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35.
POIROT
Ouie, my name’s Poirot. The
greatest detective ever lived.
CHARLOTTE
Right. And the servant?
MCDONALD
His name’s Hastings. A captain.
Decorated military. Who’re you?
CHARLOTTE
My name’s Holmes.
(looks to Gregson)
Is he mute?
GREGSON
He is not.
POIROT
The young lady just intruded on an
ambush that would have exposed the
real killer. Alas, now he hurt her
friend and escaped.
LESTRADE
And you didn’t find it important to
inform the police?
37.
POIROT
Well, how could I know that someone
else would think like Poirot?
GREGSON
Explain yourself.
POIROT
You see, youth is a wonderful
thing. But too... tempting for
Poirot to neglect. The little gray
cells sometimes work like the good
red wine.
MCDONALD
What is this? The circus blinders?
POIROT
No, madame...
MCDONALD
That was rhetorical!
CHARLOTTE
My friend was hurt. I’d...
POIROT
Ouie.
Silence.
CHARLOTTE
A man dies. Foreigner. No motive.
Just the word “revenge” inscribed
with cypher on the floor. Who did
you think did it, a lover?
LESTRADE
We didn’t...
MCDONALD
Who are you again?
CHARLOTTE
Why does everyone keep asking me
that? I’m nobody!
GREGSON
I like her.
LESTRADE
Poirot, did you know about this?
38.
POIROT
Bon. I knew he’d come back. The
ring was left behind, but not on
purpose.
CHARLOTTE
Three times! This man was knocked
down, dragged across the room and
had a knife put next to his throat.
POIROT
Yet, he died out of poison.
CHARLOTTE
You know what?
(walks to the exit)
Screw you, Lestrade. Scotland Yard
can go to hell.
POIROT
(watches her disappear)
What an interesting young lady. Did
you notice Hastings, she had the
eyes of a lion?
HASTINGS
Huh?
POIROT
Yes... Quite a brain she has. Bad
tongue, but... a brain for two,
n'est-ce pas?
CHILLINGWORTH
Well, a man of your intelligence
chooses to use his knowledge for...
MORIARTY
Continue, please.
CHILLINGWORTH
It’s not about money, is it? You’re
not a simple terrorist going after
poor people because of an ideal?
MORIARTY
Poor people are just the result.
CHILLINGWORTH
An ideal then after all?
Moriarty hands him a photo of Milady.
MORIARTY
Do you know this woman?
CHILLINGWORTH
I must say I do not.
MORIARTY
She committed three of these
crimes.
CHILLINGWORTH
Impressive. Who did the fourth?
MORIARTY
I myself never had the pleasure
to... kill.
CHILLINGWORTH
Never?
MORIARTY
It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s so
easy when you’re just pulling the
strings.
CHILLINGWORTH
Everyone has their role.
MORIARTY
Their part my dear. I want you to
be the martyr.
He smiles.
40.
CHILLINGWORTH
Martyr? I’m not sure--
MORIARTY
I want you to kill the Queen.
Assassinate the whole royal family.
CHILLINGWORTH
(smiles doubtfully)
And how would I do that?
Moriarty gets up and opens the drawer on his desk. He takes
out a pencil.
BAYNES
I want to be a police officer.
LESTRADE
Your rank supersedes most of the
officers here and you’re a woman.
How old are you, 25?
BAYNES
22.
LESTRADE
(mockingly)
Okay.
BAYNES
Sir, I can... can I work with
Inspector McDonald?
LESTRADE
McDonald?
BAYNES
Yes. I heard she’s ambitious--
LESTRADE
I’m ambitious.
BAYNES
Yes, sir, but... I thought. It may
be easier. If that’s okay.
Lestrade leans back on his chair.
CHARLOTTE
(walks to her)
Remember the girl who came here?
JANE
The one who was afraid?
CHARLOTTE
Precisely. She sent a telegram.
JANE
A telegram?
CHARLOTTE
Yes, I don’t like phones. Anyway,
it was saying that her father is
renovating their house and she had
to move in the exact same room
where her sister died.
JANE
I don’t...
CHARLOTTE
Come on, Watson. You have to see
the connection. A dead sister.
Large fortune. A pair of wild
animals and gypsies. Lots of them.
JANE
Please, enlighten me.
Shouts come from downstairs. Charlotte opens the door, but
someone barges in. It’s Grimesby ROYLOTT (43), a well-dressed
doctor with ruthless face.
ROYLOTT
(coldly)
You must be Holmes, Charlotte
Holmes, correct?
CHARLOTTE
That is correct.
ROYLOTT
As I realize my daughter--
CHARLOTTE
Step daughter.
ROYLOTT
I can see you know quite a lot.
43.
CHARLOTTE
Not nearly.
He slaps her. She doesn’t react.
ROYLOTT
I can assure you, I don’t like
beating women.
CHARLOTTE
Is that what you used to tell your
dead wife?
ROYLOTT
Don’t dare mention my wife...
CHARLOTTE
(looks him up close)
I am not much of a poetry person,
but I know a verse. Quite
appropriate for this case. Can I
say it?
(walks around)
“And fear no men who say that their
word shall fall upon their feet.
Cauz’ their legs are full of smell
and rotten as their words fall out
and pass on the decay”
ROYLOTT
Quite.
CHARLOTTE
You’ve got five seconds to choose
the door or the window or I swear
in my dead father, I am going to
shoot you and make sure nobody ever
gets to know about it.
Roylott smirks and walks out of the apartment. A beat.
JANE
Who’s the author? The verse...
CHARLOTTE
Me. I just came up with it...
Myself. Come Watson. We have work
to do. Get up!
44.
TIMMY
They won’t. The good guys always
win.
Simpson smiles.
SIMPSON (CONT'D)
You know what the funny thing is? I
don’t think he really thought about
money at all. He said: “Live each
day like it’s your last”.
ROMEO
Well, he was right about that.
SIMPSON
My name’s Juliet by the way. First
name.
ROMEO
It’s a beautiful name. I’m Romeo.
She laughs. He starts laughing too.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
Now, that... that is something
money cannot buy.
Charlotte and Jane watch from the bushes. A car drives away
from the mansion. Charlotte gestures Jane and they walk out
of their cover.
The door opens. Helen lets them in. She closes the door
quietly and gestures them to her room. Opens the door. It’s
in process of renovation. She closes the door and opens up
another to a different room. They walk in.
It’s a quite wonderful room with some large bed and a bell
ringer. Charlotte starts to investigate quietly. She looks at
every place. Then she stops. Her face has turned pale.
HELEN
(steps up)
What... what were you able to find?
47.
CHARLOTTE
Watson, do you carry your gun as I
asked you to?
JANE
You didn’t, but I do.
CHARLOTTE
Because it’s going to get very
dangerous for us here tonight. Very
dangerous indeed.
She pulls the blinds.
FADE OUT.