04x03 - m*rder on the Midnight Express

[bunniefuu]

(cymbals crashing)

(triumphant music)

(engines humming)

- Malov.

It would help if we
knew what he looks like?

- At least we know he exists,
Sir.

Ivan Malov, Clerk, 2nd
Class in their embassy.

- A clerk, 2nd Class?

- Attached to their
Special Services.

You would have access
to their coding system?

Distribution?

And he says he's in possession

of at least two top
secret files.

- He says, you didn't
try to check him out?

To, um, verify anything he said?

- Malov spoke to me for
no more than a minute,

he was on the run then
and frightened.

He told me he wanted to defect,

that he had important papers.

- But, of course you
checked on him, Parker,

the general knows that you did.

Would you have passed
up the chance

of getting your hands
on something

that might have proved
very special?

You all know what these
defections are,

the sudden
holding-corner things.

We don't get the chance of
getting

everything in triplicate.

He's frightened, eh?

- Scared silly, he's wants
our protection.

- And he shall have it.

But it would help to
know what he looks like?

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(drums pounding)

(suspenseful music)

(g*n firing)
(dramatic music)

(engine gunning)
(g*n firing)

(dramatic music)
(g*n firing)

(ominous orchestral music)

He's late.

Very late.

He isn't coming.
- Or he's been intercepted.

(phone ringing)
(suspenseful music)

Hello?

- Parker?

Malov here, listen carefully.

(drums pounding)

(suspenseful music)

That's it, Parker,
tomorrow morning.

I'll make myself known
to him and only to him.

Goodbye, Parker.

- Malov!
(drums pounding)

- Well, what's he said?

- Instructions for
another meeting.

It'll be.
(suspenseful music)

- That's all?

- [Parker] He won't do it
any other way, adamantly.

I told you, he's a very
frightened man.

- Well, we shall just have to
go along with him, shan't we?

(suspenseful music)

Unless you have a better
suggestion, General?

(engines humming)

(train speaker instructing)

- They've made up both berths.

I distinctly told them
you'd be traveling alone.

You need privacy, I
told them that!

- Father, does it matter?

Does anything matter?

I'll have them fix it later.

- I reserved a table for the
first sitting for dinner,

first sitting so you can
get to bed early.

- Excuse me, please, that's
my compartment. (laughing)

Here we are.

God, in his infinite wisdom made

us a certain, agreeable size

but the architect of this
train was clearly an atheist.

- After dinner, take a
sleeping pill,

then tomorrow morning
when you wake up,

you'll be in the country.

The country air'll do you good.

(people cheering)
Helen?

- [Friend] Have a nice time,

don't do anything we
wouldn't do.

(people exclaiming)

- [Friend] Yes, I have it
all in the car,

yes, I have it all in the car.

(people cheering)

- Come here.

Hey, hey.
(woman laughing)

Breathe in!
- Oh!

- Helen, there'll be somebody
else for you, other chances.

- [Attendant] Excuse me,
Miss, off any minute, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Look, I'll be down at
the weekend,

perhaps we could go riding,
you used to like to ride?

The most important thing
is that you should relax.

Now don't think about,
don't think about anything.

Bye, bye.

My daughter's in B6,
Helen Marlow,

I'd like you to look
after her for me.

- We look after all the
passengers, Sir.

- No, no, no, special service.

My daughter's just
out of hospital,

had a nervous breakdown,
so if she needs anything.

- Don't you worry, Sir.
- Thanks.

- I'll look after her, Sir!

- [Peter] Hold it!

- Just made it, Sir.
- Yes.

D13.
- This way, Sir.

(tracks rattling)

First or second sitting
for dinner, Sir?

- Oh, uh, neither, I'm slimming.

Don't want to be disturbed.

- Right.

(door knocking)

Oh,

excuse me.

Dinner will be ready in
about half-an-hour, Sir.

First or second sitting?

- We'll think about it.
- Right.

Won't see them again!

(door knocking)

- I, uh, I guess the
bar is open?

- Yes, Sir, but it's that way,
Sir,

you're going away from it.

- The old hunting
instincts must be slipping.

Thanks!

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(door knocking)

- First or second
sitting for dinner?

- [Passenger] Second, please!

(door knocking)

(door knocking)
- Miss Marlow?

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

- Yes?

- First or second sitting, Sir?

- Sitting?

Sitting sounds like some
ghastly student demonstration.

- No, Sir, dinner, Sir.

- No doubt that'll be
a ghastly event, too?

The potatoes pulverized by the
perambulations of the train.

The melon mangled and the wine
shaken to its very sediment.

(smirking) Second sitting.

- Hillary!

Hillary Vance!

- Madam?

- Oh, you've forgotten.

Well, I know it must be
near 20 years,

but I think it was most
ungallant of you to forget!

Paris, your saved, my
Pomeranian, Edith!

- Of course, my dear, Edith,
how are you?

- Edith was the Pomeranian.

You have forgotten.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

I've been accused of
many things in my time

but never of ungallantry!

- Penelope--
- Chemston-Smythe.

There, you see! (laughing)

Well, well, well, well, well,

how extraordinary to
find you here!

And how pleasant, too!

No need to ask you how you are,

you're looking tres-elegante!

And how is poor little Maude?
- Edith.

- Edith.
- A little stuffed.

And now she's sitting on
the mantel shelf,

it was a very long time ago.

- Oh, longer than I
care to remember!

- You haven't changed at all!

- Well. (laughing)

A little older?

- Considerably older.

And manner and voice,
impervious to time!

- I would invite you in, but
two in this place would render

it more horrendous that
the Black Hole of Calcutta!

Perhaps later at dinner?
- Perhaps.

I still think you've forgotten.

- No, no, no, no, no,
I remembered your name!

- My name, perhaps, but do you
remember our actual meeting?

- Vividly!

- And what you said to me on
(speaking foreign language)?

- I shall never forget it.

- Then, tell me.

Yes, you have forgotten.

I shall give you time to
think about it

and ask you again

later.

- It really is the most ghastly
way to travel from A to B.

I should probably write some
very rude letters around.

(door clicking)

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

What is it now?

- Barkly, D13.

- D13?

Across or down?

It sounds like the
crossword puzzle.

- Oh, no, Sir, D13,

compartment D13, that's
where I am if I'm needed.

- That, I suppose, is for
starting sprint events?

- Oh, no, Sir, it's
just in case.

- In case of what?

- Trouble, Sir.
- Trouble?

You may not have noticed,
D13, or whatever your name is,

but you already have
very big trouble.

- In what way, Sir?

- In my way and that
can be trouble

on a grand and ghastly scale.

You may have gathered
I am unhappy,

I am uncomfortable and I
am acutely aware

of feeling more than
slightly ridiculous!

This whole affair is
tinged with ridicule

that has an air of
imminent disaster!

- Oh, I just popped in to see

if everything was all right,
Sir.

- You clearly only understand

the lesser Cantonese
dialects of China.

- Sir?

- Well, clearly
manifest you do not

understand the English language.

You pop in to see if
everything was all right

and I've told you no, it
is not all right,

it is far from right, it
is very wrong,

not slightly or in several
ways but totally wrong!

This place is cramped to
the point of claustrophobia

and I'm not used to
being cramped!

I am a man with a love
of open space!

Inordinately fond of it,
to the point of fetishism.

Open space and deep luxury
and warmth from

haute cuisine and
scintillating company!

Are you with me?

- Well, I, uh--

- Certainly, if you are
scintillating

then your scintilater is
badly in need of repair.

You popped in to see if
everything were all right,

I've told you no, it is
not all right,

so you can pop out again!

Go on, and off you go!

- Won't be for long, Sir.

- Time is relative and
I've already spent

several decades in this
alien environment.

- Just a few hours?

You won't have to write
any more rude letters, D13.

- Rude letters?

Wouldn't even know
how to be rude?

- [Wife] Darling?

(ominous music)

(tracks rattling)

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

- Miss Marlow, dinner's
now being served.

(door knocking)

Miss Marlow!

(door knocking)

Dinner's being served, Miss,
the dining car's that way.

Can I help you, Miss?

- No, I'll be along directly.

- [Attendant] Yes, Miss.

(door clicking)

(tracks rattling)

(cars roaring)

- Oh, good evening, Miss?

- Marlow, Helen Marlow.

- Number four, Miss.

- Number four?

- Looks as though I'm
the lucky one.

Name's Mallory, Bob Mallory.

(tracks rattling)

I can usually judge when a
person needs to be left alone,

but you think a
drink might help?

(laughs) Not a drown your sorrow

and wake up tomorrow feeling
like hell sort of drink,

just a socially warming
glass of wine.

- (crying) I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

- There's no need to be, here.

- Thank you.

- They say that tears are
supposed

to be good for the eyes.

It cleans and refreshes them,
makes them more sparkling

and beautiful than before.

You must cry a lot.

- You're sweet.

- I know I shouldn't have
packed that kangaroo.

What about some wine?
- Thanks.

- I think you'll find that
this is a patient little wine.

It's been sittin 'round
quietly here in its bottle

since 1968, just waiting for
the right girl to come along.

Speaking only for the
wine, you'll understand,

I'd say that patience
was a virtue.

(tracks rattling)

- [Hillary] And
further more I think

I can say without contradiction,

or even a ribald of a mule.
(door knocking)

- Oh.
- Yes?

- [Peter] Sorry, I
thought I heard?

Sorry, wrong compartment.

(door knocking)

- Who is it?
- It's me, Barkly, Mr. Vance.

- What do you want?

- I'm just checking
you're all right?

- I've told you before,
I am not all right!

I have very, very jungle fever
and the creeping Black Death.

- What was that?

- [Hillary] I am very contagious

and I wish to be left alone!

- I see, right!
(suspenseful music)

- We were going to be married
that week, he died instantly.

- How long ago was that?

- A year ago.

Since then I've been
in and out of hospital.

A breakdown.

I keep seeing his face,

dead.

I'll always see it.

- Well, I'm no psychiatrist,

but I would have thought a year,

no matter how much
you loved him,

it should be healing by now?

- You, you don't understand.

I was driving the car,

I k*lled him.

I, I don't know why I told
you all of this, Mr. Mallory.

- Bob.

You needed to talk.

Yes and they'll be
needing this table,

other people have to eat.

It was very nice meeting you,
goodnight.

- Well, I'll see you tomorrow,
perhaps?

- I wasn't making polite noises,

it was really nice
talking to you.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- Right.

(can popping)
(ominous music)

(ominous piano music)

(door knocking)

- Yes?
- Second sitting for dinner.

- All right, thank you.

(suspenseful music)

I don't know why I
should thank anyone

for what promises to be
an indigestible event,

I really don't know?

What could one say in
(speaking foreign language)?

The sun shining through the
trees, or was it the moon?

Was it day or night?
(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(tracks rattling)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(Helen screaming)

(tracks rattling)

(feet pounding)
(Helen gasping)

- Miss Marlow, Miss Marlow!

What is it, Miss,
what's happened?

(Helen gasping)

Miss Marlow!

- [Passenger] What's going on?

- [Attendant] It's all right!

- I heard a woman screaming?
- Me, too!

- Miss Marlow!

- What's wrong?
(Helen gasping)

Helen!

Helen?

- He, he's dead!

He's just lying there!

I think someone's k*lled him!

He's in the compartment
next to mine!

There's blood, Bob!

- All right, take it easy.

- I saw him!
- All right, all right!

Now just calm down!

Calm down, calm down, all right?

Let's take a look, shall we?

Come on.

('60s radio music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)

(keys jingling)
(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- Oh, what on Earth is
this a deportation?

- Mr. Vance?

- Yes, I know who I am and you,
too,

but who are these other people?

- I'm sorry, Sir, but
we knocked, Sir.

- Well, I was dozing.

I mean, I'm entitled
to doze, I would think?

- I'm terribly sorry, Sir,
but I had to make sure.

- Make sure of what?

- That you were alive!

This lady,

she said that you were dead.

- Indeed?

Well, Madam, some of my jealous

and inferior colleagues
may well wish it,

but I can assure you I am
very far from moribund.

- But?

He was dead.

There was blood!

I didn't imagine it,

he was dead!

I saw him! (crying)

('60s radio music)

I saw him!

He was lying there, he was dead!

- I think it's best
that you just lie down,

try and get some sleep.

- Really, I saw him!

I saw him!

- Come on.

- Sorry to disturb you, Sir.

So sorry.

- [Hillary] Nothing
surprises me, nothing.

- And what's going on?

- Nothing to concern
yourself about, Barkly,

just some nonsense.

I'm going in to dinner.

- Get some sleep, hmm?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Now, if you need me, I'm
in the next carriage, E11.

Goodnight.

- [Peter] What's been happening?

- She reported him dead!

- Who?
- Her!

Said she saw Mr. Vance dead!

- What?
- m*rder*d!

- We shouldn't be getting
into a sweat about it, though.

Her father told me she
hasn't been quite herself,

you know what I mean?

- [Peter] Was that right?

- Yeah, I'm afraid so.

- I could follow the
potage du jour

with the most
digestible filet of meat

you can find in your kitchen.

I shall require it be
lightly dusted

with black pepper and a
soup sot of salt.

And then grilled, grilled
not fried, mind you,

for 45 seconds on each
of it's flatter surfaces.

Not 44,

not 46

but 45 precisely,

hmm?

You may bring with it such
vegetables you may have stewing.

I doubt if I shall eat them,

but the mere sight of them,
sad and soggy

in their respective dishes

may make the meat taste,
by comparison,

not better because the
word better implies

an optimism I do not truly feel,

but it make it taste edible.

- Yes, Sir.

- And a bottle of the Macaw.
- Yes, Sir.

- Try not to handle
it excessively

before you bring it
to the table,

I like my wine at room
temperature, not body heat.

- Yes, Sir.

Oh, can I help you, are
you dining, Sir?

- No, I've eaten, thank you.

- Ah, my bloodhound, Barkly.

(laughing) Or may I
call you D13?

You may join me for a glass
of sherry if you wish,

but not for dinner, I
prefer to dine alone.

Particularly, as you have
the expression on your face

of a man who has just
had a wall fallen on him.

- I was wondering, Sir?
- Encouraging.

To wonder is to question
and to question is

the first sign of a
developing intellect.

- That kerfuffle with the
American girl?

- Kerfuffle?

Kerfuffle is a word I do
not recognize,

it sounds like a dance
for two persons,

probably at its most popular
at the end of the late '20s.

But if you were to
substitute melee,

(speaking foreign language),
or even misunderstanding?

- Misunderstanding, Sir?

- But, of course
that's what it was!

That poor deluded girl
imagined me dead

and even you can see, Barkly,
that I am not dead! (laughs)

Mind you, I have not yet
eaten the dinner.

- It's funny though.

- If you find it funny, Barkly,

then your particular sense of
humor eludes me completely.

- Yes, Sir.

- Hillary!

Have you remembered it yet?

- Uh,

remembered?

I'm terribly sorry,
Madam, but I do have a--

- Oh, this Madam again, is it?

Oh, you have changed, you're
not the same man at all!

Not anymore!

I should like to carry you off

the (speaking foreign language),

that's what you said to in the
(speaking foreign language).

- (laughing) Well,
(speaking foreign language)

used to be the place.

(door knocking)
- Miss?

Miss?

Could I talk to you a moment,
Miss?

My name is Barkly, Peter Barkly.

It's about what you
saw or thought you saw.

Perhaps you are right, Miss,
about Vance,

perhaps you did see him dead,

I'd like to talk to
you about it.

I know you're upset, it's
understandable,

but I would like to
talk it over.

Look, if you change your
mind I'm in D13.

Barkly,

D13.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, beg your pardon, I
thought this was D13.

(suspenseful music)

- Please come in, Mr. Barkly,
and close the door behind you.

(dramatic music)

(tracks rattling)

- [Peter] Perhaps you
did see him dead?

Like to talk it over.

Barkly,

D13.

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

- [Helen] Mr. Barkly?

(door knocking)

Mr. Barkly?

(door knocking)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Everything to your liking, Mr.
Vance?

- I should prefer to be
on the Ile-de-France,

toying with some (speaking
foreign language) Provencal,

washed down with a premier
cru Pouilly-Fume 1965,

but the soup was just
this side of

mediocre.

You may quote that.

- Yes, Sir.

(suspenseful music)

(tracks rattling)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(Helen screaming)

(tracks rattling)
(ominous music)

(door knocking)

- Bob!

- Helen?
- Oh, Bob!

Bob!

You'll think I'm mad!

You don't think I'm mad, do you?

- No, no, no, no, of course not.

- Bob, that man, Vance, his
body's in my compartment!

- Huh?
- He's dead, Bob!

I told them, I told you!

- Shh, hey!
- Bob, he's dead!

- Take it easy, take it easy!

Take it easy.

Your compartment?
- Yes!

- Is it customary in
this establishment

to offer compliments
to the chef?

- Well, Sir, it doesn't
happen often.

- You surprise me.
- Sir?

- That it happens at all.

- Something wrong with the meal,
Sir?

- If you asked me if
there was something right

with the meal then my
reply would be shorter,

that I could summarize.

The plates upon which it
were served were,

to the casual scrutiny, clean

and of reasonably robust
porcelain

and the knife was sharp,

but quite unfairly
matched against the steak.

You may unwittingly
have stumbled upon

the greatest discovery
since penicillin,

the substitute for plastic.

I don't suppose you have a cigar

that couldn't be classified
as disgusting and nasty?

(dramatic music)

- Helen!

Helen, it's all part of your
delusion, your breakdown.

- No!

No!

- You told me yourself,
you keep seeing his face.

Now your mind can't bear
the guilt anymore

so you've substituted
another face.

- No!

No, his,

his body was there!

(crying) No, he was there!

- The man who's sitting,
eating dinner right now?

(Helen crying)

Come on.

Come on, I'll show you, then
maybe you'll realize I'm right.

Come on, see for yourself.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

There,

see!

- That's better!

The poets may wax idyllic
about the balmy night air,

but as far as I'm concerned,

it's good for one thing only,
pneumonia.

Ah, my morbid friend!

You are not, I trust,
representing

a company of undertakers?

You will drum up no business
here, longevity is on my side.

My father lived
until he was 110,

and even then we had to
finally sh**t him! (laughing)

A joke, note that I
seldom make jokes.

(tracks rattling)

- Wait here a second.

You've got some sleeping pills?

Take one and forget
all about it.

Helen, I'm an engineer and
I build bridges

so I understand
stresses and strains.

Too many,

and it just falls down.

Get some sleep, eh?

(dramatic music)

- Confetti.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(door knocking)

(ominous music)

- Oh, Miss Marlow!

You all right, Miss?

- Yes, I'm, I'm fine, thank you.

I just wondered if I could
borrow a paper or a magazine?

- Yes, (laughs) of course,
you can have this one.

- Oh, I'd rather have a
magazine if you don't mind?

- I've got a few over here.

This one do, Miss?

- Oh, yes, that's fine,
thank you.

- You should have rung, Miss,
that's what I'm here for.

You're okay now, are you?

- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

G'night.
- Night.

(drums pounding)

(door knocking)

(suspenseful music)

(lock clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- [Waiter] Best the
chef could do.

- Oh, thank you,
that'll be fine.

We just didn't feel like
a proper dinner.

- [Waiter] I understand, Miss.

- I shouldn't have
left her alone.

- Oh!
- Oh!

So, sorry!

Here.
- Thank you.

- Let me pick that up for you.

- It's nice to know some
courtesies still exist.

- [Hillary] My brief and
incredibly unhappy years

as cultural attache were
full of non-incidents,

of anticlimaxes and ennui.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Helen!

- [Hillary] We found
her lying here?

- She must have collapsed,
fainted!

(ominous music)

- Back to her compartment?
- Yeah, she's passed out.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

Helen, what happened?

- I don't remember?

- What were you doing down at
that end of the car, though?

- I went to borrow a magazine.

- That's right, Sir, she did.

- And then?

- I don't remember?

I keep having these,
these terrible dreams!

(crying)

- There, there!
- Blood on my hand now!

(crying)
- Come on.

I'll take care of her.

That is what you want, isn't it,

for me to stay with
you for a while?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Women!

- Particularly disturbed
and deluded women

who imagine things.

- 'Fraid you're right, Sir.

Her father did warn me.

Pretty sad, good night, Sir.

- Good night.

- Vance is dead.

I'm not mad, Bob.

(tracks rattling)

- Helen, you can't do
this, they're on honeymoon!

How would you like it?

Men have been k*lled for less.

A body?

Say, girl, Helen you
can't do this

this is like heisting on
the railroad or something?

- Listen.

- [Hillary] Caviar and
vodka may all be very well,

but after a little
while one pines

for the simple things in life.

The (speaking foreign language),
the pate a choux orange,

the occasional Chateau
Rothschild 1926, of course.

- All right, that is Vance.
- I told you.

- Why, it doesn't mean anything,

maybe they know him
or something?

- Hardly behaved as
though they know him!

- Oh, Helen!

- Bob, someone hit me!

- You say?

- Yes!

And everything I say is suspect,
isn't it?

- So, even if they do know
him, why keep a tape like that?

- There I am ahead of you.

Now look,

if Vance is dead

and if Vance is alive,

then there has to be
two of them.

The real one, I think, is dead

and the other one is
an imposter.

Now, if you were gonna
impersonate someone

as acid and erudite as
Vance, where would you begin?

With that voice.

And to do that, you'd need

to study recordings,
wouldn't you?

- If there is a body,

they must have tossed it
from the train.

- No, I've thought of that.

No, there is a body and
it's still on this train.

Look, throw a body from
the train and what happens?

Somebody finds the body,
the train stops

and there is an investigation.

Now that's something
they can't afford!

- Always presuming,
Helen, there is a they?

- Bob,

someone hit me.

- Where would you hide
a body on this train?

- In one of the other
compartments.

- No, it would have to
be somewhere,

somewhere

quiet

and empty.

Somewhere nobody goes.

- The luggage van.

(door sliding)

(Bob sighing)

Bob?

What's this one?

- Watch the door.

(locks clicking)

(bags crinkling)

(locks clicking)

(sighing) For a while there
you almost had me believing

we would find something.

That's crazy, Helen.

- Yes,

or I am.

- Come on.

(doors sliding)

(ominous music)

(tracks rattling)

(Attendant yawning)

(ominous music)

(water splashing)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(door knocking)

- [Attendant] Arriving
in 20 minutes.

(door knocking)
Arriving in 20 minutes.

Arriving in 20 minutes, Miss.

- Oh, thank you.

(door knocking)
- Mr. Barkly?

Heavy sleeper.

- Oh, no, he was up and
about earlier, I heard him.

He probably went to ply
some coffee out of the chef.

- [Attendant] Oh, thanks, Miss.

(door knocking)
Arriving in 20 minutes.

(door knocking)

Miss Marlow, we'll be
pulling in soon.

- Thank you.

(door knocking)

- Mr. Vance, pulling in soon.

- [Hillary] Right!

(g*n clicking)
Right.

(tracks rattling)

(door knocking)

- [Attendant] Pulling in soon,
20 minutes.

- Okay.

(tracks rattling)
(horn blaring)

- Well, which one of
them is Malov?

- Your guess is as good as mine,
General.

(General smirking)

I gave him my word, General.

My word.

Train should be coming
in at any minute now.

- [Attendant] Trust you
had an enjoyable trip, Sir?

- If you trust that then

you must have implicit
faith in miracles.

(brakes squealing)

(gate rattling)

(suspenseful music)

- He's here, why can't we--

- Because I gave him my word!

And because one false move
and you'll scare him off,

Malov will run!

He made it perfectly clear,
General.

He saw Hillary Vance
lecture in his own country.

Vance is unmistakable,
but he is the only man

Malov will hand himself over to.

Anyway, Barkly will
be tailing him.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(locks clicking)

(ominous music)

(feet pounding)

- Helen!

- Bob, whoever heard of a
bride without a husband?

- Oh, nevermind about that,
the trunk!

- What?

- Vance's trunk, it's in
the guard's van, right?

- Yeah?

- Well, it's been nagging
away at me all night,

because I came aboard this
train right behind Vance

and I'll swear he didn't
have any runk then!

- Then someone else
must have brought it on!

- Exactly, because they knew
they had a purpose for it!

Come on!

(suspenseful music)

Hold it!

(locks clicking)

(ominous music)

- He's on his way out.

(suspenseful music)

(feet pounding)

- Mr. Vance?
(ominous music)

(feet pounding)

- Excuse me!

Excuse me!

- Hey, no ticket, Sir?

- There's no time to talk!

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(door clicking)

- Mr. Vance, I'm
sorry to put you

through this inconvenience.

But, I attended one of
your lectures once

and you are a very unusual man.

- I stand out like a sore thumb.

Or the last arbiter of good
taste in an age of mediocrity.

You have the papers with you?

- They promised me asylum,
protection.

- Yes, yes and you
shall have it,

but first, I must know
if you have the papers?

- They are here.

You will understand my anxiety,
I am sure.

You understand I'm a
target for them,

it was necessary that I...

No,

please!

(door slamming)

(Bob grunting)
(fist punching)

(Hillary grunting)

(Bob grunting)

(Bob grunting)
(metal slamming)

(dramatic music)

(boxes crunching)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(women gasping)

- I'd let her go if I were you.

You know what they'll
say if you strangle her?

(dramatic music)

- Yes. (gasping)

That I'm mad. (laughing)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)