Appointment with Death Page #3

They know about the will, Emily.

Elmer told Lennox, and he told Ginevra.

Why don't you give them some money?

Let them enjoy it while they're still young?

I spent 14 years in prison, Jefferson.

As a matron.

It was still prison.

I'm used to prison.

You're not.

Elmer never made a second will.

Do you understand? Never.

Stay away from my family.

I've done things in my life

that I'm not proud of, Emily.

Right now, I must tell you,

it surprises even me.

I'm ready to do something decent.

I want those children of yours

to have a chance.

You may be right.

I'm sorry that I threatened you, but...

Join us tonight for dinner, will you?

Well...

One way or another

you're one of the family after all.

That's terribly nice of you, Emily.

- It'll all work out.

- I'm sure it will.

Now just let me get some rest.

See you at dinner.

She fixed the will. We're trapped.

You do see, don't you?

She's got to be killed.

She's not even our mother.

Look what she's doing to us now.

She treats us like we're puppy dogs.

Exactly. Can you think of any other way?

Monsieur Poirot, at last you surface

to join us at the Captain's table.

Look at them. So garish.

I am sometimes ashamed

of my fellow countrymen.

Yes, but you are British now,

Lady Westholme.

In fact you are a member of Parliament.

Is that not unique?

I've been British for 10 years, monsieur.

I consider myself merely a colonial

who returned to the fold.

Oh, my dear.

A magnum of Louis Roederer Cristal, 1928.

To celebrate our last night on the ship.

Lennox, darling,

I must have left my watch in the cabin.

Be a dear and get it for me, would you?

Of course.

Nadine, how careless of you.

Cope's coming.

- Mother asked him.

- She did?

Good evening, everyone.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, Jefferson.

Ravishing.

Excellent.

No, no, no! Let me.

It's lucky to pour your own wine.

Your glass, Carol.

Hi. Do you loop-de-la?

Loop-de-la?

Jitterbug?

I nearly tried that once.

I think I fell over.

Jefferson, your glass.

Fell over?

Well, doesn't everyone?

It's such a strange dance.

Well, listen, some of the guys

in the band...

you know, when the old fogies

have gone to bed...

they really start to boogie.

Here, around midnight, would you?

I'd be most interested in boogying with you,

Mr. Boynton.

Great.

Jefferson.

Thank you.

See you later.

Ray, your glass.

Careful, it's very full.

- There you are, my dear.

- Thank you.

Do you think we'll get much time?

Lennox not back?

- He won't be a minute.

- Never mind.

Get up.

To us all, the family and our dear lawyer.

Health and happiness.

You bastard!

I knew no good would come

from him being here.

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