Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

[first lines]

Captain Hastings:
Isn't it bracing, Poirot?

Hercule Poirot:
Bracing, Hastings?

Captain Hastings:
The weather.

Hercule Poirot:
No, it is cold and wet. Did you know, Hastings, that the earth is cooling at a rate of three degrees every twelve thousand years?

Captain Hastings:
No, I didn't know that, no.

Hercule Poirot:
Ah.

Captain Hastings:
Still, beautiful fountain, isn't it?

Hercule Poirot:
It's feeble, Hastings. Fountains used to be more vigorous. Artistic too.

Captain Hastings:
I don't know what's wrong with you today, Poirot. Nothing seems good enough for you.

Hercule Poirot:
I am finished, Hastings.

Captain Hastings:
Finished?

Hercule Poirot:
Yes. I shall retire, I think.

Captain Hastings:
But you're at the height of your powers, Poirot.

Hercule Poirot:
You are being kind, Hastings.

Captain Hastings:
No, I'm not. Well, you've got a nice home, uh, devoted friends, a brilliant career.

Hercule Poirot:
No no no, mon ami. I am nothing. I have nothing. Poirot is finished.