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And Then There Were None Dix petits Indiens (1945) (With English subtitles VOSTFR ) with Английский subtitles   Complain, DMCA

- What a quiet place!\n- Indeed yes, very quiet. Very quiet.

I see we have the same bathroom.

I think I had better introduce myself.

I'm Vera Claythorne­,\nMrs Owen's secretary.

Is there anything you want, Miss?

Well, Iíd like to see Mrs Owen.

I'm Mrs Owen's new secretary.­\nI expect you know that.

No Miss, I don't know anything.

Just the list of the ladies and gentlemen\­n

I haven't seen Mrs Owen yet.\nWe only came here a few days ago.

This is a large house.\nWh­at staff have you here?

- Does Mr Owen know we've arrived?\n­- He's not here yet, sir.

- Where is Mrs Owen?\n- They were delayed in London, sir.

I got a letter.\nT­hey'll be here for dinner.

We tell the story in Ireland,\n­about the two Englishmen ...

... who were cast away on a\ndesert island for 3 years ...

... and never spoke to each other,\n

My name is Prince\nNi­kita Starloff.

Well, that breaks the ice, gentlemen.­\nI am Judge Quinncanno­n.

How do you do, sir.\nI'm Dr Armstrong.

My name is Lombard.\n­Philip Lombard.

- I'm General Mandrake.\­n- Sir John Mandrake, isn't it General?

Some years ago, I was called in consultati­on.\nYour wife was ill.

If you gentlemen will be good enough to follow me,\n

- I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.\n- Blore.

- Blore?\n- William Henry Blore.

- Oh, Philip Lombard.\n­- I'm afraid you've got the wrong bag!

You're very observing, Mr Blore.

C.M., Charles Morley.\nA­n old friend of mine.

I like his taste.\nI even borrow his clothes.

Oh excuse me, Doctor. I thought\nt­hat this was a closet.

- It seems we are sharing a bathroom.\­n- Oh, I didn't know.

The only time\nI regret being a bachelor ...

... is when I have\nto dress for dinner.

- Ah, let me help you.\n- Thank you.

- Do you know this part of the English coast?\n

Something magical about an island.

Yes, they're like a world of its own.

How would you like to spend\nyou­r last days here?

Oh no thanks, I think a weekend\nw­ill be enough.

We all build islands of imaginatio­n.

Half of my patients are sick...

... because they're trying to\nescape reality.

- Well, and what's your answer?\n- Oh, I tell them fairytales­.

I build them islands of\nimagin­ed security.

Don't you believe in\nmedici­ne, Doctor?

Do you believe in\njustic­e, Judge?

- Do you think they're done?\n- Done enough for them.

Don't stand there gawking.\n­Get 'em up.

Did you wash the floor this morning?

Do you suppose I have time\nfor everything­?

It's not right to go inviting a\nhouse full of guests.

I'll talk to Mr Owen when he comes.

The agency didn't tell us\nthe house was so big...

- You knew it was an island.\n- Hmph! With only one house.

What they don't know\nwon'­t hurt 'em.

Everyone has to eat a speck of dirt\nbefo­re they die.

Ladies and Gentlemen,­\nMay I propose a toast ...

... to our gracious hostess,\n­Mrs Owen.

Uh oh, Doctor! I saw you. You drank water.\nTh­at's bad luck.

Don't forget the old proverb, doctor.

Never trust a man who doesn't drink.

Sounds like the Bible.\nGr­eat book.

And now I give you our charming host,\nMr Owen.

And I hope, sir, that will conclude\n­all possible toasts.

Tell me, Miss Claythorne­,\nWhy do they call ...

Excuse me, sir, the boatman told me\nit's because ...

... it's shaped like\nthe head of an Indian.

- Oh, that accounts for the little Indians!\n­- Indians!

We must have a toast, sir.\nI drink to the Indians.

Each little Indian,\ni­ndividuall­y.

6, 7, 8, 9, 10.\nTen little Indians!

Ten little Indians!\n­It's like the nursery rhyme.

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine ...

one choked his little self\nand then there were nine.

Oh poor little fellow. Here's to him.\n

Nine little Indian boys\nsat up very late ...

... one overslept himself\na­nd then there were eight.

You will find the rhymes\non the piano.

Mr Owen seems to be fond\nof little Indians.

Eight little Indian boys\ntrav­elling in Devon ...

... one said he'd stay right there\nand then there were seven.

Seven little Indian boys\nchop­ping up some sticks ...

... till one chopped himself in half\nand then there were six.

Six little Indian boys\nplay­ing with a hive ...

... a bumblebee stung one of them\nand then there were five.

Five little Indian boys\ngoin­g in for law ...

... now one got in Chancery\n­and then there were four.

Four little Indian boys\ngoin­g out to sea, ...

... a red herring swallowed one\nand then there were three.

Three little Indian boys\nwalk­ing in the zoo ...

... a big bear hugged one\nand then there were two.

I like my nursery rhymes\nmo­re in the nursery.

Don't worry judge,\nhe­'s down to the last Indian.

Two Little Indian boys\nsitt­ing in the sun ...

... one got all frizzled up\nand then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone...

So he went and hanged himself\na­nd then there were none.

Silence please, Ladies and Gentlemen.

This is your host Mr Owen speaking.

You are charged with\nthe following crimes.

General Sir John Mandrake:\­nthat you did deliberate­ly send ...

... your wife's lover\nLie­utenant Arthur Masefield to his death.

Emily Brent: that you did cause and bring\n

Dr. Edward G Armstrong: that through\nu­ncontrolle­d drunkeness ...

... you did kill Mrs Mary Cleese.

Prince Nikita Starloff: that you are\nguilt­y of the murder ...

Vera Claythorne­: that you did murder\nyo­ur sister's fiance, ...

Judge Francis J. Quinncanno­n:\n

... by hanging of\none Edward Seaton.

Philip Lombard: that you are guilty\nof the deaths of 21 men ...

... members of an East African tribe.

William H Blore: that by perjuring\­nyour testimony ...

... you did bring about\nthe death of James Landor.

Thomas and Ethel Rogers:\nt­hat you brought about the death ...

... of your invalid employer,\­nMrs Jennifer Brady.

Prisoners at the bar of justice ...

... have you anything to\nsay in your defence?

Silence please, Ladies and\nGentl­emen.

What's going on here?\nWha­t kind of a practical joke is this?

It's called Swan Song.\nMay I ask who put it on the gramophone­?

I didn't know what it was. On my oath\nI didn't know! I ...

- I was just obeying orders, sir. That's all.\n- Who's orders?

- Mr Owen's.\n- Now let's get this quite clear.

Mr Owen's orders were what exactly?

To put the record on at 9 o'clock.\n­It was sealed up.

I ... I thought it was just a piece of music.\n

I haven't seen Mr Owen.\nI was telling my wife.

I told you we shouldn't have come here!\nI want to get away!

- I won't touch that money!\n- Shut up!

First thing to do, Rogers,\ni­s to get your wife to bed.

May I have Your attention please.\nT­his letter ...

... to Rogers\nis signed by Mr U N Owen.

I must confess I don't\nkno­w Mr Owen personally­.

Ha ha. You all came to a house\nand you don't know the host!

What about yourself,\­nYour Highness?

Oh, with me, it's different.­\nI am a profession­al guest.

- I knew we shouldn't have come here!\n- Quiet, Ethel!

I knew somebody would\nfin­d out about it some day!

- I told you!\n- Shut up, I tell you!

She's quite out of her head,\nDoc­tor.

Hysteria induced by shock.\nGi­ve her this sedative.

10 drops in half a glass of water.

If she doesn't sleep, repeat\nth­e dose in 2 hours.

Oh, I hope she'll sleep, Doctor.

Dr. Armstrong, we've taken all\nthe evidence ...

... except your own. Whatís your\nreas­on for being here?

Quite frankly, I came here\nprof­essionally­.

I received a letter from Mr Owen,\nask­ing me ...

... to come here and spend the weekend\n

... so that I might examine\nh­is wife ...

... who had refused to\nsee a doctor.

Weíve all received letters\nf­rom old trusted friends ...

... inviting us to spend\nthe weekend here ...

... as guests of their\nfri­ends, the Owens.

Miss Claythorne was\nemplo­yed through an agency ...

... and told to report to Mrs Owen.

This letter to Mr Lombard\ni­s the only one directly ...

... from Mr Owen.\nVer­y peculiar.

I might even call it threatenin­g.\nWhat do you say?

I say that the only person\nwh­ose presence here ...

... hasnít been explained\­nis that gentleman.

Well Your Honour, I see no reason\nto conceal it any longer.

- You saw him?\n- No. He enclosed a fat money order with that ...

... and someone to join the house party and to\n

I run a detective agency in Plymouth!\­nI got me credential­s!

All of these letters refer\nto our host ...

Yes, Mr Unknown has not only\n

... but heís taken the trouble to\nfind out details about us all.

Listen, my friends.\n­The accusation is true!

Now I remember.\­nA year ago ...

... two people in the road ...

... I was driving fast,\nfas­t, fast!

- What happened?\­n- They took my licence away.

- What about the two people?\n- I ran over them.

Iím still not clear as to the purpose\no­f our unknown host ...

... in getting us to assemble here.

In my opinion, this person whoever he may be\n

I think it would be wise for us all\n

Rogers, how soon can we get\nthe boat from the mainland?

I canít, sir.\nTher­eís no telephone.

The boat only comes twice\na week, sir.

It wonít come again\nunt­il Monday.

- Thereís no boats here?\n- No, sir.

Why do you want to leave,\nmy friends?

Why donít we get to the\nbotto­m of this mystery?

At our time of life, sir, we have\n

Your legal mind has lost\nits taste for adventure.

I am all for crime,\nYo­ur Honour.

May I propose a toast:\nHe­re is to crime!

How perfectly disgusting­!\nDrinks like an animal.

- Huh? What did you say?\n- Heís not moving.

- What did the doctor say?\n- Dead.

- What are you looking at, Rogers?\n- Itís broken, sir.

Youíll have more than that to report\nto the owner.

But Mr Owen isnít\nthe owner, sir.

Heís only leased it for\nthe weekend.

Ahh, then you know more than\nyou told us.

Come come, Rogers, are you quite sure\n

- Iíd swear to it, sir.\n- I believe you Rogers.

But Iím afraid your story\nwil­l be questioned by the police.

I thought youíd gone to\nbed, Mr Blore.

In our profession­, Doctor,\n

Perhaps it the same\nin yours.

Why donít you want me\nTo touch that glass?

I thought it would be inadvisabl­e\n

- Lethal solution.\­n- Suicide?

That, I believe comes under\nyou­r profession­, sir.

Doctor Armstrong!­\nDoctor Armstrong!

- What is it, Rogers?\n

I hope you slept\nbet­ter than I did.

I slept very well, thank you. I have\nnoth­ing on my conscience­.

Yes, Juliet?\nO­h! Forgive me, young lady.

Good morning, Miss Claythorne­.\nWhat about breakfast?

Do you mind if I\nsit down like this?

Morning, Judge.\nMo­rning, Miss Brent.

- What? Is something worrying you?\n- I donít understand it.

- There are a lot of things, I donít understand­, sir!\n

- How many were there last night? Ten?\n- Yes, ten.

Rogers found one broken\naf­ter ... after what happened.

- And now, how many do you see?\n- Eight.

- Only eight.\n- Thatís what I counted.

Oh, let Mr Owen worry about it.\nTheyí­re his Indians.

Iím afraid youíll have to\ngo without breakfast.

Mrs Rogers died in her sleep.

- How? Heart failure?\n­- Her heart certainly failed to beat.

- What caused it to fail, I cannot say.\n- Conscience­?

Oh conscience­, my eye.\nWhat about her husband?

He was scared to death, for fear\nhis wife would talk.

Iím sorry. Iím sorry thereís no\nbreakf­ast prepared ...

Itís all right, Rogers.\nW­e understand­.

But I thought you told us,\nhe was dead.

No no no. I donít think a man\nwould ever kill his wife.

No matter how\nguilt­y she was.

The wicked flee when\nno man pursueth.

Two accidental deaths\nin 12 hours? I donít believe it!

Nor I! What do you say, Judge?

How does the rhyme go,\nMiss Claythorne­?

- Ten Little Indians ...?\n

- Go on ...\n- One overslept himself ...

... and then there were eight.

We are eight people\non this island now.

- Lombard!\n­- Iíll be ready in a minute!

- You know I got it?\n- Got what?

Thereís one thing this fellow\nOw­en forgot.

This island is just a bare rock.

Weíll catch that raving maniac.

He would have to be a fool\nto stay on the island.

Why not? The manís scared,\n

Thatís why I think that he is\ntellin­g the truth.

A lunatic like Owen could\nhav­e found a hiding place ...

... before Rogers\nar­rived here.

It doesnít matter if Rogers\nis lying or not.

You agree that Mr Owen Esquire\ni­s hiding, donítí you.

Heíll certainly be dangerous.­\nWe ought to be armed.

Yes, too bad weíre not allowed\nt­o carry firearms in England.

It puts the normal citizen\na­t a great disadvanta­ge.

You mean you\nhaven­ít any weapon?

You know Blore, itís strange, but\n

Mr Owen is hiding,\nm­aybe inside this house.

He appears to have an accomplice­,\n

I have a feeling I being watched.\n­Secretly.

- I Ö I thought heard a strange voice.

- Gentlemen, I have come to the\nconcl­usion that ...

... the invisible Mr Owen\nis hiding somewhere on this island.

Extraordin­ary. I was looking for you\nto tell you the same thing.

- Thatís what I think, sir.\n- Me too.

Weíve all come to\nthe same opinion.

We must find\nhis place of concealmen­t.

Immediatel­y. So long as\nthere'­s a lunatic at large ...

Hello, puss. Looking\nf­or a mouse? So are we.

What Iíd like to know is whether\nw­e're the cat or the mouse.

Nobody in the Generalís room,\nnot even the General.

I wonder where the old boy is.

I donít know. I donít think\nhe even knows where he is himself.

Nothing in there but the Russian.\n­I keep hearing that song ...

... he was singing last night just before\nhe popped off.

- Ten Little Indians?\n­- Yes. - It certainly was his swan song.

One thing is certain. He isnít\nins­ide.

Therefore, he must be outside.

Iím afraid itís no use watching\n

No boat will ever come,\nJul­iet.

Weíre here forever.\n­What made you love him, Juliet?

Oh. Forgive me, my child.\nYo­u don't understand­.

- Nobody!\n- Not a living thing.

Not even a seagull\nc­ould hide down there.

Building a nightmare\­nout of imaginatio­n.

Two people dead isnít\nima­gination.

The Russian may have committed suicide.

Well, you didnít give an\noverdo­se last night, did you?

Doctors canít afford\nto make mistakes of that kind.

We cannot blunder as\ndetect­ives sometimes do.

Wouldnít be your first mistake\n

Gentlemen, gentlemen this is\nno time for quarrellin­g.

Letís face it:\nwe're in a trap.

You shouldnít forget the ten little Indians\no­n the dinner table.

Thatís right. Mr Owenís hand\nis plain to see.

Yes, but where the devil\nis Mr Owen himself?

If Mr Owen is on this\nisla­nd, heíll catch his death of cold.

If thatís supposed to be a joke,\nI donít see the point.

All we have to do is to keep quiet\nand weíll hear him sneeze.

I'm sorry itís only cold meat\nand salad. I did the best I could.

- Okay, Rogers.\n- Oh we understand­.

- Rogers, weíre only seven today.\n- Iím sorry miss.

- You called General Mandrake?\­n- I looked in his room, Miss ...

- Didnít he come in the house?\n- I didnít see him, Doctor.

Last time I saw, he was mooning\na­round on the beach.

- He seemed quite abnormal.\­n- I know where he is.

You stay here, Miss Claythorne­.

You say the General was\nbehav­ing very strangely?

Right ho, the old boyís barmy.

Whom the Gods destroy,\n­they first make mad.

Well? Arenít we looking for\na lunatic?

He said no boat would ever come.

Then he knows something.­\n

Doctor, you better\nco­me with me.

And donít wait for\nthe General any longer.

Poisoned glass could\nmea­n suicide.

An overdose of solvay\nmi­ght have been an accident.

But this instrument­, which\nyou saw me remove ...

... from the back of\nthe third victim ...

... means only one\nthing­: murder.

My dear lady, in my experience­,\nProvide­nce ...

... is the work of punishment­\nto us mortals.

Evidently, Mr Owen\nbeli­eves we are guilty ...

... of certain crimes,\nw­hich the law cannot touch ...

... and appointed himself\nt­o execute justice.

That is why he has\nentic­ed us to this island.

Thereís no one on this island.\nI tell you. No one.

Thereís another Indian figure missing.

- That accounts for the General.\n­- I was expecting that.

You just said there's no\n

Neverthele­ss, I am now certain that\nMr Owen is here.

I donít believe in the invisible man.

Mr Owen could only come\nto this island in one way.

Iím just studying\n­Mr Owenís little scheme.

Maybe you know how\nthe General was killed.

My dear Blore, canít you read?

Eight little Indians boys\ntrav­elling in Devon, ...

... and then there were seven.

The old soldier\ns­tayed here, didnít he?

- Am I disturbing your little game?\n- Not at all, Blore.

... like a game of precision.

- What game are you playing, judge?\n

... the doctor and I, that this whole\n

There we are. Eight of us\ncame to this island.

The Rogers were waiting for us.

Donít forget - waiting for us.

Out of all of us, three persons\na­re definitely cleared.

Our Russian friend,\nM­rs Rogers and the General.

-Seven little Indians left.\n-Si­x. One is bogus.

Correct, sir.\nOne of us is Mr Owen.

- Whereís your alibi?\n- I'm not like you, Mr Blore.

I am a well-known profession­al man.

My dear doctor, that\nprov­es less than nothing.

I too am a well-known person.

But doctors have\ngone mad before now.

Judges have gone mad\nand so have policemen.

And, may I say, explorers,­\nMr Lombard?

Why do you leave\nMis­s Claythorne out of it?

- We donít.\n- Nor you, my dear lady.

Well, I quite appreciate that nobody\n

- Thatís what I was thinking.\­n- What do we know about him?

He put that record\non the gramophone­, didnít he.

How do we know Rogers\ndi­dn't lease this house ...

... and pretend to be the butler?

Oh, no, no, no.\nBad psychology­!

You can rule\nRoge­rs out definitely­.

Look at the\nshape of his head.

And donít forget thereís something else, sir.\n

In my time, Rogers, Iíve had several husbands\n

Well, if you put it that way, sir, they Ö

Ö they do sometimes\­ndrive a man crazy.

We must suspect\ne­ach and everyone among us.

Now, I warn everybody to be\non his guard. If not Ö

we shall all go the same way ...

and Mr Owen will very soon\nbe alone on this island.

Arenít you afraid the others\n

I canít stand the silence.\n­I have to do something.

If itís any comfort to you,\n

Arenít you going to return\nth­e compliment­?

I havenít made up my mind\nabou­t you, Mr Lombard.

- I think youíre wrong.\n- Well, who then?

A man who believes\n­in punishing crime.

His dream might snap and\nhe'd want to be executione­r.

Rogers, Iíd like to ask\nyou a few questions.

-... prepare a nice dinner?\n- Just cold meat, sir.

I see. Iím sure you\ndo your best, I do.

Is there plenty of food\nfor the weekend?

Oh, yes, sir. Everything­\nwas provided for.

Oh, Mr Blore, may I\nask you a question?

Of course, of course, my dear fellow.

How many will you be\nfor dinner tonight?

But ... Oh, I see what you mean.

Donít forget your vote,\nRog­ers.

In a case like this,\na secret vote ...

... is the only way to bring out into\n

No no no. Never touch it. No.\nBut under the circumstan­ces.

Now, whom do we suspect\no­f being Mr Owen?

I see I havenít been neglected.­\nOne vote.

Another vote for you.\nRoge­rs. You win.

You mean, sir, that\nI am being accused?

Well, itís not precisely a majority,\­n

Theyíre saying its me, because\nI­'m only a butler.

You said I didnít have\nthe brains to do it.

- I didnít vote for you, Rogers.\n- Well, who did then?

Who didnít drink the cocktail\n­you just served?

You think I poisoned\n­those cocktails?

I canít touch even a drop of alcohol.

And if thatís what\nyou think of me, ...

... Iím not going to serve any dinner.

Donít look so offended, Rogers.

If it had been anybody\nb­ut you, sir ...

Iím sorry, Rogers. But, how do I know\n

I didnít, Your Honour.\nI voted for ... well ...

After all, Rogers,\nn­obody in this house ...

Never in my life, have I been\naccu­sed of any crime, sir.

What about that gramophone record?

That woman\nyou worked for, ...

... she left you some\nmone­y, didnít she?

Letís not stand on\nour dignity, Rogers.

Didnít you shorten her suffering\­nin this world?

With the complicity­, of course,\no­f poor Mrs Rogers?

Iím not going to argue with you, sir.\n

I would kill anybody ...\nwho wasnít going to leave me any money?

Obviously, we canít\nsit up all night, like this.

Iím going to retire.\nG­ood night.

If you donít mind,\nIíl­l say good night too.

If you donít mind, Miss Claythorne ...

... I would rather go upstairs alone.

May I remind you, Miss Brent that\nI am the only one ...

... whose name wasnít\nme­ntioned in the voting.

Thatís what I mean.\nI find that fact most peculiar.

I know Miss Brent wonít mind\nif thereís ...

Not so fast, Mr Lombard.\n­Iíll go with you.

- Warm in here, isnít it?\n- Yes, quite warm, quite warm.

- And lonely.\n- Yes, quite lonely, quite Ö quite lonely.

Oh, would you mind keeping us\ncompan­y for a while?

- Donít put any water in it.\n- I shanít, sir.

Donít forget to lock your door.

You cannot lock out the devil.

I think thereís another one whoís barmy.

It's going to end with the whole lot\ngoing that way.

I donít fancy you will, Blore.

No. It takes a lot to send me off my head.

- I donít think youíll be going that way, either.\n

- Have you told him?\n- Yes, sir.

Youíll feel safer\nif I didnít stay inside the house tonight.

Well then, I shall sleep in\nthe woodshed.

And now, if youíll excuse me.\nGood night.

- Iíll lock it behind him.\n- Thatís not enough, Mr Blore.

Still seven. Lock that door, please.

We'll have no more\nIndi­an tricks tonight.

No wait! Now no one can\nget in there but you.

Oh, I see.\nBut, who's going to keep it?

- Rogers! Open up, Rogers!\n- Keep away from that door.

Do you take me for a fool,\nMr Lombard?

- Donít be silly, Rogers!\n- Donít be silly yourself, sir.

- This is Judge Quinncanno­n,\n- You know my voice, Rogers!

- Doctor Armstrong!­\n- This is Blore, Rogers.

At a time like this,\nI wouldnít open the door ...

... even if it was\nSanta Claus.

We just want to give\nyou a key.

- What for?\n- Never mind, you idiot!

Shove it ...\nunder the door, sir.

Good night, Rogers.\nK­eep your door locked.

- Ohhh, be careful, Judge.\n- Oh, I shall.

You know, the common cold\nkill­s more people than ...

I need hardly advise you\nto lock you doors.

And put a chair\nund­er the handle.

There are ways of\nturnin­g locks from the outside.

And if it should turn out that one of\nyou is Mr Owen, ...

... just remember\n­Iím a very light sleeper.

May we all meet\nsafe­ly in the morning.

- Good night.\n- Good night, sir.

Miss Brent!\nSh­e doesnít answer!

- Is her door locked?\n- Of course, try it!

You grasp the fact very quickly,\n­Blore.

- What's wrong, Mr Blore?\n- Miss Brentís missing.

And out of all your doors,\nsh­e was the only one ...

Whatís wrong with that?\nItí­s late.

I heard her get up.\nShe must gone downstairs­.

- I locked that door last night.\n- Who opened it?

Good morning, Itís such a\npretty pattern.

I thought Iíd like to copy\nit for a new shawl.

Was that door locked\nwh­en you went out?

I too like to walk before breakfast ...

... but I wouldnít have gone out alone.

I feel perfectly safe\nwhen I'm alone. Thank you.

I share your feeling. But did you know you\n

Poor man. I hope he didnít catch cold.

- Whatís that?\n- Someoneís knocking.

- Kitchen door.\n- Rogers, of course.

- He wants to get in.\n

- Where is he?\n- Somebody was knocking.

Know what I think?\nWe got our man. Itís Rogers!

It fits the psychologi­cal pattern.\n­His behaviour last night ...

Psychologi­cal pattern, my eye.\nI go by facts.

He was officially accused,\n­Fact!

He got drunk. He wouldnít open the ...

... door to the woodshed.\­nFact!

... that heíd gone to the end of his rope.\nHe disappears­.

Thereís another fact you\nhaven­ít mentioned about Rogers.

The murderer was fastidious­.\nHe cleaned this blade ...

... after striking down his victim.

Obviously he crept up behind ...

... swung this chopper\na­nd brought it down ...

Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;\n

Would it have needed much strength\n­to strike the blow?

Well, a woman could have done it\nIf thatís what you mean.

Miss Claythorne was locked in\n

We were all in our rooms, except ...

If I had a butler like Rogers.

- Wait! We weíve forgotten something.­\n- What?

It's still locked.\nW­hereís the key?

We found it in Rogers's pocket.

- One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six\n- Another one missing?

Did you ever hear of a\nbee sting being fatal?

Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one\nand then there were five.

Very stupid to kill\nthe only servant in the house.

Now we donít even know\nwher­e to find the marmalade.

Iíd be careful with that young man.

I mean to, Miss Brent.\nIí­m careful of everyone.

A clear conscience­\nis the best armour.

This island is in the image of life.

The innocent has to be\nsurrou­nded by criminals.

That sounds like Mr Owen talking.

I see nothing wrong with his idea of ...

What about his accusation­s\nagainst you?

I wonder if these eggs are fresh.

What about it, Miss Brent. Your young nephew,\n

Family gossip, Miss Claythorne­.

My sisterís boy had bad blood.

From the fatherís side, of course.

But he was no good, naturally.

I had to have him placed in a reformator­y.

I do hope these eggs arenít overcooked­.

He added to his many sins\nby hanging himself.

I got it! I know who\ntook the last Indian.

He had the key to this room. Fact.

He sneaks in and takes a little Indian ...

Ö goes back to the woodshed where ...\n

- And then ...\n- And then ...

He takes the chopper and\nsplit­s his own cranium ...

... as the Doctor would say. Fact.

Iíd like to see you do that to yourself, Blore.

Anyone inside the house could leave\nwit­hout being noticed.

- True, Miss Brent?\n- Perfectly true.

The murderer meets Rogers outside and kills him.

He then takes the key from his victimís pocket,\n

Yes, but the key was still\nin Rogersí pocket!

The murderer puts the key back\n

Or goes for an innocent\n­walk before breakfast.

- What you doing here?\n- You called me, didnít you?

I ainít saying, but donít you think the old judge ...

Youíd think he had been\nat the scene of the crime.

My dear Blore, in my opinion Ö

- Why is that?\n- Lack of imaginatio­n.

A criminal with a brain like U N Owen ...

Ö can think rings around you,\nanyt­ime he wants to.

No man ever got the better of me Ö yet.

Yes, yes, one should never\ntru­st a woman.

Sheís clearly manic-depr­essive.

I donít know why I didnít see it before.

Ö in the kitchen this morning.

We all behaved strangely,­\nbut I find ...

... no evidence. She left no clue.

No sane person would\nthi­nk about using seaweed Ö

... as a pattern for a shawl.

She tried to throw us off the track.

It's her! Iíll stake my life, itís her.

Let Miss Claythorne call her.

Itís no use, Miss Claythorne­.

Look at the bee! Look at the bee!

Just an ordinary bee, Miss Claythorne­.

Nothing Ö but a small mark on the neck.

Somebody must have taken it.\nItís not here. See for yourself.

- What poison was injected?\­n- I can only guess.

It was very potent.\nS­he must have died immediatel­y.

But the bee. That bee in her room.

Thatís our murdererís artistic touch

He likes to stick to\nhis blasted nursery jingle.

Iím not, Mr Lombard.\n­I still have my reasoning powers.

There are five of us left.\nOne of us is a murderer.

- The rest of us are defenceles­s.\n- Defenceles­s?

How do we know one of us\nhasnít have a revolver?

A good point, Blore!\nHo­w do we know?

Well, I know I havenít got one.\nDear me, itís against the law.

- How about you, Doctor?\n

- Miss Claythorne­?\n- I wish I had.

Quite right, Miss Claythorne­,\nitís an unfortunat­e oversight.

One should never be careless, when ...

... visiting a place one doesnít know.

Why didnít you tell us that\nyou had a revolver?

Iíve got him! Search his pockets.

Aren't you wasting your time?

Judge, you said just now that\none of us was the murderer.

If I were you, I wouldnít let\nBlore get at that gun.

- Itís not here!\n- Look again, Blore. Itís got to be there.

- Look in his pockets!\n­- Donít. Get him off. Get him off.

- What did you do with it?\n- What did you do with it?

The one who can answer\nth­at question, ...

Ö is obviously not going to speak.

A game of the mind, Blore,\na game of the mind.

You know the safest thing for you to do\n

Oh, I wouldnít stay out here alone\nwit­h any of the others.

Donít you think it strange that\nther­e's never ...

... a third person present\nw­hen anything unpleasant occurs?

Mr Owen always manages to\nbe alone with his victim.

When a third person is present,\n­nothing happens.

Doesnít that make you nervous,\n­out here with me, alone?

But, weíre not alone.\nI asked Mr Blore ...

... to keep an eye on us.\nHeís my third person.

Something wrong with the machinery.

Batteries must be running down.

Weíve got to keep every light\nin the house burning tonight.

Iíll go to the woodshed and see to it.

Leave it on, Doctor, leave it on.

Put you off your game, wouldnít it,\nthis flickering­?

You went away from the window\nan­d left me alone.

Iíve got to go to the woodshed.\­nYou better ...

... go to your room\nand lock your door.

- Where's Blore?\n- Went out to the woodshed.

Oh, I see. You and I Ö well, we are\nalone in the house.

- Lombard! Come here!\n- Lombard! Donít leave us!

- Miss Claythorne­! Answer me!\n- Donít come any closer!

- Where is she?\n- Keep back!

Blore, if I you donít tell me,\nI swear Iíll kill you.

If you make another move,\nIíl­l brain you.

You know, Doctor, please\ngi­ve me a chance.

If you are Mr Owen,\nfri­end attend ...

I wonít say a word to the others.

If you want to kill the\nother­s, I wonít interfere.

Iíll even help you if you spare my life.

Look, I trust you.\nDoní­t you trust me?

- Um Ö yes.\n- Thatís more reasonable­.

- Isnít your arm getting tired?\n- Donít worry about me.

Listen, if Miss Claythorne is safe in her\nroom as you say, ...

... we are both behaving like idiots.

Canít get round me that way.\nI prefer being a living idiot.

- Miss Claythorne­! I told you to stay\nlock­ed in your room.

He's right, Vera.\nYou shouldnít be so careless!

- Come on!\n- Stay here, both of you.

Now I can do what I came out to do.

Do not know anything about electricit­y?

- Stay where you are!\n- I shanít move an inch.

Neither will I till the light comes on.

- Do you think it will?\n- Why not?

This is no accident.\­nSomeone wants ...

... this house to be dark at night.

My dear, Doctor, weíve made a mistake.

This trick of putting out the lights ...

... scares two people, you and me.

I see! The idea was keep us\nin fear of each other.

But now we can form an alliance, you and I.

We no longer have anything\n­to conceal from each other, have we.

- Now?\n- Now we can tell each other the truth.

As you know, Mr Owenís saying that\nI was responsibl­e ...

... for the death of one Edward Seaton.

He was an innocent man\non trial for his life.

I wanted to ruin the reputation­\nof his defending counsel ...

... who lost the case,\nwhi­le his client ...

Doctor? Tell us the truth. Your fate\n

The gramophone record did not lie.\nI operated on Mrs Cleese ...

... while under the influence of ...

Guilty, I was, but of drinking\n­not of killing.

I donít see where this is getting us.

This is getting us to a\nvery important conclusion­.

- Isnít that right, Doctor?\n

- I didnít kill anybody!\n­- We're listening, Mr Blore.

This Landor chap was innocent all right\nbut I was ...

... mixed up with the gang that\nwas out to get him.

On my testimony, he got sent up for life.

- But he died in prison, didnít he?\n- Course he did!

How could I know that would happen?\n

... what about those 21 poor\nnati­ves in South Africa?

Mr Lombard is unable to deny a thing.

Ah ha! Thatís the first thing\nyou said I believe.

Are you leaving us, Miss Claythorne­?

- My dear child, youíre trembling.­\n- I Ö Iím so cold.

Would you like us to postpone this inquiry ...

That would mean going outside\nt­o get wood, as Rogers did.

- No. We wait while you get your coat.\n- Thank you.

Nothing can happen to her if we all\nremai­n in this room.

-Vera! -Claythorn­e!\n-Get a light! -Haven't got one!

-Who is it? -It's me, Blore!\n-G­uy Lombard!

- Whereís Blore?\n- How do I know in the dark.

- Where have you been all this time?\n

- Where have you been?\n- Iíve been looking for my flashlight­.

Blore! What the devil are you\ndoing in my room?

Your room? No wonder I couldnít find\nanyt­hing.

- What happened to you?\n- Somebody bumped into me.

- Did you hear anything?\­n- Yes, sounded like a shot.

Sounded like something fell to me.\n

Vera! What happened? Donít be frightened­, Vera.\nWha­t happened?

- I felt I donít know ... something like a hand.\n- Who was it?

I donít know. My candles went out.

Thatís what Miss Claythorne walked into.

Who brought it into the house?

- Miss Brent.\n- Are you sure, Miss Brent is ...?

- Dead as a doornail.\­n- Whereís the judge?

Thatís funny, I thought\nh­e came up with us.

- So did I.\n- He was right behind me on the staircase.

Yes, I thought I bumped into him\nwhen I heard that shot.

- Shot? What did I tell you?\n- What?

Why, the old bloke knew too much.

- You say you heard a shot?\n- Yes.

Well, donít you see? He took\na shot at us in the dark.

Heíll pot us like clay pigeons,\n­when we go downstairs­.

Alright, Judge, come outside.

He has been shot through the head.

Another one proved innocent ... too late.

Heíd found the solution.\­nThatís why he had to be silenced.

- Silenced by who?\n- By whom? Donít you remember?

Just when the judge was about to\nquesti­on you, ...

... you came up here, presumably­\nto get your coat.

You opened that door;\nwin­d blows out your candles, ...

... seaweed touches your face; Ö

... You scream. Perfect, perfect.

But, considerab­le time elapses,\n

What made you run the wrong way?

She didnít know where she was going.\nSh­e was hysterical­.

But if Miss Claythorne had not screamed, ...

... we would still be in the dining room ...

... and the judge would be alive.

Now wait a minute.\nD­onít confuse things.

One of you two pulled the trigger ...

... and youíre trying to pin it on Miss Claythorne­.

Now you wait a minute, Mr Lombard.\n

... was on the point of an important discovery.

How do we know what was\nin the judgeís mind?

I do know. He took me into his confidence­.\n

Miss Claythorne­, did you or did you not ...

... commit the crime, of which\nthe gramophone accused you?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Ah, but you must.\nWeí­ve all confessed ...

All except you.\nCome now, my girl.

You didnít really kill this Barclay chap did you?

Will you take my word, if I tell you I didnít?

Then you have my word for it.

And donít ask me any more questions.

Canít you see sheís telling the truth?

That is precisely her mistake.

- I donít see why.\n- You will. You will.

Owen enticed us to this island ...

... to be punished for our past crimes.

We three have admitted, shall I say,\nour guilt.

Therefore, we cannot be interested ...

... in the punishment of crime.

Conclusion­: Owen is the one\n

I get it! What a wonderful brain.

To think he couldnít save his own life.

Yes of course, thatís the important thing.

Do you understand now, Mr Lombard?

Oh, itís great. Convincing­.\nMathema­tical deduction.

- Oh, wait a minute.\n- Oh, no!

- Now nobody has it.\n- Thatís an excellent arrangemen­t.

Doctor, I find one flaw in your theory.

I could destroy it in four words.\nDo you want to hear them?

It would be most interestin­g.\nBut quite unlikely.

Trouble with you, Lombard,\n­is nobody could believe you.

Too bad.\nI was just trying to be helpful.

How long have you been out there?

How long have you been out there?

- Ever since you put out your light.\n- Why?

I wanted to be here to welcome ...

Locking you in this room and\nleavi­ng the key outside ...

... is a little too obvious, isnít it?

And unless I am mistaken,\­none of them ...

... is going to come through that\ndoor at any minute.

How do I know heís not here already?\n­You.

If you believe that,\nyou wouldn't have opened your window.

- What about me?\n- Hmm. Youíre not smart enough.

A quick thinking girl would have confessed\­nto any old crime ...

... in order to clear herself of\nwhat's happened in this house.

Are you sure, you didnít\nki­ll this fellow, Barclay?

Maybe you forgot about it ...

... or maybe he never existed.

- Yes, he did.\n- Or maybe, he was never killed.

By someone who was close to you?\nAnd you were suspected?

What happened to that someone,\n­who was close to you.?

I took care of her to the very last.

Oh, now I see that Mr Owen isnít infallible­.

You donít belong in this house.

You havenít killed your way into it.

Arenít you ashamed of taking\nth­is ever so lightly, Mr Lombard?

Donít call me Mister.\nA­nd donít call me Lombard.

Iíll tell you something about Mr Lombard.

Something else that Mr Owen\ndoes­nít know ...

Give me a chance to grab him\nwhen he comes in.

Donít shoot unless you have to.

- Heís going away.\n- Down the stairs.

Iíll go around the other way.

- Take the gun.\n- Oh you keep it, in case I canít get back.

If he does, heís going to make\na serious mistake.

The other thing he doesnít know is\nI am not Mr Lombard.

Now, weíll find out.\nItís either Blore or the doctor.

The one, whoís not in his room.

Blore! Get up. Open the door.

- Who let that girl out of her room?\n

Heís not here.\nNow we know who it is.

I heard him go downstairs­. Come on, Blore.\nWe­íll catch him!

- How do I know you heard the doctor?\n- Donít be a fool, Blore.

- Weíve no time to waste.\n- Ah, life is short, isnít it?

- But I heard him too, Mr Blore.\n- Oh, you did, did you?

A nice present, youíve got there.

Mr Lombardís getting generous.

Right, Blore. Maybe, heís in the house.

One. Two. Three. Three Indians only.

He wants to make us think, heís dead.

Thatís to throw us off the track.

You donít fool us this time, Dr Armstrong!

Blore. What are you doing\ndow­n there alone?

I think I know where the doctor is.

- Where?\n- I'm not sure yet. Iíll wait for you.

Arenít you being careless,\­nunlocking your door ...

... when you donít know whoís out here?

- You heard it too, eh?\n- I heard you pass my door.

Not me. I thought I heard you.

Are you sure you havenít been\nouts­ide of your room?

I wanted to ask you the same thing.

Maybe, Mr Blore came back to his room.

No, no-no. I knocked on his door.\nI heard a noise ...

- Like a door slamming?\­n- Exactly.

- What is it?\n- Oh, I donít know.

I feel all the time that thereís someone ...

... someone waiting and watching?

- Oh, itís just nerves.\n- Then you have felt it.

Keep a grip on yourself, darling.

Thereís nothing supernatur­al\nabout this business.

- The mad doctor.\n- Hiding here?

He must have been looking that way.

And while he was looking, Dr Armstrong ...

That was Armstrong we both heard.

But what was Blore looking at?

- It's impossible­!\n- Let me see!

Youíre going to see.\nCome with me.

What is it? What is it? Tell me.

Armstrong. Heís been dead for hours.

- For hours?\n- Since the last tide.

No footprints around the body.

But if he was ...\nWho killed Blore?

Yes, there are only two people\nal­ive on this island.

So this is how it ends, Vera.

This is how it ends.\nWe come to the truth now.

Yes, the truth. The entire truth.

Oh, I see.\nThat­ís not quite right, my dear.

It doesnít fit in your nursery rhyme.

Donít try to talk your way out.

You made one mistake,\n­giving me this revolver.

Look, I donít mind being killed.\nB­ut I hate like the devil ...

... to be killed for someone else.

Didnít I tell you I wasnít Lombard?

- What is your name?\n- Charles Morley.

Youíre not a very good detective.

Mr Blore spotted the initials on my luggage,\n

Why did you come here\nunde­r another name?

I knew Lombard very well.\nHe committed suicide.

I wanted to find out if\nMr Owenís letter ...

... had anything to do with it.

- Do you expect me to believe this?\n- Why not?

Thereís something much more\ndiff­icult to believe.

I know Iím not, and\nI simply canít believe that you are.

Donít try to fool me.\nI know Iím not.

Itís got to be you..\nThe­reís no other explanatio­n.

If you're so sure, go ahead and\nshoot me.

Donít come any closer.\nI­íll shoot.

No you wonít. You canít shoot.\n

Thereís got to be an explanatio­n.

Yes, thatís it! Youíve got to shoot me!

- Now shoot!\n- But it wonít hit you.

Thatís what I mean! Shoot,\nan­d donít be frightened if I fall.

A game of the mind, Miss Claythorne­.

You came just in time for my last shot.

One little Indian boy left all alone,\n

... and then there were none.

What if I donít agree to hang myself?

Oh, thatís been taken care of.

You mind if I sit down?\n

We all like the approbatio­n of the public.

The first was a search for\nperfe­ct human justice.

To perfect this scheme,\nm­y second idea was ...

... to find an unwitting accomplice ...

... among the criminals\­ninvited here for punishment­.

I needed a respectabl­e fool ...

... and naturally I selected ...

... a man whose fear of death ...

... might make him cooperativ­e.

I proposed a scheme to confuse ...

It was simply this: I must appear ...

Remember the seaweed?\n­Armstrong and I placed it in your room.

We pretended to rush out, but\naccor­ding to our plan, ...

Now, I was assumed to be dead.

Killed by that gun,\nI had borrowed from Mr Lombard.

And which he found\nlat­er on the steps.

I counted on everyoneís confusion\­nin the dark.

And I counted on Armstrong\­nto play his part to the hilt.

I knew no one would challenge\­nthe doctorís authority ...

... when he would say: He has\nbeen shot through the head.

After that, I had to play my part.

No one would suspect me,\nleast of all the dear doctor ...

... who thought I was about\nto discover the unknown murderer ...

... and was waiting for me on the beach ...

Ö and worrying about the success of our plan.

A few minutes later, he had nothing\nm­ore to worry about.

Justice had triumphed once again.

Too late, he had learned that\n

So you see, the whole thing has been\nas inevitable ...

When the boat arrives from the mainland, ...

... there will be ten dead bodies and\na riddle ...

... no one can solve on Indian Island.

My dear child, I'm an old and sick man.

I received my death sentence a year ago.

Rather than go painfully and slowly Ö

I choose to leave this wicked world ...

... with a proud record of good deeds.

But how can you force me\nto hang myself?

The only living person found here ...

... with nine corpses,\n­will certainly be hanged.

As the last little Indian, has to be.

If youíll allow me to give you a piece\n

Thanks for the advice, Mr Owen.

But if I hadnít trusted you, darling,\n

By the way, why did you trust me?

On account of one thing,\nMr Owen couldnít foresee.

Somebody. Somebodyís still alive!

- Ready to leave now?\n- Ho ho, are we!


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