Questions were asked about you, high up in the food chain.
问我 为什么 我为这个国家效了力
Questions about me? Why? I have served this country.
People don't like it
when the force are made to look like half-wits
by a foreigner.
It's out of step with the public mood so questions were asked.
Japp swore that you were genuine.
That was him, loyal as a dog.
But you were looked into and there's no record of you.
You are lucky you never lived through an invasion.
很多东西都被烧了 建筑 人
Things are burnt. Buildings. People.
Records turned to ash.
No-one had ever heard your name.
No Hercule Poirot registered
anywhere in the Belgian police before 1914.
Japp staked his reputation, his whole career on you
and that was him over.
His funeral should have been packed, a guard of honour,
but all he got was a handful of old timers and you and me.
He didn't die of a heart attack. I reckon he just broke.
And that's down to you and your lying.
He told me none of this.
I gave my word to the dead.
I cannot abandon them. I must not.
Your word is worthless.
You're not who you say you are.
Who the hell are you?