POIROT
The English tartes are famous in the whole world.
And, in last year, the Farley's Foods it produced their five millions.
Completely, from beef and kidney, even to the turnovers of the Cornualha.
But, it is not sufficient for the old man Farley.
He wants to duplicate the counting.
The work suffered an impulse in the new extension of the factory.
And, this week, the great day arrived.
The DREAM
My friends!
I wait to be able to treat them for " my friends ".
At last, I am that I pay your salary!
In 1935,
we sell more tartes of what never,
in our history.
Nevertheless, there are someone between you, politically caused what,
what they say that you they are not proceeding well.
Do not listen to them!
And now, we are going to get more happy things.
Once more, I am here before you
to open one more wing
of our great enterprise.
Joanna!
Because you me did not phone yesterday?
- You must not come here! - He was having to see you!
It is not of use, Joanna.
What? What you tell to yourself?
I received the notice of despedimento with two weeks of antecedence.
For my father?
Not straightly, but yes.
Why?
Because he discovered what was going on between us, clear.
I will go!
Skies!
I like thinking what has been a society.
A society between the family Farley
and knots, humble mortals of the local authority.
There are other jobs, Herbert.
Not with the negative appearance of your father wherever I address.
I am able to kill it! I am even able to kill it!
To speak in this way is not of use.
It is with enormous pleasure
that I declare this new open wing.
Nuisance!
- " This is his opportunity! " - What?
" This is his opportunity for investing in a couple of shoes HomePhit "
Intelligent! Fit written with "Ph".
" Return this postcard to ours representative and it will be contacted. "
Apparently, done shoes for measure. It seems to me reasonable.
I suppose that they have no machines of writing done by measure.
Excuse?
From the Easter that I walk asking to a Mr. Poirot a new machine.
You. Poirot is not cheap, but it is careful.
It found this machine in the apartment when one changed for there.
Someone left it there.
Enough usefulness.
- Who is Benedict Farley? - I do not do idea.
- Is not he Farley of the tartes? - Tartes?
Why?
" Expensive man, you. Benedict would like of benefiting of his advice.
" If he suits for him, he would like what it was tying him for the address above
" ás 9.30 of tomorrow night, on Thursday.
" To his to have, Hugo Cornworthy, secretary.
P.S. Please, bring this letter with you. "
Repeat that, please!
" Expensive man ... "
No. The Post Scriptum only.
" P.S. Please, bring this letter with you. "
- Why? - Why?
Why, Hastings? An interesting letter.
Is it? I thought that it had no interest.
The Beauty queen Lemon he says what he does tartes.
" Does it do tartes "?
To say what he does tartes is how to say that Wagner composed semiquavers.
Are his tartes good?
No, awful! It does them to me many people.
The fountain and origin of the wealth of Benedict Farley.
I am suspicious...
... what is where he does the sausages, the tartes and the hams.
Expert, no? To live over the shop.
I suppose that he likes of controlling the employees from here.
Undoubtedly! It is a pity so great what diligence does not improve the quality
of his auto-car you were delighting.
- Good night! - Good night, man!
You. Poirot and the Captain Hastings in order that you see. Farley.
I lament, man. I have educations to let in only one.
Please!
I have quite clear educations. I lament, man.
This is really inconvenient.
Want to apologize, man. It was said me to ask for him the letter.
Pardon? Yes.
Thank you, man.
The gentleman who was waiting, man.
Is the man Hercule Poirot?
- Monsieur. - One sit!
One sit!
Merci ... monsieur.
It wants to consult me to which purpose, Mr. Farley?
I have the same dream...
... in the night after night.
I am sitting down in my room, here to the side.
Seated to my secretary, writing.
There is a clock.
I look at him and see the hours.
They pass exactamente twenty eight minutes after the midnight.
The same hour, does it always understand?
When I see the hours, I know that I have to do it.
To the midnight and twenty eight minutes,
I open the second drawer of my secretary,
I take away the revolver, load it
and then I go even to the window.
And then?
I kill myself.
I take the weapon to my head
and I kill myself.
What it finds of this?
I already consulted a specialist, in the street Harley.
What it were what it links did he tell him?
He was absurd!
He said that my life is so unbearable what wanted to put end.
He is crazy!
Because I would like to kill oneself? One of the richest men of the country.
I have everything what he will want.
I am a happy man.
And where the fact is that I enter, Monsieur Farley?
Supposing that someone wants to kill me...
... can it do it in this way?
For hypnotism, does it mean?
Does it realize where I want to arrive?
Who suspects what wants to kill it?
Nobody. Nobody of all.
Has not it anybody specific in mind?
Certainly what not.
He would like seeing the scenery of the drama.
The secretary, the clock, the revolver...
No. I already told everything to him what existed to count.
There is nothing to see here to the side.
Even so, he would like seeing for my eyes.
It is not necessary! Only I want his opinion!
With difficulty I can have opinion with so scarce proofs.
Then, it finished. I already told to him the facts.
It does not manage to do anything of them. That shuts the subject in.
His count can order me.
I will not stop doing.
Wait!
That letter... I want It!
- That letter of his secretary? - Yes!
Thank you.
Thousand pardons, Monsieur!
- What is? - I committed a nonsense.
The letter what I gave him it belonged of my landlord.
It is this what is his letter.
Because devil does not it take attention to what it does?
Au revoir, Monsieur.
How it ran?
I fear what evil.
Something exists of missed at that home, Hastings.
Very wrong. And I do not do the most pale idea of what it is.
Go away, boy!
I want these documents in the street Leadenhall to an hour in point.
Go there, then! Run!
Excuse. You. Cornworthy said what perhaps a moment was excusing us.
What goes on? To I halve it, he said!
Completely well. He is a man a lot of occupied. Let's seat us!
And to abate!
Mr. Cornworthy...
Mr. is Tremlett, still there?
We are here there is almost an hour.
Have more than an hour!
I am going to see what he is doing. He has of signing this, be that as it may.
What a cheek!
Our hour of dinner went away, I know of that.
He is going to see us now.
Holy God!
For the God's love, someone calls the police officer!
I cannot continue so, Mr. Poirot!
That machine is more of what I can hold out.
But he never complained before.
I do not do any more anything snag to complain there are six months!
- No. - One spoke already in that.
Do not be joined against me.
I was not.
I do not give best mine in order that happy ones maintain all us?
I do not want to be happy. Only one I want a piece of news...
Inspector Japp, my friendly old man.
I am at the home Northway. The residence of Benedict Farley.
It would like what was coming here, for kindness.
You. Farley committed suicide.
Never hear so great nonsense!
The father was not believing in dreams not even in none of these nonsenses.
However, it was what it links told me.
He talked to me in that. It was preoccupying it very much.
He said to him what would be an indigestion, I am afraid.
I suggested what was calling Dr. Stillingfleet.
Never the fez. For his history I deduct that Harley has gone to the street.
Yes, he said to me what consulted a specialist.
But does one know who was the specialist?
None of us knew that he had consulted someone.
And he never spoke with you because of the dream?
No.
And with you, Mr. Cornworthy?
No. He did not say anything, of all.
I took the letter what it links it dictated me.
But it was not doing idea because it wanted to consult it.
I thought that it had something to do with some irregularity in the business.
I realize. Inspector Japp...
It can tell to me the events what they drove á death of the Mr. Farley?
He had brought to be with into line two representatives of the workers.
It was an any proposal for the formation of a trade union.
- Great hopes... - Yes, really.
Little before one, you. Cornworthy it came to speak with you. Farley.
First, he did not manage to see it, and he thought that the room was empty.
Then he saw a boot behind the secretary.
What happened then?
I left running of the room.
I asked a butler to call Dr. Stillingfleet and...
... he did it.
The body was found there.
Thank you!
To which hours is the death appreciated, doctor?
I examined the body they were passing thirty two minutes of one of the afternoon.
You. Farley was killed there is at least an hour.
Then, it can have died to I halve it and twenty eight minutes, as did it tell him?
Precisely.
Were there fingerprints in the revolver?
Only you sweat them own.
And, please, talk to me about the revolver in you!
It was what it was guarding in the secretary, again such as he had said to him.
You. Farley identified it how such.
I realize.
This is the only entry for the room. Taking away the windows.
I do not see like anybody it might have risen up to here.
It is a curious room for a man is not rich man to choose for office?
That white wall big and ugly outside.
I think that it is important, that wall.
Psychologically, does it mean?
Perhaps.
" To I halve it and twenty eight minutes,
" I open the drawer of my secretary.
" I take away the revolver. I load it.
" I go even to the window, and then...
... I kill myself. "
" I take the weapon to the head and kill myself. "
Nothing makes me doubt of the precision of the premonitory dream.
In fact, everything suggests what one has treated as a suicide.
Completely, one less point.
And what it is?
The letter that it should link wrote to him.
Then, in what it respects to Hercule Poirot...
The suspicion of murder is lifted.
Precisely.
Hello, Sr. Poirot!
Does it want to try his luck?
Thank you, Mademoiselle. But I am a man of peace.
But, perhaps, be able to ask him a few questions?
Ask to the will.
He knew what his father was guarding a revolver in the secretary?
No.
Where you and his mother was...
Pardon! It is more correct his stepmother says.
Is not it correct?
Yes. Louise is the second woman of my father.
It is only eight years older than I.
Where they were last week in Thursday at night?
We went to the theater to see the piece " Thumb's Up! ".
Did not his father suggest to accompany them?
He never went out to go to theaters.
Was not he a very sociable man?
My father had one unpleasant and singular personality.
It is a testimony very sincere, mademoiselle.
I am saving time, Mr. Poirot.
I know very well where it wants to arrive.
I live here because I have no money to live in another siege.
There is a man with whom I want to marry. A poor man.
My father made sure of what he was losing the job.
He wanted what I was getting a good marriage,
as soon as she was his heiress.
Then, does it inherit the fortune of his father?
Yes.
He left to my stepmother a room of million, tax-free.
And other small things.
But what it remains it is for me.
Since he sees, it had all the reasons to want the death of my father.
I see what it also inherited his intelligence, mademoiselle.
The father was clever. It had soured them to me. Humanity was already not remaining in him.
More something?
Yes.
How bad era to vision of his father?
With difficulty he was seeing without glasses.
His vision was bad from boy.
And with glasses?
He was seeing well, clearly.
Thank you.
Right. Say to Sergeant Bull what is going to stay more than waited.
Mrs. Farley.
It wanted to ask about him a thing.
Yes?
His husband sometime was it hypnotized?
What is of my knowledge, no.
One was interesting for this type of things? Hypnotism?
No.
That awful dream! It is supernatural!
Every night that awful dream. It is like a knowledge it was going to die.
It happened already to him to think that his husband was it doing that one to own him?
No.
Good, sometimes he was not much strange.
Nonsense! The father would never commit suicide!
- You do not know of everything, Joanna! - I know the sufficient thing!
Pardon, Lady Farley...
To how many do you give birth of glasses did it have his husband?
Glasses?
Glasses.
I do not do idea. Three? Four?
Thank you!
Between!
Mon Dieu!
Since this room looks different by the light of the day!
Can I do anything for you?
I see that it shares the same sight inspiring what his ancient boss.
Yes.
On that side of the wall the fools are...
... what created the wealth of the Mr. Farley.
It will have been therefore that he decided to have the office in this part of the house.
I realize.
I am certain of what that wall he could speak that he would say something to us.
When I arrived in the last Thursday at night,
it was not shown me the room of the Mr. Farley.
No. It was said me to tell the Holmes to bring it here.
And because he thinks that that took place?
I never questioned none of the orders of the Mr. Farley.
No.
He used to receive does it erase the visits here?
Frequently.
Particularly persons what had never come here the house.
I realize.
Very much thank you.
This dream is very important, Inspector.
He dreamt what was committing suicide. And, later, it committed suicide.
And when I say suicide, I say to be alone in the room with the weapon in the hand.
And nobody entered or it went out from the room in the height of the shot.
What means this, Inspector-chief?
There is no another hypothesis. It is necessary to have been a suicide.
Au counterenrages,
it indicates a crime little usual one and very well planned.
Planned how? For whom?
It is not worth, Inspector-chief Japp, if I will give him the answer.
Well...
No! We will give some time ás grey cells to think.
And to give me some time to realize who the fez and I eat.
It does not even seem his, Poirot.
It does not even look of the grey cells, Hastings!
I gave they all the means!
They have been quiet. I slept for what could do their work!
Even I ate fish to the breakfast. Did it result? Swim!
There is of him appearing.
His grey cells they never let it be badly.
Perhaps be a sign of what it remains in the shop.
A sign of which they are old and weak due to the age and an agitated life.
Agitated life? It would not call his life agitated.
Perhaps now, Hastings. But when it was young...
To serious?
These things are paid, Hastings...
We always pay again because we did.
Use ...!
I am going to take another tea of linden.
Nuisance!
Mr. Poirot, I...
What was, Mr. Poirot?
- Another tea, if one does not matter! - Good Lord!
It took his tea of nine hours.
Hard and serious measures are imposed!
Devil!
Does it have hours, please?
Clear.
What it is doing?
They are lacking five minutes for the Dec.
But what it went to do there?
If I to lean, manage to see the clock of the church from here.
Would not it be more simple clock uses?
I cannot. My magnetism them gets out of control.
Use ...!
The whole my life I looked for a clock what does not go mad when I put it.
I never got.
What one happened?
Beauty queen Lemon ... you are marvellous!
Now, have the kindness of phoning to an Inspector-chief Japp.
And to ask for him to join the whole family to I her halve Farley.
In the hall.
Come, Hastings. We have work to do.
Everything was explained.
Then, they bring them up to here and they put them in the ovens.
The ovens will be closed even to I halve it and fifteen minutes,
because we begin to cook to I halve and halve it in point.
Snag, you. Farley was calling before " three piglets " manage to say.
Was he coming to the factory regularmente?
No. It was not doing it that there are six or seven years.
Not regularmente.
But he seemed to know if not we had begun to cook to hours
We were saying that it had a second vision, in what ás tartes was respecting.
It was a joke of ours.
After the cozedura, which was staying one hour and a half, they were going out from the ovens...
One remember what he said to him!
Is it loaded?
Yes.
Here he is.
Bonjour!
I wonder myself what it will be more extraordinary in this case.
The dream, I would say. If we had not your evidence.
Exactamente! The dream was vital.
But, my friends, there is more for besides.
Where it took place to conversation about the dream?
The Monsieur Benedict Farley it received me in this room,
and it did not take me even to his room itself to the side.
Because it did that?
Because there was something in that room that he I could not leave what I was seeing.
- What? - There we will arrive.
When you. Farley asked for me to return to him the letter,
inadvertently, I gave him a letter of my landlord.
A glance must have been enough to what it was realizing that it was not that letter.
Had not it the arranged glasses?
Yes, it had the arranged glasses.
Then, because it did not realize the difference between two so different letters?
Because I was in the presence of one man with a regular vision
and with very graduated glasses.
These glasses would make someone with a normal vision practically blind.
Is not it so, doctor?
Many forts are dug, yes.
And because I was not authorized entering in the room in that night?
What existed in the room what I could not see?
Ladies and men, do they want that it explains you?
It was liking what was doing it.
Very well.
I will explain you.
What was in the room of Benedict Farley whom I could not see?
Monsieur Benedict Farley!
Holy God!
Yesterday afternoon...
... three witnesses they were saying not to have seen anybody
entering or going out from the room.
You. Cornworthy it was in the room to the side
and, in spite of bringing near of 12:28, it is prepared.
He knows something...
... what very much few ones know.
He knows that the Monsieur Benedict Farley, every day,
after these years, one still interests for the progress of the factory,
and it visits his employees.
Let's see how he was doing this!
Since the king of the tartes could observe the workers without going out from house?
Single.
First, the tartes are vaporized during an hour.
And the valves of decompression of ovens what they are behind that wall,
they are tested shortly so that the ovens are loaded.
To lean, we can confirm this fact.
Now, if they are not imported, it would like that they all were coming to the window
they were inclining and were looking at each other for your right wing.
Mr. Cornworthy, because the way does not show us?
This is a nonsense!
Perhaps. But the will becomes.
Merci. Now come, Lady Farley!
Very well.
Now they all can see the steam to go out of the chimney in the oriental side of the building.
Completely in same. I do not understand where it wants to arrive.
The Monsieur Farley comes even á window...
Yes.
It leans in order that be certified that to cozedura begins to hours.
Completely well.
And, then...
The Monsieur Cornworthy fires and Farley falls in the ground.
Be remembered! There is a white wall, soon there cannot be witnesses.
You had lain! Ridiculous lies!
Everything shows to be above of the picture, yes.
The Monsieur Tremlett and other men
they go even to the room
and they go out with the piece of news of the suicide.
What they did not see was the Cornworhty to put the weapon in the hand of Farley.
A slanderous nonsense!
He was you. Cornworhty who wrote to me the letter.
He was you. Cornworhty who it gave the educations to a butler.
It was him who rose even to his room,
and one pretended of Benedict Farley.
But two were the persons what committed this fraud.
The M. Cornworhty was one, other one...
It went to Lady Farley.
How does it dare?
In expectation of a happy, clear end.
A quarter of million and two hearts slamming like an alone one.
Detain Hastings!
Seize it, Herbert! Seize it!
What?
So.
Very well, man.
He is so.
About escaping to marry, still is it maintained, right?
It is already not really necessary now.
But we can make it in same, if you will want.
Yes!
What I do with him?
I treat him. Very much thank you!
Au revoir, Lady.
His ... foreigner!
- Good afternoon, man. - Good afternoon!
- Can I help it? - Thank you.
Thank you.
Does he want help with that?
No. Certainly with you the five give last steps.
Let it help me!
This is for you.
Mr. Poirot, did not have to be had bothered.
No, no. What plays the fool, Beauty queen Lemon.
Hastings, the knife, please!
Merci.
And now?
What it finds, Beauty queen Lemon?
Marvellous?
Now it will not already return leaning dangerously
to see the hours.
There was same that that I wanted.
There are never two reasons for which I will be a millionaire.
What they are?
The first one...
... it is because it would never do you were hating them tartes of pig.
And the second one...
... I am too understanding for with my employees.
When it exaggerated.
Translation and Legendagem Ricardo Coelho / CRISTBET, Lda.