Evil Under the Sun
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 117 min
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Please, please,
you must come quick.
out on the moors.
It's alright, miss.
No need for you to take another look.
Ruber.
Alice. Mrs.
I'd say she's been dead
for no more than two hours.
Say four o'clock at the outside
for time of death.
Hercules Parrot, sir.
Poirot, mademoiselle.
Pucker your lips as though
about to bestow a kiss! Poi-rot.
Morning, Poirot.
I hope you have good news.
This case has been hanging fire
for four months.
No, I'm afraid
it's one of those rare cases
where an insurance company must, er...
...laugh and lump it.
Very well.
The usual 100 guineas, I take it?
By the way, Poirot...
Take a look at this.
It is the property
of Sir Horace Blatt.
with us for 50,000.
Well, on the face of it,
it seems to be worth every penny of...
...38 pounds, seven
shillings and sixpence.
You are of course quite right.
It is paste.
The question is why should
a millionaire industrialist
perpetrate such an obvious fraud?
Precisely. He must have known
the stone would be examined.
So you see,
there is something of a mystery.
Rest assured, with Hercule Poirot,
mysteries never last for long.
Exactly. We were wondering if you would
undertake to investigate the matter.
You know that you can count on
my discretion.
Very well, I will see Sir Horace...
this afternoon.
Hardly this afternoon, I think.
He's on his yacht, the Jolly Roger,
in the south of France.
Would a further 200 meet the case?
Guineas.
It will make my forthcoming holidays
even more attractive.
So that's your game, is it?
You come out here and as near as dammit
accuse me, Horace Blatt, of fraud?
Do you seriously think
that I'd cheat the insurance company
over one bloody jewel?
I am worth millions, Poirot.
Nevertheless, I'm afraid
it's quite worthless, monsieur.
God, I could wring her bloody neck!
If you would care to confide in me,
I should be most honoured.
Alright, I'll tell you this much.
I met a certain lady in New York.
She told me she was
so madly in love with me
that she'd leave the show she was in...
She was an actress, you know.
...and come back to England with me
on the Queen Mary and marry me.
So I bought her this stone
from Tiffany's.
Halfway across the Atlantic, she changed
her mind and ran off with another man.
I wouldn't have minded,
only she took the jewel with her.
That wasn't a fair do.
You see, I had given her it
in contemplation of marriage.
And, frankly,
$100,000 is a bit much to pay
for three days' fumbling
on the high seas.
Oh, monsieur, who can put a price on
les affaires de coeur?
I bloody can.
And this was too high.
So, three weeks ago,
I went after her and demanded it back.
Of course she tried to put me off, but
after a week or so she gave it to me
and I sent it along to be insured and...
She'd had the bloody thing copied,
hadn't she?
the only explanation, monsieur.
Well, she's not gonna make
a chump out of me.
I happen to know that in three days'
time she'll be down at Daphne's place
for a little holiday.
I'll give her a little holiday!
Daphne's place?
Yes, you know, Daphne Castle.
She was a mistress of
the King of Tyrania for years,
then when he upped and married
the present queen
he gave Daphne
an old summer palace to keep her quiet.
She's turned it into one of those
exclusive la-di-da hotels
where the nobs and nancies
come to squawk at each other.
I can't stand it meself,
but she's good sort.
Anyway, you'd better come with me.
We can sail tonight.
Alas, monsieur.
I have suffered from le mal de mer.
It needed all my courage
to make this small trip.
I will take the train
and join you there.
Mes compliments a Monsieur Jerome.
Waiter?
Could I have another brandy
and the bill, please?
Patrick!
You haven't got time for another!
- The steamer leaves at 11:00!
- Of course I have!
You have the baggage sent down.
Why do I always have
to do everything?
Monsieur Poirot, your reservation
on the night train has been confirmed.
The tickets will be
at the desk.
Thank you.
Er...
I must go. I've got to catch
that damn boat
What on earth's wrong, Rex?
You look fearfully glum.
You're supposed to be enjoying yourself.
God knows you're paying enough for it!
Don't I know it?
As a matter of fact, Daphne,
I was wondering if you would care
to trade my bill for a super
piece in New Yorker?
You know the sort of thing.
"Farewell courtesan, hello inn-keeper. "
Darling, I'd love to help. But it's not
publicity I need, it's the cash.
Oh, good God, darling,
don't we all?
How are the Gardeners
this morning?
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale,
their infinite vulgarity.
Good morning, Gardeners.
Everything tickety-boo?
Good morning.
Sure, Daphne.
But I could wish that my shower worked
as snappily as the one that
I've got back home in New York City.
Oh, you can't expect American plumbing
in the Adriatic.
I guess not.
Well, at least we've got a shower.
A cousin of Odell's was at
some place in Yugoslavia last year
and had to wash in a kind of shack
in a field. Isn't that so, Odell?
It wasn't my cousin, Myra,
it was my aunt.
It was your cousin,
Thelma Snatchball.
OK, if you insist.
But there were two shacks.
One for the guests
and one for the staff.
It was very... stylish.
Boat's coming in, Daphne.
Prepare to repel boarders.
That'll be Arlena.
Do you mean Arlena Stuart?
No, Arlena Marshall. She remarried
Oh, good God, darling, I didn't know
she was coming. Oh, how marvellous!
I am her greatest fan.
It will just make my vacation.
Did any of you happen to see that
last show of hers,Hail and Farewell?
Hail and farewell, I'll never tell
You've cast a spell over me...
We produced it.
Remember, dear?
Oh, good God, darlings,
I plumb forgot.
Isn't that the one that
she walked out on after just three weeks
and your biggest hit in years?
You know damn well it was.
And just what was that?
A sudden breakdown in health?
gold digging.
"Sail and Farewell", eh?
Funny man.
Well, if that's Arlena, she must be
being dressed by Woolworths these days.
Oh, that's the Redferns. Patrick
and Christine, I seem to remember.
Excuse me, I must put my hostess hat on.
Anyway, darlings,
it must have cost you a pretty bundle
closing a hit show like that.
Would either of you
care to comment?
Why don't you go
and play with yourself?
Excessively.
Is coarseness a substitute
for wit, I ask myself.
Hello! I'm Daphne Castle.
Welcome to the island.
How do you do?
Looks lovely. I'm sure
we'll have a nice time here.
Oh. And a naughty one,
too, I hope.
- Would you care to sign in?
- Naughty?
What are the holidays for,
if you can't do a spot of flirting
and get a bit pissy boots?
Quite right. Do you fancy a walk
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