All language subtitles for And Then There Were None - S01E02 - Episode 2.eng.SDH

MORRIS: Mrs. Owen is
expecting a lot of guests.

She chose you.

Welcome to Soldier Island.

VERA: Mr. Lombard, you
seem to be under the impression

that I am a particular kind of woman.

And I assure you that I'm not.

VERA: They're the ten little soldiers…

You know, from the poem.

MAN [ON LOUDSPEAKER]:
Ladies and gentlemen…

Who is that?

MAN [ON LOUDSPEAKER]: You are charged

with the following indictments.

Philip Lombard…
That you did murder 21 men.

What the hell are they playing at?!

Malicious nonsense.

Cyril. I really tried to save him.

I almost drowned.

Twenty-one men?

I'm the only one telling the
truth in a room full of liars.

-[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Who is it?

MACARTHUR: We are cut off.

Rats in a barrel.

Almonds.

Almonds be buggered.

Cyanide.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

None of you moved them?

-No.
-No.

Was it you, Doctor?

No.

How did Mrs. Rogers die?

I have no idea.

Did you give her something?

Yes… a mild sedative.

VERA: Did you give her too much?

Miss Claythorne, I warned
you against becoming hysterical.

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

Ten little soldier boys.

One choked himself,
one overslept himself,

and then there were eight.

There were ten of these and ten of us,

and now there's eight.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, General…
General, did you move the figures?

What?

The figures. Did you move the figures?

No. Of course not.

DR. ARMSTRONG: Perhaps
it was you, Miss Claythorne.

-You discovered it.
-Of course it wasn't me.

-Why would I do that?
-To be the center of attention.

Do you crave attention, Miss Claythorne?

Any kind of attention?

-What are you talking about?
-Shall we just have breakfast?

Mm-hmm.

It was dreadful news about Mrs. Rogers.

She was a wonderful cook.

Such a shame.

Uh, this egg is four
minutes precisely, is it?

Yes, madam.

Rogers, did you take
away two of these figures?

No, miss.

-[SIGHS]
-Condolences, Mr. Rogers.

When are you expecting Narracott?

Mid-to late morning, sir.

His timekeeping is somewhat erratic.

Will that be all?

Yes. Thank you, Rogers.
Thank you very much.

VERA: Tony Marston was young and strong.

He didn't die from some stimulant.

Perhaps he was poisoned.

And… And Mrs. Rogers…
Perhaps she was given too much.

What drugs do you have
in your medical bag, Doctor?

Why did you even bring it?

You are a guest. It's not work.

Actually, it is work.

I was trying to maintain some
sort of professional discretion.

However, Mrs. Owen
suffers from female neuroses.

My specialty is women's disorders.

Mr. Owen engaged me
in a professional capacity

to tend to his wife!

Gave up on the surgery, then, Doctor?

VERA: No. People do not just
die out of nowhere for no reason.

They die because something
was done to them by someone.

I'm gonna check your bag.

-Don't you dare touch…
-What have you got to hide?

How about I do it?

I'm not being searched
like some grubby criminal.

Then what if the general goes with him?

He's an honorable man.

DR. ARMSTRONG: Fine!

But while you're at it,

you might want to search
Judge Wargrave's case as well.

I know where I've seen you before.

Chap who has the clinic
beneath mine in Harley Street,

he's a cancer specialist.

That's where I saw you.

If anyone has strong painkillers
and sedatives in his case,

it's Judge Wargrave.

Is that true, Judge?

I have had health problems, yes.

Then that's very cruel, Doctor.

Don't blame me. You pushed it.

General, shall we?

[CLOCK TICKING]

Just mild sedatives.

DR. ARMSTRONG: As I said.

Bog-standard.

Nothing special.

My surgery was a success.

This… the house, the island…
Is meant to be my recuperation.

Sea air, peace… and rest.

Very sorry. I'm… very sorry.

Mm.

Well, there's an end to it.

Like hell it is.

Why shouldn't she be searched?

Equal rights for women.

Hmm? Let's see what you've got.

WARGRAVE: Dr. Armstrong,
control yourself, please.

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'm a doctor. You're a secretary.

VERA: Somebody moved them.

They did.

Someone did that.

[BIRDS CRYING IN DISTANCE]

[DOOR OPENS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Did you really kill all those men??

Yes, Miss Claythorne.
I did kill all those men.

And more.

Why?

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

They had something I wanted.

In this case, it was diamonds.

Worth more than a few lives.

What about you?

What did you want?

I nearly drowned.

I failed to save a little boy in my care.

And there isn't one minute of every day

that I am not sorry for that.

Why aren't you?

I know what I am.

I always knew it would catch up with me.

And here it is.

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

WOMAN: I love you,
I love you, I love you.

I think about you and you kissing me

and your hands on me and in
me and your mouth on my body,

and I cannot bear that
you are not with me now.

I wish, I long, I crave
for you, my darling,

and I feel so cruel to poor, dear John,

but the sun rises and
sets in your eyes, Henry.

I love you. I love you.

"I am yours."

The men are all ready
for the whistle, sir.

Morale fairly good.

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

Here. Uh, let me.

Henry.

You've been a…
a great friend to my wife and I.

Perhaps you could call me John.

Thank you, John.

[GUNSHOT]

[INHALES SHARPLY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Myself and Mrs. Rogers
were here for a week

without seeing another soul

apart from Narracott
with the delivery, sir.

Lombard.

Where are you going?

We're sat around waiting
for Ulick Norman Owen.

What if he's been here all along?

Plenty of places he could be hiding.

Wait for me.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Please, please, please just fucking stop.

Stop. S-Stop. Stop. Stop.

BLORE: Oh, this is… this is barmy!

No one could hide down there.

[BIRD CRYING]

Ever get the feeling
you're being hunted, Tubs?

Now, stop calling me that.
I ain't even fat.

And no, I don't.

Really?

"Cause Mr. Owen, whoever he
may be, knows a lot about us."

Well, not about me.

Edward Landor was a degenerate.
He was a pansy.

He fell down the steps into his cell.

You never touched him?

I wouldn't want to be near
one of them dirty bastards.

Come on, Tubs! Keep up!

[BIRDS CALLING]

General?

Is your suitcase ready?

She died.

Spanish influenza, after the war.

Who?

My wife, Leslie.

After all that…
she died of the Spanish flu.

So many did.

I should have just stepped
aside like a gentleman and

just let them be happy.

Do come back to the house, General.

You haven't brought your case down yet,

and we want to get away as
soon as Mr. Narracott arrives.

He's not coming, Narracott, you know.

No one's coming for us.

We won't be leaving the island.

This is the end.

It's a relief to come to the
end, to know that it's over.

You won't understand
that yet, but you will…

In time.

I think you're quite mistaken.

The boat will come and
we'll all be waiting for you.

[GUNFIRE, EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

[GUNFIRE, EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE]

Ah, Miss Claythorne.

Good.

Bring a couple of chairs, would you?

[CLATTERING IN DISTANCE]

What's going on?

It's a bit early to be on the sauce.

It's been something of a morning.

Hey. Hey. Shh.

Bastard's down there. I heard him.

What bastard?

Owen.

PHILIP: I can hear him moving about.

Marston's room.

[CLATTERING CONTINUES]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

What are you doing?

[CLATTERING]

Camp bed.

Well, we had to find
somewhere to store it, and

young men don't look under beds.

But w-what do you need a camp bed for?

What were you planning?

Well, I can't sleep in my room, can I?

Me wife.

Yeah. Obviously. Of course.

I've got to find
somewhere else to set up.

What for? We're all leaving.

Well, you might be. This is my job.

I can't go anywhere until
my employer dismisses me.

Your employer? Your employer is insane.

Be that as it may, I've
got nothing else to go to.

All right, then. Carry on, Rogers.

Did you know he had a gun?

No.

[BIRDS CRYING IN DISTANCE]

Do stop.

Mr. Narracott seems a sensible man.

He'll be here.

I must say, I understand now

why you teach in such a
substandard establishment.

I'm just observing that most schools

would not want to be
associated with an inquest.

I'm not accusing you.

There's been quite
enough of that already.

Yes, there has.

More than enough.

Apart from the egregious Mr. Lombard

and the Rogers, who I find most dubious,

and the depraved
Mr. Marston, it's all nonsense.

Everyone was simply doing their duty.

As was I.

As were you?

You didn't say anything last night.

It wasn't for gentlemen's ears.

But Beatrice Taylor
was my maid of all work.

Foundling girl.

An unwanted… from the war, you know?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

I believed her to be a
clean, decent, modest girl.

I taught her needlework skills.

We had quite the little home.

But then she got herself into trouble.

The family way.

As her own loose mother had with her.

She begged me for help.

Naturally and quite properly, I refused.

[SOBBING]

Miss Brent, please!

I beg you!

What happened to her?

She threw herself under a train.

She killed herself?

Even made the local paper.

And they turned it into some
potboiling sentimental tale.

She asked you for help.

If you had helped her…

It was the weakness in her character

which drove her actions.

Why should I be reproached?

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Ask Rogers for some tea.

Lemon, not milk.

DR. ARMSTRONG: It's a
wild-goose chase if you ask me.

Grown man hiding and sneaking about.

It's ridiculous.

Marston was given cyanide, though.

Wasn't he, Tubs?

Cyanide?

I'm pretty sure of it.

[SNORTS] I don't know.

You were convinced of it this morning.

Claythorne for the cyanide.

-I'd put money on it.
-She don't seem the type.

No. She's exactly the type.

What about the old boy, the general?

Dangerous men come back,
you know, from over there,

their noggins all scrambled.

PHILIP: Oh.
Well, let's search everybody, then.

God-bothering Miss Brent.
Let's search Wargrave.

-What, the judge?
-Mm-hmm.

Well known as a hanging judge.

He's infamous for the black square.

The story goes that he'd watch
every execution he'd ordered.

Tubs, you've been looking
sideways at Armstrong

all morning, and now
everyone's fair game.

You suggested the judge.

I was taking the piss.

Mr. Owen is on the island,
and I'm going to find him.

You don't want to pay
attention to what he said.

He's just stirring the shit pot.

Well, I can stir it right back.

[BIRDS CRYING IN DISTANCE]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[GASPS]

[DR. ARMSTRONG GRUNTS]

PHILIP: Don't look.

Someone did this?

BLORE: Well, it weren't
no bleedin' accident.

It's murder.

He said no one was coming for us.

He said this was the end.

Miss Claythorne?

"Eight little soldier
boys traveling in Devon."

One said he'd stay there,
and then there were seven.

Count them, Judge.

Count them.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[WIND WHISTLING]

VERA: Cyril!

Run!

Find help!

A boat!

Run!

-Cyril!
-[BIRDS CRYING]

[ECHOING] Cyril!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Miss Claythorne!

I just want to go!

You'd drown!

Please!

Please.

Come inside.

Come. Come.

I've got you.

Don't worry. It's all right.

PHILIP: I told you
Owen was on the island.

What made you so sure?

Instinct.

We've got to be rational.

Stick with procedure.

Who is this Owen?

And Mrs. Owen.

I don't think there even is a Mrs. Owen.

BLORE: We must all
have something in common,

someone who knows us all.

Well, how can that be possible?

I can imagine crossing
paths with a doctor, a judge,

but someone like Mr. Lombard?

Well, we've crossed
paths now, haven't we?

Mr. Lombard, Blore tells
me that you have a revolver.

Oh, Tubs.

-Why have you got a gun?
-He's got a gun?

I carry it everywhere.

And it was implied that I might need it.

Implied? By whom?

MORRIS: My client needs a good man

who can handle situations.

Who's your client?

Mr. Owen.

Ulick Norman Owen.

Never heard of him.

But he has heard of you.

Audrey, the box.

It's dangerous, then.

My client believes that
it could become volatile.

I see.

And how would Mr. Owen
wish me to proceed?

He leaves that to your discretion.

But forewarned is… Is forearmed.

I understand.

That's who got in touch with
me about the job with Mrs. Owen…

Isaac Morris in Soho.

Soho. Hmm.

I was invited here by the
Owens, whom I've never heard of,

to join a mutual friend… Mrs. Culmington.

Perfect place to recover, it said.

The envelope was postmarked London, Soho.

A sink of depravity.

A godless desert of vice.

What brings you here, Miss Brent?

Mrs. Owen wrote to me.

She was interested in my work.

The moral education of
girls of the lower orders.

They have to be taught
modesty and decency

or society will be drowned in a
rising tide of unwanted babies,

all squalling to be fed.

She wanted to contribute to my cause.

Blore?

I got a letter from Ulick Norman Owen.

He was impressed by
my standing in the force.

He said if I could see my way
clear to spending some time,

keeping an eye out, that he
would recompense me generously.

Keeping an eye out for what?

BLORE: He said that someone
was here under false pretenses.

He also supplied a list of guests.

All of you.

Everyone here.

What he didn't say was that
Lombard would have a gun.

DR. ARMSTRONG: Is it
Mr. Owen's voice on the record?

Does anybody recognize it?

Are we forgetting about the gun here?

There's a Fenian sat over
there with a bloody gun!

Don't blaspheme.

BLORE: Hand it over. Come on.

Surrender your weapon, Mr. Lombard.

-Not a chance.
-I could make you.

You can try.

Is Isaac Morris Mr. Owen?

PHILIP: No.

I'd have found that sweaty
bucket of lard by now.

EMILY: Jews.

Wherever there's a problem,

there's Jews at the bottom of it.

Something struck me.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

I can't think why I didn't see it before.

Ulick Norman Owen.

Una Nancy Owen.

-Or…
-[PAPER TEARS]

UN. Owen

is "unknown."

It's a riddle, perhaps.

What does it mean?

It means that
Mr. Lombard is right to insist

that the killer is on the island.

And he's getting very wet out there.

The killer's not out there.

The killer is in here.

It is one of us.

We've never met each other before now.
Why?

How could I possibly be capable?

Oh, anyone is capable, Miss Brent.

Forty years on the criminal
bench has taught me that.

-Rogers.
-[SIGHS] Here we go again.

Lining up the next suspect.

You mark my words. Rogers.

He's an oily bugger.

Slinking around.

EMILY: Going back
and forth during dinner.

He would have had time

to put something in Mr. Marston's drink.

I heard him tell Mrs. Rogers to shut up.

Well, she's shut up now, isn't she?

He's the one moving the figures.

But the… the general, the rest of us,

that record, this house… Why?

BLORE: Rogers…
He's got low cunning running though him

like Brighton through a stick of rock.

We need to watch him.

Any faith I ever had
in the thin blue line

evaporated the second I met you, Tubs.

You call me that one more time, mate…
one more time…

And you'll what?

We are all being hunted.

There's someone else on this island,

and when I find him,

I'm gonna make him number
22 with a bullet right there.

Oh, God.

How could you say that… so easily?

I just open my mouth, and it comes out.

[DOOR OPENS]

I'll see what can be done about supper.

There's some liver and kidneys.

Perhaps a pie with some good gravy.

That would be delicious, Rogers.

Thank you.

Thank you, Rogers.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, I ain't eating
a mouthful of his pie.

[THUNDER RUMBLING, WIND WHISTLING]

Oh. Well, good night.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Trust in God.

But perhaps also…
we should lock our doors.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[INDISTINCT VOICES]

EMILY: The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

[RAIN FALLING]

[THUNDER CRASHING, WIND WHISTLING]

[WINDOW CLOSES]

He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through

WOMAN: the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

I will fear no evil. I will… [GASPS]

I will fear no evil. Thou art with me.

[WHIMPERS]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Get up!

-Get up!
-[GONG CHIMING]

Get up!

I was looking for him.

[GAGS]

I wanted a coffee.

I looked.

And I found this.

It wasn't me.

I just wanted a damn coffee.

It wasn't me.

He's been here all night.

Seven little soldiers chopping up sticks.

One chopped himself in
half, and then there were six.

So she's right.

It is the poem.

But he's fucked, Mr. Unknown Owen,

because six little solder
boys played with a hive.

A bumblebee stung one,
and then there were five.

And there is no hive here,
and there are no bees,

so what are you gonna do
now, Mr. Unknown Owen?

You're fucked! You're fuck…

Now get dressed.

We will all get dressed,
and I will make coffee.

Miss Brent, shall we?

Yes.

Shit.

Shit the bed.

PHILIP: We'll need to find
something to wrap him up with

or he's gonna go everywhere.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[CLOCK TICKING, RAIN FALLING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Coffee.

There's no milk, I'm afraid.

Does this person… mean to kill us all?

I believe so, yes.

I've lost a ball of wool. [SIGHS]

I'm quite ridiculously
distressed about it.

It's only wool.

I'm so very tired.

Drink your coffee, Miss Brent.

I'll bring you a candle to see by.

Thank you, dear.

[THUNDER RUMBLING, RAIN FALLING]

I'll make some more.

Judge Wargrave, I feel
I owe you an apology for

exposing your illness in
such an unforgivable fashion.

We're all feeling a little
ragged, understandably.

What's your opinion of the others?

I haven't really formed one.

I don't trust any of them.

Blore.

That bastard Lombard.

Claythorne.

Miss Brent and her religious mania.

But you and I… we have sharp minds.

Actual intellects.

We should stay together.

Hm.

Very well.

Oh.

Here. Here.

Thank you.

[VOICE BREAKING] Dribbling
down myself like a child.

Miss Claythorne's making the coffee.

She should be watched.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

Right. [EXHALES DEEPLY]

You do the stairs.

I'm going to wash the
guts out of the wood store.

[WATER DRIPPING]

[DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Can I?

[DISHWARE RATTLING]

I rather enjoy domestic tasks.

They are soothing.

Normal.

Indeed.

I'll just be a moment.

All right.

[HINGES SQUEAK]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[GONG CHIMING]

VERA: Stung by a bee.

And then there were five.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Well, I suppose with no Rogers,
I should think about lunch.

I could eat a scabby horse.

You're actually hungry?

Well, it was heavy work…
dealing with Rogers.

And you're the one who suggested lunch.

Only because it's what
one does at this time of day.

But I'm not hungry.

How could you possibly be hungry?

Oi, you.

Don't go implying… casting aspersions…

I've got…
I've got nothing to do with this.

I've got nothing to do with any of it.

Just because I said that I was hungry…

I am hungry.
It doesn't prove a single thing.

I'm going to get dressed.

The whole morning, dragging
Rogers around, clearing up guts,

without so much as a cup
of tea to wet me whistle.

And you… You look at me like…

Calm down.

You've got some front, love.

You've got some right brass neck.

PHILIP: Don't go downstairs on your own.

Not with those two.

What, Wargrave and Armstrong?

Mm-hmm.

You wait up here for me.

It was locked, which means
there must be a master key.

Rogers must have had a master key.

You two dealt with the body!

And you found it.

Or did you?

You shrieking like a woman.

Was that a bit of
amateur dramatics, was it?

I did nothing to Rogers.
I didn't take any master key.

We don't even know
if there is a master key.

And we only have your
word that the gun was stolen!

-You could've taken it!
-Why would I steal my own gun?

I don't know why you'd
do anything, Lombard.

I don't know why you killed Rogers

or Miss Brent or MacArthur!

I didn't kill them.

Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?

Just like you'd say that
your gun was stolen!

You really are a first-class, five-star,

solid-gold fucking moron.

WARGRAVE: Please. The lady. Mm?

BLORE: Double bluff.

What, Tubs?

BLORE: Why you would steal your own gun,

Armstrong's got a point.

It's all riddles and
games, smoke and mirrors.

Double bluff.

You were the last one down.

The last one.

Ages behind everyone else.

What… What took you so long?

I don't care to say.

PHILIP: You killed Rogers.

You took the master key. You went to bed.

You made sure all of us were downstairs.

And then you got into my
room and you took my gun.

You have my gun, you little prick.

Lombard. For heaven's sake.

I never killed Rogers,

and I ain't got your
key or your sodding gun.

PHILIP: Then what took you so long?

If you weren't in my
room stealing my gun,

then why were you the last down?

I was in the bloody
lavvy, if you must know.

Constipated!

[DR. ARMSTRONG LAUGHS]

Oh, yes.

Yeah. Laugh it up.

-It's not funny.
-[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

I was bound up something rotten.

Sat there in a muck sweat.

So it weren't me.

It could have been any of us.

Any one of us could have had the key.

Any one of us could have the gun.

[CLOCK TICKING]

[DRAWER CLOSES]

It is the only way to be sure.

BLORE: It's not like
you've been singled out.

We're all getting the same.

[DRAWER CLOSES]

BLORE: No key.

No gun.

Now.. Now you, Miss Claythorne.

Of course.

I'm just being thorough.

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

VERA: I do.

I'm in love with him.

I love him so much it hurts.

Silly.

Girls are silly.

[CHUCKLES]

And I'm going to marry him.

I heard Mummy say he
couldn't afford to get married.

Well, I'll find a way, Cyril.

If you marry Uncle Hugo…

When I marry Hugo.

…will you be my aunt?

I will.

Aunt Vera.

And what fun we'll have.

Christmas and birthdays
and summer holidays.

Picnics, parties, pony rides.

Hm.

How happy we'll be
when we have everything.

[THUNDER RUMBLING, RAIN FALLING]

Cyril!

[SCREAMS]

[GASPS]

[DR. ARMSTRONG SIGHS]

Why isn't Lombard doing this?

Blore and I thought it a good
idea to keep you two apart.

Well, well, Miss Claythorne.

Mr. Lombard.

Philip.

Vera.

[DOOR OPENS]

Nothing.

We'll search the rest of the house.

Every room.

[WOOD CLATTERING]

[METAL SCRAPING]

[CLATTERING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING, RAIN FALLING]

[CLOCK CHIMING]

BLORE: We're in hell.

And we're being
punished for what we done.

WARGRAVE: He refused the hood.

He haunts me still.

DR. ARMSTRONG [WHISPERING]: Look at them.

There's something going on between them.

VERA: Someone has to come for us soon.

They… They have to.

BLORE: I reckon we're being watched.

[GROWLS]

We are.