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MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS

The Waiting Wall, Jerusalem

He said four minutes exactly.

Fast.

Two perfect eggs this time, right?

Maybe.

I blame the chicken.

Why do you put eggs of different sizes?

It's not you, "mon ami." They are two "oeufs" in perfect condition.

Mr. Poirot...

There are three religions in conflict.

If you are going to carry out one of your miracles, the time has come.

Eat the eggs

Poirot!

I'm sorry, is that the...

This is not the...

It's just the imbalance of the...

Clean.

That's better.

Excuse me. Let's move on excuse me, please.

Bring the accused.

The rabbi...

the father...

and the Imam.

This is the same as in the old joke, yes?

The rabbi, the father and the imam.

Forgive me, I'm Belgian.

Well, we have to start.

In the church of the Holy Sepulcher up here!

Three representatives meet under the supervision...

of the Chief Inspector of the Police to discuss a divided schedule of the market.

One hour after that tense meeting...

an invaluable relic is stolen.

And it is said that one of these three men has stolen it.

The police find no trace of evidence at all.

I find one.

On the meticulously sheltered wall of a fresco...

a single crack of an indiscreet ascent...

with a hard-soled shoe or maybe a boot.

So, ladies and gentlemen, we should ask...

Who would be able to benefit from the crime?

These three religious men live humbly.

His shoes have thin soles, poor.

Instantaneous wealth and rubies would be...

very obvious, yes, they would be noticed. They do not win.

Now I need an armed guard at the south entrance.

Many thanks.

No, the only man...

that really benefits from the theft and the turmoil it causes...

It's a man whose office I registered this morning...

When waiting, I must tell you, my very disappointing breakfast.

A mishap with the eggs. They do not have to find out.

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

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

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

when it has been discussed among the local inhabitants about autonomy...

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

invite me to advise him on the case.

How dare you accuse me?

Tell me sergeant...

Did you manage to register the office that I indicated?

Yes sir.

And did he find what I told him there would be?

Yes sir. As you said.

Captain...

You must deliver that, captain. Tomorrow at first hour.

Very well sir.

Your luggage is on board, sir.

I won the right to escort him to his ship.

To Istanbul, then? And will he go back to London right away?

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

I want to admire paintings and have a lot of free time.

It's frozen. He stopped?

Is that...

How did you know it was him, sir? For a tiny crack in the wall.

I have the great advantage...

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

And when it is not, imperfection stands out...

Like a nose in the middle of the face.

And sometimes life becomes unbearable.

But it is useful in the detection of crime.

But it's like seeing inside people and deducting their real nature.

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

There is nothing in the middle.

I already say goodbye.

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

We should not see each other again.

Could you straighten your tie? Only a little.

- Yes - That's perfect.

Last passengers, please!

Sorry.

It will be ready soon.

But. Are they going to fix it in time?

We are working!

I have a connection in Istanbul. Leave 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 make it stronger and slower.

What nonsense, forgive me.

I can help? Let me help.

I know his mustache.

I saw it in the newspapers. Are you the detective Hercules Poirot?

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

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

Not yours, at least.

Is it coming from Baghdad?

So is. No detail escapes him then.

Your ticket

You could also ask him if he enjoyed his stay...

as a governess.

The chalk on the sleeve and the Geography manual.

She is a governess or cartographer. I had to guess.

I always start them in Geography...

and I annoy them until they know the world at their fingertips.

They can get lost in life...

but they will undoubtedly know where they are.

We no longer have chains. Just in time.

I feel very free here in the water.

I wish I could enjoy it.

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

When everything is over.

When it's done

Nothing will touch us anymore.

Istanbul

My vacation starts here.

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

The world insists on destruction, and here...

Masterpieces are baked to order every day.

Mohammed!

Mohammed, friend...

you are an artist

Good friend!

I am sorry.

Hey, come, come.

Do not worry, we're just looking for a place to discuss privately.

It will take about twenty minutes, maybe.

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

Monsieur Bouc!

Poirot! In the kitchen.

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

to a jewel thief.

No, I do not work as a police officer, now I can not get you out when they catch you, huh?

He is my dear friend, the famous...

Poirot, whom I know prior to fame. Poirot, she is...

- A prostitute. - So is.

Exactly. Bouc, I did not know you had such famous friends.

We are friends because I am the only...

He does not ask about his cases, because I'm not interested.

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

No doubt you are.

Madame, Bouc, join me for a drink, okay?

I can only stay one hour.

I'll go out on the Orient Express at seven. Official director matters.

Uncle pays me a lot for being on board his beautiful train...

very far from him...

in the local office...

forced to drink and dine with important officers forever.

There is an art in nepotism.

I think you're all Michelangelo!

Mr. Poirot.

Are you also a prostitute?

- Of course not. - Does this man bother you, perhaps?

He is about to do it.

- Works at the British consulate. - Yes sir.

It is the Kassner case.

You are right.

Succeed in certain predictions?

Quite.

I do not need to read the telegram.

What fun.

Did someone die or was he unfaithful?

Unfortunately, both.

Someone has...

interrupted my longing for rest.

Apparently I must travel with you today, Bouc.

Can you get me a cabin on the Orient Express?

Good friend...

I do not serve much, but you will undoubtedly have a bed in my train...

in the middle of winter. Three days...

free of tension, anguish, and crime too. You're going to love it.

Mademoiselle, it has been a great pleasure. Mr.

Your luggage has already been collected and your expenses have been paid.

They are going to look for him in Calais...

he will be escorted to Dover, and will 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 did not even carry your luggage.

I had a great week.

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

Do not forget to speak well of the Americans, huh?

Do not!

Hey, stop!

For you, Mr. Ratchett, the best table.

Here, sir. The best table

No, I want that one.

Hi, Masterman. Do you have everything?

How nice it is to ask, Mr. MacQueen. I never make mistakes.

Amazing! It's Count Andrenyi.

Come come come.

I saw him dance on Monte Cristo. Can I take a picture?

Please, in the face, no!

I am sorry.

The Special Orient Express!

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

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

Dijon, Paris, Bologna and Calais...

with connection 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. Treat him as if he were a panda.

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

Well, we will do it. You can give him the number eleven.

The eleven is always saved for official use.

It is quite comfortable.

Its busy. The Austrian professor reserved it.

Is not there a first class bedroom on the whole train?

Negative, sir.

Second class?

There is no place at all.

Mademoiselle Debenham.

Mr. Poirot, will you accompany us?

That depends on who wins this debate.

All the passengers arrived?

All but one. Mr. Harris.

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

"or your seat will be occupied".

The half hour has already passed. The seat will be occupied.

Take Monsieur Poirot's luggage to number three, with Mr. MacQueen.

Enjoy it.

Welcome Sir.

Number three stumbled.

An apology, madame. I did not mean to disrespect him.

I could try to miss a bit.

Something special about traveling by train is that you are always running into someone.

It is wonderful.

Although I am already anxious to return.

Traveling you discover flavors, mosques, many men...

but over time, a stranger his own bed.

I have been accused of hunting foreign husbands.

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

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

and preferably, regularly.

How good! Fire in the kitchen!

See you later, Madame!

Goodnight.

Number nine.

Goodnight.

How are you?

No, after you.

Ah, number three.

Are you Mr. MacQueen?

Yes. I think he made a mistake in the 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 ones.

Do not.

Do not.

This?

Why have not they unpacked?

Five minutes to leave. Last call to passengers!

Do we brush it?

Why the hell are they taking so long?

As soon as we leave, prepare the bed.

It's already fixed, Mr. Ratchett.

No, prepare the bed. And bring my Dictaphone.

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

- Yes sir. - Call MacQueen...

and to come with all the receipts from the sale of Milan.

- Take charge. - Yes sir.

I want you to do it now.

- Did I say do it now? - Immediately Mr.

"You better take care of yourself."

Your coffee, Mr. Ratchett.

Who did this?

I have no idea, sir.

Good evening, Mrs. Hubbard.

What a pleasure, Mr. Masterman.

Hi, how are you?

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

And I'll pay it.

Take another drink

Do you feel insulted?

Disappointed

Some men look good.

The only thing they need...

It is not to open your mouth, and you can take the prize they want.

Even so, the mouth opens.

Is everything in order, Mrs. Hubbard?

He has a strong intuition, I know.

My second husband used to say just that.

He, by the way, was the first one.

Yes.

The smartest man I've ever met.

With the face of a turnip, but loved that turnip.

It was a nice talk.

Excuse me.

Goodnight.

Mr. Poirot breakfast.

When I dine later...

I'll take MacQueen to Monsieur Bouc's cabin.

You will travel first class, monsieur.

And the eggs?

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Hubbard.

Good afternoon.

It is done.

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

I am here for what you need.

No thanks. I do not drink.

Does not this feel good?

Sin never feels good to me.

Vice is where the devil finds followers.

Excuse my boldness.

Good afternoon.

Monsieur, how about an appetizer?

Unfortunately I have an appointment with the train director.

He was going to be the same.

Please sir.

Are you already installed?

As advertised.

And even then, 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...

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

never to see again

Boredom, more anonymity, more...

the gentle steady rolling

With your hobbies, you're never going to get anything.

It is what I hope.

Ask me for the fish.

Also the grouper by flounder, Carola instead of the dad, and...

beef sauce instead of velouté.

Garcon, that sounds superb. The same for me.

The princess Dragomiroff

If I had to get married for money, I would do it for that kind of fortune.

I brushed Dalia this morning.

No, you tortured my puppy.

I asked you to brush it.

Are you still enjoying Dickens?

Very much, "mom ami".

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

The romance never unpunished.

There was...

There was someone once.

I would prefer that in the future I would never be seated with that man.

The same should be sitting with equals. We are not the same.

Not all of us are so distressed about the separation of races, professor.

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

By mixing your red wine with white wine, you would end up ruining both.

I adore a good rosé.

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

if I accompany him?

Dessert is a delight...

and I feel somewhat ridiculous and clumsy, delighting alone.

I feel happier alone.

But...

For a portion of your fragelité, join me.

A pleasure. Excuse me, another fork.

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

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

No, that is not so true.

One day I traveled by bus with Ty Cobb.

Baseball player, Detroit.

Would you mind if I ate the little curl on top of it?

You are an exotic bird.

A strange and peculiar man.

I reached a certain age when I know what I like and what I do not.

What I like, I enjoy it immensely. What I dislike, I can not stand it.

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

It's fun.

All right.

I would like to offer you a job.

"The avenger of the innocents". That's what they call it in the newspapers.

And you are innocent?

I am a businessman.

Trade with art. I'm really new to this.

But my beginner luck has worked.

Relics, antiques.

Rugs, rare. Orientals

I'm new to the game, so, I do not know, I have the rookie focus.

But I have some problem with the...

supposed valuadores.

In general, they are not reliable.

Some of my buyers...

usually buy a piece...

then they find out that it was not entirely original...

which is not my fault...

if a Kashan silk scarf is false.

True?

But I've made some enemies, it's the thing.

I receive some letters, many threaten me.

Surely it's the Italians.

I sold them a set of Oriental rugs in Milan.

And the buyers were not pleased with the origin.

And they want to recover their payment, with interest, yes?

Italians

That's what gangsters are like.

And then the great detective appears here.

I?

- If you. Hercules Poirot. - Hercule.

This is what I would like to do.

I would like to hire him to take care of my back...

until you reach a safe point.

It's easy money for you.

And it's peace of mind for me, you understand?

- Of course I understand. - All right.

And I refuse.

Sorry? That is wrong.

Maybe I did not explain correctly.

Listen, someone seeks to harm me.

And I know I'm not the best subject in the world, but not close.

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

But...

I'm not in any hurry yet.

- Are you pointing the gun at me? - Do not.

Not towards you. Towards the world

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

How about ten thousand for a week?

What a generous offer. I must reject it.

- Fifteen thousand? - He could not hear me, I reject him.

I get it.

It's not something that draws attention to the great Hercules Poirot, huh?

It's not flashy...

He sells imitations to gangsters. Suffer the consequences.

I detect criminals. I am not the one who protects them.

He is saying no to my bad money.

I say no to you, Mr. Ratchett.

It was about the gun, right? Was it because of that?

This is much more personal than that.

I do not like his face

And, if you'll excuse me...

He liked my cake, right?

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

Thank you.

How cold.

My dear Katherine.

My love.

Mr. Dickens.

Mr. Ratchett?

Mr. Ratchett?

Is nothing.

It's fine, sir. Goodnight.

Mr. Hubbard?

It's always Mrs. Hubbard.

Mrs. Hubbard.

We are dead?

Ladies and gentlemen, the train has derailed.

Are you okay, Mr. Marquez?

I'm fine thanks.

Mr. Bouc will speak with you...

in the morning. They will be more secure in their cabin.

Clear.

We are going to die?

My Katherine.

My beautiful...

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid our train can not go anywhere yet.

Yes, except below.

How long are we going to be here like this?

Yes, someone must be doing something.

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

Because two hours and ten minutes ago, having failed to reach Brod in time...

They must have deducted our situation...

and sent a team to release the machine...

clear the way and make us move forward.

Until then, I guarantee...

that we are all going to be warm, fed and comfortable.

We could walk.

We could die by exposing ourselves to the cold.

I have a connection yet.

My ship sails the day after tomorrow, from France.

Without you, I suppose. I will not go to London either.

I'm responsible for my loss of time, Mr. Bouc.

Madame, I'm not responsible for the weather.

Of course, it is who is here.

And my conference in Turin?

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

Yes, some things are in the hands of God.

It's not up to us to decide...

if we deserve to arrive safely to our destination...

or if, like Lucifer, we must fall.

Your breakfast, Mr. Ratchett!

Bonjour, Mr. Masterman.

Have any problem?

I have no idea, sir.

Mr. Ratchett?

It's cold air.

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

OMG!

Do not touch anything, just the corpse.

By God, it's horrible.

First the snow and...

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

And a man has died.

And a man has died.

He was stabbed.

Long blade knife.

Multiple wounds, superficial and others very deep.

On the left or right side?

It is the weird thing.

Because apparently the killer maybe closed his eyes and attacked blindly.

Could you calculate the time of death?

It's hard to know through the open window...

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

But nobody entered his cabin. I watched all night.

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

Thank you Doctor. Go back to the dining car.

Michel, the car says.

Poirot

I need your help, friend.

You must discover who it was.

Please, I beg you on behalf of the Orient Express.

We will present the police with a closed case.

You are the only one here who can save me.

Your faith moves me. mon cher But I must use my rest.

Well, consider it a riddle on the beach.

It's nothing to your mind!

Just investigate the background of the passengers.

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

You will sit in an armchair and you will eat your cake...

and to think, until the solution is presented.

What else are you going to do here in the snow !?

Without a constant stimulus, your neurons will die of hunger.

Do you think that I do? Feel me...

to eat cake and then I get a great idea?

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

To hell with your Dickens!

If we leave it to the police, they will choose a culprit...

true or not, and then they're going to hang it.

Surely Mr. Marquez...

for no reason, more than to be called Marquez.

Or Dr. Arbuthnot, because of the color of his skin.

You are the only one who can do justice.

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

- Each passport. - Whatever.

Organize interviews with all passengers.

Evidence, order and method, until the guilty party appears.

I never approve homicide, friend.

Every day we see people who have left over the world...

but we do not kill them.

One must be better than the beasts.

So let's find the killer.

What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen, grant me your...

Apparently, today our bad luck has worsened.

And is that...

A passenger has died on the train.

Monsieur Ratchett

So they killed him in the end.

Do you assume he was killed?

No no.

He only commented that he was in very good health.

He had his enemies, that's all.

In fact, yes, they killed him.

How awful. A homicide here?

That's right, madame.

God rest his soul.

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

Nobody believed in my word.

What is happening?

Since we are stranded, I have decided to accept the case...

and find the criminal for my friend, Monsieur Bouc.

And why you?

My name is Hercule Poirot...

and I'm maybe the best detective in the world.

I will talk to everyone in his time. For now...

I recommend that they be in their closed compartments.

I feel like a prisoner here.

It's for your own safety.

If there was a homicide...

then there was a murderer.

The murderer is among us...

on the train, now.

The doors between the wagons were closed last night?

Of course. I closed them.

We register the train. There is nobody hidden above or below.

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

Bouc, you're going to help me.

Being the only one who slept in another car...

You are the only one who is not suspicious.

Mr. MacQueen, is it really time to drink?

My boss is dead.

Today I lost my job, and they look at me as if I had done it.

We are not making accusations.

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

You were his relative?

No, your secretary.

He booked trips, ordered his meat.

He ate more meat than I have ever seen in my life.

I sold antiques.

I was not qualified for that, neither the eye, nor the languages.

Actually, I did not have the talent to trade, finance...

absolutely.

I took care of everything.

How long did you last as your employee?

Twenty days to complete a year.

The prohibition was not to my liking...

so I had to go abroad, in debt.

I'm a lawyer for education...

not by vocation.

He was incompetent in that.

Did you appreciate it?

I appreciated it just for your money.

Ratchett was rude...

demanding, offensive, and sure an offender.

When did you see it for the last time?

It must have been after 10:00.

He called me to check our sales in Italy.

Milan, the sale of fakes?

Yes Yes. He wanted us to review the accounts.

I had to translate everything.

The contracts were in French and he did not understand it.

And when we stopped at Vinkovci...

I made a conversation with the doctor of color, Arbuthnot.

And we take a couple of drinks, stretch our legs.

He had...

some strange opinions about Stalin that he had to alter.

I never judge a man by his race, but I am not so fond of the British.

When did your party end?

He left after 2:00.

Did he know of any specific enemy that Ratchett had?

Go

Well, too much.

Did he tell you that he had been threatened?

He received a couple of ugly letters.

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

He discarded the others.

He burned them.

Are here.

IT IS MORE GOOD FOR YOU TO TAKE CARE OF

NOBODY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF US

Merci, Mr. MacQueen.

Thank you.

If we have other questions, we will call you again.

Have you already considered the Latin guy?

Marquez He is a great subject.

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

He does not have the same dislike for homicide, historically.

He said he never judged a man because of his race.

I suppose...

that depends on the race.

And it had gone so well.

- Do you think it's MacQueen? - It is still uncertain.

Actually, I can not imagine him stabbing a man 12 times.

Not sober, at least. And who was?

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

- What? To who? - To the victim.

It has twelve stabs and, as Arbuthnot said, there is no pattern.

If the doctor is guilty...

He did not let that influence his responsibility.

Hey, the clock. He stopped at 1:15.

It matches the time the doctor said.

It is possible, yes. Without doubt it is possible.

- I do not understand it 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 frantic attack.

Attacking here and there, without any pattern, only extreme violence.

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

she just stood still and accepted death without fighting...

when I also had here...

the means by which he could have defended himself well.

For you.

Now, let's see.

Barbital. The magic drug

They drugged him so he would not use this.

And also around here a feminine handkerchief.

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

And it even has an initial, "H".

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

Yes, a tumult of clues put conveniently.

But only one seems, in reality, to be possibly genuine.

And maybe this ashtray contributes the accidental piece.

The incinerated fragment of a note.

An attempt, perhaps, to burn the evidence.

If you lend us your equipment, right?

Thank you.

Well, I prefer to understand...

why there was a clue instead of what is the object itself.

The truth is sought from within, not from outside.

In this case, even so, maybe I'll accept some scientific help.

You are going to adjust the flame.

It's just one of those ugly letters.

You're wrong, mon ami.

This has a secret to tell.

Look.

"The blood is in your hand, you are going to die."

What does it mean?

Come with me, Bouc.

You have to fill the gaps.

This was never a riddle on the beach.

I know the real last name of the deceased.

It was not Ratchett, it was Cassetti.

I know that surname.

Then you also know the surname Armstrong.

The Armstrong case?

History shook the world.

Two years ago...

the renowned pilot, Colonel John Armstrong...

and his wife, Sonia, woke up to see that their only daughter, little Daisy...

she had been abducted from her crib.

Desperate...

The Armstrongs paid the ransom.

But shortly after, Daisy was found murdered by...

Ratchett, who was Cassetti.

Sonia Armstrong was pregnant when she received the news.

The impact caused her premature labor.

Neither she nor her baby survived.

How do you know, Poirot?

Because John Armstrong told me personally.

He wrote to ask for my support.

By the time I received your letter...

it was too late.

They found him dead by a gunshot.

Self-inflicted

"The blood of Daisy Armstrong is in your hands, you will die for that"

And so it happened.

- Monsieur Poirot? - Yes, Michel.

Mrs. Hubbard wants to talk to you. I held it as far as I could.

Mrs. Hubbard, sorry for the wait.

He has steam in his mind and words in his mouth.

Well, obviously, yes. What he had tried...

to tell him all day.

The killer was in my compartment last night.

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

Only that he killed Ratchett in my place.

I awoke in the dark and 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 did not want to believe me.

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

"He must have gone out there."

And obviously, I was without a pin.

I know I made sure...

after what Ratchett said.

He made me a pretty daring proposal.

Maybe?

Have you heard about the Armstrong abduction?

It was inevitable.

A lot of morbid

The minor's killer, Cassetti...

he died last night

Ratchett was that man.

I told him before, I knew he was a degenerate.

Now you believe me?

About the man in my cabin?

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

But I have proof that it is true.

This belongs to a train employee...

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

I'm not missing any.

I found it at the foot of my bed, in the blanket...

right where I slept.

How do you consider it?

I consider it evidence. Thank you very much, Mrs. Hubbard.

Have you visited North America?

Once.

Years ago, briefly.

For what purpose?

- To sign a suspicion. - Which was?

That I would not like.

They offered me a position in Boston.

I arrived in Boston and went straight back to London.

- Where was Ratchett from? From 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 her coffee and I adjusted her clothes.

Some tooth hurts, I suppose.

I have an extraction scheduled this week.

Mr. Ratchett insisted that he not continue to postpone it.

He said he got tired of hearing my muffled moans.

That empathic Ratchett?

Did I usually drink coffee regularly at night?

Not at all. But he had been agitated lately.

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

He found a letter in his compartment.

Please tell me you did not go.

If you wanted to leave something unpleasant on your pillow, sir...

It would not be a letter.

Coffee.

There is no doubt that...

a valet so precious and polite...

He would not talk to his boss like he did.

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

end.

It is not a simple tooth pain.

Lungs?

The thyroid.

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

Months when a lot.

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

And I stopped feeling it. The fear.

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

I think what I think.

The coffee.

It seems to me that they added barbital to their cup.

Of course, it will tell me that you did not put it there.

Obviously I did not.

When and where did he go to get coffee and cups?

I went to the kitchen, sir.

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

Anyone could have altered him previously.

Mr. Masterman.

I'm sorry for your tooth pain.

I love small cakes.

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

but he studied nursing before, yes?

I owed it to God.

Was he in debt to him?

I had...

some days of debauchery in my life...

in which I took more than what I gave.

Gerhard Hardman.

Engineering Professor

It will be science that will restore its splendor to Germany.

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

so ask what it is.

Whatever. I never lie now.

Did you leave your compartment for something last night?

Only once, to get an aspirin.

Mrs. Hubbard had offered me something before.

I rejected it at the beginning but I could not rest...

and I went to ask for it.

My conference is in Turin.

I am the only Austrian exhibitor, so without me...

the talks would be mediocre.

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

where I swore never to lie or steal again.

Yes, friends, because when you are trustworthy, they buy you more.

The Italians are cows. The Spaniards, sheep.

Belgian...

I arrived at my cabin, which I share with the depressed English butler.

Annoying? Yes. Growling at all times.

But surely he saw me sleeping all night until morning.

I'll tell you something...

in case it is relevant.

There was a very embarrassing moment.

When I went to see Mrs. Hubbard...

first I 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.

- Your business? - The cars.

I have three showrooms.

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

If it's true, Miss Debnham will confirm it.

But it is true.

I would never lie.

I would not cheat you.

Did Miss Debenham get out of her booth without you noticing?

No. I have a very light dream.

With the slightest sound I rise like lightning.

I was surprised once.

It does not happen again.

No, I never said I was a driver.

The photographs that came out of your luggage...

There was a very beautiful one of a little boy, with a driver's hat...

visiting his dad at work.

Who was he transporting?

Ms. Estrada, why do your hands have boxer calluses?

I do my work in dangerous cities...

where I must not let fear overcome me.

I trained to fight.

But do not you trust God now?

From his surprise?

No, in case it is busy.

He is always busy.

It's Masterman.

The man is dying he has nothing to lose.

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

who confirmed that his partner, Masterman...

he read in his bed at the time of death.

If it were so easy, I would not be famous. Following.

Miss Debenham...

Do not you mind holding the air?

For you, we will have a picnic.

It caused my companion to suffer overcrowding. I see.

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

It unbalanced it and it freezes me.

Witty.

Could you write your full name and address?

Mallow tenuous, by the way.

Ms. Estravados told me that she asked him the color of his robe.

"Mary Hermione Debenham."

Do you ever use Hermione's name?

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

It's unusual, I know.

You should not have your theory ready if you are testing my penmanship.

What did you think of the deceased?

The truth is that I did not have an opinion.

I do not understand why he asks it.

Excuse me, mademoiselle, they are my peculiar originalities.

Human nature is perverse in its complexity.

To explore it, tools are required.

They are toys, not tools, Hercule.

And I prefer that you keep them.

The direct method? Parfait.

Did you know the doctor before this trip?

To Dr. Arbuthnot?

Do not.

But such an instantaneous attraction?

We are not in North America...

Miss Debenham. Here there are no laws against your feelings.

Nor are there laws against silence, to which...

I'm attached.

I have never visited North America.

Can I ask you about?

A few words that I heard?

You and the unknown, Arbuthnot, are closer than other strangers.

Told him:

"Not now, when it's done. Nothing will touch us anymore. "

What did he mean?

Do you think I planned a homicide?

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.

I see enough crimes to know that the criminal act is the anomaly.

I think that a soul that is too fractured is needed...

to kill another human being.

I ask him again, what did he mean?

As it was established...

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 for the room for 1:00...

I called Fräulein Schmidt.

He gave me a massage...

and he read me for a while. Then I slept.

Did you ever recognize?

A family named Armstrong?

They lived an indescribable tragedy.

I was an admirer of Sonia Armstrong's mother...

Linda Arden, the actress.

A talent that is given every century.

Miss Arden was going to move to the address.

She would have become the first giant woman on Broadway...

had it not been for the tragedy.

And then, Linda Arden, she's already dead?

As if it were.

He never leaves home anymore.

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 killed little Daisy Armstrong.

I get it.

I admit that I know the family, and now that man has died.

The coincidence...

It must seem unbearable.

We can allow you a coincidence.

Now I have to ask your Fräulein Schmidt some questions.

No, it is not necessary.

I can guarantee your integrity.

Even so, if you authorize us.

Fräulein Please answer in German.

But your Excellency does not understand.

That's what it is about.

This is yours? H of Hildegarde?

It's too fine for me.

Is this the truth about last night?

As she said. He sent the inspector to look for me...

Then I went back to bed.

Did you see someone when he returned?

Only the other inspector.

One who was...

"The other inspector." Do you mean Michel?

No. To another, the one who woke me up.

Come please.

Are you sure it was not him?

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

Fräulein, there is no other.

I know what I saw.

I remember that his voice was high and the uniform was identical.

Although I suspect he lacked a button.

Sir, I need your master key.

We have to find a uniform and a red kimono.

Thousands of photographs, many socks...

robes in all colors, less red...

and the imposter's uniform does not appear.

Have we already checked all the luggage of the passengers?

Everything except the Count and the Countess Andrenyi, monsieur.

It is forbidden to check your luggage.

They travel with diplomatic visas.

Where else can it be?

There is only one suitcase that we have not reviewed yet.

Mine.

The killer makes fun of me.

All right. Your first mistake

And as the night must continue to day...

No, that's not mine.

I told him about the other inspector.

- Would you tell him if it were me? - I would not do it...

that's why your cabin is ideal to hide it.

Voilá, the button.

And if there is an inspector uniform...

Why not a special inspector key?

We already know how the killer opened the doors magically.

- Bourbon. - MacQueen.

Now what are we looking for?

Five hundred pounds

MacQueen had an accounting book of his dealings with Ratchett.

Where is?

Poirot?

Bouc, no one comes out!

Please, stop!

Please, stay where you are.

Thank you gentlemen. Thank you.

So, did MacQueen do it? Do you have the culprit?

I do not know yet.

Why did he do it?

I did not kill him ?!

He wanted to burn the accounts...

but there are still legible fragments. And they do not fit...

because he has been stealing.

This is full of...

How do you say that? Of chocolate?

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

I was stealing him!

He thought he would discover it.

That's why he killed him!

Yes.

Yes, that's true, I was stealing him.

Thousands.

He knew that his money was not clean.

Who cared if I cheated him with a little of that?

But I'm going to ask you a question.

Why would I sacrifice my petty cash?

I did not do it.

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

It is true.

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

And it's true.

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

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

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

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

Let's talk, please, monsieur.

Can you confirm what happened to him the night?

We smoke and talk almost until 2:00, yes.

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

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

Can I see your pipe and your tobacco, please?

Clear.

Arbuthnot, he's been traveling from India, I think. Yes?

Are you questioning me now?

Was he in Ratchett's compartment?

Of course not.

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

If he found it in the dead man's cabin, he's wrong.

I am a doctor, sir. I heal people, I do not hurt them.

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

Not many of their race are given the opportunity.

Middlesex School of Medicine, one per class.

I had the honor in '24.

I was a sniper in my service.

It was very effective.

I saved the lives of several officers.

They recognized a brilliant mind with a sure pulse...

and they supported my education.

I took your generosity as a debt.

Did you know Colonel Armstrong?

There could have been two or three Armstrong.

Tommy in the sixties...

- Selby Armstrong... - Colonel John Armstrong.

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

I never ran into him.

When did you meet Miss Debenham?

We met when we shared wagon from Kirkuk to Nissibin.

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

Mary is a lady.

Do not put it into this. I guarantee your integrity.

So you endorsed MacQueen's time?

- You do not listen to reasons. - Never.

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

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

Of course.

Ratchett was taking a sleeping pill every night.

He was able to add barbital, an easily accessible drug.

Do the same with a drink of the doctor...

and the chance to kill him is clear.

Why would he do something like that?

We established your mobile.

I could suggest a different mobile.

Something different, a more personal reason.

He is "a lawyer by education, not by vocation".

Why dedicate yourself to the Laws?

Was it to appease a beloved but demanding father?

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

and who then lost his position?

There was a famed MacQueen, was not it?

The District Attorney of the State of New Jersey...

responsible for the prosecution of the famous Armstrong case.

They did not have a suspect.

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

a maid with a weak alibi, Susanne.

He based the entire case on her.

He finally committed suicide.

She was innocent.

By the time the evidence guided them to Cassetti, he had already left.

They smashed my dad.

I could not do anything for him.

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

No no.

But he found it.

Do not.

- He found it. He left him without money. - Do not.

To be able to settle the accounts of his father and thus, finally, to settle accounts.

No no no.

No. This was not...

It was not any of that. That was not...

- The door! Someone got inside! - Doctor!

It covered my face!

We must get the knife.

- I want my briefcase. - Of course.

It's in my compartment.

There will be no fingerprints.

The murderer was undoing the murder weapon.

There is!

It does not damage the lung or arteries.

You are lucky to be alive.

Same as all.

Yes, go genius!

Why has not this case been resolved?

Must give man more time.

Yes? Well...

I can not give you much more. I do not have much blood left.

Yes.

Harassing Mr. MacQueen and the real killer is right here.

One of you.

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

Please, leave me alone.

Touch something.

Friends, the tracks will be free early.

Please go back to your booths.

I'll sleep here...

where everyone can see me and I see everyone too.

Everyone should do it. Keep heat.

Stay 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 you allow me, I will check your passports.

He knows that I should talk to her.

There is a stain on his wife's name.

I should take a look.

Elena is not well.

If you do not allow it, your resignation will be known by the police...

and I have no doubt that they will be arrested...

- How do you dare? - Dear!

Dear.

He has a curious image, Monsieur Poirot.

Do all the detectives look so curious?

Sorry to wake you up, Madame la Comtesse.

I'm always awake at night.

I sleep during the day.

Some fear the darkness, but I do not tolerate the light.

He is always under the influence of...

Barbital.

Barbital, barbital.

I take oceans of that.

There's no point in lying, love.

He can see our interior.

I can not leave home without that.

I can not sleep without that.

I use them against my fears.

What are you scared of?

To everything.

Her passport has her maiden name, which is Goldenberg.

Jewish, right?

Not so Jewish. My second name is not Maria.

And is she a dancer like her husband?

No, not like my husband.

Dance body.

He is illuminated by angels.

I rely on passion and effort to be acceptable.

Excuse me, I'll go to bed again.

Madam, is that your only robe?

No, I have another dressing gown. Gold-colored chiffon.

I like to talk to detectives.

You never know what they will ask later.

I am very good with the capitals.

My governess was rigorous with Geography.

He is satisfied?

I always feel satisfied when I discover a liar.

Madame, her name is not Elena, but Helena.

Despite his clumsy attempt to change it here and in his luggage.

My husband knew they found a piece of evidence...

a handkerchief with the embroidery of an "H", and I did not want my "H" involved.

So we alter it. In the luggage and the passport.

It is not a crime to want to get away from conflicts.

But here there is a conflict.

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

It is the sum of people who were damaged by it.

The younger sister.

The mother actress...

by stage name Linda Arden.

I suppose she was also of Jewish descent...

and who is more likely to use an artistic name?

Would it be too much to suggest?

That his original surname was Goldenberg?

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

of the daughter who survived...

living in a world of fear.

The sister of Sonia Armstrong.

Outside!

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

Now you must believe that the count and the countess are the murderers.

The count is protective. The countess would not kill a fly.

And you can give up all this farce.

Actually he is not Austrian, nor is he German, nor is he a professor.

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

A butcher from where I came was Kraut.

A good man, great accent.

What gave me away?

Said "Tu-rín"...

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

"Turin".

You are very insightful, I admit it.

Herr Professor Gerhard Hardman...

It's my facade.

Sorry for the comments of the color.

Oh, I'm really half Jewish.

Cyrus Bethman Hardman.

So he's a Pinkerton detective?

Thirty years.

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

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

Luckily I was close.

He said to watch a little dark man with a high-pitched voice.

I watched that hall...

all night through a crack in my door.

Any aggressor...

I had to pass over me first.

I would say it under oath.

And would he also swear?

For his thirty years as Pinkerton detective...

or I would lie again...

by denying that you were, in fact, a police officer before?

His weapon, the square handle, the blue finish...

revolver produced for the Police Positive edition.

From the year 1927.

And there seems to be no end to fabricated lies just for me.

Leave your gun when leaving here, professor.

For the location of your cabin...

It would have been impossible not to see.

Unless Ratchett's door was open...

as Pilar Estravados says he opened it.

In which case, someone could have...

hidden from his sight.

My dear Katherine.

This is an abominable crime.

And I'm stranded, my Katherine.

I can not find the crack in the wall.

How is it that one of them escapes me?

I have always been...

very sure.

Too.

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

"I do not know yet".

I'm very scared, my katherine.

A thousand apologies, ladies and gentlemen.

They can not board while they put the machine on the road.

We have to wait in the tunnel. Thank you.

Where do they take the dogs?

They will be happy.

Not well.

They're going to stretch a little, it's good.

No, it's not okay.

It is frozen?!

Are we stuck?

Did he ask for me?

Is it another interrogation?

No no. I enjoy your company.

Please.

I have ten questions that I am not close to answering...

and the train is about to depart.

He has a clear mind...

so I thought you could give me your focus. Look.

"The handkerchief.

"The scarlet kimono." The uniform.

"The time on the clock.

"He was killed then? Sooner or later?

"Was it one person or more?

"Who of them?"

I'm sorry, I can not help you.

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

that will give the answer to the others.

Maybe.

I could easily point to Countess Andrenyi.

I found out it's Sister Armstrong.

- Are you sure? - Yes

And I suspect he may be innocent.

Maybe.

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

- You did it without effort. - I?

He told me that he had never been to North America.

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

you lived on the Armstrong property...

as your daughter's governess. And he knows it.

I have to 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, the Helena I knew could come back.

He waited for his partner to fall asleep, and he did not.

He drugged her. But the barbital only gave him a headache.

He ordered an aspirin!

When the train stopped...

no Moors on the coast...

when he was able to enter Ratchett's cabin, hidden!

I loved Daisy Armstrong and murdered Cassetti!

Cassetti was a beast.

He deserved it.

She did not kill him.

I did.

Mary, come out.

I will not let you be blamed...

of what I did alone

Mary, go please.

John Armstrong was my best friend, my commander.

He trusted me.

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

Cassetti destroyed it.

In pain, I found Mary.

And I found Ratchett.

Our plan was to hand him over to the police, that's what he heard.

But when I saw his face...

I understood that he did not deserve a trial.

Then, you drugged MacQueen.

He changed the time to the clock...

so he could lie about the time of death.

I would not let Mary be accused.

Not MacQueen.

I have to answer for my sins to myself.

I am a soldier.

A soldier kills to protect.

And now, Mr. Poirot, I must also protect myself from you.

Why is he still alive?

Poirot?

Stop, gentlemen!

Sir, you have to get the passengers back to the train.

They are going to retire...

now of the train...

Until I tell them to come back.

Count your deceptions.

If they think nobody is going to know.

But there are two people who will do it.

Yes, two people.

His God...

and Hercule Poirot.

It is time to solve this case.

Dr. Arbuthnot asked me why I was still alive.

He already knew the answer.

A sniper who does not hit at close range?

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

He did not kill me because you are not a murderer.

None of you is.

And, however, someone must be.

There are two possible solutions to this crime.

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

and one more...

complex

The first solution

Ratchett had enemies.

A single mobster gets into the train in Vinkovci...

while MacQueen and Arbuthnot take a breath.

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

He goes through Hubbard's compartment and manages to escape.

Do not.

No no no. Has no sense.

Why hide the uniform?

Who drugged Ratchett?

Who stabbed Mrs. Hubbard?

Can not be!

Now I ask, who benefits?

This crime is the homicide of a murderer.

The benefit is, maybe...

for the spirit, the relief of suffering.

To silence the voice that screams in the mind and prevents sleep.

There is a murderer among us.

So...

There's Dr. Arbuthnot, a very grateful friend of Colonel Armstrong.

Meet and find comfort in the company of the governess, Mary Debenham...

who is almost like a mother of the little girl.

And very close to Ms. Armstrong's younger sister...

Helena Goldenberg...

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

We also travel with Daisy's godmother...

to whom it belongs...

the embroidered handkerchief found right at the crime scene.

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

Natalia Dragomiroff.

And his faithful maid with the look of a chef?

Who was she before her current job? The Armstrong cook.

But that's not all yet.

The nanny in charge of Daisy...

his new religious fervor born of the guilt of letting the girl...

I was abducted. You...

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

Did you have a glass of extra wine at dinner that night?

Have you blamed yourself since then?

Why not be alert to stop it?

She did not know anything but sweetness...

and love, until...

until I...

You do not have to guess with me, sir.

I was the orderly of Colonel Armstrong in the war.

And after that, his valet in New York.

The finest man that God has conceived.

Would your driver agree?

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

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

What about the Pinkerton detective, who was once a cop?

Assigned to the Armstrong case?

That later on he becomes fond of a person, because there is another forgotten victim.

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

I renounce the police when I testify...

the farce of justice...

when MacQueen's father insisted that she be arrested...

and she took her life.

Do not! No no!

Susanne was a sweetness.

And he fell in love with me.

Old and with already grayish hair. I told him to look for something better...

but there she was...

in time for each appointment.

Why more?

Would a train be so full in the middle of winter?

Why the abundance of evidence? By...?

Why the inspector?

Pierre Michel of Avignon...

who lost his sister...

the accused servant...

Susanne Michel

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

The tragic Linda Arden...

Sonia's mother...

Sad grandmother of Daisy.

Withdrawal from the scenarios...

but looking for a final performance.

You are too astute a man.

A murderer must have only one victim.

When Ratchett murdered Deysi Armstrong...

A dozen lives fractured, deformed, ended.

Everyone demanded justice!

Among those wounded souls, we must respond in the end...

Who among them is murderous?

Who takes a knife? The answer is...

Not one of you could have done it.

Nor a couple.

It could only have been done...

for all of you

United.

United.

Even when the avalanche changed everything...

As the detective did, the plans are altered.

The kimono, the uniform.

An outstanding improvisation, the doctor who knows how to hurt without killing.

Everyone played a role.

Do it!

Everything was my plan.

I recruited them.

I had Hardman trace Cassetti.

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

MacQueen arranged for him to travel the day Michel was in service.

Mr. Ratchett?

Is nothing.

Goodnight.

And so it happened.

For the death of an innocent.

A life for a life

Revenge.

You should not blame anyone but me!

All this was my plan!

Tell the police that I killed him without help!

There is no life left in me now.

They have an opportunity now.

Helena, I beg...

I have it.

May...

leave, live...

look for happiness...

somewhere.

Let this conclude with me.

They are not murderers.

They are very good people.

And they will be good again.

There was good, there was evil.

And now you are.

I can not judge him.

They must decide.

Do you want to be free without punishment for your crime?

Then they should only commit one more.

I'm not going to stop them.

You will not let them kill you now.

Give my body to the lake, and they will be innocent in the station.

You must silence me.

Bouc can lie.

I can not.

Do it! One of you!

Do not.

I had already died with Daisy.

Do not!

He said his role was to do justice.

What is justice here?

Sometimes, human law is not enough.

Where is the conscience?

Under the ground with Daisy.

Dear Colonel Armstrong.

Finally, I can answer your letter...

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

that, somewhere, you can hear me.

Now I've 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 fury...

giving way to the poison of great affliction...

until a single crime becomes many.

I have always wanted to convince myself that man is rational and civilized.

My own existence depends on that hope...

of the order, the method and the small gray cells.

But now, maybe, I'm asked...

that he listens instead of that...

to my heart.

Ladies and gentlemen...

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

they can not always be fully balanced.

And I must learn, this time...

to live without that balance.

There are no murderers here.

Only people who deserve the opportunity to heal.

The police have accepted my first solution to this crime...

the lonely assassin who managed to escape.

I'm going to get off the train here to complete the formalities.

Everyone is free to leave.

That they can make peace with this.

I include myself in that.

How are you?

I'm here to find Detective Poirot. They need it for a very urgent matter.

He is on vacation.

Is it the Kassner case again?

No, sir, much worse.

I have to take it to Egypt immediately.

There was a homicide, sir, right on the damn Nile.

Are you the detective?

Yes.

I am the detective.

Could you straighten your tie?

I get it in the car.

Here it is, sir.

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