Murder in Three Acts Page #2

to the second category...

..., of course.

Mr. Poirot, I have understood

that it has to look exactly...

...cases.

I would say no, Poirot,

tell them the trombonist...

O what the French fat maybe.

Ah. Here are the Eastman.

Apologize.

Good Afternoon.

How are you?

Mother and daughter

live here in Acapulco?

If, throughout the year.

If you are wealthy people.

Carriers.

Carriers?

Hello, Ricardo. How is your father?

He's in Washington.

Ah, give my greetings, pass.

Thanks.

Let me.

The train is coming.

How about martinis?

I know love.

I want you to meet someone.

This is Hercule Poirot.

The famous detective you spoke.

This is my mother, Daisy Eastman.

Impossible, What mother

so young, madame...

...is a pleasure.

Also.

Pleased to meet after

his brush with death today.

Encounter?

Egg and his car.

Uh. The car, all my life

paraded before my eyes.

Hastings was at fault.

Please.

Ah. Yes, let's blame Hastings.

You were like 40.

Not true.

Who is this young man?

Ricardo Montoya, Mr. Poirot.

Nice to meet you.

Hastings.

Be careful,

Ricardo is communist.

Mr. and Mrs. Freddie Dayton.

Reverend and Mrs. Babbington.

Spend am preparing drinks.

Very good idea..

Be nice.

Hello.

Hello Egg., You know Angela.

I think not.

You actress, right?

Yes, I'm an actress. How are you?

And my orchids Charles,

not you imagine how...

...bloom.

Is a miracle.

I'm so glad to know.

What are these miracles?

I thought that was my lot.

Talked about orchids, wanted.

Again fertilizers gives lessons?

Always giving me lessons, Reverend.

Would you like a martini?

Hello Egg.. Pretty as ever.

Hello. How are you?

I'm so glad to see them.

Does fashion skirts up or down this year?

Charles, will have to wait

autumn collection.

You can take just a cocktail, Mom.

Thanks, dear.

Not for me.

For you Charles, for your little hut

and all your guests.

Health.

What kind.

For you, Charles.

Well, now we go with the menu.

Let's see, if I remember correctly.

We grilled sole.

Pheasant caramel,

crisps,

and chocolate souffle for dessert.

Do you think.

Looks gorgeous.

Stephen?

Apologize.

What happens?

Give him air.

I'm afraid he's dead.

I will be with you,

first thing in the morning.

How sorry.

Join her.

Do you think, Poirot.

I could introduce you.

Yeah, it was really sudden.

Mr. Poirot.

Could we have a moment, please?

Yeah, yeah.

You also Hastings.

If, of course, if..

In here, please.

Come in, please.

Thank you, gentlemen.

A Charles does not like, the death

of the Reverend Babbington...

Of course, it was very stressful.

And painful, judging

expression on his face.

Wally,

ever seen someone die like that.

No, never. Specializing in

nerves do not see many people die.

Dr. Vega, will be seen more deaths I.

Vega?

- The doctor who was here tonight.

Ah, yes.

Yes, Wally. Vega did not see him die, only

imagined that this was an attack.

What do you suggest, Charles?

Murder.

It's a possibility.

A new and subtle poison into his cocktail

undoubtedly.

Wally, that's not funny.

I myself prepared cocktails.

What do you think of that possibility,

Mr. Poirot?

My logic tells me that

is not a possibility.

Kill an old man with a

cocktail, served among many,

would be extremely difficult.

Why?

Why?

How would you ensure that the murderer

would take a determined Reverend...

...cup?

In many cups equal

randomly served in a tray.

No, no.

And the reason?

And what could be the reason for

kill an elderly cleric?

Will hid riches?

I think it was the opposite.

I imagine.

Sorry, but wealth is not

necessarily a reason...

Oh, yes.

We will have to analyze the cups.

It's too late, Charles. The

Miss Milray and washed the cups.

Yes, I wash them all. Except for this.

But Poirot.

Did not you think it was murder?

Sorry murder?

I said my logic dictated

that it was a murder.

But my instincts tell me never ceases.

Charles knows what I mean.

If, in any case, an analysis

cup would not hurt.

Meantime..

But I ask only one thing,

keep the secret for a while.

No reason alerting the murderer, if any.

'D Hate to spoil a wonderful

party like this with the fact..

That one of your guests

is guilty of murder.

Like?

Is very good.

Is delicious.

- Is exquisite.

Mr. Poirot?

Hello.

I fear that all figured out. Ms.

Milray said missing a drink.

What were the results?

Yes, what are the results, monsieur?

Is there a murderer among us?

No, nothing unusual, madame.

The analysis confirmed that there was only.

Geneva and Vermouth in

the glass of the Reverend.

Of course I had not, it's

horrible to think those things...

We can leave, Freddie.

Miguel, take our bags.

The analysis was my idea.

I think it was a great idea.

But I did not.

Which of us suspected, Mr. Poirot?

I never thought I was a murderer.

What exactly did the doctor discovered?

Nothing...

...indicated that the death

was not from natural causes.

Do you make autopsy?

Oh. Let's Egg.

Who have imagination.

Can not take those things in your head?

Was a possibility.

What?

What one of us kill the old man?

No, I disagree.

Me neither.

Well, thanks for your hospitality, Charles.

It was nothing monotonous.

Ricardo, Are you ready?

Charles, thanks for

everything. Come and see us.

I will.

Goodbye, Daisy. Egg..

Goodbye, Egg.

I must admit I was afraid.

Me too.

Poirot, wait a minute. The neck..

Do not worry about me.

- There. Perfect. Thank you.

Oh. Poirot, Hastings,

are seen very elegant.

And you like. Thank you.

Do not you coming with us?

I'm afraid not.

I make a polite retreat, as they say.

What do you mean?

I leave. Abandonment.

What is this?

Who leaves?

I,

abandon ship as you had said.

Tomorrow, I will put the house for sale.

Sale?

Yes, I will sell my house.

If someone wants to buy the

house must go to my dear.

Miss Milray.

Do not you rush a bit, Charles?

Just because someone drops

dead in the living room?

It has nothing to do with it.

Or maybe, yeah. I do not know.

But I want to go.

Cut the ropes.

I have always been very impulsive.

Charles, flee Where do you think this time?

Wally, I will not flee

nowhere, just calm down.

Do you understand?

Good night.

Good night.

What's this about Charles?

Mademoiselle, my heart.

Is it true that Charles is going?

Do not you know, he's gone.

Oh, where?

Not know. It was all very sudden

. Very dramatic.

Surely is that Angela Stafford.

No, never.

I liked him.

I know.

Yes, I'm sure you liked.

I think even I still like it.

So why is left without telling me?

Maybe he thought it was best.

Is the assassination of Babbington.

Sure.

So went. He is very upset.

Babbington's death, perhaps.

But I remember Miss,

there was no murder.

Sure it was.

I thought he was on our side.

Poirot, not only part of a thing.

On behalf of the truth.

Ah. Hastings, my faithful native guide.

Poirot do not have much time. Hello, Egg.

Good morning.

And returns to Los Angeles?

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