Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

Hercule Poirot:
I pity you, Norton... how very sad to find that this great and beautiful world is so foul and disappointing. And your mother, I pity even more.

Stephen Norton:
M-my m-m-mother? You pity my mother?

Hercule Poirot:
To endure the agony of bringing you forth only to discover that she had nurtured in her loins such wickedness - is that not worthy of pity?

Stephen Norton:
It is you who is n-not worthy! She m-m-meant the world to m-me!

Hercule Poirot:
And you to her?

Stephen Norton:
She l-loved me... l-loved me m-m-more than... m-more than...

Hercule Poirot:
Did she ever hold you, Norton, as mothers do? Stroke your hair... kiss your cheek?

Stephen Norton:
She... she... she...

Hercule Poirot:
Scared you, did she not? She pushed you away! Starved you of what we all desire, because she knew everything about you!

Stephen Norton:
M-my mother knew NOTHING!

Hercule Poirot:
Oh, Monsieur Norton... mothers know. They always know.

Stephen Norton:
[begins sobbing uncontrollably... then suddenly stops, smirking] Shots in the dark, Poirot. Shots in the dark.

Hercule Poirot:
[chuckles, nodding] Bon... chocolate?

Stephen Norton:
Would you mind awfully if I d-drank yours instead?

Hercule Poirot:
[smiles] Not at all.