Agatha Christie's Poirot (1989) s03e04 Episode Script

NEST OF WASPS Excuse, Poirot.
I thought that, since she was visiting the sister, it would be more simple to find us in the estacão.
The problem of the Mrs.
Japp is that, when one gives him a soup bowl of tea, it loses the notion of the time.
- It is better enrage, we are there.
- Not even to think Yes, Inspector-chief.
And a sensible suggestion.
Come, Hastings.
We are going to look for a taxi.
He knows how he is when he has not a decent case in weeks.
I thought that perhaps a beauty afternoon in a party of garden it was livening up it.
The only thing what the debit to liven up today it is the discovery of a body in " Lucky Dip ".
Is it still tied up with the stomach? It is necessary to have been the sandwich of mayonnaise of crab that I ate to the lunch.
It was a good way of spending the afternoon of rest, to suffer of a food poisoning.
Go, Captain Hastings.
We are later.
Marble Hill Park, please.
- That one is not ? - Hastings? that model, the girl driving of the car.
I am certain of what I already saw it before.
In a cape of magazine.
- Is anybody at home? - Wanted Care! So the clothes crease me.
What it finds? I think that I am a type very much, very lucky.
Come, we go for inside before we are even pricked to the death.
He knows that here there are wasps on the whole side.
- Who was that man? - Man? With a strange air, it was going out when I arrived.
- It went out in a very pretty black car.
- I lament.
What I know, nobody was for here.
Only you.
By the way, how his car is? Remember of checking the brakes, he said that they seemed very spongy.
Boys and girls, this cactus does not give flower there are 200 years.
what I can do? To water it! Clear, to keep on watering it! Inspector-chief, you.
is not Japp still with you? Her sister has flu and it does not want to spread the microbes.
A clairvoyant! Is it going to try his luck? I find that not, mon ami.
In spite of being a matter it deigns of study.
There she is again, she is same.
Molly as one calls? Deane.
The model Who had given me to have brought to 150.
The new toy.
I give him two, perhaps three weeks.
I lost it.
It went away - How much does he want for these? - Nineteen Claude? Is it playing to what? Molly! Claude, is removed of Wanted, I thought what had been lost.
- See who I found.
- And you who there is, Claude? One did not say what was going to be still a politician! It was same with you what he wanted to speak.
He knows the nest of wasps of what it released me in last Summer? They are of turn, and this time they want vengeance.
To the thousands, giving with me in madman in that garden Right.
I am going to see what I can do.
Can I appear On Friday in the morning? Very well! It is better to return for the near show.
I find that the public it is impatient.
We are going to take tea.
Thank you! Has not he been bothering it, has? Claude Langton? Clear what not.
- Two teas, please.
- Certainly.
Completely what he wants now it is which knots two we are happy.
Sincerely.
What is already passed there goes.
- Very much thank you.
- Good tea.
- Monkeys bite me! - What was? I recognize that intellectual in any side! also I see that they are lifted problems what concerns health Be certain! I have been having pains of stomach the day completely.
- Almost they kill me - Did anybody speak in death? Monsieur Poirot, since it is? Well, as always, do I wait? Mon Dieu! Monsieur John Harrison! What unexpected pleasure! It seems that it spent an eternity from the last time.
I suppose that it has been in the funeral one of the Father.
Pardon, this is my fiancee, Molly.
Molly, Monsieur Hercule Poirot, the famous detective.
- How it is? - Enchanté, Mademoiselle.
The father of Monsieur Harrison was mine first and more expensive friend in this country.
Monsieur Harrison is a writer of some reputation, n'est-ce shovels? Does it already have - combien?- three published books? To serious? How are they entitled? I can already have read one.
Well, let me see, the first one is " Dualism and Determinism, An Exploration of the Platonic Philosophy ".
And then we have it " Ethics Aristotélica, Short Guide for Metaphysical Works of " - Monsieur Poirot! Read leaves of tea! That it astonishes! Have to tell me the fortune, please! Bien sure.
Allow me, merci.
one feels.
Voilá.
I apologise for the baton.
Merci.
You punish the Mademoiselle did it drink of this soup bowl? Yes, which goes on? What he sees? Clear that I can be quite mistaken I wait to be But I see a distorted image in the black clouds and Troubled waters.
Mademoiselle, I see a future very dangerous for both I find what is better the doctor calls.
- Do we return doing it? - Yes! Now it is in good hands, my friend.
To which hours is it the operation? They said that about six hours.
About six hours.
I wait what is not a great one Mount Calvary, companion! When I was operated it was a hell! During one week, I felt a sharp pain in the right side So, Hastings.
I am certain of what the Inspector-chief does it want to rest a little, is not it? There is what the foresight of Poirot does it become true, n'est-ce shovels? Let's suit that completely that of reading the fate it is a nonsense! Billet what yes, Hastings Something saw them to me in the soup bowl of Molly Dean, was not it? And they were not leaves of tea.
Hastings, is remembered of what color he was the baton that Mademoiselle Dean was it using this afternoon? Dressing pale pink what.
It was matching the scarf.
D'accord.
However, while examining the soup bowl of near, I found tracks, not only of the pink baton, but also of another color, a red fort and lively one.
" Drunk in the Club.
On Wednesday: Party of garden in Marble Hill Park.
" Good lunch with the Monsieur Poirot.
And apologise to him for me I was not lucky with to petrol, healthy you last of gnawing! I will try with something stronger.
Perhaps appear and try again in Wednesday at night? On Wednesday yes, very well.
Of exit, Molly, he could be an angel and leave me in No, today I do not go for these sides, Claude.
Excuse.
Up to soon at night, wanted.
And for the sake of God, drive with care! Then I can have lunch more early, Mr.
Poirot? Today we are going to tone up the twins and the thighs Yes, Mrs.
Lemon.
In no way it is possible to be late for his classroom to keep one's cool.
Sacré! He knows, it would not do to him badly any to try one or two exercises.
Thank you, Poirot.
" Use his energy to keep one's cool ".
Absurdity! Be nothing of evil in the body of Poirot! It is in the height of the physical condition.
Do I have everything? Revealer, hair gel, liquid of stopping, stopwatch It was not intending to use the bathroom in the near half hour? Well, let me consult the diary, Hastings.
No, it looks that not.
Just as well.
It will be needed me, he knows where I am.
- Then, up to Wednesday.
- Right.
Taxi! Whitehaven Mansions, please.
Pardon, it will be what No, it is completely well.
Will it be that I heard Whitehaven Mansions? Yes, correct.
- Do we share the taxi? - Yes, clear.
I obtained interesting variations of tone due to the paper of low contrast.
But this is not good, Hastings.
It is not good at all.
Exaggerated exhibition? It must have stopped to 16 No, not, Poirot! It always gives sinister interpretations for the most innocent subjects.
Pardon? What it finds, Mr.
Poirot? We gave for us in the same taxi - Monsieur Harrison, bonjour.
- Bonjour.
The Mademoiselle Dean is not it with you? She apologises, one appeared interview of job on top of the hour.
A hotel when nothing was lost in the middle of, for North, she would run for there.
No, not, no.
I invited them, am I what I offer.
In this case, I invite them both taking tea for the week that comes.
- In this season it is absolu - Mr.
Harrison? Phone call for you.
I think that there was an accident Do not be preoccupied, wanted.
I am well I am still shuddering, but No, I do not know what it happened, of sudden the brakes I know.
They said that it is going to stay up to Monday to repair the car.
- I suppose that it has to be here.
- Yes.
Yes, clear what Yes, it is well, wanted.
Goodbye.
- Is the Mademoiselle Dean well? - Yes, thank goodness.
Yes, it is well What annoyed, to be a prisoner in that hotel on the whole weekend.
But the principal is that one did not hurt.
A few scratches only under the right knee.
What valley is that the sheaths they use further down this year.
Come, we are going to take a tea.
When it took care going down thereabouts, Poirot.
And territory of the wasps.
There is a damned nest near that tree.
I was already pricked three times.
- What he said, mon ami? - He said to be careful Non! Non! Non! Mon Dieu! Is it well, Poirot? It is better to see The free air had to be closed in the Summer! The Captain Hastings is questioned about mine hatred for flying and trailing things.
The reason is attached to the fact of trying always to kill oneself! I had here Claude in last week trying to get rid of that, but in vain.
He is going to try again in Wednesday at night.
- Claude? - Langton.
Excuse, I thought what had known it in the party.
The type dressed up as clown.
Sculptor, it has a not very distant studio from here.
He and Molly were fiances.
It is going now to do one year.
But then it is one of those things that happen, they moved away and we approached.
But there are no resentments.
It makes me realize it how lucky I am.
Well, teaspoons Here it is.
It is tomorrow night, ás seven and it halves, table for eight in the Porchester.
- Appear, I know that they go away to amuse.
- Yes, very much.
I never went to a parade.
- It seems that be very amusing.
- Yes, really.
And obliged to both for the pleasant afternoon.
It had to go to the pharmacy, with this prick of wasp Yes, that is with you.
Henderson.
It is only to follow the way near the pub.
She must have a cream or any one thing to relieve the inchaço.
Oui! The pharmacy.
More certainement, we pass there of way.
Au revoir.
- Goodbye.
I was liking leaving of preoccupying, but the questions keep on whistling in my head, like wasps around the nest.
- Do you ask? - Be questioned, Hastings.
Because the brakes failed of Mademoiselle Dean a few hours later of having being inspected for Monsieur John Harrison? Because it did not get the Monsieur Langton to destroy the nest of wasps in the garden of Monsieur Harrison? And very important: Who put petrol in the reservoir? And why? Petrol in the reservoir? Excuse, Poirot.
- I do not understand the logic of that.
- No, Hastings? Because it finds what Monsieur Langton it imposes his presence the Mademoiselle Dean with such passion in the party of the garden? - What gathers from everything that? - The kiss, Hastings! The red make-up of clown what was still in her lips.
Yes, the soup bowl of tea, I had already forgotten.
Poor girl! - Then it finds what it should link - Hastings, the pharmacy.
Good afternoon, they said to us for to ask after the Lady Henderson.
- You.
Henderson I am.
- And I am Hercule Poirot I know.
In what I can help it? I had the unhappiness to be pricked for a wasp in the garden of the Monsieur John Harrison, it is in the neck and it seems to be swelling enough I give him a colorless solution of iodine to apply, if not to matter of waiting for a moment.
Between and speak with her.
Hastings! Speak with her! - On what? - Any thing! - Does it manage this siege alone? - Since my husband died.
The fact was that there are a few years, they are not to me much to manage.
Good type, John Harrison.
Does it know it? Yes, he gave me a copy of one of his books, the " Ethics Aristotélica ".
I thought that it had great vision, did it already read that one? No, still not.
I think that to marry goes away with that model, Molly Dean.
He is a funny couple, like Albert Einstein and Ginger Rogers.
- I suppose them to myself that the love is so - Yes Well, they Did he want more anything? No, excuse.
Pardon Then, here it has.
It is very good, one uses them moderately.
They are nine pence, please.
En passant, Lady, he will not know where we can find a such one of Monsieur Claude Langton? Yes, one of the artists more avant garde what this way they survive.
They find it at the new home while turning of the corner, the one that has zigzags in the front door.
It is impossible not to give with her.
Merci beaucoup, Lady, it was of an extreme usefulness.
Au revoir.
Hastings? Did private detective say? Then what it does this way? - Is it investigating any crime? - Well Perhaps.
- A serious crime? - Of more serious than there is, Monsieur.
- It means - Murder.
But I did not hear in no murder.
No, he cannot have heard.
For the time being it still did not happen.
If we will be able to investigate a murder before happening, then we can even Well, it is an idea to obstruct it.
I do not see well what that be able to have to do with me.
Mademoiselle Molly Dean.
It links and the man fiances were, n'est-ce shovels? Look That was that there is more than one year.
They are past waters.
- Now we are only good friends.
- Certainly, Monsieur Langton.
What a dazzling dress! I still guard at home her some old photographies, but that still does not mean what I Very well! What he wants that I say? Still to master, is it well? Desperately.
But I already do not represent anything for her.
It is a thing which I meet of learning to deal.
It is not going to be easy, it is going to be difficult like the ray.
But murder? No, Mr.
Poirot, I am afraid well that, this time, it has been deceived.
The fact is that the Johnny is the best friend what I have in the world.
It was not managing to hurt it, it was not getting even In my opinion, completely this of reading the fate it is affecting it.
You talk on investigating a crime what still did not even happen.
It is doing a storm in a glass of water, it wants to be known.
Sacré, Hastings! I cannot even go to the bathroom without seeing the Suspended Gardens of the Babylon! Excuse, they must already be dry.
And I am not doing a storm in a glass of water! No, Hastings.
This time the proofs are very strong.
What you prove? In the shelf from above of the studio of Monsieur Langton.
Did not he see? But I knew that there was of there being.
He knew that there was of there being because I saw the register of his purchase in the pharmacy.
Did he know that there was there what? The poison, Hastings.
Cyanide of potassium.
A little stronger of what to petrol to kill the wasps, no? Thousand deaths of an alone blow.
And then, so easily, thousand and one.
Combining an enormous charm and distinction, both in the cloth and in the line, " The Cheerful Widow ", a lovely model, when the black crepe was moulded well, with white counts in the sleeves.
The black cape of "chiffon" worked like what it hovers to our turn while we walk.
Lightly feminine, with a touch of elegance.
An irresistible choice for the summer nights.
" Wool Bohéme ".
A pink model and gilded in silk of sari.
"Prelude".
Edged ingeniously the income gilded on silk-ivory.
A revelation in this station, " Mermaid ", an entrancing dress divinely sculpted with green velvet and silver, with low neckline behind what is deeply sublime.
The echarpe from turquoise satin it is imprisoned to the shoulders for floating panels, and the shoulders supported by brooches from diamond.
A creation what it is already conquering the United States, of Nova Iorque the Hollywood.
So discreet and, however, so grand is " Gloriana ", fusing the classic gracefulness of a dress from golden satin Hastings, we will go to the wings.
- Pardon? - Immediatement.
Notice the perfection of the line, and rhythm of movement: " of end-week " it combines a dress radiant of white "crepe" pearl S'il vous plait, we look the Mademoiselle Molly Dean.
It links already if it dispatched.
I think that it went out with a gentleman.
Merci b - Mademoiselle, this dress - Excuse, I cannot stop! Come, Hastings! Fast, Hastings! His camera! What? And now as it is? Does the head still throb? Perhaps be a retarded effect of the accident.
Well, I am down there, it will be needed me No.
I cannot affirm what it should link say something to me.
It does not come in our " albums of portraits ", otherwise I was recognizing it.
But why completely this? Does there go on anything that he should know? No, it swims so that it is necessary to preoccupy, Inspector-chief.
Specially, in his current state.
Now does one feel better, yes? No, I feel worse.
It seems a descent to the infernos, I think that they did not put me sleeping convenientemente.
Interest that I felt each incision what the surgeon did when it was cutting me - Hastings, I think that now we should have gone away.
The Lady Japp comes for it still this morning, yes? - To the eleven and it halves.
- Good.
We wait to see it of health very much soon.
Au revoir! Obliged by the chocolates! It is not of use, Hastings.
It does not go away.
It happened completely and, however, nothing happened.
This Certainement is the moment more difficult of my run.
To resolve a crime what does not exist.
Good, I am again of exit.
He is sure it not to want to come, Mr.
Poirot? It can relieve a little of this tension.
Well, to change of ideas, it is in 35 of Devonshire Street.
They have three classrooms daily, a program of physical exercise I complete, what exercises the whole body.
And not only the thumbs.
Do I ask immense excuse, it is well? And he is sure it to be treated of the same man, Inspector chefe? Yes? Obliged because of phoning.
Au revoir! In the hospital Devonshire Street The pieces begin to fit! Enfin! For where it goes now? Hastings, I am going to discover if I am certain or missed.
I suppose that that leaves me free.
Unfortunately oui, Hastings.
But not! He could buy me bicarbonate of sodium.
Bicarbonate of sodium? Poirot, what pleasant surprise! Bonjour, Monsieur Harrison.
Mademoiselle Dean is not it with you this afternoon? Molly? It is there inside.
It has a migraine or thing of the type.
It seems that it gave to him last night after the parade.
- I wait what passes him - And Monsieur Claude Langton, to which hours does he come to destroy the nest of wasps? To the seven and it halves, he said.
I suppose that it arrives to hours.
To hours.
The man from whom it stole his most precious love, oui? There comes tonight the house of his rival, provided with mortal poison.
What is insinuating? Which Claude Langton can try Good Lord! We Are in England! The jealous claimants they do not walk thereabouts killing persons! For besides, Claude Langton it does not do badly to a fly.
No? Right now it is be preparing to take away the life to thousands of wasps There, near the roots of the tree.
The wasps turn the house, calm in the end of the day.
Inside one hour and a half there is going to be destruction, and they do not know.
For the wasps, there is no a Hercule Poirot who warns them.
Et bien, the sun is still hot, the night is pleasant to walk.
It is not opposed the one that returns later to see this destruction of the wasps? No, clear.
Make itself at home.
I turn ás seven and it halves.
Monsieur Langton and Mademoiselle Did Dean, go away both though, yes? Yes Yes.
Both went away though.
And since one feels now, Monsieur? I? Well.
Because it would not be? Where it is wanting to arrive? Do I see that it took tea, n'est-ce shovels? One remembers of the party of the garden, when I saw the future? It allows to me that it returns doing it, please? Agitate it.
No, no.
Because this time it is different This time, are we going to look backwards, yes? For the past Because the past is it clear like crystal, n'est-ce shovels? Clear like the crystals of cyanide what are in this soup bowl! No, not, not, Monsieur! This does not shock it, because he was you who placed them here! It is not of use, mon ami.
I know everything.
I know, such as you knew, what the case between Monsieur Langton and Mademoiselle Dean it did not finish as they say.
And in the last weeks, his fiancee has been approaching very much of his ancient love, is not it? In public, she pretends to reject it but in deprived, the old flame is still lighted.
Clear that there was nothing of missed with her brakes of the car, you had already checked.
No, a lot of deliberadamente, Mademoiselle Dean it shocks with a tree.
In order that it be two days old far from you, two days what it passed in the company of Claude Langton.
Knowing that it was breaking heart, she cannot reveal him his secret case.
But the signs, it is clear, they are there for the one who will want to read them.
At home of Monsieur Langton there is a photography of his ancient girlfriend, he said to me that this photography was old, that now she does not like already him.
But he lies! The photography will be recent, because she has been dressing a model so modern, what it would be impossible to have been a servant there are months.
Does the lens ever lie, yes? When I see his face, done not provided for moments, I see the deep hatred I already saw it previously, my friend.
And I know how far it can take a man He said that this night Claude Langton must bring seven near ás and it halves.
But that is not true.
No.
He was coming more early.
At seven hours.
Right, are we going to try again, yes? If this not to result, nothing results He arrived to hours, it was seized of immediate one to the work.
When he was not seeing, it was as he said I put cyanide in the soup bowl Good Lord! what I did? Mon ami, already told him that I know everything.
Also I know that he is an ill man.
And what has been consulting a doctor in Devonshire Street, The surgeon, Sr.
Belvedere.
It had finished of coming from the consultation in Friday in the morning, when it found my secretary, Mrs.
Lemon, to the bottom of the street.
This afternoon also I visited the same doctor.
It is not difficult to find it.
I have his photography in the pocket.
And he told me that you had two months of life.
Is not it so? He said that about October, everything could Clear what he broke the confidencialidade of his client, he saw them to me what was of his interest to meet with Mademoiselle Dean in the parade of fashion and to give him the tragic piece of news.
The explanation is this for her state when it came here.
But only when Claude arrived it is what it links told me what he knew.
Claude! Good Lord! Molly, which was? Excuse, John it is And what I know.
Dr.
Belvedere told everything to me last night.
I am seeing John, I lament very much.
I lament even very much.
It does not lament anything, none of the two laments even anything! Skirt! Go out from here and of my life, or of what it remains of her! Go, Langton, keep her.
And what he always wanted, what it always planned, keep her and go out! I saw them leaving from the garden.
I waited up to being sure of what they had gone away, and then It swallowed the poison.
When it suspected for the first time of what I ? When I saw to petrol in the reservoir.
Because this was the first phase of his plan, was not it? When Monsieur Claude Langton it was coming to kill the wasps with a spray of petrol, it was failing.
Why? It is simple.
Because you poured half of the tin in the reservoir and it returned filling it with water of the faucet.
He knew that when Monsieur Langton it was returning, it would bring cyanide.
The same cyanide what you would be going to use to commit a murder.
Not a murder, a suicide.
Murder.
The death what it planned for you it would be quick and simple.
But the death what it planned for Monsieur Langton it would be the worst death for a man.
He bought the poison, his name is in the register.
After going out from his house, you are found dead man, the cyanide in the soup bowl and Claude Langton.
He would be hung.
His plan was this.
Was not it, Monsieur? From here to a few minutes one finishes completely.
I find that not, my friend.
It is not very common die because of swallowing bicarbonate of sodium.
What? The exchange was not difficult, Monsieur Claude Langton he had to buy a stronger lock for the door of the rears.
Poirot, I I do not even know what to say.
Mon ami, is dying, it lost the girl whom he was loving.
But there is a thing that is not: A murderer.
There well in the bottom of heart.
I do not even want already to kill those wasps.
The fact is that I got used to them.
Appear again, it does not appear? Before Before being late, mon ami.
And Poirot thank goodness what came.