POIROT
You can already serve us a soup bowl of tea, dear.
- This is the last thing. - It is well.
The APARTMENT OF THIRD FLOOR
His son did not do at all the day all.
Care...
- When it took care with the painting. - You and your filth of painting!
Leave it there, thank you.
- Can he sign here, please? - Certainly.
Mon Dieu!
Ça suffit!
Mr. Poirot...
Only it did seven minutes!
It does not cure the cold one will not follow the recommendations.
I do not find a method what so unworthy be able to cure that it is what will be.
Now also donate me the back.
- The mail came already, Mrs. Lemon? - Yes, nothing brought them near to me for you.
Only they spent three weeks from his last case.
Three weeks are an eternity for a brain as mine.
They will not be stimulated, the grey cells die to the hunger.
Since he can see, I am already suffering the effects.
- A letter is here for you. - It reads it.
" Cara Miss Mathews,
" I am the new tenant of 36B, even under you.
" It will be that I can speak with you when it will suit for him?
" Ernestine Grant (Mrs.) ".
It seems threatening. What he will be able to want?
Alone God knows. I never showed top.
One has to to want complain of the gramophone, or thing so.
How the cold is, my old man?
And now also it wants to provoke me a heart attack?
I would not be surprised if this car it was the cause of my current disease.
He is too refined to provoke colds.
It runs like a bird since I put him new boards.
The birds do not run, Hastings.
When it was small it must have been of use more attention ás classrooms of Biology.
Be even in a bad humor, it is not?
Well, my friend, while we approach the end,
we begin to see the life since she really is.
I have here something that is going to liven up it.
Had you had to?
I have two tickets for " A Fatal Shroud ".
That piece of mystery in the Wyndham's.
My expensive Hastings, it is very kind,
me them as a piece can compare to the real cases of Hercule Poirot?
Let's do the next thing: I bet with you ten pounds
in as it does not manage to decide " Fatal Shroud ". Does it accept?
Unnecessary will be to say that the money it has not the least importance.
But I do not resist a challenge.
I accept.
Oh, you are.
It is better you enter.
What was, mother?
Good Lord! Someone helps it.
Lady Muriel!
It is killed.
It was the sherry, clearly.
- What has the sherry? - It killed the Lady Muriel.
The sherry was containing poison.
No! Billet what yes?
You. Sadler it had a very suspect air.
No, not, no...
- Does he want a whisky? - No, thank you.
Do not open it now. In the end only.
- But what is this? - It is the name of the murderer, is clear.
There the Mademoiselle Matthews is!
There, Hastings. The young person of the red dress.
She lives in the floor for bass of mine, in the Whitehaven Mansions.
An enchanting Mademoiselle, n'est you shovels?
Yes!
The question of the motive it left me apprehensive.
For which reason would anybody like to kill the Lady Muriel?
Who would benefit with his death?
The answer, Ladies and Ladies, é: Nobody.
And why?
Because the Lady Muriel she was not the pretended victim.
No.
The person who must have drunk the poisoned sherry,
the person to the one who links if it was destining,
it was the lost son who was coming to inherit the fortune of the Lady Muriel.
Major Sadler.
Only one more person in this room
it knew this well guarded secret,
and it tried to benefit of the death of the Major.
His woman.
I am wrong, Mrs. Sadler?
More non, this is an absurdity. The writer is an imbecile.
CHIVERS, THE BUTLER
Perhaps the height has arrived of reforming, Hastings.
I begin to feel Poirot badly with everything this.
No, not, not, anyway. Hercule Poirot is a man of word,
though the playwright it is not.
They did not give us all the facts.
Only there is in the end in which we know what Major Sadler is a son of the Lady Muriel.
And that theater it made my cold worse.
I saw soon that I had been you. Sadler.
The one who is similar recognizes.
No, it was because the dress that it links it used in the first act. It was so...
- I do not know of the key. - Perhaps you forgot, wanted.
Clear what not. I am not any parvinha. I always walk with the key.
- By chance I saw it it put it in the suitcase. - Do you see?
- But then as we are going to enter? - The caretaker has not to be already here.
Donovan, do not you want to arm oneself in thief?
No, Pat. Even for a thief, to raise a room to walk is risked.
Is there some emergency exit?
No, but there is an elevator to transport the coal.
- There it is. - They load it in the wine-cellar,
and it goes out in the kitchen. Also it is there what we pour the buckets of the garbage.
- And will not the door be welded? - I was never for that. It is a bitch.
Is to try worthwhile, they do not think?
Undoubtedly.
Frankly, my expensive one, it is not necessary.
- It was only a joke. - No, no.
We bet ten pounds,
therefore I am going to pay ten pounds.
Tiens...
C'est curieux. It is late to order the bucket of the garbage.
Can Hastings, put the light out?
It is here.
- Are you sure? - Clear that I am sure.
It lights the light.
Rays! It does not work.
- It tries that of the living room. - It is well.
- They seem thieves. - No, I find that not.
They are put on to rigidity.
Un moment.
The life is a cup of cherries
Do not be so serious The life is a mystery
We work, play We walk so grated
But we do not take the money For the gravestone
Do not be forgotten They are the berries
Because the strongest oak Also it falls
The sweet things of the life They are only lent
Since we can lose What was ever ours?
The life is a cup of cherries
Live and he laughs at everything
What walked to Pat to do? It is completely in the wrong siege.
- This is not the apartment of Pat. - Gee!
" Mrs. Ernestine Grant ". My God, we are in 36B, and not in 46B.
It is better we leave before she gives for us.
Look!
Good Lord!
The life is a cup of cherries
Do not be so serious The life is a mystery
We work, play We walk so grated
But we do not take the money For the gravestone
- What we are going to do? - I do not know.
Pat! Mildred! There is a problem.
- What was? - A dead woman is here.
Good Lord!
Jimmy?
This is Jimmy Faulkener, Monsieur Poirot.
- Bonsoir, Monsieur Faulkener. - "Such a" Monsieur Poirot?
- He lives in the floor above mine. - Gosh, he did not know.
It is an honor.
Thank you.
Since he sees, Hastings, I am still not exceeded.
So, the doors were unlocked.
You entered in the kitchen.
And was not the light lighting?
No. Perhaps the lamp merged.
Tiens!
- What I find strange. - Perhaps be a bad contact.
Or perhaps the lamp it has been substituted.
We already heard this sound.
It is domesticate it. The servant.
We are going to let it sleep, for now.
It is better they are careful, friends.
It is here that the famous detective lives individual Hercule Poirot.
So, I Donovan we came for here.
We were still judging what was the floor of the Beauty queen Matthews.
But while lighting the lights we come what was not, and there the body was.
- It died already that there is some time. - Mean, there are some hours?
- What is that in his hand? - What?
What is that?
Good Lord! I think that it is a blood!
- Did it touch the body? - No!
So,
the crime was committed on the table,
and the body was transported even to the window.
It is the same blood.
Hastings, can go there down to ask a Mr. Dicker
to what hours did the mail come?
Right.
Hastings.
Oh, my expensive Inspector-chief Japp!
Any day they kill persons in his room, Poirot!
Who is the victim?
She is you. Ernestine Grant.
Apparently, only it came today here.
Since the fact is that the body was it found?
I am afraid that it is a long history, Inspector-chief.
It must be.
I want declarations of all the presents.
- Does he want an omoleta, Mildred? - I am not able.
I suppose what is used to these things.
On the contrary. I think that it is very good.
He knows, Mademoiselle Patricia,
I was already in love for an English girl, lindíssima,
when it very much looked to you. Me them she could not cook.
- The relation deteriorated. - No,
I was wanting to say...
You realize... The poor person of the Mrs. Grant.
Patrician Mademoiselle, a piece of bread happens.
It is basic what it maintains my grey cells in form.
It seems that be better.
Thank you. I feel already better.
I hardly manage to believe. It looks that we are in a play.
I wait what is better what the buffoonery of this night.
Did not it like?
- We thought that it was the best. - I will disagree.
They did not present all the facts. So, everything was pointing to the butler.
- Billet what yes? - Yes, au questionne.
Because of his post,
she was the only person what had a motive,
and the opportunity of poisoning the sherry.
But the writer arranged a slow police officer and he cheap-speaks,
to summarize the whole case in a secondary childlike plot.
- The door was opened. - Between, Inspector.
One seems to treat a banal case.
I am afraid that it is not worthy his attention, Poirot.
The died one is same you. Grant. The servant identified it.
It was killed when it was to the table, with a revolver of small calibre.
She fell down ahead, from there the blood in the towel.
- Then was the cold blood killed? - It looks that yes.
- What horror! - And when it took place to death?
The doctor begins to appear for five or six hours behind.
I suppose that nobody noticed anything of stranger this way, then.
Mildred arrived after the lunch,
and only we leave when you link they came for us. To the seven, was not it?
- And did they return to what hours? - They would be approximately ten and it halves.
What the servant says?
- Oh, the Beauty queen Trotter... - With license.
It seems that she was of rest.
Five left ás and it returned about the ten,
opening the door with his key itself.
Did she see anything strange?
He thought that the mistress was lying.
He never thought in going to see behind the suitcases.
It is curious.
Snooper?
The fact of having tried to hide the body.
He did not want what the crime it was discovered up to having escaped.
Perhaps.
Pardon. Continue, Inspector-chief.
We found this in the ground.
It must have dropped it, with the haste.
Notice the corner, Poirot.
- " J.F. " - Right. " J.F. "
Now see this.
It was in the pocket of the died one.
" It will be possible to him, I am going to visit you this night.
" Can it be ás six hours?
" Fraser. "
The letter incriminates this Fraser.
I think that we can assume that " J.F. " And Fraser is to the same person.
Perhaps a such one of John Fraser.
We go apanhá-Io, at his time.
Inspector-chief?
The Beauty queen Trotter wanted to know it was possible to go for house.
I am going to stay at home of my sister.
- It was not managing to sleep here today. - Yes, for now it is completely.
Thank you, man.
- Excuse, Mademoiselle. - Yes?
- Can I ask him a question? - Yes, man.
When it returned for the apartment of the Mrs. Grant, this night,
did it enter in the living room? - Yes, man.
I gathered the mail when I rose,
and I left the letters on the table of the living room.
- And did nothing of stranger see in the room? - No, man. It swims.
- Very much thank you, Mademoiselle. - Thank you, man.
Good night.
Poirot...
- It seems that the mail came ás nine. - Thank you, Hastings.
And in accordance with the Dicker, it did not enter here I suspect nobody this night.
Inspector...
- Can I ask for him a favor? - Here we go...
It would like examining the floor what is under that of the Mrs. Grant.
There is there nothing, Poirot.
Well...
I already gave beginning to the search for John Fraser.
When finding, it finished everything.
If he so says it.
Well, then...
Examine to his will!
Are you well?
Yes, I am.
You are shuddering. You must be cold.
It is because of what it happened you. Grant.
I know.
The night was so pleasant.
We are going to pass many pleasant nights.
Is he seeing that one?
They are going to take it.
- What dreadful thing. - And only it came here today.
My friends, we are going to consider the facts.
First of all, the letter.
It was found in the place of the crime, signed by such a John Fraser.
Then we have the scarf, with the monogram " J.F. " in a corner.
It looks, then, what this Mr. Jonh Fraser...
... was it neglected, n'est you shovel?
Poirot, because it is rummaging the garbage can?
It is how I was thinking.
Voila!
Pardon, I am with a cold.
Does not one matter, Monsieur Donovan?
Thank you.
No, no! Because it took the lid? What stupidity!
Jimmy, goes brandy, please. I think that it is in the living room.
Hastings, a wet cloth.
What happened?
This, my friend drinks.
It was lucky, Monsieur Bailey. It could have been worse.
Even it could be a poison.
It will of more taken care.
- That is strong. - One feels better?
Dressing what yes. Thank you.
Mon dieu...
Hastings,
take it to the apartment.
- Give him a coffee. - I stay well, thank you.
No, not, I insist.
- Does one still feel weakly, is not it? - Yes, I feel not much stupid.
It is better to come with me, I make friends. We go with calm.
Hastings, is secured that the Monsieur Bailey is comfortable. Because...
... I am preoccupied with his health.
Right.
And now, man?
Now, Jimmy...
... it swims.
The case is resolved.
- Resolved? - Yes, my friend.
I already know everything.
I do not understand. Did they already fasten such a Fraser?
There is Fraser none.
It is only the name.
A carved name with the whole care in a scarf.
The signed name in the end of a letter,
what was put in the pocket of when it died, finding.
God of the Sky!
But then the one who substituted the lamp of the kitchen?
Nobody.
The lamp works perfectly.
It was a maneuver attracting to this living room.
Come, I am going to show him.
Notice, Jimmy,
with the lighted light, it is seen soon that it is not the kitchen of the Mademoiselle Patricia.
And so there was no reason to come here.
That's right.
Jimmy, What is this?
The key of this floor?
No.
It is the key of the floor from above.
The key of the floor of the Mademoiselle Patrícia.
The Monsieur Bailey took away the key of her suitcase, during the night.
- Did Donovan rob it? - Yes.
Why?
Not to go to her floor when they were returning of the theater.
- But why... - Mon dieu!
To come to this floor!
Leading to you, my friend, for this service lift.
But where it found this key?
Where it was waiting to find it.
In the pocket of the Monsieur Bailey.
Notice, Jimmy,
I pretended that I found this bottle in the garbage can.
She was always in my pocket.
But I gave it to a Monsieur Bailey. He smelt and...
This garrafinha contains chloride of étilo,
an instant anesthetic very strong.
For some instants, the Monsieur Bailey was unconscious.
This time was the sufficient thing for,
while you came here to look for the brandy,
I to take away two objects what he knew to be in the pocket of the Monsieur Bailey.
- But... - Be patient, he will be going to know everything.
I asked me himself :
" Why to hide the body behind the suitcases "?
To gain time? Yes,
but for a special motive.
Notice, Jimmy: This morning, the murderer entered in this floor
to come for a thing.
But it did not manage to find it.
Therefore it would return here,
but only after the mail to be handed.
And therefore it would hide the body behind the curtain.
Then the Mademoiselle Trotter came, domesticate it.
She does not see anything of stranger, it puts the mail on top of the table,
and one is going to lay.
- And this letter, man? - Oh, this letter, Jimmy...
... it was another object what I took away of the pocket of the Monsieur Bailey.
It was this letter that she was driven to despair to find.
There is saying what... Donovan killed you. Grant?
Exactement.
But why?
He not even knew it. Because it would be going to kill it?
Jimmy, before saying it to him,
a question lets him place me.
It is a very personal question.
It is in love for the Mademoiselle Patrícia?
Go there, go there, do not be disgraced.
If I had his age, Monsieur, also would be.
Yes, to say the truth, I am crazy for Pat.
Me them she is a fiancee of Donovan.
Well, she is going to need you when completely this to finish.
What it means?
Jimmy, as soon as public makes the case,
it is going to be very difficult to maintain her name out of the subject.
The fact is that the Mademoiselle Patricia it was the cause of the crime.
Poirot!
Vite!
Poirot, he escaped!
Police! Seize the man of the elevator!
You also, Jimmy.
We do not see it in side any.
That is strange. He cannot have gone very much far.
His friend is not any fool, Monsieur Faulkener.
He overdid the button of the elevator but it did not catch it. Voila!
Fast! For the wine-cellar!
He is down there, somewhere.
There is nobody here.
We must have heard another thing, Poirot.
I think that it is better to return there up.
Nobody is in the rears.
Nobody. He disappeared.
- It disappeared, purely and simply. - A man cannot disappear so.
But it was what it happened.
No!
Good Lord! Donovan!
Monsieur Bailey! Monsieur Bailey!
I think that it is better to call an ambulance.
Is he very injured?
Good Lord!
The axle frontlet was completely twisted.
Mon pauvre Hastings!
Do not be lamented. Remain occupied.
Phone the Inspector-chief Japp and tell him that it caught his "fish".
What happened to Donovan?
I am going to need of a new front.
Monsieur Bailey,
it can give me the letter what it took away of the table?
Thank you, Monsieur.
Jimmy, does the favor of reading us this letter,
what was written for you. Grant.
It seems to have been sent for an attorney.
" Cara Senhora, we come for this way to return the document what it sent to us.
" It is completely in order.
" The fact of the marriage to have taken place abroad
" it does not invalidate it in no way.
"Sincerely", etc.
Jimmy wanted to know for what reason you had died. Grant.
Eh bien, voila.
It is a Marriage certificate between Donovan Grant and Ernestine Trubshaw,
when it dated from 1930.
Who is Donovan Grant?
He now shows up like Donovan Bailey.
I wanted to get divorced.
I pleaded from Ernestine, me them she refused,
he said that it would never free me.
When I fell in love for Pat, Ernestine began to pursue me.
I was joining every day, and it was threatening Pat counted everything to.
It gave with me in madman...
Then one said what he had bought a floor here, under that of Pat.
I did not even want to believe.
But then already wise what she would do was what it was.
What happened yesterday, Monsieur?
Ernestine tied me in the afternoon.
He said that Pat had written to, and when a meeting was marked with her.
To tell everything to him on us the two.
Naturally, I thought soon about the worst.
It would do something for to resolve everything once and for all.
I reached her floor about the six.
Oh, you are. It is better you enter.
Do you take anything?
You have no right of pursuing to Pat!
But I am not pursuing it, darling.
I am going to tell him only that you are an aldrabão what promised to marry with her,
in spite of being already married by me.
We got married in Switzerland, Ernestine, if you still remember.
- It is not valid for the British Law. - It is what you always say to me.
But I thought in testing your theory,
and I sent a copy of the Certificate of Marriage to my attorney.
He tied me saying that the marriage is valid,
and it wrote to me a letter confirming this fact.
It her shows me.
I still did not receive it.
I wait what arrives tonight.
It is going to be a great shock for the poor person of the Beauty queen Matthews.
I am warning about you, Ernestine.
You approach of Pat, I kill you. I swear for God!
Donovan...
Do not make me laugh.
It is going to try to impress another person, is it well?
Poor Beauty queen Matthews.
You disillusioned it even, Donovan.
Did I warn it, it realizes?
It links them to me he was not hearing me.
Then I returned for the house and I changed clothes, to go to the theater.
It could not leave what she was hurting to Pat of that form,
is not it?
My expensive Inspector-chief!
- I came so that I could, Poirot. - My friend,
it arrived even at time.
The case is resolved.
Jimmy, meet the Mademoiselle Patricia.
She does not want me.
- He wants Donovan. - No, mon ami.
She needs you.
Go, meet her.
The hanging is little for certain persons.
What has here, Hastings, it is a very expensive piece of scrap metal.
Hastings, my friend,
Poirot is so magnanimous in the defeat modest all that in the victory.
Oh, yes?
Since it is going to need each cash what it manages to arrange
to recover this beautiful machine,
I decided what I am going to pay to him.
Without attacking.
Gosh!
- Thank you, my old man. - Of nothing,
my old man.
- Good morning, Beauty queen Lemon. - Good morning, Mr. Poirot.
- It is a beautiful morning. - Very pretty.
I heard that there was much distress this way.
It was not at all of special one. A case as any other.
- I have here his balm. - Mine what?
To inhale. For the cold.
Poirot has no colds, Beauty queen Lemon.
Poirot laughs at all the diseases, except of the most serious.
But yesterday it was...
Beauty queen Lemon,
yesterday it was yesterday.
My tisane, please.
Translation and Legendagem I collapsed Cross / CRISTBET, Lda.
Synchronized and Revised for: Chicharro [NaN]