Horror Express Page #5
I see.
Have pity, have pity.
Are you going to kill me?
Fool. There's nothing in your head of any use.
Another killing.
- (Man) Stop the train! I want to get off!
- (Woman) There's no law!
Quiet!
There's been talk about getting off the train.
- Well, you can forget it.
- I'll complain to the authorities.
- I'm not one of your muzhiks!
- I'll shoot anyone who tries to stop the train.
Shoot?! Shoot?! You stupid Russian!
(Inspector) Who else has seen
such pictures?
(Dr Jones) Dr Wells...
Professor Saxton...
and that pretty Countess.
Wells, Saxton and the Countess.
Wells, Saxton and the Countess
Wells, Saxton and the Countess...
Wells, is this creature dead or not?
If it is, who killed Miss Jones?
- Do you have any idea?
- No, Inspector, I haven't.
I've asked the conductor to wire ahead
to stop at the next station.
What's the idea?
Tell me who you are.
Tell me. I will serve you.
I want to help you.
It's like some contagious disease.
Well, if there's a disease,
there must be symptoms.
- Fever?
- You could take everyone's temperature.
The eyes, why do their eyes go white?
Do you think it's true what they say
about those horrible white eyes?
- Ah, Inspector, there's only you now.
- What about me?
Your eyes. We must examine your eyes, too.
Certainly.
Perhaps you should test for radiation
X-rays? Well it's a thought,
but on this train how would we go about it?
- Are you a scientist?
- An engineer, but I try to keep up with things.
That's to be admired.
Inspector, I suggest you tell all these people
to stay together, in groups or in pairs,
so that if anything does happen to anybody,
then somebody can raise the alarm.
(Engine whistle)
(Ringing)
(Ringing)
News of the train.
The train will be here in exactly...
um... 14 minutes.
(Man) 14 minutes?
Yes, Your Honour, that's what it says here.
Doesn't say it in words, Your Honour,
but in code. It's like another language.
I know about telegraph, Little Papa.
I know about trains,
I know about electrical currents.
in God, I don't like to be made a fool of!
No, Your Honour.
I wouldn't do that.
Tell me, Little Father...
do you believe in the devil?
Yes.
Ah, good, send a telegram.
Tell them that Captain Kazan,
he knows that a horses has four legs,
he knows that a murderer has two arms,
but still the devil...
must be afraid of one honest Cossack, hm?
Earth's gravity, you know how to measure it?
How to measure gravity?
What I would like to know is
can gravity be overcome?
If you mean, can man get beyond
the gravitational field of the earth into space,
not yet, but any day now.
Someday?
There is a mathematics professor,
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