Murder on the Orient Express Page #4

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

The...

The notorious murderer.

- And I-I don't know what to do.

- What do you mean, Mr. Macqueen?

My father was the D.A.

In the Cassetti case.

He was the prosecutor.

There is a link now

between my name... Macqueen...

and the murder.

It's only

a matter of time before

Poirot remembers this

from the papers.

He has an encyclopedic knowledge

of Cassetti's crime.

So, uh, you knew Cassetti?

But you didn't recognize him

when you worked for him,

did you?

And the detective

is going to believe that?

If it is the truth.

Is that not right, M. Bouc?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Absolutely right.

Poirot is all about the truth.

I was lying there.

Lie here like me,

Dr. Constantine.

- Uh...

- Lie down.

Yes.

Now open your eyes.

He was standing here.

A dark figure.

2:
15 in the morning.

- Could you make out his face?

- I couldn't.

Then how do you know

it was a man?

If you've lived the life I have,

Inspector,

you know when there's a man

in your bedroom.

What happened next?

I closed my eyes

and pressed for the conductor.

And your visitor,

where did he go?

He went back through here.

Madame, why is it that

you had not bolted the door

between your compartments?

I had.

Madame Hubbard,

in your life in America,

were you acquainted

with the family

of the young Daisy Armstrong?

Well, I'd heard

of their tragedy, of course.

But they were of the highest

society, and I am not.

This man is the man

who murdered Daisy Armstrong.

Well, if I'd known that,

then, like any American mother,

I'd have ripped

the bastard's heart out.

Pardon my French.

It is indeed a French word.

What's this?

It's a button.

From a conductor's uniform.

What is it doing here?

If... If Michel is not missing

a button, then...

It certainly

wasn't here yesterday.

Then it must be

the assassin's, surely.

Maybe... Maybe he could have

got on... on at Vincovci...

yes, yes...

disguised as a conductor,

then into

Mrs. Hubbard's compartment

with a stolen pass key,

He got all this from a button.

Well, we know Cassetti was alive

at half past 12:
00

because he called out

to Michel, "Ce n'est rien. "

Non, non. Non.

M. Cassetti,

he could not speak French,

which is why M. Macqueen

worked for him.

Brilliant!

Brilliant, monsieur!

So that must have been

the voice of the assassin.

Which fits with the watch

and the time of death.

No, but there were

at least two murderers.

Well, he... he could have

just stabbed like a crazy man.

Left hand, right hand.

It is all coming together

in my mind.

I'm very pleased for you,

monsieur.

This is the Mafia...

the Mafia for sure.

The knife...

It is the Italian way.

They want the money,

and there will be a thing

about revenge for some reason.

- It makes sense.

- Of course it does!

Let me ask you something.

Who is Italian on this train?

Who has been in America?

Huh?

Signor Foscarelli.

So you share with Mlle. Debenham

in berths 10 and 11?

Ja.

That Englishwoman does not pray.

I prayed she needs to pray.

Neither of you left

the compartment last night?

Nej.

You have been to America?

Oh, ja.

America.

That is right.

To work?

To speak.

For Jesus.

To raise funds

for the mission in India.

Of course.

To help the children.

Poirot, the money,

it has either been spent...

which I can assure you

it hasn't... or it's not on...

S'il vous plait...

mademoiselle?

You are Catholique?

Oh, no.

I prayed for Catholics.

Because they have it all wrong,

don't they?

- Miss Ohlsson...

- In what way?

The Catholic penance

and forgiveness is false,

isn't it, M. Poirot?

Because there are certain things

that God will never forgive?

Ja.

Like when you violate his law?

Ja.

Violence against children.

Violence against the children.

This man who is dead...

Maybe God came last night

on this train

and refused to forgive.

You have been religious

a long time?

I saw Jesus...

...who protects me now,

as I protect the children.

Five years ago.

Five years I have been with him.

And I'm sure

he's enjoyed every moment.

Well, Poirot.

No money.

No satin negligee.

Well, however,

I know who did the murder.

This Cassetti trial...

It must have brought the press,

the FBI,

down heavily on the Mafia,

hurt their interests...

which they hate...

so they put one of them

on the train,

give him a knife,

and... and get payback.

Signor Foscarelli.

How unfortunate, then, that the

English valet has the toothache

and knows that Signor Foscarelli

did not leave his compartment

all night.

On the night of the murder,

monsieur,

my maid read to me until 11:00.

And you slept through

till the morning?

No.

At 20 to 1:
00

I rang for the conductor

to call Frulein Schmidt,

as I had not settled,

and I requested a massage.

Ah, oui.

I left her asleep

at half past 2:
00.

I gave my lady a massage

and read more Goethe.

And you did not hear anything

untoward in the carriage?

That is correct.

Princess Dragomiroff,

were you acquainted

with the family

of Daisy Armstrong?

- Yes.

- My lady.

Hildegarde, please.

Leave.

I stayed many times at the

Armstrong house on Long Island,

as I was privileged

to be the godmother

of Daisy's mother, Sonia.

Sonia was the daughter

of the great tragic actress

Linda Arden,

of whom I had been an admirer

for many decades.

Yeah, if my memory is correct,

Linda Arden,

it was a stage name, oui?

Taken from the Shakespeare.

So, what was her actual name?

The name was Waterstone.

Ah, yes, I am remembering now.

Linda Arden,

she had two daughters...

Sonia Armstrong, oui,

and also a younger daughter.

You are correct.

Do you know what happened

to this younger daughter?

Mm, she married someone,

somewhere.

I do not know

what happened to her.

You know

it is Lanfranco Cassetti

who has been murdered?

Monsieur, if I had recognized

that man,

do you know what I should have

liked to have done?

I should have liked

to have called my servants,

flogged this man to death,

and throw him

on the rubbish heap.

That is what was done

with such a man

when I was young, monsieur.

Make no mistake.

I would have stabbed him as he

slept and been proud to confess.

FOSCARELLl:
Monsieur?

Poirot. Poirot.

Do you think she did it?

No, that woman was frail.

She would not

have the strength...

- Monsieur?

- Signor Foscarelli.

I hear talk of the Mafia

being responsible.

Yes.

Yes, that's true.

I was talking to the gentleman.

Monsieur, not all

Italian-Americans are Mafia.

Most of us spit on them.

Now, I'm in the motor trade.

I'm a good salesman.

But it's hard to be trusted

when you're Italian.

Men like Cassetti,

they make people hate us.

Monsieur, if these gangsters

are involved,

do not mess with them.

Understand me?

For they are ruthless to anyone,

anyone who crosses them,

and you are no exception!

- You understand that?

- Hey, is that a threat?

It is advice, monsieur.

Merci.

Come in.

How dare

you threaten M. Poirot?

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