Murder On The Orient Express

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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...

The church of Santa Sofia

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.

The Bosporus is always calm.

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.

What a funny little man.

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.

Well, where shall we dine?

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?.

Orient Express departs from

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

for Monsieur Poirot here.

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.

- The upper berth is...

- 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 place for my makeup bag,

no ice in my drinking water,

and the hot water burps as it

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?

I shall probably keep

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?

You'd better go catch up

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,

meet in a single train whose

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.

My second husband said

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...

My second husband also said,

"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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