PAULINE: Barton, please.

Don't try to stop me, Pauline.

I have to do it.

I'm afraid.

Don't be.

Two years, almost to the day.

BARTON: You will rest, Iris.

I swear it.

HASTINGS: Good morning, Poirot.

POIROT: Bonjour, Hastings.

Is that all you're having?

What more is there?

Decent English breakfast.

- What is that?

- Well... Porridge.

Two eggs, sausage, bacon, tomato, toast and marmalade, a hot tea.

That's what I had.

After such a meal, it seems I think I would return to my bed.

No, no, no.

This will suffice no problem.

Is there anything in the English cuisine that you like?

The English, they do not have no cuisine, they have only the food.

- That's harsh.

Like the meat, overcooked.

The vegetables, too soft.

The cheese, inedible.

And the day the English create their own wines is the day I return home to Belgium.

Oh, this restaurant should be right up your street, then.

Le Jardin des Cygnes.

It's opening this week in Jermyn Street.

They say it'll serve the best French food in London, all flown in specially.

Le Jardin des Cygnes.

That name, it is familiar to me.

The, er, garden of, er... scenes?

Swans, Hastings.

Swans.

Oh.

Perhaps they'll be on the menu.

All looks very exotic.

What do you say, Poirot?

Dinner for two?

I say, Hastings, it is time for work.

Thank you.

And there is Miss Lemon juste a l'heure.

Good morning, Mr Poirot.

Bonjour, Miss Lemon.

What is it that you have there?

I found it with the post.

I suppose someone must have left it for you.

An admirer, perhaps?

The yellow iris.

First Le Jardin des Cygnes, and now this.

It is a conspiracy.

- Poirot.

Why do you now mention this restaurant to me?

And you, Miss Lemon.

- I didn't mean to upset you.

The yellow iris... it returns to provoke me.

HASTINGS: I say, old chap, are you feeling all right?

MISS LEMON: Can I get you anything, Mr Poirot?

No, thank you, Miss Lemon.

Please, do sit.

There is something I must get out of my chest.

The yellow iris.

POIROT: Yes, Hastings, the yellow iris.

It reminds me of a case that I was not able to solve.

I don't believe it.

Through no fault of my own, Miss Lemon.

You recall, Hastings, that you once asked me to visit you when you lived in the Argentine.

Oh, that was two years ago.

You were going to come, but you cancelled at the last minute.

That is true.

I said as much, but it was not quite like that.

POIROT: 'I was looking forward to my visit to you, Hastings.

'It was to be my first time in the Argentine.

'I broke my journey in Buenos Aires 'and was due to travel to your ranch in Los Pampas.

'However... 'because a general strike 'had disrupted the transport services, 'I was forced to book into a hotel.'

You're a liar and a cheat!

And I don't ever want to see you again!

Pauline.

All the things you said to me, all those promises you made.

You're not interested in me at all.

That's not true.

You're just using me to get a rotten interview with Barton.

I meant what I said.

I'm in love with you.

It's true, I do want the interview, but... Well, the answer is "no".

I won't help you!

You can't come to the dinner!

And I don't want to see you again!

The path of true love?

It was all going so smoothly until... Wait a minute.

I know you.

I've seen your picture.

You're Hercule Poirot.

The rumours are that President Irigoyen can't last much longer.

POIROT: He is old?

Seventy-nine, but that's not the point.

He's out of touch.

Got the military on one side and Catholics on the other.

It's just a matter of time before one of them pushes him out.

It is for this reason that you are here?

No.

I'm following Barton Russell and his partner, Stephen Carter.

That's Carter over there, with a drink in his hand.

There's been a huge oil strike in the south.

And they're after the concession.

They still have their company together, Sovereign Oil.

WAITER: Su bebida, Senor.

Thank you.

Sante.

Cheers.

So, tell me.

What of your young lady?

Pauline Wetherby.

You must've read about the beautiful Wetherby girls.

Pauline and Iris?

Daughters of Lord Wetherby.

No.

He was a Labour peer.

He made his fortune in textiles.

When he died, Iris got it all.

And Iris Wetherby, she is also here?

Of course.

She's Barton Russell's wife.

- Ah.

- She'll be there tonight at Le Jardin des Cygnes.

Barton's having a big dinner.

and I was trying to get Pauline to invite me.

You see, I think Barton Russell's up to something.

And I want to be the first person to find out what.

So, General.

Do we have a deal?

You have been most persuasive, Senor Russell.

Government bonds?

It seemed appropriate.

Let us consider it signed and sealed.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION POIROT: 'There was, Hastings, in the hotel an atmosphere.

'It was not just heat, but the uncertainty.

'I could feel a growing sense of unease, 'and indeed of fear.'

Ah.

I'm sorry, Senor.

Happens every day now.

It's complete confusion.

Have this one.

Thank you.

Room 217, if you please.

217.

Thank you.

Er, Mr Poirot, isn't it?

Yes.

I saw you talking to that writer.

You're... you're not here on business, are you?

No, no, monsieur.

I am en route to La Pampa.

Then I should get a move on if I were you.

Pretty dangerous around here.

Buenos Aires really isn't the place to be.

You are most kind, monsieur.

Thank you.

IRIS: Thank you.

- Hello, Iris.

What's happened to the electricity?

Don't tell me it's another power cut.

May I have my key?

- Iris, I need to speak to you.

- Now?

- May I take this?

- Yes, of course.

Where's Barton?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

Who's that man you were talking to?

Nobody.

Only a tourist.

I didn't think there were any tourists in Buenos Aires.

It's hardly the time.

That's what I tried to tell HIM.

CARTER: Iris.

I beg you.

You don't know what you're doing.

IRIS: I know what I'm doing.

I'm going to stop it.

- It's too late.

- For you, maybe.

Iris, please.

You'll destroy me.

IRIS: Should have thought of that before you got involved in an affair like this.

What does it matter?

Nobody knows about it.

I know.

But I can't live with it, Stephen.

I just can't live with it.

POIROT: 'Never will I forget the words of Iris Wetherby.

'For it was then that I resolved that I, too, 'would take dinner that night 'at the restaurant called Le Jardin des Cygnes.'

OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS Barton, carino, it is sweet of you to invite me.

Lola, you look wonderful.

SHE CHUCKLES Let me introduce you.

You know my wife, Iris.

LOLA: Of course.

- Pauline, her sister.

LOLA: Enchanted.

And this is my new partner, Stephen Carter.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Lola Valdez.

Her dancing is the talk of the Argentine.

You will forgive me, Barton.

I bring with me a young English friend.

- Good evening, sir.

BARTON: Good evening.

He's a periodista, a journalist.

And he will write a grand piece on me to tell the whole of England about me.

LOLA CHUCKLES He's doing us all a favour.

Please, Mr Chapell, join us.

WAITER: Senorita, just move over to make some room.

Well, you've got a nerve, Mr Chapell.

- I had to get in somehow.

- To get your story?

To hell with the story.

I came to see you.

WAITER: Senorita.

The food here is said to be excellent.

You did not see my new revue, Mrs Russell.

No.

I'm not fond of dancing.

You missed a wonderful performance, darling.

I'd like to dance before I eat.

Barton?

Do you mind?

No.

You enjoy yourself.

INDISTINCT CHATTER POIROT: 'The city, it was about to ignite, Hastings.

'The military, it was everywhere.

'And many of the streets, they were closed.

'This was the background against which 'the dinner of Barton Russell was to take place.'

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Luigi de Monico, le patron.

Welcome to Le Jardin des Cygnes.

You are too kind.

Senor Luigi.

But you must excuse my lateness.

I was delayed.

There is some disturbance in the town.

In this town, there is always some disturbance.

Please.

The best table for my distinguished guest.

Thank you.

LOLA: Thank you, Barton, thank you.

BARTON: Ah.

That was fun.

SHE CHUCKLES It's that detective.

What's he doing here?

It's a free country.

At least, it was when we came in.

ALL CHUCKLE Which reminds me.

I have to telephone my stockbroker in London before he goes to bed.

Please excuse me.

♪ I've forgotten you ♪ ♪ I never think of you ♪ ♪ The way you walked The way you talked ♪ ♪ The things You used to say... ♪ Merci.

I see you favour the red rose of England.

If it disturbs you, signor, I have it removed.

No, no, no, not at all.

It is the symmetry only.

On all of the tables, the red rose... ..except on that one table, the yellow iris.

LUIGI: It is a command, si.

It is a special order.

They are the favourite flowers of la bella signora.

Ah.

Madame Iris Russell.

Her husband insisted.

A true romantico.

Please.

Enjoy your meal.

♪ I've changed my mind My love was blind ♪ ♪ Now I've forgotten you ♪ ♪ I'm through thinking of you ♪ ♪ Oh, what a lie ♪ ♪ I shall think of you ♪ ♪ Think of you ♪ ♪ Think of you ♪ ♪ Till I ♪ ♪ Die.

♪ APPLAUSE I've heard it before.

I like it very much.

I'd like to meet with... GLASS CLINKING Ladies, gentlemen, I want to make a toast.

A man is never happier to have his friends around him than when he's in a foreign city far from home.

So my toast is to you... ..and especially to my dear wife, Iris.

What can I say?

Well, in the words of the song... ..I shall think of you until I die.

Iris.

ALL: Iris!

Thank you.

SHE GROANS ALL GASPING Iris?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

No.

Potassium cyanide.

It's not possible.

Voila.

BARTON: What are you saying?

Iris didn't kill herself.

She'd never kill herself.

No.

- My God.

- I suggest you touch nothing until the police arrive.

'My worst fears had been realised.

'And yet even as I prepared 'to investigate the death of Iris Russell, 'events were taking over.

'When I came down to breakfast the next day, 'the hotel, it was deserted.

'The guests and staff, it seemed, had fled.'

Mr Poirot, have you heard the news?

It's incredible.

There's been a coup d'etat.

President Irigoyen, the rumours are he's been shot.

In any event, the military are in control.

Then it appears you have your story after all.

What with everything today and Iris... I'm sorry.

Once again, mademoiselle, you have my condolences.

SHE SNIFFLES I just can't believe it, Mr Poirot.

Iris would never have killed herself.

You are Hercules Poirot?

Yes, I am.

You are under arrest.

- Wait a minute.

- Be silent!

You come now.

Don't worry, Monsieur Poirot.

I'll call the French embassy.

No, no, no, no!

The Belgian embassy!

SOLDIERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY POIROT YELLING INDISTINCTLY SOLIDER SPEAKING IN SPANISH MEN SHOUT ORDERS IN SPANISH GENERAL PEREIRA: We know all about you, Senor Poirot.

You are here to engage in espionage.

Imbecile.

You have my passport.

A forgery.

Do you appreciate that I could have you taken outside now and shot?

I wish to see the Consul.

You will see no-one.

There is a ship leaving Ensenada in one hour.

You will be on it.

- But... - No argument.

Llevarte lo.

MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH POIROT: And that was the end of it.

I was taken to a ship and deported on the same day.

In a cabin of the third class.

So that's why you never came.

But why on earth didn't you tell me?

Hercule Poirot arrested and deported like a common criminal.

It was something that I prefer not to describe.

So, who did kill Iris Russell?

POIROT: It was never discovered, Miss Lemon.

The official verdict was suicide.

C'est possible.

The body, it was sent back to England.

The case, it was closed.

Until now.

Yes.

The yellow iris.

Do you think it could have been sent to you as a warning?

A new Jardin des Cygnes opens in London.

On the day it is announced... ..a yellow iris arrives through the post.

No.

Hastings, I think it comes rather as a call for help.

But from whom?

It is that we must now find out.

Who owned the restaurant, Poirot?

His name, Hastings, was Luigi.

An Italian.

An Italian with a French restaurant in a South American city.

Now he's opened up here in London.

Signor Poirot.

I'm so glad you are here.

- Signor Luigi.

It happens all over again... a disaster.

Signor Russell, he telephones, make a reservation.

Six people.

Just like last time.

Once again, he demands the yellow iris.

This time, la povera Signora Russell... she is not here.

They come on Friday?

Si.

My opening night.

Exactly two years since the last occasion.

Good Lord.

And you say six places?

Monsieur Barton Russell and five others?

A reunion?

Hastings, I need a guide to the London Theatre.

MAN: Let's take it from the top, please.

One, two, three.

And... TANGO MUSIC PLAYING MAN: OK, that's it for tonight.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Mademoiselle, I was wondering whether you remember that fatal night in Le Jardin des Cygnes, when we were in Buenos Aires?

Of course, I remember.

That terrible night.

The police, such brutes.

They asked so many questions.

And why?

It was obvious.

You believe Madame Iris Russell, she committed suicide?

Of course, she committed suicide.

But for what reason?

Because she knew Barton no longer loved her.

How well did you know her?

LOLA: I didn't know her.

She never talked to me.

To a dancer?

Have you seen since that time, Monsieur Russell?

Yes.

He is a good friend to me.

And I need friends.

I have lost everything.

Did you have to leave the Argentine?

A new regime.

I had too many friends in the old government.

And now I am in exile.

POIROT: It is the loss of the Argentine.

Oh.

You are kind.

But tell me, Senor Poirot, what is the purpose of your visit?

We came, Hastings and I, to welcome you personally to this country and to inform you that we will be attending your performance on Friday night.

SHE GASPS Then I am afraid I must disappoint you.

There is no performance.

I have an arrangement for dinner.

Oh.

It is, in fact, amusing.

You know the new Jardin des Cygnes, in London?

Well, I go there.

How could you write this?

I just don't understand you.

Pauline, I'm a journalist.

Anthony, you're a fink!

CHAPELL: Pauline!

Come back, Pauline!

Mr Poirot.

Very nice to see you again, Monsieur Chapell.

My associate, Captain Hastings.

Er, come in.

Talk about history repeating itself.

Another row with Pauline, and suddenly, you show up again.

And there's this dinner on Friday.

Oh, so you're invited, too?

Yes, and Pauline.

We're engaged to be married.

At least we were.

After this little contretemps, who knows?

It is for this reason we are here.

You have spoken to Monsieur Barton Russell?

No.

He's lying low.

If you want to know the honest truth, it's Stephen Carter I feel sorry for.

POIROT: For what reason?

He was never in Barton's league.

He was a subcontractor for the British government.

They'd back him to find oil somewhere up in the North of England.

Derbyshire or somewhere So, why on earth did Barton want to work with him?

That's a good question.

Anyway, Carter wanted the big time.

The oil concession's worth millions.

This oil business, it is always full of the risks, n'est-ce pas?

Yes.

But they had the concession in their hands.

They won it from a chap called Pereira.

Pereira.

Wasn't he the one who arrested you?

General Pereira, yes.

After the coup, he became Minister of Oil.

But in your article, you say that he's no longer in power.

Exactly.

It seems he's been found with his hand in the till once too often, even for the Argentine government.

It looks like he's for the chop.

And if he goes, Sovereign Oil will go with him.

SOLDIER: Carguen.

Apunten.

Fuego.

OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS MAN: That's Hercule Poirot!

Mr Poirot, is there any comment... REPORTERS CLAMOURING Yes, Mr Poirot, I'm getting out.

Going back to what I'm best at.

And what is that, Monsieur Carter?

I had my own business, you know, before Sovereign Oil.

Before Barton Russell.

And you now return to this business?

Yes, if I can untangle it from this mess.

But I understand that much of your finance came from the government?

Yes.

We were excavating for them in Derbyshire and up in Scotland.

Interesting work.

Although, of course, there were only small returns.

HASTINGS: I suppose that's what attracted you to Sovereign?

Yes.

It was an adventure.

That strike in Santa Cruz, and if we'd held on to it... But now you have lost the concession, Monsieur Carter?

Yes.

Just two more weeks, and we'd have had that oil flowing.

We won that contract fair and square, Mr Poirot.

And now we've got nothing.

And I'm out.

Thank you, Monsieur Carter.

One last question, if I may, Monsieur Carter.

Are you to see again Monsieur Barton Russell?

As a matter of fact... ..I'm dining with him this week.

At Le Jardin des Cygnes?

Yes.

I had a feeling that's why you'd come here.

Two years to the day.

I don't really see what business it is of yours, Monsieur Poirot, if I choose to have a private meal with friends.

POIROT: You say "friends".

And yet... one of them is a journalist who has just written something about you that is unflattering.

And the other is a businessman who has decided that he will do with you no further business.

I see you've been busy.

Oui.

Bien sur.

And there is one thing I still do not understand.

What is that?

Anthony Chapell, Stephen Carter, Lola Valdez, Mademoiselle Pauline and your good self.

That is five persons, eh?

And yet the table, it is for six.

As I said, Mr Poirot, it's none of your business.

The sixth place is for Iris.

POIROT: Comment?

PAULINE: It's a commemorative dinner.

The second anniversary of her death.

And we've all got to be there.

- Pauline... - I think it's a horrible idea.

I don't want to go!

You will come, Pauline.

Yes, but you can't boss me around forever, Barton.

Just one more month.

Excuse me.

I'm going to go home.

Mademoiselle.

HE SIGHS I'm sorry.

Please.

Thank you.

Anyway, now you know.

Monsieur Russell, if you would be so kind as to tell me.

This dinner.

Why do you have it?

Why do you wish to recreate the night of the death of your wife?

All right.

I'll tell you.

It's very simple, Mr Poirot.

I know... I have always known Iris did not commit suicide.

She was killed by one of the people sitting at that table.

And tomorrow night, I intend to find out which.

Hastings, I must reserve for myself immediately for tomorrow night a table at Le Jardin des Cygnes.

- You want to be in at the kill?

- It is exactly that.

Twice it is arranged.

The dinner.

The restaurant.

The guests.

And tomorrow night, I must be there... ..to prevent a second death.

I don't like you going to this restaurant, Mr Poirot.

It could be dangerous.

But when Poirot himself is involved, he too is dangerous, Miss Lemon.

I still wish Captain Hastings were going with you.

Ah, yes.

The good Captain Hastings.

By now, he should be in Norfolk.

In the village of Reepham.

Why did you send him there, Mr Poirot?

What do you want him to find?

A motive for murder.

MR GROVE: Two years.

Two years to the day.

HASTINGS: I hope you don't mind my coming here, Mr Grove.

I'm very glad you did, Captain Hastings.

You see, I was her father's solicitor.

Lord Wetherby, you know.

A wonderful man.

Served under Ramsay MacDonald.

And Iris Russell inherited his fortune.

Well, and his ideals.

She was such a beautiful girl.

It was a tragedy.

You were telling me about Iris's will.

Oh, there's no secret about it.

You see, her husband, Barton Russell, was a wealthy man in his own right.

So her money was passed across to her sister Pauline to be held in trust until her 21st birthday.

I suppose you were the trust's administrator?

Oh, no.

Mr Russell is the administrator.

His wife made him Pauline's guardian.

So, if Pauline were to die, does that mean that Barton would inherit the trust?

No.

You see, Pauline has made a will of her own, although... Well, I mustn't speculate about Pauline's intentions, and yet... ..sometimes I feel afraid for her.

Captain Hastings, what I can tell you is this.

When she signed the will, she was accompanied by a young man.

I assumed him to be her fiance.

Make of that what you will.

MAN: Madam.

Welcome to the Jardin des Cygnes.

Sir.

After you.

Thank you.

TANGO MUSIC PLAYING So... Here we all are.

LUIGI: Signor Poirot.

Signor Luigi, bonsoir.

They are all here?

Si.

And I have a message for you.

Merci.

Ah, from Captain Hastings.

C'est bien.

Signor Luigi, that table you have for me... ..I have for it no further need.

I know it seems odd celebrating the second anniversary of a death in this way, but I have a reason.

And I think it's time I explained.

Two years ago... my wife died at a table like this, in a room like this.

The same five people surrounded her.

The police, the Argentine police, recorded a verdict of suicide.

But I have known.

I have always known.

POIROT: And tonight, you wish to establish the truth, Monsieur Russell?

Mr Poirot.

I wasn't expecting you.

But I was there on the first night, was I not?

CHAPELL: That's true.

- And I also have a desire to establish the truth.

You permit?

Let him stay, Barton.

You're right, Mr Poirot, you should be here.

You're welcome to join us.

Thank you.

What's going on?

What were you going to say, Barton?

He was about to say that he believes his wife was murdered by someone seated around this table.

Wait a minute.

Who would have harmed her?

It's crazy.

Of course, it is.

Iris committed suicide.

CARTER: Everybody knows that.

I do not believe that she committed suicide.

And I can prove it.

I have to speak to the band.

I have a surprise for you.

CARTER: Can't you stop him?

Do not worry yourself, Monsieur Carter.

PAULINE: Mr Poirot... ..I'm afraid.

There is no need, Mademoiselle.

APPLAUSE ♪ I've forgotten you ♪ ♪ I never think of you ♪ ♪ The way you walked The way you talked... ♪ My God.

It's the same song.

What the hell is he playing at?

♪ I couldn't say For sure today ♪ ♪ Whether your eyes Were blue or grey ♪ ♪ I've forgotten you ♪ ♪ I never think of you ♪ ♪ The smile, the touch Which meant so much ♪ ♪ Somewhere along the way I've forgotten you ♪ ♪ I never think of you ♪ ♪ I've changed my mind My love was blind ♪ ♪ Now I've forgotten you ♪ ♪ I'm through thinking of you ♪ ♪ Oh, what a lie ♪ ♪ I shall think of you ♪ ♪ Think of you ♪ ♪ Think of you ♪ ♪ Till ♪ ♪ I die.

♪ APPLAUSE BARTON: It takes you back, doesn't it?

Come on, Carter.

Raise your glass.

What was our toast two years ago?

To Iris.

POIROT: Absolument.

To Iris.

Damn you, then.

To Iris.

LOLA: To Iris.

- To Iris.

CHAPELL: To Iris.

CARTER: So what now, Barton?

What other things are you going... SHE GASPS LOLA: Oh, my goodness.

CARTER: What on earth?

MAN: Good gracious.

BARTON: No.

No!

That's not meant to happen!

Pauline!

She is dead.

La pauvre petite.

And I, who thought I could protect her.

Protect her?

You helped kill her.

I'm cold.

I have sent for some coffee, mademoiselle.

I'd prefer something stronger.

It's my fault.

I should have known.

Pauline always said... ..she knew something about Iris.

That was why she was killed.

No, Monsieur Russell.

That was not the reason why Mademoiselle Pauline had to die.

CHAPELL: Then why?

No, no.

That is not the question we must ask.

We have here two murders.

And in order to solve the second, we must return two years... ..to the first.

Why did Madame Iris Russell have to die?

So you agree, she was killed.

POIROT: C'est evident.

And there were perhaps... several reasons.

For example... ..she stood in between you and Monsieur Russell.

Between us?

Ridiculous.

She also stood between her younger sister and a great fortune.

Pauline never cared about the money.

POIROT: But you cared for Mademoiselle Pauline.

You would not be happy, perhaps, to marry an heiress?

What?

So I killed Iris so Pauline could inherit?

And finally, she stood in the way of you, monsieur.

Me?

POIROT: Yes, you, Monsieur Carter!

You and the biggest gamble of your career.

In the hotel in Buenos Aires, I overheard... CARTER: Iris, you'll destroy me.

You should have thought of that before you got involved in an affair like this.

What does it matter?

Nobody knows about it.

I know.

And I can't live with it, Stephen.

What was the affair of which Madame Iris Russell spoke?

There was no affair.

POIROT: No love affair, perhaps, but a business affair?

Monsieur Carter... I can see with the eyes of my mind, and I will speak.

Please show us what you have in your breast pocket.

What?

What are you saying?

Do what he says.

That's not... You put it there.

Potassium cyanide.

The case, it is complete.

Carter!

I always knew it was you!

CHAPELL: Why?

POIROT: Why do you not tell us what happened at Buenos Aires, Monsieur Carter.

- I can't.

- The shadow of a noose hangs over you!

- No!

POIROT: Very well, then, I will tell it.

Your coffee, sir.

POIROT: Bring it in.

The oil concessions that were acquired by yourself and Monsieur Russell were not acquired from the legitimate government of President Irigoyen.

You're right.

It was Barton's idea.

So, General.

Do we have a deal?

'He could tell there was gonna be a coup.'

Government bonds?

CARTER: So, we went straight to the rebels, to General Pereira.

And the money that was paid the money that would assist the rebels.

From where did it come?

- It was mine.

- No, Monsieur Carter!

It was money entrusted to you by the government of Britain for excavations in this country.

Oh, my God.

That is what Madame Iris Russell had discovered, and that is why she had to be silenced!

A daughter of a Labour peer.

Could she stand by and watch as Government funds were used to support a military junta?

Of course not.

And you killed her, Carter!

No.

Wait.

Everything you say is true, but I didn't kill her.

It was him.

He had as much to lose as me.

But Monsieur Carter, you forget.

Monsieur Russell, he was not even at the table when the champagne was being served.

BARTON: Exactly.

- Tonight also.

Barton was not there.

CHAPELL: But wait a minute, if Carter had put the poison in Pauline's glass, I'd have seen him.

I was next to her.

Exactement.

So you mean he didn't kill her?

It was not I who said that he did.

Merci.

Well, if it wasn't Carter, who was it?

Who indeed?

'In Buenos Aires... 'who could approach the table with impunity, 'invisible in the crowd... '..poison a drink... and at the same time, '..provide the evidence of a suicide?

'And tonight also, who circled around the table 'holding a bottle of champagne, 'only this time it was Mademoiselle Pauline 'who was to be the victim, 'and Monsieur Carter who was to take the blame?

'In the dark, when the attention of everyone is elsewhere, 'seen by everyone, yet unseen, 'the murderer can plant the evidence 'and then vanish again, 'if he's disguised as a waiter.

'Can he not, Monsieur Russell?'

What are you saying?

Why should I have wanted to kill Pauline?

This evening I learnt that you are the guardian of Mademoiselle Pauline.

And that you hold her money in trust until she is 21.

- What of it?

- That time is to be very soon.

I understand that you have also suffered huge losses in the Argentine.

I think it will be discovered that the money of Mademoiselle Pauline.

It is gone, and you have spent it.

This is ridiculous!

I mean, this waiter business.

Are you really telling me nobody would have noticed?

Did you notice the waitress who served you with coffee... just a few moments ago?

What?

CARTER: Pauline.

I don't understand.

How's it possible?

CHAPELL: Pauline.

I thought I'd lost you.

Mr Poirot told me when he sat next to me, he said not to touch the champagne.

I was just to pretend to drink it and then to be dead.

And you played the part but to perfection, mademoiselle.

But tell me, Mademoiselle Pauline, it was you, was it not, who sent to me the yellow iris?

I was very frightened.

I didn't want to believe it... but I knew.

I've always known.

And so you called for Poirot, and Poirot... ..he was there.

Poirot.

Hastings.

- Mon ami.

- How did it go?

Well, the case, it is solved, and your message, Hastings, it was most useful.

Oh, good.

There is just one thing.

What's that?

With all this affair, I've not been able to eat.

Oh, I say, that's a bit rough.

Not going to be easy finding somewhere at this time of the night.

That is true.

I do know one place, though.

English cuisine.

There's nothing like it in the world.

You must agree, Poirot.

Yeah, Hastings, when it is cold and dark, and there is nothing else to eat, it is... ..passable.

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