Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

[Kitty Mooney is lying prostrate on her bed, crying. Pamela is trying to comfort her friend, but to now avail]

Pamela Cregan:
[patting Kitty's shoulder soothingly] It's all right, Kitty.

[a knock on the door]

Pamela Cregan:
Who is it?

Hercule Poirot:
It is I, Hercule Poirot

[Kitty makes a small burst of crying]

Pamela Cregan:
It's all right, Kitty...

[Pamela walks toward the door and opens it]

Hercule Poirot:
Hello, Mademoiselle Cregan. May I come in, please? I have a question to ask you.

Pamela Cregan:
Oh yes, do come in but... you see...

Hercule Poirot:
I just have one question.

Pamela Cregan:
I know, but... it's just that Kitty is making such a blessed racket.

Hercule Poirot:
Oh dear, dear...

Pamela Cregan:
[as Kitty sniffles and cries softy in the background] Well, she blames herself, you see... and me?

Hercule Poirot:
[genuinely surprised] But how could she blame herself?

Pamela Cregan:
Well, we did say terrible things about her.

Hercule Poirot:
Mademoiselle, if anyone didn't say such things about Madame Clapperton, this boat would be dangerous for shipping.

Pamela Cregan:
[smiles; pats Kitty genty] There... It's all right, Kitty. see?

Kitty Mooney:
[Kitty lets out a prolonged sob]

Hercule Poirot:
[genuinely compassionate] Oh...