All language subtitles for Agatha.And.The.Midnight.Murders.2020.1080p.WEB.h264-SCONES.English

Mrs Christie.

You look like my mum.

- You shaved your moustache.
- Yeah.

Distinguishable feature.

You look like Mrs Danvers.

That's not a good thing.

She's the housekeeper.
I know who she is.

Is everything ready?

Tied up like a Nazi in a brothel.

That's... not very reassuring.

Plans haven't changed
since the last time we spoke

just as they hadn't changed
the time before that.

Relax.

The death of Poirot
won't be in vain.

New man?

Not so new.

Faithful?

Not so faithful.

He knows which side
his bread's buttered.

You've grown up.

- Yes.
- I like it.

So do I.

What about you?

Is the war good for business?

Terrible. Market's flooded
with amateurs.

Well, we all make sacrifices.

Yeah, not all of us
can sacrifice a few words

for £20,000.
- £55,000.

You... you said 20!

Words! Words.

Well, it's still
a healthy commission.

And with the inland revenue
stalking me

I need every penny.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Not really,
but I don't have a choice.

I'm almost bankrupt.

These people are
most likely criminals.

Well, that's why I've got you.

Fine.

But if I have to kill anyone

I want danger money
on top of me 10%.

Unless they're Canadian.

It is time.

Thank you.

Mr Lei would be grateful

if you could make
every endeavour to...

Look your best
whilst representing him.

OK.

We should go.

Would you like to hear
our air-raid procedures?

Not really.

Would you like to hear
my opinion on Americans?

Is there any nationality you do tolerate?

The Russians.

You know where you stand
with the Russians.

They tell you before
they stab you in the back.

The Americans will
stab you in the back

watch you bleed out

and then offer
to sell you a funeral plan.

You haven't changed.

That's cos I was already perfect.

Besides, you can't trust
people who do.

Five minutes ago,
you said you liked it!

When we first met, you spent
most of the time lying.

It seems to me,
you stopped pretending to be

someone you're not.

That isn't really change.

Am I really that transparent?
I won't tell anyone.

They might take advantage of it.

I'd like to see them try.

Mr Lei wishes to know...

What do you do when
you're not protecting people?

I play the saxophone.

Mrs Christie,
it is a pleasure to meet you.

I have read every one
of your books

and believe you to be
the finest author

of detective novels
in the world.

That's very kind of you.

But I'm old enough and...

Modest enough to know
that conan Doyle is better.

Conan Doyle?

If anyone in chungking mansions

is found reading Sherlock Holmes

they're soon looking for
a new home.

I'm very happy to know
that my hard work

will be in the hands of
someone who appreciates it.

Have you got the money?

In our culture

these proceedings have
certain... formalities.

Well, in our culture,
you have to pay

before you see
the bearded woman.

Mr Lei has £20,000
in his coat pocket.

Mr vella is here to ensure

it remains there
until we have the manuscript.

Sounds reasonable.

And the deed.

I'll sign it
when I have the money.

And then the manuscript
will be legally yours

and you can do
whatever you want with it.

Agreed.

Let's seal this with a drink.

Soft one.

- You don't drink?
- No.

Since when?

Since forever.

He whistles qi!

Four zombies and a soda water.

Assuming your wop
likes to stay sharp?

I'm Maltese.
Oh, you speak english.

You drink?

Only with people
I don't want to punch.

Alright, well,
I don't know what a zombie is.

You wanna see the cocktail menu?

You're the first American
I've met

who doesn't know
how to make a zombie.

How about I make the drinks
and you pay for 'em?

Perhaps now you'd like to hear
about our air-raid procedures?

We need to get below ground.

Now!

You need to pull yourself together.

Do you know how many times
I've heard that siren?

Ninety-six.

Can you guess how many times
I've been blown up?

I'm enjoying a civilised drink
in an uncivilised place.

I couldn't care less

if Hitler was attacking
on a fucking unicorn.

Chin-chin.

Is it possible it's a false alarm?

Attacks this far out are unusual.

My name is PC O'Hanauer.
I'm here to make sure

that you're not being scooped up
with trowels tomorrow morning.

As the only occupied
public building in the vicinity

I'm instructed to evacuate you
or find shelter

and there's no time for evacuation.
Do you have cellars?

We have a, uh, shelter in the ballroom.

It's, uh, pretty strong.

Is it strong enough to survive

this building falling
on top of it?

Well, it's just through there

along with the second
largest gramophone

in London. You wanna see?

Is there a cellar?

It is against fire regulations
to let the public go down there.

How about if we're on fire?

Let me guess.

You're using it for storing
black market goods.

Just tell me
where the cellars are.

It's behind the bar,
down the stairs.

You take me to
all the best places, darling.

In an orderly fashion

please make your way
down the stairs.

Or what?

Or you'll be watching phosphorus

burn through your internal organs.

Well, you may be invincible, darling...

But I'm not.

Come on!

Evening, ladies.

What are nice girls like you
doing in a place like this?

- We're tourists.
- Sightseeing.

It's a... cheap time
to visit London.

This'll do fine.

Make your guests at home.
I'm going back upstairs

check there's no one left behind.

Apparently...

Everything in
this shithole is his.

He's threatening us.

You cannot buy his stuff

but if you take it...

Yes?

What happens if we take it?

I kill you.

How? By mangling
the english language?

You're supposed to be protecting me,
not starting a fight!

Now we know
what we're up against.

Any more questions?

How much for this '93 d'yquem?

We can't afford to let this
interfere with our plans.

You really do need
the money, don't you?

Yes.

Well, better get a move on.

Our man's a little nervous.

Don't worry, it's not as if...

The docks are burning.

Aren't they rather a long way off?

Have you ever been in an air raid?

They'll follow a line up the thames.
We're the next stop.

How do you know?

Have you two just escaped
from the funny farm?

Did you see any markers?

Something to suggest
that we're a target?

Flares or fires?

Anything that could be
a guide to the German bombers?

Didn't see any markers.

Then hopefully...

Goering will leave us alone.

And if he doesn't...

We're safe here.

Think of all those
poor people up...

Your new man?

Max.

No.

Here's hoping
you change your mind.

Max will be fine.

I've seen your house.

Take a direct hit,
I'd still struggle to break in.

Also, think about it.

They've dropped hundreds of
thousands of bombs, and what

killed ten people.

Chances of Max
going for a Burton

are about the same
as me going straight.

Thank you.

Right, let's sell
this bloody thing and go home.

Frankie.

Maybe now's not the best time.

We just need to be tactful.

Maybe I'll be tactful
whilst you guard the manuscript.

It's not going anywhere.

Of course.

But maybe I should...

Trust me?

Would you mind opening this door?

I, I don't think the man
who threatened to kill us

would be happy...

Now!

Enter this room,
I carve my name on your balls.

What is your name?

Eli sciacchitano.

My balls aren't that big.

OK, there's a policewoman over there.

Why don't we pick this up
after the bombs stop falling?

Until next time.

- After you.
- Thank you.

Just give him a moment.

I need to show you something.

Could you tell Mr Lei
I'll be back shortly?

Yes, of course.

I took my eyes off it
for 30 seconds.

That's my future.

I thought Mussolini
was about to stab you.

Is everything alright?

She left the oven on.

Did you see anyone near my bag?

- Something's missing?
- Our privacy.

Since when did you start
trusting strangers

with our business?
I trusted you!

I was making sure
you didn't get perforated.

I wasn't in any danger.

If you die, I don't get paid.

If I don't sell the manuscript,
nobody gets paid.

You do realise that
10% of nothing is nothing?

I'm aware.

At least without this...

It's stolen property.

Or unfinished business.

It can't have been
taken on purpose.

Should we leave?

That's not like you.

I wasn't expecting trouble.

Might have...

Exaggerated my skills
as a bodyguard.

I might have downplayed
the importance of this deal.

If I'd have known,
I'd have asked for more money.

Can't believe I'm laughing.

What do we do now?

We find out who has
the manuscript and take it back.

Could be anyone.

Frankie might have paid
someone to steal it.

Storeroom, over there.

OK.

Where do we start?

By breaking your golden rule.

Never rub another man's rhubarb?

Your other one.

Concerning the police...

And keeping one's mouth shut.

And I always thought
no one ever listened to me.

Excuse me?

Yeah?

My name is...
Yeah, I know who you are.

I need to report a theft.

- Now?
- Yes.

Right, what?

Something important
was stolen out of my bag

a few minutes ago.

- What is it?
- A manuscript.

Doesn't sound important.

Are you looking for something?

Perhaps I can help.
I'm good at finding things.

Well, find your manuscript.
It's been stolen.

There's a reward.

I'm a police constable.

So it's your job
to investigate a crime.

Right.

- I'll look into it.
- When?

When the air raid's over.

When everyone's left?

- Got me hands full.
- Doing what?

I'll make a deal with you.

I told you,
I'm an officer of the law.

All you have to do
is stop people from leaving.

Well, they can't leave,
there's an air raid.

Stop them from leaving, even if
they choose to ignore it.

- And?
- And what?

What's in it for me?

I thought you were a police officer.

I won't write a bestselling
series of novels

about an idiotic PC called O'Hanauer.

Always wanted to be a villain.

I can do that.

Not a stupid one.

What happened?

She'll stop people from leaving.

What now?

We find out
if Frankie's behind all this.

Something funny about those two.

You noticed?

Can't put my finger on it.
They're lying.

Everyone's lying.

Mrs Christie, he is
most happy to see you.

My manuscript has been stolen.

Frankie.

Oh, sorry, where are my manners?

Oh, no, thank you.

Could you tell Mr Lei that
whoever took the manuscript

is still here.
We need to find out who

so we can conclude
our business and go home.

We should... ask Rocco

what he thinks would be
the best way

to find the person responsible.

I think I know who has it.

You do?

Follow me.

Mr Lei is not feeling well.

Can we do anything?

No, I'll stay with him.

I think he feels better
in this room.

It makes him feel...

- Safe.
- Yes.

No.

I have come to take back
what you stole from this lady.

She doesn't look like
she has anything good to steal.

I'm about to win a particularly
good bottle of Taylor's...

So would you mind fucking off?

You are a great man, Mr Campbell

but I can't do that.

It's "sir," actually.

Hand over the manuscript,
and I will consider us even.

No!

Oh, my...

Are you alright?

Do something!

Undo his button.
Give him some air.

Give me a hand.

We need to sit on his chest.

- What?
- He's having a heart attack.

If you don't apply pressure, he'll die.

Where in god's name
did you learn that?

I'm saving his life.

Get off him and help me
get him on his front.

- Move!
- Did I tell you to move?

When you've finished stuffing
the Christmas Turkey

- I think you'll find he's dead.
- Dead?

Oh, much like
that servant you contained.

Grace has spent
the last few minutes

trying to talk him back to life.

It didn't work.

Frankie!

Keep going!

He's... he's dead.

Who'd have thought it?
Witchcraft doesn't work.

Have some respect!

I'll show respect when you lot
start doing what I say.

Sir Malcolm is right.

I killed him.

It was self-defence.

And all's well that ends well.

In my day,
deserters would be shot.

It looks like
we've got ourselves a morgue.

You'd better bring in the body.

That wasn't a request.

This area's out of bounds
until the authorities arrive.

We can't just leave him here.

Look, I'm sorry.
We can't just leave him...

I'm sorry,
but we've got no choice.

Next time someone questions
my authority

I will arrest them.

How could Frankie just die?

He never had any...
Any heart problems before?

No.

He was...
Easily excitable, but...

No, he was in good health.

I need to ask you something.

What?

Where's the money?

The money?

It... it's in his pocket.

You think someone did this? Shh!

It's possible
we're being targeted.

But the only people
that knew about it

were you...

I have never
killed anyone before.

We have to check
if Frankie still has the money.

That's easier said than done.

Second thoughts...

Leave that with me.

Got a way for you
to atone for your sins.

Just promise you'll try not
to kill anyone else.

Go talk to the policewoman.

Trust me.

I'm going to get you
in that room.

Hey, my Italian's not up to much

but Rocco tells me
you're a stronzo.

I think that means
you're a fucker

but I'm not really sure.

What do you want?

I think two deaths
in one night is enough.

You hear this?

You hear what this murdering pig
is calling me?

- So if I am a stronzo...
- Stop that.

You are coward.

Stop it!

The money's gone

and I think he was poisoned.

I assume whoever did it
has the manuscript.

And needs the deed.

My instinct says
we can trust jun, Rocco...

Audrey and Nell.

But my instinct when it comes
to trust is usually wrong.

How can we trust jun and Rocco?

They're the only ones
that knew about the money.

Look, we should set a trap.

Use the deed to draw out
whoever it is.

And risk losing that as well?

Well, how about I tell everyone
I've heard the all-clear

and we see
who makes a run for it?

I imagine they all will.

Do you have a better plan?

Yes.

To not catch the killer.

- Do nothing?
- Not nothing.

We find the manuscript
and go home.

We give up?

No, not give up.

We live to fight another day.

Sounds a lot like giving up.

Ah, well.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

You realise I have neither?
Then I'll take it on tick.

Well, you'll be joining
a long queue.

I know where you live.

So...

All we have to do is

get the killer to give you back
the manuscript

for no reason.

Let me guess...

You're going to tell everyone
who you are and ask politely.

My name is Agatha Christie.

I'm a novelist.

Someone here has stolen
something very important to me.

Please may I have it back?

You're Agatha Christie?

What's been stolen?

Clearly not her sense of humour.

If she's Agatha Christie

I'm the emperor of Japan.

She is Agatha Christie.

I've seen her picture in paper.

I told you she looked familiar.

Bollocks.

What on earth would
Agatha Christie be doing here?

If you want our help, perhaps
you should be more forthcoming.

I don't want your help,
I just want my manuscript back.

Without the deed...

You can't sell it.

It's, it's worthless.

What's it about?

Your missing novel.

Someone who thinks
they can get away with murder.

And it isn't missing.

It's been stolen.

By one of you.

What's the reward?

If I find it.

The reward is not going to prison.

A grand.

A thousand pounds?

That's what I said.

Is that right, ms Christie?

How do I know you have
a thousand pounds?

Oh, her books sell like
prophylactics in a whorehouse.

She's richer than the queen.

Well, that worked.

I was hoping to...
To reason with them

not start a wild goose chase.

Better than nothing.

And what if somebody
actually finds it?

Where am I going to get
a thousand pounds?

Didn't think of that.

Tell you what?

If I find it,
you can add it to my tab.

Bollocks.

Something wrong?

It seems that telepathic ability
declines with age.

Like most things.

Everything but one's sex life.

Three of hearts.

It's very unfortunate.

Why did you call
the barman a deserter?

Why else would
a Canadian be here?

I thought he was American.

Only people with
an acute sense of hearing

can tell the difference.
What are you two doing?

Did you know that
Canada isn't actually a country?

This is not it!

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

As I was trying to say
to Mr Stabby here

this is sheet music
for a number called...

"Tell the gardener
I am ready to be watered."

Enough of this stupid game.
I want everyone over here.

Come on. Move it.

Can I keep this?

It's a show I'd like to see.
As far as I'm concerned

this manuscript isn't worth
the paper it's written on

but given the disorder
it's causing

I'm forced to
do something about it.

I want everyone to give up
their bags and belongings

for a search.
- Jack of hearts.

I'm so sorry,
what were you saying?

What right do you have to
search our personal possessions?

I'm a police officer.

It doesn't work like that.
How the hell would you know?

Do you like both your arms?

I don't have a bag.

What are you going to do?

See if I've stuffed it
down my knickers?

I will not let you search
ms yuhuan's property.

Plenty more room in the morgue.

Bet you didn't know they started
issuing us with these.

Apparently, people don't
respect the police anymore.

Maybe that's cos all the good
ones are off fighting Germans.

I think this situation
is getting out of control.

Could I make a suggestion? What?

That you only search
items large enough

to contain my manuscript. Fine.

Start with the obvious criminal.

Drop the toothpick.

Pick that up and
bring it over here.

Given the dead Canadian...

You might want to stay
in me good books.

Where's your bag?

Where is your bag?

Right, search it.

Yes!

- Do you think...
- It's all here.

I would be so stupid
as to do that?

You are being made a fool of.

Put him in with the other guests.

I'm happy you found it

but how do I know
you haven't stolen the money?

That you haven't set
this whole thing up?

I'm very sorry about Frankie

but...

There's no proof it was murder.

Perhaps all this
was a coincidence.

What, so somebody
just chanced on

the £20,000 in Frankie's pocket?

I have to go home to my husband.

What the hell are you two doing?
We're leaving.

No. We've got two corpses
and one air raid.

You're not going anywhere.

A heart attack and an accident
are not reasons to keep me here.

If I want to risk
getting blown up, I will.

- We're leaving.
- No. You're not.

What are you going to do?

Shoot me?
I'll fucking shoot you.

I'll shoot anyone who doesn't
follow fucking instructions.

Say one more thing.

Please.

Did you hear about the grenadier
who lost

the left side of
his body in an explosion?

He's alright now.

That's very good.

My nephew...

Has killed 37 German pilots.

He's the worst mechanic
the luftwaffe ever had.

Will you at least go

and find out if the air raid's over?

We haven't heard anything for a while.

We'd all like to leave.

Yes, so would I.

It could be dangerous up there.
If you don't want to go...

- I will.
- The only thing

I don't want to do
is leave you lot alone.

I'll go with you.

It'd be quicker with two.

Maltese falcon can be left in charge.

OK.

Anyone tries any funny business...

Feel free to forget
your own strength.

- Shocking.
- I know.

Shall we take a seat?

- Mind if we join you?
- Absolutely not.

Thank you.

I thought she was going to shoot you.

She was just trying to scare me.

Have you ever had
a gun pointed at you before?

Not with intent.

Take it from me...

Your friend's joke
just saved your life.

You should be more careful.

People can be unpredictable.

Well, at least you got
your manuscript back.

While we wait...

- Why not tell us the story?
- Mm, yes!

You said it was about someone

who thinks
they can get away with murder.

- Sounds very exciting.
- It's not.

But your books are
always so clever.

This one isn't.

Surprising?

Well, why bother writing it, then?

The Americans stopped
paying royalties

and the revenue
think I'm a thief.

I need the money.

I did a children's party once.

A seven-year-old rode me
like a donkey

into the swimming pool.
Oh, darling.

Segrave's fault. Bastard.

You must care a little bit.

You could have written about
something else.

A book about the war.

That would sell like hot cakes.

And remind everyone about
our present horrors?

How about a spy story?

I finished one of those last year.

Hasn't been published.

They're worried it won't sell.
Why not test it on us?

I don't test my novels.

A spy story makes sense.

You must meet all sorts
of interesting people.

You must know all sorts of secrets.

The only secret I know

is how to sell a million books
and not have any money.

It's no closer, but just as bad.

Almost makes me want to tell
the conscription board

my real age.

I'm going to check on
the prisoner.

Would anyone like to play
yet more cards?

- Yes, please.
- Yes.

Why not?

How about a game of shark?

I don't know that.

Couldn't we just
make a dash for it?

Even if we escape the mad PC

it's like an irishman's wedding up there.

Are you going to deal, darling?

Thank you.

For what?

I'm told you just saved my life.

Yeah.

Gotta protect my investment.

At this rate, you won't get
much of a return.

You ever failed to get
what you want?

I'm quite persistent.

Which is why I'm confident.

You'll get your twenty grand,
I'll get my commission.

We met for a few days
14 years ago.

I don't know anything about you.

Yeah, my story's different.

It's a potboiler.

Do what I have to to survive.

I've written a few potboilers.

Do you know what defines them?

They always make money.

They never let you down.

Yeah, don't speak too soon.

He laughs don't worry.

It's the Italian.

The only people he can kill
are already dead.

It isn't Eli.

It must be,
he had the manuscript.

When was the last time
you met someone

who could write better english
than they spoke?

Please don't lose it again.

What, what are you doing?

The man who wrote this
is tied up in there

sleeping it off.

Thanks for the evidence.

Does it occur to you that
perfect spelling and grammar

might not be his strong point?

- She's smarter than us.
- Suppose that might be true.

- About the grammar.
- Ifitis...

Eli didn't steal the manuscript

and the murderer is free
to kill again.

Unless our Italian is faking it.

He's probably from stepney.

People aren't always
what they seem, Mrs Christie.

Eli obviously isn't
as illiterate as he makes out.

- You said sleeping.
- You what?

You said Eli was sleeping it off.

Eli?

She gasps oh, my...

When you said you were going to
check on the prisoner

did you mean the kind of check

that might spot
he looked like king Harold?

No, I had no idea.
I didn't know.

His head's been
used as a pincushion.

We should tell the others.
Do you think I did this?

No.

No, I didn't touch that knife.
I promise.

Someone, someone's taken it
from me pocket.

No...

It wasn't me, I swear.

What we gonna do?

You are going to go back out there

and tell everyone what's happened.

No, I can't, that's...

No, it's too much.

Once everybody's aware
of the situation

we'll wait for
the all-clear to sound.

At that point,
you will go and get help.

Why don't you just
give the killer what he wants?

They're just words.

They're my words.

I won't give them up
to a murderer.

Go check for clues or something.

Piss off over there!

As much as I hate to admit it,
she might be right.

We could hand it over
and go home.

I can't give him up for nothing.
Poirot?

Perhaps you're more attached
to him than you admit.

I'm not!
I just have to get paid.

- He owes me.
- He's not real.

Is there anyone in your life

who's been around 20 years
and not fucked you over?

Come back.

Time to start pretending
you're in charge.

Don't think you'll find it too hard.

You need to come with us.

- Why?
- I want everyone together.

I wish to be on my own.

I will not leave ms yuhuan.

- You'll want to hear this.
- Rummy.

Oh, blast.

You've got four kings.

Where did you get these cards?

That Italian bugger.
It's a miracle I won anything.

Can I have everyone's attention?

Are we finally being allowed
to leave?

There's a situation
in the other room.

Please don't tell me
you've allowed him to escape.

He's dead. Stabbed in the eye
with his own knife.

They're demanding Mrs Christie
hand over the manuscript

or more people die.

I was looking forward
to this mystery playing out

but given the change
of circumstances...

We're leaving.

We've been through this before.

Don't make me
lock you up as well.

I've killed five people.

Three of them on purpose.

My current duties

allow me to shoot first
and ask questions never.

Would you mind
if I came with you?

More the merrier.

- I will come also.
- Us too.

As the French might say
as they laid down their arms

"e ait acc om pli."

You some sort of war hero?

I've had my moments.

You're not a man
that scares easy.

Some people are born
without sexual organs

I was born without fear.

So you wouldn't think twice
about hunting down the person

that's caused us
all this trouble?

You can't hunt a ghost.

That's just what I was thinking.

Anyone here believe in ghosts?

I once saw the head
of a Japanese woman

floating towards me.

I was on the loo in...
If you have a point

just make it.
- Well...

Two people have been murdered.

No one's seen anything.

So it must be a ghost.

- There's someone else here.
- Of course.

All this time.
That does explain everything.

Maybe.
It's all rather frightening.

What are we going to do?
Well, we've got two guns

and a couple of killers.

Seems to me
we should find the bastard

and return the lady's money.

We'll search room by room.
I won't leave ms yuhuan.

- I will come with you.
- It is too dangerous.

- They need your help.
- I'll look after her.

Given I'm the brains
in this operation

I should stay behind
the front lines.

Besides, someone needs to be here

in case our uninvited guest
makes a run for it.

I'm sure you know
how to use this.

If you don't go, I will.

- We'll start over there.
- OK.

Why don't you accompany your gun?

- I'm staying here.
- Scared?

Don't trust you.

Don't worry, I'll keep you safe.

- I'm coming.
- Me too.

Stop. We need something
to protect ourselves.

That's for you, and for you.

And... yes.

Mrs Christie.

I think this one's yours.

Thank you, my dear,
but I'd likely hurt myself.

Very well.

OK.

No one make a sound.

And now we have
the psychological advantage.

Give me your gun.

You have only fired six shots.

I always save
the last round for myself.

Come on, man, hurry up.
Give it to me.

Try not to die like a dog!

We could always set fire to
the furniture and smoke him out.

Or maybe he isn't here.

He must be on the other side.

Probably wondering if there's
anyone left to blackmail.

- We should go.
- Yes.

Yes, the others might well be
worried about us.

I don't know what happened.

Oh, god.

- He's alive.
- She's dead.

God.

What you doing?

Trying to help you.

Give me the gun.
Who are you going to shoot?

You, if you do not
give me the gun.

Revenge is a dish
best served by professionals.

Give me the gun
or I'll snap your neck!

Don't you think it's time
you intervened?

All I care about is that
no one else gets hurt.

I know you're investigating me.

I'll do anything you want,
just help us!

What are you suggesting?

Someone has to stop this madness.

And then I can do
what the killer wants

deliver the deed
and the manuscript.

About bloody time,
I nearly died for twenty grand.

Who in god's name are you?

Someone who knows
the palace relies on you

for their evacuation plans

and would take a dim view of
your extracurricular activities.

We're being bombed, not invaded.

Let's hope king George
feels like that

and that the Germans haven't
landed at ramsgate.

Bertie's probably loaded for bears

and listening to jelly roll Morton.

Why should I take
any notice of you?

Because if you don't

you'll spend the rest of the war

making furniture
in an internment camp.

Are you alright?

Have I died and gone to heaven?

No.

St Peter has standards.

- No, don't move.
- No, I have to.

I challenged her to
a game of snap and then...

My world went dark.

I'm sorry, I...

I don't remember anything.

It doesn't matter.
It is my fault.

You didn't kill anyone.

He's going to get away with it.

He bloody well isn't.
We'll make sure of that.

Before I deliver the manuscript

will you check
it's safe up there?

I don't want to complicate
things by getting blown up.

- Scared?
- Yes.

But also keen not to make
any further mistakes.

OK.

But I want me gun back.

Did you tell PC O'Hanauer

how much Frankie was paying
for our manuscript?

Of course I didn't.

I don't think jun would have
said anything, or Rocco.

You don't think...

well, I don't know.

Well, she doesn't come across
as a master criminal.

What are we gonna do?

Tell the tax inspectors.
Tax inspectors, my arse.

Well, whoever does
the revenue's dirty work.

Either way, they're the closest
thing we have to authority.

Unless they're the ones
trying to blackmail you.

I trust them.

And what were you saying
about your trust issues?

- Well, we have to trust someone.
- Yes.

Each other.

It's time for you to do
what you suggested.

Give up the manuscript
and the deed.

Once we're out of here

someone else can catch
the killer and get it back.

All quiet on the western front.

Ils the air raid over?

No idea.
Didn't you hear anything?

I didn't hear the all-clear.

- We certainly can't trust her.
- I know.

I've got a plan.

I'm coming with you.

- Or not.
- Don't worry.

I'll make sure
she delivers the goods.

I'l come too.

- Fine.
- Good.

Because it's not your decision.

And in god's name,
find out if we can leave.

Please.

On you go.

It must be over.

Is something wrong?

What you doing?

Checking nothing's on fire.
Well, don't.

- Why not?
- Because I said so.

What part of
our previous conversation

do you not understand?

Stop that.

Stop that!

Stop what?

Qi! Come back.

Where's the deed?

- It's here.
- Sign it.

I intend to.

Sign it now.

Get behind the bar.

What you waiting for?

You haven't thought this through.

What's there to think about?

Sign it, or I'll shoot ya.

That's the problem.

If you shoot me,
I can't sign it.

I'll shoot her.

Which is also not a great idea.

If you shoot her,
we don't have a witness.

For what?

My signature has to be witnessed.

You tricked me.

How so?

With correct legal process?

I've killed people.

I know.

I'll kill you.
So you keep saying. But...

It wouldn't make any sense.

You're right.

I'm not supposed to shoot ya.

But I don't care.

Thought I'd missed.

You alright?

- Are we safe?
- Yes.

Did you...

Is she...

I told you it was her.

- The air raid?
- It's over.

So we can leave.

As much as I hate to admit it,
it's probably for the best.

Then you owe me
fifty quid and a gun.

You got change of a thousand?

I'm assuming you're good for it.

He gave me two to one on dying.

You bet against yourself?

It was the best way of
making sure it didn't happen.

You can send it to my barracks.

Those two know the address.

No one's going to believe me.

That's because
you're not going to tell them.

Come on, darling.
Ad usum delfini.

Wonderful meeting you all.

Huge fan.

God, he is such a wanker.

I quite like him.

So what now?

I ask you a question.

In private.

How much trouble am I in?

That depends.

Tell me what you know
about bletchley park.

Bletchley?

The reason your spy novel
hasn't been published

is because we have it.

You do?

We're trying to ascertain
if its author

has intimate knowledge
of a classified project.

I, I thought you were
glorified tax inspectors.

We're government employees

concerned with safekeeping

matters essential to the war effort.

You're spies?

We're representatives
of the security services.

And you think that...

I'm in possession of state secrets?

Are you?

She laughs no. No, good lord!

No, I have...

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

If you cooperate...

I can make all this go away.

Can you take away my debts

placate the IRS
and the inland revenue

then force the Americans to
start paying my royalties again?

All I'm trying to do
is earn a living.

Whatever you think I've done...

I haven't.

Everything that
I've ever written

is just a figment
of my imagination.

She laughs
you've quite an imagination.

Yes, it's a curse.

I can see.

You've left us with
quite a mess to clean up.

Oh, well...

Can I do anything to help?

Go home, keep quiet

and if you ever get the call, remember...

You owe us.

Aren't you forgetting something?

The £20,000 in your pocket?

Caught red-handed.

Can I?

Be my guest.

Wiping Gore off
another man's face

doesn't break
any wedding vows, you know.

Thank you.

You saved my life.

Again.

I'm going to do something
in return.

If I'm not mistaken,
Rocco's still downstairs.

Yeah, um...

I think he's taken it badly.

See if you can
persuade him up here.

We need a withess.

For the deed.

Once you've sold the manuscript,
you can give me a commission.

I don't know what to say.

"Thank you"?

Thank you.

Go on. Just hurry up.

Our two spies won't be happy

if we're still here
when the police arrive.

And take that off.

Rocco won't want to be reminded.

Rocco?

Rocco?

What are you doing?

Looking for you.

What are you doing?

I am giving jun and Frankie
some dignity in death.

Did you shoot someone?

It was that PC all along.

She killed jun and Frankie?

Yeah.

She's dead?

Body's upstairs.

But, look, we need to leave
before the real police arrive.

I'm staying here.

That's a terrible idea.

God knows what you'll be blamed for.

I don't care.

It's how it should be.

What about the money?
What money?

Well, your money.

Frankie's money.

What about it?
I've got no claim to it.

Well, someone needs to see
it goes to the right person.

Maybe jun has a daughter.

I hadn't thought about that.

Sign on the line.
Address and name underneath.

Thank you.

I'm going to get
a few things from upstairs.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

You're not having my bag.

Just like that.

Not quite.

You were right.

I've changed my mind.

Hold that thought.
What are you doing?

Well, if you're gonna start drinking

it'd be a crime to open
your account with that.

Here. See if you can find
some soda water.

Will this do?

- It won't kill ya!
- It might.

We all end up dead.

Just a question of how and why.

And whether we are drunk
at the time.

Cheers.

Second thoughts. I...

I can't break
the habit of a lifetime

no, go on. Come on.

Sorry.

I can't change your mind?

You know how stubborn I am.

Ain't that the truth.

I understand the money
and the manuscript, but...

Why do you want to kill me?

Did I do something,
all those years ago?

Too clever for your own good.
Is that the point?

You want to punish me?

You think too much.

What's more valuable than
the last ever Poirot novel?

Your last ever book.

Was it the fingerprint?

I decided last minute
to write you that message.

Before you gave the envelope
to PC O'Hanauer.

She really is a copper, you know.

I wondered.

Nicked me for looting, but...

Easily corruptible.

Well, she must have trusted you.

She loved me.

People are stupid.

Up to a point.

Once I'd acknowledged
the awful possibility

that you'd planned
the whole thing

the truth was quick to unravel.

Even then, I wanted you
to come up those stairs...

What have you...
And prove me wrong.

Two pockets, two flasks.

I just swapped them.

After you poisoned Frankie

you made a show of
offering us a drink.

Like the writing in the blood,
you wanted to be clever.

You overthought it.

Your insecurities undid you.

Like all of us.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe you.

I'm sorry.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

How could I kill
the only thing in life

I can truly rely upon?