Martin Balsam credited as playing...
Bianchi
- Bianchi: You mean you saw the man? You can identify the murderer?
- Mrs. Hubbard: I mean nothing of the kind. I mean there was a man in my compartment last night. It was pitch dark, of course, and my eyes were closed in terror...
- Bianchi: Then how did you know it was a man?
- Mrs. Hubbard: Because I've enjoyed *very warm* relations with both my husbands.
- Bianchi: With your eyes closed?
- Mrs. Hubbard: That helped.
- [after the case has been concluded, Bianchi gives Poirot a quick hug in gratitude]
- Bianchi: Hercule. I thank you.
- Hercule Poirot: My friend. Now I must go and wrestle with my report to the police and with my conscience.
- Dr. Constantine: [referring to Pierre] He had the means to do it. The passkey to Ratchett's room.
- Hercule Poirot: And a knife borrowed from the chef.
- Bianchi: With whom he was in league.
- Hercule Poirot: Which he plunged, repeatedly and without motive, into the body of his suitably astonished victim.
- [the sound of a distant train whistle]
- Bianchi: I fear that help is at hand. Even if it is only a working party with picks and shovels, we must make haste to complete this inquiry before we reach Brod. If it is an engine with a snowplow, our troubles will really begin.
- Dr. Constantine: Who's next?
- Hercule Poirot: Mrs. Hubbard.
- [Bianchi reacts as if his troubles HAVE already begun]
- Bianchi: Oh, my God.
- Hercule Poirot: Signor Bianchi, it is for you, as a director of the line, to choose the solution that we shall offer to the police at Brod. Though I confess... I am in two minds. I think the police at Brod would prefer the simplicity of the first solution.We have the uniform... to show the police.
- Bianchi: If we have the uniform, there must have been a man in it. So therefore, I elect the first solution.
- Bianchi: Oh, yes, I know. We are both envious of the husband.
- Hercule Poirot: Is, eh, is the husband as British as his tweeds?
- Bianchi: Oh, heaven forbid, he's a hotblooded Hungarian. If you but look at his wife, he would cease to be a diplomat.
- Hercule Poirot: Thank God we are not young.
- Bianchi: Ah, for the pen of a Balzac. For three days all these people, these total strangers, meet in a single train whose engine controls their destiny.
- Bianchi: Why did you not ask her if she had been to America?
- Hercule Poirot: Because I did not need to.