All language subtitles for Rome.Express.1932.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.LT]

Pardon, monsieur.

Vous desirez, monsieur*?
* How can I help you?

Quelle...

pour registration...

mais le grange en retard...

pour Rome.

Vous avez ce bon, monsieur,
quel pour voyage?

N'importe, n'importe.
* Anything.

Allez!
* Go!

Mon dieu! Enfin.
* God! Finally.

Can you speak English?

Hello, my sweet.

Do you know...
I thought you were never coming.

Am I very late?

- Do you know, I nearly didn't come.
- Why?

- Didn't you want to?
- Of course I did.

- But there is your wife?!
- Don't be afraid of that.

Besides, as a matter fact,
I've telephoned her already.

- We're going to be so terribly happy.
- I know we are...

But we must be careful.

Well, of course we'll be careful!

I've thought about everything.

Come on, we've only
got a minute or two.

Attention!

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Do you like Paris, madame?

I love it!

You were lovely in
your last picture.

How nice.

And do you like Rome, madame?

- I love it!
- Yeah, just crazy about it.

Such a beautiful city.

Acceptez les fleurs, madame?

How sweet.

Thank you.

Yes, it is a beautiful city.

So different from New York.
So old.

Old? I'll say it's old! It's got
whiskers on it stretchin' from here to BC.

Do we understand you're going to Rome
to make a picture, madame?

She's starring in the English version

of an Italian talkie.
And the contract...

Say, don't blame me if it gets

in the papers, but it
runs over five figures.

I have so many friends in Rome.

They're the cream of Italian society.

Don't think she's "high hat", no!

In spite of all her culture she remains
the "simple, home-loving girl".

What about this rumour of your engagement
to the Marquis de Masurier?

I'm afraid I can't say anything
about that for a while.

But you can take it
from me there's no

smoke without fire! Gentlemen?

- May we have a picture, Miss Marvelle?
- Yes, of course.

Look this way, monsieur?

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Au revoir, madame.

McBane is my name.

Alistair McBane.

- Knew you at once, sir, if I may say so?
- Indeed.

If you'll let me have the number of
your compartment, sir.

Well, I have a special compartment
reserved for me, of course,

but my fool of a secretary's
gone off with the tickets.

Where the devil have you been?

Sorry, sir, the bookstall,
these papers

you asked me to get, it's...

crowded, sir, I had to wait.

Well, that's no reason
why I should wait!

Now, don't stand there
like a fool, man.

- Give him the tickets.
- Yes, sir.

For heaven's sake, man!
Pull yourself together!

Auf Wiedersehen, gute Reise.
* Goodbye, have a nice trip!

En voiture, s'il vous plait!
* All aboard, please!

Au revoir.

En voiture, s'il
vous plait, monsieur.

Au revoir.

We're off.

I'll be seein' ya.

En voiture, s'il vous plait!

Attention!

No!

Give that to me.

Je le garde... moi-meme.
* I'm holding it.

Well, that was a near thing!

Very, monsieur.

You have your tickets, sir?

Yes, here they are.

Alors... tout va bien, monsieur?
* Is everything all right?

Oui. C'est tout.
* Yes, quite.

- C'est tout. Merci.
- Merci.

I hadn't time to reserve places.

Pity, monsieur.

We have no vacant compartments.

I think I can find you...
Two odd berths.

We must separate?

I'm afraid so, monsieur.

Will you come this way, please?

Gentlemen.

I am

overwhelmed

by your suggestion

that the new ward
at the Metropolitan Hospital

should bear

my name.

My humble name.

Though I feel I am

unworthy of the honour,

it gives me

great pleasure...

to accede to your request.

May I suggest

that it be called the Alistair

McBane

Memorial ward.

In capitals, Mills.

I feel

that a gift may be of
some use to you.

I therefore have pleasure in
enclosing a cheque

for,

say, 2000,

3000,

say, 5000, Mills.

Merci mille fois, monsieur.
* Thank you so much!

That's all right.

I remain etc.

Now take down another.

Pardon, madame.

- Merci.
- Merci beaucoup, monsieur.

Darling!

What is it?

Nothing.

I'm a little afraid, that's all.

Well, there's no need to be.

I suppose not.

The train has brought
me down to earth.

Husbands become such a habit.

So do wives.

Still, darling,

we're going to have a change.

I can't help wondering what would

happen if Jim got to hear of it.

I'm only wondering about you.

Supposing there's someone
on the train who knows us?

My dear, why should there be?

You know,

I believe you're still
a little bit in love

with that husband of yours.

Are you?

No, of course not.

How could I be, after what he did?

- Have you seen him?
- No.

What's more important,
he has not seen me.

How do you know he's on the train?

My information is always correct.

If it is not, then there is
trouble for the informant.

He might have been warned.

It was attended to.

He thinks we are still in London.

Pardon me.

What are we going to do?

You would recognise
him if you saw him?

What, from this?

Then you take a promenade down
the train and keep your eyes open.

See you later in my compartment,
when we order our dinner.

Excuse me.

Certainly, monsieur.

A beautiful day.

Warm, though.

It will be hot in Rome.

You are going to Rome, monsieur?

- Yes.
- I too!

My first holiday in four years.

You are on holiday, monsieur?

No such luck!
Business.

C'est dommage!
* What a shame!

It will be hot in the hills, too.

- In the hills?
- Yes, you see,

I go to Rome

for my hobby.

Coleopterist, yes?

What you call a "bug hunter".

Beetles.

Beetles?!

That must be very interesting.

From Baron Bernelli, miss.

What, again?

Put them with the others.

- Well, what now?
- Why, dinner's ready.

Got it all fixed.
If you come to the dining car,

I've got a gag that'll
knock 'em cold.

- Sam!
- Now listen,

as soon as you sit down: biff!

We take a picture, see?
You know, with all the waiters round.

You signing menus with one hand and
throwing kisses to the garcons with the other.

I can hardly wait!

Always on the job.

Just full of ideas.

"Think up a gag then plug it!"
That's my slogan.

I know, Sam, but I'd like to be

my own sweet self, once in a while.

And, boy, that feeling's growing!

But I wouldn't let that get
too much of a hold on yer.

After all, publicity is publicity.

And, say, when you eat,

boy, they'll be sittin'
up at the soup

and paralysed at the demitasse*.
* Coffee.

I suppose everybody knows
I'm on the train.

Why, sure!

What d'you take me for? Think I'm dumb?

Now get this, Sam.

I want a rest.

I want to be myself
until we get to Rome.

Rome?
Rome?!

Now you're talkin'.
Say,

have I got a gag for you!

Say, there's gonna be
the swellest reception...

- Carpets all laid down on the platform...
- Now listen, Sam!

I'm so sick and tired
of being "Exhibit A"!

You promised me a rest on this trip.

You know how I feel.

I know how you feel.

I know just how you feel.

Still, you can come in
the dining car, can't you?

- But I made all the...
- I'm staying here!

- I made all the arrangements.
- Well then, run along and "un-make" them.

Say, what about that champagne

and the caviar the
Russian prince sent you?

Personally I'm having a glass of milk
and one aspirin, right here.

But the champagne?!

- And the caviar?!
- Scram!

And then

I put him in my little bottle.

I cap the stopper on.

So...

He is caught.

And from the bottle

there is no escape.

Really?

Very interesting.

And then

there is another thing.

I often find...

Entrez.

Pardon, monsieur.

He tells me that
I have some friends on the train.

I must have a word with them.

If you will excuse me.

Certainly.

No, thanks.

Quel compartiment?

Voiture deux, compartiment trois, monsieur.
* Car 2, comp. 3.

Merci.

Peculiar old fellow, that.

You think so, monsieur?

He's been telling me
all about beetles.

Apparently he catches 'em.

Oui. That is his great hobby.

He's a bit of a bore,

though quite harmless.

Not so harmless, monsieur.

Between ourselves,

Monsieur Jolif catches other things
besides these beetles.

What's that?

The police?
* Department of criminal investigation.

"Papa Jolif", they call him.

And, it is said,
that he never forgets a face.

Monsieur has finished with this?

- Thank you.
- Yes, thanks.

Dinner is served.
First service.

Dinner service.
Premier service.

I say, steward?

What's the dinner like?

The dinner? It is very good, monsieur.

Petite minute, monsieur.
I have the menu here.

A la carte, you can have...

Here, sir. Everything is ready, sir.

So I see.

My word, but that's swell?

I'm sorry to say Madame Marvelle
won't be able to come here.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Excuse me.

Could I? I want to
change my compartment.

You're not comfortable
then, monsieur?

- What?
- Merci.

I've got a double compartment
and I want a single one.

I regret...

If there's anything more to pay?

I am sorry but it is

- practically impossible.
- No, but look here, I

must change my compartment.

It's too noisy.

It's too near the engine.

And my nerves...

It's a pity.

There is room in a
double compartment.

But it is a lady, you understand?

Later perhaps?

As soon as you can.

Poole is the name.
P, double O, L, E.

Very good, monsieur.
Le ticket?

Thank you, for... just the two?

- Just the two of us.
- Merci, monsieur.

Bless my soul

if it isn't George Grant!

This is a pleasant surprise.

I thought I knew that voice!

- How are you?
- How are you, you old scoundrel?

Very well, thanks.

Anybody sitting here?
I'll join you.

What a small world it is,
to be sure.

Bit different from
the old Surbiton golf course, George?

How's the wife?

She's very well, thanks.

- And the chicks?
- Splendid.

Good.

They aren't with you, I see.

No, they're not here now.

This is a jolly reunion,
that's what I call this.

We must have a drink to celebrate.

- What will you have, George?
- Thanks very much.

I'll have a gin and it.

Your friend?

- Whiskey?
- Whiskey.

S'il vous plait...

Un gin and it and
deux whiskey... Perrier.

Oui, monsieur.

I say, I didn't catch
your friend's name.

- This is Mr...
- Poole.

He's a business
acquaintance of mine.

He's helping me out
on the continent.

What! Not "the" Poole of London?

Well, delighted to
meet you, Mr Poole.

You mustn't mind my sense of humour,
Mr Poole.

My wife often says I'll be the death
of her, with my little cracks.

You know me, don't you, George?

This is Mr Bishop.

He's a neighbour of mine at home.

Yes. We're brother golfers on the greensward*.
* Golf links.

Divot diggers* at Dagenham, George?
* Devout golfers.

Mr Poole is sharing my compartment,

Number 12 in the next carriage.

Sharing the same dog box?

Here we are. Here's to it.

C'est pour madame?
* Is this for the lady?

No, that's for me.

Et monsieur.

Et moi.
Cheers.

We shall be able to
enjoy a nice game of

poker later on?

I was wondering how I was going to
beguile the tedium of the voyage.

Yes, it's a bit of luck?

What do you say, George?

What do you say, Mr Poole?

Yes, a bit of luck, for all of us.

Hooray.

There we are, now.
What about the eats?

Here's that notice
from The Echo, sir.

Read it.

"At the next table I saw
Mr Alistair McBane,"

"famous millionaire, philanthropist
and art collector."

"Who, as usual, looked the soul of
kindly benevolence."

Have they mentioned
me in connection with

that library bequest
at Channing town?

I'll see, sir.

Say, listen to this.

"From Shopgirl to Screen Star:
The story of my life", by Asta Marvelle.

- I didn't okay that!
- No, but I did.

- Let me see it.
- No, this is only

the first installment,
up to the time you got

that job in the jewellery
store in New York.

Say, listen.

"Next week, Miss Asta Marvelle will
tell you how a robbery at her"

"place of employment gave her
the chance of a screen career."

"Our readers will no doubt remember..."

Let me see that.

Great stuff?

See what I'm gettin' yer?

Baby, you'll slay 'em!

When I get through
with this campaign,

what you eat for breakfast
will be front page news!

Same old bunk!

Makes me sick!

I like that bit, Mills.

Read it again.

Yes, sir.

"Only last week he made a generous

donation to the re-building fund
of the west London library.

I hear from a well-informed quarter

that we may look for his name
in the next honours list."

Not bad?

Very gratifying indeed, sir.

By the by, Mills.

Yes, sir?

I see from your accounts you took
a taxi from the hotel this morning.

Yes, sir.
Only eight francs, sir.

I don't pay you to
ride about in taxis!

Well, I was detained, sir.

There was cables to answer.

Get up earlier.

It's cheaper!

Yes, sir.

And don't bite your nails.

It doesn't look as though they're
going to recover the missing Van Dyck, sir.

Really?

Does it say something there about it?

Well, just a paragraph, sir.

Read it out.

"It is now ten days since
the theft of the

Van Dyck picture from
the Murdoch collection.

The police are still
without a single

clue as to the whereabouts
of the picture

or the thieves.

However, the police are
of the opinion that..."

Yes, well, it serves Murdoch right.

He should have accepted my offer.

Yes, sir.

He must be kicking himself now.

All the principal
collectors were after it.

And mine was the highest bid...
and the damned fool turned me down.

I wanted that painting.

I'd have gone to any
lengths to get it.

I wonder where it is now?

That's soixante franc.
Yeah, good.

Yeah, well... pour vouz.
* For you.

Merci.

Merci, monsieur.

Oughtn't we to be getting back
to our compartment?

Yes, I suppose we'd better.

- See you later.
- No, that's all right.

I'm coming along to your compartment
for a smoke and a yarn.

Now, don't forget
that game of poker.

Mr Poole?

- Not a bad dinner, was it?
- No, not too bad.

Though I shouldn't like too much
of this foreign, mixed-up stuff.

The poulet roti
wasn't bad, though.

- No.
- I say, George.

Did you notice that little
"piece" at our table?

- What?
- That little "piece"?

Rather tasty, I thought.
Didn't you?

- Any idea who she is?
- No, I've never seen her.

French, of course.

- Well, I must say that...
- Damn!

I've left my cigarettes
on the table.

Look here, you fellows go on.
I'll follow you later.

Here, I say, George.

None of your larks.

I saw her first, you know!

I'm so sorry, darling.

That was a near thing.

But that fellow Bishop's
the most awful scandalmonger.

I didn't dare risk it.

Something like that would happen!

Yes, I know.

But it was jolly decent of that
fellow Poole to help us out.

You know, I think
we'd better separate.

- No!
- Just for the moment.

I'll get a conductor, and
he can find you a vacant place.

- And then?
- It'll be all right.

I'll get rid of those two.

- You won't worry, will you?
- No.

Everything will be all right,
I promise you.

Not a sign of him.

Yeah, he rests, he's laying low.

Well, we can't search
the whole train.

Sooner or later he will
show himself and...

And then...

I think of him often!

We must be careful,
we can't take unnecessary risks.

Are you losing your nerve?

No, it's this hanging about.

If you wish to occupy
your too-active mind,

go to the train controller.

Ask him to show you
the list of passengers.

Tell him you are looking for a

friend of Mr Kelsey or

Kelsey? That's his real name.

- He's hardly likely to...
- I know.

He'll probably be using another.

But there's never any harm
in trying, and if you just...

- I'm sorry.
- How do you do?

How do you do?

Bye-bye.

See you later.

And the reception committee...
Believe me, it's unbelievable!

One prince, a couple of counts,
three dukes and a whole raft of barons...

Besides half the pressmen in Italy.

No doubt I shall be a sensation.

And, say, I wouldn't be a bit surprised

if old man Mussolini himself
wasn't in the line-up.

Yes. Now I've heard about enough
about myself for one day, Sam.

- Well, I was only doin' the best for you!
- I know.

I know, Sam. Now run along and let
me relax for a while, will you?

After all, publicity is publicity.

And don't forget I was once
press agent to Tom Mix's horse.

Good enough for anybody, ain't it?

I beg your...

Goldie!

I think you've made a mistake...

I'm Madame Marvelle.

I couldn't make a
mistake about you!

Tony.

Don't you remember?

I knew you would.

We can't talk here.

Now that you've found me,
what do you want?

Found you? I didn't even know
you were on the train.

No, it's good to see you again.

You weren't following me, were you?

No!

- Well, why should I?
- I'm sorry, Tony,

one gets suspicious of old friends

- who know things.
- Well, if it worries you,

- my being here, I'll clear out.
- Please don't, no.

Sit down.

It's for years ago.
It's all dead and forgotten.

Yes, I know.

Sometimes the past jumps out at you.

See what my manager showed me today.

It even mentions the robbery.

Brought it all back, somehow.

Supposing it came out that
I was mixed up in it?

It can't. It won't.

You and I are the only
two people who know.

What about Ricole?

He's dead.

What fools we were to listen to him.

I don't know.

After all, it was
through you getting our

pictures in the papers that
you're where you are now.

I know.

But you...

It doesn't seem right somehow.

What are you doing now?

I'm going to Rome.

It is the Rome Express, isn't it?

What is it, Tony?
The same old game?

Why don't you get out of it?

Too deep in.

You're losing your grip, Tony.

Why don't you pull yourself out,
while there's still time?

Hell. What's the use?

Who cares, anyway?

Someone or other...

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I must be going.

Shall I see you again?

If you want to.

Do you?

I'll tell you when I see you.

Don't worry too much
about the grimy past,

Madame Marvelle!

Pardon, madame.

- Merci bien, madame.
- Thank you.

I'm afraid I'm disturbing you.

Not particularly.

Indeed, your presence
is rather an asset.

In case of an accident
we could assist each other.

Quite!

Unless, of course, we were
both disabled at the same time!

Aren't you being rather pessimistic?

I always go through life
expecting the very worst.

But why?

Well, it's so nice if
it doesn't happen!

Now, you know the Sebling course.

Once you're off the fairway,

- you're in the consomme.
- In the what?

In the consomme, soup.

And I remember at the 10th,

you're going to scream at this,

I gave my ball a great big swipe,

and away it went over the hill
out of sight

on to the green...
This is a yell!

And plunked into the cam.

Now, my partner Charlie said to me...

You know Charlie?

Charlie Wood, not Charlie Purnell.

Well, Charlie said to me,

"Pot luck, old boy, pot luck."

Yes, but you haven't heard it yet.

It's what I said to him!

Now, I said to him,

"Charlie," I said, "Charlie..."

It was a scream!
Oh, dear. Always goes well.

Always makes me laugh.

I must be goin'.

Sorry.

I'll be back for that game of cards.

We'll think about that.

And remember, I don't "slice" at poker.

See you later.

Well, now that our
golfing friend's gone,

I won't trouble you
to stay any longer.

Thank you for helping
me out of that hole.

Don't mention it.

Besides, you're not troubling me.

I'm very comfortable where I am.

But you want to go back to your own
compartment, don't you?

But this is my compartment.

Didn't I hear you
telling that prize bore

that we were travelling together?

I know.

But you saw why I did it.

I saw.

But I've an even bigger
prize bore in my carriage.

- Yes, but, look here, I say...
- Well, of course...

If you'd like to... find me
another compartment,

single for preference,

I might move.

Cigarette?

But I tell you, I have
nothing to declare!

I have no silk underclothes,
I always wear woollen!

Woollen?

Ca va.

Je ne pas declare.

Ouvrez!

Non, il faut examiner.

There's nothing there,
I tell you. Rien!

What's the matter?

There's nothing to laugh at!

- They're artistic.
- Very artistic, monsieur. Ca va.

Merci.

I found that man Poole
a single compartment.

It'll be free at 1:00,
when we get to Dutres.

You can come in then.

You're not going to let me down,
are you, darling?

- No, but you...
- I promise you,

everything will be all right.

Pardon, monsieur.

Will you come along and
open your bags, please?

All right.

Damn the customs.

You won't let me down? Remember,

1 o'clock in the morning.

Bless you, darling.

- Other luggage?
- No!

Bon.

The man is still on the train.

No one has left at this stop.

What's the matter, my friend?

Nothing.

You cannot mean that.

If you want to know,
I'm fed up with the game.

So soon?

We are only just beginning.

I'll see this through.

When you do meet Poole,
what are you gonna do?

Get the Van Dyck back,

for one thing.
- And the other?

Need you ask?

I'm not very fond
of double-crossers

but why talk of that now?

Let's have a drink.

Two more.

Oui, monsieur.

Yes, I could do with a drink.

I've just had a visit
from those customs chaps!

They are a nuisance.

I have had trouble with them
once or twice myself.

They've been poking
and prying in my

baggage as if I was
hiding something!

Nosy lot of elves!

Still, I suppose it's their job.

- Now we're talking.
- How much?

No, please, allow me.

If you don't mind.

- Combien?
- Cing francs.

Let me see now, that's...

Yes, here we are.

Merci, monsieur.

Ca va.

Thank you.

- Well, here's fun!
- Where?

I see!

You're the same as me.

You've got a sense of humour.

Look here, I've got an idea.

Two of the boys and meself are
having a game of poker,

so why don't you join us?

You know, just a friendly game.

- No, I'm afraid not...
- Now, look here.

The five of us can play in here.
What do you say?

- Yes, we will.
- Splendid.

You wait here and I'll
go fetch the boys.

Yes, yes, we will wait here.

They'll be tickled to death.
Simply tickled to death.

Well, what's the idea?

Why neglect opportunity?

A fool is a fool
all the world over.

We will win some small change.

Waiter!

Aren't you going to bed yet?

Not just yet.

I'm not sleepy.

Well, I am,
though I doubt if I shall sleep.

Do we cross over any bridges
during the night?

I don't know, why?

Have you never thought?

A bridge must weaken every
time a train crosses it.

Some day or other it will give way!

I suppose it must.

All I hope is that
I'm not picked up unconscious.

Some of these railway
men are so familiar.

I've made up a party for this
little flutter of ours in the dining car.

Come along.

All right.

But I warn you,
I'm turning in by one o'clock.

That'll be plenty of time
to put us in the rough.

What about you, Mr Poole?

Well, if you don't mind,
I'd rather not.

Afraid of our handicap?

No, and I'm not very
partial to crowds.

If we're going to play
in the dining car,

it'll be empty, man.

Except for us.

Come on?

All right.
You can count me in.

Splendid.
Let's go!

Remember,

you're moving out when we come back.

1:00.

Pardon.

- Shall I make up the beds?
- Yes, please.

Now, come along.

You'll like it when we get there.

They're a couple of
jolly good fellows,

if I'm any judge of human nature.

Le Cap Azur, monsieur?

Yes, and some more whiskey.

- Bien.
- Not for me.

Well, here we are, gentlemen.

Let me see, I didn't
catch your name.

Zurta.

This is Mr Poole, of London.

"The" Poole of London, in fact!

Very glad to meet you, "Mr Poole".

And this is my dear old friend,
George Grant.

One of the very best.

- How do you do?
- How'd you do?

Well, come on, boys.

Won't you sit down,

Mr Poole?

Here we are.
Here you are, George.

Right-o.

Une autre chaise, that's right.

We've got the weapons
for the offensive.

Now we can get on with the affray.

Will you excuse me for a moment,

I've forgotten something,

I've left...
I've forgotten my money.

Haven't you got enough
to carry on with?

You can rely on me
to help you out, Mr Poole.

Splendid.

Now, what's it gonna be?

Jackpots or straight poker?

- Straight poker, I think.
- Yes, I think so.

What's going to be the stakes?

I dunno, 100 francs?

What do you say, Mr Poole?

- That's all right.
- I hope.

And, the lads deal?

I say, the ace of spades!

That's unlucky!

Poor old Poole.

- Perfect.
- Your deal, Poole.

You know, I've been looking forward
to this journey for weeks.

- I always like a game of poker.
- What's this, Mr Poole?

For your winnings?

Winnings? Don't be silly.

This is going to be my lucky night.

Well, come on, let's get on with it.

What are the penalties?

100 francs for four,
don't you think?

Yes, that'll do me.

What are you fellows going to drink?

- Whiskey?
- Whiskey, yes.

How about the old firewater?
Yes, that'll do me.

I'll come in.

Oui, monsieur.

- May as well have a bottle, I think.
- I should say so.

Well, I'll come in for 100.

Here you are, sir.

I think you'll find
everything correct.

All right.

Leave it.

Very good, sir.

And what time will you
take breakfast, sir?

- Nine o'clock.
- Very good, sir.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight.

I'll make it 200

And fifty.

And, Mr Poole?

And fifty.

I'm out.

195.

Yes, all right. I'll see.

All right.
What you got?

Full house, by George!

Well, that sees me.

And me.

Well, that's another 100 I owe you.

The lord loveth a cheerful giver.

You've begun the evening well, Mr Poole.

Let's hope he'll end it

as fortunately.
May I take my note back?

Thank you.

No.

I'll open. I'll open for another 25.

That's 50. Play for 75

- I'm in.
- And us.

George, we're in with
a bunch of crooks!

We'll make it 150.

Raise you.

Good lord!

Damn fool.

And again.

What have you got?

Four queens.

God in heaven!

I might have known you'd
have one more picture than me.

Never say die, Mr Zurta.

Perhaps you'll get it later.

Let's see what you've got.

What, again!?

You know, this sort
of thing isn't human!

Who asked you to play, anyway?

Your money, Poole.

Good gracious me! Look at this!

I've never seen anything like it.

I'll have to tell old
Charlie about this.

Talk about the demon luck!

Ten to one. That's that.

Here's the 200, Poole.

200 for a straight flush, was it?

Here's my 200.
Two.

I've never seen anything
like that in all my puff!

A lucky devil.

What do they say? "Unlucky in cards

or lucky in love", whatever it is.

A very successful wind-up of
the evening for you, Poole, my boy.

I say, look here...

- Couldn't we play a little longer?
- What?

Want to rook us a bit more,
do you, you rascal!

Not me!

I'm tired. I'm going
to get some sleep.

Yes, I think we have played
enough, Mr Poole.

Yes, all right.

- Pourvoir, for the waiter.
- Merci, monsieur. Merci.

That cleans me out.

Don't forget your winnings, Mr Poole.

What, forgetting his winnings?!

He must be a multi-millionaire!

Come on, Mr Poole.

Trust that George, you know,

wait until I tell Charlie about this,
you'll see...

Merci bien, monsieur.

- Merci beaucoup, monsieur.
- Please.

- Merci.
- Merci. Merci beaucoup, monsieur.

- Well, here we are.
- This is rather cosy!

I think you'd better thank us
for a very profitable evening!

- Thanks.
- Never mind.

One of these nights
we'll have our revenge!

What do you say, Mr Zurta?

We will have our revenge.

Goodnight, Mr Poole.

Goodnight, you fellows.

See that no one disturbs me
before eight o'clock, will you.

Eight o'clock, monsieur?
Very good, sir.

Well, goodnight, Mr Zurta.

Goodnight, Mr...

Bishop.

Bishop by name but not by nature!

What are you doing?

Look here, Grant,

I'm not going to turn out.

Not turning out?!

I can't.

But, this is the limit!

You made a bargain with me and
you'll have to keep to it.

But I can't.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry?!

You seem to think "sorry" is
an excuse for anything.

- Well, it isn't.
- Go on, get out of the way.

Look here...
Don't, listen to me,

I can explain everything.

You don't know what you're doing!

Don't I?

I know what I'm doing.

I'm turning you out.

No, look here!
Listen to me, please...

Don't do that.
You don't understand!

You don't know what this means
to me, it means everything!

I know, you have your secret,
but I've got mine, too.

I don't give a damn
about your secrets, come on!

You can't do anything
while Grant's in there.

Don't worry.

I will persuade him
to come out to talk to you.

While I talk

to Mr Poole.

Is he dead?

- No.
- No?

In any case, that's his affair.

We are going to have
a little talk, Mr Poole.

Zurta, you...

And then you are going
for a long holiday.

You remember when
the picture was stolen?

My buyer didn't take it.

I see.

I told you that he'd paid me...

Well, he hadn't.

But then I heard...

there was somebody who was
prepared to take it to Rome...

If I would deliver it.

Continue.

You'd have got your
share, all right!

I swear you would!

I meant to send it on
to you, from Rome.

I see.

I can tell you the man's name!

I don't know...

You can take the Van Dyck.

I don't want it!

You can take my
share and the Van...

Here!

There must be some mistake.

This isn't my case.

What the...

I'll find it for you.

I swear I will.

It must be somewhere on the train.

Here...

Take my winnings.

Take the lot.

That is all?

You need the holiday badly,

my friend.

Is he dead?

He tried to use a knife.

I used it!

And Grant?

He is only sleepy.
It happened before I came in.

They must have had a...
slight argument.

Why d'you do it?

You must have been mad?!

No.

Only annoyed.

And what in god's name
are we going to do now?

I show you.

No, you can't!

We're slowing down.

It's a station!

You can't leave him like that.

No?

Goodnight, sweetheart!

- Who's there?
- It's Tony.

Open the door.

Quickly!

What's the matter?
What's happened?

Goldie, I'm in a jam.

George?

George!

What's the matter?

It's that fellow, Poole...

- Hit me.
- Poole?

Yes, I was trying to turn him out.

He hit me with something.

Been lying here.

But why did he do it?

Don't know.

We were having an argument...

Stabbed!

How horrible!

Why did you drag me into this?

You've got to go.

Hurry.

Don't be a fool!
You know I can't go!

Listen to me.

There's no sense in both of us
being mixed up in this.

Come on.

- I can't!
- You must!

It'll be all right.

Don't worry.

Leave it to me.

I can manage.

But, madame, you will tear it.

The door had better be opened.

Who is it?

Wait a minute.

Madame, you will spoil it.

- I have a key.
- No, you mustn't!

What do you want?

"Just for one moment, please."

As madame was leaving,
her skirt got caught in the door.

It's quite all right now, thank you.

- Goodnight.
- Bonsoir, madame.

- Bonsoir, monsieur.
- Goodnight, thank you.

Merci, monsieur.

Don't bother.

Gold service, monsieur.

There! That is better,
n'est pas, monsieur?

He is killed?! Yes?

Yes, I know.

But I can explain it.

It's quite simple.

- I'll tell you about it.
- Pardon, monsieur.

It will be necessary for me
to send for the chef de train.

All right.

But this lady, you won't want her.

She can go back to her compartment,
can't she?

When the chef de train

arrives.

We'll all be questioned.

That's going to be the devil of a job.

You'd better go straight back
to your own compartment

and act as though nothing had happened.

- That's not so easy.
- Pull yourself together, Tony!

For both of us.

Do you mean you're
going to stand by me?!

You'd better go now.

Hurry now.

And remember, you don't know
anything about it at all.

Who's Monsieur Jolif?

Monsieur Jolif, c'est
la chef de police.

"Entrez!"

Pardon, monsieur.

Le crime?

- Je viens, tout de suite*.
- Merci, monsieur.
* Be right out.

Andiamo!

But he was as surprised and horrified

as I was when he saw the body!

And yet you took steps
to ensure silence.

We've already explained why!

Perhaps the dead man had discovered
this intrigue of yours?

And the only remedy
was to silence him!

That's ridiculous.

Why, I've never even met
the man before today.

And yet you introduced
him to your

- friend Bishop as a colleague.
- Well, of course I did!

That was to avoid the scandal,
it wasn't true!

I have questioned the other
members of your little party.

The men, Rentzi and Zurta,
declare that they

met Poole for the first
time at the card table.

That's true but
can't you understand...

And you, you alone,

had met Poole before.

You will admit

that your story is unlikely.

But it's the truth!

For heaven's sake, man,

I've told you already!

Poole said

that he was fri...

That he was frightened
of something!

And that's why...

I'm trying to tell you that
Poole said he was

frightened of something,
and that's why...

That's why he went for
me when I tried

- to turn him out.
- And you have proof of this?

Again, I only have your word for it.

Of course I haven't got any proof,
I was unconscious,

- I was knocked on the head. How...
- You will be kept

under observation,
until we get to Rome.

You're not going to arrest us?!

That is not for me to decide.

But if there's any kind of trial,

I mean, everything will come out!

Surely you can let this lady go?

- If her husband got to know about it...
- Unfortunately, monsieur,

I am not a divorce lawyer.

I am merely a police official.

You will both be handed over to
the authorities, in Rome.

Please!

It's most satisfactory.

Particularly for that
poor devil Grant.

Jolif's probably grilling
him at this minute.

It does you much credit,

that tender heart of yours.

Well, I can't help thinking of him.

And about Asta Marvelle too?

Here, that's got nothing
to do with you!

A film star!

You fly high, my friend.

I knew her ages ago.
I haven't seen her for years.

I didn't even know she
was on the train.

No doubt it is this
charming lady who has

made you so difficult.

- Mills!
- Sir!

- You'd better go along and order breakfast.
- Very good, sir.

Yes, you needn't bother about that case.

But I was going to read that speech
to you over breakfast, sir.

Well, don't!

In that case I'll just
go over it until...

Mr McBane!

Well, this isn't my case.

- What do you mean, it isn't your case?
- Well, it isn't, sir.

These are only a few odd papers.

You blundering fool!

What do you suppose I pay you for?

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but

- I had it with me in the dining car last night...
- Shut up!

There were some men playing
cards at the next table.

- Perhaps they took my...
- Well?

What are you going to do about it?

Well, I think I'd better see
the controller of the train about it, sir.

You'd better.

- I'm extremely sorry, sir...
- Get out of it!

Yes, sir.

- Mills!
- Yes, sir?

Order me a grapefruit
for breakfast, will you?

Yes, sir.

We sink or swim together.

I go under,

you go under.

Maybe you forget something...

the object of our journey.

What's that?

The Van Dyck.

You're not going to be fool enough
to go after that now, are you?

Why not?
I regard it as my property.

I think our late friend said

that someone had taken
his briefcase by mistake.

Now, I wonder...

Excuse me.

Can you tell me if anyone
has enquired about a briefcase?

A briefcase?

Yes, I took the wrong one
by mistake last night.

I'm sure it was in here.

Well, no one has spoken to
me about it, monsieur.

Well, someone must have mine.

If anyone enquires,

the case is in Mr McBane's
compartment, number 7.

I'm his secretary,
Mills is my name.

And Mr McBane will
be along in a minute.

That's a bit of luck.

You will stay here and
keep your eyes open for this

Mr McBane.

I have a theory about this case.

Really?

The deceased wasn't
killed at all!

But I assure you, monsieur!

It was a case of suicide.

Now, that is very original.

- But why suicide?
- Conscience.

"Conscience doth make
cowards of us all."

- Pardon?
- Shakespeare.

You know,

the Bard of Avon.

The Swan of...

Well, Shakespeare.

Shakespeare!

Point number one.

The deceased had just
won heavily at cards.

Why?

Because he'd rigged the pack.

- Rigged the pack?
- Yes.

He'll have...

Avec les cartes.
* With the cards.

You know, cardsharper.

You see?

He had duplicate packs with him.

They all do.

That was why he carried
the briefcase.

Briefcase?

Oui, petite portmanteau.

Briefcase.

Oui, je comprendre!
* I understand!

Tell me, monsieur,

did he take his briefcase back
with him to his compartment?

Of course.
It never left him.

Rather like me and my golf clubs.

Monsieur Rentzi?

"Tony, I must see you at once."

There's sugar in this, Mills.

Really, sir? I'm sorry.

You know perfectly well that
I never take sugar.

Right.

I'd better order another one, sir.

No, you can't, sit down!

You seem to be incapable of carrying out
my simplest instructions, Mills.

I'll go without.

Mr McBane!

Alistair McBane.

Tres bien!

What are you doing in here?

Good morning.

What are you doing here?

Zurta is my name.

I heard this...

this little man say that he took

the wrong briefcase

from the dining car last night.

And as I have lost mine,
I came in here to find it.

Indeed?

Why couldn't you ask the train conductor
or my secretary in the proper way?

I was in a hurry.

This is the case?

There's something missing from it.

Mills, do you know
anything about this?

No, sir.

There was something of
value in the case.

Indeed?

Is that any reason for turning
my compartment upside down?

I'm so sorry, I'm so careless...

Now, look here, you can't fool me!

You're just a common train thief.

Now, look here!
I'm not a man to be trifled with.

- Mills, ring that bell.
- Yes, sir.

Get out!

One of you has taken something
out of the case.

But you are going to hand it over.

Now, look here...

Now, don't be a fool.

Put that revolver away.

Not quite so brave now?

Come, hand it over.

Well, you must be raving mad!

We know nothing about it.

Now, put that away and be sensible.

You daren't shoot!

No?

Monsieur McBane!

Quiet!

Ouvrez la porte, s'il vous plait.
* Open the door, please.

Answer!

Just a minute.

Open the door!

Mr McBane, you are wanted.

It is important.
Will you open the door!

Say nothing about me.

"Ouvrez la porte!"

- Open the door!
- Come out!

- Ouvrez la porte!
- Come out!

Ouvrez la porte!

What's going on in here?

I found this man

ransacking my compartment.

- He was trying to rob you, monsieur?
- Undoubtedly!

He turned the whole compartment
upside down.

He said some property of his
had been stolen from his briefcase.

The briefcase.

I will explain. This little...

You shall explain later.

Pardon me.

I must ask you to come and
see Monsieur Jolif.

He wishes to speak to you.

- He is in the fourgon de bagages.
- Jolif?

- What, the police inspector?
- Oui, monsieur.

What does he want me for?

He will explain himself,

if you can spare a few
moments, monsieur?

Certainly.

You'll allow me to attend to my hand first.
- Certainement, monsieur. Merci.

- You weren't hurt, sir?
- Just a graze only.

If I hadn't shown considerable
presence of mind, Mills,

it might've been very much worse.

Yes, sir. I expect it's a splinter
of glass from the mirror.

Yes, well don't fool about now,
go and get something for it.

If I get off this train without
a rope round my neck,

I'll say goodbye to Mr Zurta
for good and all.

Tony, I'll leave this movie
business too, if you say so.

What, you mean...?

You and me?

Why not?
Think of it.

Free!

Free to go where you want,
to do what you want.

As long as you want.

No managers, no Zurtas.

Why, you can start right...

Excuse me.

- Zurta?
- Yes, they've got him.

What are we going to do?

What's he going to say?
That's the point.

D'you suppose he'll
drag you into it?

I don't know. He may.

Mr McBane!

There's something
hidden behind here.

It's a picture.

It's the Van Dyck!

- You're mad!
- No, sir. Look!

That's what the man was after.

Somebody must have
placed it here...

While we were out of the room.

No.

No, it was in the briefcase.

You hid it!

What are you doing?

I'm going to take this picture
to Monsieur Jolif.

You leave that where it is!

- No, sir.
- It's my duty.

Of course, it might help me
to forget my duty,

if I were offered some inducement.

Such as...?

Such as a directorship in
one of your companies.

At a salary of,
shall we say...

2000 a year?

- Blackmail?
- No.

Not blackmail.

Only what you owe me.

For years of slave-driving

at a salary you'd be ashamed to
offer a scullery maid.

Mr Alistair McBane,

the "millionaire philanthropist",

the "soul of benevolence".

Why, you wouldn't offer
a blind beggar a farthing!

Signore Jolif begs la signorina

to spare him a few
moments at once.

- He wants me?
- Si, signorina.

Well, I'll come with you.

Signore Jolif's instructions are
to bring la signorina only.

- I'll come right away.
- Si.

You'd better stay here.

You are still quite certain

that you wish me to
question this lady?

I don't "wish" you to do so.

I think the lady
may be very angry.

Indeed.

I must ask you to remain silent,

while I am questioning her.

Pray be seated, mademoiselle.

You wanted me?

I am investigating a murder

which took place on
this train last night.

You will appreciate

that any answers you care to make

may have very serious consequences.

A murder? Who?

Tell me, mademoiselle,

have you seen this
gentleman before?

Yes. Why?

Because he tells me

that he visited your compartment
last night.

Suppose I was not
alone in my compartment.

Does that concern you?

Then you do not deny
Monsieur Zurta's statement?

May I ask why he found it
necessary to tell you this?

You may answer, monsieur.

For some reason, Monsieur
Jolif appears to suspect me.

He wish to know what I did
with my time after 1:00 this morning.

You may guess how it pains me
to involve... others.

But I have no alternative.

You understand?

I see.

Then I have no alternative either.

Well, mademoiselle?

Monsieur Zurta's statement
is quite correct.

He was with me in my compartment
last night.

At what time did he visit you?

Just after one o'clock.

- You seem very sure of the time.
- I was expecting him.

When did he leave?

In the morning.

You understand, mademoiselle,

that you will be required to swear
to this statement

on oath?

Yes, I understand that.

If you're satisfied
now, Monsieur Jolif,

maybe the lady and I go back
to our compartments?

I'm afraid not.

I am not content.

There is still

much to be explained.

And unless I get
exactly what I want,

the newspapers are going to
write one more story

telling the public exactly

how Mr McBane does
his art collecting!

I suppose you have
the advantage of me.

And the directorship?

At two thousand a year?

I want this in writing.

- You doubt my word?
- Yes, I do!

You mustn't develop
a suspicious nature, you know.

That would never do.

We should never get on.

I suppose

you're quite sure
that is the Van Dyck?

There's no fear of that, sir.

I know his work.

Let me see.

I'm afraid, Mills,

they will never
take your word against mine.

What do you mean?!

You would not have made
a very good director, Mills.

No! But, sir!

Mr McBane, sir, where are you going?

What are you going to do?

When?

This morning I heard that Mr McBane
had possession of the case by mistake.

So I went to his compartment
to recover my losses.

I see.

Have I your permission to smoke,
Monsieur Jolif?

- Certainly.
- Please?

No, thank you.

- Mademoiselle?
- No, thank you.

Signore McBane.

How do you do?

I think, monsieur, I have seen your
picture many times in the newspapers.

Indeed.

I expect you've seen
this picture too?

Yes, the Van Dyck.

Stolen from the Murdoch collection.

How did you come to find it?

I found it behind a mirror
in my compartment.

A mirror in your compartment?

How it got there,
I cannot imagine.

Can you, Mills?

No, sir.

I begin to see.

The dead man had this picture
in his briefcase.

He knew that he was pursued.

He hid it,

for greater safety.

And that is what
you were searching for

in the compartment.

You were with this lady last night?

- Until morning?
- Yes.

And yet the other occupant
of your compartment tells me

that you returned at 1:30.

How could he? He was asleep.

Asleep! How do you know
if you were with this lady?

Your story is a lie
from beginning to end.

What if it was?

What has that got to do with it?

That doesn't prove me
to be a murderer.

The man who killed Poole is the man
who stole the picture from him.

Do you ask me to believe that these
briefcases were exchanged by accident?

Have you asked me to believe
that this picture was

found in Mr McBane's
compartment by accident?

Are you so stupid that you cannot see
that Mr McBane is the man you want?!

You two young people have given
me a great deal of trouble.

You, mademoiselle,

have told a story which is false.

You, monsieur,

have confessed to being an associate
of the dead man, Zurta.

It is all most irregular.

However, after all,

I am on my holiday.

Au revoir, mademoiselle.

- You mean that...?
- We can go?

They say, monsieur,
that I never forget a face.

But I fear that my memory is
not as good as it used to be.

I think I shall forget yours.

Thank you!

But never yours, mademoiselle.

Tony!

- Got your gloves?
- Yes.

- And your bag?
- Yes.

- You sure you've left nothing?
- I'm quite sure.

Congratulations!

So they've let you off! Splendid.

- Delighted.
- Thank you.

You've been very lucky.

You know what these foreigners are?

But Jolif says we've got
nothing to worry about now.

Truth will out and
justice will prevail.

- Very embarrassing for the lady, though.
- Yes, very embarrassing.

- Excuse me a moment.
- You know that...

Bishop, chum,

I want to talk to you.

You know, this has been all
rather a ghastly mistake.

Mrs Maxted's going back home at once

and I'm going on to Naples, alone.

- Can I rely on you, I'm sure...
- My dear fellow, of course...

- Of course.
- Thanks.

Silent as the grave.

Discretion is the better part
of wagons-lits!

Well, goodbye, old boy, goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mrs Maxted.
- Goodbye.

Quick.

Well, gentlemen,

so you managed to get here?

Well, how are you all?

My arrival doesn't appear to have
excited much interest, Mills.

There's nobody here to welcome me.

No, sir. I notified all
the news agencies too, sir.

All right, don't scare me.

We mustn't waste time or
we'll miss Miss Asta Marvelle, now.

All you boys gotta do is to follow me
and I'll fix everything. Come on.

Benissimo!

Believe me, boys, this is
gonna be the greatest day for

Rome since Julius Caesar was
bumped off for the Ides of March.

How are you!

Charity doesn't seem to get one
very far, Mills. Does it?

No, sir.

Think I'd better

look out for a porter, sir.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Wasting money in that way.

Surely you can manage
that baggage by yourself?

- Yes, sir.
- And who's this?

He's the secretary
for entertainment.

Yeah? And who's this over here?

He's his grace,
the Duke of Montelade.

Come here, Duke.

Madame Marvelle's been deeply touched
by this reception, gentlemen.

Deeply touched.

She'll be here any moment now.