The Last Express (1997 Video Game)

Jacques Moyal: Conductor #2

Quotes 

• [first lines] 

  Conductor #2 : Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please. The Orient Express is now departing for Strassburg, Munich, Vienna, Budapest, Belgrade, Sofia, and Constantinople. All passengers should be on board.

• Conductor #1 : [Entire conversation is in French]  René, you spend more time here than in your own car.

  Conductor #2 : I tell you, I have nothing to do. Number 9 is empty until Vienna... the harem is hiding and the eunuch will chop off my head if I go near them. I have read my magazine three times, and here I am.

  Conductor #1 : That's not a magazine you're reading. It has more pictures than text. That's no way to learn what's happening in the world.

  Conductor #2 : All right. For the return trip you can give me one of Mr. Jaures's pamphlets.

  Conductor #1 : Go ahead and laugh, but it's the Socialists who'll keep us out of war.

  Conductor #2 : I am not afraid of war. It is the Germans who want it, not us. But if they start...

  Conductor #1 : That's not the point. In modern warfare, nobody wins. Everyone loses. It's the military, the politicians, the industrialists of all countries who are bringing us to war. And it is us, the workers, the people, who will pay for it. As always.

  Conductor #2 : What are you saying? Are you a Socialist?

  Conductor #1 : I am a worker, like you. The only way to avoid war is to organize all the workers of Germany, France and England. We're the ones who will suffer. Not the politicians.

  Conductor #2 : Say what you want, but if they start we'll take back the Alsace. And the Lorraine!

  Conductor #1 : You still don't get it. Modern war isn't fought with swords anymore. It would be a massacre. This isn't 1870!

  Conductor #2 : Excuse me, I have work to do. But your ideas interest me. We'll continue our conversation later.

• Conductor #1 : [entire conversation is in French]  So you're here to continue our conversation of last night?

  Conductor #2 : I've thought about it. And I found the contradiction in Mr. Jaures argument.

  Conductor #1 : Oh yes? Explain yourself.

  Conductor #2 : You say that if there's a war, it won't be Germany against France. It will be the workers against each other.

  Conductor #1 : Precisely.

  Conductor #2 : And if they mobilize we should call a strike.

  Conductor #1 : If they mobilize-yes.

  Conductor #2 : And in that way, there will be no war.

  Conductor #1 : Naturally, without the workers there can be no war. With no railroads, no factories...

  Conductor #2 : There's the hitch. If we go on strike but the Germans workers don't, what will happen then?

  Conductor #1 : Wait a moment!

  Conductor #2 : That's the problem. They will be in Paris in three days. And where will your Mr. Jaures be then? In Brussels.

  Conductor #1 : Wait! You always simplify things. Obviously, we're talking about an international movement.

  Conductor #2 : Well, that's that. Too bad Mr. Jaures didn't come. I would have enjoyed asking him the question in person.

  Conductor #1 : You poor fool! Even if you had dared...

  Conductor #2 : Admit it. I've won the argument.

• Conductor #1 : [conversation is in French]  You again?

  Conductor #2 : Every time I do the Paris-Constantinople I promise my wife I'll bring her back a piece of the East. Last time it was a copper bracelet. This time it looks like a postcard at best.

  Conductor #1 : No tips?

  Conductor #2 : The American is a big disappointment. And the Russian-forget him. Neither of them seem to appreciate the luxury of first-class travel. The German is usually a big spender, I've had him before. But this trip he's not in good form, he seems to have something on his mind.

  Conductor #1 : Maybe your luck will change. I think he's got his eye on the musical angle in compartment F, who's been serenading us so sweetly all morning. When a gentleman wants to impress a lady, he can be counted on to throw lots of money around.

  Conductor #2 : Oh well, if you're right, some of it will maybe land on me. Anyway, I'm pinning my hope on the harem's escort. You know who they belong to, don't you?

  Conductor #1 : I don't believe it!

  Conductor #2 : With someone like that, you never know. They treat you like dirt, spit in your face, threaten you and then a little gift at the end and you can retire to the Cote d'Azur.

  Conductor #1 : Not me. I've got my retirement all set up and it's not in France. 1914 is my last year in Europe.

  Conductor #2 : You can't wait, eh?

  Conductor #1 : If you could see the nice little house that's waiting for me in Algiers, you wouldn't miss Europe either. It's paradise if you know how to enjoy it.

  Conductor #2 : Ask the ladies in the last compartments.

  Conductor #1 : Careful, you don't want to jeopardize your reward at the end of the trip.

  Conductor #2 : Reward? The only reward I'll get from this guy is a sword in the belly! So long.

  Conductor #1 : See you later.

• Conductor #1 : [Occurs if Cath throws Tyler's body off the train, entire conversation is in French]  Everything fine?

  Conductor #2 : Not really. The police are in my car.

  Conductor #1 : I know that, but why did you leave?

  Conductor #2 : Oh well, if the eunuch wants to chop off their heads it's not my problem.

  Conductor #1 : So what are they looking for?

  Conductor #2 : Don't you know? They found a dead body on the tracks. They seem to think it was thrown off our train. They're checking all the compartments in my car. Yours is next.

  Conductor #1 : Who is dead?

  Conductor #2 : A foreigner. The body hasn't been identified yet.

  Conductor #1 : Then why do they think it is one of ours? Our passenger list is complete. No-one is missing.

  Conductor #2 : Who knows? I'm just following orders.

  Conductor #1 : On this train, if it isn't one thing, it's another.

• Monsieur Boutarel : [During the hijacking, entire conversation is in French]  I want to know what is going on.

  Conductor #2 : I'm sorry, sir, but the company no longer has control of the situation. We are asking all passengers to remain in their compartments until we are able to stop the train.

  Monsieur Boutarel : Stop the train! Do you mean that the train is out of control? Oh my God, we're going to die!

  Madame Boutarel : [François starts crying]  Claude! Calm yourself! Oh, my darling, don't cry. Mama is here, everything is fine.

  Monsieur Boutarel : This is absurd! I have a wife and a small child here! Something must be done! I demand to speak to the engineer immediately!

  Conductor #2 : I will send the trainmaster to you right away, monsieur. But please, stay in the compartment. It is for your own safety.

  Madame Boutarel : Claude! Do as he says. Sit down! There's nothing you can do.

• Conductor #2 : [If Cath "borrows" the passenger list, entire conversation is in French]  Good evening, Uncle.

  Trainmaster : Have you forgotten something?

  Conductor #2 : Er... no... you must mean the passenger list... Well, I can't seem to find it anywhere.

  Trainmaster : You can't find it? What?

  Conductor #2 : It was here in my magazine, I had it all ready to bring it to you. I can't imagine it fell out, but I've looked everywhere.

  Trainmaster : And Coudert's?

  Conductor #2 : They were together.

  Trainmaster : This is too much. What will I say in my report? My lazy, incompetent nephew, who only got this job because I backed him, lost the passenger lists for both sleeping cars? I think you'd better find that list before we reach Budapest.

  Conductor #2 : Yes, Uncle. I'm sorry, Uncle. It must be here somewhere.

  Trainmaster : When I was your age I was your age I was still carrying bags. Kids today, life is too easy for them. They don't appreciate anything.

• Conductor #2 : [If Cath returns the passenger list, entire conversation is in French]  Ah! Uncle. Good news. I found the list.

  Trainmaster : Where was it?

  Conductor #2 : Ah... in my magazine where I put it. I don't know how I missed it. I looked and looked and gave up. Then I turned the page and there it was!

  Trainmaster : Unbelievable! You're an even bigger dunce than I thought. I was running around in circles trying to figure how to get out of this. Listen, not a word about this to Coudert, understood?

  Conductor #2 : Of course, Uncle. I'm sorry, you can't imagine. It won't happen again.

  Trainmaster : And for the last time, stop calling me Uncle!