Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

[Donovan is stumbling through the darkness of a dark, seemingly vacant apartment]

Donovan:
What on earth is Pat piping up to? Everything is the wrong bloody place!

[Jimmy turns on the lights; revealing that they are not in the right apartment]

Donovan:
This isn't Pat's flat.

Jimmy:
[excited whisper] Jeepers!

Donovan:
[reading a letter on the table] Mrs. Ernestine Grant...

[beat]

Donovan:
Oh, Lord! we're in *36B*, not *46B*!

Jimmy:
We better get out here before she finds us!

[someone snoring sounds]

Jimmy, Donovan:
[the two men burst into giggles]

[the two men are about to leave when Jimmy notices something shocking]

Jimmy:
Look!

[Donovan turns to see a pair of a woman's feet sticking out behind the packing cases in the flat]

Donovan:
[genuinely shocked] Good God!

[They walk over and discover Mrs. Ernestine Grant's corpse concealed behind the curtain]

Patricia Matthews, Mildred:
[singing in the background] Life is just a bowl of cherries...

[scene shifts to Hastings and Poirot watching Patricia and Mildred singing on the stairs]

Patricia Matthews, Mildred:
[singing cont] Life's too mysterious, life's too mysterious... You work, you play, you worry so/ But you can't get your dough/ while you glow, glow, glow!

Donovan:
[He and Jimmy walk out of the apartment; looking perturbed] What do we do?

Jimmy:
[pause] I don't know.

Donovan:
[to Patricia and Mildred] Pat, Mildred. Something's happened.

Patricia Matthews:
What is it?

Donovan:
There's a dead woman down here.

Mildred:
[as she and Patricia rush down the stairs; unaware that Poirot is close by; shocked] Oh my God!