And you are outliving your usefulness.
What were you?
If not a policeman, then what?
That's a foolish headline.
"Of a new and cruel age."
Such vapid nostalgia for the gentle past.
Cruelty is not new.
Well, we were going to get married anyway, weren't we?
I know you're still keen.
We've both talked it over, and it's the best idea,
and then I get to keep Donald in the family.
You're stood there like a goldfish.
You're going to be Mrs Fraser!
I'll get the sherry!
I did you a favour.
One day, you'll work that out.
Excuse me, could I trouble you for a light?
Thank you very much.
You're very welcome.
-今晚真冷啊 是吧 -是啊
- It's awful cold this evening, isn't it? - Yes.
He might not wake up, you know.
But, then again, he might.
And then he'll want to see a face he knows.
So, I'll wait here, if it's all the same to you.
Shame on yourself! How do you sleep at night?
行了 够了 够了
All right, that's enough! All right!
What a treat.
You've gone to so much trouble.
That bloody brandy glass, eh?
That's what did it for me, isn't it?
My fingerprints, on the brandy glass.
The moral of the story being...
..never have a drink with Hercule Poirot.
You're having one now.
All that time you were looking for enemies,
for someone who hated you,
you never thought to look for a friend,
for someone who loved you.
I doubt you know the meaning of the word...
No, that's not true.
I adored Hermione.
You killed him for his title and his money.
Well, yes, there is that.
And you killed Alice Ascher and Betty Barnard
to distract from his murder.
Doncaster was another distraction.
Doncaster, what a cock-up.
If that had gone right, I could have stopped.
No, you couldn't.
No, I couldn't. You're right.
I got such a taste for it by then.
So bloody exciting.
Not the murders so much, no, they were appallingly messy.
No, it was you.
I never felt so completely alive...
..than when you were chasing me.
Knowing I was restoring you.
I did not need to be restored.
Oh, come on. You were ruined.
You were disgraced,
derided and reviled, and I thought...
..not on my watch.
And the moment I saw Cust's initials,
the whole adventure came together,
and I thought how you'd love it.
Of course, it took a lot of organisation and detective work,
but it was worth it.
Because look at you now, Hercule.
目光炯炯 精神矍铄 重现
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, revived and...
Franklin, five people are dead.
Well, people die all the time, don't they?
And, really, it's your fault.
How is it my fault?
Hermione's birthday party.
Those strange, little games.
How to get away with murder...
..the myriad ways to end a life.
I was spellbound.
I felt such kinship with you.
That's why I chose the costume, you see.
黑暗 光明 猎手 猎物
The dark, the light, the hunter, the hunted.
Two hearts beating the same hot blood.
You and your strange enchantments, Hercule.
You didn't know the knife you were sharpening.
Franklin, I didn't cast a spell on you.
You were kindling, lying in wait for a spark.
I fear your soul is a charnel house.
I grieve for you.
I wanted so much for you to admire me.
To be a worthy adversary,
someone you could share your secrets with.
- I do not have secrets. - You lie!
What compels you, Hercule?
What drives you?
Were you always like this?
Is there another Hercule that got left behind?
What dead did you give your word to?
That scar looks deep. It must have hurt.
How did you get it?
Did it make you like this?
Tell me your secrets.
I won't breathe a word.
I won't be breathing at all.
I gave you the breakfast you requested.
You get nothing else.
As if prayers are going to make the slightest difference.
You're going to miss me, Hercule.