Bouc

Monsieur Bouc | Silver Linings

Murder on the Orient Express | Boarding The Train (Full Scene)

Hercule Poirot Meeting Bouc and getting 

his ride on The Orient Express

Poirot :

Ah, My Holiday begins here. 

I can see the soul of The City 

in these humble breads. 

The World insists on 

Destruction, yet here, 

Masterpieces are baked 

to order every day. 

Mohammed The Baker :

Monsieur Poirot! 

Poirot :

Mohammed! Mohammed, My Friend... 

You are An Artist. 

Mohammed The Baker :

Ah! My Friend! 

Bouc :

Sorry. Here. Come, come. Don't mind us, 

we're just looking for a place 

to have a private argument. 

It should take some 20 minutes or so,

at which point we will both come 

to an agreement, or at least I will. 

Poirot :

Monsieur Bouc! 

Bouc :

Poirot! In The Kitchen? Well, of course, 

this man will sniff out a perfect pastry 

faster than he catches... a jewel thief. 

Poirot :

Mon ami! Now, I am no longer A Policeman. 

I cannot bail you out when this goes badly, eh? 

Bouc :

This is My Dear, old friend, the esteemed 

Poirot, who I knew before the esteem. 

Hercule Poirot, this is... 

Poirot :

A Prostitute. 

Bouc :

She is. 

A Prostitute :

I am! Bouc, you did not tell me 

you had famous friends. 

Bouc :

We're friends because 

I'm the only person 

who never asks him any questions 

about his cases, because I don't care. 

And he never judges me for 

being a terrible person. 

Poirot :

Indeed you are. 

Poirot :

Madame, Bouc, please 

join me for a drink, yes? 

Bouc :

You only have me for an hour. 

I ride on the Orient Express at seven, 

Official Director business. 

Uncle pays me absurdly 

to stay onboard his gorgeous train 

and far away from him 

at the home office, consigned to 

wine and dine handsome officials for all eternity. 

Poirot :

There is an Art to Nepotism. 

And you are its Michelangelo! 

British Diplomat :

Mr. Poirot. 

Poirot :

Are you a prostitute as well? 

British Diplomat :

Certainly not. 

Bouc :

Is this man bothering you? 

Poirot :

He is about to. 

You are from 

The British consulate. 

British Diplomat :

I am, sir. 

Poirot :

It is The Kassner Case. 

British Diplomat :

Why, yes. 

Poirot :

I was correct in certain predictions? 

British Diplomat :

Quite. 

Poirot :

I do not need to read the telegram. 

Bouc :

Oh, how fun. Did someone 

Cheat, or Die? 

Poirot :

Unfortunately, both. Someone has 

interrupted my longing for rest. 

It appears that I must travel 

with you tonight, Bouc. 

Can you find me a cabin 

on the Orient Express? 

Bouc :

My Friend... I may not be good for much, 

but I sure as hell can get you 

a bed on My Train 

in the dead of Winter. 

Three days free of Care, 

Concern or Crime. 

You will love it. 

Poirot :

Mademoiselle, it has been a pleasure. 

British Diplomat :

Sir. Your Luggage has been collected 

and your expenses paid. 

You will be met at Calais 

and then escorted to Dover, 

and then by rail to London Victoria. 

I would like to formally express gratitude...

Poirot :

Please, don't speak. 

You make it worse.