Murder on the Orient Express Page #3

s'il vous plait.

We are playing a game, Poirot,

and you'll like this.

Where, apart from my train...

my transcontinental train...

would you find, um...

...Hungarian diplomats...

Count and Countess Andreyni;

wealthy American businessmen...

Don't look. It's rude.

A Russian princess

being looked after every step of

the way by her maidservant.

...please,

which is made with parsley

and no more cooked

than 30 seconds.

- Thank you.

C'est bon. Merci.

Italian bachelors.

- M. Poirot.

Young missionary women

from Scandinavia.

- Merci.

- Les Belges.

Um...

English stiff people.

All nations, all classes...

and everything

that goes in between...

eating and sleeping

under one roof?

Oh, Poirot,

he would suggest...

...America.

Absolutely.

The great melting pot.

It took Constantine

four guesses.

And even then

I had to tell him the answer.

That is not true, monsieur.

Michel! Michel!

Champagne.

And he lives there.

Champagne for everyone,

with compliments

of the Wagon-Lit Company.

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Have a safe journey, and, uh...

And to your good health!

Do you believe in God,

Mr. Poirot?

I never used to, but I do now.

I think he's like an extra gun.

An extra piece of protection.

And I think we all need

some extra protection sometimes,

don't we?

You're gonna take

a job on for me.

Why do you need protecting

on this train?

Because there are people

who know where I am,

what I'm doing.

And what is that?

Penance.

I need to give something back

before I'm forgiven.

But I could be killed

before I do it.

By whom?

I'm a rich man, Mr. Poirot.

I have enemies.

But I need to get to Calais.

You start now.

Non.

I do not play poker

with you, monsieur.

Non.

COUNT ANDRENYl:
You're okay.

You're okay.

- COUNTESS ANDRENYl:

- Shh.

You're doing fine.

You're doing fine.

Sacr!

Is this Belgrade, monsieur?

Yes, it is.

It is also very cold.

And I think I will

get back on the train, if I may.

Oh. I thought

you were getting off here.

No, no.

I saw the conductor

moving your valise.

Yes, because from tonight

I have my own compartment.

M. Poirot, compartment number

one is now ready for you, sir.

Merci, Michel.

Merci.

Pardon me...

...for all evil

I have done this day.

Watch over me

while I take my rest.

And deliver me from danger.

Amen.

Amen.

Mr. Ratchett?

Mr. Ratchett,

is everything all right?

Ce n'est rien.

Je me suis tromp.

The man

was in my compartment.

He was standing there.

He was looking at me

as I lay in bed.

He was hovering over me like...

like the angel of death.

Mrs. Hubbard...

Oh, don't "Mrs. Hubbard" me,

you French person.

Mrs. Hubbard,

I assure you,

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