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production Karalta Cinematografica

Oliver reed, Elke Sommer Adolfo Goal, Richard Attenborough in the film

...And then there were none (Ten little Indians)

based on the novel by Agatha Christie

starring: Gert Froebe, Stephane Audran, Herbert Lom, Alberto De Mendoza

Maria Rohm

and Charles Aznavour

writers: Enrique Lovett back up there, Eric Krenke and Harry Alan towers

composer Bruno Nicolai

operator Fernando Arribas

Director Peter Collinson

- Welcome to Persepolis. - Thank You.

Here.

Inaccessible sort of place.

My name is Martino.

Want something to drink or look of the room?

First, I would like to meet with the owner of the house.

I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Owen will arrive in time for lunch.

Incredible!

I Vera Clyde, Secretary to Mr. Owen. May I get you something useful?

No, miss. We want to speak to Mr Owen when he comes.

In Agency nobody told us about what there is a big building.

And that we need to serve the guests.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

You probably know the story of the two Englishmen

on a desert island.

They never talked, because I wasn't introduced to each other.

Yeah, it's kind of silly. It is necessary to settle this question.

Yes, of course. I would be the first to break the ice.

I Hugh Lombard. Welcome.

My name's cannon. Judge Cannon. - Good day, sir. I am a General salve.

- I Dr. Armstrong. Good afternoon. - Good day.

- Blore. - Who?

William Blore. - Hello, my name is Vera Clyde.

This lady, we all know.

Admired you on the screen, miss Morgan.

Thank you, judge.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Michelle is.

Surely you've heard of me?

May I know anyone of us met with Mr. Owen?

It's not funny. I tend to immediately leave

Road through the desert does not seem pleasant.

The nearest airport is 200 miles.

On the way here I didn't notice any Hilton hotel.

I assure you, sir, I would not stop.

Martino said he be here for dinner.

Yes.

Let's look to our rooms and settled.

It's a call?

- You called, sir? - Ah, there you are!

I'm ready to go to his room. And the rest, I think, too.

- Yes, I think so too. - I'm Sorry, sir.

- Madame. - Thank you.

Could you grab mine? Thank you.

This.

Follow me, please.

Right now.

- after you, doctor. - After you.

- So you just joined? Yes.

So, invitations were not sent you?

Of course not. What?

Just curious.

Is your coat? - Yes, thank you.

I'm afraid that you have mixed bag, Mr. Lombard.

- Why do you think so, Mr. Blore? - "H. M."

True. Charles Morley, a friend of mine. I took the suitcase from him, but forgot to return.

It happens. But if you are so attentive, Mr. Blore, I noticed that it plastic.

Plastic...

- it Appears that we are neighbors. - I did not notice, great.

I took the pill. Headache.

I also have a headache. You do not have another tablet?

I'm afraid this was the last one.

Well, okay.

Scotch and soda before lunch, also a good cure, right?

Ten little Indians

We could stay in Zurich - so there!

You said that it is safer to find another job.

Will you shut up?

- You scared me. I'm Sorry.

- I admired the paintings. - They are beautiful, isn't it?

Mademoiselle... I think we've met.

Is Met? I don't remember. - I served as a military attache in Saigon a few years ago...

Am I wrong You then had a different name.

You are wrong. Please forgive me.

We have lunch with ten little Indians, and the host.

- It was a great dinner. - I Agree. We would like to thank your wife, Martino.

- Thank you. - I Agree, very tasty.

Doctor, won't you join us for this excellent wine.

Plain water never hurt anyone, miss Morgan, especially in my profession.

You had a problem with that? Wish that my hands were shaking!

- so, are you a surgeon? - Yes.

- And hands shaking? - My hands?

May I propose a little toast.

For our little friends - the Indians! And, of course, for our absent friends.

To which we, perhaps, can be attributed to our host.

I hope he's not lost and you can remain without work.

- don't jinx it, Mr. Lombard. my name is Hugh.

- Faith. - now, How does that old song go?

In what? - Old English nursery rhyme.

"Ten little Indians". A copy of the rhyme hanging in my room.

Funny. In my room hangs the same picture. And in my.

It seems that it hangs each of us.

- So, what's it about? Who knows the first verse? is There:

Ten little Indians went out to dine. One choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine little Indians...what next? Now...

...eating, "was nodding off. One went and then there were eight.

- What happened then? or Eight... anyway, the lyrics of the song is the piano in the hall.

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

Eight little Indians in Devon then went. One did not return — left seven.

Seven little Indians chopping up sticks

One waved an awkward gesture — the six of us left.

Six little Indians playing with the meadow went for a walk. A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five little Indians refereeing perpetrated. One got Chancery and then there were four.

Four little Indians went out to swim in the sea. The red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Indians walking in the zoo Killed one bear and they both left

Two little Indians sitting in the sun. One burned down. Another miserable lonely.

Will soon have an end, judge. There was only one Indian.

One little Indian looked tired, so he went out and hanged himself.

And then there were none...

We got to the end of this song?

- Yes. Is Fine.

My audience, thank you!

- could you sing something more pleasant? - Pleasant? No. But for you, something special.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your host speaking.

My name is A. N. Owen.

I brought you here to charge you the following charges.

General André Salvé

You have achieved fame inglorious act

sent five men to their certain death.

Ilona Morgan, actress.

You killed her husband...

cynical and cold.

Dr. Edward Armstrong. Did you kill Mrs. ivy Benson...

You have not fulfilled your sacred duty.

Michelle Is,

entertainer.

You are guilty of the murder of William and Lisa stern,

whose bodies, mutilated beyond recognition, was found at the scene.

Vera Clyde, Secretary.

You killed your sister's fiancé, Richard Barkley,

slow poison.

Hugh Lombard, you are guilty of the death of Jennifer Hayes,

women waiting for your child.

Arthur cannon, judge of the Supreme court.

You are responsible for the death of an innocent man

Edward Seton, who was hanged according to your judgment.

William Blore. You gave false testimony against Kurt Lindora

and sent him to his death in a prison cell.

Otto and Elsa Martino.

You are a cruel manner, condemned to death your mistress

from a purely selfish interests.

The defendants that you can say in your defense?

- Where? Who said that?! Is here!

...Blore. You gave false evidence...

— This is a terrible lie...

Can I ask who put the tape on the machine?

- I, sir.

And did you turn on the tape recorder? — Yes, sir.

- And why you included it? I thought that there is some kind of music.

I'm telling the truth. Him I have not seen.

My wife can attest to that.

I told you we shouldn't have to come here!

- Elsa! - Martino...

- What's going on here?

Is a draw. - Completely tasteless.

— We need to go from here. — The voice of the accused not only us.

We had to stay in Zurich.

We know how to get here servant.

And we know that miss Clyde was hired through an Agency.

I offer the rest to explain his presence here.

Very simple. I received a letter from Mr. Owen

with an invitation to stay with him.

He said that he was familiar with my old friend.

I said, I was referred here by my European agent.

And you, doctor?

The truth is, I came with a professional purpose.

I was asked to join the guests and, at the same time, to see Mr. Owen.

Psychiatrist you is not picked up?

His aid Mr. Owen too, sure would not hurt.

Michelle, we are trying to clarify.

And you, Mr. Lombard?

As the General, I received a letter that he was familiar with my friend.

We were all lured here. I was told that here I can get acquainted with the American film producer.

I was supposed to meet with colleagues, Iranian lawyers.

But you, my dear friend?

I'm here for work. OH!

COP if I'm not mistaken? Am I right, Mr. Blo-o-op?

I'm a private detective and was hired through an Agency.

— By whom? — By this Mr. Owen.

— So you met with him? — No, Your honor.

He put a check to this letter.

I had to come here under the guise of a guest.

To sniff out here?

"Sniff" - this is my profession.

I have a license.

Look at the signature on this letter is "A. N. Owen".

It can be read as: "A. N. Owen — ANONYMOUS".

Mr. Anonymous not only lured us here under false pretences.

He cared about the fact to find out about something.

- All lies! I Fully agree.

Not sure... Ten little ten little skeletons in the closets.

I think you should stop drinking.

Madam, I don't think it makes sense to stay sober.

I must confess that I still don't understand

for what purpose Mr. Anonymous has brought us all here.

In my opinion, this man, whoever he was, just not in your mind.

As Mr. -- As you have suggested...

I'm afraid to repeat, but I think for all of us to leave.

I agree. - I, too, completely.

— Yes, sir?

How far is the nearest town from here?

But desert and mountains there is nothing around

at a distance of 200 miles. I studied the map.

- Then call in the helicopter. I'm Afraid that's impossible, sir.

- can't we call? - there's no phone. - No phone? - Line does not work.

- And also no car? - No, sir.

Radio? Radio either, sir.

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

And why leave? It's a great game!

You're drunk.

At my age, sir, have no desire

play similar... game, as you called it.

What's the matter, judge? Lost sense of adventure?

Too long in those dusty old court rooms?

I created for fun, your honour.

I don't know about the others,

but the voice on the tape didn't lie about me.

It happened when...

A year ago in Paris...

on the way home from a party...

later... drunk...

I was driving fast. Very quickly.

And suddenly, in front of me on the road, two people.

— And what happened?

— I ran over them.

William and Lisa stern.

Married for two years.

Very sad...

Were you charged?

I had a connection.

As you know, it sometimes helps.

But I was still punished.

Lost my license.

Good night!

— What about him?

- Doctor, would you come?

I'm Sorry. Is a person drunk. Disgusting!

Dead drunk.

No, miss Morgan. He's not drunk.

Just dead.

Doctor.

Judge.

Insomnia?

Just curious.

Honesty is undoubtedly best policy.

— And what about you?

— What kind of claustrophobia.

It seems to me that we were the victims of some evil prank.

Ten little Indians went out to dine. One choked his little self...

and then there were nine.

"Bad joke" you say?

Let me show you something else.

Come here.

Do not touch.

Blore.

We thought you were asleep.

People in my profession don't always do what it seems.

— Looks that way. — Perhaps it applies to your profession, doctor?

Why didn't you let me touch that bottle?

I think your prints will be extra.

But they're already there. - Yes? So you've already studied...

Almonds? - of the cyanide Solution.

It was suicide, doctor?

Or...

Or what?

Hi.

I'm sorry I scared you.

I also could not sleep. I heard something, it was probably you.

I'm sorry that I scared you.

Nothing, just don't do it again, please.

Is Good. — A glass of milk?

No, thank you.

- cheers! - cheers!

You know...

What was said about me on that tape...

It's not true.

Do you believe me?

- Yes. Of course. Is Good.

- And what about the girl? - Carol Hayes?

Is also true. Do you believe me? - Yes.

Sorry.

I saw the light and decided that this is my wife Elsa.

— What happened? It's nowhere.

I searched the whole house. She was gone.

Gone...

- are We looking for? - Yes.

Looks very.... How old are these ruins?

About two and a half thousand.

She couldn't get far.

Look!

This is it!

Elsa! Elsa!

- Lord! - She's dead!

So the ancient Persians executed women-killers.

And we were down to eight.

I told her she should stay, but she wouldn't listen.

And she was gone. - We are very sorry.

Yes, of course. It's just awful.

Just a nightmare.

It seems that trying to get out of here even more dangerous.

Now we're really cut off from the world.

Perhaps this should be the master of the house.

He is undoubtedly crazy.

But what do we do now? We need to do something.

- I Agree. The question is, what is it? - we Have no means of communication.

, the Pilot needs to deliver the products? - it Seems that it will not happen before a few days...

There's one thing this fellow Owen forgot. If we are cut off from the world, so will he.

We'll find him!

- You think he's hiding? - no, No.

- ... here in the hotel? there was no one Here when we arrived.

How can you be sure? Maybe he hid before we came

Need to search the hotel thoroughly.

is a Great idea! But before...

I would like to say something.

Last night we heard the accusations.

General, you can't be serious.

Lie. From my point of view.

Are you sure, doctor?

One person said that it's not a lie

and died.

As for me, I have to admit that a certain amount of truth in there.

I was young.

I made a mistake in assessing the situation,

- five people were killed... - General. - I want to finish, sir.

They died... And I lost my nerve

and I ran away.

Because nobody knew the truth, I was decorated and promoted.

And what good will that do? Is going to help me.

And should help you.

We can find a connection

and discover this man,

if you tell the truth.

Mademoiselle Morgan?

Very good.

Then we split up into two groups and will look. I will lead one, and you, Lombard, will head another.

- do You agree, judge? - Yes, of course.

We will begin to search the hotel top and you bottom.

Here you can hide a regiment. - We've searched the whole hotel.

- And where is the General? Isn't he with you?

- General! I'm here.

Thank God! We thought we lost you.

I did a little reconnaissance.

I say we split into pairs and search.

will you Go with me? - If you wish, General.

— Come along, judge? — Is necessary.

Thank you! Will disperse in different directions. You meet me here in 15 minutes. !

He gets pleasure.

The last battle of General.

- General? - Yes, mA'am?

Why did you choose me?

Perhaps it will be easier to talk.

Talk about what?

About Saigon.

You see... I know what happened with your husband. I was there.

- I Think that... - Shhh...

Here.

Faith?

Faith?

Hugh? Hugh?

Ion?

Ion?

Ion?

Ion?

Ion?

Let's never split up.

Hey! Are you okay?

is He dead? - Yes, he's dead.

I need to make sure.

Someone has already identified it.

It was his last battle.

Three of them died.

It is not just a bad joke.

Apparently Mr. Owen believes we are all guilty of crimes

the recompense which the law cannot touch.

This is just nonsense.

And here he lured us to judge and to execute.

Listen to what I say. Besides us there's nobody home.

We searched the house from top to bottom.

Anyone?

That's it, that's, like, anyone.

But, nevertheless, I am sure that Mr. Owen is here.

How can this be? is He invisible?

No.

I'm afraid that we will have to admit that Mr. Owen...

...one of us.

Martino. Need to talk...

Have you got any questions? - Actually, nothing special.

- a Lot of food in the refrigerator? Is Enough...

- for guests who live. What? And...

A good way to conserve food.

Think I idleness killed three people?

Now, my dear, you should not talk about it.

We just thought that maybe you know how to get out of here.

There's no other way... for you!

- So, some way is still there? Is Possible.

More I will not say anything.

It might kill me. Or you.

One minute. I'm almost ready.

The evening promises to be fascinating.

- Please Help? - Yes.

Do you also feel that Mr. Owen among us?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Nothing.

Then it has to be one of the five.

One of the seven.

Why seven?

Because...

Not the fact that he's a man.

— I thought you didn't drink, doctor.

Never touched alcohol, except in severe cases.

Don't trust men who don't drink.

We're just going to sit and wonder who is this Mr. Owen,

and we will kill one by one?

If you think that there should be some way.

If it is,

that Martino can know about it.

As Mr. Owen is going to get out of here?

After all...

Think about it.

We must recognize that there is a way known only to him.

One who knows this secret

and is the killer.

Unless he learned it by accident.

any idea, judge? No!

And you, doctor?

Hugh, do you have any ideas?

Why don't we ask Martino?

He was here before all of us...

You can all go to hell!

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

You know...

We need to keep an eye on him.

Leave it to me, Your honor.

Okay. Time for me to sleep.

It's freezing here.

Yeah, cool. Very cool.

And very lonely.

Yes, I agree.

- of Course, this may not be Martino. - Yes, maybe not.

Who then?

Tell me, doctor, do you lock your door at night?

Of course, judge.

And you?

I think I will tonight.

- After you, judge! - Doctor, I insist!

No, after you.

Dear doctor, please.

Well, let's go together.

You are not drunk?

From alcohol? No.

- Where were you? , I Admired the desert.

I haven't seen you from the window. - it is possible that not seen.

I wanted to get some fresh air before Breakfast.

- did You see today Martino? - No.

Martino! Martino!

Martino! Martino! Martino!

Where are you?

- As you sleep, judge? - As killed.

And you? Nightmares? No?

Sorry to disappoint you.

I'm glad at least someone slept well. And I'm not.

He left.

— Who is left? Martino.

Perhaps he'll get and he would send us help.

I wouldn't count on it.

Oh my God!

- Maybe it's a trap. - You said yourself that Martino is gone.

But maybe he has hidden somewhere...

... and waiting...

, have You seen him? - No.

- what are you? - Miss Morgan left the hotel.

I walked through the desert. Is One?

- About half an hour. Is One?!

Yes.

And you were with General salve, when he was killed.

What does it mean?

- Court? - I am afraid that Mr. Owen had it coming.

He accused you of killing your husband, isn't it?

What happened with my husband has nothing to do with what's going on here.

If this is true.

— It wasn't murder. — Then what?

Passport.

- I needed a passport. - What do you mean "passport"? I don't understand.

I'm from a Russian family.

After the war we were in Shanghai.

My mother died. Dad took me to Saigon.

After a few years he was killed there.

And at that time there was a General salve? Yes.

Carry on!

I sang in night clubs.

And entertained foreign clients.

The way they preferred.

I received a letter from Europe from a friend.

He wrote that I have a chance to get a job in Paris.

You all talk about the passport.

But how could you without his ride?

I got it, dearie. I married him.

But he thought I married him for love.

He was a fool - he married me because he loved me.

Go on, what happened next?

I got what I wanted - a passport.

When I told him why I married him...

...he took a rifle

and shot himself in the head.

One by one, we make our confessions.

Six little Indians

the meadow went for a walk.

A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

At least in the middle of the desert, the chances of it not many.

- a Little honey for Breakfast would be nice. Yeah, come on.

One, two, three... Five!

Oh my God! Hugh!

Doctor! Hugh!

I haven't seen them.

- A, Breakfast. - Mr. Blore, see.

Five!

Is impossible. - Mr. Blore?

- Where are the others?

Hugh! Hugh!

Oh, my God!

Here's your bumblebee.

God... Away! Don't touch me!

I'm afraid that miss Clyde is right.

We are all under suspicion.

Will you stop pacing?

I don't understand how you can play Billiards, at a time like this?

It's a game of the mind, Mr. Blore.

What else is there to do?

Failure, doctor.

to Say what will happen? And what happens?

- Today you can sleep in my room. Great.

- With the door locked. - Locked?

Is not helped Ilona. - Yes, did not help. Well, then I'll stay with you.

- We compute it. - I do Not understand...

Mr. Owen crushes his victims one by one.

When there is a third, nothing happens.

Are you afraid to be alone with me?

And we are not alone.

We are very smart, miss.

Yes, we are smart.

Blore!

Hugh?

What the hell is going on with the lights? - Probably the alternator.

- looks Like we ran out of fuel. - Tonight is the night we can't stay without light.

— Do you know where the generator is? Don't worry, I'll find him.

— Do you know anything about electricity? — Don't worry.

Don't do that, doctor.

Have you seen Faith?

No, not seen.

Where is Blore?

Blore went downstairs to find the generator.

What's the matter, doctor?

Understand.

We are again alone, is not it?

Where Is The Faith?

Do not approach!

Where is she? - Hugh... Stay away from me!

Look, Blore... If you don't answer, I'll kill you.

One wrong move and I'll blow your brains out.

You?

If you - Mr. Owen...

tell me. I promise I never will tell others.

Stop with me to play "cat and mouse".

If you want to kill others, I will not interfere.

- Just leave me alone. - don't be silly.

You trust me...

- ... and I you. - the Last word before execution?

I'm telling you, she's in her room.

If this is true, then we're idiots.

Better to be an idiot, but alive.

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

- I'll take you upstairs. No!

You'll wait till I fix this generator.

Better leave it if you don't know how it works.

Let's see... Here...

Stay where you are, and I will not budge.

We'll both stay put until I turn on the light.

Great.

— You hope that the light will come on? — Why not?

This is not an accident. Someone wants this night to plunge the house into darkness.

But, my dear doctor, Mr. Owen has made a mistake.

- Quick, one more match. - And you stay where you are, doctor.

What you call a mistake?

This trick with the light.

- He clears two people. - You and me.

Now we can trust each other.

So who will start?

Ya

So...

The doctor and I....

...came to a conclusion.

We believe that the onset of this nightmare

lies somewhere on that tape recording.

- what are you saying? - We would like to know the truth.

Of all the charges.

So, with your permission...

I'd like to start.

As you know, Mr. Owen laid upon me the responsibility for the death of a certain Edward Seton.

It's true. They hung him.

And he was innocent.

Why? Why did you do it, judge?

It was an evil man. With a complete lack of morality.

My personal attitude influenced the opinion of the jury.

And I sentenced him to death.

Because he knew that he was guilty of many crimes,

but not this murder.

We should all tell the truth. Depends on our fate.

In my case, the voice on the tape had not lied.

I operated on a woman under the influence...

Yes, I was guilty.

I was drunk.

I don't see any sense in this. Sit down, Mr. Blore.

I didn't kill anyone. - In your place, I would have told the truth.

We are listening, Mr. Blore.

I knew he was innocent...

Because of my testimony,

he received 10 years in prison.

. - All?

Hypocrite. He died in prison!

- How was I to know that would happen? - don't yell at me!

What about you, Mr. Lombard? What about that girl who wore your child?

Mr. Lombard's not denying it, Mr. Blore.

- First I believe you. - Shut Up!

— You're not leaving us, miss Clyde? — I hope not yet.

My poor girl, you don't look well.

I feel bad. I'm cold and I...

Want, we will adjourn until you wear something warm?

Yes, thank you.

— Stay here, Mr. Lombard.

- Why, judge? - nothing happens

while we are all in this room.

Bring your coat.

Oh, God, what a people...

For God's Sake!

It out of there. Take a look there. Come on, go upstairs.

As you wish. But don't forget that I'm following right behind you.

— You heard the shot? Yeah, I think. What happened about Blore.

- Where were you? - Looking for miss Clyde. She's not in the room.

- You heard the shot? - Yes.

What about Faith? Faith!

- Miss Clyde! I'm here.

Miss Clyde, what happened?

The candle went out and ...

- I panicked and I lost my nerve. Oh, God!

I didn't mean to scare you, sorry.

Where is the judge?

I thought he was with us. I know that too.

Judge!

We know that you are there.

Judge! Can you hear us?

Hugh, look!

Is my gun. — Your?

He just got shot. — There can not hear any sound.

— Where is he? — Where's his room?

, You know? is Next to mine. Here.

Oh my God!

Shot.

Now we are four.

If we're all together night and day, nothing will happen.

Until we fall asleep, miss.

Then the one who has a strong will and strong nerves, you can do with others whatever you wish.

What are you looking, Blore?

You are the only one of us

who was armed.

I do not do you hope I'll give the gun to you?

Give it to me, Hugh.

— Okay, I'll accept that. — No. Don't miss Clyde.

You suspect me, doctor?

Let's look at the facts.

And something to remember, Miss Clyde.

As soon as the judge was going to ask you questions, you left the room...

- ...coat. Is that so? - Yes.

- were You scared when the lights went out and cried? Yes.

Well until it all fits. But what were you doing down there?

She told you that I was scared and didn't know where he is going - it's very simple.

Possible. But if miss Clyde hadn't screamed, we would not have left the dining room.

And the judge would still be alive.

What kind of game are you two playing? You've done something wrong and trying to put the blame on her?

Wait, Lombard.

-- We know that the judge was close. - How can we know what was in the judge's mind?

I know. He trusted me.

Now, miss Clyde.

Tell the truth.

is Guilty of any crime of which you accused Mr. Owen? I don't want to talk about it.

But I have to. We've all confessed. Except you. - Right.

Come on, miss Clyde.

If I remember correctly, it was the bridegroom of your sister?

Did you kill him?

Would you believe my word, doctor, if I say I didn't do it?

- I Have To. - Then I give you my word. And don't ask me more questions!

Don't you see that she's telling the truth?

is it this error. - what the hell are you?

I'll explain -- We three -- you, you and I...

- ...pleaded guilty. Is True.

Thus, we have no right to punish for the crimes of others.

But you didn't do anything.

I would... Dear doctor, I think you lost your sense of reality.

Perhaps, miss Clyde. But our task - to save their lives.

If you are Mr. Owen,

then we will be safe if we lock you in your room.

If not,

this will ensure your safety. Come, miss Clyde.

In this case, doctor, do you mind if we go together?

- good night, miss Clyde. Pleasant dreams. And you too, sir. Good night.

That's it!

Now to open the door of the room miss Clyde, it takes two to get the key.

- Now we can sleep peacefully. - Yes, thank you.

- good night to you both. - good night to you

Good night.

Doctor, there is one caveat that you may have missed.

Suppose that I am Mr. Owen.

It's interesting

but it is unlikely.

Maybe you're the one who knows everything, doctor?

Good night. Pleasant dreams.

Who's there?

Who's there?

How did you get in here?

It was not so difficult.

The key remained with me.

Please, stay away.

What if I told you that it's not loaded?

- You are, after all, a beast. - Yes.

But not a killer.

And I don't think you could be.

And I don't think you could be.

Well.

You make me feel safe. I think.

Absolutely.

I promise.

Faith... - Yes?

Man, in the murder of which you were convicted...

I told the truth.

Maybe he wasn't killed?

Yes, I was.

Maybe such a person never existed?

Existed. It was my sister's fiance.

- Who killed him? My sister.

Then you got the blame?

Yeah, I didn't give her.

This is the crime I'm guilty, but...

Where's your sister now?

She killed herself.

My poor girl...

But it proves one thing.

Mr. Owen is also wrong.

You're innocent. You have a right to salvation.

And the others have? And Hugh Lombard too?

This is another thing Mr. Owen didn't know.

I'm not Hugh Lombard.

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

He had committed suicide.

I think he felt guilty.

I knew that girl, she was...

She was...

His parents asked me to settle his Affairs.

In his Desk drawer I came across an invitation from a Mr Owen.

And why have you come? I thought that there is some connection.

Go. - He's downstairs.

I'll figure it out. Keep the gun. - Please. I'll go with you.

Or Blore or the doctor.

The one who left my room.

Hang in there.

Blore?

Blore?

What's going on?

Open the door.

— Who let the girl out of her room?

It doesn't matter. Come on.

- Now we know that this is the doctor. He's downstairs. - How do I know you two were in cahoots?

— Don't be a fool. — I also heard the noise, Mr. Blore.

And what risks we are exposed to, if we go down, Mr Lombard?

Doctor?

Left three?

Hooked on the one

and then there were three.

He wants us to think he's dead.

Exactly hooked.

To throw us off the scent.

This time, you can't fool us, doctor!

Not this time.

Blore waiting for us outside.

- Take it from me and keep on guard. - Will be executed, sir!

It seems to me that we have all the time someone walks

and watching over us.

I understand what you mean. - do You feel the same?

Yes.

- Where have you been? I have no Idea... in a place like this.

- You heard a scream? - Yes.

There's no mystery.

This is the doctor.

And he's still alive.

He must have been watching something at the time, as...

- He was watching something... - What did you see?

What is it?

Oh, my God, this is the doctor.

He died a few hours ago.

But if he was dead, then who killed Blore? - There are only two suspects.

You and me.

Yes.

So this is how it ends. You were a fool to trust me with a gun.

I'll kill you!

I told you, I'm not Lombard. I do not believe you.

There are things even more difficult to believe.

is that one of us is Mr. Owen I know it's not me.

Faith, there must be some rational explanation.

Mind game, miss Clyde.

You have time for my last shot.

And now my game...

... almost finished.

Come in, miss Clyde.

One little Indian

He looked wearily.

He went out and hanged himself,

And then there were none...

This is for you.

And if I don't agree to hang myself?

You will agree.

Do you mind if I sit?

I must admit that I was looking forward to this moment,

when will be able to tell the last of the survivors.

I've always had another passion.

I longed for justice.

But I needed unwitting assistant,

among the criminals invited here.

I needed a man whose fear of death

would make it stupid and compliant.

I convinced...

...doctor...

we can unmask Mr. Owen, if I'm gonna be the next victim.

After that, no one would suspect me.

And least of all my dear doctor.

And only at the last moment, he realized how stupid that is.

So you see...

It was meant to be.

When rescue finally comes, there will be 10 little Indians.

10 corpses...

And not solved the mystery...

- Ten? - My dear girl...

I'm sick and old people.

Received my death sentence a year ago.

But not wanting...

die slowly

and painful,

I decided to leave

this dirty world

in his own way.

But you can't force me to hang myself.

The only living person found here with nine dead bodies...

doubtless, spend the remaining years of his life...

in prison.

So the choice is yours, dear.

Life imprisonment

or a suicide.

I would suggest the latter.

This is at least a little...

...solemnity.

Two...

...little Indians...

...went

...

...the sun..

I have gathered you here to prosecute the following crimes:

General André Salvé

You have achieved fame inglorious act

sent five men to their certain death.

Ilona Morgan, actress.

You killed her husband...

cynical and cold.

Dr. Edward Armstrong. Did you kill Mrs. ivy Benson...

You have not fulfilled your sacred duty.

Michelle Is,

entertainer.

You are guilty of the murder of William and Lisa stern,

whose bodies, mutilated beyond recognition, was found at the scene.

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