Murder On The Orient Express Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1974
- 128 min
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Bring all the passports
to Monsieur Poirot.
Are there any other
passengers on the train?
In the Pullman coach,
nobody but myself and Mr. Bianchi.
Alors.
Then we must concentrate
on the Calais coach.
Where, in my amateur opinion,
the murderer is with us now.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please, please, patience.
You must have patience.
Now, you will all get the chance
to state your views to Monsieur Poirot
at his own good time.
- Now, please...
- It is not good time. It is bad time.
God's laws have been bust,
thou shalt not kill.
And why was I not notified at once,
Signor... Mr. Bianchi?
- I was his nearest associate.
- And I was nearest to his murderer.
You mean you saw the man?
You can identify the murderer?
I mean nothing of the kind.
I mean there was a man
in my compartment last night.
It was pitch-dark, of course,
and my eyes were closed in terror.
Then how did you know it was a man?
Because I've enjoyed very warm
relationships with both my husbands.
- With your eyes closed?
- That helped.
- Excuse me.
- Anyway, the man smelt of tobacco.
Mr. McQueen,
Monsieur Poirot would be grateful
for a few minutes of your time.
- Excuse me.
- Don't you agree the man
must've entered my compartment
to gain access to Mr. Ratchett?
I can think of no other reason,
Madame.
Pierre, your passkey.
Voil? monsieur.
And will you discreetly procure
me a lady's hatbox,
one of the big, old-fashioned kind,
perhaps from the
Princess Dragomiroff's maid?
Give me five minutes, doctor.
Mr. McQueen, I regret
to have kept you waiting,
but there has been much to establish.
Please be seated. Now,
Mr. McQueen, I should be grateful
for anything you can usefully tell me.
What, for example, is?
Let's get just a couple
of things straight first, Mr. Poirot.
Who, for example, are you,
and what is your status here?
Excuse me.
Monsieur Poirot is a detective,
officially delegated to investigate
this case by me.
Let us proceed with the matter in
hand. Your relationship with Ratchett?
I'm his... I was his secretary.
- For how long?
- A year, give or take.
- Where did you meet?
- In Persia.
He was collecting Gorgan pottery
with considerable success.
And I was trying to collect oil
concessions, you know,
with so little success
that I went bankrupt,
and he offered me the job. I took it.
- And since then?
- Well, we've traveled around.
He was hampered
by not knowing any languages.
I acted more as his courier
than as his secretary.
What part of America
did Ratchett come from?
I don't know.
The fact is, he never talked
about his background.
- Why, do you think?
- Well, I used to...
Well, I began to believe
that he had left America
to escape something, you know.
Or someone. And until a couple
of weeks ago, I think he succeeded.
And then?
Well, he began to get these
anonymous letters,
threatening letters, like these.
"I kill killers."
"Prepare to die."
- How brief.
- But in a sense, how complicated.
Last night, I noticed you dispatching
a telegram from Belgrade Station.
That's right.
Let's see, he sent for me
to see the text
right after we left Belgrade.
And then he went...
Yeah, it was the last I ever saw of him.
Were there any other
threatening letters?
Yeah, but none that
I was allowed to read.
He used to... He used to burn them.
That explains...
What?
My interest in hatboxes.
Precisely what I needed.
Doctor, first the wounds.
- You counted a dozen?
- Yes.
Five are deep,
The rest are shallow.
And two...
...are so slight as to be
mere scratches.
What does that suggest?
That there were two murderers,
a strong man and a weak man?
Or a weak woman.
Or a strong man stabbing
the victim both strongly
and weakly in order to confuse us.
At least we know that
by the time of the murder,
Ratchett was too drugged to cry out
But how did you guess?
I didn't. He showed it to me
when he offered me $15,000
to be his bodyguard and I refused.
Ought I to have accepted?
Now, let us consider the ashtray.
Two different matches.
A smoked cigar.
- A pipe cleaner...
- And this.
- The initial H.
- That should not be hard to identify.
I wonder, Christian name or surname?
We must wait until
we examine the passports.
Bianchi, doctor,
has it occurred to you that there
are too many clues in this room?
Let us proceed by examining what
I hope will prove to be the last of them.
The burnt paper.
I use it for the mustaches.
What has that to do
with mustaches?
To melt the wax.
Observe, memorize,
you are my only witnesses.
- A-l-S-Y A-R-M-S.
- What does that mean?
It means we know
the true identity of Mr. Ratchett.
And why he had to leave America.
Do you remember
the Armstrong case?
Of course, the kidnapping of that
little American girl, and the killing.
Who does not?
Do you remember the name
of the child?
Certamente. It was Daisy.
D.
D-A
l-S-Y.
Space, A-R-M-S.
Daisy Armstrong.
- And Ratchett was her murderer?
- Well, no, the actual murderer
was tried, sentenced
and electrocuted.
But he was only the number two.
The subordinate of a boss whom,
at first, he was too terrified to identify.
Only on the eve of his electrocution
did he give the name of the boss,
who by then had disappeared
with the ransom money.
that he had an Italian name.
Cassetti.
Che mostro. He had
a child's blood on his hands.
He had worse than that.
After the shock
of the body's discovery,
Mrs. Armstrong gave premature birth
to a stillborn child,
and herself died in the process.
Her husband, Colonel Armstrong,
the Scots Guard, shot himself,
and Mrs. Armstrong's personal maid,
who came wrongly
under suspicion of complicity,
threw herself from her
bedroom window and she died,
so five deaths, five.
Then I thank heaven that Giuseppe,
who spilt so much blood in his lifetime,
should have his own blood
spilt now.
Excellent, Pierre. And could you
summon the passengers to me here?
One by one in this order except
for the Princess Dragomiroff,
who is not only of royal blood, but also
much older than she tries not to look.
And, Pierre, since you are here
already, we can conveniently start
by questioning you.
Your full name is Pierre Paul Michel.
- Correct, monsieur.
- Two male saints' names.
You must be greatly blessed.
I've had my share
of good fortune, monsieur.
So... And of bad.
I note the cancellation
of your wife's photograph
nearly five years ago.
- She is deceased.
- She died, monsieur.
Of grief at the death
of our only daughter.
From scarlet fever.
I am truly sorry.
Let us talk of less
distressing matters.
On the night of the murder,
after we left Belgrade,
who were the last passengers
to retire to their compartment?
Show me on the diagram.
About 1:
30, I remember seeing
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