Murder on the Orient Express Page #6

threatened to kill me...

his son...

if he didn't do what they asked.

W- What was he supposed to do?

He was supposed to have ensured

that justice was done

in an open court, monsieur.

This girl did not murder

that man.

Not in a frenzy, no.

This was a cold crime,

was it not, Mlle. Debenham?

One long in the planning.

But it was you, M. Bouc,

who first suggested to Poirot

that only in America

could such a society as this

all be found together.

But maybe also

in the house of a rich man

in Long Island.

Because...

Ah.

Here we have the cook.

And that is Frulein Schmidt,

is it not so, Michel?

Hmm?

And next to her

is your daughter,

the French housemaid,

Mlle. Francoise,

who fell under

the suspicion of the police

for her complicity in the death

of Daisy Armstrong

but who actually was innocent,

eh, and committed suicide.

Signor Foscarelli,

what were you?

- The chauffeur?

- The chauffeur.

And also the lover

to Mlle. Francoise.

All she did was talk to

a stranger in a shop.

She let slip some details

about the house,

what time

the nursemaid took off.

She didn't know she was talking

to a man like Cassetti.

Yes, and all this in 1933.

Five years ago.

How long have you been

with Jesus, Mlle. Ohlsson?

Five years I have been with him.

So Poirot, he suspects

that you were that nursemaid.

Some crimes

God does not forgive.

And you, Mlle. Debenham.

The professional governess, eh?

With paralysis

down one side of your body.

How, I wonder,

could you possibly

have sustained such an injury?

At first I thought that you,

M. Masterman,

you were the butler to the

Armstrong household, but no.

Then I observed how familiar the

Colonel Arbuthnot was with you.

And now I believe you served

together in the army,

alongside the Colonel Armstrong.

Teddy was his batman

throughout the war.

He was the best of gentlemen.

And he was my closest friend.

And then Linda Arden.

So famous that there was

a danger of you being recognized

if you were to board the train

as yourself, eh?

You even fooled Poirot.

12 people.

And 12 wounds

in the body of Cassetti.

12 members of a jury.

But I do believe

that the Count Andrenyi

was a man of honor,

and his wife had been protected

and was not involved

in the killing,

and took her Trional

as he had said.

That's correct.

So who, then, was the 12th?

Could it possibly be the man

who tried to deflect Poirot

at every turn?

That is how the killer

must have left.

The obstetrician from America...

...who Poirot suspects

counted among his clients

a family on Long Island,

and who he watched

how they suffered.

We have Miss Debenham

to thank for our plan.

It was her fortitude

that brought us all together

and channeled our determination.

The plan had great beauty.

Cassetti's whiskey was drugged

so that he was awake

but could not react to anything.

We needed him to know

of his execution.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Mr. Ratchett?

Mr. Ratchett,

is everything all right?

Ce n'est rien.

Je me suis tromp.

After you had heard that,

all we needed was for you

to go to sleep, M. Poirot.

I could tell you who we are.

But all you need to know,

is that the people that you

killed are all in heaven,

Mr. Cassetti,

while you are going to hell.

That baby must have been

so scared when you killed her.

Did you not think

that we would not

search the world

to get justice for those

good people that we loved?

So the whole business

of this trip...

The berth bought

for a "Mr. Harris"...

...so no outsider bought it.

The watch!

All but a farce, was it not,

Linda Arden,

to make the mockery of Poirot?!

You were

our first piece of bad luck.

And then the snow, which meant

we couldn't get to Brod.

But how will the assassin

leave the carriage?

Just through the window.

Yes.

Yes, he could have tried

to go through my room,

and I've... I've woken up and

he's had to come back in here.

You have no right to take

the law into your own hands!

M. Poirot.

She was 5 years old!

We were good, civilized people.

And then evil get over the wall,

and we looked to the law

for justice.

And the law let us down.

No, no.

No, you behave like this,

and we become just savages

in the street!

Where juries and executioners,

they elect themselves!

No, it is medieval!

The rule of law,

it must be held high!

And if it falls, you pick it up

and hold it even higher!

For all society,

all civilized people,

will have nothing to shelter

them if it is destroyed!

There is a higher justice

than the rule of law, monsieur.

Then you let God administer it,

not you!

And when he doesn't,

when he creates a hell on earth

for those wronged,

when priests who are

supposed to act in his name

forgive what must

never be forgiven?

Jesus said...

...let those without sin

throw the first stone.

Oui.

Well, we were without sin,

monsieur.

I was without sin.

When we get to Brod...

if we ever get to Brod...

let these good people go,

monsieur.

Hand me over to the police.

My world has gone.

Let these people live.

Non.

The worst kind

of murderer, Poirot!

- Monsieur.

- The devil incarnate!

You can't stand here

and defend him to us.

You're as bad as a crook

in the courthouse, sir.

Lock the door.

It is true, monsieur.

You can tell these people

are good people...

...that Cassetti...

that Cassetti, he deserved to be

executed for what he did,

and the world knows it was

a travesty that he was not!

Non!

Lock the door!

We can present the conductor's

uniform to the police in Brod

and let these people go free.

Non!

What are you doing?

I can't be seen here.

I won't be seen here.

Colonel...

We have assigned one murder

to the assassin.

- We can assign two more.

- We are not murderers, Colonel.

Open the door!

- Killing Cassetti was God's law.

- Open the door!

If you kill them,

you're no better than Cassetti!

- Get out of my way!

- No!

No!

No.

If we kill them, we will have

become like gangsters,

just protecting ourselves.

God knows how hard it will be

to carry Cassetti's murder

through our lives.

But how unconscionable

will it be

to carry murders that are wrong?

I'm proud of you, John.

I'm proud of you for getting

justice for your friend.

And I love you.

I love you.

But we don't do what is wrong,

my darling.

We don't do what is wrong.

Monsieur?

- May I come through?

Of course.

I have some tea.

- Can I take it to him?

- Oh, yes. Yes.

Can I ask if there will be

police arriving

with the snowplow?

Yes.

They will be there, yes.

Princess Dragomiroff is making

everyone tea on the stove.

One thing you didn't solve

was where we hid the money

we were going to give back

to the Armstrong trust.

Non.

But I think the princess

put on much weight

from one day to the next.

To have been so well insulated

would have been useful

last night.

You said of the woman

in Istanbul

that she knew the rules

of her culture

and knew what breaking them

would mean.

So did Cassetti.

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