Murder On The Orient Express Page #9
- PG
- Year:
- 1974
- 128 min
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are you not?
All my ladies have said so. I...
If you are a lady's maid,
your ladies never have a chance
of discovering if you are a good cook.
As good a cook as
Hildegarde Schmidt must have been
to the Armstrong household.
Enfin.
Who do we now
have here in this car...
...that could have known
or could have been involved
with the Armstrong household?
We have, one, Mr. McQueen,
who became boyishly
devoted to Mrs. Armstrong
at the time of the kidnapping.
Two, the Princess Dragomiroff,
who was Mrs. Armstrong's
devoted godmother.
Three, the Countess Andrenyi,
who was Mrs. Armstrong's
devoted younger sister.
Four, the Count Andrenyi,
who is Helena's devoted husband
and Mrs. Armstrong's
devoted brother-in-law.
Five, Hildegarde Schmidt, who was
Mrs. Armstrong's devoted cook.
Five, Hildegarde Schmidt, who was
Mrs. Armstrong's devoted cook.
Six, Mary Debenham, who was
Mrs. Armstrong's devoted secretary.
Miss Debenham's inclusion
is pure conjecture.
I did not have to ask Miss Debenham
if she had ever lived in America,
because during her
interrogation, she said...
I can always call my lawyers
long-distance.
An Englishwoman who had never
lived in America would have said,
"I can always make a trunk call
to my solicitors."
Tout de m?e, I must thank
the pipe-smoking Colonel Arbuthnott,
for a remark which finally resolved
all my confusions about this...
This extraordinary case.
I prefer to set aside the fact
that he denied ever having spoken
to Colonel Armstrong in India.
And yet he remembered
in great detail
the decorations which
Colonel Armstrong had won
years earlier in France.
I prefer to remember his views
on the British jury system.
Trial by 12 good men and true
is a sound system.
The iron tongue of midnight
hath told 12.
Suddenly...
...the number 12 began to ring
in my head like a great bell.
Twelve.
Doctor, how many wounds
were there in Ratchett's body?
- Twelve.
- Mr. McQueen,
how many capital letters,
each inscribed by a different hand,
were contained in each
of the two threatening messages
you showed me on Ratchett's
correspondence file?
Twelve. Twelve.
Colonel Arbuthnott,
how many persons in a jury?
Twelve.
Pierre Paul Michel,
how many passengers
in the Calais coach,
excluding myself
and the murdered man?
Twelve, monsieur.
- Show me your wallet.
- No!
Mr. Hardman,
you may not speak.
Ratchett never asked you to be
his bodyguard, he asked me.
And I, perhaps to
my discredit, refused.
Before you joined Pinkerton's
as a private detective,
you were an ordinary policeman,
were you not?
A cop...
...who, as is customary with cops,
fell in love with
a pretty housemaid
on his beat.
Yes, and would have
married her...
...if...
Your daughter, Paulette,
never died of scarlet fever, did she?
No, she killed herself
when falsely accused
of complicity
in the kidnapping and killing
They...
They could not have done it
without you, could they?
You.
The procurer of this disguise for
the mysterious member of the Mafia,
who never existed
any more than the owner
of this kimono existed
as a real character and not as a red
herring to confuse and deceive me.
Although I think
that I was not deceived.
I have, how shall I put it,
an eye for the...
For the figure
of a receding woman.
Countess, your cosmopolitan accent
showed an inherited ability...
...from your actress mother.
But God knows
from what implausible source
Miss Greta Ohlsson...
...learned her English vocabulary,
too ludicrous to be credited.
I was born backwards.
That is why I work in Africa
as missionary,
more backwards than myself.
You coined words like "bed gown",
and yet you understand
words like "emolument".
I truly believe you did look after
little brown babies at your mission
in Shimoga, which is in India,
by the way, you know.
It's not Africa.
But I believe you
were covering up
for once, years earlier,
when you were in America,
white baby called Daisy...
...whose death, though you
could do nothing to prevent it,
so preyed on your mind that you
sought refuge in a vision of Jesus.
And your future as a missionary,
looking after little brown babies,
was sealed.
You. You were lucky
only to be bound and gagged,
not crushed like the manservant.
- Mr. Beddoes.
- Sir.
You served with the
British army in Scotland.
Colonel Armstrong
was in the Royal Scots.
Would you kindly give Dr. Constantine
your deepest butler's bow?
Yes, there is an old contusion.
in the mess, sir,
with regard to the quality of a pudding
known as spotted dick.
Thank you, but I think
you've been spotted too.
Mr. Foscarelli is very knowledgeable
about automobiles.
I suspected that perhaps he had
once been Armstrong's chauffeur.
I asked if he had ever
been in private service.
No.
I think Mr. Foscarelli's
appalling English is more genuine
than Miss Ohlsson's,
- Think, monsieur?
- Think, think. Yes, think!
What else can be done on a train
isolated by a snowdrift?
implicated in the crime,
then why have they all told me,
under interrogation,
stupid and often unnecessary lies?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Doubtless, Monsieur Poirot,
because they did not expect you
to be on the train. They had no
time to concert their cover story.
I was hoping someone
other than myself would say that.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we now come
to my own reconstruction
of the night of the murder...
...or the night of the red herrings.
I only wish...
I only wish I could describe it...
...with the incomparable panache...
...the consummate verve,
the enthralling cadences,
the delicate gestures,
the evocative expressions of
America's greatest tragic actress,
Harriet Belinda.
Miss Linda Arden.
to play comedy parts,
but her husband
wouldn't have it.
Which husband?
Your second husband, Mr. Hubbard?
Which husband?
Your second husband, Mr. Hubbard?
Or your first husband,
Mr. Grunwald?
Linda Arden, the actress,
never played as difficult a role
as Mrs. Hubbard, the organizer
of this extraordinary revenge.
Dare I deduce that the great
Linda Arden has been cured
of her incurable disease
and is no longer bedridden?
It is I who should be committed
to a bed in a mental home.
It is I who need a cure
for being so slow
to notice the tricks
with regard to the time
of the murder.
- Will there be anything more, sir?
- There will.
Tell Mr. McQueen
I wanna see him, now.
Very good, sir.
"And six beakers, stop.
"Only five, repeat,
five beakers were delivered.
"One, repeat, one badly chipped,
"which will be returned
on receipt of replacement
"to my Paris address.
"Signed, Ratchett."
OK, Hector, that's all.
Good night, Mr. Ratchett.
Good night, Hector.
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