警督 怎么可能有人 即使是个变♥态♥疯子
Inspector, how could anyone, even in the grip of depraved lunacy,
mistake my brother for Miss Grey or Capstick?
Did any of you see any strangers,
anything or anyone unusual?
Poirot was here.
I saw him.
-波洛 -不 赫敏 那是很久以前的事了
- Poirot. - No, Hermione, darling, that was a long time ago.
Was it? Really?
Oh, of course! Yes!
That's right. And what a party it was, eh?
I've been having the most terrible dreams.
好 我送你回床上去吧 小天使 来
All right. Let's get you back to bed, angel. Come on.
Is Car coming home soon?
I'll get an officer to take your statements.
Isn't it time you packed, Miss Grey?
How come you never told the police?
How come you let that man and those women be killed?
I did not let them be killed.
Well, that's what it says here.
Where is he going to strike next?
My dad died in Belgium.
Private Eric Beddows of the King's Infantry, blown to bits in
your shitty country that you couldn't even stay and fight for!
Your neighbour told me where you'd be.
What are you hiding from the police?!
I'm sad, Lily.
No-one loves me.
你不爱我 亏我还照顾你呢 不是吗
You don't love me and I take care of you, don't I?
Will you sing me a song because I'm sad?
*Day and night*
*Why is it so*
*That this longing for you follows wherever I go*
*In the roaring traffic's boom*
*In the silence of my lonely room*
*I think of you*
*Night and day*
*Day and night*
*Deep in the heart of me*
I wish I had been able to alert you sooner.
Your brother would be alive.
But I was not enough.
I don't hold you responsible. Far from it.
How is Lady Hermione?
She's very frail.
I wouldn't have left her if this wasn't so important.
What is your opinion of Inspector Crome?
I am not familiar with his methodology.
Ah, well, I'm not convinced he's got one.
但你有 所以 你是怎么想的
But you do, though. So what do YOU think?
There is a connection between Bexhill and Churston,
because I've visited both places,
but I've never been to Andover,
so perhaps the connection is mere coincidence.
Crome doesn't ask questions.
I need you to ask the questions.
I don't think the Inspector would appreciate that.
Car's head was nearly taken right off his neck.
who never thought or did a petty, cruel thing in his life.
So I don't care what the Inspector appreciates,
I want this bloody man stopped.
What makes you think it's a man?
"Mon cher Hercule, are you having fun yet?
You ask the questions...
and I will pay for your time.
- You've met Miss Megan Barnard, I believe. - Mademoiselle.
- And Donald Fraser. - Monsieur.
And Mrs Barnard isn't coping particularly well,
so best left in peace.
And of course, poor Mrs Ascher's husband is in prison.
Thora is just getting dressed.
We've had something of a fracas at Combeside.
Some of the maids have it in for Thora.
It's just jealousy, I expect,
but I've taken this room for her.
It's been a horrible shock for the poor girl.
- You remember Miss Grey. - Mademoiselle Grey.
Franklin says you don't think the killer is a man. Why not?
There is a layer of artifice in the letters,
as if a woman were writing to give the impression of being a man,
or vice versa.
Betty would never have gone off with another man.
So Miss Barnard went to a beach hut
and took her stockings off for another girl?
I never thought Bexhill quite so...racy.
Christ! Betty wouldn't have gone off with anyone!
She loved me!
We were in love!
Mes enfants, if we are to discover the killer,
we must be honest about the nature and proclivities of the victims.
Who the hell are you calling a child? I'm not a child!
I'm not some boy to be patronised!
冷静 弗雷泽先生 波洛先生只是随口一说
Please, Mr Fraser, it's just something that Mr Poirot says.
"Mes enfants," he's known for it.
He means nothing insulting by it.
Well, I am insulted!
We were told you were going to ask us questions,
so get on and ask them.
Searching your memories, did any of you notice anything peculiar
in the lead-up to the murders?
Nothing different in the behaviour of the victims?
No, nothing strange. Nothing different.
Er, no. Nothing different. Nothing unusual.
Is that it? Because the police asked exactly the same question,
so we've come all this way for nothing.
I feel sorry for you, Mr Clarke.
You've wasted your money, I've wasted my time!
He... He's upset.
That went well.
小姐 你能否告诉我 你妹妹大半夜
Mademoiselle, can you tell me what sort of person your sister
might have met at the beach hut in the middle of the night?
Wasn't the kind of thing we discussed.
Could you tell me what stockings your sister wore?
So, despite what I said, despite me telling you point-blank to
stay out of this, Clarke's got you on the payroll.