Original subtitles

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! Çalıştırmak!

[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And it's out of date.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? Ne için?

(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. Evet?

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. Günaydın.

(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. Üzgünüm.

'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 ¶