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The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and yet you forget that everywhere there is evil under the sun.

Evil Under the Sun is a 1982 British mystery film in which detective Hercule Poirot searches for a stolen diamond, and investigates a murder, at an expensive hotel on the fictional island of Tyrania in the Adriatic Sea.

Directed by Guy Hamilton. Written by Anthony Shaffer, based on the 1941 novel of the same name by Agatha Christie.
Evil is Everywhere. Even in Paradise.  (taglines)

Poirot

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  • It is not me that is hiding, it is you who are lying!
  • Yes, I have been swimming! There's nothing like the shock of cold water and rhythmic movement to stimulate the little grey cells.
  • I myself timed the journey. But then I was not running like a young gazelle, for obvious reasons.
  • Madame, there is nothing like a good night's rest to clear the little grey cells. Kindly ask all our friends to foregather in the lounge after they have finished their petit dejeuner, when all will be revealed.
  • Mesdames, Mademoiselle, Messieurs — the reason I asked you to meet me here this morning — please, Monsieur — is that I, Hercule Poirot, have discovered the identity of the murderer of Madame Marshall. This need surprise no one. Are you all comfortable? Even the murderer?
  • A picture of innocence.
  • You see, it is folly to try and trick Hercule Poirot... even in a dead language.

Daphne

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  • Dear Monsieur Poirot, a word in your ear. The whole world knows that you are a man of enormous discretion and gallantry, a man not only privy to the secrets of kings and prime ministers, but also a man who would never willingly stand by and see a lady in trouble without rushing to her aid. I appeal to you now, as just such a frail woman, in need of help. In fact I throw myself on your mercy. Couldn't we make this a private investigation? You know how peculiar people can be about a spot of murder.
  • Arlena and I were in the chorus of a show together, not that I could ever compete. Even in those days, she could always throw her legs up in the air higher than any of us... and wider.
  • Look, I was wrong about cherchez la femme. Sorry about that, but it's quite obviously cherchez le fruit. Rex, see, is the only one unaccounted for.
  • If I can't see you faces shining in every knife, fork and spoon, I'll have your guts for garters! Understood?
  • Have you ever met a Tyranian doctor, Monsieur Poirot? The limit of their skill is determining the fitness of an ox to pull a cart.
  • Monsieur Poirot, you have the French obsession — I'm sorry, Belgian obsession — with crime passionnel. But you're barking up the wrong tree.
  • Don't believe all that about her being too weedy. Women fight like tigers when losing their husbands. Not that I've had much experience at that sort of thing myself.

Arlena

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  • Thank you for those three hours of sheer, and unadulterated hell! This may come as a nasty surprise to you but shock absorbers have been standardized equipment on motorized vehicles for thirty years!
  • Linda, do stop standing there like a coughdrop and say good morning to Monsieur Poirot!
  • If it's fun you're looking for, darling, go play with the jellyfish.
  • She runs like a dromedary with dropsy.

Myra

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  • If that's Arlena, she must be being dressed by Woolworths these days.
  • I could just kill that cow!

Dialogue

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Flewitt: Morning, Poirot. I hope you have some good news for me. This case has been hanging fire for four months.
Poirot: No, I'm afraid it's one of those rare cases where an insurance company must — laugh and lump it.
Arlena: Oh, dear! I'm the last to arrive.
Daphne: Have a sausage. You must be starving having to wait all that time in your room.
Flewitt's Secretary: Hercules Parrot, sir!
Poirot: Poirot, Mademoiselle; pucker your lips as though about to bestow a kiss! Poi-rot.
Daphne: How about a cocktail, Monsieur Poirot? White Lady, a Sidecar, Mainbrace or Between the Sheets?
Poirot: No, if I could have a Crème de Cassis or a Sirop de Banane. Do you have — banana syrup?
Daphne: Certainly.
Poirot: Pardon, Madame. Je m'excuse.
Christine: Please stay. I'm just being silly. I wish I had more self-control, didn't show what I feel.
Poirot: Well, that is sometimes not easy for the ladies.
Rex: Anyway darlings, it must have cost you a pretty bundle closing a hit show like that. Would either of you care to comment on that?
Odell: Why don't you go and play with yourself.
Myra: Excessively.
Rex: Is coarseness a substitute for wit, I ask myself?
Arlena: I'm so sorry, are we late? Patrick insisted upon rowing me right round the island and it's much bigger than I thought. Poor darling, he's absolutely exhausted.
Daphne: I'm not in the least surprised.
Christine: I'm better now. In fact, I'm determined to enjoy myself. It's so blissful here, so tranquil, so far from all violence and trouble.
Poirot: Yes, you are right, Madame; the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and yet you forget that everywhere there is evil under the sun.
Daphne: I've just had a telephone call from your friend Sir Horace. He says he's having trouble with his... his... his piffle valve?
Poirot: Such a valve still has to be invented, Madame.
Daphne: Oh, well I dare say you're right, I wasn't paying that much attention, anyway the result is he'll be 24 hours late.
Rex: And how is your lovely mother, this morning?
Linda: She's not lovely and she's not my mother!
Poirot: The 'Arlena Stewarts' of this world do not count; their domination is of the moment. Really to count, a woman must have either goodness or brains.
Christine: You can't actually believe that men care for either of those things, can you?
Poirot: Oh yes I do, Madame.
Patrick: It's funny to think if Giuseppe Verdi had been an Englishman his name would have been Joe Green.
Poirot: Yes, I suppose it would, yes.
Patrick: Well it used to make the boys laugh when I was trying to din some Latin into them when I was a school teacher.
Poirot: Little boys laugh easily if it keeps them away even for a moment from their study of Latin.
Daphne: Oh, so you're the famous Hercule Poirot eh?
Poirot: Ah, you are too amiable, Madame.
Daphne: Perhaps — I hope you haven't come here to practice your sleuthing games on my guests — they've all got far too many skeletons in their cupboards to join in with enthusiasm.
Kenneth: It's a little difficult to accept your condolences, Poirot... when in the same breath you accuse me of murdering my wife because she was unfaithful.
Poirot: I can understand that, of course.
Arlena: What's it called, anyway?
Odell: "It's Not Right and It's Not Fair".
Arlena: Sounds like a black man's left leg.
Myra: Well, what the hell do we do now, Odell?
Odell: Just leave it to me. I'll think of something.
Myra: Hmmph, my hero. I swear, if you were a man I would divorce you.
Christine: How I wish I could do that, just lie in the sun.
Poirot: Mais porquoi, Madame? Look at them lying in rows, like corpses at the morgue! They are not men and women. Nothing personal about them. They're just bodies, butcher's meat, steaks grilling in the sun.
Poirot: You do not care for the aquatic sports or the sunbathing, Madame.
Christine: I wish I could. But I don't go brown. I sort of resemble a cassata. Pink skin, white blisters, and green in the face.
Horace: A couple of months back, I met a certain lady in New York. She told me she was so madly in love with me that she'd leave the show she was in. She was an actress, you know, and come back to England with me on the Queen Mary and marry me. So I bought her this stone from Tiffany's. Then halfway across the Atlantic, she changed her mind and run off with another man. Well, I wouldn't have minded so much, only she took the jewel with her! You see, that wasn't a fair do. You see, I had given her it in contemplation of marriage. And, frankly, $100,000 is a bit much to pay for three days' fumbling on the high seas.
Poirot: Oh, monsieur, who can put a price on les affaires de coeur?
Horace: Well, I bloody can. And this was too high!
Daphne: Darling, I'd love to help. But it's not publicity I need, it's the cash.
Rex: Oh, good God, darling, don't we all?
Rex: Darling, didn't anyone ever tell you that peevishness is unbecoming in young ladies?
Linda: No. But they told me not to talk to very strange men.
Daphne: I bet it pongs something rotten in there.
Poirot: Only of the breath of the sea.
Daphne: Oh, how poetic you are, Monsieur Poirot. You have the true soul of France.
Poirot: The true soul of Belgium, Madame.
Daphne: Yes, of course. How mortifyingly stupid of me! Oh, do please forgive me.
Poirot: In due course of time.
Arlena: That's enough, Linda. It's adult time. Off to bed.
Patrick: Oh, come on, darling. Let her stay. She is on holiday, after all.
Arlena: Scram, Cinderella.
Arlena: God's teeth!
Kenneth: Don't worry, darling. It's only the noonday gun.
Poirot: The noonday gun?
Kenneth: Yes, it's fired every day at 12 o'clock to commemorate the glorious victory of Kosovo-Metohija in 1193. I'm reliably informed that a mere handful of Tyranian cavalry routed over 50,000 barbarous Bosnian fanatics. It was apparently the only military success of their entire history.
Poirot: One success too many.
Daphne: You — you mean nobody did it.
Poirot: And yet we still have a body, Madame.
Daphne: Give us a few clues!
Poirot: All right, I wish you to consider very carefully: a bathing cap, a bath, a bottle, a wrist watch, the diamond, the noonday gun, the breath of the sea, and the height of the cliff. From that you should be able to solve it yourselves. We meet again in one hour. Now I am going to have my oeuf à la coque.
Daphne: I've just had a phone call from His Majesty and he is very pleased with...
Poirot: The king of Tyrania?
Daphne: He is very pleased with the matter being cleared up so quickly and so discreetly. He is so pleased he is awarding you the Order of Saint Gudrun the Inquisitive.
Poirot: Saint Gudrun the Inquisitive?
Daphne: First class.
Poirot: How many classes are there?

Taglines

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  • Evil is Everywhere. Even in Paradise.
  • Have a good time, my dear Poirot...
  • Holidays can be murder.
  • While vacationing in the Greek Isles, famous detective Hercule Poirot spotted a beautiful woman on the beach. Realizing that she was dead, he did not ask her out to dinner.

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