詹姆斯·贾普 1933年3月27日逝世 一位真正的绅士
4月4日 今天 穿上溜冰鞋吧 赫尔克里 B代表贝克斯希尔 祝好 ABC
Rent is two and six a week,
you pay up front and a week in hand.
Some parcels got delivered for you. We took them up.
I trust you're not going to be expecting that service regularly,
What do you think I am, a pack horse?
You should have left them for me to carry.
And have brown paper items littering my vestibule?
This is no post office.
I'm very sorry to inconvenience you, Mrs Marbury.
The front door is bolted at ten o'clock sharp.
I don't hold with none of my gentlemen
out carousing half the night.
I don't hold with no topers and sots neither.
脏话 下流话 亵渎神明之类的话都不行
Nor no bad language, profanities and blasphemies and the like.
What I do hold with is old-fashioned manners.
You mind your Ps and Qs and we'll get along nicely.
The privy is in the yard.
I prefer my gentlemen to
not be cavalier in their use of the lavatory paper.
It blocks up the pipes,
and then who's got to get in there with a stick and break it up?
Me, that's who.
Are you just passing through
or do you expect to be a long-term resident?
That all depends.
The success of my enterprise.
I run a clean house, Mr Cust.
A very clean house. No foreigns.
Not like some round here - take in all sorts,
don't know whose air you're breathing.
Mr Treadgold. One of my long-term residents.
Got a bad back. My daughter Lily is helping him.
Very skilled she is, with gentlemen what have aches.
A shilling for ordinary.
You book through me. You pay me.
She knows her stuff, won't give you no argument.
I'll let you get unpacked.
I followed you the other day.
You looked old and tired.
You walk as if your feet hurt.
I was rather concerned for you.
I stood so close behind you.
Could you feel my breath on your neck, Hercule?
Plenty will say that it is vanity.
"That puffed up, pompous peacock Poirot," They'll say.
And they'll laugh at you behind your back,
but I'm not laughing...
..Because it's not vanity.
I think you're trying to roll back the time
to when you were a famous detective.
When you were celebrated,
when you were wanted...
..When you were loved.
I have never been loved,
but I will be feared.
I will be a faceless beast,
leading lambs to the slaughter.
I need to speak to Inspector Japp on a matter of urgency.
- I know the way. - He's not here.
Where is he?
Hoeing his cabbages, most like.
Just a regular civilian now.
Who took over from him?
That'll be young Inspector Crome, sir.
- Then I'll speak to him. - He's out on a case at the moment.
Take a seat with the other members of the public,
if you'd be so good.
Inspector Crome, sir.
I will be a faceless beast
leading lambs to the slaughter.
"I'm going to do something for both of us, Hercule.
"I'm getting my ducks in a row, as they say.
"I'll let you know when I'm ready.
在那之前 祝好 ABC
"Until then, chin-chin. ABC."
Every letter from ABC has a different postmark.
I keep the envelopes. They're different from the others.
- What others? - THE others.
A small selection,
presented solely for
comparison of tone and intent.
少自以为是了 滚蛋吧 法国佬
"You're not better than us. Piss off, Froggy."
19 years I've lived here,
and still people think I'm French.
Are they all like this?
You should have said you were retiring.
I would have raised a glass to you.
Didn't want to make a big song and dance.
Just did it quietly.
Japp, why wouldn't Inspector Crome see me?
Well, you know what young men are like. Want to make their name.
He's a good lad, though. Just give him time.
Why do you keep these?
You should chuck them in the bin where they belong.
They come every day, Japp.
The letters from ABC are polite, sympathetic,