Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

Police Constable:
Who are you?

Hercule Poirot:
I am Hercule Poirot. Who are you?

Police Constable:
[Calling over his shoulder] Sarge? There's some French gent at the door.

Hercule Poirot:
No no no, I am not some French gent, I am some *Belgian* gent.

Police Sergeant:
Well well well, if it isn't Mr Poirot.

Hercule Poirot:
It is. Is the lady of the house in?

Police Sergeant:
The chief inspector's here.

Mrs. Ernestine Todd:
[from the window] Mr Poirot!

Hercule Poirot:
Ah! Mrs Todd, good morn...

Mrs. Ernestine Todd:
I don't know how you have the impertance to show your face here again.

Hercule Poirot:
But Mrs Todd...

Mrs. Ernestine Todd:
You were paid off, Mr Poirot, you were paid off handsomely.

Hercule Poirot:
Well...

Mrs. Ernestine Todd:
And now, look at this, you've got policemen crawling all over the house!

Chief Inspector Japp:
You're not too popular in Clapham this morning, Poirot. Bit of a wild goose chase, this. As far as we can ascertain, this Mr Simpson of yours is a perfectly respectable young bank employee, who happens to have gone home to his family. We have the Shropshire Constabulary checking that at the moment.

Hercule Poirot:
I only wanted to ask...

Mrs. Ernestine Todd:
No!

Hercule Poirot:
Well, perhaps you'd be interested to know...

Mrs. Ernestine Todd:
No, I wouldn't! Good day, Mr Poirot! [Shuts the window. Poirot starts to say something]

Chief Inspector Japp:
Poirot. [Shuts the door in Poirot's face]