All language subtitles for Ten Little Indians (1974)

Ten Little Indians

- Welcome to Persepolis. Come, this way.
- Thanks.

Exotic sort of place.

My name is Martino.

May I offer you drinks or
take you up to your rooms?

I think, first of all, we’d prefer to meet our host.

I’m sorry, sir. Mr. Owen will be here for dinner.

Extraordinary.

I’m Vera Clyde, Mr. Owen’s secretary. Did he leave any instructions for me?

No, miss. And we want a word with Mr. Owen ourselves when he arrives.

The agency never told us the size of this place,

or that we would have to look after 8 guests.

Excuse me.

Will you excuse me, please?

I’m sure you all know the story of the 2 Englishmen,

who were cast away on a desert island,

who never spoke to each other because
they had not been introduced.

- Yes, it is rather silly.
- Perhaps we should put it right.

Yes, well. Since I'm an Englishman,
let me break the ice.

My name is Hugh Lombard. Hello.

- My name is Cannon, Judge Cannon.
- How do you do, sir? I’m General Salvé.

- I’m Dr. Armstrong. How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Blore.
- Who?

- Wilhelm Blore.
- Hello, I’m… I’m Vera Clyde.

This enchanting young lady I’m sure we all recognize.

I’m a great admirer of your many, fine performances
in the cinema, Mademoiselle Morgan.

Thank you, Judge.

Well, that leaves only me.

My name is Michel Raven.

Maybe you’ve heard about me?

May I ask if any of us have met Mr. Owen?

This is ridiculous. I have a
good mind to leave at once.

The dead road across the
desert didn't look too good.

We must be 200 miles from the airport.

And I didn’t see any Hilton
Hotel on the way, monsieur.

That, I assure you, wouldn’t stop me, sir.

Martino said he would be here for dinner.

That’s right.

In that case, let's find our rooms and settle in.

You think this is a bell?

- You rang, sir?
- Oh, there you are.

I’m ready to see my room now. And so are the others, I think.

- Yes, I’m sure we are.
- Excuse me, sir.

- Madame?
- That is my baggage.

- Um, perhaps, you’d be good enough to take mine, would you?
- Thank you.

Uh, that one.

Follow me, please?

Right, I’ll...

- No, after you, Doctor, please? Thank you.
- No, after you.

- So, you’re new here?
- Yes.

Well, then, you obviously didn’t send
out the invitations, did you?

Of course not, Mr. Lombard. Why?

I was just a little curious.

- That’s your coat?
- Oh, yes, it is, thank you.

I think you've got the wrong bag, Mr. Lombard.

- The wrong bag, Mr. Blore?
- "C. M."?

- Oh, yes. C. M., that’s... Charles Mornay, a friend of mine.
I borrowed it and failed to return it. You know how it is.
- Yes.

And if you’re usually this observant, Mr. Blore,
you will observe that it’s plastic, no?

Plastic...

- Oh, we have adjoining rooms.
- I didn’t realize. Good.

I was just... I was just taking an aspirin.
I have a slight headache.

Oh, probably the travelling. It affects me. You
don’t happen to have another one, do you, hmm?

I’m... terribly sorry. I think that was my last one.

Yes, it was.

Ah. Well, I’ll probably get rid of it with
a good stiff drink before dinner.

"Ten little Indians went out to dine, one choked
his little self, then there were nine."

We could have stayed in Zurich, but no.

You said it would be safer to take another job.

Will you shut up?

- You, you startled me.
- I’m sorry.

- I was just admiring the paintings.
- They’re rather beautiful, aren’t they?

Mademoiselle,... I think we met once before.

- Really? I don't remember.
- I was a military attaché in Saigon some years ago.

Unless I'm mistaken, you
were known by another name.

You must be mistaken. Excuse me.

Who would’ve thought we’d dine with 10
little Indians, but without our host?

- Pity, he missed a jolly good meal.
- I agree. Our, our compliments to your wife, Martino.

- Thanking you, sir. Thank you, sir.
- Yes, our compliments.

Doctor, aren’t you going to
join us in this excellent wine?

Water never hurt anyone, Miss
Morgan; especially, my pressure.

- Did you hear that?
- He might have a point there. Keeps all hands steady.

- So, you’re a surgeon?
- Yes.

- And the hands are steady?
- My hands?

Oooh.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I,
perhaps, propose a toast?

To our 10 little Indians and to absent friends.

Amongst whom we might perhaps include our host.

Well, let’s hope he’s not lost,
otherwise, bang goes your job.

- Don’t knock it, Mr. Lombard. Don’t knock it.
- My name is Hugh.

- Vera.
- How does that old song go?

- What old song?
- Little old English nursery rhyme, you know.

"Ten Little Indians." It’s hanging
on the wall in my room.

- You know, that’s funny. I’ve got one hung in my room as well. Have you really?
- I have one as well.

- Strange, we all seem to have one.
- We all do.

- Do you know the first line?
- The first line goes like this.

"Ten little Indians went out to dine, and one choked
its little self, and then there were nine."

"Nine little Indians went to..." How’s it go?

- "Stayed up rather late; One ran away, and then there were eight."
- Right. Ran away. There were eight.

- Then what happens?
- "Eight little..." Anyhow, all the rhyme’s on the piano in the next room.

It seems that our Mr. Owen is
very fond of little Indians.

Eight little Indians travelling to Heaven; One
met a pussycat, and then there were seven.

Seven little Indians chopping up sticks; The chopper
finished one of them, and then there were six.

Six little Indians playing with a hive; A bumblebee
stung one, and then there were five.

Five little Indians going in for law; One got
in Chancery, and then there were four.

Four little Indians willing go out to sea; A red herring
swallowed one, and then there were three.

Three little Indians walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one, and then there were two.

Two little Indians sitting in the sun; One gets
all frizzled up, and then there was one.

It’s nearly over, Judge. He’s
down to his last little Indian.

One little Indian boy left all alone,
So, he went and hung himself,...

And then there were none.

Have we come to the end of this song?

- Yes.
- Good.

Thank you for your kind applause, my public.

- Could you play something more cheerful?
- Cheerful? No, but for you, something special.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This is your host speaking.

My name is U. N. Owen.

I’ve brought you here to charge
you with the following crimes.

General André Salvé, Croix de Guerre,

that you achieved honor from dishonor.

And sent five men to their certain deaths.

Ilona Morgan, actress,

that you did bring about the death of your husband,
in a most cold-blooded and ruthless manner.

Dr. Edward Armstrong, that
you did kill Mrs. Ivy Benson.

And betrayed your sacred trust.

Michel Raven, entertainer,

that you were guilty for the murder of
William and Lisa Stern,

whose bodies, when they were found,
were almost unrecognizable.

Vera Clyde, secretary,

that you murdered your sister’s fiancé, Richard
Barclay by slow, deliberate poisoning.

Hugh Lombard, that you were guilty
of the death of Jennifer Hayes,

who was to bear your child.

Arthur Cannon, Judge of the Queen’s Bench,

that you were responsible for the death of an innocent man.

One Edward Seaton, who was hanged;
according to your judgment.

Wilhelm Blore, with by pledged testimony,
you sent Kurt Landorin

to a cold and lonely death in a prison cell.

Otto and Elsa Martino,

that you maliciously, brutally caused the
death of your invalid employer

for your own financial gain.

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defense?

- Where? Where did it come from?!
- It’s here!

... Blore, that by pledged...

All that’s a bloody lie!

May I ask who put this tape on the machine?

I did, sir.

- But did you switch it on?
- Yes, sir.

- Why? Why did you switch it on?
- I thought it was music.

It is true, sir. I haven’t met him.

My wife, she will tell you.

I told you we should never have come here!

- Elsa!
- Martino...

What? What is this all about?

- It’s a practical joke.
- In very poor taste!

- We’ve got to get away from here!
- Look, we’re not the only ones in trouble.

- We should’ve stayed in Zurich.
- Will you shut up, you fool?!

We all now know where the
couple, the staff came from.

And Miss Clyde hired through an agency.

I think perhaps now, the rest of us
should explain our presence here.

It is very simple, sir. I received a letter from Mr. Owen.

Asking me to join his house party.

Claiming he was... acquainted with
an old and dear friend of mine.

And as I’ve told you, my agent
arranged the whole affair for me.

What about you, Doctor?

Frankly, I came at a professional capacity.

I was to join the guests but in fact, to make a medical
examination of our mysterious host, Mr. Owen.

I hope you’re a psychiatrist too.

I think Mr. Owen may need it very, very badly.

Michel, we’re trying to make some sense of this.

You, Mr. Lombard?

Well, like the general, I had a letter explaining
he was a friend of a friend. As simple as that.

We’ve all been taken for the same ride. I was
told I’d be meeting some American producer.

And I was invited to meet
some Iranian legal colleagues.

And what about you, our pretty friend?

- I’m here to do a job.
- Oh.

A cop if I'm not mistaken.
Am I right, Mr. Blore?

Private inquiry agent. I was hired
through an agency in London.

- By who?
- This man, Owen.

- You saw him?
- No, your honor.

He enclosed the sum of money with this.

He tells me to join the party as one of the guests.

To snoop, I suppose?

Snooping, as you call it, is my profession.

I’ve got my credentials.

Look at the signature on this letter. "U. N. Owen."

By stretch of the imagination,
U. N. Owen could mean "Unknown".

It appears that Mr. Unknown has not only
enticed us here under false pretenses,

but has also taken the trouble to find
out a great deal about each one of us.

- Pack of lies, you mean.
- I quite agree.

Ooh, I don't know. 10 little
skeletons in 10 little closets.

I don’t think you'd better drink anymore tonight.

Madame, I don’t think this is a time to remain sober.

I have to admit, I’m still not at all clear...

... as to Mr. Unknown’s purpose in
bringing us all together here.

In my opinion, this unknown person, whoever
he may be, is possibly out of his mind.

As Mr. ... As you, sir, suggested.

At the risk of repeating myself, gentlemen,
I think we should leave.

- I agree.
- I most certainly agree.

Yes, sir?

How far are we from the nearest town?

There is absolutely nothing, sir, but desert and mountains for 200 miles. I’ve looked on the map.

- Then, we’d better send for the helicopter.
- I'm afraid, sir, that will not be possible.

- Well, can’t we telephone them?
- There is no telephone, sir.

- A place this size and no phone?
- The lines appear to be down, sir.

- What about a motorcar? Surely, you’ve got a car.
- No car, sir.

- A radio?
- No radio, sir.

- Thank you, Martino.
- Thank you, sir.

Who wants to leave? I think it’s a fantastic game.

You're drunk.

At my time of life, sir, I have no desire for...

... such a game, as you call it.

Perhaps, you’ve lost your
sense of adventure, Judge?

Too long in those dusty, old courtrooms.

I’m all for entertainment, your honor.

Well, I don't know about the rest of you,

but the tape didn’t tell any lies about me.

It happened, well,...

... a year ago in Paris.

On my way back from a party.

Late, drunk.

And I was driving fast, fast!

Two people on the road ahead.

What happened?

I ran over them.

William and Lisa Stern.

Two years married.

Very sad.

Were you not charged?

I had a little influence.

As you know, that can help.

But they punished me.

They took my driving license away.

Good night.

Is he alright?

- Doctor, I think... Doctor, I think, you’d better come.
- Yes?

- Excuse me.
- This man is intoxicated, disgusting.

Dead-drunk.

No, Miss Morgan, not drunk.

Just dead.

Doctor.

Judge.

Insomnia?

Curiosity.

Honesty is, undoubtedly, the best policy.

And you?

A certain claustrophobia.

And the feeling that some macabre
joke is being played upon us.

Ten little Indians went out to dine, one chocked himself.

And then, there were nine.

A macabre joke, you say.

Let me show you something else.

Come.

Don’t touch it!

Mr. Blore.

We, uh, we thought you’d gone to bed.

In my profession, gentlemen, I don’t
always do what I appear to do.

- Apparently.
- Perhaps, it’s the same in your profession, Doctor, eh?

Why didn’t you want me to touch this bottle?

I don’t think that would be advisable to
have anybody’s fingerprints on it.

- Mine already are.
- Oh. Then, you have examined it?

- Almonds?
- Solution of cyanide.

Suicide, Doctor?

Or...

Or what?

Hello.

I’m sorry if I frightened you. I...

I couldn't sleep either. I thought I heard something
moving about. It must’ve been you. I...

I, I am sorry if I frightened you.

That’s alright, but just don’t frighten
me like that again, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay. You want a glass of milk?

No, thanks.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Listen.

What was said on the tape, you know.
About me. That...

That wasn’t true.

Do you believe that?

- Yes, of course, I do.
- Good. Okay.

- What about that girl? Yes?
- Carol Hayes?

- Do you know something? That wasn’t
true either. Do you believe me?
- Yes. Alright.

Excuse me, sir.

I’m sorry. I saw the light and, and I thought it was Elsa, my wife.

- Why? What has happened?
- She’s missing.

I've looked for her everywhere in the hotel.
She’s gone.

Gone.

- Shall we look for her?
- Yes.

Looks spooky at night, doesn’t it?
How old do you suppose the ruins are?

About 2,500 years old, give or take a century.

She can't have gone very far.

Look!

That’s her!

Elsa! Elsa!

- Oh, my God!
- She’s dead!

The way the Ancient Persians
used to execute a murderess.

And now, we are eight.

I told her she had to stay here.
She wouldn't listen.

- She ran away.
- God, we... We're sorry.

Oh, yes, of course, we are almost deeply shocked.

Yes, a great pity.

Yes, well, it seems that it’s... it’s even more
dangerous trying to get away from here.

Now, we’re really cut off.

That's probably precisely what our host intended.

He must be insane. There can be no doubt it.

Well, what are we going to do about it?
We’ve got to do something.

- I agree. The question is what?
- With no communications.

- But the pilot is bound to come back with supplies. He’s bound to!
- Yeah, but that would be for another couple of days.
Otherwise, Martino would’ve told us.

There’s one thing this fellow, Owen forgot.
If we are cut off, so is he.

We have to catch him!

- Do you mean to say that... Do you mean to say that he’s hiding?
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Here in this hotel?! With us in the same hotel?!
- There was nobody when, when we arrived here.

How can you be so sure? He could’ve hidden
himself before you got here.

Then, we must search the hotel, organize it properly.

- Good idea.
- But before we do,... there's just one thing I want to say.

Earlier tonight, we heard a series of accusations.

Accusations? Surely, you're not taking
those seriously, General, are you?

They were lies. Certainly,
as for as I'm concerned.

Were they, Doctor?

One man said not.

And he’s dead.

In my own case, I must admit there is a certain basis of truth.

I was younger.

A subalterne, in fact.

It was an error of judgment.

- 5 men were killed. I wish to speak, sir!
- General, I really don’t think...

They were killed, my nerve broke, and I fled.

I was decorated and promoted because
no one knew the truth.

- How does this help?
- It helps me!

It should help you.

It may help us!

To find a common link to identify this man!

If we all say what is in our minds.

Mademoiselle Morgan?

Very well then.

We’ll form 2 search parties. I’ll take charge of one.
You, Lombard, take the other.

- Yeah.
- Judge, is that alright with you?
- Yes, of course.

We’ll start at the top of the hotel
and way down then.

- You could hide a regiment here!
- We must’ve checked the whole hotel.

- Where’s the general?
- I thought he was with you.

- General!
- Here I am.

Thank God, General. We thought we’d lost you.

Just doing a bit of reconnaissance.

Now, I suggest we split up into
pairs and search the cellars.

- My dear, you come with me.
- If you wish, General.

- Vera, come with me.
- Shall we continue together, Judge?
- By all means.

- Thank you, sir.
- Right, different directions. We meet
back here in 15 minutes. Move on.

He’s really enjoying himself.

The general’s last campaign.

- General?
- Yes, madam?

Why did you pick me?

Alone, I thought you might find it easier to talk.

Talk? Talk about what?

Saigon.

You see, I know what happened to your
husband because I was there.

- I think that...
- Shhh!

Here.

Vera? Vera?

Hugh? Hugh?!

Ilona? Ilona?

Ilona? Ilona? Vera?

Will you... Will you stay with me?!

- General? Where did he go?
- General?

- Is he dead?
- Yes, he’s dead.

You'd better let me make sure.

Somebody already has.

It certainly was his last campaign, wasn’t it?

Three dead.

No longer a macabre joke.

Apparently, Mr. Owen believes that we are,
each one of us, guilty of certain crimes.

Which the law cannot touch.

It’s crazy.

Nevertheless, that’s why he’s trapped
us here. To execute justice.

I’ll tell you one thing.
There’s no one in the hotel.

We’ve searched from top to bottom.

You know what?

In the sense, you mean probably now.

But I'm now quite certain that Mr. Owen is here.

- How can he be?
- You mean, an invisible man, Judge?

No.

I'm afraid we have to face the fact
that Mr. Owen... is one of us.

Martino, I think it’s time
we had a little talk, hmm?

- You want to ask questions?
- Oh, nothing special.

- Plenty of food in the larder?
- Enough... for the guests who are left.

What?

Ah, one way of keeping
down the food bills, huh?

You think I would kill 3 people from
whose death I cannot profit?

Now, look, my friend. Don't be like that.

We just thought you may know
a way to get out of here.

There is no way you could travel.

- Ah, there is a way.
- Maybe, but I’m not saying anymore.

It may be the death of me or you.

- I’ll be ready in a minute, okay?
- Right.

I promise you it's going to be a riotous evening.

- Could you?
- Yeah.

Uh, Hugh, do you really believe
that Mr. Owen is one of us?

Yes, I do.

- Sorry.
- Forgot a button.

Well, then. He must be one
of five people then.

One of seven.

Why seven?

Because... it doesn’t have to be a man, does it?

I thought you didn't drink, Doctor.

I never touch it except under
difficult circumstances.

I never trust a man who doesn’t drink.

Are we going to sit around, trying to guess who is Mr. Owen while we’re murdered one by one?

There must, if only we apply our minds
to every some way out.

If there is, maybe Martino knows about it.

How is Mr. Owen going to
get out of here, hmm?

Afterwards, did you think of that?

I think we must assume that he
has a way known only to him.

But whoever knows that secret
must be the murderer.

Unless that someone found it out by accident.

- Any ideas, Judge?
- No!

What about you, Doctor?

Hugh, do you have any ideas?

Why don’t we ask Martino?

He was here first.

You can all go to Hell!

I'm sorry.

I’m so sorry.

You know, I think perhaps we
should keep an eye on Martino.

Leave him to me, your honor. I'll deal
with him. Well, I’m off to bed.

It's cold in here.

Yes, it’s quite cold.

And rather lonely.

Yes, I agree. It is.

- Of course, it may not be Martino.
- No, it may not be.

Then, who?

Tell me, Doctor. Do you lock
your room every night?

Oh, invariably, Judge.

Do you?

Well, I shall tonight.

- After you, Judge.
- Doctor, I insist.

No, no, no, please. After you.

My dear Doctor, please.

Alright, let's go together.

You're not pissed, are you?

You think so? I am plenty.

- Where have you been?
- To look at the desert.

- I didn’t see you from my window.
- Maybe you didn’t.

I just wanted a breath of
fresh air before breakfast.

- Have you seen Martino this morning?
- No.

Martino! Martino!

Martino! Martino! Martino!

Martino! Martino! Martino!
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

- How did you sleep last night, Judge?
- Sound as a bell.

- And you? Any bad dreams?
- No.

Sorry to disappoint you.

I’m glad someone slept. I didn’t.

Well, he’s gone. Out with it.

- Who is gone?
- Martino.

Perhaps, he’ll send help.

I wouldn’t bet on that.

My God!

- It might be a trick.
- But you said yourself he’s
disappeared and now this?

Perhaps, he’s hiding somewhere.

He’s waiting.

- Well, you saw him.
- No.

- What’s this?!
- Miss Morgan was outside. I saw her coming in.

- I went for a walk in the desert.
- Alone?

- For half an hour.
- Alone?!

Yes!

And you were supposed to be with General
Salvé when he was killed, weren’t you?

- What is this? A trial?
- Perhaps, Mr. Owen planned it this way.

The tape said you murdered
your husband, did you?

What happened to my husband has nothing
to do with what’s happening here!

Then, it’s true.

- But it wasn’t murder.
- What was it then?

A passport.

- I had to have a passport.
- What do you mean a passport? I don’t understand.

My family was Russian.

After the war, we ended up in Shanghai.

My mother died. My father took me to Saigon.

He was killed there a few years later.

- And that’s where General Salvé was?
- Yes.

Come along! Come along!

I sang in nightclubs and entertained the foreign customers... the way they wanted to be entertained.

I had a letter from a friend in Europe. He said
there was a chance for me to work in Paris.

Look, you’ve been talking a lot
of nonsense about passports!

But you haven’t explained how you
managed to travel without one.

I got one, darling. I married one.

But he thought I had married him for love.

He was a fool, he married me for love.

Go on, what happened?

I got what I wanted, a passport.

And when I told him why I had married him,
he took a shotgun... and blew his head off.

One by one, we make our confessions.

Six little Indians playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one,
and then there were five.

Well, since we’re stuck in the middle of the
desert, there’s little chance of that, is there?

- So, why don’t we go and have some honey for breakfast?
- Yeah, let's do that.

1, 2, 3,... 5! My God! Hugh!

Doctor! Hugh!

I haven't seen them.

- Ah, breakfast. Yes?
- Mr. Blore? Look.

Five!

- That’s impossible!
- Mr. Blore, where's everybody?

Hugh! Hugh!

Oh my God!

There’s your bumblebee.

Oh my God! Get away from me!
Don't touch me! Don’t touch!

Yes, I fear Miss Clyde is right.

We are, none of us, above suspicion.

Can’t you stop doing that?

I don’t see how you could play
billiards at a time like this!

- A game of the mind, Blore.
- Ha!

What else should we do?

Bad luck, Doctor.

- I tell you what’s gonna happen.
- What is going to happen?

- Tonight, you’re going to spend the night in your room.
- Alright.

- With the door locked.
- Locked?

- Well, it didn’t do Ilona any good, did it?
- No. Alright, I’ll tell you what. I’ll stay with you.

- Who’s the third?
- Third?

Well, it certainly can’t have escaped you that
Mr. Owen’s always alone with his victims.

And when they’re three, nothing ever happens.

Alright, I’ll tell you what. It couldn’t have escaped
you that you and I are now very much alone.

Tsk, tsk. We aren’t.

Aren’t we clever, Miss.

Yes, we are, Mister.

Blore!

Hugh?

- What the devil is happening to the light?
- Must be the generator.

- Maybe, we are running out of fuel.
- We must keep every possible light burning tonight.

- Do you know where they keep the generator?
- Don’t worry, I’ll find it.

- Yes, but do you know anything about electricity?
- A little bit.

Doctor, I wouldn’t do that.

Have you seen Vera?

No, I have not.

What about... What about Blore?

He went downstairs to look for the generator.

What’s the matter, Doctor?

Oh, yes.

We’re alone again, aren’t we?

Where’s Vera?

Don’t come any closer!

- Where is she?
- You keep back!

Now, listen, Blore. I swear to God, unless
you tell me where she is, I will kill you myself!

You make one move, I brine you!

You?

Look, if you are Mr. Owen, tell me.
I won’t say a word to the others.

Stop playing cat and mouse with me.

If you want to... If you want to
kill the others, I shan’t interfere.

- Just leave me alone.
- Don't be absurd.

- Look, why don't you trust me and I’ll trust you?
- The famous last words?

I tell you, she’s in her room!

Well, if that’s the truth, we’re both behaving
like a couple of idiots, aren’t we, hmm?

You want to be a living idiot.

- Thank God!
- Miss Clyde, I told you to stay up in your room!

- I’ll take her upstairs.
- No, you don’t!

You both wait here till I have fixed this generator!

Look, I wouldn’t mess with that thing until
you’re sure you know how it works, do you?

- Judge, stay where you are.
- I won’t move from here.

Both of us stay where we are
until the lights come on.

Very well.

- But do you think they will?
- Why not?

Well, surely, this is no accident. Someone
wanted us to remain in darkness all night.

My dear Doctor, our Mr. Owen
has made a mistake.

- Quick, another match!
- And you stay where you are, Doctor.

What do you mean a mistake?

Well, this trick.

- Putting out lights. It clears two people.
- You and me.

So, now, we can trust each other.

Alright, who’ll speak first?

I will.

The... The doctor and I... have
reached certain conclusions.

We believe that the answer to this nightmare
is somewhere on that tape recording.

- Now what are you up to?
- We would like to know the truth
about each of those accusations.

So, with your permission,
perhaps, I might begin.

As you know, Mr. Owen claimed that I was responsible
for the death of a certain Edward Seaton.

That is perfectly true. He was hanged.

But he was innocent.

Why? Why did you do that, Judge?

He was a dislikable man, morally reprehensible.

I allowed my feelings to influence the jury.

I sentenced him to death, knowing
he was guilty of many things.

But not of murder.

We’ve got to tell the truth. Our fate depends
on it. The judge and I are convinced of that.

Well, in my case, the tape
recording didn’t lie either.

I... I operated on a woman while
under the influence of...

I was guilty, alright.

I was drunk.

- I cannot see where this is getting us.
- Sit down, Mr. Blore!

- I didn’t kill anybody.
- If I were you, I’d tell the truth.

We’re waiting, Mr. Blore.

I knew a man. He was innocent.

But on my testimony, he got
sent to prison for 10 years.

- That’s all.
- All?

You’re a bloody hypocrite, aren’t you?!
That man died in prison!

- How could I know that would happen?!
- Don’t you shout at me, Blore!

What about you, Mr. Lombard, eh?!
What about that girl supposed to have your child?!

Mr. Lombard does not deny it, Mr. Blore.

- That’s the first thing you’ve said that I believe! Dummkopf!
- Oh, shut up!

- Are you leaving us, Miss Clyde?
- Not yet, I hope.

My dear child, you don’t look at all well.

I don’t... I don't feel very well.
I'm a little cold, I...

Perhaps, you’d like us to suspend this inquiry
while you put on something warmer.

Yes, please.

Stay where you are, Lombard!

- Why, Judge?
- Because nothing can happen to her if we all remain in this room.

Go and get your coat then.

Oh boy, you lot.

I told her to stay here.

It came from this direction, I think.

- Everybody looked in here? Come on, let’s go upstairs.
- Yes.

I’m right behind you.

- Did you hear a shot?
- Yeah, it sounded like one. What’s
happened to Blore?

Here I am!

- Where the hell have you been?
- Looking for Miss Clyde, she’s not in her room.

- Did you hear noise? Sounded like a shot?
- Sounded like a shot.
- Yes.

What the hell’s happened to Vera?!

- Vera!
- Miss Clyde!
- I'm here!

Miss Clyde, what happened?

My candles blew out and then, I...
I just lost my nerve and grief.

I didn't mean to frighten you. Sorry.

Where’s the judge?

- I thought he came with us.
- So did I.

Judge!

We know you're down there!

- Judge!
- Can’t hear all of us!

Hugh, look!

- It’s my gun.
- Huh?

- Just been fired too.
- Still not a sound down there.

- Where is he?
- More importantly, where’s his room?

- Do you know, hmm?
- Next to mine. Down the passage.

- What?!
- Good God! Shot!

And now, we are four.

If we sit here all night, all during tomorrow until,
hopefully, help arrives, then, nothing can happen.

Until we fall asleep, Miss.

And the one with the strongest will, the nervous
energy to keep awake would have us at his mercy.

Alright, what the hell are you
looking at me like that for?

You are the only one of us... who is armed.

What do you expect me to do?
Hand the pistol over to you?

Give it to me, Hugh.

- Alright, I’ll buy that.
- No, not to Miss Clyde.

- Why?
- Come on, Doctor. You don’t
suspect me, do you?

Well now, let's look at the fact.

Let’s remember what happened, Miss Clyde.

Just when the judge was about to question you, you
went upstairs, presumably, to get your coat, is that true?

Yes.

You were then frightened by the... the
candles going out and you screamed?

- Yes.
- So far, perfect. But time elapses and we find
you near the stairs. What were you doing there?

- Wha...?
- She’s told you. The candles blew out, she was frightened, it was dark, she didn’t know where she was going. It’s as simple as that.

- Exactly.
- Perhaps, but if Miss Clyde hadn’t screamed,
we would have never left this room.

- And the...
- And the judge would still be alive.

Look, what the hell’s your game, you two?!

I mean, you’re playing something and now, you're
trying to blame it onto her, is that right?!

Wait a minute, Lombard.

- We know the judge was on the point of the discovery.
- How do you know what was on the judge’s mind?

I know because he took me into his confidence.

Miss Clyde,... the truth.

- Did you or did you not commit the crime
that Mr. Owen accused you of?
- I’d rather not talk about it.

- But you must! We’ve all confessed. All except you.
- That’s right.

Now, come along, Miss Clyde.

If I remember rightly, it was
your... your sister’s fiancé.

Did you... Did you kill him?

Look, Doctor. Will you take my word
for it if I tell you I did not?

- Alright.
- Then, I give you my word and please
don’t ask anymore questions.

Can’t you see she’s telling the truth?

- That is precisely her mistake.
- What the hell are you talking about?!

I will tell you. You see we three, you, you, and I, we’ve
committed crime and we’ve admitted to our guilt.

Yes, yes!

Therefore, we can hardly be interested in...
in meeting our punishment, can we?

But you, you’ve done nothing wrong.

- I could? My dear Doctor, I think you’ve lost
your sense of perspective.
- Yes.

Maybe, Miss Clyde, but the prime
object now is to save our lives.

If you are Mr. Owen, then, we’ll be
safe with you locked in your room.

And if you're not, you will be safe.
Come along, Miss Clyde.

Oh, in that case, Doctor, you don't mind
if we just pop along with you, do you?

- Good night, Miss Clyde. Get a good night’s sleep.
- Same to you, sir. Good night.
- Good night.

Good.

Well, at least, we know now that if we’re gonna lock her in, it’s gonna take two of us to get it down again, isn’t it?

- Now. We can sleep in peace.
- Oh, thank you.
- Yes, good night.

- Good night all.
- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Oh, Doctor, there’s just one little
point you might’ve missed.

What if I am Mr. Owen?

That would be interesting.

But unlikely.

Well, you’ll be the one to know,
wouldn’t you, Doctor?

Good night, sweet dreams.

Who’s there?

Who is it?

How did you get in here?

Nothing too complicated, really.

I kept the key.

Don’t come any closer, please?

What if I was to tell you
that it wasn’t loaded?

- You are a bastard, aren’t you?
- Yes, I am.

But I’m not a killer.

No, I don’t think you could be.

And I... don’t think you could be.

That’s good.

I feel very safe with you here, I think.

Very safe.

I promise.

- Vera?
- Yes?

This man you were supposed to have killed?

I told you the truth.

Well, maybe, he was never really killed.

Yes, he was.

Well, maybe he never existed.

Yes, he existed. He was my sister’s fiancé.

- Well then, who killed him?
- My sister.

And you were accused.

Well, I... I covered up for her and... Well,
if that’s a crime, then, I suppose I’m guilty, but...

Where's your sister now?

She killed herself.

My poor baby.

But don’t you see? That proves one thing.

Our Mr. Owen is not infallible.

I mean, you don’t belong in this base.
You didn’t... You didn’t kill your way into it.

And the others did?
And Hugh Lombard did?

That’s another thing our Mr. Owen doesn’t know.

You see, my name is... is
not really Hugh Lombard.

- What do you mean?
- He was my best friend.

And he committed suicide.

I think it was out of a sense of guilt about the girl.

I even knew her. She was... She was...

Anyway, his parents asked me to settle
up some of his personal affairs.

I was looking through his desk and I found this
invitation from our mysterious Mr. Owen. So,...

- And that’s why you came here?
- Well, I thought it might have something to do with it.

Yeah.

- He’s moving away.
- He’s downstairs.

- Here, I’ll go and see. You keep the gun, okay?
- Hugh, please. I wanna go with you, okay?

Yeah.

It’s either Blore or the doctor.

The one who’s not in his room.

Shh. Stay there.

Blore? Blore!

- What’s going on out there?
- Open the door!

Who let that girl out?

Never mind that, come on.

- Well, now, we know he’s downstairs, don’t we?
- How do I know you two aren’t in this together?

- Oh, don’t be so bloody stupid.
- I heard him too, Mr. Blore. I really did.

- Ah, you did, huh? Taking a risk, aren’t you, Lombard?
- Drop dead!

You’re so funny.

Three left.

A red herring swallowed one,
and then there were three.

He wants us to think he’s dead.

That’s it, the red herring.
Just to throw us off the track.

Not this time, Doctor. Not this time.

There's nobody here.

Blore’s outside. He’ll be waiting for us.

- Will you keep that away from me and the catch on?
- Yes, sir.

Do you know I have the feeling that...
always somebody waiting, watching us?

- Yeah, I know what you mean.
- Then, you feel it too?

Yeah.

- Where were you?
- How the hell should I know in a place like this?

- Did you hear the scream?
- Yes, I did.

Well, there’s no mystery
to it anymore, is there?

It's the doctor, and
he's very much alive.

Looking at something.

- He was looking at something.
- What do you see?

What is it?

Oh my God, it’s the doctor!

He’s been dead for hours.

- If he was dead, then, who killed Blore?
- Well, that leaves two people, doesn’t it?

You and me.

Yes, it does.

I think we’ve come to the end. You
were a fool to trust me with a gun.

I kill you!

- I told you, I’m not Hugh Lombard.
- I don't believe you.

Well, here’s something else you
might find harder to believe.

- That one of us is Mr. Owen.
- I know I’m not.

Vera, there must be some
logical explanation for this.

A game of the mind, Miss Clyde.

And you’re just in time to see the last shot.

And now, my game... is almost over.

Come with me, Miss Clyde.

One little Indian boy left all alone,
he went and hanged himself,...

And then there were none.

It’s for you.

What happens if I don't agree to hang myself?

You will.

May I sit down?

I must admit, I’ve waited for the moment while
I could tell the last survivor how it was done.

I had a magnificent concept.

That of perfect human justice.

But I had to find... an unwitting accomplice amongst
those criminals invited here for punishment.

Someone whose fear of death would
make him pathetically co-operative.

I persuaded... the doctor.

That if Mr. Owen was to be unmasked,
I must appear to be the next victim.

After that, no one would suspect me.
Least of all, the doctor.

And it was only at the last moment that
he realized what a fool he’d been.

So, you see? It was all as inevitable
as the nursery rhyme.

And when rescue finally reaches here,
there will be 10 little India...

10 dead bodies.

And a mystery that no one can solve.

- 10?
- My dear child.

I'm a fatally sick man. I received
my sentence over a year ago.

But rather than... go slowly... and distressingly,...

I have chosen to leave this...
blemished world... in my own way.

But you can't force me to hang myself.

The only living person left with 9 bodies will
most certainly spend her final years shut up.

So, the choice is yours, my dear.

Either life imprisonment... or to take your life.

I would suggest the latter.

At least, it has a modicum of dignity.

Two... little Indians... sitting... in the... sun...

I’ve brought you here to charge
you with the following crimes.

General André Salvé, Croix de Guerre,

that you achieved honor from dishonor.

And sent five men to their certain deaths.

Ilona Morgan, actress,

that you did bring about the death of your husband,
in a most cold-blooded and ruthless manner.

Dr. Edward Armstrong, that
you did kill Mrs. Ivy Benson.

And betrayed your sacred trust.

Michel Raven, entertainer,

that you were guilty for the murder of
William and Lisa Stern,

whose bodies, when they were found,
were almost unrecognizable.