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- Be quiet, Bob.

- Wretched creature. Games at all hours.

Put him in his basket before he wakes the whole house.

- Put it there.

Non, non, non, non! Monsieur, c'est ma valise!

She and I have traveled together the world.

- Accident, I think, Poirot.

- No, Hastings, it is a lack of care.

I will not see an old friend used so roughly.

Put that there.

You see, Hastings, there's just no pride in the work.

- Look, Poirot, if we don't buck up,

we're gonna miss Charlie's attempt at the world record.

- Alors, vite, mon ami. Vite.

- You see?

You tick off the porter, and we miss the boat.

- Do not blame yourself, Hastings.

- Oh, no. Now what are we going to do?

Charlie starts in half an hour.

- All is not lost, mon ami.

Excusez-moi, monsieur. This is an emergency.

We are foreign observers at the record attempt.

If you please, could you take us to the Motor Boat Club?

Hastings!

- Just think, in a few minutes time,

old Charlie could become

the fastest man in the world on water.

- And after the record, it has been broken,

a few days for us, Hastings,

of the good food, the good wine, and a little...

Peace.

- Anyway, I knew there was a mistake with the speedometer

when, at 80 miles an hour,

this duck flew past me flying in the same direction.

- Charlie!

- Battler, my dear old fellow!

I'm so glad you could make it!

- We thought we were gonna miss the main event,

but if you're still here...

- That's right, old boy. They won't go without me.

- May I introduce-- - Ah, this must be him.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're all very honored.

I'd like you to meet Hercule Poirot.

- Not the Hercule Poirot?

- Are there others, mademoiselle?

- My sister, Theresa.

And this is, um-- oh, to hell with it.

You're bound to meet them over the weekend anyhow.

- They're just your sort, Mr. Poirot--

villains, the lot of them.

- I think you'll find it's nearly time, sir.

- Oh, hell. Yes.

You all got 15 minutes to find a ringside seat.

Look after these two, will you, Theresa?

There's a good chap.

- Of course. Walter?

Would you bring their suitcases up to the rooms?

- Certainly, madam.

- And here he is, ladies and gentlemen,

the man we've been waiting for: Mr. Charles Arundel.

Now, as you know, Mr. Arundel is a local lad.

Indeed, his aunt, Mrs. Emily Arundel,

put up the money for this enterprise,

and we're honored to have her with us today.

- Mr. Poirot, I'd like you to meet my aunt.

- Hercule Poirot, Captain Hastings, Emily Arundel.

- Enchant�, madame.

- I didn't know my nephew

had any distinguished friends, Mr. Poirot.

This is Wilhemina Lawson, by the way, my companion.

- Madame.

- I hope they're treating you well here, Mr. Poirot.

I know the food is meant to be excellent, but...

The company...

- Well, they are excited, madame.

And after the world record, it has been broken,

they will part and go away.

- Yes, yes, all right, I know.

He wants me to introduce you. May I present Bob?

Enchant�.

Would you care to dine with us tonight, Mr. Poirot?

Just a family dinner.

- Mr. Arundel faces a daunting task.

He's gonna cross the measured mile

in under 29.58 seconds

to beat the current record held by Commodore Wood.

However, conditions today are perfect,

and Mr. Arundel told me himself

he's confident that his craft, the Spirit of Arundel,

is fighting fit and ready to go.

- There she is!

- Oh, there they are! - Hello, Aunt Emily!

- Hello, children. Careful.

- Hello. How are you?

- I'm well. I'm well.

- My other niece and her husband, Mr. Poirot.

Bella and Jacob Tanios.

Jacob teaches medicine here,

but, sadly, they're leaving us.

Why is your papa taking you back to Greece?

I'm gonna miss you.

- Emily, they have closed my department at the university.

- But, Emily--

- Is Charles fully prepared, do we know?

Or is it time for a wing and a prayer?

- Charles will be absolutely fine.

He's always had the luck of the devil.

- Certainly they're well-acquainted.

- Emily? - What is it, Minnie?

- It's 2:00, dear. It's time.

- Oh, give them to me, then.

- Would you care to see the boat, Mr. Poirot?

- Hmm? - Oh, I certainly would.

- Oh, good. You too, children, come on.

- Yes, come on!

- When did John Grainger

last give you a thorough checkup, Emily?

- Why? Do I look ill?

- Far from it.

Which leads me to ask

why you take these useless liver capsules.

- I think that's Emily's business, Dr. Tanios.

Not yours.

- Pray silence for the mayor of Keswick.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm sure you'd all like to join me

in wishing Charles Arundel the very best

as he prepares to make his bid

for the world's water speed record.

- Godspeed, sir. Godspeed, and good luck.

- Here's for the record!

- Break the record, Uncle Charles!

- We know you can do it!

- We'll never manage it. - We must try!

- There! That's him, honey.

- Oh, honey, quick, come on.

- Mr. Poirot! - Mr. Poirot!

- Oh, God. It's Dotty and Batty.

Take no notice of them, Mr. Poirot.

- Poirot, you may think we're odd.

People do, you know?

- But we are the Tripp sisters.

- Oh, now, that isn't what's odd.

- You must stop that boat.

- I, madame? Mais pour quoi?

- Because something dreadful is about to happen.

We came as quickly as we could.

We had a message at lunchtime from the general.

- Aunt Emily's father. Dead, 30 years or more.

- Not dead, just living in another place.

He sent us to you.

- But how did you-- he know Poirot was coming here?

- Bush telegraph's superb in these parts.

- He saw water

and blood leeching into it,

out there on the lake.

- A crime?

- A force of darkness.

You've got to stop it.

- But I can do nothing, madame.

It is not in my power.

- He's started his run-up.

Charles Arundel is entering the measured mile

now.

Five seconds.

15 seconds.

- Oh, come on, come on, come on.

- 20 seconds.

- No, no. - Oh, my God!

- He is safe, mademoiselle.

Your brother, he is safe.

- Until the next time.

- Hello, Bob. Yes, yes, very brave of you.

Now, calm down now.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Allow me, Hastings.

Dog, you will sit!

Bon. You are very clever.

Bon. Merci.

- Good.

- A welcome most warm indeed

from Monsieur Bob, Madame Wilhemina.

- May I introduce Dr. Grainger, an old friend of family.

- Monsieur le docteur. - Good to meet you, Poirot.

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

- Welcome to Littlegreen House, gentlemen.

- Merci.

- Bob would like to show you something.

- C'est magnifique, �a!

Hastings, what make of dog is this?

- A fox terrier.

- No, Charles, I will not give you more money.

That boat has already cost me a small fortune.

- Now, look here, Aunt Em,

I'd do anything to keep this project alive,

and I won't allow anybody, not even you,

to stand in my way.

Good evening, gentlemen.

A family discussion-- we have them all the time.

Oh, and by the way, if you're in the market

for a burned-out speedboat,

you'll find one in the boathouse.

- Ah, good evening, gentlemen.

This was supposed to be a celebration,

but I fear it may prove more of a wake.

- Non, non, monsieur le docteur.

It is the hot needle in the joints,

not the hot coals within the flesh.

Here, between the fingers. You see?

- Touch of rheumatism, I should think.

Why not ask your doctor to look you over?

- No, but if I ask, he will find,

and suppose there is nothing there?

- Then he won't find.

- But if he does not find,

how can I be sure that he has looked?

- Is it time, Isabel?

Silence, silence. A visitation.

- Welcome, friend.

Welcome.

I...

General Julius Arundel,

bring messages from the other side.

Where is Hercule?

I must speak with Hercule.

- Madame?

- The message is from M.P.

There is an M.P. in your life, Hercule?

- Oui. Marie Poirot.

She was my grandmother.

- He says you have been lucky,

but luck seldom strikes twice at the same door.

This afternoon, down by the lake,

the danger receded, yes,

but only to gather its strength.

I see it move on

and find its mark in...

Emily!

- Why I put up with this nonsense, I shall never know.

- What the devil is she saying?

- It is Greek.

She says you have all been warned.

- I just wondered if you were having trouble sleeping.

- And so you awaken me to inquire?

That is friendship indeed, Hastings.

- I'm sorry, Poirot. It was that business at dinner.

The general hauling out your granny like that.

I mean, how did he know?

- Regarde, mon ami.

There is a J.H. in your family past?

- Yes. My uncle Jack.

What does he say?

- He says you are to go back to your room

and leave me in peace.

- Right.

That's amazing, Poirot.

- Alas, it is guesswork, mon ami.

It would be strange not to find a James, a John, or a Jack

in an English family.

So it is in Belgium, with M for Marie.

- Yes, yes, I suppose so.

But what about those evil forces?

- They are in the mind of Isabel Tripp, mon ami,

and nowhere else.

And yet...

And yet, there is no smoke without a fire.

- Oh!

- What is it?

- What's happened?

- Oh, my God. Go and get your father.

Go on, quickly.

- Father, wake up! - Aunty?

- What the hell is going on?

Is there some party or something?

Oh, God!

- Charles...

- Aunt Emily? Aunty?

Aunty?

- Don't touch her!

- Stay here, children.

- Shh!

- Alexis!

- She's not dead, is she?

- She's alive. - Look at this!

- Bob's ball.

She must have stood on it and lost her balance.

- Oh, Mr. Poirot, thank you so very much for coming.

Emily has been asking for you.

- I keep going over it in my mind, Mr. Poirot.

I mean, did I step on Bob's ball?

It is unlike him to leave it there.

- Perhaps it is not animals that trouble you, madame,

but also the human beings--

both alive and dead, perhaps.

- You don't mean Isabel Tripp could be right, surely,

and I'm really in danger?

- Alas, it is possible, madame.

- Then it can only be for my money.

What would you do, Mr. Poirot, in my position?

- Had I the family who would be to gain from my death?

Et bien.

I would make a new will, without delay,

leaving all to a good friend that I could trust.

- And would you tell this friend?

- Non, non, non, pas du tout.

But I would tell to all those named in the old will

that they were in it no longer.

- Wouldn't that anger them?

- Oui, bien s�r.

But they would make certain that no accident befell me,

hoping that one day I would change my will again

and favor them.

- I like that.

I like that very much, Mr. Poirot.

- Un medicament, docteur?

- Yes, Poirot. Exprotin for Emily's liver.

- Perhaps for that she has the capsules?

- Gimmicks from a local herbalist.

I've thrown them away.

Good morning, Emily.

I brought you your medicine.

- Mr. Poirot, I'd like a word with you in private.

- In the garden, perhaps, Madame Tanios?

- No, no, it's too risky.

I'll call on you at teatime at the Motor Boat Club.

- This Monsieur Wordsworth, the poet of these parts,

he annoys me, Hastings.

Clearly he is a slave to depression,

but you know what cheers him, mon ami?

A good wine? A large beefsteak?

The company of a woman most enchanting?

No. A daffodil.

Ouais.

"Beside the lake, beneath the trees"--

- "Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."

- There. Over there, madam.

- Thank you.

- Good afternoon, madame.

- I'll not beat about the bush, Mr. Poirot.

Charles and Theresa, they've been scrounging money

off Aunt Emily for years.

And just lately, she's begun to say no,

and quite right too.

- Please do calm yourself and sit down, madame.

- Thank you.

That fall was no accident, Mr. Poirot.

She was pushed by one of them. I know it!

But if my husband knew I was accusing them, he--

he'd...

- You fear him, madame?

- No, no, forgive me. I am safe here, at least.

- Why here?

- People like Jacob aren't welcome

at the Motor Boat Club, Captain, if you get my drift.

- Comment?

- He's different. Foreign.

- Mais moi aussi.

- Yes, but you're famous, Mr. Poirot.

However safe or not,

I'd rather we kept this meeting to ourselves.

- Of course, madame.

- Hello, Aunty. - Morning, Aunt!

- Isn't it glorious? - Oh, what a lovely day.

The roses are looking perfect.

- Three visits in as many days.

I am honored.

- Oh, you are looking so much better, Aunt Em.

- The result, perhaps, of changing my will.

Good heavens.

I never thought to see you both lost for words.

- You've changed your will?

- Yes, dear, I am cutting my family off without a penny.

- But if we don't inherit, who the hell does?

- Why do you want to do a thing like that?

What have we done to you anyhow?

- You threatened me, Charles.

"I won't allow anyone to stand in my way," remember?

- Oh, that wasn't a threat. It was a joke.

- But what about the silver service you promised me?

Does that go to someone else now?

- And the paintings, Aunt Em?

You always said that one day the paintings would be mine.

- Hello? Littlegreen House.

- Wilhemina, is Emily there?

I would like to speak to her.

- Yes? Jacob.

- I would like us to meet, Emily.

I am worried about you.

- You question all my decisions. - Please.

- I've got it written down.

- Yes, but what kind of--

- Don't question everything I have to say.

Thank you, madam.

- First, you tell me how you are.

- Do you really want to know?

I feel tired, Jacob. And ancient.

Which is why, I suppose, I keep snapping at Minnie,

the one person who stands by me no matter what.

- She knows you don't mean it.

- Well, I never. Look at that.

Love, do you think?

- Let us hope so.

He's a good man, a good doctor.

- You say that in spite of his coldness towards you.

How generous you are.

- I, too, have noticed your weariness, Emily.

I want you to try this.

The recipe has been in my family 200 years.

- Quite new then, for Greeks.

Jacob, do you think someone is trying to kill me?

- Emily, who would do such a thing?

- Mr. Poirot seems to think it's possible.

- Sir?

Mr. Poirot?

There's a gentleman to see you, sir.

He is outside.

- Then ask him to come in.

- Rather not, sir. He is not a member.

- I am not a member.

- It's Dr. Tanios, sir.

- Ah.

And, of course, he is not famous.

Monsieur.

- Why are you frightening Emily, Mr. Poirot?

- When have I done such a thing?

- You speak of designs upon her life.

- From duty, monsieur, to warn her.

- Of a fantasy woven by Isabel Tripp.

- I do not speak of a fantasy, monsieur.

I speak of a possible crime against Aunt Emily,

and I am not alone in my fears.

- Who else believes this?

- I merely say that I am not alone.

- But you mention no name, because there is none.

Very well, in the interest of my family

and their peace of mind,

please do not speak to Emily again.

- I don't like him either, Poirot.

- Quite so.

If you please, Hastings, ask a steward to fetch our hats.

- Where are we going?

- Littlegreen House.

- Thank you, dear.

- I'm sorry, dear.

- Forgive me.

It's been a long day.

- But you look better than you have for weeks.

Doesn't she look well, Julia?

- Oh, yes, dear.

- Why does everyone lie to me?

I look dreadful.

Wilhemina, in my bag, there's a bottle.

Pass it to me.

- Not your liver capsules, dear?

- If I'd meant liver capsules, I should have said so.

The bottle.

Jacob gave it to me earlier today.

It's his own preparation.

- You're not going to take it, surely.

It could be Greek.

- I don't care if it hails from the Moon.

I need some air.

- Yes, that will help too.

It's a lovely evening.

- Leave me alone, Minnie, for heaven's sake!

- All I've ever tried to do for Emily is my best.

- She knows that, dear. Deep down, she knows it.

- Oh, yes. You've been an absolute saint.

- Don't be afraid, dear.

It's her spirit,

reaching out to the ethers.

- You mean... dying?

- She is crossing over, even as we look at her.

Oh, what an adventure!

- Emily! Emily!

- Don't worry, my dear.

Hello, Bob.

- Qu'est-ce que c'est, Monsieur Bob?

Vite, Hastings.

- Emily. Emily.

- If you please, madame.

- Mr. Poirot, what's happening?

Is she all right?

- No, madame.

She is dead.

- Oh!

- Just once more I beg of you, Sergeant Keeley,

get the coroner to order a postmortem

on the body of Emily Arundel.

- I'm sorry, sir.

We treat our dead with respect in these parts,

especially the good souls like Mrs. Arundel.

- But her death, monsieur,

there are questions that need answers.

Evidence may be buried with her.

- I've got the only evidence I need:

the death certificate,

that says she died of liver failure.

So amen to that.

- "For He knoweth whereof we are made;

"He rembereth that we are but dust.

"The days of man are but His grass,

"for He flourisheth as a flower of the field,

"for as soon as the wind goeth over it, it is gone,

"and the place thereof shall know it no more.

"But the merciful goodness of the Lord

"endureth forever and ever upon them that fear Him,

and His righteousness upon His children's children."

- Nice of you to come, Mr. Poirot.

She wasn't a bad old stick.

- I wish I'd told her that, you know?

Never did.

- "And it is certain we can carry nothing out.

"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord."

- Pauvre chien.

Through all, you greet your visitors

with agitating of the tail, huh?

But not today.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

Mrs. Arundel's solicitor has asked me to read the will,

since I am its executor.

It's a simple document, dated the 10th of this month.

It leaves everything Emily owned to Wilhemina Lawson.

- No.

No, she mustn't!

- The family gets nothing, John?

- No.

- Monsieur le docteur,

I should like to know, if you please,

who benefitted from the old will.

- Everyone in the room, in some measure,

most for a few hundred pounds.

Charles, Theresa, and Bella would have had the lion's share.

Why?

- I believe that she was murdered, monsieur.

- And by whom, I wonder?

Oh, don't think we haven't noticed

you two huddled into corners,

plotting and planning like a couple of children.

- Oh, don't blame them. Blame our little Belgian friend.

He's the one who got her to change her damn will!

- Emily died of liver failure.

- And you helped her on her way

by throwing out those liver capsules.

- They were useless--

the triumph of advertising over good medical sense.

- I know of at least one attempt upon her life.

Could I have saved her?

That is a question that will follow me to my grave.

If you please to come.

The morning after the fall of Emily Arundel,

I paid a visit,

and I observed in the skirting

a screw eye,

to which a string or cord might be attached

and stretched across to the banister.

- Like a trip wire, you mean?

- Precisement.

- Oh, do go on, Mr. Poirot.

It sounds absolutely damning.

- Proof positive, I'd say.

- But this murderer makes mistakes.

The first of which was to remove the screw eye,

because now I know it was important.

- What exactly do you do up here, Charlie?

- Hadn't you noticed, Battler?

I drive boats, fast.

- Yes, but I mean, you know, what do you do?

- Well, up until Aunt Em died,

I was a sort of investment advisor.

- That sounds interesting. - Hmm.

I advised, and she invested, in me.

Until she spoiled it all by changing her damn will.

For which, Monsieur Poirot, merci beaucoup.

- Well, he only did what he thought was right.

- Did he?

- Again and again I ask myself, Hastings.

The advice that I gave to her to change her will,

was it was good, or was it bad?

Could I have prevented her death?

- Or if Grainger's right and it was liver failure,

no, you couldn't.

- And what is the cause of liver failure, Hastings?

- Old age.

- And I say that she was murdered.

Never, in all my years, has a little detail so vexed me.

The motive, Hastings.

Maybe if she was murdered before the changing of the will,

I could understand--

"Let us kill her quickly, then we can inherit."

But after...

Who will benefit?

- Could it have been revenge?

- Excuse me, sir.

A lady and a gentleman wish to see you in the lounge.

They have a dog with them.

- A fox terrier, perhaps?

- And you don't really have any control over--

Come here!

- Damn dog!

No idea how to conduct himself in public.

- It's his way of showing his grief.

Oh, Bob, please behave!

- Bob, you will sit!

Voil�.

Hastings.

- Odd request, Poirot.

Wilhemina wants you to question her.

- Mi pour quoi?

- To stop people talking about me.

They will, you know, as if...

Well, as if--

- As if you had killed Aunt Emily Arundel

in order to benefit from her will?

- There you are. You see?

He thinks so too.

But I swear, I didn't know I'd inherit her money.

- No one knew, madame.

I myself advised this.

- Nevertheless, Poirot, we've had one or two ideas.

Tell him what you told me, my dear.

- It was just that you were saying

that someone had tried to kill Emily.

And now with her dying,

well, the night before the accident,

Bob woke me, wanting to play.

Be quiet, Bob.

There was someone on the landing with him.

I told them to put him in his basket.

Put him in his basket before he wakes the whole house.

I didn't see the face,

but on the dressing gown, there was this monogram

in gold embroidery,

the initials T.A.

- Theresa Arundel. But surely not.

- I'm frightened, Mr. Poirot.

I might be next.

- Your fears are easy to overcome, madame.

Give your inheritance

to all those named in the first will.

- Oh.

But surely that would be going against Emily's wishes.

- Perhaps.

- Come, my dear.

I think we've given Mr. Poirot enough food for thought.

- One more thing, Mr. Poirot.

- Madame? - It's Bob.

He doesn't like living with me.

You, on the other hand, seem just his sort of person.

- No, madame, I could not. The responsibility...

- Otherwise, it's curtains for him, I'm afraid, Poirot.

- The walking of the dog before breakfast?

Non, mon ami.

The routine of Bob is not the routine of Poirot.

- A bit more exercise will do you a power of good, Poirot.

- But you yourself are a keen walker, Hastings.

- Yes, I am. - Well, then?

- No, Poirot, Bob is not moving in with me.

Good morning. - Hello.

- Bonjour, mademoiselle.

- I've been meaning to do that for six months.

The rain last night rather forced my hand.

- Mademoiselle, this may seem to you

a question that is most strange,

but do you have in your possession

a dressing gown on which are the initials T.A.?

- Somewhere, yes,

but, quite frankly, I wouldn't be seen dead in it.

- Comment?

- I bought it before they were all the rage,

and now everyone's got them, men and women.

Why?

- Wilhemina Lawson saw a person wearing it

on the night before the accident,

and it has made her fearful for her safety,

but sadly not enough to give back her money.

- Well, I got my solicitor working on that.

With any luck, he'll revoke the new will,

and I'll be able to afford a decent place to live in.

- Oh, Mr. Poirot, there's a telephone call for you.

Will you take it here, sir?

- Oui. Who wishes to speak with me?

- Miss Emily Arundel, sir.

- She is dead, mon ami.

- You'll have to take that up with her yourself, sir.

- Hercule Poirot is here.

- Mr. Poirot, this is so thrilling.

Isabel is in touch with Emily

at this very moment.

- Then please to convey to her my kind regards.

- She just whisked in from the ethers

over our second cup of tea.

She's dying to speak to you. Shall I put her on?

- Non, non, non, non!

Just take a message, and I will call on you later.

Merci.

- Emily knows you blame yourself for her crossing over,

and she says it's very silly.

- And she wants to put your mind at rest.

She said, "Why don't we hold a s�ance

and invite all your suspects?"

- All the people you think

may have eased her path into the next world.

- Then, when they're all gathered,

Emily, through Isabel,

will point out the one responsible.

What do you say, Mr. Poirot?

- I think it is an idea most splendid.

Name for me, if you please, a day for this s�ance.

- Oh, shall we say Friday night? 8:00?

We'll have some food and drink, make a proper occasion of it.

- Friday at 8:00. Exc�lent.

- You will make sure Dr. Tanios is at the s�ance, won't you?

- Oh, oui.

- They're going back to Greece pretty soon.

- But not until Friday.

And besides, madame, a move of house,

even to another country, is not a cause for murder.

I myself am the living proof.

- Then the bottle of medicine Jacob gave Emily,

which she took some of the night she went,

will be of no interest to you?

- Au contraire, madame.

It interests me a great deal.

Where is this bottle now?

- Mademoiselle Sarah, at this present time,

I am interested in the medicine cabinet.

Is there one in the house?

- In the upstairs bathroom, sir.

- May I see it? - Follow me.

- Yes.

Every time the catch, and not once does he drop,

and then the ball, he takes back to his basket.

Does not this fox terrier amaze you, Hastings?

- Well, to be honest, Poirot,

I'm beginning to find his repertoire a touch limited.

- Liver capsules?

Dr. Grainger said he threw these away, did he not?

- Threw the ones he could find away.

She had others-- always a box on the go.

- Doctor Jacob Tanios, Hope Cottage, Hawkshead.

Good Lord!

Smells absolutely lethal, Poirot.

- Oui.

And as the sisters Tripp have said, some has been taken.

- You know, this s�ance of theirs,

what makes you think everyone's going to turn up?

- Because he or she who does not, Hastings,

will surely prove that they have something to hide.

- Forgive me, Monsieur Poirot, but as a man of method,

surely you cannot believe in a s�ance.

- Non, non, monsieur.

I myself do not believe, but I believe that others believe,

and therefore I will use it.

- It's a golden opportunity, if you ask me,

for the Tripp sisters to accuse people they don't like.

- But nevertheless, madame, you yourself will be present?

- We shall see.

- And you, monsieur?

I believe that it is soon that you are to leave England.

May I ask why?

- Because in Greece, I can practice medicine.

- You could practice it here

if so-called friends would let you.

- Bella, John Grainger can't help

what his patients believe.

- Huh, they believe that because your husband,

he's a foreigner, that he is the devil himself, huh?

- Yes.

- A concoction of your own, I believe.

- An extraction of herbs,

providing many vitamins and minerals.

A "pick-me-up," they say in this country.

- Which you gave to Aunt Emily Arundel.

If you please to take some?

- You're a man who plays games, Mr. Poirot.

No, I will not take.

- Mais pour quoi pas?

It is, as you said, a pick-me-up, not a put-me-down.

- Yes, why not, Jacob? What's wrong with it?

- Nothing. - Then prove it to us.

- Non, monsieur!

I believe you would have drunk.

But suppose someone else has poisoned it?

She still fears him, Hastings?

- Terrified of him, I'd say.

- I would not say the same.

I would say that she no longer loves him.

My question is: why this is love,

it flies through the window?

- Because of what he is: a murderer.

- Et bien.

Let us see what Scotland Yard

can make of this Tanios medicine.

We shall send it to them by the registered post.

- And in the meantime?

- In the meantime, we make a visit

to your old friend Monsieur Charles.

Monsieur.

- I don't really like people wandering in and out of here.

No offense. Safety.

- In case of another explosion?

- How are the repairs going?

- They'd go much faster

if Aunt Em had stumped up some cash.

Could have hired a proper mechanic.

- I was present, monsieur, on the night that she declined.

- You think I was trying to scare her, don't you?

No idea how tough she was.

- No.

But I do know that revenge, it is sweet.

And you are of a nature most fiery, n'est-ce pas?

As is your sister.

- And, in your book, that makes us murderers?

- In my book, as you say, monsieur,

everyone is a suspect.

And on this Friday evening,

everyone is invited to a party,

including yourself and your sister,

Mademoiselle Theresa.

- A party? Who's throwing it?

- Your aunt, Emily Arundel.

- I, Emily Arundel,

revisit you tonight with a dark purpose.

The evil that my father warned us of

has come to pass.

Where is Dr. Grainger?

- He sent his apologies, Emily.

- These men of science

will never believe.

No matter.

For someone in this room

eased my path into the next world,

isn't that right, Mr. Poirot?

- It is called murder, madame.

- Quite so.

See how they all flinch?

Guilty consciences, Mr. Poirot?

How is your conscience, Wilhemina?

- Good question. - Is that you, Charles?

Always ready to accuse,

to blame the other party for your own shortcomings.

- Oh, what a rot.

- Theresa...

Always defending your little brother,

no matter what his crime.

Bella, dear, why did you marry him?

Why did you marry that dreadful man?

- I have a question, Emily,

just for the record.

Did either Julia or Isabel Tripp

have any hand in your passing?

- No, dear,

but you're wise to ask.

My killer is known to you.

My killer

is in this very room.

See how they look from face to face?

- A name would help, dear.

- His name is...

Robert Arundel.

- Robert Arundel? There's no such person.

- Oh, but there is.

There is Monsieur Bob.

- Charles and Theresa, Bella and Jacob,

even Wilhemina and Dr. Grainger,

I say all are capable of murder, mon ami.

- Quite a list of suspects, Poirot.

- Which is not complete.

You forget the sisters Tripp.

- Oh, those two?

They're batty, yes, but not killers, surely.

- But what is murder but a kind of madness, mon ami.

Sit, Bob!

Good dog.

You are the only one who knows the truth, mon petit.

You know how your mistress died.

You also know, I think, who killed her.

He or she passed you by as they laid the trip wire,

saying to themselves,

"Oh, this is only Bob, a fox terrier.

He cannot speak. I am safe."

Such foolishness, n'est-ce pas?

- But you and I, we know, Bob,

that one does not have to speak in order to tell.

And you will tell to me all, in your own good time.

- Marvelous view from up here, Poirot.

Come and have a look.

- No, we will take your word for it, Hastings.

But now there is work to be done.

First, we restore the good name of Bob.

At the s�ance last night, Bella Tanios was asked

why did she marry that dreadful man,

meaning, of course, her husband, Jacob.

- Odd, really,

because Emily was rather fond of Jacob in this world.

Must have changed her mind since.

- Was it a change of mind, madame,

or was it a mistake?

- Oh, Emily never made mistakes.

- Suppose it was not the spirit of Emily Arundel

that spoke to us.

Suppose it was the subconscious mind of Isabel Tripp.

So then I ask myself, what other mistakes does she make?

Does she perhaps wrongly accuse Robert Arundel?

- But she's a trained medium, Mr. Poirot.

- She is also human, madame.

If you would be so kind as to tell to me, madame,

if I wished to find an item in the house,

such as a screw eye in the skirting,

where would it be kept?

- The boathouse, I suppose. - Ah.

Where Monsieur Charles,

he does not like to welcome the visitors, huh?

- Bob, stop that, please!

- Quel imb�cile!

Ever since we meet this dog,

he tries to tell to me something.

He is the dumb witness, yes,

but he speaks to Poirot with a booming voice.

Tell to me, madame,

after the accident of Emily Arundel,

which little Tanios found the ball?

- Young Katya.

- Upon the landing, n'est-ce pas?

Et bien, always, always after his trick,

Bob returns to his basket this ball.

Et bien, somebody moved it on the night of the fall

to make it seem stood upon.

- You can move it to there in an L shape.

- Theresa, what is it?

- Bella, dear, we came for a chat.

Is Jacob in?

- Yes, come in. - Children, to your rooms.

I said go!

- All right, off you go.

- Jacob. - Charles.

- We'll speak freely,

if that's all right by you, about money.

Money that's rightfully ours,

left to Wilhemina bloody Lawson.

- Theresa's lawyer says that we haven't got a claim,

says that we ought to butter up Wilhemina a bit

so that she might leave us a few quid.

- I've always been nice to her and to Aunt Em.

It's you two that got her back up.

- Look, I say we forget our differences

and forget how she died,

since it makes precious little difference now.

The fact is, she's gone.

- And her estate is left to Wilhemina.

- So we just hand everything over, do we?

To her and her scheming doctor friend?

- John Grainger is a man of honor.

He does not scheme.

- Any fool knows that he and Wilhemina are in this together.

Now, what do you say, Bella?

Oh, for God's sake! What are you looking at him for?

Speak your own mind.

- I just don't see what can be done about it, that's all.

- Theresa has got a plan whereby we might recoup

at least part of it.

- No!

We will not plot and plan with you.

Please, leave my house!

- Very well.

Just don't expect a share in the profits.

Will you?

- Loyalty, Bella.

Loyalty is everything.

- So what can I do for you, Poirot?

- You can tell to me, monsieur le docteur,

why you were not at the s�ance.

- I neither believe in such things

nor do I approve of them.

There is only one world, the here and now.

An accident of physics with biochemical trimmings.

- There is nothing beyond?

- Nothing but wishful thinking.

Highly dangerous. Especially for dogs, I believe.

When does Bob come for trial?

- He does not, monsieur.

I have proved him to be innocent.

But tell me, Dr. Grainger,

you, yourself, have treated Emily Arundel

for the complaint of the liver, n'est-ce pas?

- Yes, with Exprotin

and a mild sedative occasionally.

- And the liver capsules that she took?

- You can buy them at any chemist.

They'll do you no good.

Do you no harm, either.

- I must see him. It's really important!

- But he has people with him.

I'm sorry, Dr. Grainger.

I did explain to Mrs. Tanios that--

- That's quite all right, Mrs. Finch.

Thank you.

- Forgive me, John. I'm sorry.

I thought you were alone.

- No, Madame Tanios, we are leaving.

- No, no, Mr. Poirot. Please stay.

I was going to ask John to tell you, anyway, about Jacob.

- Bella, think carefully. - No, it must come out!

Jacob preaches loyalty at me all the time,

but what about my loyalty to Aunt Em?

Please.

- A brave decision, Bella.

Earlier this year, I took Alexis and Katya

sailing on Ullswater.

It was a scorching day, so we had a swim before lunch.

On his back, Alexis had extensive bruising.

I asked how he came by it.

I forget his exact reply. Some excuse.

- Oh, um, some horseplay at school, he said.

- Which you did not believe.

- No.

- That night, I questioned Bella in private,

and she broke down.

The bruising on Alexis, she told me,

was the result of his father beating him.

- Good heavens.

- Well, this explains why you fear him.

- More to the point, I think he may have killed Aunt Emily.

- If the bruises on that boy's back are anything to go by,

I would say he is certainly capable of it.

- I never liked him. All that smiling the man does.

Now we learn he's an absolute monster.

- No, no, no, Hastings.

We hear this, but as yet, we have no proof

until we receive the analysis from Scotland Yard.

- Oh, the patent medicine, you mean?

Yes. In the meantime--

- In the meantime, Hastings,

have the patience and coffee in the lounge.

- Oh, Captain? - Something wrong, Walter?

- Heavens no, sir.

I just wonder if you, being a friend of Mr. Charles,

wouldn't mind asking him

to give his club bill some attention.

- You mean he hasn't paid it?

- I mean, sir, that it must have slipped his mind.

- Monsieur, you do this task every day?

- Filling the saltcellars? - Oui.

- Depends how quickly they get through them, sir.

Sometimes it's every couple of days, sometimes a week.

Sometimes longer.

- Monsieur, you're a genius.

Sarah!

- What is it, Miss Lawson?

- Sarah, there's someone downstairs.

They're trying to kill me!

- No!

- There are two of them. - Yes, miss.

I cannot make 'em out, though.

- Two people, says you.

Down by the water?

So why is there no sign of a break-in?

- All right, then, Keeley, explain the fallen painting.

- Bad fixin', about to come down sooner or later.

- There are things going on here, Sergeant,

to do with Emily Arundel�s death,

things beyond our control.

Poor General, he foresaw all this, you know.

Evil.

- Yes, well, my superintendent

is more concerned with earthly crimes.

I'll bid you good day.

Good morning, Mr. Poirot.

- Good morning to you, Sergeant Keeley.

- Mr. Poirot, thank you for coming.

- Madame.

- Why is he doing that?

- Because you threatened him with the curtains.

- Didn't know he spoke English.

- One does not have to speak in order to know.

Tell me, Mademoiselle Sarah,

you opened the window, you looked out--

what did you see?

- Two people running down the garden, towards the lake, sir.

- Did they mean to kill me, do you think?

- Et bien, madame,

it is a crime which did not succeed,

and therefore the objective, it is unknown.

- I think I should come and stay for a few days, Poirot,

don't you?

I mean, if somebody is trying to get at Wilhemina...

- That would be kind of you, John.

I'd feel a great deal safer.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye. - Au revoir, madame.

This Dr. Grainger, Hastings, he is always at her side,

waiting for his chance perhaps, huh?

- What about those two intruders Miss Lawson talked about?

This case has many pairs, Hastings--

Charles and Theresa, Bella and Jacob.

Uh, bien s�r this Jacob, he bothers me.

- Because you know what he's capable of, you mean.

- Because now I know what is said of him.

- Good morning! - Morning!

- Ah! Bonjour.

- We just heard about the break-in from Sergeant Keeley.

- Ah, the telegraph bush, again?

- We're off to give moral support.

- Ah.

Another pair, mon ami.

- The place we'd operate from is Bonneville, Utah.

And as for facilities, Charles, you'd never want for a thing.

Of course, you might miss your English weather.

Think it over. - Fine.

- Hastings, a favor.

Whatever I should say, you will nod in agreement.

- Did I ever do otherwise, Poirot?

- Ah, Poirot, Battler, good afternoon.

- Monsieur. - The boat's fixed, by the way.

You can come down and have a dekko some time.

Can I get you a drink?

- Non, non, non. Merci beaucoup.

Tell me, the revoking of the will of Aunt Emily,

your lawyer succeeds?

- No. No, he jolly doesn't.

- Mes amis, I am one who knows the law,

where and how it might be used to your advantage.

Hastings, you remember the Fairbank scandal?

On that occasion, I, Hercule Poirot,

stepped outside of the law

but only for the moment very brief.

- So?

- I might be able to do the same again

for a cause that is worthy.

- You mean you could get us our money back?

- How can you do what our lawyer can't?

- Oh, monsieur, I merely say there are ways.

Allow me to pursue them.

But you yourselves must do nothing, understand?

Nothing.

Because someone has already broken into Littlegreen House.

- Really? - Who?

- Ah, who indeed? Another mystery.

Au revoir.

- What was the point of that, saying you'd break the law?

- They are young and foolish, Hastings.

They are the hotheads.

I offer them the crooked help

to prevent them doing things that they will regret.

But there is something I've meant to ask you, Hastings.

Your friend Monsieur Charles,

why does he give to you the nickname of Battler?

- Oh, English humor, Poirot.

You wouldn't understand.

- Poirot does not see a joke? Au contraire.

- Well, if you must know, it's Battler,

as in Battle of Hastings.

Yes.

- Thank you, Isabel. - She's a very good host.

- Everyone has been so kind, and I do so appreciate it.

- Not at all, dear.

- Lovely to see you, Isabel, Julia.

- And thank you for your help.

- Come along, dear.

I thought they'd never go.

Thank you for moving in with us, John,

but people will talk.

- But only behind our backs, my dear.

How can that harm us?

- That's where she fell.

- Poor Emily.

I did admire her spirit, you know,

her strength of character.

- Why do you suppose the human spirit is green?

White would have been a better color, surely.

Or even red, not green.

Because our oneness with the Earth, perhaps.

- It's certainly an interesting thought.

- I saw Emily's spirit the night she died, leaving her body.

Streaming out of her mouth, floating away.

- Green? From her mouth?

Bella, John Grainger. Is Jacob there?

- He's not home yet.

He's at a meeting of the faculty.

Can I help?

- Strange question--

do you know if he has a flask of phosphorus?

I think that Emily may have been given some.

- Phosphorus? Who says?

- A bit of a hunch, that's all.

Something Wilhemina said.

I'm camping down here at Littlegreen, you see.

- Is phosphorus dangerous?

I mean, they make matches out of it, don't they?

And fertilizers?

- That's right, dear.

- And you're saying she was given some?

By Jacob?

- I'm not saying anything yet.

I'm just asking if he has any phosphorus, that's all.

- I don't know.

- Right. Best not tell him I rang.

I'll speak to him tomorrow.

Those look delicious, my dear.

- Who was that, Bella?

- John Grainger. - What did he want?

- Nothing. - You tell me now!

What did he want?

Help! Help!

Oh!

- Dr. Grainger?

You all right, Doctor?

- What is it, Sarah?

- Gas, Mrs. Lawson. Dr. Grainger's room.

John!

John...

- Well, Mr. Poirot, you can't go digging up bodies,

but I would like to know more about Mrs. Emily's death.

Two in a row in the same house

is a bit much for these parts.

- Later, Sergeant.

Tell to me, if you please, what has happened here.

- This way, sir.

Gas filled Dr. Grainger's room.

He died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Terrible business.

- Madam?

- You have my condolences, madame.

- Why would anyone want to kill John?

He was a doctor.

- Even they have their enemies.

- Was it the same people who broke in the night before, sir?

- Perhaps.

Madame, if you'd be so kind as to tell me,

did you see anyone last night?

Or did anyone call at the house or perhaps telephone?

- The Tripps left after 8:00, but no one called.

John telephoned out later,

to Jacob.

- Did he say why?

- I'm sorry.

He mentioned something about phosphorus.

That's all I heard.

- Merci.

Once again, my sympathy.

- Wait there.

- Forgive me, madame.

- I thought you were Jacob.

Children, take this to the car.

I'm leaving him.

I cannot let my children live with a murderer.

- You have heard then about Dr. John Grainger?

From whom?

- Sarah, the Arundel maid. I rang earlier.

Why should Jacob kill John Grainger?

- He telephoned here last night, I believe,

to ask about the phosphorus.

- He spoke to me.

He asked me if Jacob had any, and I said I didn't know.

- And you reported this to your husband?

- He demanded to know what had been said.

You see, he came in just as I was putting the telephone down.

Mr. Poirot, I am so frightened.

- So you leave him.

But where do you go, madame?

- I don't know.

- Then let us take you to a place of safety.

Vite.

- Into the car, Alexi. You too, Katya.

- Hey! Poirot, what's happening?

- Vite, mon ami! Vite!

- Where are we going? - The sisters Tripp, mon ami.

- Bella! Stop!

- Mesdames, I have for you a task.

I would like Madame Tanios and her two children

to stay here for a while, away from Monsieur Jacob.

- It's him, isn't it? It's Jacob.

- He killed Emily and then, later, John Grainger.

- Calm yourselves, I beseech you,

for the great task ahead of you:

to keep the presence here

of madame and her two children a secret.

- Yes, of course.

Bella, why don't you put your things in the spare room?

- Thank you, both of you.

- Merci.

I have yet another favor to ask of you, mesdames.

Monsieur-- Merci.

Monsieur Bob, he is a person--

pardon, he is a dog of the country and not of the town.

And I seek for him the good home when my work here, it is done.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Poirot, but we couldn't possibly.

It's Albert, you see, he wouldn't like it.

- Albert? - Our own dog.

A springer spaniel.

Bob would put his nose out of joint, rather.

- Huh.

I did not know that you had a pet dog.

A pet spirit.

- Albert himself crossed over three years ago.

- They're just unpacking a few things.

They'll be down in a moment.

- Sant�.

It is you who row the boat in this photograph, madame?

- Yes, we used to keep a little dinghy on Windermere

for getting about.

- You say that you were at Littlegreen House last night

until 8:00?

Yes.

You can never get away from Minnie.

Talk, talk, talk.

- And on the night of the death of Emily Arundel,

you were also at the house?

- Well, yes.

- Then both of these deaths

have in common the same three people:

Wilhemina Lawson and yourselves.

- You think we had something to do with it, Mr. Poirot?

- You mean we're suspects?

Oh, how thrilling.

- Go on, question us, Mr. Poirot.

Just like you would normal people.

- I will, madame.

But not today.

- Hello.

- A telegram for you, sir. - Thank you.

Hastings, at last. There will be no reply.

- Can I get you anything, sir? - Oui.

A coffee for one and, for me, tisane, near the window.

- Certainly, sir.

- Excuse me. - No! I will pass.

Where is she, Poirot?

- Calm yourself, Dr. Tanios.

- You take my wife and children from me

and tell me to be calm?

- Your wife has left you of her own free will, Doctor.

I have here a telegram from Scotland Yard.

It contains the analysis

of the patent medicine that you gave to Aunt Emily Arundel.

Do you want me to read it here?

- Damn you and your dreamt up evidence, Poirot.

- I'll telephone Sergeant Keeley.

- No, no, no. Not yet, Hastings.

Bob and I, we need time to think.

- Thanks.

- By the way, the steward at the club, old Walter,

said you wanted to have a word with me.

- Really?

- Yes, lunchtime.

Brought the chitty over for me to sign and said,

"Ah. That reminds me."

- Oh, yes.

I reckon you'd forgotten to pay your bill.

A trivial thing.

- Clean slipped my mind.

- This polish buffs up to a marvelous shine, Charlie.

What is it?

- Yes, I mix it up myself, from phosphorus.

- Phosphorus?

- Your mistress, little Bob, was murdered for her fortune.

Dr. Grainger, he was killed

in order to keep a secret that was already out.

The "whys" and the "wherefores,"

these are known to me.

But the "who," mon petit, that still to me is a puzzle.

But it does not puzzle you.

You knew from the first day.

And so, if you please, I ask you now to tell me.

- I say, Poirot, you know you said you thought

phosphorus had something to do with it.

- Monsieur Bob!

- Qu'est que c'est, mon petit?

Mon Dieu!

I swear to you, Bob, there is within you a Belgian blood.

- What's he told you now?

- He has told to me all.

Tomorrow morning, Hastings, Bob and I, we catch our fox

and bring upon him terror.

- Why don't we start, Poirot?

He probably won't show up anyhow.

- Monsieur Jacob will be here. Of that I guarantee.

- Bella, tell me what's going on.

Where are the children?

- If you'd like to take a seat over here, sir.

- Mesdames et messieurs,

among us today is the murderer

of Dr. John Grainger and Emily Arundel.

- Would that be one in the same person, sir?

- Have patience, if you please, Sergeant Keeley.

You believed-- all of you except one believed

that the fall of Emily Arundel was an accident.

If so,

who was the person on the stairs the night before the fall

and what were they doing there?

I say that this person placed in the skirting a screw eye

to which a cord was attached to form a trip wire.

Wilhemina Lawson saw this person,

or, to be precise,

she saw the monogram on the dressing gown that they wore--

the letters T.A.

And she assumed it was Theresa Arundel.

- Minnie Lawson's never liked me.

It's just her style to accuse me of murder.

- While she went off with Aunt Em's fortune.

- But Emily fell. She told me so herself.

She stood on Bob's ball, and she fell.

- Non, madame.

But how do I know this?

From Monsieur Bob himself.

Every time he performed his trick,

Bob was telling to me the answer.

Always, always after his trick,

Bob returned his ball to his basket.

And when I found out that little Katya Tanios

discovered the ball on the landing

on the night of the fall,

I knew that it had been placed there

to make it seem like an accident.

For the cause of the fall of Emily Arundel

was a trip wire.

- Ah!

Oh!

- But it was not this

that was the cause of the death of your aunt, no.

Because after the fall, your aunt was bruised,

but she was still alive.

So our murderer tried again

and, this time, succeeded.

I believe that the death of your aunt was caused

by being poisoned with phosphorus.

- If I'd wanted liver capsules, I should have said so.

- On the night of her death,

Emily must have ingested unwittingly

some of this deadly substance.

- Jacob gave it to me earlier today.

- I believe this and so too did Dr. Grainger.

Being a man of science,

he knew of the many uses, the many forms of phosphorus,

all of which produce a poison.

He made a telephone call to Madame Tanios

to ask if her husband had some of this substance.

This telephone call, it was meant to be a secret,

but Jacob Tanios demanded to know what had been said.

- Maybe so, but Emily did not die at my hand.

- Non, monsieur?

Et bien.

I have here a telegram from Scotland Yard

which tells to me that the patent medicine

that Jacob Tanios gave to Emily Arundel...

Non, monsieur!

Is harmless.

And so now I ask, who poisoned her?

Dr. John Grainger with his medicines?

Non.

Un medicament, docteur?

For he himself was soon to become a victim.

So where else could be discovered this phosphorus?

I suggest, mes amis,

in a liver capsule that was placed in this box

that was always by the side of Emily Arundel.

This also answers for me a question most puzzling.

Why was she murdered after the changing of the will?

Mesdames et messieurs, I can now reveal to you

that she was murdered before.

- Murdered three days before she died?

Clever!

- Oui, and it was the steward at your club,

Monsieur Charles, who showed to me how.

One of his lesser duties was to refill the saltcellars.

Would they be empty today, tomorrow, three days after that,

who could tell?

It would depend upon the persons who use them.

And so is it not possible

for our murderer...

To fill a liver capsule...

With a phosphorus...

Which Emily Arundel would take today, tomorrow,

or the day after that?

After her death, we concentrated our attention

on the patent medicine of Jacob Tanios.

But I believe on the night that she died,

she must also have taken the liver capsule

which slowly released its poison and killed her.

The liver capsules of Emily Arundel

were always within easy reach,

and so it would have been simple for anyone to tamper with them.

The patent medicine she took

on the night of her death confused us.

In fact, the phosphorus from the capsule

was creating a lethal chemical reaction within her body

which emanated from her in the form of a green vapor

thought by some to be her spirit leaving her body.

And then came the reading of the will, huh?

The family did not like what it said, non, non,

for all of the fortune of Emily Arundel

was to go to Wilhemina Lawson.

- So they turned their attention to her?

- Bien s�r.

Then two people broke into this house.

The general prevented their crime by falling.

Sarah! Sarah!

- And from the window, Wilhemina Lawson and Mademoiselle Sarah

saw these two people making their escape from the house,

but they could not make out who they were.

I, Hercule Poirot, of course, know.

Monsieur Charles

and your sister, Mademoiselle Theresa.

You broke into this house

to steal what you thought was yours by right.

- Yes, but that was our one and only attempt, Poirot.

- And we certainly didn't come back the night after.

- But someone did,

in order to murder John Grainger,

who, on that very evening,

had begun to make the discovery of the phosphorus.

- Same person that murdered Emily, you think?

- Oui.

- This T.A. person, then.

- I've had just about enough of this.

- Sit down, miss.

- Mesdames et messieurs,

if you would please to observe in the mirror.

It was Monsieur Bob

who first drew this curiosity to my attention

when he barked at his reflection

in the highly polished surface of the boat

until he was sure that I understood.

Wilhemina Lawson saw the person on the landing in her mirror.

And she also saw in reflection

the monogram with the letters T.A.

And now, mesdames et messieurs,

you will observe that these letters,

without the reflection,

are now changed to A.T.,

the initials of Arabella Tanios.

It was you, madame,

whom Wilhemina Lawson saw on the landing.

- Put him in his basket before he wakes the whole house.

- Not dead, is she?

- It was you who placed the trip wire

and then removed it after the fall.

It was you who took the ball belonging to Bob

and placed it close to the top stair

for the purpose of incriminating him.

And it was you who murdered Dr. John Grainger

for what he suspected.

- Is this true, Bella?

- No.

You know how brutal he is!

You know how he beats my children!

- Bella!

- I know that is what you say, madame.

Always you point the finger.

You play out the charade of fearing him.

You tell us of his temper most wicked.

All are lies!

For you and you alone are responsible

for the murder of Dr. John Grainger

and, before him, Aunt Emily Arundel.

- Why, Bella?

Why?

- Because I hate you, Jacob.

- Hate me? You hate me, Bella?

- You were different once, and I loved you for that.

But then people here shunned you,

and you started to change just to please them.

And I felt so ashamed.

Now all you want to do is crawl away,

back to your homeland.

How could you be so weak?

What is there for me in Greece?

With my inheritance from Aunt Emily,

I could have lived here with my children

and held my head high again.

If only she had done me the courtesy

of dying after the accident, I would have had inherited.

You too, Charles. You, Theresa.

And if you hadn't meddled, Mr. Poirot,

she wouldn't have changed her will,

and we'd all have been better off.

- The cold heart indeed, madame,

which deserves no mercy.

- Nasty business, wife turning on her husband like that.

- Oui, but one good thing has come from this, Hastings.

Wilhemina Lawson has made a share-out among the family

of the fortune of Emily Arundel.

- At least I could pay my bill here.

- And now the world record,

it begs to be broken, n'est-ce pas?

- Not by me.

I'm off to Bonneville. It's in Utah.

- Ah, but that is the desert, I believe.

There are no lakes. - Quite.

Leave water speed to Campbell and his cronies.

I am going for land speed next time.

- And we're going to London. - Not yet, Hastings.

Not until a matter of the most important,

it has been resolved.

- I was amazed, wasn't I, Poirot?

- Indeed so, mon ami.

- To think that all these years,

Poirot had the gift for reaching the other side.

- I said there were hidden depths to you, Mr. Poirot.

- Then it happened again, last night.

- Really?

Who came to you?

- I woke up to find this-- how best to say this?

Presence in my room.

I looked up, and I saw the springer spaniel.

- Albert? - Oui.

- What did he say?

- He spoke to Bob, madame.

He said, "Go live with my people.

They have of you the great need."

- Then, of course, he must.

Are you sure you can manage without him, though?

I mean, he was a great help to you with this case.

- Oui.

It will not be easy, but...

I shall try.

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