing]

Hold on.

That's right.

That's right.

Let your feet go.

What do you mean?
Let them go up?

That's right.

- It's up.
- Alright.

- Sorry.
- It's alright.

[coughing]

- You alright?
- Yes.

Let your arms go.

Now, I'll hold
your chin.

- Like that.
- Keep my..

- Just like that.
- ...my face out of the water.

Alright, it's out. Yes?

Yes, it is.

Don't worry, I'll hold you up.

[music continues]

That old lady reminds me
of my grandmother.

I used to share a bed
with her when I was a kid.

[talking indistinctly]

Do women walk on tip-toe
when they're naked?

'I can't remember.'

I don't often look
at their feet.

Evelyn!

[chuckling]

You like men very
much, don't you?

Oh, most definitely.
But I'm very choosy.

Don't you think there is
a need for faithfulness?

'Hardly seems worth it.
Men change so.'

That's why choosing
is important.

We can't just let
things happen to us.

No, I know.

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'"My wife and I had no quarrel.'

'"There was never any
difference of opinion regarding'

'our mutual friends,"
Colonel Christie stated.'

'He added that he did
not wish to speculate'

'on how these rumors
have come about.'

'Sound like their story.'

There's no smoke without
fire, don't you think?

It's another man,
isn't it, Mrs. Braithwaite

- 'Or he's done away with her.'
- 'It's fishy. It's very fishy.'

Oh, dear Mrs. Neele. I'm sorry
to have kept you waiting.

- Now, dear, are you ready?
- Yes, thank you.

You are just going
to enjoy this.

It's very good
for your complaint.

- Go on, dear, then. In you go.
- It's horrible, isn't it?

It's like the electric chair
in the United States.

Funny idea. I could think
of one or two people

I wouldn't mind
dispatching in that.

I suppose we all could.

Could this be lethal?

Oh, yes. I suppose
it could be.

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'Think you'd have to be
an electrical engineer though.'

(Agatha)
'Why would you think that?'

You'd have to know how to put
rheostat out of action.

What is the rheostat?

Oh, these are
the rheostats, madam.

It controls the current
that passes into the chair.

Morbid conversation.

Don't you worry.
You're perfectly safe.

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'We haven't lost
a patient yet, have we?'

I don't think Mrs. Neele quite
trusts us yet, Mrs. Braithwaite.

After all, this is your fourth
appointment, madam, isn't it?

No, that's Ms. Nancy Neele.
This is Mrs. Teresa Neele.

Spelt the same way,
as a matter of fact.

Right, off we go.

[machine whirring]

[indistinct chattering]

[chattering continues]

(Stanton)
'Good morning.'

- I'd like to taste the waters.
- Certainly, sir.

Is there a charge?

- Sulphur's free, sir.
- It is.

First time in Harrogate, sir?

Yes, it is. I must say I've
never enjoyed a better vacation.

Oh, Ms. Neele.

'Your appointment this afternoon
has been arranged.'

- 'Thank you, very much.'
- 'Thank you.'

- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning.

Mr. Faulkson, I saw you dancing,
and you looked 22 years old.

- Keep it up.
- Nice of you to say so.

(Stanton)
Here I am.

It's a lovely fur.

I see you're keeping up with
the Agatha Christie affair.

Do you think she's dead?
Everyone else seems to.

They do, don't they?

Yes, all except her husband.
I read this morning

that he offered 500 pounds
for information.

What do you think?

Perhaps, that's all
she's worth.

It's surprising that he puts
any price on his wife's head.

There's something I
hadn't noticed before.

Look at that photo. She bears
a striking resemblance to you.

What do you think?

That's exactly what
I was thinking.

Yes, you could be sisters.

Well, at any rate

I thought you might join me
in a glass of sulphur water.

I thought it might cement
our relationship.

- Cheers.
- 'Auntie!'

(Agatha)
Cheers.

Do you find her attractive?

The younger
or the older?

The one you're looking at.

Does nothing escape
those blue eyes?

I think you must be
making fun of me.

I would never do that.

I think you're
much more beautiful.

I'm curious as to
why you say that.

Because anyone can
see she's beautiful.

And very intelligent.

Yes, that's true, but I
can't speak for anyone.

'And I must hold to my
original impression'

'and say that being a
student of human nature..'

[dramatic music]

...I would have to conclude
that I hold to my original..

He's down to cancel
his appointment?

I've been talking to
myself. Good morning.

(Nancy)
Would you take me to the
Valencia Hotel, please?

(male #16)
'Certainly, madam.'

(Nancy)
Thank you.

[engine revving]

[no audio]

[dramatic music]

(Agatha)
I've no need of
a sentry, Mr. Schatz.

Listen to me, I know
you're in trouble.

I know something
is very wrong.

May I come in
and, and talk to you?

I don't have the time.

[keys jingling]

I know you're in trouble.
I know something is very wrong.

I wanna help.

Please.

My husband..

...did have an affair.

'I can't forget it.'

'I keep thinking
of it all the time.'

I can't cope with it sometimes.

But one has choices.

One can change the direction
in which one is going.

'Well..'

I have one choice. My husband.

Teresa, your husband is dead.

Not to me.

[sighs]

Spend tomorrow with me.

And if not tomorrow,
right now. Tonight.

You just embarrass me when
you say things like that.

I'm saying what I feel.

Would you...would you
care for a cigarette?

No.

Would you care for a kiss?

Yes.

[slow music]

[music continues]

Goodnight, Mrs. Neele.

Goodnight, Mr. Schatz.

[doorknob clicks]

(Agatha)
'Would you recommend me
to follow it for few days?'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
Yes, I would do that.
Oh, what's that?

Good morning.
Howdy doody?

Ah, 10 o'clock.
Room 4. Here we are.

You can't come in here.
This is the ladies' section.

Ah, my name's Mr. Pettelson
This is my uncle, Mr. Jones.

'We're here for an appointment
to see a Mrs. Braithwaite.'

No, that's not possible.
I'm Mrs. Braithwaite.

- This is the ladies only.
- There is no mistake, madam.

Mrs. Neele definitely made
an appointment for me

to have treatment
here this morning.

- Is that right, Mrs. Neele?
- Why, hello, Mr. Jones.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, Mrs. Neele.

You definitely arranged an
appointment for me, didn't you?

I'm fearfully sorry. I didn't
make an appointment for you.

- But this is room 4?
- Yes, this is room 4.

Then, this is where
I'm having my treatment.

Why don't you show them
to the men's section.

- I'm not in any hurry.
- 'Problem solved.'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'Come along. Know where to go?'

(Mr. Jones)
'She definitely said room 4.'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'I'll show them. I won't
be long, Mrs. Neele.'

[door shuts]

"Current in the main
circuit is adjusted

"by means of the rheostats..

...R1 and R2."

I've only lost two
pounds in four days.

I don't know why you're
worrying about your weight

a big strong girl like you.

Ladies, there's a gentleman
waiting for you in the lobby.

That might be a
friend from London.

Would you mind waiting
upstairs for a minute?

I'm not going upstairs.

I'm simply here to look
after your reputation.

(Stanton)
'Good afternoon, ladies.
Good afternoon.'

Mrs. Ethel Proctor, delighted
to finally meet you.

I've heard so much about you.
Good to see you.

And you are Miss Nancy Neele.

And even lovelier than
I had ever anticipated.

My name is Schatz.
Curtis Schatz Jr.

Won't you join me?

I believe we have mutual friends
on the Isle of Manhattan.

(Nancy)
'Neither my aunt nor myself have
been to the Isle of Manhattan.'

Are you sure you haven't
mistaken us for somebody else?

No, I'm quite positive
on that score.

(male #13)
'Miss Neele..'

...a telephone call for you.

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

(male #13)
'You may take it here.'

May I say that your niece is
a very nifty looking young lady.

Hello?

- 'Is that Miss Nancy Neele?'
- Yes, speaking.

- 'Mrs. Braithwaite..'
- Could you speak up, please?

Uh, yes, dear. I'm ringing
on behalf of Mrs. Braithwaite.

We would like to ask if you'd
cancel your appointment

from 12:30 tomorrow morning
and make it 9:30.

Does it have to be so early?

I'm awfully sorry, dear.

We've overbooked
all over the place.

An elderly person came
in at the last minute.

(Nancy on telephone)
'Alright. It is
very inconvenient'

'so if you do get a cancel..'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'Mrs. Neele.'

- Care for a little nip?
- That would be nice.

How long are you ladies planning
on staying here in Harrogate?

I should think another week.

- That's strange.
- Who was it, dear?

The Royal Bath.
They've changed my appointment.

- That's alright, isn't it?
- Yes, I know.

But they are overbooked
this time of year.

Don't be annoyed.
Let me persuade you--

I'm sorry, mister.
I'm going to my room.

¶ And when I told them ¶

¶ How wonderful you are ¶

¶ They didn't believe me ¶

¶ They didn't believe me ¶

¶ Your lips, your eyes,
your cheeks, your hair ¶

¶ Are in a class
beyond compare ¶

[piano music]

[no audio]

[music stops]

That was quite lovely,
Mrs. Neele.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Stanton.

You know what?
That's Agatha Christie.

- Oh, don't be silly.
- 'It is. I'm tellin' ya.'

[violin music]

[crackling]

(Agatha)
Horrible, isn't it?

It's like the electric chair
in the United States.

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'I could think of
one or two people'

I wouldn't mind
dispatching in that.

(Agatha)
Could this be lethal?

(female #3)
You'd have to know to
put rheostat out of action

wouldn't you,
Mrs. Braithwaite?

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

(Agatha)
'Hello. Good morning,
Royal Baths.'

'I'd like to speak
to Mrs. Braithwaite, please.'

(female on phone)
'I'll put you through.'

(Mrs. Braithwaite on phone)
'Hello?'

- Oh, hello. Mrs. Braithwaite?
- 'Yes.'

- It's Evelyn Crawley.
- 'Oh, hello.'

I'm flat on my back in agony.

Could you possibly
come over to the hotel?

(Agatha)
'Yeah, but, well, I just
spoke to the booking clerk'

'and he said your other
appointment had been cancelled.'

Miss Neele.

Miss Neele.
How've you been?

I tried phoning you at
The Valencia several times.

I haven't been able
to reach you.

Mr. Schatz, I'm in
a frightful hurry.

I'm late for my appointment
with my aunt.

Yes, I was just wondering.
Are you staying here longer?

Well, why shouldn't
I stay here much longer?

It's a dull place.

I can't see how you could
be having a good time.

Could I take you
to dinner tonight?

Good morning, Mrs. Proctor.

Could I take you to dinner
tonight, Miss Neele?

Miss Neele, it's very important.

- Good morning.
- 'Good morning.'

Miss Nancy Neele
for Mrs. Braithwaite.

- Ah, yes. Room 4.
- Thank you.

Now, this goes down.
Up, across.

Oh, Mrs. Neele.
I'm very glad to see you.

Last time you were here,
you left a little gold bracelet

I've got it in my room.
If you'd just come--

[women screaming]

Go away.

[screaming continues]

(Stanton)
Stay calm, ladies.
I'm a doctor.

No need to panic.
Stay calm, ladies.

Miss Neele? I'm afraid I didn't
make myself clear before.

I'm here on behalf
of Colonel Christie.

What do you mean?

This isn't the
place to discuss.

- Can we step outside?
- No, we can't!

- Colonel said--
- My hotel, one hour.

That's a promise.
I'll call you then.

No need to panic. I'm a doctor.
Stay calm, stay calm.

'Stay calm, ladies. No need
to panic, I'm a doctor.'

No need to disturb yourselves.
I'm here on a private matter.

(Stanton)
'This the way out?
No, it's not.'

Don't you think
it's strange that--

[all talking together]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Sorry, sir. There's no
answer from her room.

- Did you knock on the door?
- Yes, sir.

- You're quite sure?
- Yes, sir.

- Alright, here you go.
- Thank you, sir.

Did a Mrs. Teresa Neele
check out this morning?

No, sir, she hasn't yet.

...convinced she's Agatha
calling herself Mrs. Neele.

So you see, it's not
just my musicians.

'She's the fourth Agatha
we've had this week.'

- 'Is she in the hotel?'
- 'No.'

'I'm going to
search the room.'

Superintendent, may I
compliment you on your work.

- 'Thank you. Your name, sir?'
- 'I'm Stanton.'

'Wally Stanton.
And your name is?'

- Superintendent MacDonald.'
- Is that M-A-C--

'Just as it sounds, uh.'

'Superintendent, I think now
would be an opportune time'

'to do a future article
on you, sir'

'and your extraordinary
ability to uncover rather--'

Now, excuse me. This is
none of your business.

I most certainly
will not excuse you

nor Superintendent MacDonald.

How dare you force your way
into my friend's room

- without a proper search--
- Excuse me?

Oh, you made me jump.

(male #17)
'It's alright, Flora.
You may continue.'

Did you burn these papers?

No! No, I didn't burn 'em.

(MacDonald)
'How long have you
known this lady?'

Longer than anyone in this room,
and that's sufficient for me

to be concerned about
her rights of privacy.

'He may not be aware
of the fact, being foreigner

that our most famous lady
writers has disappeared.

(Flora)
'Oh, it's been
in all the papers.'

'It's Agatha Christie,
ain't it?'

(male #17)
'Yes, Flora, yes. Maybe'

'but we're not jumping
to any conclusions.'

(Flora)
'I guessed it right
from the start.'

'I told him.
I knew it were her.'

- 'I did.'
- 'Really?'

'I knew it was her.
Right from start I did.'

(Mrs. Braithwaite)
'I expected to find you flat
on your back, Miss Crawley.'

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mrs. Braithwaite?

You telephoned, and I've
come straight across.

I didn't ask you to come.

Then how many Evelyn
Crawley's are there?

There's only one
that I know of.

Do you know I'm
a very busy women?

- She's right, she didn't.
- I beg your pardon?

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[knocking on door]

(Nancy)
'Come in.'

Mrs. Braithwaite?

[music continues]

Mrs. Braithwaite?

(Agatha)
'She's not here.'

[music continues]

Excuse me, madam? Is
there a Mrs. Neele about?

(female #4)
'You'll have to wait
your turn, sir.'

(Agatha)
'Would you mind turning
the current off, please?'

Yes, of course.

- You'd like to wait--
- All I need is the room number.

- Room number four.
- And that is over here?

(female #4)
'Sir, you can't
go in there.'

It's alright, I'm a doctor.

[dramatic music continues]

Where's number four?

Where's four?

It's the main switch
on the right.

Where's four?
Where's four?

What is going on?

[dramatic music continues]

[women screaming]

Quickly.

Number four?

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

Oh, my God. Oh, my god,
it's Mrs. Christie.

(Nancy)
'It's Mrs. Christie!'

'It's Mrs. Christie!'

Shut the door!

[door closes]

Come on, come on.

Come back, come back.

Don't go away.

Don't go away, Agatha.

Breathe.

Breathe.

(Stanton)
Breathe.

Breathe.

- 'Breathe.'
- She's dead.

(Nancy)
'She's dead.
I know she's dead.'

'What are we going to do?'

Come on. Breathe.

Breathe, breathe.

Breathe, breathe.

[gasping]

Again.

Again.

Again.

[gasping]

Easy.

[coughs]

Alright.

(Stanton)
Keep breathing, please.

Easy, easy...easy.

Take it in.
Anna, take it in.

Anna Agatha.

Good girl.

- 'Is there a back way?'
- 'Yes.'

(Nancy)
'Yes, I think so.
I think there is.'

(Stanton)
'Get a taxi. Get out!'

[mumbling]

- It's so silly, very silly.
- Very silly..

...but very clever.

[instrumental music]

Alright, right up there.
Pull over on the right.

[music continues]

Here.

Where are we?

Some hotel. I don't
know the name of it.

You're a very bright
man, Mr. Stanton.

They'll probably give
you your own newspaper.

I could say half as bright
as you, Mrs. Christie

but I don't want to lie
to you ever again.

What is going
to happen to me?

What do you want
to happen?

I wanted to die.

Why didn't you?

You stopped me.

No, you stopped yourself.

You took that past something,
and you wanted to come back.

It had nothing to do
with me nor anyone else.

I want my husband back.

Even now?

Yes.

[people shouting]

Make way. Clear the way, now.
Come on, let me through.

[shouting continues]

- Superintendant MacDonald.
- Thank you.

[people chattering]

(Archie)
'Agatha!'

We must talk.

Yes.

[church bell ringing]

[typewriter keys clacking]

[indistinct shouting]

(male #18)
'Colonel Christie, do you
honestly expect us to believe'

'that your wife is
suffering from amnesia?'

There's no other explanation.

She herself says
she remembers nothing.

(female #5)
'Why can't we see your wife?'

(Archie)
'My wife is ill.'

An ordeal of this nature in
front of an obviously hostile

and antagonistic press.

(male #19)
'The press demands an open
court. You must tell us.'

(male #20)
'Your wife registered using
your secretary's surname.'

Can you tell us why, please?

I can only imagine that as
Miss Neele is a family friend..

Is it true that you and
Miss Neele are having an affair?

Another question, please?

How dare you?

It is disgraceful.
It is gutter press.

Now, please.

Gentleman in the front here
would like to ask a question.

Colonel Christie, I would like
to say one and only one thing.

Your conduct during
these last few days

and during this interview has
been of infinite consistency.

It's clear to me and
should be to my colleagues

that you have been
and are a devoted husband

and I for one would like
to congratulate you

on having done
one heck of a job.

[indistinct shouting]

Alright, ladies and gentlemen.
That is quite..

[knocking on door]

Yes.

Come in.

Hello, Mrs. Christie.

Hello.

I just came to say thank you.

Oh, yes?

For what you did for us.

'I mean, at
the press conference.'

I didn't do it for you.
I did it for me.

'What do you mean?'

'Oh, I see. You didn't want
anyone else to get the story.'

My gosh! You're going to be
even more famous, Mr. Stanton.

I may not be as distinguished
a writer as you, Mrs. Christie

but even hacks
have their standards.

- All well with the colonel?
- Yes.

Good show.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

'Will you forgive me?'

'There's no need
to forgive you.'

'I was going to publish it,
but I've changed my mind.'

'I can't.'

[slow music]

I didn't think that we'd
meet again, but since we have

perhaps I should say
what's really on my mind.

What is really on your mind?

I think you know.

I think you know
that I love you.

But you're going back
to your husband.

Yes. I have to go
back to my husband.

'I see.'

I've to go back to him because
I'm going to divorce him.

Why are you smiling?

I'm smiling because you are
like you're books after all.

What do you mean?

Always a surprise ending.

I'd like to think I would
have made you happy

but I guess it was
just bad timing.

Yes.

(Agatha)
It would be nice to think
that...we could meet again..

...sometime.

Yes.

I wish you well.

And you.

[indistinct chatter]

(male #21)
Can you make a statement?

[chatter continues]

[conductor blows whistle]

[train whistle blows]

[melancholic music]

[Pattie Brooks singing
"Close Enough For Love"]

¶ You and I ¶

¶ An unmatched pair ¶

¶ Took the time ¶

¶ To touch, to share ¶

¶ Worlds apart ¶

¶ The night we met ¶

¶ We braved the odds ¶

¶ And won the bet ¶

¶ Not perfect yet ¶

¶ But close enough ¶

¶ For love ¶

¶ How old-fashioned ¶

¶ Pure romance ¶

¶ Shared a kiss ¶

¶ And shared the dance ¶

¶ Shared the body ¶

¶ And bouquet ¶

¶ We'll taste the wine ¶

¶ Another day ¶

¶ When you and I ¶

¶ Are close enough ¶

¶ For love ¶

¶ Not just lovers ¶

¶ More than friends ¶

¶ Who knows where one starts ¶

¶ One ends ¶

¶ Tracing lights ¶

¶ Through sleepless nights ¶

¶ That I'll ¶

¶ Remember always ¶

¶ Always ¶

¶ Long goodbyes ¶

¶ And tearful looks ¶

¶ Hold up well ¶

¶ In poems and books ¶

¶ But you and I ¶

¶ Have life to hold ¶

¶ The greatest story ¶

¶ Never told ¶

¶ Not perfect yet ¶

¶ But close enough ¶

¶ For love ¶