[名探偵ポアロ]偶然乗った列車で起きた殺○事件、想像すらできなかった犯人の正体 | オリエント急行殺○事件

A man with a cool mustache. This Belgian man is a bit of a weirdo, but even the eggs he had for breakfast have to be the same size. These are two perfectly good oeufs. Even when he poops, there are no exceptions. Right. Regardless of his personality, this man, who is only good with his arms, is... My name is Hercule Poirot, and I am probably the greatest detective in the world. Hercule Poirot. He is said to be the greatest detective in the world, and he is in demand all over the world. One day, while he was enjoying his vacation in Turkey, Mr. Poirot, you are from the British Consulate. it seems that another incident has occurred in the UK. It appears that I must travel with you tonight, Book. And so, Poirot boarded the Orient Express. Today, the 13 passengers on the same train as Poirot are Rachet, who sells artworks, the butler, Masterman, who supports him, and McQueen, his secretary. Marques, who sells cars in the US. Pilar, a teacher. Devnam, who was a teacher at home. Gerhardt, a professor from Austria. The Russian Dragomirov duke's wife and his wife's maid, Hildegarde. Count Andreni of Hungary and his wife, Elena. Mrs. Havard, a single-traveler. The black doctor, Barbasnot. And so, the 13 passengers and the train carrying the great detective Poirot head for London. Right after the train departed, one of the passengers, Rachet, found a letter on the bed. Could it be that a blind man boarded this train? He couldn't sleep because of anxiety. The next day, Rachet called Poirot. I would like to offer you a job. I would like to hire you to watch my back. But for some reason, Poirot refused his offer. The reason was... I do not like your face. The Orient Express passes through the mountains and night comes again. At that time, a strange sound came from Rachet's room. Mr. Rachet? It's him. Good night, Mr. Poirot. Rachet's voice was a little strange, but sleepy Poirot fell asleep again. But at this time, the sound again... When he hurried out, a man in a red gown came out of Rachet's room. After that, the conductor, Michel, came out of Mrs. Havard's room. I wondered what was going on, but Poirot, who was very sleepy, fell asleep again. However, the next abnormality caused a flood, and the train stopped due to the snow. The people on the train will wake up in the morning on the cliff at the top of the mountain. A butler brought breakfast for Rachet, who was still in the room. Breakfast for you, Mr. Rachet. He was dead. Rachet had 12 scratches on his body, and the length and depth of the wounds were different. The doors between coaches were locked that night, hmm? Absolutely! Done myself! The train's been searched. There's no one hiding on it or under it. We can therefore limit our investigation to the occupants of the Calais coach. From this moment on, everyone here is a suspect in a murder case. Poirot began investigating in earnest, and interrogated one by one. Specific enemies Rachet might have had? He got a couple of nasty letters. That's sad. When did you last see him? It must have been just after 10. He called me in to go over our sales in Italy. I struck up a chat with the colored doctor at Bothnod. When did your party end? Just after 2. I last saw Mr. Rachet at 9 o'clock. I brought his coffee and... You have the toothache, I think. This sympathetic Rachet, was it his usual practice to drink coffee at night? Especially so last night, he found a letter in his compartment. I come to my room, which I share with an unhappy English butler. The fish, he groans a lot. But I'm sure he saw me sleep all night until morning. Poirot investigated the crime scene in detail. He has 12 stab wounds. Here and there, no pattern at all. All 12 stab wounds are different. Hey, the watch. The watch stopped at 1.15. Now, let us see. Here... A cup with the smell of a sleeping drug called Barbitar. A high-class handkerchief with the initial H engraved on it. And even a pipe cleaner for cigarettes. Of clues dropped most conveniently yet all. But the most important clue that Poirot came up with was... Perhaps to burn evidence? A burnt hair clip. There may be some secret hidden in this hair clip. You will adjust the flame. Poirot found the message of a burnt hair clip in a somewhat mysterious way. You are mistaken, mon ami. This one has a secret to tell. He noticed that the message was there. I know the dead man's real name. It is not Ratchet, but Cassetti. Two years ago, there was an incident that shook the whole world. The famous pilot, Colonel John Armstrong, lived happily with his wife, Sonia, and his daughter, Daisy. One day, his daughter was kidnapped. The kidnappers even paid for his daughter's alimony. But Daisy was found to be a cold corpse. At the time, Sonia was pregnant with her second child. But she was shocked and had a miscarriage. In the end, Sonia and her child lost their lives. After that, John Armstrong, who could not bear the pain, gave up everything and the happy family collapsed in an instant. Poirot was convinced that the dead Ratchet was the culprit of the incident, Cassetti. Mrs. Hubbard came to Poirot, who was about to start interrogation again. What I have been trying to tell you all day. She claimed that the culprit had entered her room. I told your conductor. I said, check the communication door between my room and Ratchet's. He must have left through there. It was unbolted. But I have proof. It's true. It is in the uniform of an Orange Express conductor. I'm not missing him. I call it evidence. Thank you so much, Mrs. Hubbard. The outline of the mysterious case began to appear faintly. You are a missionary, but you're trained as a nurse before you change professions, yes? I owed it to God. Did you leave your compartment at all last night? Only once, to get an aspirin. When I went to see Mrs. Hubbard, first I opened the wrong door. What time was this? 20 minutes to 11. Is it possible that Miss Debenham left your compartment without you noticing? No. I sleep very lightly. The slightest sound and I bolt upright. My conference is in Turin. I am the only Austrian to present, which means without me, the talks will be substandard. May I bring Hermione Debenham? Do you ever go by Hermione? A constant Mary when I'm not employed as Miss Debenham. You knew the doctor before traveling? No. Very well. And the interrogation continues to the Duchess of Dragomirov. After dinner, I came to bed. Were you ever acquainted with a family by the name of Armstrong? Poirot, who thought that Ratched was Cassette, thought that this incident was someone's revenge, and confirmed what kind of relationship each person on this train had with the Armstrong family. Daisy was my goddaughter. Surprisingly, the Duchess had a direct relationship with the Armstrong family. The man killed last night, his true name was Cassette. The coincidence must see what I'm bare about. Now I'll ask you a few questions of your Freilein Schmidt. The other conductor, you mean Michel? No, a different one that had to work on me. But there should be no other conductor here. Are you sure you did not see him? I'm certain the other conductor was a small man with a... ...to find a uniform and a red kimono. Oh, McQueen. It was the smell of McQueen's drink. Poirot pursued McQueen to draw out his confession. But at this time... ...the doctor, Arbuthnot, testified his alibi. Poirot remembered that there was a pipe cleaner on the scene of the incident. You're pipe cleaners, n'est-ce pas? When did you first meet Miss Debenhams? We met when we shared the railway convoy car from Kirkuk to Nisbet. She claims otherwise, and she has made herself problematically suspicious. Who is lying here? Poirot, who was still suspicious of McQueen, began to tell the truth he was trying to hide. Was it to appease a much-loved but demanding father? Responsible for the prosecution of the Armstrong case. In fact, McQueen's father was deeply involved in the Armstrong case. And yet you claim that you did not know Ratchett was Cassetti? No. But at this time... Someone kick in the door! Fortunately, Mrs. Hubbard's life was not in danger, but she gathered everyone in one place to prevent further crime. Sam, conserve heat. Remain in the open safely in view until morning. And Poirot, who went to call Count André, who did not come out of the room, found something in this room. You are always under the influence of... Marbetal. I take oceans of it. It was the same sleeping pill used in the crime. Is this your only dressing gown? She also looks for the red gown, but at that time... I like speaking to detectives. You never know what they're going to ask you next. I'm particularly good at capitals. My governess was a stickler for geography. Poirot realizes something from the words of the Countess, who said without thinking. Madam, your name is not Elena, it is Helena. The sister of Sonia Armstrong. She was also a victim of the Armstrong case. However, there are also suspicious people other than the Countess. You are neither an Austrian, nor a German, nor a professor. Your gun, the checkered grip, the blue finish, produced for the police positive edition. Why is there no suspicious person on this train? Poirot loses his way between a lot of evidences and alibis. And at dawn, Poirot calls the most secretive teacher, Debnam, and interrogates him again. Perhaps, but so many people have lied to me on this train and do not seem to mind you yourself did so effortlessly. You were living in the Armstrong household as governess to their daughter. Cassette, he was a pig. He deserved to die. At that moment, he thought, is she really the culprit? She didn't kill him. It was Arbuthnot, the doctor. John Armstrong was my best friend, my commander. He sent me to medical school, gave me a future. I did. Is Arbuthnot the culprit? From the situation, it seems that everyone is related to the Armstrong case. What is the relationship with this case of the only woman who did not give any hint? If you are interested, please check from the main story. So far, it was a murder case in the movie Oriental Express. See you in the next video.