Agatha Christie's - And Then There Were None - full movie (1945 film)

This is the best movie version of Agatha Christie's classic mystery novel. Ten people are trapped on a remote island, and they are killed off one by one. .
And Then There Were None is a 1945 film adaption of Agatha Christie's best-selling mystery novel And Then There Were None directed by René Clair.
The film changes certain characters' names and adheres to the ending of the play rather than that of the novel. Though its subject matter is dark, the screenplay injects considerable humor into the proceedings, lightening the tone of Christie's grim book. It was directed by René Clair from a screenplay by Dudley Nichols. The film could arguably be seen as a precursor to the modern slasher film, though it certainly isn't gory, and the deaths are not played up for their horror, as they are in slasher films today.

Cast -

Barry Fitzgerald...Judge Francis J. Quinncannon
Walter Huston...Dr. Edward G. Armstrong
Louis Hayward...Philip Lombard/Charles Morley
June Duprez...Vera Claythorne
Roland Young...Detective William Henry Blore
Mischa Auer...Prince Nikita "Nikki" Starloff
C. Aubrey Smith...General Sir John Mandrake
Judith Anderson...Emily Brent
Richard Haydn...Thomas Rogers
Queenie Leonard...Ethel Rogers

What a quiet place!

Indeed. Yes, very quiet. Very quiet

There's your bathroom, miss

I see we have the same bathroom

I think I'd better introduce myself.

I'm Vera Claythorne, Mrs. Owen's secretary.

Oh, My name is Emily Brent

Is there anything you want, Miss?

Well, I'd 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 ladies and gentlemen who are invited for the weekend.

Didn't Mrs. Owen mention me?

I-- I haven't seen Mrs Owen yet.

We only came here a few days ago.

Oh! This is a large house. What staff have you here?

Just me and Rogers, Miss

Does Mr. Owen know we've arrived?

He's not here yet, Sir.

Where is Mrs. Owen?

They were delayed in London, Sir. I got a letter.

They will be here for dinner, 8 O'clock, Sir.

We tell the story in Ireland about the two Englishmen who were cast away

on a desert island for 3 years and never spoken to each other

because they hadn't been introduced.

I'm not English. My name is Prince Nikita Starloff. Call me Nikki

Well, that breaks the ice, Gentleman.

I'm Judge Quincannon

How do you, sir? I'm, uh, Dr. Armstrong.

My name's Lombard. Philip Lombard.

I'm General Mandrake.

Sir John Mandrake, isn't it, General?

Some years ago I was called in consultation

Your wife was ill.

My wife is dead, John.

If you gentlemen will be good enough to follow me

I will show you to your rooms.

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.

Blaw

Blaw?

William Henry Blaw.

Oh, Philip Lombard.

I'm afraid you've got the wrong bag.

You're very observing, Mr. Blaw.

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're sharing a bathroom.

Oh, I, I didn't know.

The only time I regret being a bachelor is when I have to dress for dinner.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

Do you know this part of the English coast?

No, I can't say I do.

Something magical about an island.

Yeah, like a little world of its own.

How would you like to spend your last days here?

Haha, no thanks, I think a weekend will be enough.

Eh. We all build islands in our imaginations

represents escape.

Half my patients are sick because they're trying to escape reality.

Well, what's your answer?

Oh, I tell them fairy tales.

I build up islands of imagined security

Don't you believe in medicine, Doctor?

Do you believe in justice, Judge?

[LAUGHTER]

[RUNNING WATER]

Mr. Blaw?

Yes?

The bathroom's yours.

[RUNNING WATER]

Do you think they're done?

Done enough for them!

OW!

[PAN CRASHING TO FLOOR]

Ethel.

Don't stand there gawking! Get them up!

Did you wash the floor this morning?

Do you suppose I have time for everything?

It's not right to go inviting a house full of guests

I'll talk to Mr. Owen when he comes.

You tell him we're quitting!

The agency didn't tell us the house was so big and so lonely.

You knew it was an island.

Huh! With only one house.

Makes me nervous.

HERE!

What they don't know won't hurt 'em.

Everyone has to eat a peck of dirt before he dies.

Ladies and Gents, may I propose a toast to our gracious hostess

Mrs. Own

Uh uh, Doctor, I saw you drank water. It's bad luck.

Water never hurt anyone, sir. Especially in my profession.

Don't forget the old proverb, Doctor: Never trust a man who doesn't drink.

Sounds like the Bible. Great Book!

And now I give you our charming host: Mr Owen!

Jolly good fellow!

And I hope, sir, that will conclude all possible toasts.

Tell me, Miss Claythorne, why do they call this place Indian Island?

I don't know.

Excuse me, sir, the boatman told me it's because it's shaped like the head of an Indian

Oh, that accounts for the little Indians.

Indians! We're not out of toasts, sir!

I drink to the Indians. Each little Indian individually.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten little Indians!

Ten little Indians. It's like the nursery rhyme.

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine

One choked his little self

and then there were nine.

Aw, poor little fellow.

Here's to him! And what happened to the rest of them?

Nine little Indian boys set up very late, one over set himself and then there were eight.

Then what happened?

You'll find the rhymes on the piano.

Mr. Owen seems to be fond of little indians.

[SINGING] Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon, one said he'd stay right there

and then there were seven.

Seven little Indian boys chopping up some sticks, till one chopped himself in half and then

there were six.

Six little indian boys playing with a hive, a bumblebee stung one of them and then

there were five

Five little indian boys going in for law, now one got in chancery and then there were four

Four little indian boys going out to sea, the red herring swallowed one and then

there were three

Three little indians boys walking in the zoo, a big bear hugged one and then

there were two.

The place for nursery rhymes is in the nursery.

Don't worry, judge, he's down to the last indian.

Two little indian boys sitting in the sun, one got all frizzled up and then there was one.

One little indian boy left all alone.

Tsk-tsk-tsk

So he went and hanged himself and then

there

were

none.

Silence please.

Ladies and gentleman, this is your host Mr. Owen speaking.

You are charged with the following crimes.

General Sir John Mandrake: That did you deliberately send your wife's lover,

Lieutenant Arthur Macefield 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 uncontrolled drunkeness, you did kill Mrs. Mary Cleese.

Prince Nikita Starlov: that you're guilty of the murder of Fred and Lucy Marlow.

Vera Claythorne: that you did murder your sister's fiance, Richard Barclay

Judge Francis J. Quincannon, that you were responsible for the death by hanging of one Edward Seaton

Philip Lombard, that you were guilty of the death of twenty-one men, members of an East African tribe.

William H. Blaw: that by perjuring your testimony, you did bring about the death of James Landaw

Thomas and Ethel Rogers: that you brought about the death of your invalid employer, Mrs. Jennifer Brady

[Shriek]

[Dishes crashing]

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

Silence, please, Ladies and Gentleman, this is your host Mr. O--

What's going on here?!

What kind of a practical joke is this?!

It's on the record.

An outragous lie!

It's called 'Swan Song'

May I ask who put this on the gramophone?

I did, sir.

I didn't know what it was.

On my life I didn't know. I--

I was just obeying orders, that was all, sir.

Who's orders?

Mr. Owens'

Now, let's get this quite clear.

Mr. Owens orders were what exactly?

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

I thought it was just a piece of music.

It's the truth, sir.

I haven't seen Mr. Owen.

I was telling my wife.

I told you we shouldn't have come here!

I want to get away!

I won't touch their money!

Shut up!

First thing to do, Rogers, is to get your wife to bed.

May I have your attention to please?

This letter to Rogers as signed by Mr. U.N. Owen.

I must confess I don't know Mr. Owen personally.

What kind of a man is he?

Who knows him?

Haha! You all come to a house and you don't know the host.

What about yourself, your Highness?

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

I knew we shouldn't have come here!

Quiet, Ethel!

I knew someone would find out about it someday!

I told you!

Shut up, I tell you!

Oh, she's quite out of her head, Doctor.

Ah, hysteria induced by shock. Give her this sedative.

Ten drops in half a glass of water.

Ah, yes, sir.

If she doesn't sleep, repeat the dose in two hours.

Oh, I, oh I hope she'll sleep, Doctor.

Ah, Dr. Armstrong, we've taken all the evidence except your own.

What's your reason for being here?

Well, quite frankly, I came here professionally.

I received a letter from Mr. Owen asking me to come here and spend the weekend and pretend to be a guest

so that I might examine his wife who had refused to see a doctor.

I'll summarize our findings.

We've all received letters from old trusted friends inviting us to spend the weekend here

as guests of their friends the Owens

Miss Claythorne was employed through an agency

and told to report to Mrs. Owen

This letter to Mr. Lombard is the only one directly from Mr. Owen.

Very peculiar

I might even call it threatening, what do you say?

I say that the only person whose presence here hasn't been explained is that gentleman

Well, your Honor, I see no reason to conceal it any longer.

I'm here to do a job.

I was hired

By whom?

This man Owen.

You saw him?

No. He enclosed a fat money order with that.

Tell me to join the house party and pose one of the guests.

I run a detective agency in Plymouth.

I got me credentials.

Look here, Judge.

All of these letters refer to our host as U.N. Owen.

U.N. Owen

"Unknown!"

Yeah, Mr. Unknown, has not only enticed us here under false pretenses

but has taken the trouble to find out a great deal about us.

[Yelling]

Listen, my friends!

The accusation is true!

Now I remember!

A year ago, two people in the road,

I was driving fast, fast, Fast!

What happened?

They took my license away.

What about the two people?

I ran over them.

Beastly bad luck.

[PIANO MUSIC]

I'm still not clear as to the purpose of our unknown host in getting us to assemble here.

My opinion, this person, whoever he may be, is not of normal mind.

He may be dangerous.

I think'll it do well for someone to leave this island immediately.

I quite agree, Sir.

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

I can't sir, there's no telephone.

The boat only comes twice a week, sir.

It won't come again 'til Monday.

And this is only Friday.

You have no boat here?

No, sir.

Why do you want to leave, my friends?

Why don't we get to the bottom of this mystery?

It's wonderful!

Thrilling!

At our time of life, Sir, we've no desire for "thrills," as you call them.

Your legal mind has lost its taste for adventure.

I am all for crime, Your Honor.

May I propose a toast

Here is to crime!

[Coughing]

[Gagging]

How perfectly disguting.

To drink like an animal.

Huh?

What'd you say?

He's not moving.

Just plain drunk.

Just plain dead.

What'd the doctor say?

Dead.

What?

[Melody of 'Ten Little Indians']

What are you looking at, Rogers?

It's broken, sir.

You'll have more than that to report to the owner of this house.

But Mr. Owen isn't the owner of this house, sir.

He's only leased it for the season.

Ahhhh.

Then you know more than you told us.

Come, come, Rogers, I'm quite sure there's no one else on the island.

I swear to it, sir.

I believe you, Rogers, but I'm afraid your story will be questioned by the police.

[ten little indians melody playing]

Don't touch it!

I thought you'd gone to bed, Mr. Blaw.

In our profession, Doctor, we don't always do what we appear to do.

Perhaps it's the same in yours.

Why don't you want me to touch that glass?

I thought it'd be inadvisable for you to have your fingerprints on it.

Smell it.

Lethal solution!

Curisine?

That, I believe, comes under your profession, Sir.

Doctor!

Doctor Armstrong1

Doctor Armstrong

What is it, Rogers?

It's the wife, sir. She doesn't look right to me.

Go ahead, I'll follow you.

Good Morning, Ms. 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?

You mind if I sit down like this?

Morning, Judge.

Morning, Ms. Brent.

What? Is something worrying you?

I don't understand it.

There are a lot of things I don't understand, Sir.

These little figures. How many were there last night?

Ten.

Rogers found one broken after, after what happened.

And now how many do you see?

Eight.

Only eight.

That's what I counted.

Oh, let Mr. Owen worry about it.

They're his indians.

What about breakfast, now?

I'm afraid you'll 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 cannot say.

Conscience.

Oh, conscience, my eye. What about her husband?

He was scared to death, he feared his wife a talker.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry there's no breakfast prepared but, you see, my wife--

Oh, it's alright.

But, I thought you told us he was dead.

His wife.

Huh?

HIS WIFE!

Wife?

Hmmmno, no, no.

I don't think a man would ever kill his wife.

No matter how guilty she was.

The wicked flee where no man pursueth

Two accidental deaths in twelve hours? I don't believe it.

Nor I. What, what do you say, Judge?

How does the rhyme go, Miss Claythorne?

Ten little indians?

One choked his little self and then there were nine.

Uh huh, go on.

One overslept himself, and then there were eight.

We are eight people on this island now.

Lombard!

I'll be ready in a minute!

Take your time!

You know I got it.

Got what?

There's one thing this fellow Owen forgot: this island is just a bare rock.

We'll catch that raving maniac

We've been acting like fools to think we're the only people on the island!

You mean Rogers was lying?

Why not?

The man is scared, scared out of his senses. That's obvious.

That's why I think he's telling the truth. A lunatic like Owen could've found a hiding place

before Rogers arrived here.

It doesn't matter if Rogers is lying or not, you agree that Mr. Owen, his squire, is hiding, don't you?

He'll certainly be dangerous, we've got to be armed.

Yes, too bad we're not allowed to carry fire arms in England.

It puts the normal citizen at a great disadvantage.

You mean you haven't any weapon?

You know, Blaw, it's strange, but I came to the same conclusion you did.

That Mr. Owen is hiding.

Maybe inside this house.

He'd have to an accomplice wouldn't he?

If you ask me, Rogers isn't the only queer one in this house.

I have a feeling I'm being watched.

Secretly.

What do you see?

I

I thought I heard a strange voice.

Gentlemen, I have come to the conclusion that the invisible Mr. Owen is hiding somewhere on this island.

Extraordinary.

I was looking for you to tell you the same thing.

That's what I think, sir.

Me too.

We've all come to the same opinion.

We must find this place of concealment.

Immediately.

So long as there's a lunatic at large, we are in mortal danger.

Did you hear that?

Hello, Puss.

Looking for a mouse?

So are we.

What I'd like to know is whether we're the cat or the mouse.

Nobody in theGeneral's room, not even the General.

I wonder where the old boy is.

I don't know.

I don't even think he knows where he is himself.

Oh

Nothing in there but the Russian

I keep hearing that song he was singing last night just before he popped off.

Ten little indians. It certainly was his swan song.

One thing is certain: he isn't inside. Therefore he must be outside.

Brilliant thinking, Blaw.

I'm afraid it's no use watching for the boat. It won't come till Monday.

No boat will ever come, Juliet.

We are here forever.

What made you love him, Juliet?

Sir John.

Oh.

Forgive me, my child. You don't understand.

Nobody!

Not a living thing!

Not even a hiding place.

Not even a seagull could hide down there.

I don't understand it.

Maybe we've been wrong.

built up a nightmare out of imagination.

Two people dead isn't imagination.

The Russian may have committed suicide.

And Mrs. Rogers?

Well, you didn't give her an overdose last night, did you?

Doctors can't afford to make mistakes of that kind.

We can't have blunder as detectives sometimes do.

It wouldn't be your first mistake if that gramophone record is to be believed.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is no time for quarreling.

Let's face it: we're in a trap.

You shouldn't forget the Ten Little Indians on the dinner table.

That's right, Mr. Owen's hand, it's plain to see.

Yes, but where the devil is Mr. Owen himself?

[THUNDER CLAP]

If Mr. Owen is on this island, he'll catch his death of cold.

If that's supposed to be a joke, I don't see the point.

All we have to do is keep quiet and we'd hear him sneeze.

Oh.

I'm sorry, it's only cold meat and salad. I did the best I could.

We understand.

Rogers, we're only seven today.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

Have you called General Mandrake?

Oh, I--I looked in his room, Miss, but he's not there.

Didn't he come in the house?

I didn't see him, Doctor.

The last time I saw him, he was mooning around on the beach.

He seemed 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.

Right-o, the old boy's barmy.

Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.

Well, aren't we looking for a lunatic?

He said no boat will ever come.

Then he knows something.

Maybe he's not as crazy as we think he is.

[DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING]

Doctor, you better come with me.

Don't wait for us.

And don't wait for the general any longer.

Poison glass could mean suicide.

An overdose of sedative might have been an accident.

But this instrument

which you saw me remove from the back of the third victim

means only one thing

murder

[CLAP OF THUNDER]

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 thinks we're guilty of certain crimes which the law can attach and

he's appointed himself to execute justice.

That is why he has enticed us to this island.

There's no one on this island, I tell you! No one!

Doctor!

Doctor Armstrong!

What is it, man?

[CLAP OF THUNDER]

There's another little indian figure missing.

That accounts for the General.

I was expecting that.

You just said there's no one on this island.

In the sense you may know.

Nevertheless, I'm now certain that Mr. Owen is here.

How can he be there?

I don't believe in the invisble man.

He's not invisible.

Mr. Owen could only come to this island in one way.

It's perfectly clear.

Mr Owen is one of us.

[THUNDER CLAP]

[Ten Little Indians Melody Playing]

[Ten little indians on piano]

Do you have to do that?

I'm just studying Mr. Owen's little scheme.

Maybe you know how the General was killed.

My dear Blaw, can't you read?

Eight Little Indian boys traveling in Devon, one said he'd stay there, and then there were seven.

The old soldier stayed here, didn't he?

Am I disturbing you're little game?

Not at all, Mr. Blaw.

Nothing clears the mind like a game of precision.

What game are you playing, Judge?

We've come to the conclusion, the Dr. and I, that this whole story is a game of the mind.

There we are.

Eight of us came to this island.

The Rogers were waiting for us.

Don't forget, waiting for us.

One of the ten is Mr. Owen

We agree on that.

Out of all of us.

Three persons are definitely cleared.

Who?

The dead ones.

Our Russian Friend

Mrs. Rogers

and the General.

Seven little indians left.

Six. One is bogus.

Correct, Sir.

One of us is Mr. Owen.

Which one?

Where's your alibi?

I'm not like you, Mr. Blaw. I'm a well known professional.

My dear Doctor, that proves less than nothing.

I too am a well-known person, but doctors have gone mad before now.

Judges have gone mad.

And so have policeman

And may I say explorers, Mr. Lombard.

You may, you may.

Why do you leave Miss Claythorne out of it?

We don't

Nor you, my dear lady.

Well, I quite appreciate that nobody can be exonerated without proof.

What about Roger?

That's what I'm thinking.

What do we know about him?

He put that record on the grammaphone, didn't he?

That's a fact.

How do we know Rogers didn't lease this house and pretend to be the butler?

Oh, no, no, no, no, bad psychology.

You can rule Rogers out definitely.

I don't see why.

Look at the shape of his head

He hasn't the brains for it

and don't forget there's something else, sir.

My wife was one of the victims.

In my time, Rogers, I've had several husbands before me guilty of the murder of their wives.

Huh, well, if you put it that way, sir, they do sometimes drive a man crazy.

We must suspect each and everyone among us.

Now I warn everybody to be on his guard.

If not

We shall all go the same way.

And Mr. Owen?

Will then soon be alone on this island.

E flat, Miss Claythorne.

Aren't you afraid the others will think your playing inappropriate?

I can't stand the silence.

I have to do something.

Go on playing.

If it's any comfort to you

there's one person who doesn't suspect you

Thank you

Aren't you going to return the compliment?

I haven't made up my mind about you, Mr. Lombard.

Whom do you suspect?

The one nearest the fire.

Mm-mm. I think you're wrong.

Well, who then?

A man who believes in punishing crimes.

His brain might slip

and he'd want to be executioner after having been a judge.

Rogers, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Did you--

prepare a nice dinner?

Oh, just cold meat, sir.

Oh, I see, I'm sure you do your best, Rogers.

There's, um, plenty of food for the weekend?

Oh, yes, sir. Everything was provided for.

Oh, Mr. Blaw, may I ask you a question?

Oh, of course. Of course, my dear fellow.

How many will you be for dinner tonight?

But

I see what you mean

[uncomfortable laughter]

Don't forget your vote, Rogers.

In a case like this, a secret vote is the only way to bring out into the open what we're all thinking.

No, no, no, no. Never touch it, no.

But, uh, under the circumstances.

Now, whom do we suspect of being Mr. Owen?

Mr. Lombard, one vote.

Mr. Blaw, one vote.

Ha ha!

Dr. Armstrong, one vote.

Rogers, one vote.

Ms. Brent, one vote.

Ah, I see haven't been neglected.

One vote.

Another vote for you, Rogers.

You win.

You mean, Sir, that I am being accused?

Well, it's not precisely a majority, but you have the most votes.

They're saying it's me because I'm only a butler.

You said I didn't have the brains to do it.

I didn't vote for you, Rogers.

Well, who did then?

Who didn't drink the cocktails you just served?

You think I poisoned those cocktails.

Well, I'll show you, Sir.

Picking on an innocent man.

I can't touch evena drop of alcohol.

No no no no

wait

And if that's what you think of me, I'm not going to serve any dinner.

[everyone objecting]

Don't look so offended, Rogers.

If it had been anybody but you, sir.

I'm sorry, Rogers, but how do I know you didn't vote for me?

I didn't, Your Honor.

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, um, shorten her suffering in this world?

With the complicity, of course, of 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 money?

No, thank you.

Pardon me

[cat meowing]

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, Ms. Brent, that I'm the only one whose name wasn't mentioned in the voting?

That's what I mean.

I find that fact most peculiar.

I know Ms. Brent won't mind if there's a third person.

Not so fast, Mr. Lombard, I'll go with you.

The more the merrier.

And the safer.

Warm in here, isn't it?

yes, quite warm, quite warm.

And, uh, lonely.

Yes, quite lonely, quite, quite lonely.

ROGERS!

Yes, sir?

Oh, would you mind keeping us company for a while?

Oh, anything you wish, sir.

Don't put any water in it.

I shan't, Sir.

Good night, Miss Claythorne.

Don't forget to lock your door

You cannot lock out the devil.

I think there's another one who's barmy.

Looks like it'll end with the whole lot going that way.

I don't fancy you will, Blaw.

No, take a lot to send me off my head.

I don't think you'll be going that way, either.

I feel quite sane at the moment, thank you.

Have you told him?

Yes, sir, I know the jury's decision.

You'd feel safer if I didn't stay inside the house tonight.

Well, then, I shall sleep in the wood shed.

And now, if you'll excuse me, good night.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

I'll lock it behind him.

That's not enough, Mr Blaw.

Still seven.

Lock that door, please.

Put the key there.

We'll have no more indian tricks tonight.

Lock it, Mr. Blaw.

Hey, wait, now no one can get in there but you.

Oh, I see.

Well, but, but, who's gonna keep it?

[LOUD KNOCKING]

Rogers!

Open up, Rogers!

Keep away from that door.

It's me, Lombard! Open up!

Do you take me for a fool, Mr. Lombard?

Don't be silly, Rogers.

Don't be silly yourself, sir.

This is Judge Quincannon.

You know my voice, Rogers.

Doctor Armstrong.

It's Blaw, Rogers!

Open the door!

At a time like this, I wouldn't open the door, even if it was Santa Claus.

We just wanna give you a key

What for?

Nevermind, you idiot.

Hurry up!

It's raining.

Shove it under the door, Sir.

Good night, Rogers.

Keep your door locked.

Don't worry about me, Sir.

[Sneeze]

[Sneeze]

Ooo, be careful, Judge.

Oh I shall.

You know the common cold kills more people than--

Never mind.

I need hardly advise you to lock your doors.

And put a chair under the handle

There are ways of turning locks from the outside

And if it should turn out that one of you is Mr. Owen

just remember: I'm a very light sleeper.

Good night.

Good night, gentlemen.

May we all meet safely in the morning.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

[insistent knocking]

Ms. Brent!

Ms. Brent!

She doesn't answer.

Her door locked?

Of course, try it.

She's not here!

You grasp a fact very quickly, Blaw.

What's wrong, Mr. Blaw?

Ms. Brent's missing.

I knocked on all your doors, she's the only one who didn't answer.

What's wrong with that?

It's late.

Yes, we all overslept.

I heard her get up.

She must have gone downstairs.

[Loud thump]

I locked that door last night.

Who opened it?

Look!

Good morning.

Oh, it's such a pretty pattern. I thought I'd like to copy it for a new shawl.

Was that door locked when you went out?

Oh, yes, I opened it.

Good Morning, Ms. Brent.

I too like to walk before breakfast

but I wouldn't have gone out alone.

I feel perfectly safe when I'm alone, thank you.

I share the feeling, but did you know that Rogers was outside?

Poor man.

I hope he didn't catch cold.

What's that?

Someone's knocking.

Kitchen door.

Rogers, of course! He wants to get in!

I say! We forgot all about breakfast.

Where is he?

Somebody was knocking.

Rogers!

Rogers!

He's not there.

Rogers!

Know what I think?

We've got our man.

It's Rogers.

It fits the psychological pattern.

His behavior last night was distinctly abnormal

Psychological pattern my eye, I go by facts.

He was officially accused

Fact.

He got drunk.

He wouldn't open the door to the woodshed.

Fact.

Realizing this morning that he'd gone to the end of his rope

he disappears.

Fact.

There's another fact you haven't mentioned about Rogers.

He's dead.

The murderer was fastidious

He cleaned this blade after striking down his victim.

Obviously, he crept up behind

swung this chopper

and brought him down

splitting the cranium

[ten little indians melody on the piano]

Seven little indian boys chopping up sticks

one chopped himself in half

and then there were six.

Would it have needed much strength to strike the blow?

Why, a woman could've done it if that's 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's the key?

We found it in Rogers pocket

One, two, three, four, five, six

Another one missing?

But the door was locked.

I get it!

No I don't.

Did you ever hear of a bee sting being fatal?

No, why?

Six little indian boys playing with a hive

a bumble bee stung one and then there were five.

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.

I'd be careful of that young man.

I mean to, Ms. Brent.

I'm careful of everyone.

A clear conscience is the best armor.

This island is an image of life.

Innocence has to live surrounded by criminals.

That sounds like Mr. Owen talking.

I see nothing wrong with his idea of punishing the guilty.

What about his accusations against you?

I wonder if these eggs are fresh.

What about it, Ms Brent?

Your young nephew, aren't you to blame for his death?

Family gossip, Miss Claythorne.

My sister's boy had bad blood

from his father's side, of course.

Whipping did no good.

Naturally, I had to have him placed in the reformatory.

I do hope these eggs aren't over cooked.

What happened to the boy?

Oh, I never saw him again.

He added to his many sins by hanging himself.

I got it!

I know who took the last indian!

Who?

Rogers!

He had the key to this room.

Fact.

He sneaks in and takes a little indian

locks the door again

goes back to the woodshed where he chops some sticks.

Fact.

And then

And then?

He takes the chopper and splits his own cranium.

As the doctor would say.

Fact

I'd like to see you do that to yourself, Blaw.

It would take practice.

Anyone inside the house could leave without being noticed.

True, Ms. 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 back in Rogers' pocket and goes to bed again.

Or goes for an innocent walk before breakfast.

Sorry, Ms. Brent.

Anyone have more tea?

Lombard!

Lombard!

Yes, Blaw?

What you doing here?

You called me, didn't you?

Yes, oh, oh, yes.

I ain't saying, but don't you think the old judge knows too much?

Describing every move?

You'd think he'd been at the scene of the crime.

My Dear Blaw, in my opinion, you haven't a chance.

How's that?

Lack of imagination.

A criminal with a brain like U.N. Owen can think rings around you anytime he wants.

No man ever got the better of me, yet.

How about a woman?

Yes, yes.

One should never trust a woman.

She's clearly a manic depressive.

I don't know why I didn't see it before.

She was very strange in the kitchen this morning.

We all behaved strangely, but I find no evidence.

She left no clues.

But she did.

What about this, huh?

No sane person would think of using seaweed as a pattern for a shawl!

She tried to throw us off the track.

It's her.

I'll stake my life it's her.

Wait, Blaw.

Let Miss Claythorne call her.

She'd be less suspicious.

Ms. Brent!

Ms. Brent!

Ms. Brent.

Ms. Brent!

It's no use, Miss Claythorne.

She'll not answer.

Look at the bee.

Look at the bee!

Just an ordinary bee, Miss Claythorne.

Nothing.

but a small mark on the neck.

Here's your bee, Doctor.

Somebody must've taken it.

It's not here!

Come see for yourself.

What poison was injected?

I could only guess

it was very potent

she must've died immediately.

But the bee.

That bee in her room.

That's our murderers artistic touch.

he likes to stick to his blasted nursery jingle.

It's mad.

We're all mad.

I'm not, Mr Lombard.

I still have my reasoning powers.

There are five of us left.

One of us is a murderer

The rest of us are defenseless.

Defenseless?!

How do we know one of us haven't got a revolver?

A good point, Blaw.

How do we know?

Well, I know I haven't got one.

[??] it's against the law.

How about you, Doctor?

Well, of course not! You can search me, gentlemen.

Search me.

Miss Claythorne?

I wish I had.

Quite right, Miss Claythorne.

It's an unfortunate oversight

One should never be careless when visiting a place one doesn't know.

Why didn't you tell us you had a revolver?

Nobody asked me.

I've got him! Search his pockets.

Aren't you wasting your time?

I know where it is!

Judge, you said just now that one of us was the murderer.

If I were you, I wouldn't let Blaw get at that gun.

It's not here!

Look again, Blaw!

It's gotta be there.

Look in his pocket!

No! Take him off! Take him off!

Not here.

What did you do with it?

What did YOU do with it?

Good heavens! Where is it?

The one who can answer that question is obviously not going to speak.

At a time like this.

A game of the mind to [??] a game of the mind.

You know the safest thing for you to do is to stay in your room.

With the door locked.

What about your self?

Oh, I wouldn't stay out here alone with any of the others.

Why not?

Don't you think it's strange that there's a never third person present when

anything unpleasant occurs?

Mr. Owen always manages to be alone with his victims.

When a third person is present

nothing happens.

Doesn't that make you nervous?

Out here with me alone?

But we're not alone.

I asked Mr. Blaw to keep an eye on us.

He's my third person.

Blaw!

Look, another misfortune.

Something's wrong with the machinery

Batteries must be running down.

We can't keep every light in the house burning tongiht.

I'll go to the woodshed and see to it.

Leave it on, Doctor. Leave it on.

So are you off your game what with this flickering?

You went away from the window and left me

alone.

I gotta go to the woodshed.

You better go to your room and lock your door.

I shall.

Where's Miss Claythorne

I don't know.

Where's Blaw?

He went out to the woodshed.

Woodshed?

What's wrong, Doctor?

Oh, I see.

You and I

we're

we're alone in the house.

Lombard! Lombard!

Come here!

Don't leave us!

[Machinery whirring]

Where's Vera?

Vera?

Miss Claythorne?

Don't come any closer.

Where is she?

Blaw, if you don't tell me, I swear, I'll kill you.

If you make another move, I'll bang you.

Now, Doctor, please.

Give me a chance.

If you are Mr. Owen, for heaven's sake, tell me.

I won't say a word to the others.

Don't torment this way.

If

If you want to kill the others.

I won't interfere.

I won't say a word.

I'll even help you if you'll spare my life.

Look, I trust you.

Don't you trust me?

Um, yes.

That's more reasonable.

DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!

Isn't your arm getting tired?

Don't worry about me.

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

We're both behaving like idiots.

Can't get around me that way. I prefer being a living idiot.

Somebody's coming.

What?

Miss Claythorne.

I told you to stay locked in your room.

I'm looking for

Oh.

He's right Vera

You shouldn't be so careless.

Come on.

Stay here! Both of you!

Now I can do what I came out to do.

Do you know anything about electricity?

Don't bother me.

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.

Why, my dear Doctor, he's made a mistake.

This trick of putting out the lights clears two people.

You and me.

Now we can trust each other.

I see.

Yes, the idea was to keep us in fear of each other.

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

And find the murderer.

We no longer have anything to conceal from each other, have we?

Just what I was thinking.

ooh-hoo I needed that.

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 claimed that I was responsible for the death of one Edward Seaton.

And it's perfectly true.

He was an innocent man on trial for his life.

I had nothing against him.

I wanted to ruin the reputation of his defending counsel, who lost the case.

While his client lost his life.

Doctor.

Tell us the truth.

Your fate depends on it.

I'm convinced of that.

The gramophone record did not lie.

I operated on Mrs. Cleese while I was under the influence of, uh,

guilty I was.

But of drinking.

Not of killing.

I don't see where this is getting us!

Sit down, Mr. Blaw.

This is getting us to a very important conclusion. Isn't that right, Doctor?

If I were you, I'd, uh, speak, Mr. Blaw.

I didn't kill anybody!

We're listening, Mr. Blaw.

This landlord chap was innocent alright.

But I was mixed up with the gang that was out to get him.

On my testimony, he got sent up for life.

That's all.

But he died in prison, didn't he?

Of course he did.

How could I know that would happen?

What about yourself, Mr. Lombard?

What about those twenty-one poor natives in South Africa?

Don't get excited, Blaw.

Mr. Lombard is unable to deny a thing.

Ah hah!

That's the first thing you said I believe!

Are you leaving us, Miss Claythorne?

My dear child, you're trembling.

I

I'm so cold.

Would you like us to postpone this inquiry while we build a fire?

That would mean going outside to get wood.

As Rogers did.

No.

We'll wait while you get your coat.

Thank you.

Stay here, Mr. Lombard.

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

[Door Opening]

[Woman Screaming]

Vera!

Miss Claythorne!

Doctor!

Blaw

Who is it?

It's me, Blaw!

It's I, Lombard.

Where's Blaw?

How would I know in the dark?

Where have you been all this time?

I went to my room to get this candle.

Where have you been?

I've been looking for my flashlight.

Where is Blaw?

Blaw! What the devil are you doing in my room?

Your room? No wonder I couldn't find anything.

What happened to you?

Somebody bumped into me.

Did you hear anything?

Yeah, sounded like a shot.

Sounded like something fell to me.

You're jumpy, both of ya.

Nerves.

It's Vera's.

Vera!

Vera, what happened?

Don't be frightened, Dear. What happened?

He was in my room.

Who?

I felt

I don't know

something like a hand

who was it?

I--, I don't know.

My candles went out.

We'll soon find out.

[Wind rushing]

HELP! LIGHT!

LIGHTS!

The seaweed.

It felt like a cold hand.

That's what Miss Claythorne walked into.

Who brought it in here?

Who brought it into the house?

Ms. Brent.

Are you sure Ms. Brent is--?

Dead as a doornail.

Where's the judge?

That's funny, I thought he came up with us.

So did I!

He was right behind me on the staircase.

Yes, I thought I bumped into him.

When I heard that shot.

Shot?! What'd I tell you?

What?

Why, the Old Fox knew too much!

You say you heard a shot?

yes.

Well, don't you see? He took a shot at us in the dark!

He'll pop us like clay pigeons if we go down the stairs.

There's one way to find out.

It's my own.

It looks too easy.

Alright, Judge, come outside.

Don't think I can't see you.

He has been shot through the head.

Only one shot fired.

Who will be next?

Another one proved innocent.

Too late, he'd found the solution. That's why he had to be silenced.

Silenced by who?

By whom?

Don't you remember!

Ah, one moment, Miss Claythorne.

Just when the Judge was about to question you

you came up here, presumably to get your coat.

True?

Yes.

You opened that door, wind blows out your candles, seaweed touches your face.

You scream.

Perfect! Perfect!

But!

Considerable time elapses and then we find you way down there.

What made you run the wrong way?

She didn't know where she was going. She was hysterical.

Agreed. But if Miss Claythorne had not screamed, we would still be in the dining room

and the judge would be alive.

Now, wait a minute! Don't confuse things.

One of you two pulled this trigger and you're trying to pin it on Miss Claythorne.

Now you wait a minute, Mr. Lombard. We know very well that the Judge was on the point of a very

important discovery.

How do we know what was in the judge's mind?

I do know, he took me into his confidence.

Truth.

The entire truth.

Miss Claythorne, did you or did not commit the crime of which the gramophone accused you?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Ahh, but you must. We've all confessed our little, um, errors. All except you.

Come now, my girl.

You didn't really kill this Buckner chap did you?

Will you take my word if I tell you I didn't?

I'm afraid I will.

Then you have my word for it.

And don't ask me any more questions.

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

That is precisely her mistake.

I don't see why.

You will.

You will.

The judge reasoned thus.

Owen enticed us to this island to be punished for past crimes.

Right.

We three have, uh, admitted, shall I say, our guilt?

Right.

Therefore, we cannot be interested in the punishment of crime.

Conclusion: Owen is the one who has not committed any past crime.

I get it!

What a wonderful brain. To think he couldn't save his own life.

Yes, but he saved ours.

Yes, of course, that's the important thing.

Do you understand now, Mr. Lombard?

Oh, it's great, convincing, mathematical deduction.

Ho, ho, wait a minute.

Oh, no, not you either, Blaw.

Now nobody has it.

That's an excellent arrangement.

Now we can all sleep.

Let's turn in, Gentlemen.

Good night, Gentlemen.

Doctor, I find one flaw in your theory.

I could destroy it in four words. Wanna 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 was just trying to be helpful.

Good night, sleep well.

I hope I will.

I'm sure I will.

How long have you been out there?

Shh! Not so loud!

But how long have you been out there?

Ever since you put out your light.

Why?

I wanted to be here to welcome Mr. Owen.

Locking you in this room and leaving the key outside is a little too obvious, isn't it?

It's the doctor or Blaw.

And unless I'm mistaken, one of them is going to come through that door any minute.

How do I know he's not here already?

You.

If you believed that, you wouldn't have opened your window.

What about me?

Hmm, you're not smart enough.

A quick thinking girl would have confessed to any old crime in order to clear herself of what's happened in this house.

Are you sure you didn't kill this fellow Barclay?

Maybe you forgot about it.

Or maybe he never existed?

Oh, yes, he did.

Well, maybe he was never killed.

Yes, he was.

By someone who was close to you?

And you were suspected?

What happened to that someone who was close to you?

She was my sister.

And I took care of her to the very last.

Oh, now I see that Mr. Owen isn't infallible.

You don't belong in this house!

You haven't killed your way into it.

Aren't you ashamed of talking of murder so lightly, Mr. Lombard?

Don't call me mister.

And don't call me Lombard.

I'll tell you something about Mr. Lombard.

Something else that Mr. Owen doesn't know.

[whining, creaking sound.]

[footsteps]

Give me a chance to grab him when he comes in.

Don't shoot unless you have to.

[footsteps]

He's going away.

Downstairs?

I'm going to find out.

I forgot it's locked.

I'll go around the other way.

Take the gun.

Oh no, you keep it.

In case I can't get back.

But he might kill you

If he does, he's going to make a serious mistake.

The other thing he doesn't know is

I am not Mr. Lombard.

Now we'll find out.

It's either Blaw or the doctor.

The one who's not in his room.

[insistent knocking]

Blaw! Blaw! Get up!

Open the door!

Who let that girl out of her room?

Never mind about her. Come on, Blaw.

He's not here!

Now we know who it is!

I heard him go downstairs.

Come on, Blaw, we'll catch him.

How do I know you heard the doctor?

Don't be a fool, Blaw! We have no time to waste.

Life is short, isn't it?

But I heard him, too, Mr. Blaw!

Oh, you did, did you?

It's a nice present you got there.

Mr. Lombard's getting generous.

You go first!

Come on, Vera.

Might be a trick

Right, Blaw. Maybe he's in the house.

One, two, three.

Three indians, only.

He wants to make us think he's dead.

Dead to throw us off the track.

You don't fool us this time, Dr. Armstrong.

[Ten Little Indians melody being whistled.]

What's that?!

[ten little indians melody being whistled]

Lombard!

Blaw, what are you doing down there alone?

I think I know where the doctor is!

Where?

I'm not sure, yet, but I'll wait for you.

All right. We shan't be long.

I get it!

Aren't you being careless unlocking your door when you don't know who's out here?

But I thought it was you.

You heard it too, huh?

I heard you pass my door.

Not me.

I thought I heard you.

Are you sure you haven't been outside of your room?

I wanted to ask you the same thing.

Maybe Mr. Blaw came back to his room.

No, no, no. I knocked on his door. I heard a noise whle I was dressing.

Like a door slamming?

Exactly. You heard it too, huh?

What is it?

I don't know. Don't you feel all the time that there's someone

someone waiting and watching?

Yes, I know what you mean.

It's just nerves.

Then you have thought it.

Keep a grip on yourself, Darling. There's nothing supernatural about this business. It's definitely human.

You mean it's the doctor?

The mad doctor.

Hiding here?

We'll soon enough find out.

[Woman screaming]

He must've been looking that way. And while he was looking,

Dr. Armstrong

That was Armstrong we both heard!

But what was Blaw looking at?

What do you see?

What is it?

It's impossible.

Let me see!

You're going to see.

Come with me.

What is it? What is it? Tell me!

Look!

Armstrong. He's been dead for hours.

For hours?

Since the last tide.

No footprints around the body.

But if he was...

who killed Blaw?

Yes. There are only two people alive on this island.

You

and you!

So this is how it ends, Vera.

This is how it ends.

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.

Don't try to talk your way out.

You made one mistake. Giving me this revolver.

Look, I don't mind being killed, but I hate like the devil to be killed for someone else.

Didn't I tell you I wasn't Lombard?

What is your name?

Charles Morley. You're not a very good detective. Mr. Blaw spotted the initial on my luggage the moment I arrived here.

Why did you come here under another name?

I knew Lombard very well.

He committed suicide. I wanted to find out if Mr. Owen's letter had anything to do with it.

You expect me to believe that?

Why not? There's something much more difficult to believe.

That one of us is Mr. Owen.

I know that I'm not.

And I simply can't believe that you are.

Don't try to fool me, I know I'm not.

It's got to be you. There's no other explanation.

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

You see, you have a doubt.

Don't come any closer! I'll shoot!

No you won't, you can't shoot.

You still trust me and I still trust you.

There's got to be an explanation.

Yes, that's it!

You've got to shoot me!

Now, shoot!

But it won't hit you.

That's what I mean! Shoot! And don't be frightened if I fall.

[ten little indians melody being whistled]

[ten little indians melody being whistled]

A game of the mind, Miss Claythorne. And now it's time for the 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's for you, Miss Claythorne.

What if I don't agree to hang myself?

Ho! Oh, that's been taken care of.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Every artist has a certain amount of vanity.

We all like the approbation of the public

and you are my last public.

I have two great ideas.

The first was a search for perfect human justice.

And you've seen the result.

To perfect this scheme, my second idea was to find an unwitting accomplice among the criminals invited here for punishment.

I needed a respectable fool, and naturally, I selected a man whose fear of death might make him extremely 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, uh, borrowed from Mr. Lombard.

And which he found later on the step.

I counted on everyone's confusion in the dark.

And I counted on Armstrong who played his part to the hilt.

I knew no one 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 was waiting for me on the beach

and worrying about the success of our plan.

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

Justice had triumphed once again.

Too late he had learned that drinking, when it gets out of hand, can be fatal.

So, you see, the whole thing has been as inevitable as the nursery rhyme.

When the boat arrives on the mainland, there will be ten dead bodies and a riddle no one can solve on 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 proud record of good deeds.

But how can you force me to hang myself?

The only living person found here with nine corpses will certainly be hanged, as the last little indian has to be.

Public hanging isn't pretty,

if you'll allow me to give you a piece of friendly advice, do it now, privately.

More dignified.

And now my work is done.

Never should trust a woman.

Thanks for the advice, Mr. Owen.

But if I hadn't trusted you, Darling, and if you hadn't trusted me

by the way, why did you trust me?

Why did you?

On a count of one thing Mr. Owen couldn't foresee.

[Woman screaming]

Somebody!

Somebody's still alive!

Good morning.

Ready to leave now?

Oh ho ho, are we?

Are the others ready, too?

You call them.