an
expedition for the museum on the
Upper Xingu. Something horrible
happened. Im the only one who got
out alive. I lost everything, my
I.D., everything. I have to make
sure no one else dies. The crates,
the crates were sent out before we
knew. Theres something unspeakable
inside. If your boat leaves harbor
with those crates on board, I cant
be responsible. My God, if they
reach New York...
Whitt
an honor to greet you.
You have your favorite number, .
Ecco, Signor Bianchi.
Benvenuto!
Numero nove. Come sempre.
Grazie, Pierre. I understand
that you are full up.
Its unbelievable, signor.
All the world elects to travel tonight.
Nonetheless, you must find room
for Monsieur Poirot here.
Monsieur Hercule Poirot?
- The famous...
- Precisely.
And he is also a personal
friend of mine.
Please be so
undertaker
sells empty boxes.
By the look of you lot, Id make
more money with my tape-measure.
Here, one price, ten pound.
- Did you say ten pound?
- Are you deaf?
Bargain. Ill take one.
Squeeze in. Left leg, right leg.
They call it walking.
You want one, darling?
Thats it, theyre waking up.
Treat the wife -
treat somebody elses wife.
Its more fun
if you dont get caught.
You want one?
Show me a b
On a fine May afternoon, the beautiful and innocent Tess Durbeyfield spies a handsome young stranger at a village dance, but he ignores her.
Forced by family hardship to seek support from her relatives the DUrbervilles, apparently anancient lineage, she falls under the spell of her manipulative cousin Alec - with shocking and lasting consequences.
Episode 2
Second in the four-part drama series b
Malloy sits over a table fiddling with the tape. He is young, half-shaven, dressed in T shirt and jeans. He looks too --
LOUIS, who stands by the window, looking out on the streeet, with his back to Mallowy. Louis is dressed in an old-fashioned suit.
LOUIS
So you want me to tell you the story of my life...
MALLOY
Thats what I do. I interview people. I collect lives. F.M. radio. F.F.R.C. I just
an old photograph of a 1930s hotel, the "Mon Signor," in its heyday, with a full staff of 30 people posed on the lawn in front.
An old guy with a staccato voice delivers a monologue:
VOICE-OVER
There used to be a staff of fifty in this place. Im the only one left from those days. It all comes down to one sap: the night-shift bellhop, thats me. What the hell is a bellhop? You know where the name
an accident.
- Where?!
I dont know, do I, fathead?!
Thats what were gonna find out.
Why cant you just sit and wait
like everybody else?
- Show them the stethoscope, pet.
- What for?
- Let them know were doctors.
- Well do no such thing.
- What are you doing?
- Its all right. Im a doctor.
Im a doctor, theres been an accident.
Im a doctor.
This is the way
that it was with my father.
Minor dupliciti
an equerry, not a scarecrow.
A property due to me from the Crown.
You murderous fiend!
Thank God I have you yet.
Do not fuss, madam.
The king has no wound, just a torn waistcoat.
One would consider that almost as vexing.
What was that?
I was rejoicing, sir, that you are unharmed.
The son rejoices(!)
The Prince of Wales rejoices. Huh.
Me, too, Pa. God save the king... and so on.
Your Majesty!
Aha,
an entire company of the enemy.
Sergeant Shaw was awarded
the Medal of Honor.
I signed the recommendation myself.
Yes, sir.
Were you wounded?
I was, I was injured.
Concussion, lost focus.
Sergeant Shaw, he took command.
Major?
- Yes.
- Did your unit sustain any casualties?
Yes. PFC Edward Ingram,
PFC Robert Baker III
were killed.
Now, the Medal of Honor,
Congressional Medal of Honor,
is the highe
an atom from the truth...
tells us of that huge Philistine Goliath...
who was fourteen and a half feet high...
which is an prodigious stature.
You blaspheme by quoting the Holy Bible...
for your purposes.
The interpretation of holy writ...
is the sacred function of the Friars.
We cannot all be Friars.
And there are many ways God leads his children home.
Religion is knight-errantry.
Miguel de Cerv