Murder in Three Acts Page #8

Spray of orchids in the shed Gardener...

...and feared that you were the murderer.

When you gave that

magnificent representation...

...at my party.

I wanted to see the expression

of a face as you looked...

...die.

The of Miss Milray.

Was the portrait of the

liveliest surprise...

...then changed to the

largest of desolation.

Torn between love for you...

...and horror at what you had done.

I followed her to the shed where...

...she tried to destroy the evidence.

I fear charles,

that failed.

Now the evidence is in

the hands of the police.

Just as your passport with date...

...when you came back here.

To kill Dr. Strange.

Then returned to Los Angeles

on the first plane.

To let me know the news.

With his voice full of anguish.

Who are these people?

What are you in my house?

Out.

Why has allowed to enter?

Why look at me all?

Charles.

Charles mistaken his performance.

Is a time for dignity.

To show us that wood is made.

As Sydney Carton in 'The only way'.

Smiling, on his way to the gallows.

If you wish so.

Although there are no gallows,

peace only for his spirit, Charles.

Charles, there are countless papers

interpret.

Is a pity that I do not

look like the gardener.

The only audience I had was the guy.

Used my lameness.

I know that wherever I go out

lead after one year.

I will make interpretation of

my life at the sanatorium.

Rational

balanced and above all, consistent.

Okay.

You thought I was going to fight?

They are wrong.

Hold your straitjackets.

And your injections.

There are going to need.

There is something I want to make clear.

I can be charming.

Overwhelming even

and sometimes even dangerous.

But I'm not, I repeat, I am, crazy.

I've been a fool right?

No, ma'am.

You just young.

And they may dazzle young age.

As you age youth dazzles.

Do not you agree, Comrade Montoya?

Monsieur Poirot, please,

I'm not even socialist...

Really.

So who cares what it is you?

Sorry about all this, Richard.

Me too.

Come.

I must congratulate you, Monsieur Poirot.

Theirs has been a brilliant

all great oratory.

I would say it is a great

ending to his book.

Ah, My Book.

I had completely forgotten my book.

Why not our book?

You were saying?

Well, you know the business

crime is so demanding,

corpses falling from a cupboard,

that rise from the lake.

You know, I have no time.

But if I had a partner with that instinct

mongoose.

What do you think?

I.. it's a great idea.

Are you serious?

Absolutely seriously.

Heavens, Poirot.

What is it now?

It just occurred to me.

- What..

When served the poisoned cocktail.

- Yes?

I could touch me.

Yes, but could have been much worse.

How so?

Could have been me.

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