Murder on the Orient Express Page #2

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Pardon, madame.

Sorry, Mrs. Hubbard.

This is

a scandal. That's what it is.

No, a scandal would be

if your friend were here,

and I didn't let him on.

In America it would be

considered as such.

Your settler, Mr. Ratchett.

Yes?

Mr. Macqueen?

- What's going on?

- This is Mr. Poirot.

He'll be staying here tonight,

and tomorrow he'll be moved

to his own compartment.

No. No, no.

This is what has to happen,

so this is what is happening.

Monsieur.

- Antonio Foscarelli.

- Masterman.

FOSCARELLl:

Taking the top bunk.

Hope you don't mind.

Mr. Ratchett requests

your attention, if you will.

I'll get there.

Thank you.

Pardon, monsieur.

- Oh!

- Excusez-moi.

I've been calling you now

for 10 minutes.

And I said I was coming, sir.

What's your name?

Why are you asking?

Well, Calais is three days away.

It's a long trip.

Is that all right?

Does it work?

My name's Ratchett.

Mr. Ratchett.

Are you all right, mademoiselle?

Yes.

Yes, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Hercule Poirot.

Mary Debenham.

I've been, uh...

I've been teaching in Persia.

I'm on my way home.

Yes, I saw you this afternoon

in the streets of Istanbul.

- You saw that?

- Oui.

Well, you are not too distressed

by what happened, I hope?

Yes, of course, I am.

And distressed I could do

nothing to help. Aren't you?

Oui, bien sor.

But...

Justice is... is often upsetting

to witness.

Justice?

It's like the gallows

in England.

But, uh, in another culture

it is best not to intervene,

mademoiselle.

The woman was adulterous.

She had not killed anyone.

No, but she had broken

the rules,

and she knew

what that would mean.

What is it you do, monsieur?

If you don't mind me asking.

S'il vous plait.

I also found it upsetting, eh?

It is not pleasant.

I am a detective, Mlle. Ohlsson.

What can I do for you, sir?

Shut the door.

I need to know

the people on this carriage.

Whatever you know about them.

Where they're going.

Where they're from.

I'm sorry, sir,

but company policy...

Shut up.

What do you know

about them, boy?

Madame, your change.

No, no. What's this?

What's a... What's a "drachma"?

Apart from a way

of clearing your throat.

My daughter, who...

Poirot! Poirot!

No, no, no, no, no.

Come here, my friend.

Please.

It's the director's table,

you know.

If the country changes,

you won't be able

to spend any of it.

Please. This is a Greek

fellow called Constantine.

- How do you do?

- He's, um...

- What are you again?

- I am a doctor.

- An obstetrician.

That's right.

I've been in Ankara,

and now I go back to America.

Hercule Poirot.

M. Poirot,

how would you like your eggs?

Two. Boiled.

And exactly the same size,

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