Character: M. Bouc

If we give the matter to the police, they'll just choose the culprit. Probably Marquez because his last name is Marquez. Or Arbuthnot, because of the color of the skin. Only you can ensure fairness.

- I must catch the steamer the next day he would set sail from France.
I bet that without you. They all had plans.
- You blame the fact that I am wasting my time, Mr Beech.
- Madam, I can't answer for snow drifts.
- You can, because you're the boss!
- I have a conference in Turin!
And I have a meeting at the factory in Sochaux.
Yes, some events are in the hands of God. And not for us to decide if we deserve to get to where you planned, or as Lucifer doomed to fall.

- How long we will be here to stay?
- It is necessary that someone did something.
- Of course, I do something I do nothing. Exactly two hours and ten minutes ago we arrived in Brod on schedule. And the head of the station probably guessed that something had happened and had already sent a team that will dig up the engine and clear the way. Until then, I assure you, all of you will be warm, hearty and quite comfortably.

There is something strange in the fact that strangers are forced to spend many days together. Although they share only a desire to move from one place to another. Boredom plus anonymity, plus a rhythm-gently rocking.

Look around us people of all classes, of all nationalities, of all ages. For three days these complete strangers to each other people are inseparable - they sleep, eat under one roof. It takes three days, they parted to never meet again, and each goes his own way.