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.
