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Er, I... I don't know
what he looked like! You don't look travelling
salesmen in the face, it only encourages them! I... I bought a pair of stockings
from him to make him go away.
Was he dressed like me? I don't know! What type of stockings?
Do you remember the name? I don't know.
What colour was the packet? I threw the packet away and I only
wore the stockings for a few hours and then I threw
them away, too. Why? Because I have long legs and they
were too short for me! Thora,
why didn't you say any of this? Because I forgot.
You forgot? How could you forget? Because I did! There were police
everywhere, and Sir Carmichael was like a father to me, and now
everyone's shouting me, and I've
done nothing wrong except... No-one's shouting. Yes, you are!
Why are you even here? You said you'd be at Combeside.
None of this is fair... I had to
come down when I found this out! ..none of this at all. No-one
understands or cares about how bloody awful it is to be me!
SHE SOBS
what he looked like! You don't look travelling
salesmen in the face, it only encourages them! I... I bought a pair of stockings
from him to make him go away.
Was he dressed like me? I don't know! What type of stockings?
Do you remember the name? I don't know.
What colour was the packet? I threw the packet away and I only
wore the stockings for a few hours and then I threw
them away, too. Why? Because I have long legs and they
were too short for me! Thora,
why didn't you say any of this? Because I forgot.
You forgot? How could you forget? Because I did! There were police
everywhere, and Sir Carmichael was like a father to me, and now
everyone's shouting me, and I've
done nothing wrong except... No-one's shouting. Yes, you are!
Why are you even here? You said you'd be at Combeside.
None of this is fair... I had to
come down when I found this out! ..none of this at all. No-one
understands or cares about how bloody awful it is to be me!
SHE SOBS
Full Transcript
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Er, I... I don't know
what he looked like!
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You don't look travelling
salesmen in the face,
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it only encourages them!
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I... I bought a pair of stockings
from him to make him go away.
Was he dressed like me?
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I don't know!
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What type of stockings?
Do you remember the name?
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I don't know.
What colour was the packet?
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I threw the packet away and I only
wore the stockings for a few
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hours and then I threw
them away, too. Why?
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Because I have long legs and they
were too short for me! Thora,
why didn't you say any of this?
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Because I forgot.
You forgot? How could you forget?
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Because I did! There were police
everywhere, and Sir Carmichael was
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like a father to me, and now
everyone's shouting me, and I've
done nothing wrong except...
00:00:35.008 --> 00:00:38.998
No-one's shouting. Yes, you are!
Why are you even here?
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You said you'd be at Combeside.
None of this is fair... I had to
come down when I found this out!
00:00:41.088 --> 00:00:44.004
..none of this at all. No-one
understands or cares about how
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bloody awful it is to be me!
SHE SOBS
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Movie Summary
In 1933, retired detective Hercule Poirot is targeted by a taunting killer who sends letters signed "ABC", which Poirot must decode in order to discover the identity of the murderer.
