All language subtitles for The.Agatha.Christie.Hour.S01E10.The.Manhood.of.Edward.Robinson.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_eng

- If I was rich, you
beautiful thing, I'd have you.

Brad, you are a fool.

- Having a good time, Vicky?

- Brad...

- I want you to
have a good time.

Always.

- Why the two and
three pennies, Edward?

You see just as well in
the one and six pennies.

- Well, I just thought--

- No, Edward darling, that's
just what you don't do.

Think.

Money doesn't grow
on trees, you know.

- I know.

- The further back
the better, I say.

* Goodnight Vienna

- The one and six pennies
would have been just as good.

* Our hearts are thrilling to
the strains that you play *

* From dawn till
the daylight dies *

* Good night Vienna

* Where moonlight
fills the air *

- Right.

Goodnight,
Edward, goodnight, Maud.

- Bye, Millie.

Bye.

- I don't know how Herbert
can afford a motorbike.

He works in the
same office as you.

- HP.

- Typical.

- Good lord, a lot of
people get things on HP.

- A lot of people
doing something silly

doesn't make it sensible.

- No.

- Life isn't like
the cinema, Edward.

- No.

Bill knew the moment was his,

Deftly he steered the car
into the shadow of the trees.

As the throb of the
engine died away,

he turned and masterfully
crushed the marchesa

to his breast.

With a deep sigh, she yielded
her lips in such a kiss

as he had never dreamed of.

- Herbert?

- Hmm?

- What do you think of Maud?

- Very pretty.

- No, I mean, really?

- Well, she does sort
of jump on a man a bit.

- Meaning?

- Well, you know.
- Yes.

She does a bit, doesn't she?

- But very pretty.

And to see you two
dance at the Palais,

all we clodhoppers
just stop and stare.

Absolutely ripping syncopation.

She'll make you
a marvelous wife.

Look, help me with this
before we have to go back

to that dreary office.

I ask you, who'd
be a stockbroker?

- We would, given
half the chance.

- Yeah.

Anyway.

"Arrange the following girls'
names in order of popularity."

- Oh, gosh, how are we
expected to know that?

- Well, if I were you,
I'd write them down

in the reverse order
of the way you think

they ought to go and then pray.

I don't see Maud down there.

- Oh, that's very
funny, ha, ha, ha!

- Elizabeth, Margaret.

- Herbert?

What is it now?

- You don't think
it's true, do you?

- Don't think what's true?

- That girls turn out to
be like their mothers.

- And how was the
dancing last night?

- Not too bad.

But they're putting up the
price of admission next month.

- Well, I think I can afford it.

- I think we should
make a stand.

- If we make a stand,
we won't be able

to dance, will we?

Maud, dear,

would you go and
put the kettle on?

We shall be wanting
our tea soon.

- Yes, Mother, of course.

- Now, Edward.

Now Maud's out of the room,
I've simply got to know.

What exactly are
your intentions?

- Intentions, Mrs.
Lithinglow, about what?

Your intentions towards
Maud, of course.

- Mrs. Lithinglow,
we're engaged.

To be married.

- So you say, Edward,
and so Maud says,

and yet I don't see an
engagement ring on her finger.

Oh, that, well--

- Is it that you
can't afford it?

- Oh no, no, no, no.

It's just that I haven't
got around to it yet.

You must
understand, Edward, that if,

don't clutch the wool, dear.

- Sorry, sorry.

You
must understand that

if Mr. Lithinglow were alive,

he would be the one
asking these questions.

- I do understand, but the
fact is Maud's always going on

about being careful with money.

And, I must say, I agree.

- The fact is, Edward,
that my daughter is engaged

to be married and yet has
no ring on her finger to,

well, how shall I put it?

I won't say, to
advertise the fact,

but to cement the relationship.

- I'll take care of it tomorrow,
Mrs. Lithinglow, I promise.

There's a good boy.

- Edward,

it's beautiful.

Very good taste, but--

But what?

- It must have cost
a small fortune.

Well, you wouldn't
want a cheap ring, would you?

- No doubt, of course not.

- I'm gonna have a good
job in the stock exchange.

- You're still
only a red button.

- Yes, but I'll be a
blue button next year.

- Yes, darling, I know that,

but it just doesn't
do to be extravagant.

- You mean, you want me to
change it for something cheaper?

- I really wouldn't mind.

I mean, I wouldn't want
to feel guilty wearing it.

- Well,

as a matter of fact, I
was hoping we could have

a short engagement.

How short?

- I'd like us to be
married early next year.

- Oh, Edward, that
is sweet of you.

But don't you think it
would be more prudent

to wait a bit longer?

- Why, we've already been
engaged for three months.

- Yes, darling,
I know that, but,

well, I know you're
going to be a success.

You'll be a partner in 10 years.

- 10 years?

But at the moment,
your salary isn't that large.

- You know, sometimes I
wonder whether you want

to marry me at all.

- What?

Or that
you even love me.

- Edward, darling,
you're just being silly.

Because I try to be practical
doesn't mean I don't love you.

Look, I love you
more than you think.

You see,

you're a bit of a dreamer,
aren't you, darling?

- Am I?

- All I'm saying is let's
wait a bit till we marry,

you'll see I'm right.

- Well, it's up to
you, Maud, of course.

And, alright, I'll
change the ring.

- 500 pounds?

First prize.

- What for?

- That competition,
you remember, arrange
the girls' names.

Yes, yes.

- Well, I did what
you said and I won it.

I've been bursting to
tell you all morning,

but Old Eyebrows never
took his eyes off us.

- I say!

500 jolly old pounds!

You're rich!

- Hmm, I'm rich.

- Maud will marry
you pronto now.

- Yes.

- Tell her your
investments are gilt edged

or conversion loan, and she'll
love you to distraction.

She'll collapse in your arms.

- Yes, of course a little
nest egg for the future.

Yes, I realize that's
the sensible thing to do.

- Thank you very much.

I'm sure you'll be very,
very pleased with her.

Thank you.

- She is the loveliest thing!

What does Maud think about her?

- Oh, actually,

I haven't told her yet.

- What?

Oh, my God.

Just wait till she finds out.

- Well,

I have to learn
to drive it first.

- Get in.

Strangler, switch
on, starter, clutch,

gears, handbrake, throttle.

- What?

- Strangler, switch on.
- Starter, switch on.

- Starter.
- Starter.

- Clutch.

Clutch

Gears.

Strangler,
switch on, starter.

Clutch.

Handbrake.

Throttle.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Starter, clutch,
gears, handbrake.

Throttle.

- Not go to the Palais tomorrow?

But we always go on Thursday.

What about my paso doble?

Strangler,
switch on, starter,

clutch, gears,

handbrake, throttle.

- The moment has come, Edward,
to tell you that there's

more than one gear.

- But I don't understand, again?

it's the New York
Stock Exchange, you see.

It's still not tickety-boo.

And with Christmas...

- Splendid!

You're getting better every day.

Now it's time to learn reverse.

- You mean, it goes backwards?

I wish I knew why
you were behaving like this.

I'm trying
to explain, Maud.

It's the contangos
and settlement pay.

There's a lot of...

is there
no one else in that office

who can take
responsibility, Edward?

- You see, driving
is just a matter

of confidence, experience.

- Well, thanks very much
for helping, Herbert.

- It's a pleasure.

So when are you
going to tell her?

- Huh?

- Maud, I mean.

- Maud, yes, well, I thought
I'd tell her after Christmas.

- You mean you
won't be going away?

- Away, why should I?

- A spanking new car,
a nice long holiday,

and you're gonna loll
around in Maud's place

with mother in attendance.

- Well, I did say I'd
spend Christmas with them.

- Oh, well.

- Well, what would you do?

- Well, to start with,
if I had a car like this,

I'd ask Millie to
come down to Brighton.

- Yes, and if she refused?

I'd
take off by myself.

Spend the evening at Sherry's.

- What happens there?

- What doesn't happen there?

Dancing, you'd like
that, big bands.

Really?

- And there's always more
mares than stallions.

Expensive?

- It's one and six at the door.

You take a look around,
you pick your partner,

it'll cost you a drink or two,
say a small port and lemon

or a shandy gaff.

And on the way back, cut
up to Horsham and Dorking,

beetle up the Kingston bypass.

Stop for breakfast
at the Ace of Spades.

There's scarcely a
girl you wouldn't have

in the hollow of your hand.

- Well, thanks for
your advice, Herbert,

but I shall have to spend
Christmas with Maud.

I can't let her down.

- Well, it's up to you, old boy.

My motto is,

gather your rosebuds
while you may.

- You always spend
Christmas with us.

- That's right.

- I know, and I'm
sorry, but, you see,

it's this pal of mine.

Which pal?

- You met him Maud, at
the flicks with Millie.

Herbert Maynard.

- Oh yes, I remember him,
rather shallow, I thought.

- Didn't he come
here to tea once?

- Yes, that's right, we
work together in the City.

- As for her, and what has
he to do with Christmas?

- Well, you see, he
spends it in the country.

- Why, does he live
in the country?

- No, but his parents
do, in Surrey.

- And so, of course he
spends Christmas with them.

- That's right, Mrs.
Lithinglow, and I've been asked.

- That's very kind of him.

I thought so.

- But what is that to do with
you not spending Christmas

with your fiance?

- And her mother?

- Well, I promised, you see.

- Why?

- Because...

Herbert's father
is almost blind.

- And?

- And...

His mother is a cripple,
he feels she can't cope.

- How could you help?

- Christmas tree, holly, plum
pudding, that sort of thing.

I mean, promised.

Well, you can't let a pal down.

- Well, I find it very odd.

First, you hardly come to
see me all of this week.

- I've already
explained that, Maud,

I've been kept late at
the office every night.

- Well, it's not for me
to interfere, of course,

but I'm surprised you find
your pal, as you call him,

more important than
your affianced.

- Well, I can't go back
on my word now, but,

I'll be here Boxing
Day, if all goes well.

Sorry.

- Well!

- Well.

- Tell me, dear,

this cheaper engagement
ring he was buying,

has he given it to you yet?

- No.

No, Mother, he hasn't.

I don't know what
I'm doing wrong.

* O come all ye faithful

* Joyful and triumphant

* O come all ye
faithful to Bethlehem *

- What can we do for
our stranger in mufti?

Do I have
to be in evening dress?

- No, not a necessity.

En route, are we?

- Brighton.

Amply dressed,
squire, amply dressed.

- Thank you.

Now what's the
snifter of your choice?

- Half a bitter, please.

- Half a bitter.

Ice and lemon?

- No, half a bitter.

- Just joking,
squire, just joking!

Half a tankard of best bitter.

Charity ball, every
23rd of December.

At closing time, Roger
de Coverley upstairs,

and no one gets a wink
of sleep all night.

- Major, where the
devil's my brandy?

- Pimms, Major, Pimms!

- I've changed my mind, I'll
have a small port and lemon.

Jolly good idea.

Small port and lemon,
ah, Sir Medwin.

Jimmy's just arrived.

Thought he was gonna drive
straight through into the bar.

- Like a Sheik leaving a
camel in charge, silly ass.

- He is a silly ass,
didn't you know, darling?

- Major says how do you want
your steak sandwich done?

- Barman, can I get--

- Just one moment, please, sir.

- Saignant, a point or tortured?

- I'd like it soon.

I'll get the police.

Tell
them the place is on fire!

Send
for the fire brigade,

the police, anything!

- Sir.

Oh, God!

And it's only just 9:00.

* God rest ye merry gentlemen

* Let nothing you dismay

* Remember Christ our Savior

* Was born on Christmas Day

- Are you there, Mother?

Yes dear, I'll go.

- Not too much,
just a few pence.

* Tidings of comfort and joy

* Comfort and joy

- There's a thing, you'll never
guess who's passing the hat.

- Who?

- I asked him to come in.

Come in.

- Merry Christmas, Maud.

- You!

- Is something the matter?

Oh no,
nothing important.

- We picked your
house especially,

I thought Edward would be here.

- Tell me, Mr.?

Maynard.

- Tell me, Mr Maynard, do your
family live in the country?

Yes, but I don't.

- Where exactly?

- Surrey?

- No, Aberdeen.

- And your father, is he blind?

- Well no, not all the time.

- And your mother a cripple?

- Good heavens, no!

She's the ladies'
curling champion of
the Eastern Highlands.

I say, what's this all about?

- Oh, it's as Maud said,
it's nothing important.

- Right.

Then, I'll be on
my way caroling.

A little something for those
less fortunate than ourselves.

- Give him sixpence, Mother.

- Oh, look at that.

Hello, Merry Christmas.

- Everyone

Oh, do listen!

Agnes Larella's been burgled!

- To work!

In you go.

In I get.

Good girl.

- Good grief!

The police.

Meet me in Little Chessington,

corner of Salters Lane, 10:00.

- Gerald?

I say, Gerald, what
an age you've been.

Oh, heavens to Betsy!

It's not Gerald.

- No.

My name is Edward.

- Oh, Gerald's brother,
of course, I'm so glad.

That idiot Jimmy said
he was sending Gerald.

I say, it's jolly
good of you to come.

I've been dying to meet you.

Yes but,
there's been a--

- Goodness, do you
know, I haven't seen
you since I was six.

Isn't that a scream?

- This necklace, I found it--

- Put it away!

In case the village
bobby's abroad.

I say, would you
like me to drive?

You can't have had much
practice in Bulawayo.

It's awfully tricky
around these lanes

till you get the hang of it.

- Yes, but--

- Especially in this weather.

- Jolly good, move over.

Hold that, thanks.

Right, off we go!

Too pacey for you?

- No, no, no, that's fine.

As fast as you like.

- Damn!

They're after us.

- What, the police?

- Well, I do hope not.

Ssh!

- Right!

Off we go!

Right!

* You'll take the highroad
and I'll take the low road *

Hang on to your hat, Edward!

How's poor old Jimmy?

- Uh, which Jimmy would that be?

- My Jimmy.

- You're?

- Jimmy, my fiance.

- Oh, he's alright.

- Shame about his ankle.

- Yeah.

- Did he have time to
tell you the whole story?

- Actually, no.

- Well...

- Well...

- Of course, we'd planned
it down to the last detail.

I borrowed one of the maids'
rooms at the Tantoners',

changed into a dark
sweater and slacks

and dashed across the road.

Some idiot nearly ran me down.

- Really?

- Then up the ivy.

The only useful thing I ever
learnt at finishing school.

Well, the maid was in
the room, of course,

but the minute Jimmy started
the fire, she rushed out,

I rushed in, grabbed the
necklace, back down the ivy,

Bob's your uncle.

Of course, when
Jimmy didn't turn up,

that was a bit worrying.

All I could do was race
back to the car park,

shove the necklace and the
note in Jimmy's car and pray.

Then I crept in from
the back of the hotel

and back on the dance floor
before you could say quickstep.

I don't think anyone
noticed I'd gone.

- Is it,

is it very valuable?

- The Larella diamonds?

My dear Edward,
they're priceless.

Now, come on in, Edward, for
a quick wash and brush up

before we dash off
to the Cafe de Paris.

The Cafe de Paris?

- Oh, lord love a duck!

Didn't Gerald tell you anything?

- Yes, but what
about my clothes?

- We'll rig you up in something.

You're not going
to desert me now?

Hello, Grosvenor.

- Good evening, Your Ladyship.

- Come on, Edward.

Now,

what to imbibe?

Gimlet, Horse's
Neck, White Ladies?

- Uh, what are you imbibing?

- Well, I think cocktails
are all so boring, don't you?

Let's stick to
champagne, shall we?

- Let's.

- Champagne please, garcon.

Oh, golly, I nearly forgot.

What?

- The necklace, let's have it.

- What, here?

Yes.

- You really think you should?

That's
the whole point.

- Whatever you say.

- Take those.

Put them in your pocket.

It's quite an adventure,
don't you think?

Oh, rather....

- Do you dance?

- Yes actually, I do.

- Any good?

- Actually, I am, yes.

- Oh, come on, then,
give us a whirl.

There she is.

Who's she with?

I
don't know, darling.

- Right.

Four sides to the floor and
we'll try a pincer movement.

Good evening, Noreen.

- Don't, we're going to leave.

Whatever you do,
don't let go of me.

- Do you mind if I steal her?

- Lord Melbury, how
lovely to see you.

- And you too, my dear.

I say, may I?

- Oh, I'd love to.

- Excuse us, Alice.

- Stay close!

- Your escort doesn't
seem to trust me at all.

Hasn't let you out of his sight.

- Another dance?

- No, thank you.

- Lady Noreen.

- Quick, Edward, into
the middle of the floor.

Excuse me, please.

Awfully sorry, thanks a lot.

Dance, Edward, just dance.

Who
the hell is he?

- She calls him Edward.

Gerald's brother?

- Nothing like him.

- Now it really is my
turn, don't you think?

You don't mind,
old chap, do you?

Go away.

Afraid?

- No, of course I'm not afraid.

Edward, watch this
gentleman like a hawk!

- Perhaps you'd like
to dance with me.

- No, Sebastian!

No, Sebastian, play fair.

Sebastian!

- That's enough!

Keep your hands off her!

I beg your pardon.

- I can see what you're up to.

You're trying to
steal the necklace!

- Well, that's a good one.

I'm here to return it
to its rightful owner.

- Sebastian!

Stop her!

Keep going!

- Well done, Edward, keep going!

Oh, well done, we've won!

- Won?

Yes!

- Fair enough, old girl.

Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- Jimmy will be proud of you.

Well done, old boy,
congratulations.

- But I still don't see why
you had to wear the necklace.

Oh, good gracious!

Didn't Gerald tell
you anything at all?

- Very little.

- Well, it's all rather
stupid and difficult

to understand, I suppose.

The truth is, Edward, I'm bored.

Oh, I'm not like you with
herds of cattle to look after

and hundreds of workers.

I'm bored because I
was brought up to lead

a thoroughly useless life.

So, first of all it was pub
crawls, then treasure hunts,

and last month I
invented burglaries.

50 quid entrance fee
and lots to be drawn.

Jimmy and I drew Agnes Larella.

- Isn't that the girl who
jumped off Henley Bridge

for a bet?

- That's right, in
her cami knickers.

And just missed the
umpire's launch.

Well, the rules are, one,
you operate in pairs.

Two, the burglary must be
carried out within three days

of the draw.

And, three, the loot must be
worn for at least one hour

in a public place.

Regardez, the Cafe de Paris,
as public as they come.

And if you don't do all that,
you forfeit your 50 quid

and pay a 100 pound fine.

- That's why they
were chasing us.

- Yes.

Well, as I said, it all
sounds rather stupid.

- No.

No, it's very exciting.

It's romantic,
it's an adventure!

I'm glad I was part of it.

- Mmm, so am I.

- And,

you're going to marry
this Jimmy fellow?

That's the idea, at
the moment of going to press.

- Well, you don't
sound very sure.

- Well, as I said, I'm bored.

Oh, I'm sick of living at home.

Jimmy's rich.

My class, as they say.

Household Cavalry and all that.

Looks quite tall on a horse.

I shall have five children
and fade into obscurity.

Oh, I'm
sure you won't.

You'll always be
the life and soul.

- Are you married, Edward?

- No, like you, engaged.

To some
dusky Bulawayan maiden?

- Actually, no.

A
missionary's daughter?

- Not exactly, no.

Well, I hope
she likes to dance.

- Actually, yes.

- Where do you dance
when you're over here?

- The Hammersmith Palais.

Oh, where's that?

- It's at Hammersmith.

- Is she over here with you?

Yes, actually.

- Then, where is she tonight?

Well,

it's a bit difficult to explain.

- Hmm, a row?

A blazing row?

- Not exactly, no, not yet.

Another love?

- In a way.

- Then, where's she?

- Outside.

- Outside?

Thou speakest in
riddles, O Edward.

Well, come along, drink up.

Thou must take me home.

- Yes, of course.

Oh, and then I
know you'll be a sweet man

and take these back to Agnes.

- What, tonight?

- Well, the battle
is lost and won.

I should like her to
have them back at once.

You're not tired?

- No, of course not.

- On Captain Folyer's
account, please, Gaston.

Thank you.

Oh, well,

what a night!

What's the time?

- It's nearly 2:00.

Oh, good!

Then we've just got time
to drop off at The Palace.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye, darlings.

Merry Christmas!

Thanks very much.

- Oh, thanks.

Shame about poor Jimmy's ankle.

Still, we won the prize.

- How did he do it?

- He caught his foot
in a rabbit trap.

He's only really
safe on a horse.

- It wouldn't have happened
if he'd climbed the ivy

instead of you, why didn't he?

- No head for heights.

Noreen!

- Gerald!

- Thank the Lord, I've
got hold of you at last.

I say, I went to the Cafe
de P, but you'd left.

How's Jimmy?

- Well, Jimmy's an ass.

Oh, Gerald!

- Sorry, old girl, but he is.

Guessed you might end up here.

- But it's not his fault
that he got his foot caught.

- Well, it was
nobody else's fault.

- I had to keep going,
avec the necklace.

- Of course.

Trust Jimmy to crawl back
to Agnes's to ask for help.

- I know, what did she do?

- Well, she sent her
chauffeur to pick up his car

in the Tantoners'
car park to take him

to the cottage hospital, but
he picked up the wrong car.

- Oh, no!

- Yes.

So some poor blighter's
lost his motor

and God knows where
the diamonds are.

- What, what do you
mean, we've got them.

Well, Edward has.

Don't you say hello
to your own brother?

- What?

- To Edward.

- Don't be daft,
Edward's in Bulawayo.

- Oh, so...

Oh, heavens!

A real burglar.

But you said...

- I have to thank
you, Lady Noreen,

for a most delightful evening.

Toodle-loo.

- Who the devil is that?

Edward!

- But look, there's Jimmy's car.

- Edward!

Wait!

Edward, give me the
necklace, please.

Please!

Edward please, I've got
to give it back to Agnes!

Oh, go on, be a sport!

We've had a good
evening together.

A lovely adventure, please!

Oh, you lovely, lovely man!

- You'd better have these, too.

- Take me with you.

- Where?

Wherever
your next job is.

- Job?

- I wouldn't be a handicap
to you, I promise.

I might even get
quite good at it.

- Sorry, good at what?

- Just look at what you
nearly got away with

tonight, on your own.

A diamond necklace,
a string of pearls.

Just think what you could
do with an accomplice.

- That's terribly kind of
you, but what about Jimmy?

- Oh,

well, Jimmy's alright, but he's
got no sense of adventure or

well,

romance.

- Supposing we're caught?

Isn't Jimmy better than six
months in Holloway, hmm?

- Yes, I suppose.

I'm being rejected.

- No, no.

It's only that I couldn't
ask that big a sacrifice

from such a,

such a very wonderful girl.

- You mean, this is goodbye?

- Goodbye.

- We'll never meet again.

- I don't expect so, but
I shall never forget you.

- Nor I you.

Have a good life.

- Oh, and you.

I want you to have a good life.

Always.

- Goodbye!

Whoever you are.

* Hark the herald angels sing

* Glory to the new-born King

* Peace on earth
and mercy mild *

- Merry Christmas.

- Edward!

It's you.

I didn't expect
you back so soon.

Did you have a nice time
with that friend of yours?

- Ah, that was a lie.

The truth is, I won a
magazine competition,

500 pounds as a matter of fact.

- 500 pounds?

- Yes, and instead of
investing it in gilt edged

or conversion bonds,
I bought a car.

A car?

- An absolute beauty!

I didn't tell you because
I knew you'd kick up

a Dickens of a fuss,
that's the first thing.

- But, Edward--

- I bought the car, so
there's nothing more

to be said about it.

- And that's what
you doing yesterday?

- That's right, and all week.

Giving her a bit of a whirl.

The second thing is--

- But why should
I kick up a fuss?

A car proves that you're
going up in the world.

- Oh, yes, I can see that now.

- You silly boy.

Can we go for a drive tomorrow?

If you like.

- Of course.

Maud!

- And Mother will love it.

- There's a white car just
outside in the road...

Edward!

Well!

- Hello, Mrs. Lithinglow.

Can't you see we're talking?

- I dare say you are, why--

- Ah!

Please, we'd like to be alone.

And a Merry Christmas.

The second thing is, I'm not
going to hang about waiting.

I'm going to marry
you next month.

- Next month?

- Until then, will
you wear this ring?

It's the same one,
I didn't change it.

Well, quickly, yes or no?

- You're so different
today, Edward.

- Yes.

Yes, for 24 hours I've been
a man instead of a mouse.

Because
you bought a car?

- Yes, exactly.

Well, sort of.

Do you love me, Maud?

- Oh, Edward,

I adore you.