Appointment with Death Page #3

They turned me out

because I have on a sleeveless dress.

Apparently, the Almighty

doesn't like my arms...

in spite of having made them.

Sleeves are holy.

So picturesque. I just love it.

Young man, press that. Not yet.

Lady Westholme.

This is the men's section.

You are not allowed.

Press the button. Press the button.

This is the back of the

Holy Sepulcher Church, you understand.

Mind the steps.

Wait now. Don't all rush.

Raymond, come here!

Is all well, Madame?

What are my sufferings

compared to those of our Redeemer?

Of course. I thought

since my friend there is a doctor...

Hi, can I see you tonight after dinner?

Oh, I...

The Caf El Arish.

It's in the square behind the hotel.

- Right.

- Raymond.

Now where are Nadine and Lennox?

Smile.

Come on. You're not still sulking

over Jefferson, are you?

It's a good one.

I love you, Lennox. You know that.

I want our marriage to work.

Nadine! Lennox!

But it won't unless we can get away

from your mother.

Come here!

We have so much to see.

Goodbye, Monsieur Poirot.

Goodbye, Madame.

Come along, children.

- Mother, can I go swimming?

- Swimming is dangerous, Ginevra.

May we go to the Dead Sea?

I hear it's full of salt.

The proud mother hen with her chicks.

She's a monster.

Are you getting emotionally involved,

dear Doctor?

Come.

Dr. King.

Hi, I'm Carol Boynton.

I have a message for you from Raymond.

I had a feeling he might not turn up.

He wanted to, but he wasn't feeling well.

My stepmother went on at him.

About me?

Before her marriage,

our stepmother was a wardress in a prison.

My father was the governor,

and he married her.

And she's still a wardress to us.

How old are you?

Twenty-two. Ray's a year older than I am.

Why don't you leave home?

We wouldn't know where to go

or what to do.

No one outside can really understand.

I think I understand quite well.

Please, Ray is very sorry.

He really would like to meet you.

You're back early, Dr. King. Why don't you

join Colonel Carbury and myself?

- I could do with a drink, thank you.

- Yes.

Sit down here. I'll order for you.

What would you like?

This is an awful lot of money.

You'd better do the job properly.

Are you sure this is the normal fee

for the work?

I thought you ought to see this, sir.

Oh, Lord!

Something serious?

Some American's disappeared from Qumran.

Qumran? Isn't that by the Dead Sea?

This American,

do we have anything on him?

His name is-

Jefferson Cope.

How on earth did you know that?

Ascribe it to the little grey cells.

I have some slight knowledge of the fellow.

Perhaps I could help?

Would you?

Will you be going out today, sir?

- Good morning, Hercule.

- Bonjour, doctor.

Mother, please. I'm not a child anymore.

That voice.

Go upstairs, Ray, darling, and get

my digitalis. I don't feel very well.

Will you be going out, then?

Mrs. Boynton...

you have tried to prevent your son

and daughter from making friends with me.

Well, it's just pathetic

and rather ludicrous.

Why be an ogre?

You could be kind if you tried.

I never forget. Remember that.

I never forget anything...

not an action...

not a name...

not a face.

Dr. King.

I believe you, too, are going

by car to Qumran?

Yes.

I've already complained

about the first one our tour company sent.

I am insisting on decent transport.

Perhaps you will accord me

the pleasure of coming to Qumran with me?

Colonel Carbury has placed

a car at my disposal.

Monsieur Poirot, did I hear you say

you had a car available?

I shall be going with Monsieur Poirot.

- Be sure I get a complete rebate.

- I'll do my very best for you, madam.

A most gracious gesture.

I think so, yes. All right,

let's go to Qumran.

I'm so looking forward to this.

The desert, the sand, local animals.

I do hope I've brought enough film

for my camera.

I have so much I want to record.

Thank you. I'm Hercule Poirot.

The Hercule Poirot?

- My name's Healey, sir.

- Oh, yes.

We work along the same lines...

putting together a case from little scraps

of evidence that don't seem to make sense.

And what news of Mr. Cope?

Not a thing, I'm afraid.

And there's more bad news.

Miss Quinton has vanished, too.

Miss Quinton and Mr. Cope?

I can't believe it.

What are those people doing?

Why, they're digging, Mrs. -

Lady Westholme.

Why are they digging when they should be

searching for Miss Quinton?

Sarah King.

Here Here

I wish you all would please listen to me.

We have a lady missing.

- There's so much coming and going.

- I want you to stop your digging now.

Visitors and archaeologists

and other excavations.

It was only today we realized

that Miss Quinton had gone.

She's very small, very petite.

Why don't you all pay attention?

- Did they both go together?

- Well...

Hello, lady. Look, I found something.

For the cigarette.

And what do you think of that?

Think of what, Madame? What is it?

Miss Quinton's cigarette case.

She's always losing it.

It is a vital clue to her whereabouts.

What is that?

Horsemen. Quite a lot of them.

Well, maybe it's their abductors.

I think the truth

is probably more prosaic than that.

It usually is you know, Dr. King,

despite appearances.

Goodness me, there she is.

How immensely theatrical.

I hoped to see something like this.

Remind me not to do this again.

Miss Quinton, you've caused much anxiety.

Oh, really? Oh, dear.

Well, we were only in the next valley.

- You were?

- We enjoyed an Arabian night in the desert.

It was great fun.

I can imagine it was.

Shucran. Thank you very much.

See you again, I hope.

Well, we rejoice that the lambs

that were lost have returned to the fold.

Now that that has been established,

could we have some lunch, Mr. Healey?

That's the most sensible thing

you've said all morning.

There's no need for that noise, madam.

This is not New York.

It is a site of history.

Why, that woman is of the commonest type,

gross and offensive.

Lunch is served a little

further up the hill.

Look at that.

The Arabs have a nose

for who tips the most.

Afternoon.

I've been thinking about you.

I know it seems odd

after such a short acquaintance...

but I think I'm in love with you.

Well, if you are, you'd better learn

to stand up for yourself a little.

Behave like a man. Don't you think?

It's never as true as it is about food

in this region.

It looks like lamb.

A very nice meal, wasn't it, children?

Considering it was prepared by foreigners.

Poirot!

- Is that...

- Poirot!

Since there is no mystery for me to solve...

Colonel Carbury has persuaded me

to visit the town of Acre with him.

Well, I shall just have to manage

without you, Monsieur Poirot.

You will do it all too well.

Small ones in the front,

tall ones in the back. That's it.

I'm coming, Carbury. Excuse me.

I must hurry.

I'm sorry.

I'll bet you are.

Good-bye.

I think you should all take a little walk.

It will do you good to get away

from me for a little while.

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