The Theft Of The Royal Ruby
Season 3 Episode 9 | 46m 27sVideo has Closed Captions
When the nation's security is threatened, Poirot is called in to help find a stolen ruby.
Poirot reluctantly agrees to help an Egyptian prince recover a valuable royal ruby that was brazenly stolen from him during the Christmas holidays.
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The Theft Of The Royal Ruby
Season 3 Episode 9 | 46m 27sVideo has Closed Captions
Poirot reluctantly agrees to help an Egyptian prince recover a valuable royal ruby that was brazenly stolen from him during the Christmas holidays.
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Learn Moreabout PBS online sponsorshipMAN: One of my father's most valued possessions.
From the reign of the Pharaoh Rameses.
Some more.
- Yes, Your Highness.
- And some coffee for the woman.
- Very good, Your Highness.
Where are you going?
WOMAN: Just going to powder my nose.
Won't be a minute.
He wants another bottle of fizz!
He's been through two already, him and the tart.
MAN: Where is she?
I beg your pardon, Your Highness?
The woman, where is she?
I couldn't say, Your Highness.
She's got my ruby!
PLATES CLATTER Iris!
WOMAN SCREAMS Iris!
Iris!
You can't come in here, Your Highness.
I do apologise, ladies.
Your lady friend left, Your Highness.
She got a taxi and left.
Get... Scotland Yard.
Now!
HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH Thank you.
On your own for Christmas, Mr Poirot?
Yes, indeed.
Miss Lemon, she visits an aunt at Torquay.
Ah.
And Captain Hastings?
HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH Oh, pardon.
He is in Scotland.
- Ah.
- So, yes, I am quite alone.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr Poirot.
No, no, no, no, no, not at all.
A week of the complete peace and repose and a demi-kilo of your chocolates most excellent, is, for Poirot, the Christmas parfait.
HE LAUGHS Thank you and a happy Christmas.
Merci.
- Are you Mr Hercule Poirot?
- Yes.
Who are you?
Would you get in the car, please, Mr Poirot?
Mr Jesmond wants a word with you.
Why?
Just get in the car, please, Mr Poirot.
He was most insistent, sir.
Did Monsieur Jesmond say what he wanted me for?
Only that it's a matter of national importance.
I'm not empowered to say anything more, Mr Poirot.
POIROT: Why should this concern Poirot?
Why should this concern you?
This foolish young prince, whom you will not name, he comes to London to collect from Asprey's the priceless ruby which has been remounted.
- Yes.
Foolishly, he becomes acquainted with a young lady.
- Well... And continuing his foolishness, he permits this young lady to wear the jewel in a restaurant while they have dinner together.
I think, er... No, no, no, no, no, Monsieur Jesmond.
If you please, I have listened, you must now do likewise.
This fool, this young prince, is then surprised when this young lady disappears with his jewel into the night?
No, no, no.
No, this is a matter, I think, not for Hercule Poirot.
This is a matter I think for the commissioners in lunacy!
I like this fellow.
He's funny.
You are the prince?
Prince Farouk?
JESMOND: Heir to King Fuad of Egypt.
If it gets out, Wafd nationalists will use this scandal, Poirot.
The Wafd want the British out of Egypt completely.
They want total Egyptian control of the Suez Canal now.
My father cannot live for long.
When he dies, I inherit the throne.
Then I will show them.
Now I'm tired.
I'm going back to the hotel.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, and again, no.
Poirot has squandered his time before.
Many times he has assisted fools in their folly.
But this royal, rude, arrogant fool?
No.
Poirot draws a line.
It is imperative to British interests, Monsieur Poirot, that the Prince should succeed to the throne.
And what about the interests of the Egyptians?
You think he will be a ruler that is wise and just?
Monsieur Poirot, I beg of you.
The Prince is still young.
How young is he?
19.
HE SCOFFS Did anyone else know about the ruby?
No-one.
You did not talk about it to anyone?
No.
Well, I may have done.
Perhaps when I was at Kings Lacey.
But Colonel Lacey is an old friend of my father's.
An Egyptologist.
JESMOND: He is one of England's most famous archaeologists, Monsieur Poirot.
Kings Lacey is a magnet for all sorts of people with interests in Egypt.
Then perhaps it is at Kings Lacey that the answer is found.
Was anyone else present?
Am I a criminal?
Am I to be questioned like this?
Iris Moffat took the ruby.
We all know this!
Find Iris Moffat, and you'll find the thief.
No, no, no, no, I think not.
FAROUK SIGHS HEAVILY This robbery, it has been planned with the utmost care.
One person alone could not have carried it out.
Tell me, Your Highness, was anyone else present when you talked about the jewel to Colonel Lacey?
No!
I don't know.
Maybe.
Yes, there were children and a man with two names.
The Laceys are good friends of mine, Monsieur Poirot.
DOOR SLAMS I may be able to concoct a story that will enable you to spend Christmas there.
Christmas?
I seem to remember my wife telling me they were concerned about their granddaughter's choice of men friends.
No, no, no, no, Mr Jesmond, I have made other arrangements.
You see, I have my books, my radio.
My demi-kilo of excellent handmade chocolates from Dupres.
My radiators that are nice and warm.
The Laceys are very hospitable people, Monsieur Poirot.
And they have an excellent central heating system.
MAN: You might do better at auction, you know, Colonel Lacey.
No, no, no, it's too public.
Em mustn't know about this.
Imagine the fuss she'd make.
COLONEL CHUCKLES I don't want to sell anything, David.
I wish we had one item that would cover the whole amount.
Something small she wouldn't notice.
Haven't you still got that little footstool from the Amenhotep tomb?
Oh, I don't want to part with that.
That was almost the first thing to come out of my first dig.
Well, what do you suggest, then?
Oh, I don't know.
I don't want to part with any of it.
Tell you what.
Come and spend Christmas with us.
Have a good look at everything.
I don't like to impose on Mrs Lacey at such short notice.
Oh, nonsense, she'll be delighted.
Sarah's going to be there, too.
And that Lee-Wortley fellow, I suppose.
Lee-Wortley, a good chap.
Knows a lot about Egypt.
You'll have lots of things to talk about.
You're keen on Sarah, aren't you?
Well, yes.
But I think your granddaughter's rather keener on Lee-Wortley.
Well, there you are, then.
You've got three days to get her to see reason.
Come down on Christmas Eve.
DOORBELL RINGS Peverill takes ages to get to the door.
Peverill?
- The butler.
- He's 90, at least.
Who are you?
I am Hercule Poirot.
And you, Monsieur?
- Colin.
- I'm Bridget.
He's my cousin.
You haven't seen Michael anywhere, have you?
Batty-looking chap with glasses.
No.
Good afternoon, sir.
Good afternoon to you, Monsieur Peverill.
COLIN: Come on, Bridget.
PEVERILL: This way, please, sir.
KNOCKING AT DOOR Mr Hercule Poirot, madam.
Mr Poirot, how very nice to meet you.
Madame Lacey.
You have a most beautiful house.
Yes, isn't it?
SHE CHUCKLES It's this tree I'm worried about at the moment.
Is it vulgar enough yet, do you think?
It's so good of you to come, Mr Poirot.
Oh, do please sit down.
Thank you, madame.
Edwina Jesmond tells me you were very helpful to some friends of hers in a case very like ours.
But perhaps you don't know what I'm talking about.
I understand that this is a matter rather unfortunate concerning the infatuation of a young girl?
Yes.
Yes, my granddaughter, Sarah.
She's got herself mixed up with this dreadful man.
He calls himself Desmond Lee-Wortley.
And this man, he has not a good reputation?
Oh, indeed he has not, but it's no good telling Sarah that.
Never any good telling young girls that a man has a bad reputation, is it?
It is often, I believe, an added attraction.
Yes, well anyway, Edwina Jesmond tells me that you might be able to find out something... How shall I put it?
Something useful about this Desmond Lee-Wortley.
How long do I have to do this for?
Oh, you give it a good old stir, sir.
Go on, Desmond, don't be lazy.
The longer you stir, sir, the better your luck will be.
Why do you have two?
Well, the big one's for Christmas Day, the small one's for New Year, silly.
Oh, yes.
Oh, Mr Poirot, you must have a stir, too.
Sarah won't let anyone else have a go.
I need all the luck I can get.
This is Sarah, my granddaughter, Mr Poirot.
- How do you do?
- Mademoiselle Sarah.
EM: And Mr Lee-Wortley.
- Monsieur Lee-Wortley.
- Desmond.
And Gloria Lee-Wortley, his sister.
- Enchante, mademoiselle.
- How do you do?
EM: This is our maid, Annie.
POIROT: Mademoiselle Annie.
And I'm David Welwyn.
- Ah, Monsieur Welwyn.
- How do you do?
And who, may I ask, is responsible for these puddings most magnificent?
- That'll be me, I reckon, sir.
- This is Mrs Ross, our cook.
Hello, Madame Ross, you are truly the artist.
MRS ROSS: Thank you very much.
- Oh, no, no, no, pas de tout.
The whole house, it is redolent with nutmeg, the ginger, the allspice.
The... The brandy.
HE SNIFFS POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH Oh, thank you.
Are you going to have a good old stir, sir?
- It is permitted?
- You just go right ahead, sir.
- Go on, Mr Poirot.
- Right.
Merci beaucoup.
LAUGHTER Bravo.
What do you think of the glass vase?
The blue one?
I noticed it.
18th Dynasty?
Yes.
Horace, you're looking very furtive.
Stop it.
- No, my dear, not at all.
Ah, Mr Poirot.
Horace, come and meet Mr Hercule Poirot.
Not THE Hercule Poirot?
There is but one Hercule Poirot, and I am he.
- The great detective?
- The same.
Let me see.
You are Michael.
How do you do, Monsieur Poirot?
I'm Horace Lacey.
Ah, I am indeed honoured to meet you, Colonel.
Ah, mangos!
Look damn delicious, don't they?
Indeed they do, Monsieur.
Don't be fooled.
They're absolutely impossible to eat.
Indeed.
Mm.
They come out of India.
It's impossible to get the stone out.
I've spent the best years of my life trying to hack the stone out of mangos.
Ah.
If I might demonstrate?
Oh.
Thank you.
Now, let me see.
With the tip of a sharp knife.
We insert it here until we feel the pip.
Then we cut around the mango, comme ca, feeling the stone all the time with the tip of the knife.
Then, with a spoon, we insert it here and go over and across the stone all the way round, until the fruit half, it separates.
Then, with the knife... POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH Voila!
Good God above!
Did you see that, Em?
He's an absolute marvel with a mango.
Where did you learn that?
A duke taught me.
FROM ORGAN: 'O Come, All Ye Faithful' ♪ O come, all ye faithful ♪ ♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪ ♪ O come, ye, o come, ye ♪ ♪ To Bethlehem ♪ ♪ Come and behold Him ♪ ♪ Born the king of angels ♪ ♪ O come... ♪ WHISPERS: Shh!
Just the women.
What's he doing here?
Why did they invite a detective?
I don't know.
He's dangerous, Desmond.
He's got to be dealt with.
DESMOND: Yeah, I know.
Where did you put it?
COLIN: Why don't we put on a show for that old Poirot fellow?
IN FRENCH ACCENT: There is but one Hercule Poirot, and I am it.
What sort of a show?
IN FRENCH ACCENT: We will arrange ze murder!
Ze body, still and cold.
Ze young, so beautiful girl.
SHE SPEAKS IN FRENCH NORMALLY: When shall we do it?
NORMALLY: Come on.
Let's go inside and talk about it.
POIROT: 'Do not eat none of the plum pudding.
'One as wishes you well.'
- Let me have a go!
- I haven't even tried it yet.
Happy Christmas, Mr Poirot.
- Happy Christmas, Michael.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Colin.
CROCKERY SHATTERING MRS ROSS: What do you think you are doing?
ANNIE: It's ruined.
It's completely ruined.
Get off with you!
EXCITED CHATTER APPLAUSE Come along.
Everyone's got to make a wish before the flames go out.
Well done, Peverill.
Didn't get scorched this year, eh?
- Lots for me, please.
MICHAEL: And me.
I'm so full.
For Mr Poirot.
Merci, madame.
Do you not like Christmas pudding, Mr Poirot?
Au contraire, I am inordinately fond of the plum pudding.
- Oh, I've got the thimble.
- Old maid.
I've got the pig.
There you are.
There's justice for you.
I've got something.
A bit of damned glass.
How did that get in there?
COLONEL: I could have broken my damned tooth!
If you would permit me, madame?
Perhaps it's a ruby.
If it was a ruby, it would be worth thousands.
No, it is not a ruby.
It is simply glass.
I've got a sixpence!
ALL EXCLAIM Madame Ross?
Yes, sir?
Oh, no, no, no, please, be seated.
It is permitted that I congratulate the cook on a luncheon delicieux?
Oh, just plain English cooking, sir.
There is none better.
You will allow me?
Thank you very much, sir.
And the pudding, oh!
Well, thank you, sir.
As a matter of fact, I served the wrong pudding today.
How is that, Madame Ross?
I usually make two, one for New Year's Day.
There was a bit of an accident this morning.
One of the boys ran straight in here and into Annie as she was just putting it into the steamer.
HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH You should have seen the mess, sir.
So, anyway, I served the New Year's pudding instead.
Ah.
I have the pleasure to inform Your Highness that I have been successful.
Where is the thief?
The thief?
No, no, no, no, no, Poirot!
Monsieur Poirot has done a magnificent job.
You're supposed to catch the thief!
I'm afraid, we DO need to know the real identity of the thief.
We suspect there is a cell of Wafd sympathisers... The Wafd are animals!
My father is too soft with them.
..who are supporting the Wafd financially.
We must neutralise them.
Neuter them!
HE LAUGHS I was not informed of this.
I'm sorry.
We assumed that when you retrieved the ruby, you would also apprehend the culprit.
Then we will neutralise her, also.
JESMOND: It is in this country's interest to, Mr Poirot.
You really have only completed half the task.
Very well.
What are you doing?
If I am to catch the thief, I will need the ruby as bait.
OK.
Thank you.
I must apologise for the Prince, Monsieur Poirot.
He is... Young?
One is never too young to learn the manners!
Indeed.
Unfortunately, the Prince has never seen any reason to do so.
Why not?
Look, you said the 23rd!
You could have milled the part yourself in less time.
Are you quite sure about that?
Well, yes, of course, we'll be there!
SARAH: Still not ready?
Tomorrow.
He's had some sort of problem.
Ah, good morning.
Good morning.
COLONEL: Em?
EM: Yes, dear?
That detective fellow.
Uh-huh.
I think he's foreign or something.
I'll tell you why.
When he went up to bed last night, he said, "Bonsoir", instead of "good night", that is.
That's "good night" in French.
Well, at first, I thought he was being facetious, but then I thought back and... - Very amusing, Horace.
HE CHUCKLES POIROT: Bonjour, mademoiselle.
- Hello, Mr Poirot.
You haven't seen Desmond anywhere, have you?
Yes.
He was in the drawing room with his sister, mademoiselle.
I've looked there.
WELWYN: You still won't part with the Amenhotep footstool?
COLONEL: No, no, I can't.
WELWYN: What about the blue vase?
Absolutely not!
It's just not on.
- The painted coffin?
- No.
Colonel Lacey, I know this is difficult for you.
But you asked me here to look at your collection with a view to purchasing.
I know, I know!
Listen to me, David.
Perhaps I don't really have to sell anything after all.
What?
Circumstances change, you know.
SHE SIGHS LAUGHTER Desmond!
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Do you want to come and see the obelisk?
- Can't wait.
- Yeah, that would be nice.
Gloria, you don't have to come.
- It'll be lunch soon anyway.
Obelisks always give me an appetite.
Lead on.
Who's next?
Grandma, it's your turn.
No, no, no, it's for you children.
Now, Bridget, what about you?
I know you've got a good one.
Come on, come on.
Now then, what is it?
- Is it a book?
- No, it's a film.
Oops!
Did I ever tell you I used to be a waiter at the Savoy?
Careful, careful!
It's all right.
It's all right.
You'll be very unpopular if you drop it.
Yes, but not with you, though.
No, not with me.
LAUGHTER FROM ANOTHER ROOM It's a book.
MICHAEL: Two words.
First word.
MICHAEL: Nuts.
BRIDGET: Bowl.
MICHAEL: Berry?
COLIN: Holly.
You're not supposed to use objects.
MICHAEL: Second syllable.
Jacket?
Frock?
Holly frock?
- Coat?
Collar?
- Pelt?
EM: Necklace.
BRIDGET: Fur?
- Holly fur?
What's that meant to mean?
I must say, David, I don't think you've quite grasped the rudiments of this game.
LAUGHTER - Ring?
- Second word.
MICHAEL: Turn?
EM: Rinse?
DESMOND: Strangle?
- Wring?
Don't know.
COLONEL: Screw?
Holly fur screw?
POIROT: No, no, no, no.
It is, I think, Oliver Twist?
Right.
Holly fur twist.
ALL: Oh!
Well done, Mr Poirot, you win again.
Now it's your turn.
No, no, no, please, forgive me.
All of a sudden, I am tired.
I will, I think, retire.
But it's only ten o'clock!
It is perhaps the Christmas pudding that affects me.
I am not used to such Lucullian fare.
I thank you for a most enjoyable Christmas, and I wish you all good night.
ALL: Good night.
EM: Come on, Michael, it's your go.
MICHAEL: No, no, I'm no good.
LAUGHTER RUSTLING DOOR CLOSES Mr Poirot!
Mr Poirot!
Bonjour.
- Mr Poirot, can you help us?
- Something awful has happened!
POIROT: Oh, mon Dieu!
It is horrible!
It is like something in the theatre.
That's how we found her, Mr Poirot.
You boys, you have touched nothing?
No, we haven't been near her.
POIROT BREATHING HEAVILY There are footprints.
The footprints of a man.
They arrive with the girl.
But they depart alone.
You are amused?
It's all right, Bridget, you can get up now.
I do not understand.
It's all a joke, Mr Poirot.
This is no joke, mes amis.
The young lady... ..she has no pulse.
COLIN: Bridget?
Help!
Someone, help!
MICHAEL: Grandma!
Grandma!
Something terrible has happened!
COLIN: Help!
Help!
What's going on?
Good God!
POIROT: The boys, they planned a comedy.
It has turned into a tragedy.
DESMOND: She's dead?
POIROT: I think there can be no doubt.
I can detect no pulse.
You try.
- No, no.
- Please.
Just for me.
My hands are very cold.
The pulse, it might be very faint.
Well... - No.
Nothing.
- Not even a slight flutter?
No.
Look, I think someone had better get the police, all right.
I'll go.
You stay here.
Very well, mon ami.
But hurry.
The miscreant may try to run away.
I'll be as quick as I can.
Horace?
Horace?
Horace!
Sarah?
Sarah?
Sarah?
Sar... I can't wake him, so I went along to find Sarah and she's not in her bedroom.
Where is she?
COLIN: Bridget's dead!
EM: What?
COLIN: Mr Poirot says she hasn't got a pulse.
EM: What do you mean?
WELWYN: Poirot, what is going on?
- What's happened to Bridget?
- Well, tell her, Mr Poirot.
Tell her what?
Bridget!
We thought you were dead!
You played a trick on us?
A trick, yes, but not on you.
Are you all right, Mademoiselle Bridget?
I'm fine.
But my husband, I can't wake him, and I can't find Sarah!
If Monsieur Desmond Lee-Wortley intended to leave this country in haste, where might he go?
He's got his own private aeroplane.
- Where does he keep it?
- The aerodrome, near Elstree.
- Mr Welwyn, you have a car?
- Yes.
HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH But where is Sarah?
I must see Sarah!
DESMOND: So, when you were making off with Farouk's family jewels in London, I was 50 miles away down here.
The perfect alibi.
We've done it!
In Paris by lunchtime, a New Year's wedding in Cairo.
A new life!
POIROT: How far is it to Elstree Aerodrome?
WELWYN: About 12 miles.
POIROT: You care for Mademoiselle Sarah, yes?
That's why I came down here, really.
There was no other reason?
Yes, all right.
Colonel Lacey's taken a crash on the stock market.
He's having to sell some of his artworks, but he doesn't want anyone to know, not even Mrs Lacey.
I comprehend, Monsieur Welwyn.
Poirot shall be discretion himself.
I only came down here really to see Sarah.
I can't make her out, Mr Poirot.
I can't think why she's run off with this Lee-Wortley fellow.
She's just infatuated.
You have not lost her yet, mon ami.
But now we must make haste if we are to catch them.
WELWYN: Not far now.
Hold it!
POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH Back off a minute, sir.
Give us some room.
Thank you.
Come on.
That's it.
Steady.
WELWYN: Don't worry.
I've got an idea.
POIROT: Where is it you are going?
WELWYN: Hold tight!
HE WHIMPERS, CHICKENS CLUCK EXCITEDLY FARMER: Oi!
You can't do that!
What's your hurry?
DESMOND: Put your backs into it, lads.
The lady and gentleman are in a hurry.
POIROT: Here we are.
We've made it.
- Let us hope so, mon ami.
- There, look!
WELWYN: We're too late!
I think not.
SIRENS BLARING WOMAN: You'll hit them, Desmond!
Keep quiet!
Right!
Hang on!
WOMAN SCREAMS OFFICER 1: Quick, constable!
You know what to do.
OFFICER 2: Hold it right there, sir.
You have something that does not belong to you, Monsieur Lee-Wortley.
So you finally caught up with me, Jesmond, have you?
Well, you're not going to be fermenting trouble for a few years.
Do you think I'm the only person fighting to free Egypt?
I'm a very small cog, I can assure you.
Yes, I'm sure you are.
Thank you, Monsieur Lee-Wortley.
Take him away.
Come and give me a hand.
Sarah's trapped.
SHE COUGHS It's his sister!
Where's Sarah?
How the hell should I know?
And I'm not his sister.
OFFICER: All right, madam, come along.
That's her!
That's Iris Moffat!
Strumpet!
You'd steal my jewels, eh?
Harlot!
- And you, fatty!
- Fatty?
- Dignity, your Highness.
Ah, yes, yes.
Dignity.
Daughter of a licentious camel!
Ah, Poirot!
These girls, eh?
Do you still have the ruby?
We can hardly thank you enough, Monsieur Poirot.
Quite, quite.
We will give you an honour.
Would you like the Order of the Golden Snake?
Your Highness is too kind.
Yes.
I will see my father about it.
Mr Poirot, where is Sarah?
I mean, if she's not with Lee-Wortley, then... I'm afraid that I misled you, Monsieur Welwyn.
Earlier this morning, I sent Mademoiselle Sarah to warn His Highness.
She's a good-looking woman, eh?
Et voila, the ruby.
Ah.
POIROT: I am afraid, Mademoiselle Sarah, that it is evident to me that the flirtations with you of Monsieur Desmond Lee-Wortley had been most carefully planned.
Just a camouflage, you mean?
Oui, I regret.
He was in need of an alibi.
He must not be seen in London while the woman that you knew only as his sister stole the jewel.
He then had to wait for her to bring it to him here.
Why didn't he just buzz off as soon as they got it?
Well, that had been their intention, Colonel Lacey, but unfortunately for them, the aeroplane developed engine trouble, they had to wait for it to be mended.
Why not?
You said the 23rd.
You could have milled the part yourself in less time.
Once I discovered the ruby in the otherwise most excellent Christmas pudding... If you would permit me, madame?
BRIDGET: Perhaps it's a ruby.
POIROT: ..I strongly suspected Monsieur Lee-Wortley, but I had no proof.
So you set a cunning trap?
As you say, Monsieur Michael, I set a cunning trap.
I used to be a waiter at the Savoy.
Careful.
It's all right.
It's all right.
You'll be very unpopular if you drop it.
POIROT: 'He knew that I had the jewel, 'and it was essential to his plan 'that he retrieve it.'
No, not with me.
POIROT: 'But unfortunately for him, I was, by chance, 'witness to a scene between himself and Mademoiselle Sarah, 'in which he tried to ensure 'that I could no longer hinder him, 'by drugging my coffee.
'Thus forewarned, 'I was able to substitute my coffee 'for that of Colonel Lacey.'
I don't think you've a grasp of the rudiments of this game.
EM: Horace?
Horace?
Horace!
You see, that's why I couldn't wake you up.
Please accept my sincere apologies, Colonel, but it was necessary to confirm my suspicions.
While I pretended to be asleep, Monsieur Lee-Wortley searched my room.
'Believing me to be in a drugged stupor, 'he had no fear of being apprehended.
'Of course, he found nothing, 'because the ruby, it was in my hand.'
- So, what did you do then?
- He came to see me.
I had heard Colin and Michael making a plot, so I arranged a little counterplot of my own.
COLIN: Why don't we put on a show for that old Poirot fellow?
- What sort of a show?
- We will arrange ze murder.
Ze body, still and cold.
POIROT: 'I turned their deception 'into a deception of my own.'
I thought I'd bust, holding my breath.
- I knew she wasn't dead.
- No, you didn't.
No, but it was enough that Monsieur Lee-Wortley was persuaded of the fact.
He saw his chance to take the ruby and run.
As soon as he ran, I had my proof.
The rest, you know.
WELWYN: Hold on.
You still haven't told us how this jewel came to be in the pudding in the first place.
Ah.
Monsieur Lee-Wortley and his "sister" were in the kitchen stirring the pudding.
'They recognised my name 'and assumed I was there in pursuit of the jewel.
'And, of course, they panicked.'
And hid it in the pudding.
The New Year Day pudding, yes.
But when the Christmas Day pudding was dropped, the New Year Day pudding was served instead... Yes, sir.
POIROT: ..and the ruby discovered.
Could have broken my tooth.
But there is one thing that Poirot does not understand.
This note.
It was placed in my bed.
And still, I do not know who wrote it.
I, Hercule Poirot, whose business it is to know everything.
"Do not eat none of the plum pudding.
"One as wishes you well."
SHE CLEARS THROAT EM: Annie?
Excuse me, sir.
I couldn't help but overhear you.
It was me.
But why?
I heard them, sir, that Mr Wortley and his sister.
♪ Born the king of angels ♪ ANNIE: 'Mr Lee-Wortley and his sister 'were standing behind me in church.
'I couldn't help but hear them talking.'
What's he doing here?
Why did they invite a detective?
I don't know.
He's dangerous, Desmond.
He's got to be dealt with.
I know.
Where did you put it?
In the pudding.
♪ Christ the Lord ♪ ANNIE: I thought they meant to poison you, sir, in the plum pudding.
I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't tell Mrs Ross.
She wouldn't listen to the likes of me.
So you left the note?
Yes, sir.
Mademoiselle Annie.
You have the gratitude most sincere of Hercule Poirot.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much, sir.
MICHAEL: Bye, Mr Poirot.
POIROT: Au revoir.
Au revoir.
Dear Mr Poirot, you really have made this a most memorable Christmas for us all.
And perhaps, madame, your own little problem is also solved, n'est-ce pas?
It certainly seems so.
Such a nice young man, don't you think?
Yes, indeed.
Au revoir, Madame Lacey.
Thank you, Monsieur Peverill.
ALL: Bye.
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