All language subtitles for And Then There Were None - S01E03 - DVDRip x264-GHOULS

BLORE: We must all have
something in common.

- Someone who knows us all.
- It's the poem.

It's the poem. Don't you see?

No-one's coming for us.
This is the end.

CYRlL: You like Uncle Hugo,
don't you?

VERA:
I do. I'm in love with him.

ARMSTRONG: One chopped himself
in half. Then there were six.

So she's right. It is the poem.

We have sharp minds.

We should stick together.

LOMBARD: It was locked.

Which means
there must be a master key.

BLORE: Any one of us
could have had the key.

Any one of us
could have the gun.

WARGRAVE: The killer is not out
there. The killer is in here.

It is one of us.

(Wind whistling
and rain pattering)

(Thunder crashes)

OLlVlA:
Look how happy Cyril is now.

Hugo always works wonders.

He is the most marvellous man.

VERA: He seems very nice.

I really can't imagine

many would be as kind
underthe circumstances.

What circumstances?

Well, I had no idea I was
pregnant when my husband died.

So Hugo, as the nephew,
stood to inherit.

And when little Cyril
popped out,

that was it for Hugo's hopes.

What he needs is some rich girl,
loaded down with Daddy's money,

but...he's a romantic.

Wants to marry for love.

But how can he
when he doesn't have a penny?

Love, Miss Claythorne,
is a very costly pursuit.

Oh, well done, Cyril! Oh!

HUGO: All right up there?

I might go and play with them.

Oh, hello. Looks like we've got
some reinforcements, Cyril.

- Ready, old thing?
CYRlL: Ready.

I don't think Miss Claythorne
can hit a ball.

- Girls can't, Uncle Hugo.
- We'll have to see.

Oh, shot!

Over here! Quick! Quick! She's
going to get all the way round!

Come on, now.

Well done. Well done, Cyril.

Very good.

ARMSTRONG: We can't just
sit here doing nothing.

Well, what are we
supposed to do?

Light a fire on the headland.
Signal for help.

LOMBARD: Not in this weather.

(Mutters) Where's she going?

- Where are you going?
- To make tea. I'll bring it in.

What else are you going to bring
in? A knife from the kitchen?

The gun,
from wherever you've hidden it?

And what are you going to be
putting in the tea?

- She'll wipe out all of us.
- There'll be lemon in the tea.

I... I won't bring a knife
and I don't have the gun.

If I did, I wouldn't be killing
you all at the same time.

- How do we knowthat?
- Because it's one by one

and in a particularway.
Or have you not paid attention?

And nowhere on that does it say
anything about a gun,

you idiotic, cretinous bastard!

(Slow handclapping)

(Laughs) I'll come with you.

No.

No, we go...

singly or...in a group.

I hear you were one for
the black square and the rope,

Judge Wargrave.

When it was appropriate, yes.

And Tubs here tells me

you used to go and watch
all the hangings you'd ordered.

- Is that true?
- You stop calling me that.

Is that true, Judge?

I had the powerto condemn
men and women to death

fortheir crimes.

With great power
comes great responsibility.

I believe that to look away
as that power is exercised

was both irresponsible
and cowardly.

Did you watch Edward Seton hang?

VERA: I remember Edward
Seton from the newspapers.

Everyone said he was innocent.

He wasn't.

He left diaries.

They proved a warped
and corrupted mind.

He believed his victims
were full offilth

and that he was cleansing
the world of their stain.

Taunting the police with...
clues and misdirections

excited him...

..as much as torture and sadism.

He was guilty and you passed
the right verdict.

Why didn't you go and see him?

I did.

It was unsettling.

Different.

He refused the hood.

He wanted me to see his face.

Perhaps to impute that there was
some commonality between us.

Perhaps to...

Iaugh at me.

VERA: Laugh at you?
- Yes.

At justice.

It meant nothing to him.

He wasn't cowed by it, or by me.

I was nothing.

I would soon be forgotten,
a footnote in history.

Whereas...

he, with his legacy
ofblood and horror,

would be remembered for ever.

Well, it worked.

He haunts me still.

(Clunk)

But...

Iaughter or not, justice came,
as it always does,

and the world is free
of his terrible darkness.

This is ridiculous. We can't
just sit around doing nothing!

WARGRAVE: Very well, Doctor.

We said singly or in a group.

I'm going to read.

I'm sorry, Dr Armstrong, but
your agitation tires me greatly.

(Door closes)

(Thunder)

(High-pitched tone)

(Glass ringing)

LOMBARD: "Justice came."

The killer and Wargrave
having common cause,

the same thrill...
from handing out death.

You took the piss
when I said the Judge.

Yes, well,
now I think different.

How many men has he seen dangle?

What does that do to someone?

He's on his own.
Could be plotting anything.

(Ringing continues)

(Hugo whispers) I love you.

(Vera whispers) I love you.

- (Ringing continues)
- Stop it, will you!

Just stop it!

(Ringing stops)

(Ringing resumes)

As ifwe haven't had to
put up with you.

Breathing and smoking,

scratching, fidgeting
and pacing.

- (Ringing stops)
- I'm going to bed.

(Thunderclap)

(Wind whistling)

(Matches rattle)

(Exhales with relief)

(Turns on tap and water runs)

(Muffled lively voices)

(Crack of thunder)

(Turns tap off)

(Thudding outside)

(Screaming)

Cyril!

Cyril!

Cyril! No! (She sobs)

No!

No.

No!

No!

(Muffled) Vera.

Hey.

Vera.

- Here.
- No.

Oh, for Christ's sake, it's
sal volatile. Smelling salts.

Breathe slowly. In through
the nose, out through the mouth.

- (Vera coughs)
- There we are.

I thought there was somebody
in the room with me.

Here.

- Have some brandy.
- (She gasps)

(Lombard chuckles)

Good for you, Vera.

What? Are you saying
I've done something to it?

I'm going to go and fetch a
bottle that hasn't been opened.

- I need some water.
BLORE: This brandy's all right.

I haven't done anything to it.
Brandy's good for shock.

(Whispers) He called herVera.

Lombard. That's the second time.

(Whispers) There's something
going on between them.

Sealed...and untampered with.

- (Thunder)
BLORE: What's that for?

A chandelier, maybe.
Like downstairs.

A chandelier? In the bedroom?

Well, it's posh people,
isn't it?

They'd put a chandelier
anywhere.

They'd put a chandelier in a
pigsty ifthe fancy took them.

(Lombard chuckles)

I'm becoming very fond of you,
Tubs.

Mm. You're an arrogant arsehole.

Ooh.

Bloody hell.
Sorry, Miss Claythorne.

VERA: No, you're right.
(Laughs) He's an arsehole.

Where's the Judge?

(Wind howling)

ARMSTRONG: Jesus!

He's been shot in the head.

- What are you doing?
- His head needs to be wrapped

- ifwe're going to move him.
LOMBARD: He's right.

You don't want his brains
spilling out all overthe floor.

Don't use your jacket,
Armstrong.

I'll find something else.

VERA: Shot?

- Are you sure?
- Well, look at him.

We searched everywhere
forthat gun.

You went back downstairs
to get the bottle.

You went downstairs, too,
to get a glass of brandy.

And you.
You disappeared for a bit.

To fetch my bag, so that
I could attend to...Vera.

We didn't hearthe shot.

You could've muffled it -
with a cushion.

Have to take yourword for it.

I've never shot a man
in the head.

That's more
yourfield of expertise.

Howwould I have had the time
to go downstairs,

grab a bottle ofbrandy,
quickly put a slug in Wargrave,

making sure nobody heard,
dress him up

and make it back upstairs again?

Tubs here was away for longer.

I'm not as quick on my feet
as you.

"Five little soldier boys
going in for law.

One got Chancery
and then there were four."

One by one...
and in a particularway.

- And where's my gun?
- Don't bloody look at me.

ARMSTRONG: Or me.

(Crack ofthunder)

(Wind howling outside)

ARMSTRONG: I can't stand
the sound ofthat wind.

I can't stand it.

I'm not just going to sit here
and wait to die.

(Lively jazz on gramophone)

(Musicwafts through the house)

(Distant laughter)

In the war,
we did this all the time.

Had to stay awake.

Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies!

Bones, blood, skulls.

Just this... This... This...
This parade.

Endless parade of shattered...

shattered meat.

Just standing there cutting off
legs and arms and...

guts everywhere,

and bodies and screaming...

(Muffled laughter)

ACTOR: Ladies and gentlemen!

Silence, please!

You are charged with
the following indictments...

- Edward George Armstrong...
- That's me!

- William Henry Blore...
- That's me!

..that you did murder
James Stephen Landor.

Well...

- Vera Elizabeth Claythorne...
ARMSTRONG: The smell!

And the noise,
the noise, the noise!

- The noise!
- (Yelps and howls like a dog)

(Laughter and music)

(Blore howling)

Prisoners at the bar...

- how do you plead?
- Guilty!

(Music and laughter)

What are you laughing at?

(Sniffing)

(Slow jazz playing)

Blore.

Watch them. Watch them.

You stick with me, Vera.

We're going to get through this.

I have no intention
of getting killed.

Death...is for other people,
not for us.

ARMSTRONG: You see?

Look at them. Together.

Perhaps it's them.

Mr and Mrs Owen.

It's them. It's them.

- It's them.
- (Blore mutters)

(Mutters)

BLORE: I'm going to bed.

This party's over.

(Crackling)

(Key turns in lock)

(She moans softly)

(Panting)

BLORE: Now, look here, sunshine,
you've been pinched.

And we know what for.

Lurking about in a gentlemen's
public convenience in the bogs.

What am l? Born yesterday?

Now, you're lucky you got me,

not some other copper who might
have been a bit heavy-handed.

I mean, look at you.
There's nothing of you.

You're soft.

Eh?

Like a peach or something.

You'd be mush in a moment.

So go on.

On yourway.

Let this be a lesson to you,
all right?

Be more discreet.

You don't want to get a bloody
nose or do a stretch inside,

cos it's no fun
for you lot in the nick.

Go on. Scarper.

Thank you.

That's what I should've done,
ain't it?

That's what I should've done.

But I didn't.

(He gasps)

(Creaking)

(Door closes nearby)

(Soft footsteps)

(Quick footsteps)

(Whispers) Bastard!

(Whispers) Lombard. Lombard.
(Shouts) Lombard! Lombard!

- (Banging down hallway)
- Hey!

VERA: What is it?
- It's him. It is Armstrong.

He's left the house.
I saw him.

Better lock your door, Vera,
and put a chair against it.

How are you?

How is Mrs Hamilton?

I'm taking herto London.
She can't stay here.

Of course.

She...wanted to give you three
months' pay in lieu of notice

because...obviously,
you cannot be a governess

when there is no child
to govern.

If Mrs Hamilton is in London,
I can look afterthe house.

Even if I am not a governess,

I can still look after
the house...as a friend.

I'm locking the house up.

I imagine it might be sold.

But it's...yours now.

I will have to find
somewhere to stay.

I'll find a nice hotel.

Forwhen you come down.

Perhaps I'll find us
a little cottage.

I have to be with Olivia.

She's really rather unwell.

There will be an inquest.

They want it to be quite soon.

So you'll be needed.

Of course.

And you'll come down forthat?

I have to go.

Poor little Cyril.

Poor little Cyril.

(Door handle rattles)

(Knocking)

LOMBARD: Vera. It's us.

BLORE: It was just on your bed?

It was just on my bed.

How do I know you didn't
plant it in there last night?

If Philip had the gun before
now, he'd have taken it with you

when you went after Armstrong.

You could've crept out
and planted it.

There was no-one here
to hear you.

I had my door locked in case
Armstrong came back.

Armstrong's disappeared.

Thin air.

We split up when we went
searching last night, didn't we?

Yes, we did.

Did you find him?
You chuck him offthe cliff?

No, Tubs, I didn't find him
and chuck him offthe cliff.

- Did you?
- No!

No.

VERA: Red herring.

What?

"Four little soldier boys
going out to sea.

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

Red herring.

Armstrong's still alive.

Why is it always you
that works it out?

It has been from the off, innit?

Working it out.

Armstrong said that an' all.

LOMBARD: It's been a long night.

You're letting the booze and the
powder do the thinking, Tubs.

I told you to stop
calling me that!

Yourfirst name's William,
isn't it?

Do you get Will or...

Bill.

I get Bill.

Well, Bill...

whose idea was it
to put music on,

to get drunk so we'd all pass
out and not hear anything?

Armstrong.

And who did you first suspect?

Who did you get the scent on
right from the off?

Armstrong.

VERA: Red herring.

He's been playing us off
each other from the start.

And he's still alive because
people don't just vanish.

Not on an island this size.

He's still alive.

I've got an allotment at home.

In Edmonton.

I love it.

It's my little
patch of paradise.

That's the best thing
in the world,

just sitting there
watching it all...

..growing away.

(Chuckles)

A cup oftea from the flask
and a bit ofbread and cheese.

A radish that you've pulled from
the ground a moment before.

Great big peppery radish.

Simple things.

Good things.

Wish I'd chucked the letterfrom
Ulick Norman Owen in the bin.

And it serves me right...

..fortrying to earn
a bit of cash on the sly.

Serves us all right.

(Voice breaking)
Are we dead already?

What?

Perhaps we're dead already
and we just don't realise it.

And this is hell.

We're in hell.

And we're being punished
forwhat we done.

Cos I did kill him.

Landor.

I stomped him till he was pulp.

His own mother couldn't see him,

couldn't say goodbye.

I murdered him all right.

He was helpless.

And I didn't stop.

Must've been so frightened.

He was...just a young lad.

(Sobs)

I've got a tomato crop
that's got to be harvested.

Who's going to do that?

What's going to happen
to my allotment?

Hey, come on, Tubs.

We're not done yet.
Us three against him.

We can hold our own.

Someone has to come for us soon.
They have to.

That's the spirit.

Who's going to come for us?

That Narracott neverturned up
when he was supposed to.

I reckon he was paid off.

We light a fire...on the cliff.

Someone's bound to see it.

VERA: And we're going
to need supplies.

I don't want to spend another
night in this house. Do you?

I reckon we're being watched.

We are.

- Let's go.
- OK.

Come on, Tubs, let's go.

(Clattering)

(Gulls cry)

Where is he?

Stay here.

Don't follow me!

(Snarls)

(Shallow breathing)

Ohh.

(Vera panting)

"Three little soldier boys
walking in the zoo.

A big bear hugged one
and then there were two."

LOMBARD: Poor Tubs.

Poor Tubs.

- (Front door opens and closes)
- (Clock chimes)

(Panting)

The tide's changing.

Philip?

Philip...

there's something down there.

Armstrong.

- Come on.
- Where?

Not here.

I need to find a better view.

No, no, no, we...
We can't leave him like this.

It's not right.
We can't leave him.

Yes, we can.

When the boat comes, Philip,
they'll see him like this,

and we haven't done
the decent...the right thing.

Howwill it look for us?

Please.

Please!

(Vera cries out)

It's you!

It's you, it's all you,
all of it!

Give me the gun.

You're going to kill me.

No...no...

I'm not going to kill you, Vera.

But there's somebody else
on this island...

There's no-one else!

..somebody who'll kill us both
ifyou don't give me that gun.

There's no-one else!
You've killed them all!

Listen to me,
we're being hunted!

Right now, we're being hunted!

I need the gun!

Give it to me.

Vera...

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Vera.

(Vera grunts)

(Gunshot)

(Screams)

(Continues screaming)

VERA: I promised him a game of
bat and ball after our lessons.

A reward for being so good.

He wanted to swim.

He always wanted to swim.

But I said no.

I went to get the bat and ball
for our game.

And he was gone.

I ran after him...

I ran as fast as I could.

If only I hadn't turned away
for a minute,

but it was only a minute
while I got the bat and ball.

If only.

(Exhales)

Thank you.

Thank you for
trying to save him.

Thank you fortrying.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

You know, before I wasn't sure.

But I am sure now.

Watching you,
hearing you speak...

Now I'm sure.

- What are you sure of?
- That you're lying.

You couldn't catch up
with him...Cyril?

I've seen you run, Vera.

You're fast, you're strong,
you sprint.

You turned your back for a
moment and couldn't catch Cyril?

- Hugo, you can't think...
- I knowwhy you did it.

But what you don't understand is
I really loved that little boy.

So did l. And I love you.

I can't prove it.
I can't prove a thing.

Oh, but, Vera,
if I did have proof...

..I'd see you hang.

Cyril!

VERA: Now...

You're strong enough to swim
to that rock, aren't you?

You're strong enough.
Are you excited?

OK.

On your marks...

get set...

go!

MAN: Nearly there!

Hold on!

Don't worry.

I've got you.

(Clock ticking)

(Rope creaks)

(Door handle turning)

Hugo.

Hugo.

(Grunts)

(Chokes)

"Two little soldier boys
sitting in the sun..."

(Choking)

"One got frizzled up
and then there was one.

One little soldier boy
left all alone,

He went and hanged himself

And then there were none."

(Vera gasps and chokes)

Are you wondering about the...?

(Chuckles)

Liver and kidneys.

You all believed the Doctor
when he said I was dead.

- None of you checked.
- I need to get down.

Armstrong made it
so much easier.

He was very keen
to forge an alliance.

I don't know what he thought
was going to happen

when he ran out into the night
to meet me.

Perhaps that I was going
to save him.

(Gasping)

I lied about the success
of my surgery.

The mass, the tumour,
is spreading.

There's nothing to be done
but await the inevitable.

It's quite extraordinarily
painful.

Well, not long now, though.

Why are you doing this?

Because justice comes to all.

I told you that.
Were you not listening?

The evidence that led me to
convict Edward Seton

was considered too terrible
to be made public.

It was the stuff of nightmares.

Really.

And where others
were revolted...

(Vera gulps)

..Miss Claythorne,
I was fascinated.

And when Seton
looked into my eyes,

he could see
that I was thrilled.

He knew that I was
a kindred spirit.

And when his neck snapped...

..I felt as if I had been
handed a gift.

VERA: No...

No...

you don't mean any of this.

You are a good man.

- Moral.
- Moral?

(Gasps and chokes)

Maybe there's something in that.

There are differences
between Seton and myself.

All his victims were innocent.

You are all guilty.

Now, imagine...

the detectives arrive to find
a house full of slaughter.

And the handiwork
of UN Owen everywhere.

(Vera gasps and chokes)

But UN Owen himself
is nowhere to be seen.

But who else could have fired
the final shot

that ended the life of
the unimpeachable judge?

Ten bodies and no murderer.

How could he have disappeared?

(Gasping and choking)

So unfathomable.

They'll be worrying about it
for years.

No. No, wait.

There's... There's...

There's no more bullets.

There can be no final shot.

Because the gun is empty.

There are no more bullets.

Damn!

It's all spoiled.

No, not spoiled.

Yes, it is. There are corpses
everywhere and only me left.

Not just you. There's me!

The two of us together.

We'll say it was Philip...

that he was mad.

Oh, he was quite the sanest
ofthe lot, I thought.

He was insane.

He killed us all and I shot him.

I shot him to defend us.

It was all Philip Lombard.

You took him as your lover.

Yes.

You've got his blood
on yourfeet.

In self-defence.

We'll say that.

We'll say that.

They'll believe us.

They believed me last time.

What a beguiling woman you are,
Miss Claythorne.

Vera.

Quite my favourite, really.

There's no final bullet, Judge.

But I can save us both.

I'll keep your secret
and I will save us both.

Just let me down. Please.

(Creak of rope tightening)

(Vera choking)

You forgot the one that shot me.