Agatha Christie's Poirot (1989) s05e03 Episode Script

The YELLOW IRIS Barton, please.
Do not try to detain me, Pauline.
I have to do it.
I am afraid.
Do not have.
Two years.
Almost to the day.
You are going to rest, Iris.
Interest.
Good morning, Poirot.
Bonjour, Hastings.
Only is he going to eat that? - And what more exists? - A good British breakfast.
And what is that? Porridges of oat, two eggs, sausage, bacon, tomato, toast, sweet and a teapot of tea.
In the whole case, it is what I eat.
After so great meal, I think that it would return for the bed.
No, not, no For Poirot, this is enough.
There is something which it likes in the English cookery? The Englishmen have no cookery, my friend, only eaten.
That is not much severe.
The very past meat.
The vegetables soft.
The cheese is not edible.
And when the Englishmen do his wines themselves, I return for Belgium.
Then, this restaurant it must be the ideal for you.
" It reads Jardin des Cygnes ".
It opens this week in Jermyn Street.
They say that it will have the best food Frenchwoman of London.
Brought definitely of the origin.
It reads Jardin des Cygnes.
This name é - familiar me.
O.
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garden of signs? Swans, Hastigs, swans.
Then, perhaps come in the menu.
It seems completely so exotic.
What he says to me? Dinner for two? I say that it is an hour of working.
Thank you.
Here it is, Beauty queen Lemon.
Fight to the l'heure.
Good morning, Mr.
Poirot.
Bonjour, Beauty queen Lemon.
What has there? I found it next to the mail.
I imagine that someone has left it for you.
An admiradora, perhaps? The yellow iris.
First the Jardin des Cygnes.
And now this.
Is it a conspiracy? - Poirot? - Because he talks to me about this restaurant? - And the lady ? - It did not want to afflict it.
The yellow iris.
He returns to provoke me.
Is my old man, felt well? Does it need anything? No, thank you, Beauty queen Lemon.
Please, they are felt.
There is a weight what I will take away of the chest.
- The yellow iris.
- Yes, the yellow iris.
It remembers to me a case what I could not resolve.
I cannot believe! Not for my fault.
One remembers of inviting me visiting it, when he was living in Argentina? That was that there are two years.
It was to go, it canceled them to me á Last hour.
In fact, it was what I told him.
But it did not go on quite so.
It was very glad because of going to visit it.
It would be the first time what would go á Argentina.
I called in Buenos Aires, and it had to to follow to his group in the Pampas.
But a general strike had interropido the transport services, and I was obliged being in a hotel.
You are a liar and an impostor, and I never again want to see you.
Pauline Completely what you said to me.
The promises what you did.
You are not of all interested in me It is not true.
you are only using me to manage to reach Barton.
What he said was felt.
I am in love with you.
It is true that I want the interview, but The answer is not.
I do not help you.
You cannot come to the dinner.
And I do not want to see you again.
The way of the true love ? It was running so well, even Wait! I know it.
I already saw his portrait.
The man is Hercule Poirot.
According to the noises, Daily pays.
Yrigoyen will not last very much.
- Is already it old? - He is 79 years old.
But it is not the question.
It is isolated.
It has the soldiers from a side, and the catholics of other.
It is a question of time, up to pushing one of the factions of there.
Is it therefore that it is here? No.
I walk being still Barton Russell and the partner, Stephen Carter.
In fact, the Sump is there, with the drink in the hand.
Oil was discovered in the south and they try to obtain the concession.
They mounted a company joined: the Sovereign Oil.
Drunk Su, señor.
Thank you.
Santé.
Greet.
Tell me, then who is his friendly young person? She is Pauline Weatherby.
He must already have heard of the beautiful sisters Weatherby.
Pauline and Iris.
Daughters of Lord Weatherby.
No He was a labor deputy and it did fortune in the textiles.
When it died, the Iris inherited everything.
And is Iris Weatherby also here? Clear.
She is the wife of Barton Russell.
It will be there, soon, in the Jardin des Cygnes.
Barton is going to do a great dinner, and I was trying that Pauline was inviting me.
The fact is that I find that Russell it weaves something, and I want to be the first one discovering what.
Then, General? Do we have agreement? It was very convincing, Señor Russell.
Titles of the Treasure? It seemed appropriate.
Let's consider the sealed agreement.
There was a certain atmosphere in the hotel.
It was not only of the heat, but also of the uncertainty.
It was intuiting also the growing one sensation of ailment, even of fear.
Use this.
Thank you.
Room 21 7, please.
Thank you.
He is you.
is not Poirot? Yes.
I saw it speaking with that writer.
It is not Is not it here in service, no? No, no.
I am on the woolen way Pampas.
It was going away to you, it was walking.
This here is very dangerous.
Buenos Aires are a siege to avoid.
It is very gentle on his part, Monsieur.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Hello, Íris.
What happened á electricity? One more fault of current? He wanted my key, please.
- Iris I need of speaking with you.
- Now? - Can I take this? - Yes, certainly.
- Where Barton is? - I do not know.
I did not see it.
- Who was the man with whom he was speaking? - Nobody.
A tourist only.
I did not think that there were tourists here.
It is not the best height.
It was what it was trying to explain him.
Iris I ask for him.
He does not know what it is doing.
- I know very well.
I am going to put an end.
- And too late.
For you, perhaps.
Iris, please.
Be going to destroy me! He must have thought about that before be wrapping in such a adventure.
- What imports in that? Nobody knows.
- I know.
And I do not manage to live with that, Stephen.
Simply I do not get.
I will never forget the words of Iris Weatherby.
So it was then that I decided what also I would have for dinner in the restaurant call Reads Jardin des Cygnes.
Barton, cariño, what kindness to invite myself.
Lola You are lovely.
He lets you present me.
You know my woman, Íris.
Clear.
His sister, Pauline, Much pleasure.
And this is my new partner, Stephen Carter.
- How it is? - How it is? This is Lola Valdez, whose dance it has been giving what to speak in Argentina.
Do not take me amiss, Barton, but I bring a friendly English young person.
- Good night, man.
- Good night.
He is a periodicalist, a journalist.
And it is going to do a history on me.
To talk about me to the whole England.
A great favor does us to all.
Do the favor of gathering us, Mr.
Chapell.
Señorita, does it give me permission that arranges space? It is even cheeky, Sr.
Chapell.
- It would arrange the form of coming.
- To obtain your history? The history that goes for the devil.
I came to see you.
They say that the food here is excellent.
He saw my show, Mrs.
Russell? No.
I am not apreciadora of dance.
You lost a great acting, wanted.
Barton? Do you mind? No.
It enjoys yourself.
The city was ready exploding.
The soldiers were on the whole side, and a great deal of the streets were closed.
It was in this scenery that it would have place the dinner of Barton Russell.
Allow what shows up.
I am Luigi de Monico, the owner.
Welcome Jardin des Cygnes Reads it.
It is very gentle.
Excuse my delay.
I was kept by disturbances in the city.
The best table for my illustrious guest.
Thank you.
Thank you, Barton, thank you.
It was amused.
He is that detective What he does here? It is a free country.
At least it was, when we entered.
It is true, I must take notice of my broker in London, before it is laid.
I forgot you I never think about you In the way as you were walking In the way as you were speaking In the things that you were saying Merci.
I see what it favors the red rose of England.
It is bothered, I tell it to take away.
No, not, no.
In no way.
It is a question of harmony.
All the tables they have a red rose, except that one what has a yellow iris.
It is an order, Monsieur.
A specific order.
It is the favorite flower of there bella Signora.
- Lady lris Russell? - The husband insisted.
A romantic one is.
I wish him a good dinner.
Merci.
my love was blind.
Now I already forgot you I do not think already any more about you.
But what had had lain I will think about you To think about you To think about you Up to á my death.
I like a great deal of her.
My ladies, my men.
I want to do a toast.
It is when if it is far from house, what he better knows to be gone by the friends.
So, it is to you that I drink, and specially á my dear wife, Íris.
What I can say? In the words of the song I will think about you up to dying.
To the Iris.
To the Iris.
Thank you.
Iris! I lament very much.
No! Cyanide of potassium.
It is not possible.
Here it is.
What he is saying? The Iris does not kill itself! One would never kill! - No! - My God I suggest what one does not touch in anything up to bringing the police officer near.
My biggest fears they had come true.
But while I was getting ready to investigate the death of Iris R.
, other events were imposed.
When I went down for the breakfast, in the next morning, the hotel was empty.
Apparently, so much the guests like the people they had escaped.
Mr.
Poirot! Did he already hear the news? It is incredible! There was a coup d'etat.
According to the noises, President Yrigoyen was killed.
Anyway, the soldiers took the power.
It looks that, at last, it is going to have his history.
With everything what went on today.
And with the Iris Excuse.
Again, Mademoiselle, my condolences.
I do not manage to believe, Mr.
Poirot.
The Iris would never kill itself.
Is he Hercule Poirot? - I am, yes.
- It is imprisoned.
- Wait there - Silence! Come immediately.
Do not be preoccupied, M.
Poirot.
I call the French Embassy.
No, no! The Belgian Embassy! We know everything in his respect, Señor Poirot.
It is here like spy.
That is ridiculous! He can see my passport.
It is forged.
It understands that it could to tell it to shoot in this instant? I want to speak with the consul He is not going to speak with anybody.
Inside an hour a ship goes out of Ensenada.
The man will be on board.
- But - There is no discussion.
Take it! And it was so that it finished.
I was taken to a ship and deported in the same day.
In third class! It is therefore that it was never.
But for which devil do I ever call myself? Imprisoned and deported Hercule Poirot like a common criminal! It was something that not to count was preferring.
And then, who killed Iris Russell? It was never discovered.
The official verdict was a suicide.
And it is possible.
The body was brought to England.
And the case was shut in.
- Up to now.
- Yes.
The yellow iris.
It finds what can have been sent to him like notice? A new Jardin des Cygnes it opens in London.
And in the day in which that is announced, I receive a yellow iris embarrass mail.
No.
I think that it is before a request of help.
But of whom? It is that that now we will discover.
Of whom was it the restaurant? I think that the name of the owner was Luigi.
He was an Italian.
An Italian with a French restaurant in a South American city.
And now it opened here in London.
Signor Poirot! - Good what to have here.
- Señor Luigi.
It is happening completely again A disaster.
The Signor Russell phoned to do a reserve.
Six persons, he says I eat of the Last time.
Again he wants a yellow iris.
This time, there povvera Signora Russell it is not here.
- Do they come in Friday? - You.
My night of opening.
- Exactamente two years later.
- Saint Deus! He says that they are six places, Barton Russell more five persons? A meeting? I need a guide of the London theaters.
We are going to begin of the beginning, please.
One, two, three and Good Està, for now.
Very much thank you.
Thank you.
Mademoiselle, it will be that one remembers of that fatal night, in the Jardin des Cygnes, in Buenos Aires.
Clear that I remember.
That terrible night! Which animals were the police officers.
They asked so many questions! And why? It was obvious! - Does it think which Lady Russell committed suicide? - Clear what committed suicide.
But why? Because he knew that Barton he was already not loving it.
Did it know it well? From that time you saw again.
Russell? Yes.
He is a good friend.
And I need the friends.
I lost everything.
- Would it leave Argentina? - Thanks to the new regime! It had many friends in the ancient one I govern.
And now I am in the exile.
But, call, what is the cause of his visit? Hastings and I came to welcome this country, and to inform it from what we will come to his show in Friday.
I am afraid to have to disillusion them.
In this night there is no show.
I have a promise to have dinner.
He knows, is curious Now there is a Jardin des Cygnes in London.
And there that I go.
" Sovereign Oil " imminent Bankruptcy.
" How you were able to write this? I do not realize you.
- Pauline, I am a journalist.
- You are an informer, Antony.
Pauline.
It returns, Pauline.
Mr.
Poirot! Much pleasure in it see it again.
This is my partner, Capitão Hastings.
Enter.
In fact the history happens again.
I am talking with Pauline, and the man appears.
And this dinner in Friday.
- Then, also is it invited? - Yes I and Pauline.
We are fiances.
At least we were.
After this small hitch, who knows? It is therefore that we are here.
Did he already speak with Barton Russell? No.
He has been supporting himself in the shadow.
The truth wants to be known, I feel sorry it belongs of Stephen Carter.
Why? It never belonged to the group of Barton.
It was, basically, a subcontractor of the British Government.
It had subsidies to look for oil somewhere in the north of England, in the Derbyshire, or so.
Then because Barton wanted to work with him? It is a good question.
The Sump was looking his great opportunity.
Concessions of oil cost millions.
The business of the oil does it always bring many risks, is not it? Yes.
But they had the concession in the hands.
They had obtained it of a type called Pear tree.
Pear tree? It was not him that fastened it? General Pereira.
Yes.
After the blow he became a Minister of the Oil.
But in his article, he says that it is already not in the power.
Exactamente.
I find what was caught red-headed too much times, even for the Argentinian government.
It seems that it goes of this for better.
Then, the Severeign Oil goes with him.
He is Hercule Poirot.
Yes, Mr.
Poirot, I am going to leave.
I am going to return for what I do better.
What is that, exactamente, Mr.
Sump? I had my business itself, before the Sovereign Oil.
Before Barton Russell.
- And now is it going to return on this business? - It will be possible to remove it of this confusion.
Most of his financing was not it coming from the government? Yes.
We were doing diggings for the government in Derbyshire and in Scotland.
It was an interesting work, though, clear, not much profitable.
It was, then, that that attracted it in the Sovereign? Yes.
It was an adventure.
We had been seized áquele perforate in Holy Cross.
But now they lost the concession, Mr.
Sump.
Yes.
More two weeks, and we would have the oil to gush.
We gained that contract honestly, Mr.
Poirot.
And now, we have not anything.
And I give up.
Thank you, Mr.
Sump.
A Last question, is allowed to me.
You will see again.
Barton Russell? By chance - I am going to have this week for dinner with him.
- In the Jardin des Cygnes? It does precisely two years.
I do not see, really, what is of his count, Mr.
Poirot, if I want to do a private dinner with friends He speaks in friends, and however, one of them is a journalist what had just written something not much flattering in his respect.
And other, a businessman what it does not want to do more business with you.
- I see what has been occupied.
- Certainly what yes.
And there is a thing what I still do not understand.
And what is? Anthony Chapell, Stephen Carter, Lola Valdez, Mademoiselle Pauline and the man.
Are they five persons, it is not? And, however, the table is for six.
I eat already he said, it is not of his count.
The sixth place is for the Iris.
- How? - It is a dinner of commemoration.
It is the second anniversary of his death.
And all we will be present.
Pauline I think that it is an awful idea.
I do not want to go.
But you go, Pauline.
Yes.
You cannot order them to me in me forever, Barton.
Only one more month.
With license.
I go for house.
Mademoiselle.
Excuse.
Anyway, now they know already.
Mr.
Russell, be so kind as to tell me.
Because it is going to do this dinner? Because it wants to entertain the night of the death of his wife? It is well, I tell him.
It is very simple, a man Poirot.
I know He always knew.
The Iris did not commit suicide.
It was killed by one of the persons when table was seated áquela.
And I intend to discover which, tomorrow night.
I will already reserve a table for tomorrow, in the Jardin des Cygnes.
Then, does it want to assist á hunted? Right.
Planned by two times.
The dinner.
The restaurant.
Them coexist.
Tomorrow night I have to be there.
To obstruct a second death.
It does not please me what goes to this restaurant.
It can be dangerous.
But when Poirot is wrapped, also he is dangerous.
Even so, it was preferring what the Captain Hastings digs with you.
That's right! The good Captain Hastings.
At this moment it must be in Norfolk, in the village of Reepham.
Because it ordered it there, Mr.
Poirot? What he wants that he finds? A reason for murder Two years.
It does today two years.
I wait what is not been imported that I have come, Mr.
Grove.
It pleases me very much what has done it.
He knows, I was the attorney of his father.
Lord Weatherby, an excellent man.
It worked with Ramsay Macdonald.
And the Iris Russell inherited his fortune.
And his ideals.
She was such a lovely girl.
It was a tragedy.
He was talking to me about Iris's will.
There is no secret as for that.
His husband, Barton Russell, it was, own, wealthy he.
So, his money it passed for the sister, Pauline, being in fidei-commissum until she does 21 years.
I suppose that it is the administrator of the goods? No, the administrator is you.
Russell.
The Iris nominated it guardian of Pauline.
So if Pauline was dying, was Barton keeping the goods? No.
It is what Pauline made own his will.
Though I must not speculate on his intentions, nevertheless for times I am afraid for her.
What I can say to him is the next thing: when she signed the will, it was coming with a young person.
I presumed what was the fiance.
Interpret this as he will want.
Lady, welcome Jardin des Cygnes Reads it.
Sir.
It does favor.
Thank you.
Then here we are all.
Signor Poirot.
Señor Luigi.
Good night.
- Are they all here? - Yes.
And I have a message for you.
Merci.
It belongs of the Captain Hastings.
C'est bien.
As for table that has for me, I do not need already her.
I know that it is something strange, to celebrate so the anniversary of a death, but I am right.
And I think that it is a height of explaining me.
There are two years, my woman died to a table like this one, in a room so.
Same five persons were surrounding it.
The police officer the Argentinian police officer it registered a verdict of suicide.
But I know.
He always knew.
And today it wants to discover the truth, Monsieur Russell.
Mr.
Poirot It was not waiting for it.
But I was there in the first night, was not it? It is true.
And also I I want to discover the truth.
It lets it be, Barton.
It is right, Mr.
Poirot, had to be here.
Please, one gathers us.
Thank you.
What goes on? What you were going to say, Barton? What it thinks that the wife was killed for one of the persons to this table.
- Wait there - But who would do to him badly? - It is a madness.
- Clear what is.
The Iris committed suicide.
Everyone knows that.
I do not believe what it links if it has committed suicide.
And I can prove it.
I am going to speak with the band.
I have a surprise for all.
- Mr.
does not it manage to obstruct Poirot? - Do not be preoccupied.
Mr.
Poirot I am afraid.
There is no need, Mademoiselle.
I forgot you I never think about you In the way as you were walking In the way as you were speaking In the things that you were saying - Good Lord! She is the same music.
What his play is? He would not be able to say today, certainly, If your eyes They were blue or grey I forgot you I never think about you The smile, the touch, What they meant so much In given height of my life.
I forgot you I never think about you I changed of ideas My love was blind.
Now I already forgot you I do not think already any more about you.
But what had had lain I will think about you To think about you To think about you Up to á my death.
Does it transport us in the time, is not it? Let's go, Sump, it raises the glass.
How it was our toast are there two years? To the Iris.
Absolutely.
To the Iris.
Cursed be.
To the Iris.
To the Iris.
- To the Iris.
- To the Iris.
And now, Barton? That other things you go Skies.
What devil My god! No! No! This did not have to happen.
Skies, Pauline! It is killed.
Small poor person.
And I who was judging what could protect it.
To protect it? It helped to kill it.
I am cold.
I already asked coffee, Mademoiselle.
It was preferring something stronger.
The fault is mine.
It must have made calculations.
Pauline always said she knew any thing about the Iris.
Therefore they killed it.
No, Mr.
Russell.
It was not therefore that the girl Pauline would die.
Then why? No, no.
It is not that that we should have asked.
We have two murders.
And to resolve the second one we will back two years, even to a first one.
Because it had the Lady Iris Russell of dying? Then it agrees she was killed.
It is obvious.
And there would be perhaps several reasons.
For example, it was an obstacle between you and you.
Russell.
Between us? Ridiculous! Also the newest sister was between and a great fortune.
Pauline was never interested for money.
But the man was interesting himself in her.
It would not be glad because of marrying with a rich heiress? What? And then I killed the Iris why could Pauline inherit? And, finally, it was in his way.
- In mine? - Yes, in his, Monsieur Carter, In the way for the biggest bet of his run.
In the hotel in Buenos Aires, I heard by chance Be going to destroy iris me! He must have thought about that before of be wrapping in such a adventure.
- What imports in that? Nobody knows.
- I know.
And I do not manage to live with that, Stephen.
The one that ventures was Lady telling to herself Iris? There was no adventure.
Not a loving adventure, but yes a financial adventure? Mr.
Sump, I manage to see with the eyes of the mind, and I am going to demonstrate it.
Please show us what has in the pocket of the scarf.
What? - What it means? - Do what he says! It is not It was the man who put it there! Cyanide of potassium.
The case is resolved Sump.
He always knew that you had been.
Why? Tell to us what it went on really in Buenos Aires? - I cannot.
- The shadow of the death hovers over you.
- No! - Very well, then I count.
His coffee, man.
Bring it, please.
The concessions of exploration of oil what the man and you.
they acquired Russell, they did not come from the legitimate government of president Yrigoyen.
It is right.
It was an idea of Barton.
Then, General? Do we have agreement? He knew that there was going to be a blow.
Titles of the Treasure? Therefore, we were straightly to the rebels, to General Pereira.
And the money what they paid? That what would help the rebels gaining power? Of where it had come? - It was mine.
- No, Mr.
Sump.
He had been entrusted by the government Briton for diggings in this country.
Good Lord! It was this which Lady discovered Iris, and therefore she would be concealed.
The daughter of a labor one might to be fearless seeing bottoms of the government used in the support to a military board? - Clear what not.
- And you killed it, Sump No.
Wait.
Everything what he says is true.
But I did not kill it.
It was he.
I was having to lose so much how much.
But it is forgetting what you.
Russell was not even á table when the champagne was served.
Precisely.
Also today, Barton was not there.
Wait for them to me there.
If the Sump was putting poison in the glass of her, I would see.
It was same to the side.
Exactamente! It means, then, what it links did not kill it.
I was not that I said that yes.
Merci.
Did not the Sump go away, who went? Who, in fact? In Buenos Aires, who might to be brought near of the table with impunity, invisible in the crowd, to poison the drink, and, at the same time, to supply to proof of suicide? As well as today, who walked around the table with a bottle of champagne, only what, this time, the victim would be the Mademoiselle Pauline, and Sump would keep the faults.
In the darkness, when they all are distracted, I put on for all, and however invisibly, the murderer can put the proof and to disappear again, It cannot, Mr.
Russell? What it means? Because he would of wanted to kill Pauline? This afternoon knew that it was the guardian of the Mademoiselle Pauline, and what administers his money until she does 21 years.
- Well then? - This date is for abbreviation.
I know also that it suffered great damages in Argentina.
I believe what goes away to discover that her money disappeared, I spend for you.
This is ridiculous.
This history of the employee, does it find that nobody would have noticed? It noticed the employee what served the coffee are there minutes only? What? Pauline! - I do not understand.
- How it is possible? Pauline! I thought that it had lost you.
You.
Poirot told me, when one sat to my side.
One said what should not touch in the champagne.
It had to pretend to drink and then to pretend to be killed.
And his representation was completed.
Call, it went to lady that the yellow iris ordered me, was not it? It was very much frightened.
It did not want to believe.
But I knew He always knew.
And then it called the Poirot, and he responded to the convocation.
Poirot! Hastings, my friend! How it ran? The case was resolved, and his message was much Usefulness.
Good what.
- Only there is a problem.
- Which? With this clamour completely, I did not manage to eat.
Do not call.
That is even bad.
It is not going to be easy a siege finds to these hours.
It is well a truth.
The English kitchen! It will bring into line what is Only.
When it is cold and dark, and nothing any more is to eat, it is edible.