-- What a quite place!
- Indeed, yes, very quiet.
There is your bathroom,
Miss.
I see that we have
the same bathroom.
I think I'd better introduce myself
I am Vera Claythorne.
Mrs. Owen's new secretary.
My name is Emily Brent.
Is there anyting you want,
Miss?
I would like to see
Mrs. Owen.
I'm Mrs. Owen's new secretary.
I expect you know that.
No, Miss, I don't
know anything.
Just the list of the gentlemen and the ladies
who are invited for the weekend.
Didn't Mrs. Owen
mention me?
I haven't seen Mrs. Owen yet. We
only came here a few days ago.
This is a large house.
What staff have you here?
Just me and Rogers,
Miss.
- Does Mr Owen know we have arrived?
- He is not here yet, Sir.
-- And where is Mrs Owen?
- She was delayed in London.
I got a letter.
They'll be here for dinner, eight o'clock, sir.
We tell the story, in Ireland, about the 2
Englishmen ...
... who was cast away in an
uninhabited island for 3 years.
and never spoke to each other because
they had not been introduced.
I'm not English!
My name is Prince
Nikita Starloff.
Call me Nicky.
Well, that breaks the ice, gentlemen.
I am judge Quinncannon.
How do you do, sir? I'm
Dr. Armstrong.
My name is Lombard.
Philip Lombard.
I am General Mandrake.
- Sir John Mandrake, isn't it General?
Some years ago, I was called in for consultation.
Your wife was ill.
My wife is dead!
If you, gentlemen, would be good enough
to follow me, I'll show you to your rooms.
- I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.
- Blore.
-- Blore?
- William Henry Blore.
- Oh, Philip Lombard.
-- I'm afraid you got the wrong bag!
You are very observing, Mr
Blore.
C.M., Charles Morley, an
old friend of mine.
I like his taste.
I even borrow his clothes.
Oh, excuse me, doctor. I thought
this was a closet.
- it seems we are sharing the bathroom.
- Oh, I did not know.
The only time
I was batchelor ...
... is when I
get dressed for dinner.
- Oh, let me help you.
- Thank you.
-- Do you know this part of the English coast?
- No I can't care do.
Something magical
about the island.
Yes, like a
little world, that's all.
How do you like spend
last days here?
No thanks, I think
the weekend will be enough.
We all build islands
in imagination.
represent the escape.
Half of my patients
are sick ...
... because the are trying to
escape reality.
-- And what is your answer?
- Oh, I tell a fairytales.
I build an island of
imagined security.
Don't you even give them
medicine, doctor?
Do you believe in
justice, judge?
-- Mr Blore?
-- Yes?
The bathroom is yours.
-- Do you think they are done?
- Done enough for them.
Ethel.
Don't stay there
gowking, get it up.
Did you wash the floor this morning?
Do you suppose I have
time for everything?
It is 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 did not say a
house was so big ...
... and so lonely.
- You knew it was an island.
- With only one house.
I'm extremely nervous.
Here!
What they do not know
won't hurt them.
Never to pick a
bird before it dies.
Ladies and Gentlemen..,
may I propose a toast ...
... to our gracious
Hostess, Mrs. Owen.
A, a, Doctor. I saw you! You drink water.
That's bad luck.
Water never hurts
anyone, sir.
Especially in
my profession.
Don't forget the old
proverb, doctor.
Never trust
a man who does not drink.
Sounds like the Bible.
Great book.
And now I'm giving to you, our
charming host. Mr. Owen.
Jolly good fellow!
And I hope that would conclude
all possible toasts.
Tell me, Miss. Claythorne,
Why did they call ...
... this place indian Island?
I do not know.
Excuse me, sir, the postman
told me ...
... it has the shape of
the head of an Indian.
Oo, that accounts for little indians.
-- Indians!
We're not out of toasts, sir.
I drink to the Indians.
Each little indians,
individually.
6, 7,8,9,10.
Ten little indians.
Ten little indians. So
It is a nursery rhyme ...
Ten little indian boys
went out to dine ...
one ...
choked his little self and then there were nine.
Poor old fellow, there is to hear.
And what happened to the others?
9 little indian boys sat up very late
one ...
... overslept himself and then there
were 8.
Then what happened?
You will find the rhymes
on the piano.
Mr Owen seems to be
fond of little Indians.
TEN LITTLE INDIANS
8 little indian boys
travelling in Devon, ...
... one said he'd stay there
and then there were 7.
7 little indian boys chopping up sticks,
one chopped himself in halves ...
... and then there were 6.
6 little indian boys playing
with a hive, ...
... a bumblebee stung one
and then there were 5.
5 little indian boys going
in for law ...
... one got in chancery
and then there were 4.
4 little indian boys
going out to sea, ...
... a red herring
swallowed one and then there were 3.
3 little indian boys walking
in the zoo, ...
... a big bear hugged one
and then there were 2.
Plays for lunch, but t is the rhymes for a
nursery.
Don't worry, judge, he is
down to the rest of indians.
Two little indian boys sitting in the sun,
one got for frizzled up ...
... and then there
was one.
One little indian boy left all alone,
What a pity!
So he went and hanged himself
and then there were none.
Silence please, ladies and
gentlemen.
this is your host
Mr. Owen speaking.
You were charged with
the following crimes.
General Sir John Mandrake: that you did deliberately
sent your wife's lover, ...
... Lieutenant, Arthur Mansfield,
to his death.
Emily Brent: that you did cause and bring about the death of
your young nephew, Peter Brent.
Dr. Edward G. Armstrong: that through your
uncontrolled drunkenness, ...
You did kill ...
Mrs. Mary Cleese.
Prince Nikita Starloff: that you are
guilty of the murder ...
...of Fred and Lucy Marlowe.
Vera Claythorne: that you did murder
your sister's fiance, ...
... Richard Bartley.
Judge Francis J. Quinncannon: that you were
responsible for the death ...
... by hanging
of one Edward Seaton.
Philip Lombard: that you are guilty
of the death of 21 men ...
... members of the East
African tribe.
William H. Blore:that by perjuring
your testimony, ...
you did bring about the death of ...
James Landor.
Thomas and Ethel Rogers: that
you brought about the death ...
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. O. ..
What's going on here? What kind
of a practical joke is this?
It's on the record.
Out with it fly.
It is called swan song.
May I ask who put this on the gramophone?
- I did, sir.
-- Why?
I did not know what it was.
I..!
- I was just obeying orders, sir. That's all
-- Whose orders?
Mr. Owen's- Oh.
- Let's get this quite clear.
Mr. Owen's orders
were what exactly?
to put the record on it at 9 O'clock.
It was sealed.
I thought it was just a piece of music.
It's the truth, sir!
I have not seen Mr. Owen.
I was telling my wife.
I told you we did not come here!
I want to get away!
-- I won't touch that money!
-- Shut up!
First thing to do, Rogers, is to take
your wife to bed.
May I have your attention please.
This letter ...
... to Rogers is
signed by U. N. Owen.
I must confess I do not
know Mr. Owen personally.
What kind of a man is he?
Who knows him?
We all come to a house
we don't know the host!
What about yourself,
Your Highness?
Oh, with me it is different.
I am a professional guest.
-- I wish we should never come here!
-- Quiet, Ethel!
I knew somebody was
to find it out some day!
-- I told you!
-- Shut up, I tell you!
She is quite out of nerve,
doctor.
Hysteria induced by
shock. Give her a sedative.
10 drops in half a
glass of water.
Yes, sir.
If she doesn't sleep, repeat
the dose in 2 hours.
I hope she'll sleep, doctor.
Dr. Armstrong, we'll take
an army evidence ...
... except your own. What is
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 a weekend,
pretend to be a guest ...
... so that I'd examine
his wife ...
... who had refused to
see a doctor.
I summarise our findings.
We all received letters
from old trusted friends ...
inviting us to spend ...
the weekend here ...
... as guests of their
friends, Owens.
Miss. Claythorne was
employed to an agency ...
... and told to report
to Mrs. Owen.
This letter to Mr. Lombard
is the only one directed ...
... to Mr. Owen.
Very peculiar.
I might even call it
threatening. What do you say?
I say ...that the only person's
presence here ...
... hasn't been explained
is that gentleman.
Well, your honour, in a reason
I can't conceal any longer.
I am here to
do a job.
- I was hired.
-- By whom?
This man Owen.
-- Did you see him?
-No, here is the money order he sent ...
... for joining the party
as one of the guests.
I've a detective agency! Here I got
my credentials!
Look here, judge.
All of the letters refer
to our host ...
... as U.N. Owen.
"U.N. Owen "!
UN-kn-own
Yes Mr. "Unknown" does not only.
intend to see us under
false pretences...
but he is taking ...
the trouble to find out the eight of us
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 licence away.
-- What about the two people?
- I ran over them.
Bad luck.
I have still not guessed the purpose
of Mr. Unknown host...
... getting us to assemble here.
In my opinion, he is not
of a normal mind.
He may be dangerous.
I think we should all
leave immediately.
I quite agree, sir.
Rogers, how soon
can we get the boat from England?
I can not, sir.
There is no telephone.
The boat only comes
twice a week.
It won't come again
until Monday.
And this is only Friday.
-- no boat here?
No, sir.
Why do we leave,
my friends?
Why not go to the
bottom of this mystery?
It's wonderful!
At my time of life, I have no desire
for "thrills", as you call them.
Your legal mind has lost
taste for adventure.
I am all for crime,
your honor.
May I propose a toast:
Here is to crime!
Perfectly disgusting!
Drinks like an animal.
Huh? What did you say?
- He is not moving.
Just plain drunk.
Just plain dead.
-- What did the doctor say?
- Dead.
What?
What are you looking at, Rogers?
- It is broken, sir.
It will have much to report
the landlord.
But Mr. Owen
isn't the owner, sir.
He's only leased it.
Ah! Then you know more
than you told us.
Come, come, Rogers, I'm quite sure
that there was no one else on this island?
- I swear, sir.
- I believe it, Rogers.
But I am afraid your story
will be questioned by the police .
Do not touch!
I thought you were gone to
bed, Mr. Blore.
In our profession, Doctor, we not
only do what we appear to do.
Perhaps it is the same
in yours.
Why do not you want
me to touch that glass?
I try to keep away
your fingerprints on it.
Smell it.
Lethal solution.
-- Suicide?
That, I believe, comes
in your profession, sir.
Doctor!
Doctor Armstrong!
-- What's it, Rogers?
--It's my wife, sir. She does not look fine!
Go ahead and I'll follow you!
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, Miss. Claythorne.
What about breakfast?
Do you mind if I
sit down like this?
Good morning, judge.
Good morning, Miss. Brent.
-- Why, something worrying you?
- I do not understand it.
-- I don't think I don't understand, Sir!
- Take a look at the figures.
-- How many were there last night? Ten.
Rogers found
one broken after what happened.
- And now, how many do you see?
- Eight.
Only eight. That is what
I counted.
Oh, do not worry about it.
What about breakfast?
I'm afraid you will have to
go without breakfast.
Mrs. Rogers died
in her sleep.
-- What?
-- How?
-- Heart failure?
- Her heart certainly failed to beat.
- What caused it to fail, I can not say.
- Conscience.
Oh, conscience, my eye?
What about her husband?
He feared to death because
his wife is a talker.
I am sorry, I am sorry there is no
breakfast prepared ...
... but you see, my wife ...
All right, Rogers.
We understand.
But I thought you told us
he was dead.
- His wife.
-- What?
-- His wife!
-- Wife?
No, no, no, I do not think a man
would ever kill his wife.
No matter how
guilty she was.
"The wicked flee when
no one pursues. "
Two accidental deaths
in 12 hours? I do not believe it!
Nor do I! What do you say,
judge?
How does the rhyme go,
Miss. Claythorne?
-- 10 little indians ...?
- One choked his little self and then there were 9.
- Go on ...
- One overslept himself ...
... and there were 8.
We are 8 people
on this island now.
-- Lombard!
-- I will be ready in a minute!
Take your time!
-- You know I got it?
-- Got what!
There is one thing this fellow
Owen forgot.
This island is just a bare rock.
We'll catch that
raving maniac.
There has to be some
place he is hiding on the island.
Do you mean Rogers
is lying?
Why not? He is scared.
Scared out of his head.
That's why I think he is
telling the truth.
A lunatic like Owen
found a hiding place ...
... before Rogers
arrived here.
It doesn't matter if Rogers
is lying or not.
You agree that
Mr. Owen is quite a diving, don't you?
He'd certainly be dangerous.
You ought to be armed.
Yes, too bad it is not allowed to carry
firearms in England.
It would be for all of us
a great disadvantage.
You mean you haven't
any weapon?
You know, Mr. Blore the strange thing is that I came to
the same conclusion as you did.
Mr. Owen is hiding,
may be inside this house.
I fear that I am
being watched. Secretly.
What do you see?
I thought I heard a
strange voice.
Gentlemen, I have come to the
conclusion that ...
... the invisible Mr. Owen
is hiding somewhere on the island.
Extraordinary. I was
looking for you to tell you the same thing.
- That is what I think so.
- Me, too.
We all come to the
same conclusion.
We must find
his place of concealment.
Immediately. So long as
he is at large ...
... we all face
a mortal danger.
Do you hear that?
Hello, puss. Looking
for a mouse? So are we.
Well, I like to know it is whether
we are the cat or the mouse.
He is not in his room.
I can't find the General .
I wonder where the old boy....
I do not know. I don't think he even knows
where he is himself.
Nothing in there.
But the russian ...
... I keep hearing the song
he was singing last night.
-10 little indians.
- Certainly, it was his swan song.
One thing is certain. He is not
inside.
Therefore, he must be
outside.
Brilliant thinking, Blore!
I am afraid there is no use for
watching the boat. One comes on Monday.
No boat will ever come,
Juliet.
We're here forever.
What made you love him, Juliet?
Sir John!
Oh, Forgive me my child. You
do not understand.
-- Nobody!
-- Not a living thing!
Not even a
hiding place!
Not even a seagull
could hide down there.
I do not understand.
Maybe we have been wrong!
It was a nightmare out of
our imagination.
Two people dead
is not imagination!
The Russian might have commited 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 not blunder
the detectives sometimes do.
It wouldn't be the first mistake if
that gramophone record is to be believed.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, there is no time
for quarelling!
Let's face it, we're
in a trap.
You shouldn't forget the 10 indians
on the dinner table.
That's right. Mr. Owen's hand
is plain to see.
Yes, but where is
Mr. Owen himself?
If Mr. Owen is on this
island, he catches death of cold.
If this is not supposed to be a joke,
I don't see the point.
All we have to do is to keep quiet
and hear him sneeze.
I'm sorry. It is only cold meat
and salad, that was the best I could.
All right, Rogers.
- Rogers, we are only 7 today.
- Oh, sorry.
-- Did you call the General Mandrake?
- I looked in his room ...
... but he is not there.
- Didn't he come in the house?
- I didn't see him, doctor.
After high tide he was moving around
on the beach.
- It seems quite abnormal.
- I know where he is.
You stay here, Miss.
Claythorne.
You say the General was behaving
very strangely?
Like a man
out of his mind.
In other words,
a lunatic.
The old boy was barmy.
"Then God destroys
first the mad man. "
And well? Aren't we looking for
a lunatic?
He said no boat
would ever come.
Then he knows something!
Maybe he is not as crazy as we think he is.
Doctor, you'd better
come with me.
Don't wait for us.
And don't wait
the General any longer.
Poisonous glass could
mean suicide.
An overdose of cyanide
might have been an accident.
But this instrument
which you saw me remove ...
... from the back of
the 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 to us mortals.
Evidently, Mr. Owen
believes we were guilty of ...
... certain crimes which
the law can not touch ...
... and is pointed to himself
to execute justice.
That's why he had
enticed us to this island.
There is no one on
this island! I tell you! No one!
Doctor Armstrong!
What's it, man?
There is another Indian figure missing.
- That accounts for the General.
- I was expecting that.
You just said, there is
no one on this island. In the sense you mean,
no. Nevertheless I am now certain
that Mr. Owen is here.
How can he be here?
I do not believe in
the invisible man!
He is not invisible.
Mr. Owen could only come
to this island on one way.
Perfectly clear.
Mr. Owen is one
of us.
Do you have to do that?
I was studying Mr.
Owen's little scheme.
Maybe you know how
the General was killed.
My dear Blore,
Can't you read?
8 little indian boys travelling
in Devon, ...
one said he'd stay there ...
... and then there were 7.
The old soldier
stayed here, didn't he?
-- Am I disturbing your little game?
- Not at all, Blore.
Nothing clarifies mind like game of
precision ...
What game you are playing, judge?
-- We have come to the conclusion
that is, Doctor and I
... this sort of story is
a game of the mind.
Here we are. Eight of us
come to this island.
The Rogers were
waiting for us.
Do not forget,
waiting for us.
One of the 10 is
Mr. Owen.
I'd agree
on that.
Out of all of us, 3 persons
are definitely cleared.
-- Who?
-- The dead ones!
Our Russian friend,
Mrs. Rogers and the General.
-7 little indians left.
-6, one is Bogus.
Correct, sir. One of
us is Mr. Owen.
Which one?
-- Where is your alibi?
-- I'm not like you, Mr. Blore!
I am an honourable
professional man!
I fear, doctor, that
true is less than nothing.
I too am an
honourable person.
But doctors have
gone mad before now.
Judges have gone mad
and so the policemen.
And that NASA explorers,
Mr. Lombard?
You may leave me.
Why do you leave
Miss. Claythorne out of it?
- We don't.
-- And you, My dear lady?
I appreciate that nobody can
be exonerated without proof.
What about Rogers?
- That is what I was 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 that Rogers
did not lease this house ...
and pretended to be the ...
butler?
Oh, no, no! Bad
psychology!
You can rule
Rogers out definitely.
I do not see why.
Look at the shape
of his head.
He hasn't got brains
for it.
And do not forget the something else, sir.
My wife was one of the victims!
In my time, Rogers, I've had several of the husbands
who were guilty of killing their wives.
Well, If you put it that way,
Sir. They ...
They do sometimes drive ...
a man crazy.
We must suspect
each and every one of us.
Now I warn everybody
to be on his guard. If not,
We'll all go
the same way.
And Mr. Owen would soon
be all alone on this island.
Keep quite,
Miss. Clayhorne.
Aren't you afraid the others
would think you are playing in appropria...
I can't stand silence.
I have to do something.
Go on playing.
If any comfort to you, there is 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, Mr. Lombard.
Who do you suspect?
One nearest the fire.
- I think you're wrong.
-- Who then?
A man who believes
in punishing crimes.
His dream might snap and
he wants to be executioner,
after having been a judge.
Rogers, I'd like to
ask you a few questions.
Did you ...
-... prepare a nice dinner?
- Oh, just cold meat, sir.
I see now. I show you
do your bed.
Is there plenty of food
for the weekend?
Yes, sir. Everything
were provided for.
Mr. Blore, may I
ask you a question?
Of course, of course, my dear fellow.
How many will you be
for dinner tonight?
Oh, I see what you mean.
Do not forget your vote,
Rogers.
In a case like this,
the secret vote ...
... is the only way to being
out into the open what we are thinking.
No, no, no, never touch it, no.
But under the circumstances...
Well, who do we suspect
is Mr. Owen?
Mr. Lombard, one vote.
Mr. Blore, one vote.
Dr. Armstrong, one vote.
Rogers, one vote.
Miss. Brent, one vote.
I see I haven't been neglected:
One vote.
Another vote for you.
Rogers. You win.
Do you mean, sir,
I am being accused?
Well, It is not absolute majority,
but you have more votes.
They are saying this because
I'm only a butler.
You said I didn't
have the brain to do it.
- I didn't vote for you, Rogers.
-- Who did it then?
Who didn't drink the cocktail
you just served?
You think I poisoned
those cocktails?
I will show you, sir!
Picking on
an innocent man!
I can even gulp all the alcohol!
And if that is what
you think of me, ...
... I'm not going to serve any dinner.
Rogers, come back here!
You can not do that!
Don't look so offended,
Rogers.
If it had been
anybody but you, Sir. ...
I'm sorry, Rogers. -- But
how do I know that you did't vote for me?
I did not, your honour.
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, sir.
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
our dignity, Rogers.
After all,
she was sick.
Didn't you shortened her
suffering in this world?
With the complicity, of course,
of the poor Mrs. Rogers?
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?
No, thank you.
Pardon 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 good night too.
If you don't mind,
Miss. Claythorne ...
... I'd rather go
upstairs alone.
May I remind you, Miss Brent, 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 ...
...a third person.
Not so fast, Mr.
Lombard! I will go with you.!
The more,
the merrier!
and the safer.
Warm in here, isn' it?
- Yes, quite warm, quite warm.
- And lonely.
- Yes, quite lonely, quite, quite lonely.
-- Rogers!
-- Yes, sir?
Would you mind giving us
company for a while?
Anything you wish, sir.
- Don't pour any water.
- Are you sure, sir?
Good night, Miss.
Claythorne.
Don't you forget to lock
your door.
You can not lock
out the devil.
I think we have
another one who is barmy.
Total end'll be locked
going that way.
I don't
you will, Blore.
Now, it takes a lot to
send me off my way.
-- I don't believe you be going that way either.
-- Are you quite sane at the moment
Thank you.
-- Have you told him?
- Yes, sir.
I know the jury's decision.
You'll feel safer
if I didn't sleep inside the house tonight.
Well then, I shall sleep in
the woodshed.
And now if you will excuse me ...
Good night.
- Now I'll lock it behind me.
- That is not enough, Mr. Blore.
There is still 7. Lock that
door, please.
Put the key there.
We'll have no more
indian tricks tonight.
Lock it, Mr. Blore.
Wait! Now no one
can enter but you.
Oh, I see. But,
Who's going to keep it?
-- Rogers! Open up, Rogers!
- Keep away from that door.
It's me, Lombard!
Open up!
Don't take me for a fool,
Mr. Lombard?
-- Do not be silly, Rogers!
- Don't be silly yourself, Sir.
This is judge Quinncannon,
you know my voice, Rogers!
-- And Dr. Armstrong!
This is Blore, Rogers.
Open the door!
In a time like this I wouldn't open
the door ...
... even if it was
Santa Claus.
We just want you to give
a key.
-- What for?
-- Never mind, you idiot!
Hurry up! It's raining!
Shove it under
the door, sir.
Good night, Rogers.
Keep the door locked.
Do not worry
about me, sir.
- Be careful, judge.
- Oh, sure.
You know the common cold
kills more people than ...
... never mind.
I need hardly advise you
lock your doors.
And put a chair
under the handle.
In such a way nobody turn
the locks from the outside.
If it turns out that one of
you is Mr. Owen, ...
just remember ...
I'm a very light sleeper.
- Good night.
- Good night.
May we all meet
safe in the morning.
- Good night.
- Good night, sir.
Miss. Brent!
Miss. Brent! She doesn't answer!
-- The door locked?
-- Of course, try it!
She is not here!
You grasp the task very quickly,
Blore!
-- What's wrong, Mr. Blore?
- Miss. Brent is missing.
I tried all the doors and
she was the only one ...
... did not answer.
What is wrong with her?
She is the only
one slept.
I heard her get up.
She must have gone upstairs.
- I locked that door last night.
-- Who opened it?
Look.
Good morning, such a
good pattern.
Like a copy
from your shore.
Wasn't that door was locked
when you left out?
Yes, I opened it.
Good morning, Miss. Brent.
I sure like to walk
before breakfast ...
... but I would't 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
can't catch cold.
-- Who is there?
- Someone's knocking.
-- Kitchen door.
- Rogers, of course.
- He wants to get in.
- Let's see whether it is all about breakfast.
-- Where is he?
- Someone was knocking.
Rogers!
Rogers!
- He is not there.
-- Rogers!
Do you know what I think? We
got our man. It's Rogers!
It fits the psychological pattern.
His behavior last night ...
... was just strictly abnormal.
Psychological fact in my eye! I
go by facts.
He was officially accused,
facts!
Got drunk, he wouldn't
open ...
the door ...
of the woodshed, facts!
Analising this morning
... he's gone
in his hand with this rope, he disappears.
Facts!
Another fact you haven't
mentioned about Rogers.
He's dead.
The murderer was fastidious.
He cleaned this ...
after striking down ...
his victim.
Obviously he crept up
behind, ...
... and swung this chopper
and brought it down ...
... splitting the cranium.
7 littile indian boys chopping off sticks,
one chopped himself in half ...
... and then there were 6.
Were you not needed much strength
to strike that blow?
A woman could have done it if
that is what you mean.
Miss. Claythorne was locked
in her room, doctor. If that's what you mean.
We were all in
our rooms, except ...
-- No breakfast yet?
- No.
If I had a butler
like Rogers.
I'd soon get rid of him.
-- Wait! We've forgotten something!
-- What?
The dining room!
Still locked. -- Where
is the key?
I found it in
Rogers's pocket.
-1, 2,3,4,5,6.
-- Another one missing?
But the door was
locked.
I get it!
No, I don't.
Did you ever hear a bee
sting deemed fatal?
No, why?
6 little indian boys playing with
a hive, ...
... a bumblebee stung one
and then there were 5.
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.
Be careful
with that young man.
I mean to, Miss Brent.
I am careful of everyone.
A clear conscience
is the best armour.
This island's an
image of life.
Innocence has to go
round about criminals.
It sounds like Mr. Owen talking.
I see nothing wrong with
this idea ...
...of punishing the
guilty.
What about his accusations
against you.?
I wonder if these
eggs are fresh.
What about Miss Brent, your young nephew? Aren't you
to blame for his death?
Family gossip,
Miss. Claythorne.
My sister's boy
had bad blood.
On his father's side,
of course.
Putting him to no good.
Naturally, I had to place him
in a reformatory.
I do hope that these eggs
are not quite cooked.
What happened to the boy?
Why, I never saw him yet.
He added to his many
sins by hanging himself.
I got it! I know who
broke the last Indian.
-- Who?
- Rogers.
He had the key to this room,
fact!
He sneaks in,
to break the little indian ...
locks the door ...
again, ...
goes back to the woodshed where ...
he chops some sticks, fact!
- And then ...
-- And then?
He takes his chopper and breaks
his own cranium, ...
... as the Doctor would
say, fact!
All that you invent,
Blore,
would take practice!
Anyone inside the house
could leave without being noticed.
-- Is it true, Miss. Brent?
- 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 Rogers' pocket!
Of course.
The murderer puts the key
in Rogers' pocket and goes to bed again.
Oh, all goes for an innocent
walk before breakfast.
Sorry, Miss. Brent.
Does anyone want more tea?
Lombard!
-- Lombard!
- Yes, Blore?
-- What're you doing here?
- You called me, didn't you?
Yes, oh, yes, yes.
I am saying but don't you think
the old judge knows too much ...
describing
every move ...
You'd think he had been
at the scene of the crime.
My dear Blore:
In my opinion ...
... You haven't
a chance.
- Why is that?
- Lack of an imagination.
A criminal with a
brain like you and Owen ...
can take rings about you ...
anytime he wants to.
No man ever got the bear of
me ... yet.
How about
a woman?
Yes, yes, one should never
trust a woman.
She is clearly
manic-depressive.
I do not know if I
did see it before.
She was very strange
in the kitchen this morning.
We're all behaving strangely,
but I find ...
no evidence ...
she left no clue.
But she did.
What about this, he?
No sane person would
think of using ...
... as a pattern for
shore.
She guides us
out of the track.
It's her! I steak my life,
it is her.
Wait, Blore.
Let Miss.
Claythorne call her.
She will be less
suspicious.
Miss. Brent!
Miss. Brent!
Miss. Brent!
Miss. Brent!
It is no use,
Miss. Claythorne.
She'd not answer.
look at the bee!
look at the bee!
It's just an ordinary bee,
Miss. Claythorne.
Nothing, but a small
mark on the neck.
Here is your bee,
doctor.
Somebody must have taken it,
it is not here. You see for yourself.
-- What poison was there?
- I can only guess.
It was very powerful. She must
have died immediately.
But the bee,
that bee in her room ...!
So our murderer
has artistic touch.
He likes to stick to the nasty nursery
Jeckyll.
He's mad. We
are all mad.
I'm not, Mr. Lombard. I still have
my reasoning powers.
There are five of us left,
one of us is the murderer.
- The rest of us are defenceless.
-- Defenseless?
How do we know if anyone
hasn't got a revolver?
Good point, Blore!
How do we know?
What I know I haven't got one.
It is in England against the law.
-- How about you, Doctor? You may
Search me, John, search me!
-- Miss. Claythorne?
- I wish I had.
He is quite right, Miss Claythorne,
it is an unfortunate oversight.
But she'd never be careless
visiting a place ...
...when one doesn't
know.
Why didn't you tell us
you had a revolver?
Nobody asked me.
Let's search his pockets!
Aren't you wasting your time?
I know where it is.
Judge you said now that one of
us was the murderer.
If I were you, I wouldn't let
Blore to get that gun.
-- It's not here!
- Look again, Blore. It has got to be there.
-- Look in his pocket!
-- No!
It is not here.
-- What did you do with it?
-- What did you with it?
Good heavens, where is it?
No one can answer
that question, ...
He is obviously ...
not going to speak.
At a time like this!
A game of the mind against
another game of the mind.
The best thing for you do do it is
stay in your room. Put the door locked
And what about yourself?
I wouldn't say I am here alone
with any of the others.
Why not?
Don't you think it's strange that
it never occured
a third person when anything
unpleasent occured?
Mr. Owen, Owen manages to
be alone with his victims.
When a third person is
present, nothing happens.
Doesn't that make you nervous?
Are you with me alone?
But we are not alone.
I asked Mr. Blore ...
... to keep an eye on.
He is my third person.
Blore!
Look, another misfortune.
Something wrong
with the machinery.
The gas must be running down.
We can't keep every
lights burning tonight.
I will go to woodshed, and see what is going.
Leave it on, doctor,
leave it on!
So you know the person
who does the killings.
You went away from the window
and left me alone.
I've got to go to the woodshed.
You better get into ...
... your room
and lock your door.
I shall.
Where is Miss.
Claythorne?
I do not know.
-- Where is Blore?
- He was out in the woodshed.
Woodshed?
What's wrong, Doctor?
Oh, I see. you and I,
we're alone in the house.
-- Lombard!
-- Lombard! Come here!
-- Where is Vera?
-- Vera?
-- Miss. Claythorne!
-- Don't come close!
-- Where is she?
-- Keep back!
Blore, if you don't tell me,
I swear I'll kill you.
If you don't move out,
I'll kill you.
No, Doctor, please,
give me a chance.
If you are Mr. Owen,
for heaven's sake tell me.
I swear that I won't say a word to the others.
Don't torment me this way.
If you want to kill the
others, I won't interfere.
I won't say a word.
... I'll even help you
if you spare my life.
Look, I trust you.
Don't you trust me?
- Yes.
That is more reasonable.
Don't come here closer!
-- Isn't your arm getting tired?
-- Do not worry about me!
Listen! If Miss Claythorne is safe in his
room, as you say,...
... we both are behaving like idiots.
Don't you take me a barmy.
I prefer living here.
Someone is coming.
-- Miss. Claythorne!
-- I told you stayed locked in your room!
I am looking for a. ..
Uuh.
He is right, Vera.
We should be more careful!
-- Come on!
-- Stay here! Both of you!
Now I can do what
I came out to do.
Do you know anything about
electricity?
Do not bother me.
I get it!
-- Stay where you are!
- I shan't move an inch.
Neither will I. Until
the light comes on.
-- Do you think it will?
-- Why not?
This is no accident.
Someone wants...
... this house
to be dark tonight.
-- Who?
- The one we fear.
Do not fear, Doctor.
But he has made a mistake.
This trick of putting out
the lights ...
... He has 2 people,
you and me.
Now we can trust
each other.
I see! Yes, the idea was
to keep us to fear each other.
But now we can
form alibis you and I.
and find the murderer.
We no longer have anything
to conceal from each other, have we?
Oh, oh, I needed that.
-- And now?
- Now we can tell each other the truth,
the entire truth.
Who's going to speak first?
Very well, I shall begin.
As you know, Mr. Owen is saying that
I was responsible ...
...for the death of one
Edward Seaton.
It is perfectly
true.
He was an innocent man
on trial for his life.
I had nothing
against him.
I just wanted to ruin the
reputation of his defending council ...
... who lost the case,
while his client ...
... lost his life.
Doctor? Tell us the truth. Your fate
depends on that. I'm convinced to that.
The gramophone record did not lie...
...I operated on Mrs. Creese
while I was under the influence of...
Guilty I was. But
of drinking, not of killing.
I do not see where this
is getting us.
Sit down, Mr. Blore.
This is getting us to a
very important conclusion.
-- Is it not right, doctor?
If I were you, I would speak, Mr. Blore.
-- I did not kill anybody!
- We are listening, Mr. Blore.
The plain old chap was innocent, all right.
but I was mixed up ...
... with a gang
without a ....
On my testimony
he got sentenced 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 yours., Mr. Lombard, ...
... what about those 21 poor
natives in South Africa?
Don't get excited, Blore.
Mr. Lombard is
unable to deny a thing.
Aaa! It's the first thing you said
I believe.
Are you leaving us, Miss.
Claythorne?
- My poor child, you're trembling.
-I, I am so cold.
Would you like us to postpone
this inqury ...
... until litting
the fire?
That would mean going outside
to get wood as Rogers did.
No, we'll wait while
you get your coat. Thank you.
Stay here, Mr.
Lombard.
Nothing can happen to her while we
all remain in this room.
-- Bring a light!
-- Who is you see?
-- I'm Lombard, where is Blore?
- How do I know? It's dark.
-- Where have you been all this time?
- I went to my room to get this candle.
-- Where have you been?
- I have been looking for my flashlight.
Where is Blore?
Blore!
What the devil
you're doing in my room?
Your room? That's why
I couldn't find anything.
-- What happened to you?
- Somebody bumped into me.
-- Did you hear anything?
- Yes, something like a shot.
It sounds you are
a bit jumpy, both of you. Nerves.
It is Vera's.
Vera?
Vera! What happened?
Don't be frightened. What happened?
- He was in my room.
-- Who?
- I felt ... something like a hand.
-- Who was it?
I, I do not know, my candles
went out.
We'll soon find out.
Lights! Lights! Lights!
Seaweed.
It felt like
a cold hand.
That is what
Miss. Claythorne walked into.
Who brought it in here?
Who brought it
into the house?
- Miss. Brent.
-- Are you sure Miss Brent is ...?
Dead as a dawn I know ...
-- Where is the judge?
That's funny, I thought
he came up with us.
So did I. He was right
behind me on the staircase.
I thought I bumped into him
when I heard that shot.
-- Shot! What I tell you?
-- What?
The funny old man knew too much.
-- You see, you heard a shot.
- Yes.
Do not you see? It took us by
surprise in the dark.
He played us a trick
to go downstairs.
There is one way to find out.
It's my revolver.
Now, it looks too easy.
All right, judge, come outside.
Do not think I can not see you.
He has been shot
through the head.
Only one shot
was fired.
Who will be next?
Another one proved
innocent. Too late.
He found a solution.
That's why he had to be silenced.
-- Silenced by who?
-- by whom? Don't you remember?
Ah, one moment, Miss.
Claythorne!
Just the judge was about
to question you, ...
... You came up here
presumably to get your coat.
True?
Yes.
You open that door, wind
blows out your candles, ...
... seeweed touches
your face, ...
... You scream.
Perfect, perfect.
But considreable time elapses,
and then we find you way down there.
What made you
on the wrong way?
She did not know where she was going.
She was hysterical.
Agreed.
But if Miss. Claythorne
had not screamed, ...
... we would still
be in the dining room ...
... and the judge would be alive.
Wait a minute.
Don't confuse things.
One of you two pulled the
trigger and ..
... put a blame on Miss Claythorne.
And You wait a minute, Mr Lombard.
We all know very well that the judge ...
... was on the point of
an important discovery.
What do we know what is
in judge's mind?
I do know. He took me
to his confidence. Truth, entire truth.
Miss. Claythorne, did you or did you not
commit ...
... the crime which
the gramaphone accused you?
I'd rather not
talk about it.
Aah, but you must.
We all confessed ...
our little ...
errors.
All except you.
Come now, my girl.
You didn't really kill
this Bartley chap, did you?
Will you take my word
if I tell you I did not?
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 is
telling the truth?
That is precisely
her mistake.
- I do not see why.
- You will. You will.
The judge reasoned us.
Owen enticed us
to this island ...
... to be punished
for past crimes.
Right!
We 3 had a bit of...
shall I say, our guilt.
Right!
Therefore, we can not
be interested ...
... in punishment of
a crime.
Right!
Conclusion: Owen is the one
who has not committed any past crime.
I get it! What a
wonderful brain.
The thing, he could not
save his own life.
Yes, but he saved
ours.
Yes, of course, that is
the important thing.
Do you understand now,
Mr. Lombard?
Oh, it is great, convincing,
mathematical deduction.
- Oh, wait a minute.
-- Oh, no!
Not you either,
Blore.
- Now nobody has it.
-- It is an excellent arrangement!
Now we can all
sleep.
I'll turn in, gentlemen.
Good night,
gentlemen.
Doctor, I find one flaw
in your theory.
I can destroy it in 4
words, do you want to hear them?
Suppose I said:
"I am Mr. Owen. "
It would be most interesting.
But quite unlikely.
Trouble with you, Lombard,
is, nobody can believe you.
Too bad. I just wanted
to be helpfull.
Good night,
sleep well.
I hope I will.
I'm sure
I will.
How long have you been
out there?
Shsh, not so loud.
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 is the doctor or Blore.
Unless I am mistaken,
one of them ...
...is going to come through that
door in any minute.
How do I know he is not
here already? You.
If you believed that, you
wouldn't have opened your window.
-- What about me?
- You are not smart enough.
Quick thinking girl would have confessed
to any old crime ...
... in order to clear herself
what's happened in this house.
Are you sure you didn't not
kill this fellow Bartley?
Maybe you forgot about it ...
Or maybe he never existed.
Yes-he did.
- Or maybe he was never killed.
Yes, he was.
But someone who was close to you.?
You were suspected?
What happened to that
someone who was close to you.?
She was my sister.
I took care of her until
the very last.
Oh, now I see that Mr.
Owen is not that infallible.
You don't belong
in this house.
You haven't killed your way
into it.
Are you not ashamed of
talking like this, Mr. Lombard?
Do not call me "Mister".
And don't call me Lombard.
I tell you something about this
Mr Lombard.
Something else that Mr.
Owen does not know ...
Listen!
Give me a chance to
grab him when he comes in.
Don't shoot
unless you have to.
- He is going away.
- Downstairs.
I am going to find out.
I forgot it's locked!
I will go round the other way!
- Take the gun.
-- No, you keep it!
If I can't get back!
He might kill you.
If he does he is going to make a serious mistake.
The other thing he does not know
is I'm not Mr. Lombard.
Now I'll find out.
It is either Blore or the doctor.
The one is locked
in his room.
Blore!
Blore! Get out. Open the door!
-- Who did take her out of her room?
-- Never mind about her! Come on, Blore!
He is not here.
Now we know who he is.
I've to go downstairs, Come on, Blore
quick! We'll catch him.
-- How do I know you heard the doctor?
- Do not be a fool, Blore.
- We have no time to waste.
- Life is short, isn't it?
I heard him too, Mr. Blore.
- You did, did you?
It is a nice present you got there.
Mr. Lombard is
getting generous.
You go first!
Come on, Vera!
It might be
a trick.
Right, Blore. Maybe he
is in the house.
1, 2.3. Three Indians only.
He wants to make us think
he's dead.
He intends to throw us off the track.
You won't fool us this time,
Dr. Armstrong!
Who is there?
Lombard!
Blore. 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.
I get it!
Are not you being careless
unlocking your door ...
when you do not know ...
who is out here?
I thought it was you.
-- You heard him, too, heh?
- I heard him pass my door.
It was not me. I thought I heard you.
Are you sure you haven't
been outside of your room?
I was going to ask you
the same thing.
Maybe Mr. Blore
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 heard it, too, huh?
-- What's it?
- I do not know.
I have a feeling all the
time that there is someone ...
-...someone waiting and watching.
- Sure, I know what you mean.
- Oh, it's just nerves.
- Then you feel the same.
Keep a grip on yourself, darling.
There is nothing supernatural
about this business.
It is definitely human.
You mean it
is the doctor?
- The mad doctor.
-- Hiding here?
We'll soon find out.
He must have been looking
that way.
And I wonder, what was he looking,
Dr. Armstrong ...
That was Armstrong
we both heard.
What was
Blore looking at?
What do you see?
What is it?
-- Impossible!
-- Let me see!
We're going to see.
Come with me.
What is it? What's it?
Tell me.
Look!
Armstrong. He's
been dead for hours.
-- For hours?
- Since the last tide.
There are no foot traces around
the body.
But if he was ...
Who killed Blore?
Yes, there are only 2 people
alive on this island.
- You.
- And you.
So this is how it ends,
Vera.
This is how it ends, we 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.
Do not try to talk
your way out.
You made one mistake
giving me this revolver.
Look, I do not mind being
killed. But I hate ...
like the devil you killed ...
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. Blore spotted initials C. M.
my luggage at 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. Owens' letter ...
... had anything to
do with it.
-- Do you expect me to believe it?
-- Why not?
There is something much more
difficult to believe.
One of us
is Mr. Owen.
I know I am not, and
I simply can't believe that you're.
Do not try to fool me.
I know I am not.
It has got to be you.
There is no other explanation.
If you're so sure,
go ahead and shoot me.
You see? You have a doubt.
Don't come any closer,
I'll shot!
No, you won't, you can't shoot.
You still trust me, I still trust you.
There's got to be an
explanation.
Yes, that is it! You've got to
shoot me!
-- Now shoot!
- But I don't want to hit you.
That is what I mean, shoot!
Don't be frightened when I fall.
A game of the mind,
Miss. Claythorne.
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 there
were none.
It is for you.,
Miss. Claythorne.
What 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.
And we all like the
approbation of the public.
And you are my last public
I had 2 great ideas.
The first was a search for
perfect human justice.
And you've seen the result.
To perfect the scheme,
my second idea was ...
...to find an
unblinking 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 cooperative.
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, ...
... we 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
at the dark.
And I counted on Armstrong
who played his part to the end.
I knew nobody would challenge
the doctor's authority ...
... when he would say: "He has
been shot through the head. "
After that, I had to
play my part.
And what a part it was!
No one would suspect me.
Least of all the dear doctor ...
... who thought that I was
about to discover the unknown murderer ...
... and He was waiting for me
on the beach ...
worrying about ...
the success of our plan.
For a few minutes later, he had
nothing more to worry about.
Justice had triumphed once again.
Too late he'd learn that drinking one gets
out of his hand ...
... can be fatal.
So you see, the whole thing has been
as inevitable ...
... as the nursery rhyme.
When the boat arrives
from the mainland, ...
... there will be 10 dead bodies and
a riddle ...
... that no one can
solve in the Indian Island.
Ten?
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 record
of good deeds.
How can you force me
to hang myself?
The only living person
found here ...
... with 9 corpses,
would have certainly be hanged.
as the last indian
has to be.
Public hanging
isn't pretty.
If you allow me to give you a piece of
friendly advice, do it now privately.
More dignified.
And now my work is done.
Never should entrust
a woman.
Thanks for the advice,
Mr. Owen.
If I hadn't
trusted you, darling, you hadn't trusted me ...
By the way, why
did you trust me?
Why did you?
On account of one thing Mr.
Owen couldn't forsee.
Someone is still alive!
Good morning.
-- Ready to leave now?
-- Always!
Are the others waiting
too?
You call them.