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Lieutenant, you lie to Poirot.

You say that you were in the barracks by midnight.

But Poirot has proved this to be false.

At a quarter to one in the morning, you were seen over two miles away in the

company of the woman who died.

General, this is not a murder, as he suggested by the Palestinian police. But

do believe that the lieutenant lied about his whereabouts, first out of

and then by sticking to this lie, by reinforcing it with lie after lie

weeks and weeks of deception.

He has heaped suspicion and a deep shame on himself, his regiment, and his wife.

General, the neck of this woman was not broken by the human blood, but by a

fall.

You see here where her neck is broken, there's not one... Put it down!

Before I take my leave of you in Stamboul, monsieur, my commanding

once more asked me to impress upon you his thanks for solving our regimental

difficulty.

If I may speak out of turn, sir, I think it unjust that one mistake cost

Lieutenant Morris so dearly.

It was a good man who was involved in an accident.

Unjust? He made an error of judgment.

He was a good man.

He did not have to end in suicide.

I think he believed he had no choice.

A man like your friend, Lieutenant, always has choice.

And it was his choice to lie that brought him into difficulty with the

Ratchet, sir?

The details have arrived for the Italian property, sir.

Downstairs.

Very good, sir.

Don't rush.

What time is the train again?

Down here.

Don't worry.

No, don't.

When it's all over, then.

It's happening.

What's happening?

Hey, leave this woman alone. What's happening here?

Husband wants justice.

Thank you. And may I inquire if you have for me any messages?

You may.

And... You do, monsieur.

I'm so sorry, but I will have to cancel

my reservation. I am called back to London, but immediately.

Of course. And if you would be so kind as to book for me a passage tonight on

the Orient Express.

Of course, sir. Merci.

Leave that alone.

Leave that alone.

If I needed assistance, boy, I'd have asked for it.

Hercule Poirot?

Hercule Poirot, this is you. What are you doing in Istanbul?

Monsieur, I... I travel from...

Palestine to London.

So you will be traveling back on the Orient Express?

Wait, tonight?

So am I.

I am the director of the line, you see.

But, pardon, of course, it's Monsieur Bou.

Forgive me, now I remember.

Of course you do. I am sorry, Monsieur.

This evening, the Calais coach on the Orient Express is fully booked. Is it?

but I will travel tomorrow.

No, no, no, no, no. There will be a berth for you, Poirot. We keep things

There is...

always room. It is my business and you will be fine.

He's with me. He's with me.

Good evening.

Thank

you.

14, Princess Dragonia. Merci, Michel. Je vous en prie.

Hey, Michel!

What's up, Subuk? It's such a pleasure to see you again, ladies.

I hear you're full up tonight.

Yeah, it's incredible.

The train is fully booked.

The whole world is extra -traveled tonight.

Well, this gentleman here is a personal friend, and he can have the number 16.

But the first class is fully booked?

Even what is held back? You're number one, of course, but...

I'm afraid I... Sorry. Good afternoon.

Number 11, Miss Debenhams.

Thank you. Please.

I'm Xavier Bouc, director of the line. C 'est Hercule Poirot, tu sais.

Le fameux Hercule Poirot. He's a famous man.

The Hercule Poirot?

Yes. And the company will not allow him to travel with the luggage.

Can I help you, madame?

Number 11?

It's down the floor.

Is it only me, or is it criminally hot in here?

I think it might just be you, madam. Would you mind if we kept it shut?

Has anyone seen who's trying to get on the train?

At Belgrade tomorrow, there will be an extra coach from Athens, which is likely

to be half empty. Is that not so, Michel?

That is correct.

So I can move compartment then. The only problem is with tonight.

Is there no second platform free?

I will travel tomorrow. It is not a problem.

Am I not too late, am I? No, madame.

It's just my connection with the late.

Because of snow on that touristic flat.

The snow is getting hard from the east, monsieur.

Also during birthday.

Thank you.

I always kiss my Saint Christopher.

I kiss for you too, monsieur.

This Mr. Harris is not checked in.

In birth seven? No, not yet. He's a friend of mine.

Well, it's too late, madam. The barrier will be closed. But who are you to

commandeer Mr.

Harris's birth?

I'm sure you'll be arriving very shortly. It's just a little delay.

Yes, I am the director of the Vagroni company, madame. That is just who I am.

Well, you've paid your company for a ticket, monsieur. That should be

Absolutely. And you will be able to contract without extra cost.

I faddle, madame. Sorry, Mrs. Herbert.

This is a scandal. That's what it is. No, no. A scandal would be if your

were here and I didn't let him on. In America, it would be considered a

You're a settler, Mr. Ratchin.

Yes?

Mr. McQueen?

What's going on?

They said Mr. Poirot, he'll be staying here tonight, and tomorrow he'll be

to his own compartment.

No. Oh, no!

This is what has to happen, so this is what is happening.

Monsieur?

No, the suitcase is too big.

No,

no, no.

Put it on the floor.

Monsieur McQueen, may Poirot rearrange some of your toiletries to make room for

me?

You must.

Merci.

Antonio Foscarelli.

Masterman. Pick of the top bunk.

Bunk don't mind.

Mr. Ratchet requests your attention, if you will.

I'll get there.

Thank you.

I've been calling you now for ten minutes.

And I said I was coming, sir.

What's your name?

Why are you asking?

Well, Kelly is three days away.

Long trip.

My name's Ratchet.

Mr. Ratchet.

Are

you

all right, mademoiselle?

Yes.

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

I've been... I've been teaching in Persia.

I'm on my way home.

I saw you this afternoon in the streets of Istanbul.

You saw that?

Why?

Well, you are not too distressed by what happened, I hope?

Yes, of course I am.

In distress, I could do nothing to help. Aren't you?

From him, yes, sure, but... Justice is...

It's often upsetting to witness.

Justice? It's like the gallows in England, no?

But in another culture, it is best not to intervene.

The woman was adulterous. She had not killed anyone. No, but she had broken

rules, and she knew what that would mean.

What is it you do, monsieur, if you don't mind me asking?

I also found it upsetting.

It is not pleasant.

Hercule Poirot.

Very good.

Very good.

Kind of reason.

Shut the door.

I need to know the people on this carriage.

Whatever you know about them.

Where they're going, where they're from.

I'm sorry, sir, but company pilots... Shut up!

What do you know about them, boy?

Yes, sir, of course.

Madame, your chain.

No, no, no, what's this? What's a... What's a drachma?

Pardon the way of clearing your... My daughter, who... Poirot, Poirot!

No, no, no, no, no.

Come here, my friend.

Please.

It's the director's table, you know.

The country changes, you won't be able to spend any of it. Please. This is a

Greek fellow called Constantine.

How do you do? What are you again? I'm a doctor.

An obstetrician.

That's right.

I've been in Ankara and now I go back to America.

Hercule Poirot.

Monsieur Poirot, how would you like your eggs?

Two boiled and exactly the same size. We are playing a game, Poirot. And

you'll like this.

Where? Apart from my train. My transcontinental train.

Would you find them Hungarian diplomats? Count and Countess Andrade.

Wealthy American businessman.

Don't look, it's rude.

A Russian princess.

Being looked after every step of the way by her maidservant.

Italian bachelors.

Young missionary women from Scandinavia.

Merci. Les Belges.

English stiff people.

All nations, all classes, and everything that goes in between, eating and

sleeping under one roof.

Alors, Poirot, he would suggest America.

Absolutely.

The great melting pot. It took Constantine four guesses. And even then,

tell him the answer. That is not true, monsieur.

No, no, no, no. Michel, Michel, champagne.

And he leaves there.

Champagne for everyone.

With compliments of the Bagri company.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, have a safe journey and to your good health.

You believe in God, Quirrell?

I never used to, but I do now.

I think he's like an extra gun, an extra piece of protection.

And I think we all need some extra protection sometimes, don't we?

You're going to take a job on for me.

Why do you need protecting on this train?

Because there are people who know where I am, what I'm doing.

And what is that?

Penance.

I need to give something back before I'm forgiven.

Or I could be killed before I do it.

By whom?

I'm a rich man, Mr. Poirot. I have enemies.

But I need to get to Cali.

You start now.

No.

I do not play poker with you monsieur.

Is this for Greg, monsieur?

Yes, it is. It is also very cold. And I think I will get back on the train, if I

may. Oh, I thought you were getting happy. No, no, I shan't take it, sir.

Chuck's island.

Dragma. You saw the conductor moving the valise.

Yes, because from tonight I have my own compartment.

Monsieur Proulx, compartment number one is not ready for you, sir. Merci,

Michel.

Merci.

Did you leave this on my bed?

Did you leave this on my bed? No, sir.

What is it?

What it is is of no importance.

Did you leave this compartment unlocked or unattended at any time today?

No, sir.

No, sir.

Neither of you are going to take any responsibility for this. Neither of you

were aware that anyone was trying to break into my compartment today.

So what do I pay you?

Get out.

McQueen.

Get out.

Was it another threatening note?

Of course it was.

Is there a problem?

No.

Mr. McQueen.

Would you like a drink?

Yes. Anything to do with the drink?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Mr. Ratchet?

Mr. Ratchet, is everything all right?

Oh,

my God.

The man was in my compartment. He was standing there. He was looking at me as

lay in bed.

He was hovering over me like...

Like the angel of death.

Mrs. Hubbard. Oh, don't Mrs. Hubbard me, you trash person.

Mrs. Hubbard, I assure you, no one was in your compartment.

How do you know that? Were you here?

Yes, Mrs. Hubbard. Good night.

Michel.

Another bottle of mineral water, s 'il vous plaît. Yes, sir. And, Michel, is

everything all right?

It's Mrs. Hubbard.

She's a fantasist. She thinks...

Men are after her.

Blind men, if you ask me.

And Michel?

The train does not move. No, we have hit a snowdrift. Once we were stranded for

nine days, but hopefully not this time, not for us.

Mr. Poirot, are you there?

One minute, if you please.

Mr. Poirot, please.

One minute, if you please.

You must come. I said one minute. You must come now.

Please. I thought we would need a doctor as well.

I brought him his pick -me -up, sir, at the usual time, but when he failed to

respond, I became concerned.

Michel, has anything been touched? No, monsieur.

Well, we are in Yugoslavia.

This is not a good place to have a problem. This is the backside of Europe.

This is the wild west.

And have a carriage full of civilized, intelligent, beautiful people who spend

money and who will not want to be delayed here by a brutal police. And

delay them.

Forever. He has been stabbed. Maybe 15 times.

In a frenzy.

This is a drutter.

How long has he been dead?

Maybe 7 or 8 hours.

12, 1 o 'clock.

If the door was bolted, then that is how the killer must have left.

Paul, on behalf of the wagon, les compagnes, this, I thought this would

It should be left to the authorities.

No, no, no, no, no. The police here, they will not be in your class.

When we get to Broad, let the world -famous detective, the genius, tell the

police what happened.

And there will be minimum delay.

Because no one is going to want to travel on my train when the hell they'll

murdered in their bed.

It's my business.

All the passengers present this morning.

Really, thank you.

Michel. Are all the passengers at breakfast?

Not yet, sir.

Not yet, sir.

And he's probably right in assuming that the Calico should not be made secure.

Oh, yes, absolutely,

absolutely. There is no way anyone could have got through to this coach from

another part of the train.

Good.

Well, keep it locked. No one in and no one out.

The time he was stopped at the snowdrift was what? Two o 'clock.

Because the murderer did not leave by this window, as they hope to suggest.

How do you know?

Because there are no marks in the snow.

So the murderer must still be with us, gentlemen, on the train.

Princess Dragomiroff, all the passengers have been summoned into the lounge car,

if you please.

Immediately. Monsieur Vogue, I wish to make a complaint.

I will be of assistance to you in the lounge car, but not here, madame. I

want assistance. I want to kick someone up the ass.

How long are we going to be stuck here?

Until a snowplow arrives, digs us out, and I have no idea yet when that will

Only God knows that answer.

I wish he'd stop keeping it to himself.

22 -1, as I thought.

You said there are 15 stab wounds, Dr. Constantine?

Yes. Well, Faro can count only 12, unless there are some others on his

No, no.

So the murderer must have crept in, yes, and stabbed and stabbed with all his

might. You are not a police surgeon, are you? No. What are you? You are... An

obstetrician. You see, some of these are just scratches delivered with

little force, huh?

But here and here, delivered with strength, these are the ones who killed

Doctor.

Princess Dragomirov, please!

My lady is not dressed, Monsieur.

I apologize, but you must come to the lounge car now, Princess. What is the

problem, Monsieur?

I'm waiting for you outside.

I stand here as the murderer. I find the wounds. Some of them, they have an

angle that is suited to my right hand.

But others, you see, impossible.

They need my left.

We have a left.

We have a right.

We have a weak and we have a strong. So is Ratchet trying to tell us that he was

murdered by two people?

He knew he was vulnerable.

He knew he had to be on his guard.

Voilà.

Please, please, sit down.

Well,

ladies and gentlemen, I have to tell you that last night, one of your fellow

passengers, Mr. Ratchett, was murdered.

Murdered? Yes.

The detective Hercule Poirot believes that the murderer is still on the train

with us.

So, please, so we have sealed the catacombs and we request you do not try

leave. Of course, Monsieur Poirot will be wanting to interview you all.

How is he murdered?

With a knife.

And what is that?

The letter H?

Well, maybe Poirot believes this.

In the ash, you see, the flat matches. And here there is the flat match of

ratchet, but here is a match made of wood and a piece of paper that is

So? So perhaps Poirot, he is correct when he suggests that the match made of

wood, it was struck by someone else, and the piece of paper was burned because

it was in some way incriminating.

Ladies and gentlemen, Monsieur Poirot would like one of you ladies to lend him

hat box.

My old grandfather had one of these for the wax mustache also.

This piece of paper that he's burned is indeed

incriminating.

And I'm going to try to resurrect what was written.

Easy arms.

What does it mean?

A -C? Easy?

Easy arms.

Mercy? I think it's an answer, isn't it? Far on.

It doesn't mean anything.

I do not know yet.

Well?

I don't know yet, but we change.

And this one is his special.

Here are the passengers' passports you requested.

Merci, Michel.

Oh, Michel, if you please to remain and talk to me about last night.

Hey, don't worry. Sit down.

Michel is not involved.

Since his wife died, he is married to the company. He is our hardest worker.

Michel, your wife, how did she die?

Out of grief.

My daughter died and my wife followed.

When was this, Michel? Well, it wasn't last night, was it?

Leave the poor man alone.

It was a few years ago.

Tell us of last night, Michel.

Well, we stopped at Bin Kofti a little late, quarter to twelve.

Did you get off the train?

Yes, for a chat, but it was so cold, I didn't stay.

Did anyone else get off the train from the Calico?

Yes.

Mr. McQueen and Colonel Abrathnot.

But again, they do not hang around.

And afterwards, they were talking politics in the colonel's compartment

two in the morning.

And then Mr.

Ratched cried out at about half past twelve.

I really thought he was just having a nightmare.

And then...

At 2 .15, Mrs. Hubbard?

He was hovering over me like the angel of death.

You remember, monsieur?

Yes, of course.

Michel, did you see later a woman in a red kimono?

Oh, yes.

At maybe 2 .30.

I didn't see who she was because she was walking away from me.

And from which compartment had she come?

I didn't see.

Well, she did not perhaps return from, what, the toilet?

No.

Merci.

Merci, Michel. And next time you request a transfer to the Calais coach, I'm

sure it won't be so dramatic.

For this trip, you request a transfer?

A former colleague of mine lives in Calais. I was to visit him.

Yes, Michel, the Paris coach.

Yep. Monsieur.

Did you like your employer?

Oh, I do not find it necessary to like an employer.

Oh, but I do.

Did you know that he offered to me a job?

And I did not like him.

Was he, in your opinion, a gentleman? Nothing of the kind, but he had money.

Put a sewer rat in a suit, and he's still a sewer rat. He's just in a suit.

Last night you shared your compartment with Signor Foscarelli.

And did you stay there all night?

I read until four in the morning. Because it was a good book, huh?

Because of toothache.

So you know for a fact that Signor Foscarelli, he did not leave the

either last night? No.

He snored.

Does this mean anything to you?

Is it an arms firm? Was he an arms dealer?

I don't know the name of that firm.

I met Mr. Ratchett when I was on my uppers in Iraq.

We call it now, don't we?

He needed a personal assistant who was good with languages, which I am, and he

paid well.

And he could not speak the languages?

Not a word.

Not a little pidgin Italian, which even Italian pigeons would have found hard to

understand.

And where in America was he, Tom?

He never spoke of it.

He was thinking of buying in Napoli, but I don't know whether he'd have been

allowed to go there.

Allowed?

I don't delude myself by thinking Mr. Ratched was not on the run from

dark in America that he wasn't trying to buy his way back into society.

He didn't know that I kept these or that I knew we were going to

Calais to pay that money back.

To whom?

Underworld, Mafia.

But they've set him up, haven't they?

Smoked him out onto the train with the money and settled his debts in the

How much was in the suitcase?

Over $200 ,000.

I stayed in his employment because I needed money to get home.

It's a name ratchet. It is an alias.

Are you pleased to follow me?

$200 ,000?

A penance he told to me.

Something dark in America.

From where he is ostracized, huh?

And $200 ,000 blood money for which he had to atone?

This is not Samuel Ratched.

This is like Franco Cassetti.

Who, for $200 ,000, kidnapped so notoriously from the home of her parents

Long Island, New York, the young child, Daisy Armstrong.

This devil came for her.

Someone in the house tried to stop him, but they were hurt very badly.

Her parents paid the ransom money, but young Daisy Armstrong,

she never returned home.

She had died lonely, scared, at the hands of Cassetti.

Less than one hour after he took her.

And after this discovery so terrible, Sonia Armstrong went into premature

with the second baby she was carrying and where this baby did not live.

And neither did she.

Colonel Armstrong, his heart now broken beyond repair, could not bring himself

to face another morning.

So four deaths at the hands of Cassidy.

Mais non, non, pardon, five. Because the housemaid, who was French, I think, and

whom the police were convinced had knowledge of this crime, but was

had also taken her own life in the police cell.

Cassidy was arrested.

But his mafia family in Chicago had the prosecutors and judges in their pockets,

and evidence it was misplaced.

And Cassidy...

He walked away free.

Excuse me, but isn't anyone going to interview me about the events of last

night? I happen to have seen the murderer.

Quoi?

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

First, I really want to apologize for the light, but we are thinking to it

In the meantime...

Scarlett, negligee is key to solving the murder.

Negligee? So, so, I will need all your suitcase keys, please.

Poirot has just identified Samuel Ratched as Lanfranco Cassetti.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

The notorious murderer.

And I don't know what to do. What do you mean, Mr. McQueen?

My father was the DA in the Cassetti case. He was the prosecutor.

There is a link now between my name and the Queen and the murder.

It's only a matter of time before Poirot remembers this from the papers. He has

an encyclopedic knowledge of Cassetti's crime.

So, uh, you knew Cassetti?

But you didn't recognize him when you worked for him, did you? And the

is going to believe that? It is the truth.

Is that not right, Monsieur Book?

Oh, yes, yes.

Absolutely right.

Poirot is all about the truth.

I was lying there.

Lie here like me, Dr. Constantine.

Lie down.

Now open your eyes.

He was standing here, a dark figure, 2 .15 in the morning.

Could you make out his face?

I couldn't.

Then how do you know it was a man?

If you've lived the life I have, Inspector, you know when there's a man

bedroom. Do you know what I'm getting at, Doctor?

Yes, I do. What happened next?

I closed my eyes and pressed for the conductor.

And your visitor, where did he go?

He went back through here.

Madam, why is it that you have not bolted the door between your

I had.

Madame Howard, in your life in America, were you acquainted with the family of

the young Daisy Armstrong?

I'd heard of their tragedy, of course.

But they were of the highest society, and I'm not.

This man is the man who murdered Daisy Armstrong.

Well, if I'd known that...

then like any American mother, I'd have ripped the bastard's heart out. Pardon

my French.

It is indeed a French one.

What's this?

It's a button.

From a conductor's uniform.

What is it doing here?

If... If Michel is not missing a button, then it must... It certainly wasn't

here yesterday. Well, then it must be Diophathin, surely.

Maybe, maybe he could have got out on a dincochi.

Yes, yes, disguised as a conductor.

Then into Mrs. Hubbard's compartment with a stolen passkey and left

in the kimono.

He got all this from a button.

Well, we know Cassetti was alive at half past twelve because he called out to

Michel, No, no, no. Monsieur Cassetti, he could not speak French, which is why

Monsieur McQueen worked for him. Brilliant. Brilliant, Monsieur. So that

have been the voice of the assassin, which fits with the watch and the time

death. No, but there were at least two murderers.

Well, he could have just stabbed like a crazy man.

Left hand, right hand. It is all coming together in my mind.

I'm very pleased for you, Monsieur.

This is the mafia. The mafia, for sure. The knife, it is the Italian way. They

want the money. And there will be a thing about revenge for some reason. It

makes sense. Of course it does.

Let me ask you something.

Who is Italian on this train?

Who has been in America?

Signor Falconelli.

So you share with Mademoiselle Debenham in verse 10 and 11?

Yeah.

That English woman.

Does not pray. I prayed.

She needs to pray. Neither of you left the compartment last night.

No.

Did you have been to America?

Yeah.

America. That is right.

To work?

To speak.

For Jesus.

To raise funds for the mission in India. Of course.

To help the children.

Poirot, the money, it has either been spent, which I can assure you it hasn't,

or it's not... She will pray. Mademoiselle, you are Catholic?

Oh, no.

I prayed for Catholics, because they have it all wrong, don't they? Miss

In what way?

The Catholic penance and forgiveness is poor, isn't it, Monsieur Poirot?

Because there are certain things that God will never forgive?

Yeah.

Like when you violate his law?

Yeah.

Violence against children?

Violence against the children.

This man who is dead, maybe God came last night on this train and refused to

forgive.

You have been religious for a long time.

I thought Jesus would protect me now as I protect the children.

Five years ago, five years I have been with him.

And I'm sure he's enjoyed every moment.

Well, Poirot, no money, no satin negligee. Unless the Princess

Dragomiroff wears negligee, which I think unlikely.

Don't you, Doctor?

Don't you.

Have you seen the outfit she's wearing today?

It's enormous.

She waddles down the corridor like the battleship Bismarck. However, I know

who did the murder.

Cassetti trial.

It must have brought the press, the FBI, down heavily. And the mafia heard

their interest, which they hate. So they put one of them on the train, give him

a knife, and get payback.

Signor Foscarelli.

How unfortunate, then, that the English Valley has the toothache and knows that

Signor Foscarelli did not leave his compartment all night.

On the night of the murder, monsieur, my maid read to me until 11 o 'clock.

And you slept through till the morning?

No. At 20 to 1, I rang for the conductor to call Frau Leinschmidt, as I had not

settled, and I requested a massage.

Howie. I left her asleep at half -past two. I gave my lady a massage and read

more Goethe.

And you did not hear anything untoward in the carriage?

That is correct.

Princess Dragomirov, were you acquainted with the family of Daisy Armstrong?

Yes, my lady.

Hail the God.

Please, leave.

I stayed many times at the Armstrong house on Long Island, as I was

to be the godmother of Daisy's mother, Sonia.

Sonia was the daughter of the great tragic actress Linda Arden, of whom I

been an admirer for many decades.

If my memory is correct, Linda Arden, it was a stage name?

Well, taken from the Shakespeare.

What was her actual name?

The name was Waterston.

Yes, I am remembering. Now, when?

Linda Arden, she had two daughters, Sonia Armstrong and also a younger

You are correct.

Do you know what happened to this younger daughter?

She married someone, somewhere.

I do not know what happened to her.

You know it is Len Franco Cassetti who has been murdered.

Monsieur.

If I had recognized that man, do you know what I should have liked to have

I should have liked to have called my servants, slugged this man to death and

throw him on the rubbish heap. That is what was done with such a man when I was

young, Monsieur.

Make no mistake, I would have stabbed him as he slept.

I'm being proud to confess.

Monceau? Beau, Beau, you think he did it? No, that woman was frail. She would

not have the strength to stab someone.

I hear talk of the nephew being responsible.

Yes, yes, that's true. I was talking to the gentleman.

Monceau, not all Italian -Americans are Matthew.

Most of us spit on them.

I'm in the motor trade. I'm a good salesman, but it's hard to be trusted

you're Italian.

Men like Cassetti, they make people hate us.

Say, if these gangsters are involved, do not mess with them. You understand me?

For they are ruthless to anyone, anyone who crosses them, and you are no

exception. You understand that? Hey, is that a threat?

It is advice.

Monsieur.

Merci.

Come in.

The water.

The water is not working.

I wasn't threatening anybody. What is happening?

Fraulein Schmidt, does this belong to your lady?

No.

She's Natalia.

It's her style, but not her initial.

Merci. And tell me, if you please, were you also the frequent visitor to the

Armstrong house in Long Island? Yes.

No.

I knew the Long Island town, but I've worked at an adjacent property, another

family. That was how I met my lady.

And you are a good cook, huh?

Yes. All my ladies have said that.

No.

I'm a maid.

Forgive me, but you appear to be more expert in the food. Which is made with

parsley and no more cooked than 30 seconds.

No, I'm a lady's maid.

The reason, the reason I'm so nervous, monsieur, and get things wrong is that

I saw the murderer.

I saw him with my eyes when I finished my lady's massage.

I came out of the compartment and passed a lady in a kimono, but she had a

man's face.

I also saw her, but she looked like a woman from the back.

No, a man.

Yeah. So when did you see him? Because I didn't notice you when I saw him.

Um, at 2 .30.

And can you describe him?

He was small, round, and dark.

And when I heard his voice, as he said, pardon, it was a woman's voice.

Weak, like a woman.

There is no power. No power at all.

And it will be minus nine degrees tonight.

And they cannot get here with the plow until the morning.

What are you doing?

How will you cook food? Please. How will we stay warm? All his buttons are here

and sewn with old thread. So this button must have come from a second uniform,

Poirot.

Well, so who do you want me to call now?

Mr. Debenham?

No, no, no, no.

Not by Mlle Debenham.

Not yet.

Last night, Count Andrani, I saw you and your wife trying to disembark at

Belgrade. My wife can be claustrophobic.

It is difficult for her on the train.

No.

Last night she took a draft of Trianel.

My word of honor.

I did not. Question, Your Honor.

I am afraid, Poirot, neither of us can be accused of you in this investigation.

I spent

two years in Washington at a posting to the embassy.

You were there five years ago, I see.

Yes. I remember the Armstrong murder in the papers, if that's what you're...

Alluding to.

So this part of Greece is a result of an official who is careless, huh?

Why does she have to write her name? S 'il vous plaît.

As it appears on the passport.

Yeah.

Doctor,

what is the latest?

The German maid said she saw the murderer.

Get Paro a description.

Why have you not yet questioned me, monsieur?

Mademoiselle Devenham, why do you and Colonel Abbas not pretend not to know

other when it was quite clear in Istanbul that you were intimate?

No, don't.

When it's all over, then.

When what was all over, huh?

Hmm? What?

I'm not at liberty to say. Oh, liberty?

Mademoiselle, you will give me a good answer.

When the Yugoslav police arrive, you will not be at liberty.

Now give me an answer. I am not at liberty to tell you. Mademoiselle, do

cross me.

A murder has been committed, and I have seen you behaving suspiciously both

before and after the crime took place. Leave her alone.

John. Sir.

Teddy, sit down.

Colonel, I thought not. Maybe you can explain what was meant by her words. I

Miss Debenham in Baghdad.

She was a governess in the house of an AOC, a friend of mine. And you fell in

love?

Yes. What is it with these men who go around falling in love with the staff?

Will you shut up?

Why the secrecy?

I am currently suing my unfaithful wife of 20 years for divorce.

In English law, if she sees me with another woman, then she can sue me.

I don't believe I'm telling you people this.

If that happens...

I will lose my house, my reputation, my commission.

When it's all over, Miss Debenham said, when the divorce is all over, when that

is behind us.

Colonel, in all your years of service, did you know Colonel Armstrong,

father to the young Daisy Armstrong?

By reputation, yes.

He was a fine man.

Military cross.

Passchendaele.

You listen, Poirot.

By all accounts, this man deserved to die last night.

But I would have been happier if he'd been convicted by a jury.

I see.

Twelve good men and true?

The civilized way.

I've moved the little guard from the galley to the lounge, and, well, I

we should stay there for the night.

Gather them all there.

Monsieur Bouc, I have been thinking of the theory of Dr. Constantine, of the

assassin who got undisguised as a conductor.

Yes, I think of it, yes.

And the uniform of his conductor must have been discarded somewhere.

And Poirot, he thinks he knows where.

It must be amongst the possessions of the one person. It could not possibly

The witness who says she saw the assassin.

Fraulein Schmidt.

Do you have the button he lost?

Oh, yes, please.

Please to keep...

Thank you.

Monsieur, I found it in my sponge bag.

It's certainly the kind of knife that would have made the wound.

He must have hidden it in my sponge bag when he passed through my compartment.

That must be the case.

I think you're proper to say my conclusions for the police have brought.

But when I sleep, I see his face. I can't keep his face out of my

mind.

Mary, please. It's all right. She sees the face of the man she saw last night.

The murderer.

Full of anger.

Like he wants to kill you. I see his face.

Was he still wearing his red kimono?

This murder, it would have been perfect, huh?

If it had not been for the snowdrift.

Is that not so, Franz Schmidt?

I think that there are two solutions to this murder.

In the first, the mafia assassin gets on the train of Vinkovci, offered broad

with the money, Cassidy. killed.

But one or two of you noticed a different conductor in the corridor,

the police that the assassin would have gone.

Vanished.

But because of the delay, there had to be an improvisation.

And so a second solution proposes itself.

Enough of this time.

With a careless smudge on Elena.

Oui.

C 'est bien, mon nom. Enough, huh?

Because maybe... Maybe Poirot should not be

looking at your first name.

But your second.

Countess Wasserstein.

Waterston.

The family name to Sonia Armstrong and her younger sister, Helena.

My wife does not understand English with you. Let's stop this right now.

Yes, let us stop this. You had the handkerchief with an H.

That would have pointed to me, and you would have found my connection to Daisy.

Your niece.

My sweet niece.

This girl hasn't done anything wrong.

You know nothing, monsieur.

You don't touch her.

Shall I tell you what I know?

Huh, mademoiselle Demidem? Shall I?

I know because Franz Schmidt told me that the Christian name of Princess

Dragomirov is... She's Natalia.

And this is not so, princess. There's no Russian alphabet. The capital letter N

is written like the western letter H.

So I know that there is more than just one connection with Daisy Armstrong on

this train.

The godmother. The... The aunt.

And the son to the prosecutor, who Porum remembers from the papers ended his

career in shame because he rigged the trial.

Cassetti's connections threatened to kill me.

His son.

If he didn't do what they asked, what was he supposed to do?

He was supposed to have ensured that justice was done in an open court,

monsieur. This girl did not murder that man.

Not in a frenzy, no.

This was a cold crime, was it not, mademoiselle Debenham?

One long into planning.

But it was you, monsieur Bouc, who first suggested to Poirot that only in

America could such a society as this all be found together.

But maybe or so,

In the house of a rich man.

In Long Island.

Because...

Ah,

here we have the cook.

And this Fraulein Schmidt, is it not so, Michel?

And next to her is your daughter, the French housemaid, Mademoiselle

Who fell under the suspicion of the police for her complicity in the death

Daisy Armstrong, but who actually was innocent, huh? And committed suicide.

Signor Foscarelli, what were you?

The chauffeur?

The chauffeur.

And also the lover to Mademoiselle Françoise.

All she did was talk to a stranger in a shop.

She let slip some details about the house.

What time the nursemaid took off.

She didn't know she was talking to a man like Cassetti.

There's an order they say 1933, five years ago.

How long have you been with Jesus, Mademoiselle Olsen?

Five years I have been with him.

So Poirot, he suspects that you were that nursemaid?

Some crimes God does not forgive.

And you, Mademoiselle Devenham, the professional governess, with paralysis

one side of your body, how, I wonder, could you possibly have sustained such

injury?

At first I thought that you was your masterman.

You were the butler to the Armstrong household, but no.

Then I observed how familiar the Colonel of Bathnot was with you.

And now I believed you served together in the army, alongside the Colonel

Armstrong.

Teddy was his batman throughout the war.

He was the best of gentlemen.

He was my closest friend.

And Linda Arden, so famous that there was a danger of you being recognized if

you were to board the train as yourself.

Aren't you even fooled?

12 people

and 12 wounds in the body of

Cassetti.

12 members of a jury.

But I do believe that the Count Andrani was a man of honor, and his wife had

been protected, and was not involved in the killing, and took a triennale, as he

had said.

That's correct.

So who then was the twerp, then?

Could it possibly be the man who tried to deflect Poirot at every turn, huh?

That is how the killer must have left.

The obstetrician from America, who Poirot suspects counted among his

family on Long Island, and who he watched how they suffered.

We have Miss Debenham to thank for our plan.

It was her fortitude that brought us all together and channeled our

determination.

The plan had great beauty.

Cassetti's whiskey was drugged so that he was awake but could not react to

anything.

We needed him to know of his execution.

Mr. Ratched.

Mr. Ratched, is everything all right?

After you had heard that, all we needed was for you to go to sleep with your

father.

I could tell you who we are, but all you need to know is that

the people that you killed

Are all in heaven, Mr.

Cassetti, while you are going to hell.

That baby must have been so scared when you killed her.

Did you not think that we would not search the world

to get justice for those good people? people that we loved.

The whole business of history.

The purse bought for Mr.

Harris.

So Noah Sider bought it.

The red kimono.

It's a watch.

All of it was.

Was it not Linda Arden to make the mockery of Poe?

You were our first piece of bad luck.

And then let's know.

which meant we couldn't get to Broad.

But how will the assassin leave the carriage?

Just through the window.

Yes.

Yes, he could have tried to go through my room, and I've woken up and he's had

to come back in here.

You have no right to take the law into your own hands.

Miss Geparo, she was five years old. We were good civilized people.

And then evil got over the wall.

And we looked to the law for justice.

And the law let us down.

No, no.

No, you behave like this and we become just savages in the street.

A jury is an institution as they elect themselves.

No, it is medieval.

The rule of law, it must be held high.

And if it falls, you pick it up and hold it even higher.

For all society, all civilized people will have nothing to shelter them if it

destroyed. It is higher justice than the rule of law, monsieur. Then you let God

administrate, not you.

And when he doesn't?

When he creates a hell on earth for those wronged.

When priests were supposed to ask in his name, forgive

what must never be forgiven.

Jesus said, let those without sin throw

the first stone.

When?

Monsieur, I was without sin.

When we get to broad, if we ever get to broad, let these good people go,

monsieur. And me over to the police.

My world is gone.

Let these people live.

No. The worst kind of murderer, Poirot.

Monsieur. The devil incarnate.

You can't stand here and defend him to us. He was bad as a crook in the

courthouse, sir.

Lock the door.

It is true, monsieur.

You can tell these people are good people.

That Cassetti.

That Cassetti, he deserved to be executed for what he did. And the world

it was a prophecy that he was not.

Lock the door.

We can present the conductor's uniform to the police in Prague and let people

free. No!

What are you doing?

I can't be seen here.

I won't be seen here.

Colonel. We have assigned one murder, so they are flat and we can assign two

more. We are not allowed to this, Colonel. Open the door.

Killing Cassetti was God's rocker, no.

Open the door. If you kill them, John, you're no better than Cassetti. No!

No! No.

If we kill them, they will have become like gangsters.

Just protecting ourselves.

God knows how hard it will be to carry Cassetti's murder through our lives.

And how unconscionable will it be to carry murders that are wrong.

I'm proud of you, John.

I'm proud of you for getting justice for your friend. And I love you.

But we don't do what is wrong, my darling. We don't do what is wrong.

Of course.

I have some tea.

I take it to him.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Can I ask if there will be police arriving with the snowplough?

Princess Jagomirov is making everyone tea on the stove.

One thing you didn't solve was where we hid the money we were going to give back

to the Armstrong Trust.

so well insulated would have been useful last night.

You said of the woman in Istanbul that she knew the rules of her culture and

knew what breaking them would mean. So did Cassetti.

And so do you.

When you've been denied justice, you are incomplete.

It feels that God has abandoned you.

In a dark place.

I asked God.

I think we all did what we should do. And he said, You are this right.

And I thought if I did, it would make me complete again.

Thank you very

much.

The name of the captain is?

Johnny Jack, sir.

Merci.

Captain Johnny Jack.

As you know.

I have here...

And in the committing of the murder, he left behind a buffer.