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MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS

Wailing Wall, Jerusalem

Said exactly four minutes.

Quick.

Two eggs perfect this time, right?

Maybe.

I blame the hen.

Why you lay eggs of different sizes?

It's not you, "mon ami". Two "oeufs" in perfect condition.

Sr. Poirot...

There are three religions in conflict.

If you plan to perform one of his miracles, the time has come.

Eating eggs.

¡Poirot!

I'm sorry, is that the ...

This is not the ...

It is the only imbalance ...

Clear.

That's better.

Excuse me. Let's move on. Make way, please.

To bring the accused.

Rabbi ...

the father...

and the magnet.

This is like the old joke, right?

The rabbi, father and magnet.

Forgive me, I'm Belgian.

Well, start.

In the Church of the Holy Sepulcher up here!

Three representatives meet under the supervision ...

Chief Inspector of Police to discuss a divided market hours.

An hour after that tense meeting ...

invaluable relic is stolen.

And it is said that one of these three men stole.

Police did not find any traces of evidence at all.

I find one.

On the wall carefully guarded a fresh ...

one single crack indiscreet rise ...

a hard shoe or boot sole perhaps.

So ladies and gentlemen, we must ask ...

who manage to benefit from the crime?

These three religious men live humbly.

His shoes have thin soles, poor.

Instant wealth and rubies would ...

very obvious, itself, be noticed. They do not win.

Now I need an armed guard at the southern entrance.

Many thanks.

No, the only man ...

really benefiting from theft and causing turmoil ...

is a man whose office checked this morning ...

to wait, I must tell you, my very disappointing breakfast.

A setback with eggs. They do not have to know.

A man who is paid a lot for keeping order in Jerusalem.

I speak, of course, the Chief Inspector of Police.

A man who does not want to lose a job well paid ...

as it has been discussed among locals on autonomy ...

who actually wears boots, and surely now regrets ...

inviting me to advise him in the case.

How dare you accuse me?

Sergeant tell me ...

Were you able to register the office tells you?

Yes sir.

And if she found what she told him that there would be?

Yes sir. As you said.

Captain...

You must provide that, Captain. Tomorrow morning.

Very well sir.

Your luggage is on board, sir.

I won the right to escort him to his ship.

Istanbul What then? And will he return to London next?

I am very tired, and I've earned a little vacation.

I want to admire paintings and have much free time.

It's frozen. He stopped?

Is that...

How was he knew that, sir? By a tiny crack in the wall.

I have a great ...

that I can only see the world as it should be.

And when it is not, imperfection highlights ...

Like a nose in the middle of the face.

And sometimes life becomes unbearable.

But it is useful in detecting crime.

But it's like looking into people and deduct their real nature.

And say what people say, there is good and there is evil.

There is nothing half.

And I say goodbye.

No, sir, I must escort him to the ferry.

We should not meet again.

Could we straighten his tie? Only a little.

- Yeah. - This is perfect.

Last passengers, please!

Sorry.

It will be ready soon.

But. Will they fix it in time?

We are working!

I have a connection in Istanbul. He leaves tomorrow at seven.

There is a very serious patient waiting for me in London.

I'm a doctor, gentlemen.

Doctor.

Doctor.

I shouted in a foreign language and now I do stronger and slower.

What nonsense, excuse me.

I can help? Let me help.

I know his mustache.

I saw it in the papers. You're the detective Hercule Poirot?

Hercule Poirot. I'm not "lion hunter. Mademoiselle."

Mary Debenham monsieur. I can forget a name, not a face.

Not yours, at least.

Does it come from Baghdad?

So is. No detail escapes him then.

Your ticket.

You could also ask if you enjoyed your stay ...

como governess.

Chalk up your sleeve and Geography manual.

Is the governess cartographer. I had to guess.

Always start in Geography ...

and nuisance until you know the world at his fingertips.

They can get lost in life ...

but certainly they will know where they are.

We no longer have chains. Just in time.

I feel very free here on the water.

I wish I could enjoy it.

- You should get out of this, Mary. - Not now.

When it's over.

When you are done.

And nothing will touch us.

Istanbul

My vacation begins here.

I can already see the soul of the city in these humble bread.

The world insists destruction, and here ...

masterpieces are baked to order every day.

¡Mohammed!

Mohammed, friend ...

You're a real artist.

Good friend!

I am sorry.

Hey, come, come.

Neglect, just looking for a place to discuss in private.

It will take about twenty minutes, maybe.

At that time, we will reach an agreement. At least I do, yes.

¡Mr. Bouc!

Poirot! In the kitchen.

But, of course, he sniffs the perfect pastry before what catches ...

a jewel thief.

No, not police work, now I can not get you out when you get caught, huh?

He's my dear friend, the famed ...

Poirot, whom I know before fame. Poirot, she's ...

- A prostitute. - So is.

Exactly. Bouc did not know you were so famous friends.

We are friends because I'm the only one ...

who does not ask you about your case, because I do not care.

And he does not judge me for being a bad person.

No doubt you are.

Madam, Bouc, join me for a drink to drink, right?

I can only stay an hour.

I'll be on the Orient Express at seven. Official affairs director.

Uncle pays me a lot to be aboard his beautiful train ...

far from it ...

at the local office ...

forced to drink and dine with senior officers forever.

There is an art nepotism.

I think you're a real Michelangelo!

Sr. Poirot.

Are you also prostituto?

- Of course not. - Is this man bothering you, perhaps?

It is by doing so.

- He works at the British consulate. - Yes sir.

This is the case Kassner.

You are right.

¿Match in certain predictions?

Quite.

I need not read the telegram.

What fun.

Does anyone died or was unfaithful?

Unfortunately, both.

Someone has...

I interrupted my longing for rest.

Apparently I travel with you today, Bouc.

Can I get a cabin on the Orient Express?

Good friend...

I not serve much, but certainly have a bed in my train ...

midwinter. Three days...

free of tension, anxiety, and crime as well. You're going to love it.

Mademoiselle, it has been a great pleasure. Mr.

Your luggage has already been collected and paid their expenses.

They'll look at Calais ...

they escort to Dover, and continue by train to London Victoria.

- I would like to express my gratitude. - Stop talking.

It is getting worse.

- Have a tip, friend. - Thank you, Mr. Marquez.

I not even loaded their luggage.

I had a great week.

We celebrate when fortune smiles on us, and we share that fortune.

Do not forget to speak well of Americans, huh?

¡No!

Hey, stop!

For you, Mr. Ratchett, the best table.

Here, sir. The best table.

No, I want that.

Hello, Masterman. Already you have everything?

What kind is to ask, Mr. MacQueen. I never make mistakes.

Amazing! It is the Count Andrenyi.

Friend, friend, friend.

I saw him dancing in the Monte Cristo. Can I take a picture?

Please, in the face!

I am sorry.

The Orient Express Special!

With stops in Sofia, Nis, Belgrade, Vinkovci and Brod ...

with transfers to Bucharest, Zagreb, Trieste, Venice, Milan, Lausanne ...

Dijon, Paris, Bologna and Calais ...

connected to Dover and London, part in fifteen minutes!

Come here, Michel! valuable cargo. I want a first-class compartment.

Give special treatment to my friend, Michel. Consiéntelo like a panda.

But M. Bouc, we are full. There is no place.

Then we will. You can give the number eleven.

Eleven always saved for official use.

It's pretty comfortable.

Its busy. The Austrian professor was booked.

Is there not one bedroom first class all the train?

Negative, sir.

Second class?

There is no place at all.

Mademoiselle Debenham.

Mr. Poirot, shall we accompany you?

That depends on who wins this debate.

Are all passengers arrived?

All but one. Mr. Harris.

"All passengers must register 30 minutes before departure ...

"Or his seat will be occupied".

Half an hour has passed. The seat will be occupied.

Carrying luggage M. Poirot to number three, with Mr. MacQueen.

Enjoy it.

Welcome Sir.

The number three had missteps.

An apology, madame. No disrespect intended.

You could try to miss me a little.

Something special rail travel is that you're always running into someone.

It is wonderful.

Although I'm already eager to return.

You discover flavors traveling, mosques, many men ...

but over time, a strange his own bed.

I have been accused of hunting foreign husbands.

And I can not deny it, frankly. I like being alone, really.

But a lady has needs that deserve to be covered, if you have money ...

and preferably regularly.

How good! Fire in the kitchen!

Until then, madame!

Goodnight.

Number nine.

Goodnight.

How are you?

No, after you.

Ah, number three.

Are you Mr. MacQueen?

Yeah. I think he was wrong cabin.

Excuse me, is there a problem, sir?

No problem.

The train is full.

And I think we are, how do you say? "Neighbors".

Really?

I am also disappointed in you. Excellent.

Come, dear.

No.

No.

This?

Why they have not unpacked?

Five minutes to go. Last call for passengers!

Did you brush?

Why the hell is taking so long?

As we leave, prepare the bed.

Whether it's settled, Mr. Ratchett.

No, they prepare the bed. And bring my Dictaphone.

Dogs on the table. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.

- Yes sir. - Call MacQueen ...

and comes with all receipts from the sale of Milan.

- Take care. - Yes sir.

I want you now.

- Did I say you did now? - Immediately Mr.

"You better watch yourself."

Su café, Sr. Ratchett.

Who did this?

I have no idea, sir.

Good night, Mrs. Hubbard.

What a pleasure, Mr. Masterman.

Hello, how are you?

If your eyes stay there, I'll have to charge you rent.

And the note.

Take another drink.

Do you feel insulted?

Disappointed.

Some men have good looks.

All they need ...

not open his mouth, and can take the prize they want.

Still, the mouth opens.

You are everything in order, Mrs. Hubbard?

Has a strong intuition, I know.

My second husband used to say just that.

He certainly was the first.

Yes.

smartest man I've ever met.

He turnip-faced, but he loved the turnip.

It was a nice chat.

Excuse me.

Goodnight.

Mr. Poirot breakfast.

When you dine later ...

I'll take MacQueen's cabin M. Bouc.

He will travel first class, monsieur.

What about eggs?

Good afternoon.

Sra. Hubbard.

Good afternoon.

It is done.

- Courtesy Orient Express. - Thank you, Mr. Bouc.

I'm here for whatever you need.

No thanks. I do not drink.

Does this not sit well?

Sin never feel good.

Vice is where the devil finds followers.

Excuse my boldness.

Good afternoon.

Sir, ¿qué tal an aperitivo?

Unfortunately I have an appointment with the director of the train.

He already was going to go anyway.

Please sir.

Already you installed?

As advertised.

And yet, the best things on the train are not food.

You know? There is something special ...

in a group of strangers who spend days together, with nothing in common ...

rather than having to go from one point to another ...

not to become ever see.

Boredom, more anonymous, more ...

the constant gentle rocking.

With your hobbies, you'll never get anything.

It is what I hope.

Ask me fish.

Also the number of sole, Carola instead of Dad, and ...

salsa res in vez velvety.

Garcon, that sounds superb. The same for me.

Princess Dragomiroff

If I had to marry for money, I would put that kind of fortune.

Dalia brushed this morning.

No, you tortured my puppy.

I asked the cepillaras.

Are you still enjoying Dickens?

Very much, "mom ami".

Hey, your books and your adventures, you're missing all the romance.

The romance never to go unpunished.

There was...

There was someone once.

I would prefer that in the future I never sit with that man.

The same should sit with the same. We are not equal.

Not all of us so much anguish separation of races, teacher.

It is due to respect for all races I prefer to keep them separate.

By mixing its red wine with white, end up ruining both.

I love a pink good.

Hello, how are you? Would you mind...

if I join you?

The dessert is a delight ...

and I feel ridiculous and awkward delighting alone.

I feel happier alone.

But...

a portion of their fragelité, join me.

A pleasure. Sorry, another fork.

He had tried to meet him in person, Mr. Poirot.

I was never really that close to fame in my life.

No, that's not so true.

One day I traveled by bus with Ty Cobb.

Beisbolista, Detroit.

Would you mind if I eat the little curl on top?

You are an exotic bird.

A strange and peculiar man.

I got to a certain age where you know what I like and what not.

What I like, I enjoy it immensely. What displeases me, I can not stand.

For example, before it fulfilled what turns out to be a talk business.

It's fun.

Good.

I would like to offer you a job.

"The avenger of the innocent." They call it in the newspapers.

And you are innocent?

I am a businessman.

Art trade. Truly I am new at this.

But my beginner's luck has run.

Relics, antiques.

Rugs, rare. Orientales.

I'm new to the game, so I do not know, I have beginner's approach.

But I have some problem with ...

appraisers assumptions.

Generally they are not reliable.

Some of my buyers ...

usually they buy a piece ...

then find out it was not entirely original ...

which it is not my fault ...

If Kashan silk scarf is false.

True?

But I've made some enemies, is the thing.

I receive some letters, many threaten me.

Italians certainly are.

I sold a set of oriental rugs in Milan.

And buyers did not please them origin.

And they want their payment, with interest, right?

Italian.

So are the gangsters.

And then the great detective appears here.

I?

- If you. Hercule Poirot. - Hercule.

This is what I wanted to do.

I would hire him to watch my back ...

up to a certain point.

It's easy for you money.

And peace of mind for me, you understand?

- Of course I understand. - All right.

And I refuse.

Sorry? That is wrong.

Perhaps I did not explain properly.

Listen, someone looking to harm me.

And I know I'm not the best subject in the world but nowhere near.

And if there is a life after this, I will face trial, just like you.

But...

yet I have no hurry to do so.

- Point the gun at me? - Do not.

You not to. To the world.

I am part of the world. Do not point at me.

How about ten thousand for a week?

What generous offer. I reject it.

- Fifteen thousand? - He failed to hear me, I reject it.

I get it.

It is not something to call attention to the great Hercule Poirot, huh?

It is not flashy ...

Gánsteres sells imitations. Suffers the consequences.

I detect criminals. I'm not who protects them.

He is saying no to my dirty money.

I say no to you, Mr. Ratchett.

It was the gun, right? Was it that?

This is much more personal than that.

His face does not please me.

And, if you'll excuse me ...

He liked my cake, right?

That was excellent. Have a good evening, Mr. Ratchett.

Thank you.

How cold.

My dear Katherine.

My love.

Mr. Dickens.

¿Sr. Ratchett?

¿Sr. Ratchett?

Is nothing.

Okay, sir. Goodnight.

¿Sr. Hubbard?

It's always Mrs. Hubbard.

Sra. Hubbard.

We are dead?

Ladies and gentlemen, the train has derailed.

Are you okay, Mr. Marquez?

I'm fine thanks.

Mr. Bouc speak with you ...

in the morning. They will be safer in your cabin.

Clear.

We are going to die?

I Katherine.

My beautiful...

Ladies and gentlemen, I fear that our train can not go anywhere.

Yes, except below.

How long we will be here as well?

Yes, someone should be doing something.

I'm doing something, obviously. I will not do anything.

For two hours ten minutes ago and, having failed to Brod on time ...

should have deducted our situation ...

and sent a team to release the machine ...

clearing the way and move us forward.

Until then, I guarantee ...

we will all be warm, fed and comfortable.

We could walk.

We might die to expose the cold.

I have a connection yet.

My ship sails past morning from France.

Without you, I guess. Nor do I go to London.

I am responsible for my loss of time, Mr. Bouc.

Madame, I am not responsible for the weather.

Of course, it is who's here.

And my conference in Turin?

And I had to go to the car factory in Sochaux.

Yes, some things are in God's hands.

Not up to us to decide ...

if we deserve arrive safely to our destination ...

or if, like Lucifer, must fall.

Your breakfast, Mr. Ratchett!

Hello, Sr. Masterman.

Have any problem?

I have no idea, sir.

¿Sr. Ratchett?

It is cold air.

Go Mr. Bouc immediately, and also by Dr. Arbuthnot.

OMG!

Do not touch anything, just the body.

God, it's horrible.

First snow and ...

I'll have to talk to the police and testify in a dirty station.

And a man is dead.

And a man is dead.

He was stabbed.

Long-bladed knife.

Multiple wounds, superficial and other deep.

¿Of the left or right side?

It's weird.

Because apparently the murderer maybe closed eyes and blindly attacked.

Could you estimate the time of death?

It is difficult to know through the open window ...

but I guess it was between midnight and 2:00.

But no one entered his cabin. I have watched all night.

If someone had entered, he would have seen. It is impossible.

Thank you Doctor. Return to the dining car.

Michel says the car.

Poirot.

I need your help, buddy.

You must find out who was.

Please, I beg you on behalf of Orient Express.

The police will introduce a closed case.

You're the only one here who can save.

Your faith touches me. mon cher. But I use my rest.

Well, consider it as a riddle on the beach.

It's not anything for your mind!

Only investigates the background of the passengers.

You will establish his good faith. And then you do your thing.

You sit in a chair and you will eat your cake ...

and think, until the solution is present.

What the more you're going to do here in the snow !?

Without constant stimulation, your brain will starve.

Do you think that I do? ¿Siéntateme ...

eat cake and then I get a great idea?

- I do not know what are you doing. - I have to Dickens.

¡Al diablo tu Dickens!

If we leave it to the police, they elect a guilty ...

true or not, and then they will hang him.

Surely Mr. Marquez ...

no reason, more than surnamed Marquez.

Or Dr. Arbuthnot, by the color of their skin.

You're the only one who can do justice.

- You must give me a map of this car. - With pleasure.

- Each passport. - Whatever.

Organizes interviews with all passengers.

Evidence, order and method, until the culprit appears.

I would never condone murder, friend.

Every day we see people who can spare the world ...

but not killed.

One should be better than the beasts.

So we find the murderer.

What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen, grant me your ...

Apparently, today our bad luck has worsened.

And is that ...

A passenger died on the train.

Monsieur Ratchett

So he was killed at the end.

Does it assume that killed him?

No no.

Only commented that he enjoyed very good health.

He had his enemies, that's all.

Yes indeed, he was killed.

How awful. A murder here?

That's right, madame.

God rest his soul.

Someone was rummaging in my cabin in the middle of the night.

Nobody believed in my word.

What is happening?

As we are stranded I decided to take the case ...

and find the criminal by my friend, M. Bouc.

Why you?

My name is Hercule Poirot ...

and I am perhaps the best detective in the world.

I'll talk to everyone on time. For now...

I recommend that are in their closed compartments.

I feel like a prisoner here.

It's for your own safety.

If there was a murder ...

then there was a murderer.

The murderer is among us ...

on the train now.

Are doors between the carriages were closed last night?

Of course. I the closed.

We checked the train. No one hidden up nor down.

Then we can limit the investigation to the occupants of the car Calais.

Bouc, you're going to help.

He is the only one who slept in another car ...

You're the only one who is not a suspect.

Mr. MacQueen, really is time to drink?

My boss is dead.

Today I lost my job, and I look as if I had done.

We are not making accusations.

She met him, so he must tell us the essential facts.

Were you a relative?

No, his secretary.

Reserved trips, ordering his flesh.

He ate more meat than I've seen in my life.

He is selling antiques.

he was not qualified for that, no eye or languages.

The truth, he had no talent to trade, finance ...

absolutely.

I made me care of everything.

How long did you and your employee?

Twenty days to one year old.

The ban was not to my liking ...

so I had to go abroad in debt.

I am a lawyer by education ...

not by vocation.

He was incompetent at that.

You liked him?

Only she liked him for his money.

Ratchett era rudo ...

demanding, offensive, insurance and a criminal.

When did you see him last?

It must have been after 10:00.

I called to check our sales in Italy.

¿Milan, selling fakes?

Yes Yes. He wanted repasáramos accounts.

I had to translate everything.

The contracts were in French and he did not understand.

And when we stopped in Vinkovci ...

I struck up a conversation with the doctor color, Arbuthnot.

And we had a couple of drinks, stretch your legs.

He had...

strange opinions about Stalin had to alter.

Never judge a man by his race, but I'm not so fond of the British.

When did your party?

It was after 2:00.

Did you know of any specific enemy that Ratchett had?

Go.

Well, plenty.

Would you told that he had been threatened?

He received a couple of nasty letters.

I have them, if you want. Some, at least.

He rejected the others.

The he burned.

Are here.

You better CUIDES

NOBODY ADVANTAGE OF US

Merci, Sr. MacQueen.

Thank you.

If you have other questions, we will call again.

Already they considered the Latin guy?

Marquez. It's a big subject.

And, well, I do not know, race ...

It does not have the same distaste for murder, historically.

He said he never judged a man by his race.

I suppose...

it depends on the breed.

And he had done so well.

- Do you think it MacQueen? - It remains uncertain.

I really do not I imagine stabbing a man 12 times.

No sober, at least. And who was?

I do not know yet. It's time to ask.

- What? To who? - the victim.

Twelve stab wounds and as Arbuthnot said, there is a pattern.

If the doctor is guilty ...

not let that influence his responsibility.

Hey, watch. He stopped at 1:15.

It coincides with the time the doctor said.

It is possible, yes. It is certainly possible.

- I do not understand at all. - Well, me neither.

I do not understand anything at all.

If you look at these two wounds ...

They are very powerful and deep, although there is little blood.

But this was a frenzied attack.

Attacking here and there, no pattern, only extreme violence.

And during the event, our victim, vigorous, anxious and full of coffee ...

only he stood there and accepted death without a fight ...

when also she had here ...

the means by which could have defended well.

Para ti.

Now, let's see.

Barbital. The magic drug.

They drugged to not use this.

And here a woman's handkerchief.

An objet de luxe, hand made, boom, two hundred francs in Paris.

And even he has an initial, "H".

- And our little friend, pipe cleaners. - It's another clue.

Yes, a welter of tracks conveniently placed.

But only one seems to actually possibly be genuine.

And maybe this ashtray contribution accidental piece.

Cremated fragment of a note.

An attempt, perhaps, to burn the evidence.

If you lend your team, right?

Thank you.

Well, I prefer to understand ...

why it was a track rather than what it is the object itself.

It seeks truth from within, not from outside.

In this case, even so, maybe accept some scientific support.

You're going to adjust the flame.

It's just one of those ugly letters.

You are wrong, mon ami.

This has a secret to tell.

Look.

"The blood is on hand. You're going to die."

What does it mean?

Come with me, Bouc.

You have to fill in the gaps.

This was never a riddle on the beach.

I know the real name of the deceased.

No Ratchett was, till drawers.

I know that name.

Then you also know the surname Armstrong.

Does the Armstrong case?

The story shocked the world.

Two years ago...

the renowned pilot, Colonel John Armstrong ...

and his wife, Sonia, awoke to see his only daughter, little Daisy ...

He had been abducted from her crib.

Desperate ...

Armstrong paid the ransom.

But soon, Daisy was found murdered by ...

Ratchett, que era drawers.

Sonia Armstrong was pregnant when she got the news.

The impact caused a premature labor.

Neither she nor her baby survived.

How do you know, Poirot?

Because John Armstrong told me personally.

I wrote to ask for my support.

For when I received his letter ...

it was too late.

He was found shot dead.

Autoinfligido.

"The blood of Daisy Armstrong is in your hands. You're going to die for it"

And so it happened.

- ¿Mr. Poirot? - Sí, Michel.

The Mrs. Hubbard wants to talk to you. The I restrained as far as I could.

Mrs. Hubbard, sorry for the wait.

Steam has in mind and words in his mouth.

Well obviously yes. What had tried ...

to tell you all day.

The murderer was in my compartment last night.

I thought he would kill me. And he could have done ...

one who killed Ratchett in my place.

I awoke in the dark and I knew there was a man in my room.

Are you sure it was a man?

I know what it feels like to have a man in my cabin.

I told the inspector, but he would not believe me.

I said, "Check the door between my cabin and Ratchett."

"It must have gone out there."

And obviously, was no pin.

I am assured that ...

after what Ratchett said.

He made me a pretty bold proposal.

Maybe?

Have you heard about the kidnapping Armstrong?

It was inevitable.

Much morbidity.

The murderer of the child, Cassetti ...

He died last night.

Ratchett was the man.

I told you before, I knew it was a degenerate.

Now do I think?

For how man in my cabin?

I know that you think I'm a clumsy woman.

But I have evidence that it is true.

This belongs to an employee of the train ...

but maybe it fell to Michel when he went to his cabin.

I'm not missing any.

I found him at the foot of my bed, the blanket ...

right where I slept.

How do you think?

I consider evidence. Thank you, Mrs. Hubbard.

Have you visited America?

Once.

years ago, briefly.

For what purpose?

- To sign a suspect. - Which was?

I would not like.

I was offered a position in Boston.

Reach Boston and went straight to London.

- How there was Ratchett? How Boston? - I have no idea.

It would not have been right ...

ask.

Continue.

The last time I saw ...

Mr. Ratchett at nine o'clock.

I brought coffee and settled his clothes.

A sore tooth, I guess.

I have scheduled a withdrawal this week.

Mr. Ratchett insisted he would not follow procrastinating.

He said he was tired of hearing my moans drowned.

¿Empathic That Ratchett?

¿I used to drink coffee usually at night?

Not at all. But he had been hectic lately.

He said he now wanted to be alert. Especially last night.

He found a letter in his compartment.

Please tell me that you were not.

If I wanted to leave something nasty on your pillow, sir ...

it would not be a letter.

Coffee shop.

There is no doubt that ...

such a lovely and polite valet ...

not talk to his boss as he did.

If you did not know that his career would come to an abrupt ...

end.

It is not a simple toothache.

¿Lungs?

Thyroid.

It spread to the stomach. As with my father five years younger.

Months at most.

"I fear that is inoperable," said the doctor.

And I stopped feeling. The fear.

Now I could do whatever I wanted. Since then...

I think what I think.

The coffee.

I think his cup barbital added.

Of course, he tells me you did not put there.

Obviously I did not.

When and where he went to get coffee and cups?

I went to the kitchen, sir.

I ordered dinner to be ready at 9:00, and it did.

Anyone could have altered previously.

Sr. Masterman.

I regret your toothache.

I love the little cakes.

Well, Miss Pilar Estravados, you are missionary ...

but she studied nursing before, right?

He owed it to God.

He was indebted to him?

I had...

a few days of debauchery in my life ...

in which I took more than I gave.

Gerhard Hardman.

Professor of Engineering.

Science that will do its best to recover Germany.

I want to be free of any association with crime ...

so ask whatever.

Whatever. I will never lie now.

Did you leave your compartment for something last night?

Only once, to get an aspirin.

The Mrs. Hubbard had offered me anything before.

I refused entry but could not rest ...

and I went to ask for it.

My lecture is in Turin.

I'm the only Austrian exhibitor, or without me ...

the talks would be mediocre.

Then I escaped from prison and illegally entered the United States ...

where I swore never to lie or steal ever.

Yes, folks, because when you're reliable, you buy more.

Italians are cows. Spanish, sheep.

Belgian...

I got to my cabin, I share with depressed English butler.

Annoying? Yes. He growls at all times.

But surely he saw me sleep all night until morning.

I'll tell you something ...

if relevant.

There was a very embarrassing moment.

When I went to see Mrs. Hubbard ...

I first opened the wrong door.

I am sorry.

What time was it?

They must have missed some ...

Do not apologize.

Twenty minutes to 11:00.

That is interesting.

As far as is known, he was the last person to see Ratchett alive.

- Does your business? - The cars.

I have three showrooms.

I came to America with nothing. And now...

If it is true, Miss. Debnham will confirm.

But it is true.

I never lie.

Do not cheat.

Does Ms. Debenham could leave your car without you noticing?

No. I have a very light sleeper.

With a sound I get up like lightning.

I was surprised once.

Does not recur.

No, I never said I was a driver.

The photographs left their luggage ...

There was a very beautiful a little boy, with a cap driver ...

visiting his father at work.

Who was carrying?

Ms. Estravados, why his hands have calluses boxer?

I do my work in dangerous cities ...

where I should not let fear beat me.

I trained to fight.

But no longer trust God today?

Since his surprise?

No, if you are busy.

He is always busy.

Masterman is.

The dying man has nothing to lose.

Bravo, Bouc. Except for Mr. Marquez ...

who confirmed that his partner, Masterman ...

He reads in bed at the time of death.

If it were that easy, it would not be famous. Following.

MS. Debenham ...

Does not it bother you to withstand the air?

For you, we will make a picnic.

Made my companion suffered overcrowding. I see.

Choose the best place to get the truth to each suspect.

He overbalanced and me freezes me.

Witty.

Could you write your full name and address?

Malva dim indeed.

Miss. Estravados told me that he asked the color of her gown.

"Mary Hermione Debenham".

Have you ever used the name of Hermione?

I tend to be Mary when I do not work as "Miss Debenham." I'm left-handed.

It's unusual, I know.

You must not have listed his theory if you are testing my handwriting.

What was his opinion of the deceased?

The truth is that had no opinion.

I do not understand what you ask.

Excuse me, mademoiselle, they are my peculiar originality.

Human nature is perverse in its complexity.

To explore tools are required.

Toys are not tools, Hercule.

And I prefer to store them.

Does the direct method? Parfait.

Did you know your doctor before this trip?

¿Al Dr. Arbuthnot?

No.

But such an instant attraction?

We're not in America ...

Ms. Debenham. There are no laws against their feelings.

There is also no laws against silence, which ...

I attachment.

I have never visited America.

Would I can ask about?

Are clearer words I heard?

You and the unknown, Arbuthnot, are closer than others unknown.

Told him:

"Not now. When it's done. Nothing will touch us."

What did he mean?

Do you think I planned a murder?

For a man with a hammer, every problem is a nail.

You live the crime.

- Find the evil every day. - It is not like this.

Crimes see enough to know that the criminal act is the anomaly.

I think too fractured soul needs ...

to kill another human being.

I ask again, what did he mean?

As stated ...

there are no laws against my silence.

Very good.

And later, Princess Dragomiroff?

After dinner, I went to bed.

God blessed me with a long life ...

but he cursed me with back pain to make her miserable.

As the room for 1:00 ...

yo Llame a Miss Schmidt.

He gave me a massage ...

and I read for a while. Then I slept.

Have you ever recognized?

To a family surnamed Armstrong?

They lived an indescribable tragedy.

I was a fan of Sonia Armstrong's mother ...

Linda Arden, the actress.

A talent that occur every century.

Miss. Arden was coming to management.

He would become the first woman Broadway giant ...

had it not been for the tragedy.

And then, Linda Arden, is already dead?

As if it were.

Never again will he leave home.

Daisy was my goddaughter.

She was...

I do not understand how it relates to this matter, detective.

The man who died last night, his real name was Cassetti.

The man who murdered little Daisy Armstrong.

I get it.

I admit that I know the family, and now that man is dead.

Coincidence ...

It must seem unbearable.

We can allow a coincidence.

Now I must ask you some questions to his Fräulein Schmidt.

No, it is not necessary.

I can support your integrity.

Still, if you authorize us.

Fräulein. Please answer in German.

But your Excellency does not understand.

That's what it is.

This is yours? Hildegarde ¿H?

It is too fine for me.

Is this the truth about last night?

As she said. He sent the inspector to find me ...

Then I went back to bed.

Did you see anyone when I return?

Only the other inspector.

One who was ...

"The other inspector". Do you mean to Michel?

No. Another, which woke me up.

Come please.

Are you sure it was not him?

The other inspector was a small man with a short beard.

Fräulein, there is no other.

I know what I saw.

I remember his voice was sharp and uniform was identical.

Although I suspect that was missing a button.

Lord, I need your master key.

We need to find a uniform and a red kimono.

Thousands of photographs, many socks ...

robes in all colors except red ...

and impostor does not appear uniform.

Already we checked all the luggage of the passengers?

Everything except the Count and Countess Andrenyi, monsieur.

Check your luggage is prohibited.

They travel with diplomatic visas.

Where else you can be?

There is only one suitcase not yet reviewed.

Mine.

The murderer mocks me.

All right. His first mistake.

And as night must follow day ...

No, that's not mine.

I said the other inspector.

- Did you say if I were? - I would not do it...

so your cabin is ideal for hiding.

Voila, the button.

And if there is a uniform inspector ...

Why not a key special inspector?

We know how the murderer opened the doors magically.

- Bourbon. - MacQueen.

Now what we looking for?

Five hundred pounds.

MacQueen had a ledger of his dealings with Ratchett.

Where is?

¿Poirot?

Bouc, nobody out!

Please, stop!

Please stay where you are.

Thank you gentlemen. Thank you.

So did MacQueen? Does the culprit?

I do not know yet.

Why did it?

?! I did not kill him ?!

He wanted to burn the accounts ...

but there are still legible fragments. And do not add up ...

because he has been stealing.

This is full of ...

How do you say that? Of chocolate?

- Meringue? Meringue! It's full of merengue!

WE was stealing!

He thought he would find out.

That's why he murdered!

Yes.

Yes, that's true, he was stealing.

Miles.

He knew his money was not clean.

Who cared if I cheated a little about that?

But I'll ask a question.

Why I sacrifice my petty cash?

I did not do it.

- I did not kill him! - It is true.

It is true.

I guess its cut is based on me, drinking until dawn.

And it's true.

I saw him drinking whiskey and I mentioned the poor quality of American liquor.

He offered me something to drink to change his mind, then another.

Then we started talking about politics. I had some ...

stupid opinions about Stalin that I corrected, but knows of drinks.

Let's talk, please, monsieur.

Can you confirm what happened to him last night?

We smoked and talked almost until 2:00, yes.

What comrades, he and his cigars and you ...

Yes, you are the only man on the train who smokes a pipe.

Can I see your pipe and snuff, please?

Clear.

Arbuthnot, is traveling from India, I think. Yes?

Are you interrogating me now?

Were you in the compartment Ratchett?

Of course not.

But this is one of their pipe cleaners, n'est-ce pas?

If found dead in the cabin, he is wrong.

I'm a doctor, sir. I heal people, I do them harm.

For that matter, he must have worked hard to be a doctor.

Not many of race are given the opportunity.

Middlesex School of Medicine, one per class.

I had the honor in '24.

I went sniper in my service.

It was very effective.

I saved the lives of several officers.

They recognized a brilliant mind with safe pulse ...

and they supported my education.

I took his generosity as a debt.

Did you know Colonel Armstrong?

There might be two or three Armstrong.

Tommy in the sixties ...

- Selby Armstrong... - El coronel John Armstrong.

He had an American wife and his daughter was kidnapped and murdered.

I never ran into him.

When Ms. met. Debenham?

We met when we share wagon Kirkuk to Nissibin.

She told me something else, and has become problematically suspicious.

Mary is a lady.

Not the goal in this. Avalo integrity.

So when MacQueen endorsed?

- You will not listen to reason. - Never.

Has luck. The doctor insisted he never lost sight of.

Sees it? Ready. I could not have done it.

Of course.

Ratchett took a sleeping pill every night.

He could add barbital, drug easily accessible.

Do the same with a doctor drink ...

and the chance to kill him is clear.

Why would he do something like that?

We set up your mobile.

You might suggest a different mobile.

Something different, more personal reason.

It is "advocated education, not by vocation".

Why engage Laws?

Was it to appease a loved but demanding father?

Someone who had achieved great success in the same area ...

and then lost its position?

There was a famous MacQueen, is not it?

District Attorney of New Jersey ...

responsible for processing the famous Armstrong case.

They had a suspect.

My dad was pressured to pursue a poor French woman ...

a maid with a weak, Susanne alibi.

He based the whole case on it.

He eventually committed suicide.

She was innocent.

When the evidence led them to Cassetti, he was gone.

They smashed my dad.

I could not do anything for him.

But he said that you did not know Ratchett was Cassetti.

No no.

But he found it.

No.

- He found it. She left him penniless. - Do not.

In order to settle the accounts of his father and so finally to settle accounts.

No no no.

No. This was not ...

It was nothing like that. That was not ...

- The door! Someone got inside! - Doctor!

It covers my face!

We must get the knife.

- I want my briefcase. - Of course.

It's in my compartment.

It will not be fingerprinted.

The murderer of undid the murder weapon.

There is!

No damage or lung arteries.

He's lucky to be alive.

Same as all.

Yes, go genius!

Why you have not solved this case?

You should give more time to the man.

Yes? Well...

I can not give much more. I is not much blood.

Yes.

Mr. MacQueen It harassing and real murderer is right here.

One of you.

I do not know who you are. I said nothing.

Please leave me alone.

Play something.

Friends, roads will be free early.

Please return to their cabins.

I will sleep here ...

where everyone can see me and I see all too.

Everyone should. Conserve heat.

Remain in sight, safe, until morning.

The murderer will not last to kill again.

I will give the same message to the Andrenyi ...

with or without diplomatic immunity.

If I may, I'll check their passports.

You know I should talk to her.

There is a stain on the name of his wife.

You should take a look.

Elena is not right.

If you will not let me, his resignation will know the police ...

and I have no doubt that the arrest ...

- How do you dare? - Dear!

Dear.

It has a curious image, Monsieur Poirot.

Do all detectives are so curious?

Sorry for waking her, Madame la Comtesse.

I'm always awake at night.

I sleep during the day.

Some are afraid of the dark, but I can not stand the light.

Always under the influence of ...

Barbital.

Barbital, barbital.

Oceans ingest it.

There's no point lying, love.

He can see inside.

I can not leave home without it.

I can not sleep without it.

The use against my fears.

What are you scared of?

At all.

Your passport has her maiden name, which is Goldenberg.

Jewish, right?

Not so Jewish. My middle name is not Mary.

And is a dancer like her husband?

No, not like my husband.

Dance body.

He illuminate the angels.

I rely on the passion and effort to be acceptable.

Sorry, I'll go to bed again.

Ma'am, that's his only robe?

No, I have another coat. Chiffon golden color.

I like talking to detectives.

You never know what you will ask later.

I am very good with capitals.

I governess element rigurosa con the Geographic.

He is satisfied?

I always feel happy when I discover a liar.

Madame, his name is Helena, but Helena.

Despite its clumsy attempt to change it here and your luggage.

My husband knew he found a shred of evidence ...

a handkerchief embroidered with a "H" and did not want my "H" involved.

So we altered. In luggage and passport.

Not a crime to want to move away from conflict.

But here there is a conflict.

A curious detail about the tragedy of the Armstrong at the heart of this case ...

is the sum of people who were damaged thereby.

Younger sister.

Actress mother ...

stage name Linda Arden.

I guess she was also of Jewish descent ...

And who is more likely to use a stage name?

Would it be too much to suggest?

What was his name original Goldenberg?

Especially when we meet a young woman of the same age ...

daughter who survived ...

living in a world of fear.

Armstrong's sister Sonia.

Outside!

I heard noises and ran. Just in time, right?

Now you must believe that the Count and Countess are the murderers.

Count is protective. The countess would not hurt a fly.

And you can now desist from all this farce.

Really it is not Austrian, nor German, nor a teacher.

But good imitation. Was it based on someone you know?

A butcher where I come from was Kraut.

A good man, great accent.

What gave me away?

Said "Tu-rin" ...

with emphasis on the wrong syllable to be a good proud Teuton.

"Turín".

You're very perceptive, I admit.

Mr. Gerhard profesor Hardman ...

It is my facade.

Sorry for the comments of color.

Well, actually I'm half Jewish.

Cyrus Bethman Hardman.

So is Pinkerton detective?

Thirty years.

I was in Istanbul, returning from work when I received a cable.

Ratchett asked a man to follow him, offering triple pay.

Luckily I was close.

Elses said a small dark man of sharp voice.

I watched the hallway ...

all night through a crack in my door.

Any aggressor ...

I had to go through me first.

I would say under oath.

And perhaps also he swears?

For his thirty years as a Pinkerton detective ...

or I would lie again ...

by denying that you were in fact police officer before?

His weapon, the gridded mango, blue finish ...

revolver produced for editing Police Positive.

1927.

And there seems no end to those made just for me lies.

Leave your weapon to leave here, professor.

For the location of your car ...

It would have been impossible not to see.

Unless Ratchett's door was open ...

Pilar says Estravados opened.

In which case, someone might have ...

hidden from view.

My dear Katherine.

This is an abominable crime.

And I'm stuck, my Katherine.

I can not find the crack in the wall.

How is it that one escapes me?

I've always been ...

very sure.

Too.

But now I feel humble. And I will say, as if it were a child ...

"I do not know yet".

I am very afraid, my katherine.

My apologies, ladies and gentlemen.

They can not put the machine address while on the road.

You have to wait in the tunnel. Thank you.

Where are they taking the dogs?

They will be happy.

Not well.

They'll stretch a little, it's good.

No, it's not okay.

It is frozen?!

Are we stuck?

Did he ask for me?

Is another interrogation?

No no. I enjoy your company.

Please.

I have ten questions that I'm not around to answer ...

and the train is about to depart.

It has a clear mind ...

so I thought I could give me his approach. Look.

"The handkerchief. The pipe cleaners.

"The Scarlet Kimono. The uniform.

"The time on the clock.

"He was killed then? Sooner or later?

"Was it one person or more?

"Which of them?"

I'm sorry, I can not help you.

Maybe there's an eleventh question has not asked ...

which will give the answer to the other.

Maybe.

It could easily draw the Countess Andrenyi.

I discovered that Armstrong's sister.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

And I suspect may be innocent.

Maybe.

But many have lied to me here and do not seem to mind.

- You did it effortlessly. - I?

He said he had never been to America.

He also hid that at the time of the tragedy ...

You lived on the property of Armstrong ...

as governess to his daughter. And he knows it.

I earn my living.

A girl arrested in connection with a homicide ...

No decent family would hire me.

But Debenham, planned the murder of Ratchett.

And then he sent the countess to testify.

If I saw him dead, he knew Helena could return.

He waited until his companion was asleep, and he did not.

He drugged her. But the barbital only gave headache.

It asked for an aspirin!

When the train stopped ...

The coast without ...

when he could enter the cabin Ratchett, hidden!

He loved Daisy Armstrong and murdered Cassetti!

Cassetti was a beast.

He had it coming.

She does not murdered.

I did.

Mary, sal.

I will not let you blame yourself ...

what I did myself.

Mary, go please.

John Armstrong was my best friend, my commander.

He trusted me.

He sent me to medical school, giving me a future.

Drawers the destruyó.

In pain, I met Mary.

And I found Ratchett.

Our plan was to deliver it to the police, he was what he heard.

But when I saw his face ...

I understood that he did not deserve a trial.

So you drugged MacQueen.

He changed the time to watch ...

so he could lie about the time of death.

I would not let Mary was accused.

Ni MacQueen.

I touched my sins to answer for myself.

I am a soldier.

A soldier kills to protect.

Now, Mr. Poirot, I must also protect you.

Why still alive?

¿Poirot?

Stop, gentlemen!

Lord, climb passengers back to the train.

They will retire ...

Now the train ...

until I tell you to return.

Tell their deceptions.

If they think nobody will know.

But there are two people who will.

Yes, two.

His God...

there Hercule Poirot.

It is time to solve this case.

Dr. Arbuthnot asked why I was still alive.

He already knew the answer.

A sniper who misses a short distance?

His shot was not a mistake, it was only surgery.

I did not kill because you're not a murderer.

None of you is.

And yet, someone should be.

There are two possible solutions to this crime.

A difficult because it fits with many, but not all the facts ...

and more ...

complex.

The first solution.

Ratchett had enemies.

One mafioso able to enter the train at Vinkovci ...

MacQueen and Arbuthnot while taking air.

Equipped with a uniform and an access key, stabs Ratchett.

It goes by the compartment Hubbard and manages to escape.

No.

No no no. Has no sense.

Why hide the uniform?

Who drugged Ratchett?

Who stabbed to Mrs. Hubbard?

Can not be!

Now I ask, who does it benefit?

This crime is the murder of a murderer.

The benefit is perhaps ...

for the spirit, relief of suffering.

To silence the voice crying in the mind and prevents sleep.

There is a murderer among us.

So...

Dr. Arbuthnot is a very grateful friend Colonel Armstrong.

Knows and finds comfort in the company of the governess, Mary Debenham ...

who is almost like a mother of the little girl.

And very close to the younger sister of Mrs. Armstrong ...

Helena Goldenberg...

married to a powerful man, prone to anger and violence.

We also traveled with the godmother of Daisy ...

to whom it belongs ...

embroidered handkerchief found right at the crime scene.

The letter "H" in the Russian alphabet, of course, pronounced "N".

Natalia Dragomiroff.

And her maid to look faithful chef?

Who she was before your current job? Armstrong's cook.

But that's not all.

Lullaby by Daisy ...

his new religious fervor born of the blame for letting the girl ...

She was abducted. You...

I was with her the night that Ratchett came through the window.

A glass of wine was taken over for dinner tonight?

Have you been blamed herself since then?

Why not alert to stop it?

She knew only sweetness ...

and love, until ...

until I...

No need to guess with me, sir.

I was the ordinance of Colonel Armstrong in the war.

And after that, his valet in New York.

finest man that God has conceived.

Does your driver would agree?

A loan backed by Armstrong allowed him to create his automotive empire?

He was in debt forever. Who else do I take into account?

What about the Pinkerton detective, who was a policeman before?

I assigned to the case Armstrong?

Then I grew fond of a person, because there is another forgotten victim.

He fell in love with the maid before being falsely accused.

Renounce police to testify ...

the travesty of justice ...

MacQueen when the father insisted that the arrest ...

and she took her own life.

Do not! No no!

Susanne was a sweetness.

He fell in love with me.

And old and gray hair. I told him to look for something better ...

but there she was ...

time for each appointment.

Why more?

You will fill both a train midwinter?

Why the abundance of evidence? By...?

Why the inspector?

Pierre Michel Avignon ...

who lost his sister ...

the accused maid ...

Susanne Michel.

Only one soul can claim to have lost more than any of you.

The tragic Linda Arden ...

Sonia's mother ...

Sad grandmother Daisy.

Retirement from the stage ...

but looking for one last performance.

You are a man too clever.

A murderer must have a single victim.

When Ratchett murdered Deysi Armstrong ...

a dozen lives were fractured, deformed, ended.

Everyone demanded justice!

Among those wounded souls, we must answer the end ...

Who among them is a killer?

Who takes a knife? The answer is...

Not one of you could have done.

Not a couple.

It could only have been done ...

for all of you.

United.

United.

Even when the avalanche changed everything ...

as did the detective, plans are altered.

The kimono uniform.

Outstanding improvisation, the doctor who knows wounding without killing.

All played a role.

Do it!

Everything was my plan.

I recruit them.

I had Hardman will track Cassetti.

I sent MacQueen to work for him, and then Masterman.

MacQueen organized to travel the day that Michel was in service.

¿Sr. Ratchett?

Is nothing.

Goodnight.

And this all happened.

The death of an innocent.

A life for a life.

Revenge.

You must not blame anybody but me!

All this was my plan!

Tell him the police I killed him without help!

there is nothing of life in me today.

They have a chance now.

Helena, I beg ...

who does.

May...

go, live ...

find happiness ...

somewhere.

This end with me.

They are not murderers.

They are very good people.

And be good again.

It was good, was bad.

And now you are.

I can not judge.

They must decide.

You wish to be free without punishment for their crime?

Only then they should make one more.

I will not stop them.

You will not let them kill you now.

Entréguenle my body into the lake and will be innocents in the station.

They should silence me.

Bouc can lie.

I can not.

Do it! One of you!

No.

I was dead with Daisy.

¡No!

He said his role was to do justice.

What is justice here?

Sometimes, human law is not enough.

Where is the conscience?

Underground with Daisy.

Dear Colonel Armstrong.

Finally, I can answer your letter ...

at least with the idea in mind and feel in the heart ...

that, somewhere, you can hear me.

Now I have discovered the truth of the case, and it's something ...

deeply disturbing.

Here I have seen the fracture of the human soul.

Many broken lives, so much pain and anger ...

giving way to the poison of great distress ...

until a single crime becomes many.

I've always wanted to convince that man is rational and civilized.

My very existence depends on that hope ...

the order, method and the little gray cells.

But now, perhaps, I am asked ...

I heard instead ...

to my heart.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I finally understood in this case that the scales of justice ...

They can not always balance completely.

And I must learn, this time ...

to live without that balance.

No murderers here.

Only people who deserve a chance to heal.

Police have accepted my first solution to this crime ...

the lone murderer who escaped.

I'll get off the train here to complete the formalities.

Everyone is free to leave.

They can make peace with this.

I include myself in that.

How are you?

I come to seek the detective Poirot. They need for a very urgent matter.

He is on vacation.

Is Kassner case again?

No, sir, much worse.

I have to bring to Egypt immediately.

There was a murder, sir, right in the damn Nile.

You're the detective?

Yes.

I'm the detective.

Could we straighten his tie?

I reach in the car.

Here it is, sir.

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