Appointment with Death Page #2

This will be good fun.

Go away, Ray.

Look who I found.

Get up with me, Nadine.

Lennox, you take Ray and Carol and walk.

We're going back to the ship.

Yes, Mother.

Lennox.

Good morning, Emily. I decided to join you.

You should be in America, Jefferson,

sorting out the family's affairs.

Yes, well,

I thought I might sort affairs out here.

Driver. To the port.

You know that young man?

His mother nearly became my first client.

Look here. I've found it.

I've got a deep and awful fear that those

ladies are going to be on the ship with us.

Lennox, Nadine, come along.

Mrs. Boynton.

What have you got there? It's a duck.

Oh, God. It's a dead duck.

Good evening.

Miss Quinton, I thought we'd lost you.

- A friend of mine from England.

- No, thank you.

- May I have some barley water?

- Seems a very nice person.

Miss Quinton has to be careful.

She is to take charge

of the excavations at Qumran.

Hercule Poirot?

The Belgian?

He's missing an excellent Meursault.

Ray, will you dance with me?

You're tired, Ginevra. Better go to bed.

I'm not tired, Mother. Come on, Ray.

- It's 9:
00. You go to bed, young lady.

- I won't.

Come on, Ginny. I'll go with you.

Sit down, Nadine.

The child prefers to go by herself.

Yes, I'd rather go alone. Thank you, Nadine.

Mrs. Boynton, would you care to dance?

You don't mind, do you, Lennox,

if I take your wife for a spin?

- He's very daring.

- I'll say. He's got a lot of nerve.

You may call me Nadine if you like.

Okeydokey, Nadine.

When we get to Jaffa

why don't we just disappear...

you and me together?

Why, Mr. Cope, the things you do say.

Young man, look through here.

And this is how you get it to focus.

You understand? You move this.

But not until I tell you.

Ready?

One, two, three.

You took it too soon.

- This is charming.

- Yes, indeed.

Have a good time.

- Sarwazi Swizzle.

- Si, signore.

Hello.

- We met in Trieste.

- Yes. You're from England?

We went there. It rained.

It often does.

What's that?

When we get to Jaffa, let's just disappear.

What do we use for money?

I'm not trained for anything.

You're not even a qualified nurse.

It'd be hopeless.

Not as hopeless as living with your mother.

She can't live forever.

She'll live.

Good morning, Monsieur Poirot.

How are you feeling today?

You're going to administer

the last rites, Doctor?

I have some hyoscine syrup.

Here, two drops will cure you.

Four drops will kill me,

so count them carefully in that case.

Don't mess with me, Jefferson.

You're having an affair

with a married woman...

who happens to be my daughter-in-law.

When we get to Jaffa, I suggest you

leave us and go back to America.

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