With his rumpled raincoat, ever-present cigar, bumbling demeanour and Sherlock Holmesian powers of deduction, disarmingly polite homicide detective Lieutenant Columbo took on some of the most cunning murderers in Los Angeles, most of whom made one fatal, irrevocable mistake: underestimating his investigative genius.
The show follows a crime, usually adapted from current headlines, from two separate vantage points. The first half of the show concentrates on the investigation of the crime by the police, the second half follows the prosecution of the crime in court.
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Poirot and his friend Captain Hastings find themselves investigating the murder of Count Foscatini, who was found in his flat. As it turns out, the dead man's valet, Mr. Graves, has been dating Miss Lemon and has been less than honest with her about his profession. As for the dead nobleman, the police believe he was being blackmailed. The Italian Embassy denies any knowledge of the man and denies that he had any official role in the country. Poirot doubts the veracity of their claims but also concludes that others are lying as well. Written by
How nice it is to have Poirot back working with the entire team of Hastings, Japp, and Lemon. Miss Lemon's budding romance with Mr. Graves is intriguing and reminds me of how I recollect Christie first introducing the Miss Lemon character. She said something to the effect that Miss Lemon was one of the thousands of women of her generation who remained single because so many young men were killed in World War I. The stark reminder of the devastation of that war on a whole generation made a big impression on me over forty years ago. The story concerns Poirot's investigation of the murder of an Italian diplomat. Suspicion falls upon a man who may have been blackmailing him. Aside, obviously, for the murder itself, this is a quite a light hearted episode and Poirot's final expression in the show is priceless.
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