What a quiet place.
Indeed. Yes. Be
quiet.
Be quiet.
There's your bathroom, Miss.
I see. We have the same bathroom.
I think I'd better introduce myself. I'm Derek Clay Thorne.
This is our secretary. Oh,
my name is Emily Brent.
Is there anything you want, Miss?
Well, I'd like to see Mrs Owen.
I'm Mr Susan's
new secretary.
I expect you to know that.
No, Miss,
I don't know anything.
Just a list of the ladies and gentlemen who were invited for the weekend.
Didn't Mrs Owen mention me,
I, I haven't seen Mrs Owen yet.
We only came here a few days ago.
This is a large house with staff. Have you here?
Just me and Rogers. Miss
does Mr know we've arrived. He's not here yet, sir.
Where is Mrs Owen?
They were delayed in London, sir. I got a letter.
They'll be here for dinner.
Eight o'clock, sir.
We tell the story in Ireland about the
two English men
who were cast away on a desert island for three years
and never spoke to each other
because they hadn't been introduced.
I'm not English. My name is Prince Nikita Starla.
Call me Nicky.
Well, that breaks the ice gentlemen.
I'm
G
Quintana.
How do you do, sir?
I'm uh
Doctor Armstrong.
My name is Lombard.
Philip Lombard.
I'm General Mandrake. Sir, John Mandrake isn't a general.
Some years ago. I was called in consultation.
Your wife was ill.
My wife is dead.
If you gentlemen will be good enough to follow me, I will show you to your rooms.
I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.
Lo
William Henry
Philip Lumbard. I'm afraid you've got the wrong bag.
You're very observing Mr Law.
Cm. Charles Morley,
an old friend of mine.
I like his taste. I even bought his clothes.
Oh, excuse me, doctor?
I thought this was a childhood.
It seems like sharing a bathroom. Oh,
I didn't know.
The only time I regret being a bachelor is when I have to dress for dinner.
Let me help you. Thank you.
Do you know this part of the English? Course? No, I can't
do something magical about it.
Yeah. Like a little world of its own.
How would you like to spend your last days here? Oh,
no, thanks. I think a weekend will be enough.
Uh,
we all build islands and imagination
represents escape
and my patients are sick because they're trying to escape reality.
Well, what your answer?
Oh, I tell them fairy tales.
I build them islands of imagined security.
Don't you believe in medicine?
Doctor?
Do you believe in justice? Don't you,
Mr Blair? Yes. The bathroom's yours.
Do you think they are dumb, dumb enough for them.
Asshole.
Don't stand there gawking, get them up.
Did you wash the floor this morning?
Do you suppose? I have time for everything.
It's not right to go inviting a house full of guests.
I'll talk to Mr Owen when he comes. You tell him we're quitting.
The agency didn't tell us the house was so big
and so lonely. You knew it was an island
with only one house.
Makes me nervous here.
What they don't know won't hurt him
if anyone has to eat a pick of dirt before he dies.
Ladies and gentlemen,
uh may I propose a toast to our gracious hostess? Mrs Owen
uh uh doctor, I saw you. You drank water.
It's bad luck water. Never hurt anyone, sir.
Especially in my profession.
Don't forget the old Proverb doctor.
Never trust a man who doesn't drink.
It sounds like a Bible, great book.
And now I give you our charming host, Mr,
own
jolly, good fellow.
And I hope that that will conclude all possible toasts.
Tell me, Miss Clay
Thorne, why do they call this place? Indian Island?
I don't know.
Excuse me, sir.
The boatman told me it's because it's shaped like the head of an Indian.
Oh, that accounts for the little Indians Indians. We are not out. Of
course, sir.
I drink to the Indians. Each little Indian individually,
6789, 1010 little Indians,
10 little Indians.
It's like a nursery ride.
10 little Indian boys went out to dine,
one, choked his little self. And then there were 90 poor
old
fellow
here
to him.
And what happened to the others?
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late.
One overslept himself. And then there were eight. Then what?
You'll find the rhymes on the piano.
The ST
seems to be fond of little Indians.
Little
boys traveling in their
one said he'd stay right there.
77 little Indian boys chopping up some sticks. Phil one chopped himself in half.
And then
there were
little
boy
playing with a high
will be. Some of
there were five
boys going in.
Now. What?
And very,
yeah. What
four little Indian boys going out to see
a red herring swallowed one.
There were three,
two Indian boys walk
and the
uh
and then
there were
the place for nurses
in
the n
to
worry. Judge he's down to the last Indian
one got all
up. And then there was one.
Why
little Indian boy
laugh
man
koi
us.
So he went and hanged himself.
A
Lord.
Silence, please. Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your host, Mr Owen speaking.
You are charged with the following crimes. General, sir
J
Mandri
that you did deliberately send your wife's lover,
Lieutenant Arthur Masefield to his death.
Emily brand
that you did call and bring about the death of your young nephew, Peter Brent
Dr Edward G Armstrong
that through uncontrolled drunkenness. You did kill Mrs Mary Cleese,
Prince Nikita
Talo,
that you were guilty of the murder of Fred and Lucy Marlow,
Vera
Claon
that you did murder your sister's fiance, Richard Barclay,
Judge Francis J. Quin
Canon,
that you were responsible for the death by hanging of one Edward Seaton,
Philip Lombard
that you were guilty of the death of 21 men members of an East African tribe,
William H Blair.
That by perjuring your testimony,
you did bring about the death of James Landor Thomas and Ethel Rogers
that you brought about the death of your invalid employer.
Mrs Jennifer Brady
prisoners at the bar of justice.
Have you anything to say in your defense?
Silence, please.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your host, Mr,
what's going on here?
What kind of a practical joke is it? It's on the record
outrageous life.
It's called Swan Song.
Yeah, I could put this on the gramophone.
I did so why
I didn't know what it was
from my own? I didn't, I,
I was just a ba a notice. So that's all
whose orders
Mr Owens? Now, let's get this quite clear,
Mr jones' orders were
what exactly?
To put the record on it at nine o'clock?
It was sealed up. II I thought it was just a piece of music.
It's the truth, sir.
I haven't seen Mr Irwin.
I was telling my wife, I tell me we shouldn't have come here. I want to get away
touch that money.
Shut
up.
First thing to do Rogers is to get your wife to bed.
May I have your attention please? This letter to Rogers has signed by Mr Un Owen?
I must confess. I don't know my
own personally.
What kind of a man is he?
Who knows him?
You all come to the house and you don't know the host. What about yourself? Your eye
or with me? It's different.
I am a professional guest.
I knew we shouldn't have come here quite a little.
I knew somebody would find out about it some day. I told you
she's quite out of her head. Doctor.
Uh, hysteria induced by shock.
Give her this sedative
10 drops and half a glass of water.
Yes, she doesn't sleep. Repeat the dose in two hours. Oh, I uh
I hope she'll sleep
up
Dr
Armstrong. We've taken all the evidence except your own. But
what's your reason for being here?
Quite frankly, I came here professionally.
I received a letter from Mr Owen asking me to come here
and spend the weekend and pretend to be a guest so that I
might examine his wife who had refused to see a doctor.
I summarize
our
findings.
We've all received letters from old trusted friends
inviting us to spend the weekend here as guests of their friends. The olds,
MS Clay Thorne was employed through an agency and told to report to Mrs Owen.
This letter to Mr Lombard is the only one directed from Mr Owen.
Very peculiar.
I might even call it threatening.
What do you say?
I say
that the only person whose presence here hasn't been explained
is that gentleman?
Well, your honor. I
see no reason to conceal any longer.
I'm here to do a job. I'm reird by whom
this man Owen.
You saw him?
No,
imposed a fat money order with that
told me to join the I
party and pose with one of the guests.
I run a detective agency in Plymouth. I got my credentials.
Oh, here judge
all of these letters. Refer to our host as Un Owen.
Un O
Unknown.
Yeah, Mr Unknown is not only in test I see under false pretenses
but he's taking the trouble to find out to pay
deal about it.
Listen, my friends,
the accusation is true.
Now, I remember
a year ago
two people in the road.
I was driving fast, fast, fast.
What happened?
They took my license away.
What about the two people?
I ran over them
beastly bad luck.
I'm still not clear as to the purpose of our unknown host and getting us to assembly.
In
my opinion, this person, whoever he may be is not a normal mind,
he may be dangerous.
I think it would be well
for us all to need this and immediately
I quite GRE her
Rogers.
How soon can we get the boat from the mainland?
I can't. So there's no telephone.
The boat only comes twice a week, sir.
It won't come again till Monday
and this is only Friday.
You have no here.
No,
sir.
Why do you want to leave my friends?
Why don't we get to the bottom of this mystery?
It's wonderful
time of leisure.
We've noticed that for thrills. As you call them,
your legal mind has lost its taste for adventure.
I am all for crime, your honor.
May I propose a toast?
Here is the crime?
Oh,
perfectly disgusting.
Drink like an animal,
huh?
What did you say?
He's not moving?
Just plain drunk,
just playing dead.
What did the doctor say?
Hey,
what are you looking at? Roger?
It's broken, sir.
You're more than that to report to the owner of this house.
But Mr Owen isn't the owner, sir.
He's only leased it for the season.
Then, you know, more than you told us.
Common camara
is,
I'm quite sure that there's no one else on this island.
I'd sweat with her.
I believe you others,
but I'm afraid your story will be questioned by the police.
You have
don't touch.
I thought you'd gone to bed, Mr Blo
in our profession.
Doctor, we don't always do what we appear to do. Perhaps it's the same in yours.
Why don't you want me to touch that? Perhaps
I thought it would be inadvisable for you to have your fingerprints on it.
Smell it,
it solution
Qez I
that I believe comes under your profession, sir.
Doctor
Doctor Armstrong
Dr Armstrong. What is it Rogers? It's the wife, sir. She doesn't look right to me.
Go ahead, I'll follow you.
Oh, good morning, Miss Brent.
I hope you slept better than I did.
I slept very well. Thank you. I have nothing on my conscience.
Good morning, General.
Good morning,
General Mandrake.
Yes, Juliet.
Oh,
forgive me young lady.
I was thinking of my wife.
Good morning to you, Clay Thor.
What about breakfast? Do you mind if I sit down like this
morning? Judge
morning? This is Brent.
Ok.
Why is something worrying you?
I don't understand it. A
lot of things. I don't understand, sir.
These are the figures.
How many were there last night? 10
Rogers found one broken after, after what happened
and now how many of you see
eight I only ate.
That's what I counted.
Oh, let Mr Owen worry about it. They're his Indians. What about breakfast?
I'm afraid you'll have to go without breakfast.
Mrs Rogers died in her sleep.
How
I tell you her
heart certainly failed to beat. What caused it to fail? I cannot say conscience.
Oh, conscience my eye. What about her husband?
He was scared to death. I feel his wife would talk her.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry. There's no breakfast prepared. But
you see my wife or I write
there.
But I thought you told us he was dead,
his wife,
his
wife.
Why?
I don't think a man would ever kill his wife
no matter how guilty she was
the wicked flea when no man pursueth
two accidental deaths in 12 hours. I don't believe it.
All right.
When you say Judge,
how does the Ryan go, Miss Clay?
Yeah. 10 little Indians.
One chopped his little self. And then there were nigh,
come on,
one, never slapped himself. And,
and there were eight,
we are eight people on this island now.
No mate.
I'll be ready in a minute. Take your time.
You know, I got it. Got what?
That's one thing we fellow Owen forgot.
It's only just a bare rock. We'll catch that Raven maniac that,
you know,
on the island. You mean Rogers was lying?
Why not?
The man scared
out of his
senses.
That's why I think he's telling the truth.
A lunatic like Owen could have found a hiding place before Rogers arrived here.
It doesn't matter if Rogers is lying or not.
You agree that Mr Owen and squad died in, don't you?
You'll certainly be dangerous but you got to be armed.
Yeah, it's too bad. We're not allowed to carry firearms in England.
It puts the normal citizen at a great disadvantage.
You mean you haven't any weapon, you know, blow. It's strange.
But I came to the same conclusion you did.
Mr is hiding
maybe inside this house. He'd have to have an accomplice
clear one in there.
I have a feeling I'm being watched
secretly.
What do you see,
I,
I
thought I heard a strange voice.
Gentlemen,
I have come to the conclusion that the Invisible
Mr Owen is hiding somewhere on this island.
Extraordinary.
I was looking for you to tell you the same thing.
That's what I think, sir.
Me too.
We've all come to the same opinion.
We must find this place of concealment immediately.
So long as there's a lo take at large, we are in mortal danger.
Do you hear that?
Hello, Bo?
Ok. For a mouse.
So away,
what I'd like to know is whether we're the cat or the mouse.
Nobody in the general's room. Not even the general.
I wonder what the old boy. I don't know.
I don't think he even knows where he is himself.
Oh,
nothing in there.
But the Russian,
I keep hearing that song he was singing last night just before he popped off
in the
Indians. It certainly was his swan song.
One thing is certain
he isn't inside. Therefore he must be outside. Brilliant thinking. Glor,
I'm afraid it's no use watching for the Bo
won't come till Monday.
No boat will ever come. Julian.
We are here for the,
what made you love him? Juliet.
It's a job.
Forgive me, my child.
You don't understand
nobody. Not a living thing, not even a hiding place.
Not even a seagull could hide down there.
I don't understand.
Maybe we've been wrong. He'll have a nightmare out of imagination.
Two people dead in imagination. The Russian may have committed suicide.
And Mrs Rogers,
well,
you didn't give her an overdose last night. Did you?
Doctors can't afford to make mistakes of that kind.
We can a b,
a detective sometimes do. It.
Wouldn't be your first mistake if that gramophone record is to be believed.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, there's no time for calling.
Let's face it. We a trap. You shouldn't forget the tender le
on the dinner table. That's right.
Mr Owen's hand is point of c yes, but wait, the
table is Mr Roone himself
though and is on this island. He'll catch his death of cold.
That's supposed to be a joke. I don't see the point.
All we have to do is to keep quiet and we'll hear him sneeze. Oh,
I'm sorry. It's only cold meat and salad. I, I did the best I could.
Right.
We're only seven today.
I'm sorry.
You called General Mandrake. I looked in his room but he's not there,
didn't he come in the house? I didn't
see
him
moving around on the beach. It seemed quite abnormal.
I know where he is.
You stay here.
You'd say the general was behaving very strangely
like a man out of his mind.
In other words, a lunatic, right? Oh, the old boy Barmy,
whom the gods destroy their first MCM.
Well,
are we looking for a lunatic?
He said no boat will ever come.
Then he knows something.
Maybe he's not as crazy as we think he is
doctor.
You better come with me.
Don't wait for us
and don't wait for the general any longer.
Poison glass could mean suicide,
an overdose of sedative might have been an accident.
But
this instrument
which you saw me remove from the back of a third victim means only one thing,
murder
or an act of God.
My
dear lady
in my experience of ill doing
Providence leaves the work of punishment towards mortars.
Evidently, Mr Old believes we're guilty of certain crimes which the law can attach
and he's appointed himself to execute justice.
That is why he has enticed us to this island.
There's no one on this island,
I tell you no.
Armstrong,
what is it man?
There's another
little Indian figure missing
the counsel general.
I was expecting that.
You just said there's no one on this island
in the sense you mean? No.
Nevertheless, I'm now certain that Mr Owen is here.
How can he be here? I don't believe in the invisible man.
He's not invisible.
Mr Owen could only come to this island in one way.
It's perfectly clear.
Mister Owen
is one of us.
Do you have to do that?
I'm just studying Mr Owen's little scheme.
Maybe you know how the general was killed. My dear B Blair. Can't you read
eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon?
One said he'd stay there and
then there were seven.
The old soldier stayed here, didn't he?
Am I disturbing your little game at
all.
Nothing clears the mind like a game of precision. What game are you playing? John?
We've come to the conclusion that doctor and I,
that this whole story is a game of the mind.
There we are.
Each of us came to this island.
The Rogers were waiting for us. Don't forget, waiting for us.
One of the 10 is Mr Owen.
We agree on that.
Out of all of us, three persons are definitely cared. Oh,
the dead ones,
our Russian trend,
Mrs Rogers
and the general
seven little Indians left. Six
one is bogus. Correct.
One of us is Mr Owen.
Which one?
Where's your alibi? I'm not like you, Mr Blore. I'm a well known professional man.
I did doctor that proves less than nothing.
I too am a well known person
but doctors have gone mad before now.
Judges have gone mad
and so have policemen
and it may I say explorers,
you may, you may
why do you leave Miss Clay thorne out of it? We don't tell you, my dear lady.
I quite appreciate that. Nobody can be exonerated without proof.
What about Rogers?
That's what I'm thinking.
What do we know about him? He put that record on the gramophone, didn't he?
That's a fact.
How do we know Rogers didn't lease this house and pretend to be the butler.
Oh, no, no, no bad psychology. You can rule Rogers out. Definitely. I don't see why.
But the shape of his head. He hasn't the brains for it.
And don't forget there's something else, sir. My wife was one of the victims
in my time. Rogers. I've had several husbands before me.
Guilty of the murder of the wives. Well,
if you put it that way, so they,
they do sometimes drive a man crazy. We must suspect each and every one among us.
Now, I warn everybody to be on his guard. If not,
we shall all go the same way
and Mr H
will very soon be alone
on this island.
E flat, Miss Clay Thorn.
Aren't you afraid? The others will think you're playing inappropriate.
Can't stand the silence. I have to do something. Go on playing
if it's any comfort to you. There's one person who doesn't suspect you.
Thank you.
Aren't you going to return the compliment?
I haven't made up my mind about you.
Whom do you suspect
one nearest the fire?
I think you're wrong
or who then
a man who believes in punishing crimes?
His brain might snap
and he'd want to be executioner
after having been a Judge
Rogers. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Did you
prepare a
nice dinner?
Just cold meat, sir.
Ah, I see.
I'm
sure you'll do your best. I did
is, um,
plenty of food for the weekend.
Oh, yes, sir. Everything was provided for
Mr Blow. May I
ask you a question?
Of course. Of course, my dear
fella
how many will you be for dinner tonight?
But
all right,
I see what you mean. Yeah.
Don't forget your vote. Rogers.
In a case like this. A secret vote is the only way to bring out into the open.
What we're all thinking.
No, no, no, no, never touch it. No.
But under the circumstances.
Now, who do we suspect to be Mr Owen?
Mr Lambert?
One
vote?
Mr Blow won a vote.
Doctor Armstrong one vote.
Roger. It's one vote,
Miss Brent.
One
vote.
I
see, I haven't been neglected
one vote,
another vote for you, Rogers.
You win.
You mean sir, that I am being accused? Well, it's not precisely a majority
but you have the most
vote.
They're saying it's me because I'm only a butler.
You said I didn't have the brains to do it. I didn't vote for your Rogers. Who did then
who didn't drink the cocktails? You just served?
You think I poison those cocktails?
I'll show you some
picking on an innocent man.
I
can't fuck even a drop of alcohol.
I
don't
know
how
much
of that.
And if that's what you think of me, I'm not going to serve any dinner.
Yeah.
Don't look so offended Rogers.
If it had been anybody but you sir,
I'm sorry, Rogers. But how do I know you didn't vote for me? I didn't you?
I voted for
well, time will tell after all Rogers, nobody in this house is above suspicion.
Never in my life. Have I been accused of any crime?
What about that gramophone record?
What about it?
That woman you worked for,
she left you some money, didn't she?
Let's not stand on her dignity. Bruges
after all, she was sick,
didn't you? Um
shorten her suffering in this world
with the complicity, of course, of
poor Mrs Ro.
I'm not going to argue with you, sir.
But what makes you think I would kill anybody who wasn't going to leave me any money?
Oh, thank you
of me.
Obviously we can't sit up all night like this.
I'm going to retire.
Good night.
If you don't mind, I'll say goodnight too
if you don't mind, Miss play thorne.
I'd rather go upstairs alone.
May I remind you,
Miss Brent that I'm the only one whose name wasn't mentioned in the voting?
That's what I mean.
I find that fact. Most peculiar.
I know Miss Brent won't mind if there's a third person. Not so fast, Mr Lombard,
I'll go with you the more the merrier and the safer
warm in here, isn't it?
Yeah, quite a lot. Quite a lot
and
lonely.
Yeah. Quite lonely. Quite, quite lonely
in.
Oh, would you mind keep
us company for a while?
Anything you wish to?
Don't put any water in leash,
sir.
Good night, Miss Clay Tom.
Don't forget to lock your door.
You cannot lock out the devil.
There goes another one who was balmy
and so it'll end with the old lot going that way. I don't fancy you will. Lord.
No,
take a lot to send me off my head.
I don't think you will be going that way either. I feel quite sane at the moment.
Thank you.
Have you told him?
Yes, sir. I know the jury's decision.
You would feel safer if I didn't stay inside the house tonight.
Well, then I shall sleep in the woodshed
and now if you'll excuse me.
Good night,
I'll lock it behind him.
That's not enough. Mr Blow
still seven.
Lock that door, please.
But the key there,
we'll have no more Indian tricks tonight.
Love it, Mr B.
No way.
Now, no one could get in there but you
or c
but who's going to keep it?
Roger
open up?
Keep away from that door.
It's me, Lombard. Open up.
Do you take me for the fool? Mr Lombard?
Don't be silly, Roger. Don't be silly yourself, sir.
Is it judge
Buchanan? You know my voice. Rogers, Dr
Armstrong
Roger
open the door that a term like this.
I wouldn't open the door even if it was Santa Clause. We just want to give you a key.
Look
for, never mind you idiot.
Hurry up. It's ready.
Shove it
under the door, sir.
Good night, Roger.
Keep your door locked. Don't worry about me, sir.
But you should
be careful judge.
Now, I shall,
you know the common cold kills more people than
never mind.
I
need hardly advise you to lock your doors and put a chair under the handle.
There are ways of turning locks from the outside
and if it should turn out that one of you is Mr Owen.
Just remember I'm a very light sleeper.
Good night.
May we all meet safely in the morning?
Good night for lunch,
Miss Brand,
she doesn't answer her door locked. Of course. Try it.
She's not here.
You grasp a fact. Very quickly. Blower.
What's wrong, Mr Laura?
This Brent's missing. I knocked at all your doors.
She was the only one who didn't answer. What's wrong with that? It's late.
Yes, we all of us slept. I had to get up. She must have gone downstairs.
I love that. Do
I?
And I,
I open it.
Look
good morning
with such a pretty pattern. I thought I'd like to copy it for a new show.
Was that door locked when you went out?
Oh, yes, I opened it. Good morning, Miss Brent.
I do like to walk before breakfast, but I wouldn't have gone out alone.
I feel perfectly safe when I'm alone. Thank you.
I share your feeling.
But didn't you know that Rogers was outside?
Poor man.
I hope he didn't catch cold.
What's that?
Someone's knocking kitchen door, Rogers. Of course he wants to get in.
I said we could go about breakfast.
Where is he?
Somebody was knocking
Rogers.
He's not there.
Rogers.
You know what? I think
we got our man.
It's Rogers,
it fits the psychological pattern.
His behavior last night was distinctly abnormal psychological pat in my eye.
I go my path.
He was officially accused fat.
He got drunk. He wouldn't open the door to the woodshed
back realizing this morning
that he'd gone to the end of his rope.
He disappears back.
There's another fact you haven't mentioned about Rogers.
He's dead.
The murder was fastidious.
He cleaned this blade after striking down his victim.
Obviously, he crept up behind, swung this chopper and
put it down,
spitting the cranium.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks,
one chopped himself in half.
And then there were six.
Would it have needed much strength to strike the blow?
Well, a woman could have done it if that's what you mean,
Miss Clay Thorne was locked in her room, doctor.
If that's what you mean,
we were all in our rooms
except
no breakfast yet.
No,
I had a butler like Rogers. I'd soon get rid of him.
Wait,
we've forgotten something.
The dining
room
still? That,
where's the key?
We voted in Roger's pocket.
123456.
Another one missing that the door was locked.
I get it.
No, I don't.
Did you ever hear of a bee sting being fatal? No. Why?
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive? A
bumble bee stung one
and then they were fired.
Very stupid to kill the only servant in the house.
Now we don't even know where to find the marmalade.
Watch out for a bee.
But be careful of that young man.
I mean to this friend,
I'm careful of everyone.
The clear conscience is the best.
This island is an image of life.
Innocence has to be surrounded by criminals.
That sounds like Mr Owen talking.
I see nothing wrong with his idea of punishing the guilty.
What about his accusations against you?
I wonder if these eggs are fresh. What about it, Miss Brent,
your young nephew, aren't you to blame for his death?
Family? Gossip, Miss Clay Thorne.
My sister's boy had bad blood from his father's side.
Of course, whipping did no good.
Naturally I had to have him placed in the reformatory.
I do hope these eggs aren't overcooked.
What happened to the boy?
Oh, I never saw him again.
He added to his many sins by hanging himself.
I got it.
I know
the
Artinian
who
Rogers.
He had the key to this room. Fact,
he sneaks in and takes a little Indian
locks the door again.
Goes back to the woodshed where he chops some sticks
packed
and then,
and then
he takes the chopper and splits his own cranium. As the doctor would say,
fact,
I'd like to see you do that to yourself
but take practice
and
anyone inside the house could leave without being noticed.
True. Miss,
perfectly true.
The murderer meets Rogers outside and kills him.
He then takes the key from his victim's pocket
and you know the rest.
Yes.
But the key was still in Roger's pocket.
Of course,
the murder puts the key back in Roger's pocket and goes to bed again
or both for an innocent walk before breakfast.
Sorry, Miss Brent.
Anyone have more tea.
Right?
Lomba.
Yes. Pa
what you doing here? You called me, didn't you?
Yes.
00, yeah. Yeah.
I ain't saying. But don't you think the old judge knows too much
describing every move?
You think he'd been at the scene of the crime,
my dear boy, in my opinion, you haven't a chance.
What is that?
Lack of imagination? A
criminal with a brain like you and Owen can
think rings around you any time he wants to.
No man ever got the better of me
yet. How about a woman?
Yes. Yes,
one should never trust a woman. She's clearly a manic depressive.
No, I, I didn't see it before. She was very strange in the kitchen this morning.
We all behaved strangely,
but I find no evidence. She left no clue. But she did.
What about this? E
no sane person would think of using seaweed as a pattern for a shawl.
She tried to throw it off the track
it
her,
I'll stake my life. It her.
Wait.
Lord,
let Miss Cray Thorne call her.
She'd be less suspicious.
Miss brand,
this brand,
its brand,
Miss brand.
It's no use. Miss
she not answered
with the b,
look at the bee.
Just an ordinary bee, Miss Clay Thorne.
But a small mark on the neck. Here is your bee doctor?
Somebody must have taken it. It's not here.
You can see for yourself. What poison was he injected?
I could only guess
it was very potent
that she must have died
immediately.
But the bee,
that bee in her room,
that's our murderer's artistic touch.
He likes to stick to his blasted nursery jingle.
It's mad. We're all mad.
I'm not Mr Lumbard.
I still have no reasoning powers.
There are five of us left.
One of us is a murderer.
The rest of us are defenses. Defenses.
How do we know one of us hasn't got a revolver. A good point law.
How do we know?
Well, I know I haven't got one
to
it is against the law.
How about you? Doctor? Of course not.
You may search me, gentlemen. Search me,
Miss Clayborne.
I wish I had quite right. Miss Clayborne. It's an unfortunate oversight.
I should never be careless when visiting a place. One doesn't know
why didn't you tell us you had a revolver? Nobody asked me.
I've got him. 30
poet.
Aren't you wasting your time?
I know what it is.
Judge you said just now that one of us was a murderer.
If I were you, I wouldn't let the law get that gun.
It's not here. Look again. Blow. It's got to be there.
Look at his pocket. No, we'll take him off, we'll take him
off.
Not here.
What did you do with it? What did you do with it?
Good heavens. Where is it?
The one who can answer that question
is obviously not going to speak
at a time like this. A
game of the mind blow a game of the mind.
You know, the safest thing for you to do is to stay in your room
with the door lock.
What about yourself? Oh, I wouldn't stay out here alone with any of the others.
Why not?
Don't you think? It's strange that there's never a third person present when
anything unpleasant occurs?
Mr Owen
always manages to be alone with his victims
when a third person is present,
nothing happens.
Doesn't that make you nervous?
Are here with me alone?
But we're not alone.
I asked Mr Bla
to keep an eye on us.
He's my third person.
No.
Look another misfortune.
Something wrong with the machinery.
Batteries must be running down.
We gotta keep every light in the house burning tonight.
I go to the woodshed and see to it,
leave it on, doctor, leave it on.
So you are a game. What this uh flickering?
You went away from the window and left me
alone. I gotta go to the wood chair. You better go to your room and lock your door.
I shall.
Where's Miss Clay?
I don't know
where's bla
bla
has a woodshed
woodshed.
What's wrong doctor?
Oh, I see.
You. And I were, we are alone in the house.
LA.
Where's Vera? Vera?
This play
out to me? Don't come and go.
Get back law. If you don't tell me, I swear, I'll kill you.
If you make another move, I'll, I'll pay you
no doubt. Please
give me a chance. If you are Mr or
friends, they tell me,
I won't say a word to the others. Don't torment me this way.
If,
if you want to kill the others,
I won't interfere.
I won't say a word.
I'll even help you if you'll spare my life.
Look,
I trust you,
don't, you trust me.
Um
Yes,
that's Maurice
closer.
Isn't your arm getting tired? Don't worry about me.
Listen, if Miss Clay Thorne is safe in a room, as you say,
we're both behaving like idiots can't get around me that way.
I prefer being a living idiot.
Someone's coming
Miss
Porn.
I told you to stay locked in your room.
I'm looking for.
Um,
he's right there. You shouldn't be so care. Come on, stay here. Both of you.
Now, I can do what I came out to do.
Do you know anything about electricity? Don't bother me?
Did I get it
there? You are? I shan't move an inch.
Neither will I
till the light comes on.
Do you think it will?
Why not?
This is no accident?
Someone wants this house to be dark tonight.
Oh,
the one we fear.
But my
dear
doctor, he's made a mistake.
This trick of putting out the lights
says to people,
you and me.
Now we can trust each other.
I see.
Yes.
The idea was to keep us in view of each other.
But now we can form the lines. You and I
find the murderer.
We no longer have anything to conceal from each other. Have we
just what I was thinking?
Oh,
I needed that.
Now, we can tell each other the truth, the entire truth.
Who's going to speak first?
Very well.
I should begin
as you know,
Mr Owen claimed that I was responsible for the death of one Edward Seaton.
It's perfectly true.
He was an innocent man
on trial for his life.
I had nothing against him.
I wanted to ruin the reputation of his defending counselor
who lost the case
while his client
lost his life.
Doctor
tell us the truth.
Your fate depends on it.
I'm convinced of that.
Ok.
The gramophone record did not lie.
I operated on Mrs Cleese while I was under the influence of
guilty. I was but
of drinking,
not of killing
there,
ok?
I don't see why this is getting us sit down Mr Blow.
This is getting us to a very important conclusion.
Isn't that right? Kilton? If I were you, I would speak Mr Blore.
I didn't kill anybody
while listening, Mr Blow.
This landlord chap was innocent. Alright.
And I was mixed up with the gang that was out to get him
on my testimony. He got sent up for life.
That's all.
But he died in prison, didn't he?
Of course he did.
How could I know that would happen?
What about yourself, Mr Lombard?
What about those 21 poor natives in South Africa?
Don't get excited. Bla
Mr Lombard is unable to deny a thing.
Ah,
at
the first thing you said, I believe.
Are you leaving us? Miss Clay Thorne,
my dear child. You are trembling.
Hi.
I'm so cold.
Would you like us to postpone this inquiry while we build a fire?
That would mean going outside to get wood as
Rogers did.
No,
we'll wait while you get your coat.
Thank you.
No,
stay here, Mr Lambert.
Nothing can happen to her if we all remain in this room.
Yeah.
No. Get a
light.
The wizard
lead.
I love it.
Where's bla,
how do I know in the dark?
What have you been all this time?
I went to my room to get this candle.
Where have you been?
I've been looking for my flashlight.
Where is blo,
what the devil are you doing in my room? Your room?
No wonder I couldn't find anything. What happened to you?
Somebody bumped into me. Did you hear anything? Yeah, it sounded like a shot.
Sounded like something fell to me. You jump me both of you nerves.
It's vs
Vera
Meera.
What happened?
You'll be frightened to hear what happened?
He was in my room. Who
I felt?
I don't know, something like a hand. Who was it?
I, I
don't know. My candles went out.
We will soon find out.
Right.
Love
seaweed.
It felt like a cold hand.
That's what Miss Claytor
walked into.
Who brought it in here?
Who brought it into the house spent?
Are you sure Miss Brent is
dead as a doornail?
Where's the judge?
That's funny. I thought he came up with that. So did I,
he was right behind me on the staircase.
Yes,
I thought I bumped into him,
but I heard that shot.
Shot.
What? I'll tell you
what, why the old folks knew too much. You say you heard a shot? Yeah.
Well, doctor, you see, he took a shot at it in the dark. You put it like clay pigeon.
We go downstairs
and one way to find out
it's my own,
ah, it looks too easy.
All right. Judge come outside.
Don't think I can't see you.
He has been shot through the head.
Only one shot fired.
Who will be next?
Another one proved Dennison
too late.
He'd found the solution. That's why he had to be silenced, silenced by who? By whom?
Don't you remember?
Uh, one moment, Miss
Por,
just when the judge was about to question you,
you came up here presumably to get your quote.
True.
Yes,
you open that door,
wind blows out your candles. Seaweed touches your face, you scream perfect.
Perfect. But
consider
time elapses and then we find you way down there.
What made you run the wrong way? She didn't know where she was going.
She was hysterical.
Agreed.
But if Miss Clay Thorne had not screamed,
we would still be in the dining room and the judge would be alive. Now, wait a minute.
Don't confuse things.
One of you two pull this trigger and they're trying to put it on his clay.
Now you wait a minute, Mr
We know very well that the judge was on the point of an important discovery.
How do we know what was in the judge's mind? I do know
he took me into his confidence.
The entire truth.
M Tray thorne.
Did you or did you not commit the crime of which the gramophone accused you?
I'd rather not talk about it. Ah, but you must,
we've all confessed our little uh errors,
all except you
come. Now, my girl,
you didn't really kill this bar
champ. Did you?
Will you take my word if I tell you I didn't,
I'm afraid I will.
Then you have my word for it.
And don't ask me any more questions.
Can't you? See she's telling the truth. That is precisely her mistake.
I don't see why you will.
You will.
The judge reasoned us
Owen enticed us to this island to be punished for a past crime, right?
We three had a bit of uh
should I say
our guilt,
right?
Therefore,
we cannot be interested in the punishment of crime.
Right?
Conclusion.
Owen is the one who has not committed any past crime.
I get it.
What a wonderful brain
to think. He couldn't save his own life. Yes. But he saved ours. Yes, of course.
That's the important thing.
Do you understand now, Mr Lombard?
Oh, it's great convincing, mathematical deduction.
Oh, wait a minute.
Oh, no, not you either. Bla
now nobody has it. It's an excellent arrangement. Now, we can all sleep that
turn
and gentlemen.
Good night, gentlemen,
doctor.
I find one flaw in your theory.
I could destroy it in four words.
Do you want to hear them?
Suppose? I said I am Mr Owen.
It would be most interesting,
quite unlikely.
Trouble with you. Lombard is nobody can believe you
too bad. I was just trying to be helpful.
Good night sleep. Well,
I hope I will.
I'm sure I will.
How long have you been out there?
Not so loud.
But how long have you been out there
ever since you put out your light?
Why
I wanted to be here
to welcome Mr Owen.
Locking you in this room and leaving the key outside is a little too obvious,
isn't it?
It's the doctor
or bla
and unless I'm mistaken, one of them is going to come through that door at any minute.
How do I know he's not here already?
You,
if you believed that you wouldn't have opened your window.
What about me?
You're not smart enough. A quick thinking girl would have confessed to any old crime
in order to clear herself of what's happened in this house.
Are you sure you didn't kill his fellow Barkley?
Maybe you forgot about it
or maybe he never existed.
Well, yes, he did.
Or maybe he was never killed.
Yes,
it was
by someone who was close to you
and you were suspected
what happened to that? Someone who was close to you.
She was my sister.
I took care of it at the very last.
Oh, now I see that Mr Owen isn't infallible.
You don't belong in this house. You haven't killed your way into it.
Aren't you ashamed of talking of murder? So rightly, Mr Lombard, don't call me Mr
and don't call me Lombard.
I'll tell you something about Mr Lombard.
Something else that Mr Owen doesn't know.
Give me a chance to grab him when he comes in.
Don't shoot unless you have to.
He's going away downstairs.
I'm gonna find out.
I forgot it's locked.
I'll go around the other way, take the gun but you keep it in case I can't get back,
but he might kill you
if he does. He's gonna make a serious mistake.
The other thing he doesn't know is I am not Mr Lombard
that we'll find out
is either blow or the doctor, the one who's not in his room.
Oh.
Oh, let that go out of our room,
never mind about her. Come on, Paul,
he's not here. Now. We know who it is. I heard him go downstairs.
Come on, we'll catch him.
How do I know you were? The doctor?
Don't be a fool blow. We've no time to waste. Life is short, isn't it?
But I had him too, Mr Blow. Oh, you did? Did you?
It's a nice present you've got there,
Mr Lambert's getting generous.
You'll go first. Come on, Vera
might be a trick. Right law. Maybe he's in the house.
1233 Indians only
he wants to make us think he's dead.
They had to throw us off the track.
You don't fool us this time. Dr
Armstrong.
What's that?
Lombard
LA.
What are you doing down there alone? I think I know where the doctor is, where
I'm not sure yet. I'll wait for you.
All right. We shan't be long.
Um,
I get it.
Aren't you being careless? Unlocking your door when you don't know who's out here?
But I thought it was you.
You heard it too? I
heard you pass my door.
Not me.
I thought I heard you.
Are you sure you haven't been outside of your room?
I wanted to ask you the same thing.
Maybe Mr Floor came back to his room. No, no, no, I knocked on his door.
I heard a noise while I was dressing
like a door slamming. Exactly.
You want it too. Huh?
What is it?
Well, I don't know.
Don't you feel all the time that there's someone,
someone waiting and watching?
Yes, I know what you mean.
Oh, it's just nerves. Then you have,
keep a grip on yourself, darling.
There's nothing supernatural about this business. It's definitely human.
You mean? It's the doctor, the mad doctor hiding here. We'll soon find out
he must have been looking that way.
And while he was looking,
Doctor Armstrong,
that was Armstrong, we both heard.
But what was bla looking at?
What do you see?
What is it?
It's impossible.
Let me see.
You're going to see,
come
with me.
What
is it? Tell me,
look,
Armstrong.
He's been dead for hours
for hours since the last tide.
No footprints around the body.
But if he was
who killed law,
yes,
there are only two people alive on this island.
You and you.
So this is how it ends, Vera.
This is how it ends.
I
come to the truth now.
Yes, the truth. The entire truth. Don't come any closer.
Oh, I see.
That's not quite right, my dear.
It doesn't fit in your nursery rhyme.
Don't try to talk your way out.
You made one mistake
giving me this revolver.
Look, I don't mind being killed,
but I hate like the devil to be killed for someone else.
Didn't I tell you I wasn't Lombard.
What is your name? Charles Morley.
You're not a very good detective,
Mr Blo spotted the initials on my luggage.
The moment I arrived here, why did you come here under another name?
I knew Lombard very well.
He committed suicide.
I wanted to find out if Mr Owen's letter had anything to do with it.
Do you expect me to believe that? Why not?
There's something much more difficult to believe?
But one of us is Mr Owen.
I know I'm not
and I simply can't believe that you are.
Don't try to fool me. I know I'm not.
It's got to be you.
There's no other explanation if you're so sure.
Go ahead and shoot me.
You see, you have a dad,
don't come any closer.
I'll shoot. No, you won't, you can't shoot. You still trust me and I still trust you.
There's got to be an explanation.
Yes, that's it.
You've got to shoot me
now, shoot,
but it won't hit you. That's what I mean. Shoot. Don't be frightened if I fall.
A game of the mind was
you came just in time for my last shot.
And now
the game is over.
One little Indian boy left all alone,
he went and hanged himself and then the one on
it's for you, Mr
Li.
But if I don't agree to hang myself, oh, that's been taken care of.
Do you mind if I sit down? Every artist has a certain amount of vanity?
We, we all like the approbation of the public
and you are my last public?
I had two great ideas.
The first was a search for perfect human justice
and you've seen
the result
to perfect this scheme.
My second idea was to find an unwitting
accomplice among the criminals invited here for punishment.
I needed a respectable fool.
And naturally I selected
a man whose fear of death might make him extremely cooper.
I proposed a scheme to confuse the imaginary Mr Owen.
It was simply this,
I must appear to be the next victim.
Remember the Seaweed
Armstrong and I placed it in your room.
Your scream was perfect.
We pretended to rush out.
But according to our plan
came back,
now,
I was assumed to be dead,
killed by that gun. I had
borrowed from Mr Lombard
and which he found later on the step,
I counted on everyone's confusion in the dark
and I counted on Armstrong who played his part to the hill.
I knew no one would challenge the doctor's authority when he would say
he is being shot through the head.
After that,
I had to play my part
and what the part it was.
No one would suspect me. At least of all the dear doctor
who thought that I was about to discover the unknown murder
and was waiting for me on the beach and worrying about the success of our plan. A
few minutes later, he had nothing more to worry about.
Justice had triumphed once again,
too late. He had learned that drinking when it gets out of hand,
can be sailor.
So you see
the whole thing has been as inevitable as the nursery rhyme.
When the boat arrives in the mainland,
there'll be 10 dead bodies and a riddle. No one can solve an Indian Island.
10
my dear child,
I'm an old and sick man.
I received my death sentence a year ago
rather than go painfully and slowly
I choose to leave this wicked world with a proud record of good deeds.
But how can you force me to hang myself?
The only living person found here with nine corpses will certainly be hanged
as the last little India has to be
public hanging isn't pretty.
If you'll allow me to give you a piece of friendly advice, do it now, privately,
more dignified
and now my work is done.
Never should trust a woman.
Thanks for the advice Mr Owen.
But if I hadn't trusted you, darling and you hadn't trusted me,
by the way, why did you trust me?
Why did you
and a kind of one thing Mr Owen couldn't foresee
so
good morning
ready to leave. Now,
are we, are the others ready too?
You call him?