Murder On The Orient Express
- PG
- Year:
- 1974
- 128 min
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- Your ticket, please.
- Oh, yes.
- Welcome aboard, Miss Debenham.
- Thank you.
Bosporus Ferry will shortly depart
from Istanbul Sirkeci Station,
connecting with the Orient Express.
Here's your ticket,
Monsieur Poirot.
I'm afraid you've still got another hour.
Well, then, please do not wait.
Not wait? After all you've
done for us, Monsieur Poirot?
My general's orders were to
ensure your safe departure.
He also wished me
to thank you again
for saving the honor of the British
garrison in Jordan.
The brigadier's confession
was opportune.
I say, how did you do it?
Was it the old thumbscrew,
you know, the rack?
Yes. Well, you'll be able to rest
as soon as you get to Stamboul.
The...
is absolutely magnificent.
You have seen it?
No.
Come on.
Move. Come on.
Get up. Come on.
Chop-chop.
I hope we did the right thing booking
you into a hotel on the European side
rather than the Asian side.
I have no prejudice against
either continent.
The... The crossing
should be pleasant.
You have crossed by the ferry?
No.
Welcome, Colonel Arbu...
Arbu... Arbut...
Arbuthnott.
The Bosporus Ferry will shortly
depart for Istanbul Sirkeci Station,
connecting with the Orient Express.
Not now.
Not now. When it's all over.
When it's behind us. Then.
Obviously a frog.
It can be important.
...between East and West, where you
can eat the finest Oriental food.
Good evening, sir.
This way, please.
Ecco finalmente un amico.
Monsieur Poirot.
Bianchi.
How are you, my friend?
- Good to see you.
- You have saved me from apoplexy.
- Sit down.
- Thank you.
You have not dined well.
The skewers are of better quality
than the kebab.
The bottle is more
distinguished than its wine.
And the coffee.
Fortunately, I have been called
to London. I leave tonight.
- On the Orient Express?
- How else?
Evviva! I have a traveling companion.
Eccellente.
I am desolate, Monsieur Poirot.
There is not one single first-class
sleeping berth on the entire train.
- What? In December?
- In December, signor.
Has Bulgaria declared war on Turkey?
Are the aristocracy fleeing
the country?
I am a director of the line,
Monsieur Hercule Poirot
is not only a detective
of international fame and distinction,
but he is also my personal friend.
Signor Bianchi, Monsieur Poirot...
Courage, my friend,
we'll arrange something.
Andiamo!
We must go. Come on.
The Orient Express will depart
from platform one at 9 PM.
For Uzonk?r? Sofia, Belgrade,
Zagreb, Brod, Trieste, Venice,
Milan, Lausanne,
Bazel, Paris, Calais,
with connections for London.
Bonsoir, Pierre.
Madame la Princesse,
mes hommages!
Num?o quatorze.
- Fr?lein Schmidt, Willkommen!
- Guten Tag.
Bett. Nummer sechs.
- Danke sch?.
- Bitte sch?.
platform one at 9 PM.
Az Andrenyi Gr?ot es Gr?n?
mindig sz?esen l?om.
A 12-tes.
Mrs. Hubbard.
It's always an honor to greet you.
You have your favorite number, 11.
Ecco, Signor Bianchi.
Benvenuto!
Numero nove. Come sempre.
Grazie, Pierre. I understand
that you are full up.
It's unbelievable, signor.
All the world elects to travel tonight.
Nonetheless, you must find room
Monsieur Hercule Poirot?
- The famous...
- Precisely.
And he is also a personal
friend of mine.
Please be so good as to direct...
Fr?en Ohlsson, god afton!
Plats nummer sju.
Sju...
Something is lost?
My little medal of St. Christopher,
to bring me luck and deliver...
Deliver me from evil.
Madame. Madame, lucky tooth
from St. Augustine of Hippo.
Madame. Madame, lucky tooth
from St. Augustine of Hippo.
- Lucky Buddha, Madame?
- Madame, lucky Buddha.
Thank God, my St. Christopher.
St. Christopher.
You see, my friend has been
urgently called to London
on a matter of
international importance,
and I have given him my
personal assurance
that you will secure an accommodation
for him on the coach to Calais.
- But, Signor Bianchi, I have already...
- Hector...
Excuse me, excuse me, gentlemen,
but Mr. Ratchett has reservations,
and we'd be grateful if we could
board immediately.
Mr. Ratchett.
Welcome to the number ten.
Mr. Beddoes, the lower berth
in number one.
Mr. McQueen, the lower berth
in number four.
- As arranged.
Now, Pierre, it is cold.
Now we can place Monsieur
Poirot in the number 16,
which is always kept vacant.
It is taken, signor, by a Mr. Hardman.
Then as a director of the line,
I command you to place
Monsieur Poirot
in what we know to be the empty berth
above Mr. McQueen's number four.
Monsieur.
At least you can get two tips.
- Pardon, monsieur.
- Sorry.
- Pardon.
- Excuse me, signor.
Well, my second husband,
Mr. Hubbard, would have raised hell.
no ice in my drinking water,
comes out of the faucet.
Pardon.
Have courage, my friend.
It is the last compartment but one.
Pardon.
No.
I think there's a mistake.
Je crois que vous avez
fait une erreur.
Mr. McQueen, there is no
other berth on the train.
Monsieur Poirot has to come in here.
Voil? monsieur, all is arranged.
Yours is the upper berth,
the number four.
We start in one minute.
I apologize if I have
incommoded you here.
However, it is for one
night only at Belgrade Station.
Oh, I see. At Belgrade,
you're... You're getting off.
Better than the hotel?
the menu as a souvenir.
Hector, I ordered three Islamic
and six beakers.
They delivered only five beakers,
and one of the bowls arrived chipped,
which it was not when I paid for it.
Through the nose.
- Send a telegram from Belgrade.
- Yes. Yes, Mr. Ratchett.
What's the matter? You look tired.
- I slept badly.
- Yeah, why?
The Belgian in the upper berth snored.
Really? Any other
unanswered letters on file?
Only the anonymous ones.
We can't answer those, can we?
on your sleep...
...before the Belgian gentleman
gets back to your compartment.
Go on.
Hi. My name's Hardman.
Call me Dick.
- Foscarelli. Call me Gino.
- How are you?
Beddoes.
Mr. Beddoes.
For the pen of a Balzac.
For three days, all these people,
these total strangers,
engine controls their destiny.
Yes, I know. We are both
envious of the husband.
Is?
Is the husband as British
as his tweeds?
Oh, heaven forbid.
He's a hot-blooded Hungarian.
If you but look at his wife,
he will cease to be a diplomat.
Thank God we are not young.
always to ask for change in dollars
or at worst, sterling.
So for Pete's sake,
what's a drachma?
It is... What do you call it?
The currency...
"Take a book of food tickets, Mama,
"and you'll have no problem,
no problem at all."
That just isn't so.
First there's this ten-percent tip. Five
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