Murder On The Orient Express Page #8
- PG
- Year:
- 1974
- 128 min
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- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes.
Enfin, doctor?
This blood is human.
This dagger could,
in two different hands,
have inflicted all of the wounds.
And you know
who inflicted them?
Our last interrogation
will be something of a gamble.
But if it succeeds...
...we'll know.
Come in, come in.
Please be seated.
You are Cyrus B. Hardman,
a theatrical agent.
No.
I mean, I'm...
I'm not a theatrical agent.
That's a phony, issued to me
under license by Pinkerton's.
- The detective agency?
- Stamboul branch.
Ratchett asked them for an
American bodyguard, they sent me.
I... didn't do so hot.
Can you prove this was
the reason for your journey?
- It's Paulette.
- Paulette.
Paulette Michel.
Now I can stop pretending
to be anything.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please.
May I respectfully suggest
that there should be no talking
while Monsieur Poirot addresses you.
If anyone wishes to make a statement,
he or she can do so
at the meeting's end.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
all aware that a repulsive murderer
has himself been repulsively
and perhaps deservedly murdered.
How and why?
Here is the simple answer.
There is evidence
supporting the theory
that the murderer
was a stranger to us all.
Mrs. Hubbard was conscious
of a man in her compartment
soon after 1:
15 a.m.She later found near her bedside
the button of a wagon-lit conductor.
Fr?lein Schmidt discovered,
planted in her suitcase,
the uniform of a conductor,
which could not possibly
have fitted Pierre,
and from which, in fact,
there was a button missing.
And in the trouser
pocket of the uniform
was a conductor's passkey.
Later still, Mrs. Hubbard discovered
this bloodstained dagger,
which Dr. Constantine confirms
could have been
the murderer's weapon.
The obvious implication
is that the murderer,
disguised as a conductor,
boarded the train at Belgrade,
made his way by means
of the convenient passkey
to Ratchett's compartment,
stabbed him to death,
planted the dagger
and the uniform,
and then departed, since the train
was now halted in a snowdrift.
Who was he?
I am inclined to agree
with Mr. Foscarelli,
who believes that he was
exacting private vengeance
for a vendetta
whose precise nature the Yugoslav
police will undoubtedly identify.
But...
...is that all?
- No. No, no, no, no.
...is that all?
- No. No, no, no, no.
No, it is not.
I said, here is the simple answer.
There is also a more...
...complex one.
But remember
When you've heard my second.
Let us, for the moment, assume
what is perfectly plausible,
that the mysterious
stranger did not exist.
The murder must then have been
committed by some person or persons
in the Calais coach and therefore
are present in this dining car.
Let us not, for the moment,
ask the question "how"
but the question "why",
which will tell us how.
I was not surprised
should have heard of
But I confess to a mild surprise when
the first passenger I interrogated,
Mr. McQueen...
...admitted, under emotional stress,
that he had actually known
Mrs. Armstrong, albeit very slightly.
She was gentle and frightened.
But not too frightened to take
who wanted to go on the stage.
Was Mr. McQueen lying
when he denied ever having
known that Ratchett
was Cassetti?
Or did he become
Ratchett's secretary
as part of a deliberate plan to avenge
Mrs. Armstrong's death?
Only by interrogating
the other passengers
could I hope to see the light.
But when I began
to question them,
the light, as Macbeth
would have said, thickened.
When I told the Princess
Dragomiroff that I knew she was
Mrs. Armstrong's godmother,
her answers to my subsequent
questions smelled strongly
of inaccuracy and evasion.
Even I knew more from reading
the newspaper reports
than she from her frequent visits.
Was there not a chauffeur?
There was, monsieur, but I had
my own. I never used him.
Evasion. What was the name of
Mrs. Armstrong's personal maid?
my own maid, monsieur.
There was no need to speak
with Mrs. Armstrong's.
Evasion. I asked for particulars
of the manservant.
He was, I think, the colonel's Indian,
how you would say, orderly.
Inaccuracy.
Colonel Armstrong was an officer
of the British army in India.
He would have had a British
batman, like Private Beddoes,
Only officers of the Indian army,
like Colonel Arbuthnott,
have Indian orderlies.
I asked her the name of
Mrs. Armstrong's younger sister.
I do not recall her name.
Unbelievable evasion.
I asked her the name
of Mrs. Armstrong's secretary.
Yes, a Miss Freebody.
Non, c'est impossible ?
The princess, it seems,
is playing the psychological game
of word association.
Freebody is the name
of the junior partner
of one of London's most famous
and most opulent ladies' stores
of the sort perhaps patronized
by the princess herself.
The name of the senior partner
is Debenham.
Debenham and Freebody.
Was the princess covering
up for our Miss Debenham,
who taught shorthand
in Baghdad?
Can she tell us the name
of Mrs. Armstrong's younger sister?
Then I will tell you her
Christian and her maiden name.
When I asked the Princess
Dragomiroff if she could tell me
the maiden name of her
goddaughter, Mrs. Armstrong,
she could not possibly,
as a godmother,
plead ignorance of this.
She replied...
Greenwood.
Grunwald is the German
for Greenwood.
The princess's hesitation
persuades me
that Grunwald was
the true maiden name
of her goddaughter,
Mrs. Armstrong.
And that the Countess Andrenyi
is Mrs. Armstrong's
surviving younger sister.
Her Christian name is Helena.
Not Elena. No, no, no.
But Helena.
And where did she lose
her Christian name's initial H?
She lost it under a convenient grease
spot in her husband's passport.
And why was the grease
spot purposely applied?
Because she and her
husband were afraid
that this handkerchief,
bearing the initial H...
...might lead me to suspect her
of complicity in the murder.
word of honor as a gentleman,
that this handkerchief
does not belong to my wife.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Not at...
No. No.
No. No. No.
It does not.
No. Nor does it belong
to Mrs. Harriet Belinda Hubbard.
Nor to Fr?lein Hildegarde Schmidt,
whose finest quality is her loyalty.
The initial is wrong.
What is the princess's first name?
Natalia, mein Herr.
It is a Russian name.
In the Russian, or Cyrillic, alphabet,
their capital N
is written like our capital H.
Madame la Princess,
should this costly handkerchief
cease to remain an exhibit,
it will be returned to your
loyal maid for laundering.
Or is Hildegarde Schmidt
really your maid?
I have, perhaps, a nose for the aura
of fine food and laid a trap.
You are a good cook,
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