Horror Express Page #2

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even the dog knows it.

When the Englishman comes to call,

what should I wear?

Sure of yourself, aren't you?

The blue one with the dcollet...

or perhaps the red one.

You are jesting with her immortal soul.

That's why we keep you, Pujardov.

(Whimpering)

She is afraid of something.

- Tell me, Pujardov...

- Yes?

Which do you think

I should wear for the Englishman?

- The red or the blue?

- Enough!

- I forbid you to talk this way.

- You forbid?

Forgive me, Your Excellency.

In my concern for the spiritual welfare

of the Countess, I forgot myself.

I will pray for humility.

Pray hard, Pujardov

or you'll find yourself praying for a job, too.

Hail Father and The Son and the Holy Ghost...

(Eerie whistling)

I wonder who it is.

(Plays piece on the piano)

(Train whistle)

(Distant door opening)

You wish to see us?

I thought one of you might know

what happened to the baggage man.

- I haven't the remotest idea.

- What about you?

Perhaps it had something to do

with what's in that crate.

I agree with you. He was trying to open it

when something happened.

What?!

- Fortunately, he was interrupted.

- Yes. By whom?

Why are you so worried

about it being opened?

It may be my fault. I asked the baggage man

to take a look. I was curious.

It was no concern of yours.

Goodnight.

It's time we opened this box.

You'll do no such thing!

Give me the key.

Konev, see if you can open the crate with that.

Go ahead!

My God... it's the baggage man.

- What was in there?!

- I told you, a fossil.

Part ape, part man.

It lived two million years ago.

Are you telling me that an ape

that lived two million years ago

got out of that crate,

killed the baggage man and put him in there,

then locked everything up neat and tidy

and got away?

- Yes, I am! It's alive, it must be!

- Lock him up.

We'll search the train and find it, whatever it is,

and destroy it.

- But if it's alive...

- I want this kept quiet!

I don't want to panic the passengers.

(Muffled scream)

My glass is empty.

What is it?

I'm sorry, I can't tell you.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Good evening.

Haven't we met?

I don't believe so.

Yes, at the Governor's palace. General Wang.

You're mistaken.

It was somebody else.

What's the matter?

The eye of that fish, it's white.

Naturally, it's boiled.

Boiled... yes.

- Is it true you're a doctor?

- Ask me when I've finished my dinner.

- It's urgent.

- What are the symptoms?

He's dead, you saw him.

- 0h, that one.

There's nothing I can do for him.

Now there's one more dead.

- I want to know the cause of death.

- Who's dead?

Keep your nose out of it!

You didn't hear anything.

Excuse me.

Is Professor Saxton's fossil still at large?

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