Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

[last lines]

Hercule Poirot:
You are Lucky Len of the Daily Echo, and I claim my ten guineas.

Lucky Len:
You're right. I was Lucky Len, but I'm sorry, I got fired this morning.

Hercule Poirot:
Fired! Why?

Lucky Len:
Too many people were recognizing me. The paper's decided it must be my face. It's too common.

Hercule Poirot:
Common?

Lucky Len:
That's what they say. Bit of a cheek, if you ask me, but there you are.

Hercule Poirot:
They are wrong, mon ami. You have a face that is most distinguished. You have no need to work for this newspaper. You have a face of a great man.

Lucky Len:
You think so?

Hercule Poirot:
Oh, yes; I know it.