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Somebody died. Just then.

And another one. Gone. Dead.

God, how awful.

How can you not care?

You of all people should.

We live and then we die.

No-one can escape that.

Not even them.

Ah!

I'm going to try and
cheer up that poor Freddie.

Oh, there you are. Can we have
another bottle of champagne, please?

Yes, of course, Miss Carr.

And can you do it
quickly, please, Julij?

It's almost time to change
for supper. Our last one.

Oh!

-Do I need to save Miss Carr?
-No, no.

Just make sure the bottle of
champagne is here for when she gets out.

Put the bottle on Miss
Carr's bill, won't you, darling?

I've had enough of that.

Yes, ah, thank you very much.

In fact no, I need more.
Considering his behaviour...

...utterly putrid.

If my so-called...

Why don't you do
something about your wife?

-She keeps glaring at me.
-She's jealous.

...to get me a
decent bloody drink...

-You're beautiful, and we worship you...
-Shut up, Freddie.

For God's sake.

Oh, Lord. One of us
ought to help her up.

Judgement is not a quality
we should encourage.

In our position, we have special
opportunities to influence others.

We must not allow
ourselves to become uneven.

I'm becoming rather fond
of the Reverend and his wife.

Strange he won't let her
talk about their little boy.

-And have some water. Oh, stop!
-I'm fine.

I think we should leave.

- Come this way.
- I know what you're up to.

-Good night.
-Good night.

-You think you can have anyone you want.
-Diana!

Admit it!

You were trying to
steal my husband.

I've had enough of this stupid
argument. Someone put her to bed.

- Really, Diana.
- Get off me.

-Don't look at me like that.
-Dreadful people.

Awful to think they're English.

And you!

Don't touch me!

Iris. It's me. Open up.

Yes?

Coming!

What do you mean, you're not leaving?
Don't be ridiculous. I'll help you pack.

No.

You can't possibly
travel back on your own.

Why not?

Is this because of what
happened last night?

No.

Oh, I don't know. I'm
so bored with everyone.

I'm so terribly
sorry we bore you.

Not you.

Bored with myself.

If I spend a bit of time on my
own getting on with it, it might help.

What about me?
What am I going to do?

You're not bored!

Fine.

Don't be angry with me.

You need us, Iris. You
don't have anyone else.

Now, I'll see you out the
front with your bags packed.

-Well, then I should stay here with you.
-Absolutely not.

All the English news this morning
is full of some new flu in England.

Everyone's dying.

-We could stay here until...
-You are not going to die.

It's because of that silly old
Diana. I don't care what you say.

God! What an odious man.

I can't believe you
actually felt sorry for him.

How do you expect us to have
any fun if we're leaving you behind?

You
know it's you I love.

Me, or my money?

You really are staying.

I simply cannot bear a
single day without you, so...

Odette! Go home.

Iris, I... Goodbye.

Come on, Iris,
you've got to come.

Charlie, put me
down. Stop it. Odette.

-In you go!
-In you go!

Let's drive, go, go, go!

-Iris! Iris!
-Stop it, now go home.

- Bye!
- Bye! Leave early?

I have
matters to attend to.

But I can't suddenly
arrive home two days early.

Well, that's not my problem.

Ah! Don't you
ever do that again!

You promised me!

I made no such promise.

This is just an adventure.

That's all.

Oh, apparently there
has been rain in England.

-Goody.
-She's quite dedicated to our rose garden.

We may need to get back to it.

That man's face seems
very familiar to me.

There is definitely something
mysterious going on.

A honeymoon?

I wonder if they're
really married.

Do you?

Isn't it simpler to believe we are
all of us what we assume to be?

I think I'll take a stroll down to the
village for a chat with my friends.

If you'll excuse me.

How can he talk to them if he
doesn't know their language?

Oh, he makes them understand.

Sympathy and common humanity.

Oh!

Oh!

Excuse me!

You there!

Where
is the Hotel Cigoc?

Cigoc. Hotel?

Cigoc.

The Hotel Cigoc.

I am lost. Do you understand?

Do you understand English?

Oh, for God's sake.

What is wrong with you people?

English. I speak English.

Just a moment.

Damn it!

I'm sorry we drove your
husband away by talking scandal.

I know he disapproves, but I'm
fascinated by the honeymooners.

I do wonder why they have not
bothered to speak to any one of us?

Because they're lying.

I thought they'd all left.

I know I shouldn't judge others,

but I can't understand
how anyone can tell a lie.

I mean people like us.

You're rather young to be
travelling without friends.

Your family will be
worried about you.

I have none.

No family at all?

No, and no relatives.

Aren't I lucky?

She could do with
a lesson in manners.

She could do with
a bit more than that.

Yes.

Miss Carr?

Please, can I help?

I'm fine.

It's just a couple of scratches.

Where did you go?

For a walk, but I got lost.

I'm sure I heard
gunshots and shouting.

There are bad people
in the mountains.

You should have taken a guide.

No. No.

I was once told that because I
have this square on my palm...

Do you see it?

It means that I live
in a protected area.

That I'll always be safe.

Thank you.

Quiet tonight.

You must get tired of
all that horrible rabble.

It is quiet. But I happen
to miss my friends.

Would you like to join our party
for the return journey to London?

We're going back
to our little son.

May I?

Please.

He's very beautiful, I know.

Hard to think he came from us!

If you'll excuse me.

Ah, danke schon.

Would you send some
supper up to my room?

Yes, of course, madame.

And actually, would you prepare my
bill for me? I'd like to leave tomorrow.

Oh, I thought you were
staying on with us for...

Now, I've changed my mind.

Would you book me a seat
on the afternoon express?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

-You have a telegram for me?
-Oh, yes.

The concierge from the
Cigoc Hotel booked it for me.

As I said, there is nothing
in the name of Iris Carr.

Fine. I'll buy another.

I'm sorry, madame,

there are no more reserved
seats left on the afternoon express.

-What?
-The reserved class is fully booked.

Well, surely you can
find a seat for me.

You are welcome to wait and
see if there are cancellations.

There is still time
before the train...

I have to get on that train. I
don't care how much it costs.

I cannot sell you a seat
when there are no seats to sell.

Please.

I need to get back to London.

-There is a seat, but...
-I'll take it.

Oh!

Somebody hit me on the head.

Oh, God! Oh, I'm stranded!

I have no money and no passport.

The sun.

You fall on ground.

Sunstroke.

No. They stole my money.

I have bag.

I'm too late!

Thank you!

Oh!

Excuse me.

I have a ticket...
for this seat.

Would you mind
terribly... The window?

Baroness?

Are you coming
to the restaurant car to get tea?

My name's Winifred
Froy, by the way.

Oh! Oh, come on. It'll be
much easier if I pull you through.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, no, I'm sorry.

Oh! It's you.

I was just looking out to
see if our tea was coming.

We decided to travel
back a day earlier.

Well, I suggest we send the jolly old
waiter back here with your tea, pronto.

Oh,
that would be kind.

My husband is such
a wretched traveller.

Like so many big, strong men.

I'm sure the tea
will revive him.

Aren't we blocking the way?

You're quite a fragile thing.

I really
don't think I should.

Hello.

Whoo-hoo!

Your friend is trying
to attract your attention.

-I think I'm imagining things.
-No. You are not.

The Baroness has been very rude.

Um, do want anything
else with your tea?

Do you know, I must
apologise for not backing you

about the window
in the compartment.

So I wasn't imagining
their animosity?

Well, it was stuffy

but I didn't want to interfere
because of the Baroness.

That appalling woman in black.

Yes.

You see, she is a member of the family to
which I had the honour of being governess.

Her brother was my employer.

And now I'm under
obligation to her.

There was a muddle
about my place in the train.

I'd booked second-class,
but there wasn't a seat left.

The Baroness kindly
paid the difference

so I could travel first
class in her carriage.

Well, she doesn't look kind.

None of them do.

Well, it's the
authority they exude.

But of course,
one gets used to it.

You have no idea of the
power of my late employer.

What he says goes. And he
doesn't even have to speak,

a nod is enough.

Oh, you have no idea of the
complex nature of life in the Balkans.

People live side by side,

but there are many intolerances.

It's hard to know if it's in
their nature to be volatile,

or whether it's
a product of it all.

-May I tell you something?
-Oh, I...

My employer was away when I
gave notice, and it troubled me to think

he might find my leaving
an act of treachery.

I went out for an early morning walk.

You can't imagine how beautiful
the grounds are on the estate.

They really have the
most spectacular garden.

And I bumped into him.
He wasn't away after all!

He was supposed to have
been out of the country.

Anyway, he was charming.

One would think
it was a relief to be

leaving under such
unpleasant circumstances,

but...

What?

Do you know, I found an English
newspaper this morning which was full of...

Oh, I'm so sorry, my dear,
have I bored you? I've bored you.

Not at all. It's
just terribly stuffy.

Oh, no, my dear. You can't
possibly leave them such a big tip.

-Please. I don't mind.
-Oh, please,

I insist.

And I'm happy to
pay for your tea.

Oh, do you know, my dear,

I feel so reinforced,
now that I've met you.

We must stick together.

No, don't look so worried.
We'll have a wonderful time.

Pater and Mater can talk of
nothing else but my return.

They're as excited as
children. And so is Soc.

He'll be waiting for
every train until I return.

-Soc?
-Soc. Yes. Short for Socrates.

Pater's name for him. He's a Border
Collie, and he's really devoted to me.

Look at these
beautiful creatures.

I don't understand.

Why are all the
people from the hotel on this train?

Has it been perfect?

Oh, yes.

Not perfect, then.

But, darling, is
anything perfect?

Not when we're living a lie.

That nun looks like a criminal.

She's not a nun, she's a nurse.

Then I pity her patients.

This patient is the
Baroness's sister.

They're all terribly worried
about her. Pneumonia, they think.

She's been bleeding
out of her ears.

The good doctor, the tall man with
glasses that came into our carriage,

has taken it upon himself
to bring her to Trieste.

That fascist is a doctor?

Oh, yes, my dear. And a very
important one in these parts.

I'd rather have a vet.

It's him.

Now, I'm going to remind
you that we are English.

As long as we keep
an eye on each other,

we shouldn't need to be nervous
of our situation or the Baroness,

even if I am under
obligation to her.

I'm not nervous of the Baron...

Of her.

Come on, my dear, chin up.

Of course, Mater and Pater
would prefer it if I never left England.

I've told them I promised
them I'd stick to Europe,

but when I'm near a boundary, I
just ache to hop over the line to Asia.

This fair, curly hair would
have a wonderful time,

and then there are
all those languages!

I can't think of anything more
boring than learning a language.

And I don't see why more
foreigners don't speak English.

That is even more boring.

My dear, you can't be
serious.

Shall I tell you something
that really happened?

A woman who had been
certified as insane was

supposed to be taken
to a private asylum.

But the ambulance accidentally
went to the wrong house

and forcibly took the wrong
woman, who was English,

and could not speak the language
of the country she was staying in,

and she found herself
locked up in a private asylum...

Please stop.

I can imagine the
whole thing. Vividly.

Would you mind if
we stopped talking?

My dear, whatever is the matter?

Apparently, I have a rather
ghastly attack of sunstroke.

I collapsed at the station
before I got on the train.

I have a large bump
on the back of my head.

Oh, you poor soul!

Why on earth didn't you ask
me to stop chattering before?

You do not look well.

An aspirin should help.

I don't think you should have
dinner in the restaurant car.

I'll bring you something later.

Pater and Mater can talk of
nothing else but my return.

They're as excited as
children. And so is Soc.

He's a Border Collie, and
he's really devoted to me.

Try and keep your eyes
closed, I do think it helps.

Wo ist die Dame English?

Ou est la dame Anglaise?

Where is the English lady?

The English lady
who was sitting there!

Wake up.

Where is Miss Froy?

I know no-one of that name.

The English woman
who was sitting here.

You are the only English
woman in this carriage.

But she was sitting right here.

I spoke to her. I
had tea with her.

Her luggage was right there.

There has been no other
English woman in this carriage.

Reverend!

-Oh, you don't look well.
-It's the motion sickness.

Can I help you with
something, my dear?

I don't suppose you've seen
the woman I was with earlier?

Would you like me to help you?

No. Kenneth, please.
You're not well.

Yes. Thank you, anyway.

Are you going to
pick up in the next half hour?

-Yep.
-Chest to cards.

- Pick up.
- Chest to cards.

What about discarding?

-Discard, discard, discard.
-Yes. Yes.

Does anyone here speak English?

Can I be of use?

Oh...

Well, it's all
rather complicated.

I'm in a bit of a jam, and I'm sure
there's been some horrible mistake,

but I can't speak a word
of this miserable language.

That's all right. I
speak the lingo.

Just put me wise to the trouble.

May I offer my services
as an interpreter?

He's my old Professor
of Linguistics at Oxford.

But he's no good. He
only knows grammar.

Whereas I can swear in the vernacular
in case we need a spot of profanity.

An English woman has
disappeared from the train.

She's real...

I mean she's a
real person, but...

The Baroness says that...

That there was no Miss Froy...

Are you able to pull yourself together
enough to make a coherent statement?

She was sitting opposite
me when I got on the train.

We took tea together
in the restaurant car.

I wasn't feeling well,
and she looked after me.

I went to sleep,
and now she's gone.

Her bag has been removed
from the luggage rack.

-And she's English?
-Yes, yes.

Miss Froy. She's a governess.

Did you ask the other
passengers in your compartment?

Yes. But I'm not sure
they understood me.

The next course of action is to
interview them in their own language.

Will you come, too,
and swear for us?

Like a bird... parrot,
I mean, of course.

Lead on, Professor.

Um, allow me to
introduce myself.

Max Hare at your disposal.

Better call me Maximilian,
but if you prefer... Max.

-And you are?
-Iris Carr.

-Miss?
-Miss.

Good.

Two English gentlemen have come to
make some enquiries about Miss Froy.

-Professor Hastings.
-Oh!

That's so strange.

What is?

What are they saying?

Um, I'll go in and check he's not
missing any colloquial moments.

Still hours
and hours to go.

Seems as though we'll never
get to Trieste, let alone Turin.

Anxious to drop me?

I'm not thinking of you.

Surely you're not pining after your
portly husband or grisly children?

Haven't I given you a
memory you'll never forget?

What a fool I've been.

Miss Carr, you have made
an extraordinary mistake.

Uh, no-one is missing
in this compartment

and no-one knows anything about
the lady that you say is missing.

Are you telling
me I invented her?

Well, I hardly
know what to think.

Well, then I'll tell you.
These people are telling lies.

I feel I can vouch for
each and every one

of the passengers
in this compartment.

But you've only just met them.

They are all in the
employ or connected to the Baroness.

This is ridiculous.

They weren't the
only people to see her.

I had tea with Miss
Froy in the restaurant car.

But then there must be
someone who'll remember her.

-Miss Froy paid for the tea.
-The waiter should remember.

Well, you'll have to give
us a description of the lady.

Oh, she's middle-aged and
ordinary, rather colourless.

I'm afraid that's all I know.

You sat opposite her at tea.

Yes, but the sun
was blinding, and...

Tall or short, fat
or thin, fair or dark?

I think she said she
had fair, curly hair.

"Said"? You didn't
notice this for yourself?

And what did she wear?

Donegal tweed. Oatmeal,
flecked with brown.

It was a two-piece, and
the jacket was finger length,

with patch pockets folded
back to form a triangle.

Small heart brooch with
tiny cut sapphires on her lapel

and she wore a natural tussore
shirt-blouse, pearl buttons,

pin tucks stitched with blue, and
there was a small handkerchief,

embroidered with blue flowers,
a different shade in her handbag.

You must be able to
remember her face.

You see, I had such
a frantic headache.

Cause and effect.

The doctor said you were
suffering from a slight sunstroke.

Oh, the
sunstroke explains all.

You saw someone
who wasn't there.

When you fell
asleep, you dreamt.

When you woke up, you
were feeling much better

and there was no Miss Froy
because she never actually existed.

She was a delirium, a dream.

If I had known the circumstances,
I should not have intervened.

I'm sorry for
taking up so much of your time.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
the matter is by no means over.

Why should you
imagine I am telling a lie?

Apart from the fact that you barely
remember what the woman looked like,

perhaps you could explain
why six persons should lie?

I can't.

Unless one person's lying and
the others are backing her up.

In which case, it's
her word against mine.

As I'm English and you're English
and this concerns an English woman,

and it's your duty
to believe me.

Do not confuse patriotism
with prejudice, Miss Carr.

Besides, your
insinuation is absurd.

What motive would the
Baroness have for lying?

I don't know.

Miss Froy was...
so insignificant.

The Baroness paid for an upgrade

on Miss Froy's ticket
because there was a mix up.

Well, I'm gratified to
hear about my generosity.

Unfortunately, I
know nothing of it.

Perhaps the ticket master
will refresh my memory.

Are you bored?

No. I was thinking about
my Middlemist Rose.

Oh?

Might have missed it if
we hadn't left a day early.

Are you going to
put it in the show?

I hadn't thought of it.

Oh. There's something
else for you to think about.

He does not understand a word.

Iris.

It's impossible to know
what was actually said.

He spoke in a dialect
I didn't understand.

What?

I'm beginning to suspect the only
language anyone understands is "Baroness".

I suppose I should ask how
you know their language.

I came here to build a bridge.

And then I was asked
to build another one.

Four years later,
I'm still here.

Building bridges?

You make it difficult to be open to
conviction while you are unable to produce

any kind of definite proof.

Uh, I'll go back to
the restaurant car.

Ask if anybody has
seen a woman in tweed.

If you'll follow me, I'm going
to test some English memories.

I can't prove Miss Froy is missing until
I prove she existed in the first place.

Correct? You want
definitive proof.

A witness. One or more will do.

Who is that girl?

She's part of that ghastly
crowd from the hotel.

I have at least one because
there were other English people

staying in my hotel,
and are now on this train.

-I know they saw Miss Froy, too.
-I see.

When we arrive in Trieste, we must
go straight to the British Embassy.

They'll want to hold up the
train for a thorough examination.

We are not missing out on your
Middlemist Rose because of that silly girl.

I am more than
happy to co-operate,

but I have absolutely no idea
about whom she is speaking.

No lady did me the honour to

linger by my window.

- But you saw her.
- No.

Yes, and your wife saw
her, you were both annoyed.

We are not a peep show.

I am sorry.

Do you mind if we shut the
door? I'd like to rest before dinner.

Can I take you back
to your compartment?

No.

There are others.

I know I can rely on you.

You remember the English woman in
tweed I was with in the restaurant car.

I have no recollection
of your companion.

But you said she was
trying to attract my attention.

Someone may have been
with you, but I can't recall.

I'm afraid I wasn't
wearing my glasses.

You must understand it
would be against our principles

to identify someone of
whom we were not sure.

Miss Froy has
disappeared off this train.

Are you telling me that you wouldn't lift a
finger to help someone who is in danger?

What kind of danger could
one be in on a crowded train?

- Excuse me.
- Oh.

The Reverend is having a little
sleep so I thought I'd take advantage.

Miss Carr.

Oh, I hope I haven't
driven you out.

No. Of course not.

And I expect you don't
remember Miss Froy, either.

The little woman in tweed?

Oh! Thank you!

Thank you.

I am not mad. I
am not in a delirium!

-How shall we play it?
-By confronting the Baroness.

There must be some
misunderstanding.

There's no misunderstanding,
the Baroness lied to you.

-Well, perhaps I misunderstood.
-No, you didn't.

You were a clinking
interpreter, professor.

You didn't slip up on a thing.

I think she's
disguised as the doctor.

A wig to cover
the fair, curly hair.

You are not amusing.

You seem to forget that besides being
a real person, Miss Froy is still missing.

We need to act
with some urgency.

Admittedly. But it's
a perplexing problem,

and I do not care to act
without careful consideration.

What is he doing?

I think he's going
to have a cigarette.

I'll find her myself.

Uh-uh.

He'll be back.

I think it's better
that we wait for him.

He lends an air of authority
that we quite happily lack.

I'll wait as long as it
takes to smoke a cigarette.

You must be the most
unselfish person alive.

Am I right?

Miss Froy is a complete
stranger to you?

Really, it's almost unnatural.

I'm not usually like this.

You see, the amusing part,
it's rather the other way round.

I can't understand myself a bit.

It's far too easy to point
the finger at a woman

and declare her hysterical
or having seen a delirium.

-Yes, but...
-No. Let me finish.

The whole thing, the sunstroke,

the people telling
me it's a dream,

the jangling in my mind...

Even I started to
think I was going mad.

I don't want to
waste any more time.

I know this sounds
like some soppy picture,

but her people are expecting her home
and her fool of a dog meets every train.

That upsets you?

This kind of pathetic
emotion is treason.

You don't care about family?

Seeing as I have none.

Not since I was too
young to remember.

And don't you dare
feel sorry for me.

Miss Carr.

Your friend has
returned to the carriage.

Apparently, she was talking to one
of the nurses in another compartment.

Of course she was.

Professor, Miss Froy has been discovered,
and I'm determined that you meet her.

Miss Froy!

You are not Miss Froy.

No. I am not Miss
Froy. I am Frau Kummer.

I told you this when
we had our tea together.

But...

No, this is not the woman.
I had tea with Miss Froy.

No. I am not mad. This isn't
right. Mrs Barnes met her.

She'll tell you this isn't her.

I will fetch Mrs Barnes and we
can put an end to this silly charade.

Excuse me.

My dear, you do look quite
forlorn. Is something wrong?

Would you mind awfully if I
let you into my confidence?

I have told the Reverend we had to
leave early because I am missing our son.

You may be frank
with us, Mrs Barnes.

The Reverend
and I met late in life.

Of course we understood
the likelihood of a child

was virtually impossible.

So you can imagine our ecstasy
when our son Gabriel was born.

As you know, the Reverend
forbade all talk of him

while we were at the hotel.

His logic for doing so...

Our devotion to him has,

the Reverend believes,
been tempting fate,

and now I'm...

Well, it appears the Reverend
was right. Fate has been...

I'm sorry to trouble
you, Mrs Barnes.

The, uh, very emotional young lady
wants you to identify the missing woman.

Well, can't she do that herself?

She says now that the
lady is not the original one,

who, according to
her, is still missing.

Well, I hope she is the
right one, for your sake.

Because otherwise, mark my words,
she'll have you hanging around Trieste

and you'll miss your
connection to Milan.

But I have to return to
England. It's terribly urgent!

Still, one has to do one's duty.

Whatever the cost.

-Oh, Kenneth, what are you doing?
-I was worried.

I'm just helping the Professor
identify the woman who sent us our tea.

-I'll come with you.
-You're not well.

No, I insist. I should like
to thank the lady myself.

Excuse me.
Thank you. REVEREND: Sorry.

I think I have
the right waiter.

And by the way, he's very
proud of speaking English.

I want you to look at this lady.

Don't look at her
clothes, look at her face.

Now tell me, is this
the lady I had tea with?

Yes, tea.

-You're sure?
-Yes, madame, I am positive sure.

Thank you.

Um, excuse me.

Ah. Edna, my dear, is this
the lady who ordered our tea?

This is the woman.

I'm very glad to be able to
take this opportunity to thank you

for your kindness.

She was part of a group of
people staying at the hotel.

They were no testimonial
for the English nation.

Their lack of propriety...

They were a party of near
nudists, drinking all day and all night.

They were complete nuisance.

And then there was the disgraceful
scene on the terrace yesterday.

-Two women screaming about a man.
-Over a man.

And everyone came out to watch.

She was one of the women.

I quite understand
your feelings.

You see, my point in
asking your opinion is to see

whether or not she
could be hysterical.

-Without a doubt.
-No, I don't think we can judge

whether or not
the girl is hysterical.

Well, herein lies my dilemma.

Either the girl is telling a pack
of lies to get into the limelight

or she is suffering from a slight
delirium as a result of sunstroke.

If the story were true and
the governess was hiding,

she could be doing so for
a strong personal reason.

I think, at this point, we have to say
that this is your dilemma and not ours.

Although we do empathize with
the situation this has put you in.

Sorry to be such
a crashing bore.

I'm quite all right
now, thank you.

I'm surprised the
Professor let me in here.

I think you two may have
got off on the wrong foot.

Look, I'll be honest with you.

You haven't given us one reason why
this woman would be worth abducting.

If she is real and it is
true, then how on earth is

she important enough to make
this whole charade worthwhile?

I wish I knew!

And the worst thing is
she may have told me,

but honestly, she didn't stop
talking and so I stopped listening.

Well, do you know how she was
associated with the Baroness?

Her employer was a
member of the family.

The Baroness has a brother.
And there are rumours, uh...

There was a story in the English papers
about an intellectual who was murdered

for opposing the king.

It's the kind of thing that
happens all the time here,

but it's the first time that
it's got into the foreign press.

There is talk that the Baroness's
brother hunted him down

and shot him in broad daylight.

Ah, now there's plenty of
talk about other suspects.

-But if it is the Baroness's brother...
-I hate to burst your bubble,

but the brother was
in Vienna at the time.

You have to understand the Balkans
is a place heaving with conspiracies.

You cannot trust
anything anyone tells you.

No, don't you see? There's
one thing I'm certain of.

By bringing out Frau Kummer,

the Baroness has proved
that Miss Froy exists.

This has turned into
something terribly sinister.

Look, as much as I would
like to believe you, and I would,

I have to look at the facts.

What facts?

Only one person out of the whole
myriad of witnesses has backed your story.

And that one person, Mrs Barnes
and her husband, the Reverend,

positively identified Frau Kummer
as the woman you were with.

So you think I'm mad?

Please. Be serious.

This is the most awful thing
that has ever happened to me.

Well, I am grateful to Miss
Froy for bringing us together.

You may be prepared to give
up on Miss Froy, but I am not.

Second seating
for the dinner start now.

I'm not a bad person.

I'm not a bad person.

I'm not a bad person.

Why did you lie about Miss Froy?

I believe her name
is Frau Kummer.

You know as well as I
do that she's English.

She was kind to you.
She's a very kind woman.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Whatever you think of
me, please, I beg you.

Her parents are waiting for her.

If you can imagine
what that's like for them...

How would you feel if you
never saw your child again?

I'm sorry. The woman I
saw was Frau Kummer.

I don't know why you'd think
she had an English accent.

Come to gloat?

I am concerned
about you, Miss Carr.

I have been talking to Mr
Hare and we are both wondering

if you are fit to continue
this journey alone.

I am perfectly fit.

I wouldn't want anyone
to worry on my account.

And what if you collapse later?

It would be more awkward
for you and everyone else.

I have been discussing
it with the doctor just now,

who has come to the rescue
with an admirable solution.

As the doctor is taking the
patient to a hospital in Trieste,

he has offered to see you placed in a
recommended nursing home for the night.

Of course...

How clever of him.

Oh, no, I think you've
misunderstood, it was at my suggestion.

Max is genuinely worried about you,
and he asked me to use my influence.

No one can influence
me to go with the doctor.

In that case, as there is no more
to be said, I will take my leave.

Can't you see that he's trying to
kidnap me as well? The man is evil!

I see nothing in his behaviour
other than a man of medicine

who is objective
about his care for you.

And all you see in my behaviour

is a woman who is hysterical?

If you want the
brutal truth, yes.

Then I won't pretend to
be grateful for your interest.

-As you wish.
-But I...

Yes?

Nothing.

Do you need a hand?

Not talking to me?

Why did you lie to the girl
about the peeping woman?

I thought you understood.
Why did you lie?

Well, I don't know.
Because you did.

I expect you'll appreciate
that I was one jump ahead.

You hadn't realised

that I would have had to
make a statement in Trieste.

If you could
imagine the headline.

"English Woman Lost
on Continental Express."

And a photo of Mr
Todhunter on his honeymoon.

Now I am... I am more than
aware of the penalties of fame.

The English press
would have jumped on it.

"Sir Peveril Brown caught
with mistress in Italy."

All would have been
lost, Laura, my dear.

Yes.

Yes.

All would have been lost.

You suggested I
stop off at Trieste.

Yes. I was worried
stiff about you.

Why?

Well, hanged if I know
why, it's not a habit of mine.

For some reason,
I'd like to help you.

You said you didn't believe
me based on the facts.

But your facts are based on
what other people have seen.

-Yes.
-How do you know

your witnesses are reliable?

Because they're all
saying the same thing.

No. It's because they're matrons
and Sunday school teachers.

Let me give you my facts.

There wasn't only a mix-up
with Miss Froy's ticket.

There was also a dispute about mine.
I ended up paying an absolute fortune

to bribe the ticket officer
into giving me this seat.

-I can only take your word for that.
-Just hear me out.

It wasn't sunstroke that
made me fall on the platform.

I have a large egg on
the back of my head.

Oh, from where you
fell on the platform.

I was sitting on a bench seat with a
back. How could I have fallen backwards?

One might begin to conclude that I
wasn't wanted in this compartment.

But not everyone from
your hotel is involved in this.

You said that the
Reverend and Mrs Barnes

-positively identified Frau Kummer.
-Yes.

The Reverend
never saw Miss Froy.

It was Mrs Barnes who spoke to Miss
Froy because the Reverend was so unwell...

It's the Reverend's credibility
that made you believe Mrs Barnes.

It is only her word against mine, and
why should I be judged at face value

-if it goes against me?
-I can't dispute that.

You want to help?

You tell me the motivation for making
Miss Froy disappear off this train.

But I can't.

I'm only asking you imagine she exists.
And don't pretend you're not clever.

Hmm. Well, they couldn't
have bumped her off at home.

That would have brought
in the foreign press.

An English governess
disappears in Croatia.

Disappearing on a train...

That's far more cunning.

-Oh.
-They would have lost valuable time

before they could prove
that the lady had vanished.

And no-one on the train would
actually remember when she was here.

Her disappearance could have
been after she'd arrived in Italy.

Or she could have stopped off in
Paris for a couple of days to shop.

It will be impossible to trace it
back to the Baroness and her family.

So they've probably already
flung her from the train?

The body would be found.

No, much better
to invent an invalid,

and that be the
Baroness's sister.

Miss Froy is in the last
compartment disguised as an invalid!

How can anybody recognise her
with all that equipment around her?

And why else would the
compartment be sealed?

So what happens to her
when we get to Trieste?

Dump her in some river, I
expect. Weighed down and all that.

We have to see the patient.

-We can't go marching in there.
-Why not?

We still have no
proof Miss Froy exists.

This was simply a yarn
that I made up for you.

It's just silly hypothesizing.

Please go.

-Let me talk to the Professor.
-Don't bother.

He's prejudiced in
favour of those matrons.

Can't you get your
hair to lie down?

No. Neither by kindness nor
threats. It's my secret sorrow.

Thank you.

That's the first bit of
interest you've shown in me.

Miss Froy!

Let me pass.

You are in pain.

That is not good,
for you are young

and you are travelling
without friends.

I will ask the nurse to give you
something to relieve your pain.

No. Thank you. I would
like you to step aside.

Nurse!

Get off me!

Why are we stopping?

It's the frontier.

Do we have to go
through Customs?

No, no. The
officials get on here.

Please. You have to help me! A
woman's disappeared on the train.

-She's been kidnapped.
-No, no, no. No passengers off the train.

Do you understand? A
woman has been kidnapped.

Get in! You can't stay here.

Oh, for God's sake. Why is
that woman holding up the train?

You have to search the train.
You have to stop the train here!

And why can't they
control that animal?

It appears to be
barking at nothing.

I doubt it.

Dogs see and hear things the
rest of us don't, especially at night.

Well, it's a good thing they
can't speak, then, isn't it, my dear?

What are you staring at?

The Professor. I
thought I'd talk to him.

I don't think he has enough
money for you, my dear.

I'm not interested
in the Professor that way.

-Back on the train!
-You have to search the train!

They're lying to me.

I'm wondering if I could
endure the name Brown

after being known
as Mrs Parmiter.

On what occasion would
you have to take my name?

If I went to the Professor and assured
him of the little spinster's existence...

I would like to know
your implication.

Well, with all the publicity
we would both have,

we would be free
to marry each other.

When your wife reads about us
in the papers, there'll be a divorce.

No woman could stand that.

And I quite like the idea
of being Lady Brown.

I hate to disappoint you, my dear,
but my wife will never divorce me.

And she is the only Lady
Brown that there will ever be.

I doubt very much whether there
will ever be any risk of publicity.

Unless, of course,
you would like it?

Miss Froy saw the Baroness's brother
when he wasn't supposed to be there.

This was tucked
into Miss Froy's seat.

-An English newspaper.
-Yes!

If I am the only English
woman in my compartment,

why would there be an
English newspaper there?

-Uh... Because it's over a week old.
-No.

It doesn't matter.
It's the dates.

The dates are
wrong. And she knew!

She was squeezing my
hand when I was falling asleep.

And I didn't keep an eye on her.

Please, don't encourage her.

Look, I know this is all tumbling
out of me, but you have listen to me.

You said that the Baroness's brother
had an alibi that he was in Vienna.

Miss Froy told me that she saw him when
he was supposed to be away, but he wasn't.

Because he murdered that man.

And that's why... That's why
she's disappeared off this train.

And now they're
trying to kill me.

You cannot possibly be serious.

Oh, I'm very serious.

And I know where Miss Froy is.

And I expect you're
going to tell me.

Do go on, Miss Carr.

Miss Froy is the invalid in
the sealed compartment.

I'm truly worried about the
state of this young woman's mind.

Don't you see? This is
deadly, terribly urgent.

When we arrive
Trieste, it will be too late!

Can it wait until after dinner?

The young lady is in a
very highly strung condition.

I think, Mr Hare, you are right,
it may be safer to reassure her.

Miss Carr, please, sit down
for a moment, would you?

Please. I have
something to tell you.

This is not something I wanted
anyone to know on this train.

But I feel in this situation, I am forced
to take you all into my confidence.

My patient started with an
ordinary attack of influenza,

which very rapidly turned into a
most vicious type of pneumonia.

Her respiratory
system is compromised.

She cannot breathe
without oxygen.

And this is not the only
case I've seen in Croatia.

-Yes, there is news in England as well.
-You cannot be serious!

I expect you are too young to
remember the influenza of 1918, Miss Carr.

On the contrary, I have
cause to remember it very well.

But I am not swayed
by the doctor's lies.

I would like to see the patient.

- Wait a second.
- No.

If you are willing to risk yourselves,
then I suggest we go and see the patient.

I'm sorry. I really don't
see any other way.

We have to
take this seriously, Miss Carr.

It is not only our lives you risk.
The patient is the Baroness's sister.

You may be scared of
the Baroness, but I am not.

Oh, I must apologise,
your dinner will be spoiled.

Oh!

-Do you have any idea of the way you look?
-I don't care.

-I won't let you.
-You're hurting me.

I'm sorry.

Rather impetuous of
you to burn my poor nurse

just because she offered
a tablet to relieve your pain.

No. This nurse. She
is not, not the same.

See how her face twitches?

I cannot be sorry enough about the burn,
but there was some excuse for my doing so.

Oh, such as?

The Professor tells me you offered
to put me in a nursing home in Trieste.

The offer is still open.

With a patient whose
health is so compromised?

I would have organised another
driver to take you to the nursing...

Stop it! You are a
terrible, evil man.

You may be able to manipulate the
Professor, but you cannot manipulate me.

You risk everyone's
lives for the sake of your silly delirium.

-Yes.
-Iris, you can't...

We all
see your true nature.

It is only for yourself
that you live your life.

It is all right, Doctor.

Perhaps I know a way
to keep everybody happy.

My sister.

I'm so sorry,
Baroness. I'm so sorry.

Miss Froy!

- They've moved her.
- Get back to your carriage.

They've moved her.

When we arrive in Trieste, I'm
going directly to the British Embassy.

-Iris. Stop. Iris!
-Directly!

They've moved her. I
know it. They're all lying!

They've moved
her, don't you see?

Right, that's enough.

At the border, the train stopped

and I tried to get help and that's...
They panicked, they moved her...

They've hidden her
somewhere else on the train.

You need to sleep.

How can I sleep? Are
you with me or against me?

Will you stay with
me in Trieste?

No. You won't be
staying in Trieste either.

-I will pay you.
-Oh, please spare me the indignity!

Iris, sit down!

Don't tell me to sit down,
and don't tell me to fall asleep.

Iris, it's for
your own good, please.

Look, you pretend
to care but you just don't...

She certainly knows how
to get excitement out of a train journey.

Ooh!

I will take
responsibility for her.

All the way back to London?

I'm not sure you're the
right person to do that.

-Oh, has she done something else?
-No, no, no, no, no. Um...

As a medical man, I find
myself faced with responsibility.

I believe Miss Carr is in
a dangerous mental state.

I believe what she probably
needs more than anything is sleep.

I think, she could even
be quite well afterwards.

She's refusing to sleep.

My suggestion is that we
give her a harmless sedative,

which should be given
by force if she objects.

I thought it important to
give my opinion. Thank you.

Wait, wait. I think
I agree with you.

She said she felt much better
when she woke after the tea.

And it would certainly be a
lot easier to look after her.

It would be a gross interference
with Miss Carr's personal liberty.

What do you suggest we do?

Well, I believe that
Iris is hysterical,

and a salutary shock will
bring her to her senses.

Can I offer you some advice?

I don't want advice.

The doctor says that as
a result of your sunstroke,

you are very slightly and
only temporarily deranged.

-I am not mad.
-It's nothing to be worried about,

but unless you can manage
to keep perfectly quiet,

the doctor says he may be forced
to ensure that you do not travel alone.

You only have to keep calm
and everything will be all right.

You have been a public
nuisance, and it has to stop.

Miss Froy told me this story about
a woman who was mistakenly sent

to a private asylum because
she didn't speak the language.

No. This is what
you have to stop.

Yes.

Have you come to
your senses or not?

Yes.

Will you admit that
you invented Miss Froy?

I promise not to make
any more scenes...

And I admit that I
invented Miss Froy.

I'm not sure you can
cure illness with a scolding.

But for the first time in my
career, I hope I am proved wrong.

What's your opinion?

You feel he is
cleverer than you.

I think he's making a mistake.

You and I may not see eye to eye
on many things, but this is agreed on.

And frankly I do not understand

your hesitation with
sending her to sleep.

Unless, of course, you
fear the young lady's anger

when she realises
she's been tricked.

She has what you call
spirit, and I call temper.

Please. Please. Please stop.

I'm trying to think.

Well, there isn't much time.

I'll write a declaration on
it that the drug is harmless,

should the lady be taken ill
afterwards as a direct result,

and I will give you a sample
to take back to England.

I hope I have given you all
the assurances you need.

Now, frankly, I have to go
back and see my patient.

Wait.

I've brought you some soup.

I don't want it.

Just a sip. You need
the nourishment.

Do you still loathe me?

Iris...

I don't want to go back
to my compartment.

Right, well, then you
need to drink the soup.

-I can't.
-You can.

Please.

It's terrible!

Same soup I wolfed
down at dinner.

I promise you'll feel
much better soon.

I'm not used to people
looking after me.

Cheer up. I'm sure you
have a colony of friends.

What do you do when
you're in London?

Nothing. Play about.

With other chaps?

Yes.

We all do the same
things. Silly things.

There's not one real
person among us.

Sometimes I get terrified
that I'm wasting my life.

What's at the end of it all?

Well, I never know what's
going to happen next.

Somehow, something
always turns up.

That sounds fun.

Why don't you come
with me on my next job?

You shan't be bored again.

You're proposing to me?

I take it a lot of men
have proposed to you.

Yes... But I'd rather
have an adventure.

Sweet tea, not
sweet pea, do you see?

Oh,
very good. Very good.

I never thought he could laugh.

...to a man who can
kill a houseplant at 20 paces...

Perhaps you could tell
him to keep the noise down.

No, don't go.

Would it make you nervous
if I told you I liked you?

I knew you'd be a good kisser.

Let's run away together.

I hope this pain is
not because of me.

I am unwell but not insensitive.

Never insensitive.

It's my fault.

Oh. No. This...

...is beyond our control.

Oh, I have done this to you.

Forgive me.

What's he saying?

We're coming into Trieste.

At last. On with
the motley, as they say.

I have to get my bag.

Iris! What's wrong?

Iris!

Oh! That soup.

You... All this time, I was
terrified the doctor would drug me,

and it was you!

Iris, please, I only
did it for your own good.

-I'll be lucky to get out of this alive.
-Iris, listen to me!

-I trusted you.
-Iris.

Don't touch me.

Iris!

The doctor with the patient.
Where has he moved her?

Where? Where is she?

We arrive Trieste.

No, no. They've drugged me like
they drugged her. Do you understand?

I sorry. I not really
know English.

Iris!

- Need help?
- Leave me alone.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Let's stop
these silly games, shall we?

Help!

No way out, Miss Carr.

Help me! Please!

Oh, Miss Froy!

Perhaps we could say goodbye
now without a cloud of witnesses.

Yes. Let's.

Thank you for your hospitality.

It's been a cheap holiday
for me in every sense.

I'll get a porter
to get my bags.

Excuse me, excuse me, are
you travelling with the Professor?

Uh, yes, he's
still on the train.

Can you give him a message for
me? I'm afraid I have to rush off.

Uh... I can't. I'm
looking for someone.

The girl who was staying in our hotel
spoke about an English woman in tweed

who was standing with her
as she peered into our coupe.

The girl was right.

I'm not quite sure why my
husband lied about us not seeing her.

I do hope the Reverend and
Mrs Barnes come back soon.

It's a cheek asking us to
look after their luggage.

Do you know, I thought

I almost smelt your Middlemist
Rose as we got off the train.

Ah! Professor, are
you coming with us?

Well, I can't find Max.

Surely you can't be
expected to wait for him?

Well, I certainly do not
want to miss my connection.

You know, I cannot
understand how they expect us

to move from train to train
with this amount of time.

We are in a hurry.

He probably doesn't
speak English.

He's fine, he's
all right. Our boy...

Splendid. Right. Stand aside.

If we have the opportunity to right
our wrongs, we should always take it.

Professor. We
need to speak to you.

Iris?

Stop!

Miss Froy!

No! Let me go.

Your friends have
all left the train.

There's nothing you can do.

No-one cares about a
woman who is hysterical.

Who do you think gave us the
idea of, what do you say in English?

The mad house?
Your little Miss Froy.

So harmless, you think. But she
will happily destroy my brother.

Leave her! Leave her.

- Iris.
- Mr Hare, don't worry.

We're taking her to a
reputable nursing home.

-You'll do nothing of the kind.
-You're very kind, Mr Hare.

Thank you for taking
Miss Carr off our hands.

- She is rather troublesome.
- Miss Froy.

Poor woman, you can see how
even now she remains deluded.

-How can you still listen to her?
-Where is she?

Baroness. You are under arrest.

She's in the goods van.

-Thanks, professor.
-Yes. I've got her.

It's all right.

Miss Froy!

Get off!

We're almost there,
you'll be pleased to know.

-Are you all right?
-Mmm.

Just making up a story
to tell them back home.

Mater will be thrilled.

Do you think it wise to tell her?
At her age, it might prove a shock.

Exactly. No, I'm going
to keep quiet about that.

She'd throw a fit and
never let me go back.

-You can't go back!
-I can, and I must.

I'm a witness at the trial.

The Baroness's brother has
been charged with murder.

A little spinster from
England has seen to that.

But it's too dangerous!

Not speaking out is dangerous.

I had many lost hours
on a train to realise it.

Very fortunate for me, you already
knew the importance of speaking out.

Don't worry.

Mr Hare has kindly
offered to escort me.

It's Soc! Soc!

Do you feel anything
like emotion right now?

She and I will
always be in touch.

I guess that means you
haven't forgiven me yet.

Is that an answer?

I won't ever forgive you.

Fair enough.

How about coming
with me on my next trip?

I wouldn't know
how to trust you.

Where... Where are you going?

Back to London.

You're leaving me here?

Well, it is my car.

I thought we'd
travel back together.

-No.
-What about Miss Froy?

Don't you want to say goodbye?

She knows I
wasn't going to stay.

Where will I find you?
Give me your address.

-I don't have one.
-You must have a house here.

-No.
-You live in a hotel?

Yes.

I can work on it.
The trust thing.

Really.

So will you? Come with me?

Perhaps.

Which hotel?

And I thought you were clever!