All language subtitles for And.Then.There.Were.None.S01E03.BDRip.x265-ION265

Wargrave:
U.n. Owen... is "unknown."

Blore: We must all have
something in common,

someone who knows us all.

It's the poem.

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

MacArthur:
No one's coming for us.

This is the end.

Cyril:
You like uncle Hugo, don't you?

Vera: I do.

I'm in love with him.

Dr. Armstrong:
One chopped himself in half,

and then there were six.

So she's right. It is the poem.

We have sharp minds.

We should stay together.

Philip: It was looked,

which means there must be
a master key.

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

Any one of us
could have the gun.

Wargrave:
The killer is not out there.

The killer is in here.

It is one of us.

Olivia:
Look how happy cyril is now.

Hugo always works wonders.

He is the most marvelous man.

Vera: He seems very nice.

I really can't imagine
many would be as kind

under the circumstances.

What circumstances?

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

So Hugo, as the nephew,
stood to inherit.

And when little cyril
popped out,

that was it for Hugo's hopes.

What he needs is some rich girl
loaded down with daddy's money.

But he's a romantic.

Wants to marry for love.

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

Love, miss claythorne,
is a very costly pursuit.

Oh! Well done, cyril!

Oh!

I might go and play with them.

Ah! Hello.

Looks like we've got
some reinforcements, cyril.

Ready, old thing?

Cyril: Ready?

I don't think miss claythorne
can hit a ball.

- Girls can't, uncle Hugo.
- Hugo: Oh. We'll have to see.

Oh! A shot!

Over here! Quick! Quick!

Quick! She's gonna get
all the way around.

Come on, now.

Well done.

Almost.

Dr. Armstrong: We can't
just sit here doing nothing.

What are we supposed to do?

Light a fire on the headland.
Signal for help.

Philip: Not in this weather.

Where's she going?

Where you going?!

To make tea.

I'll bring it in.

What else are you gonna bnngin?

A knife from the kitchen?

The gun from wherever
you've hidden it?

And what are you gonna be
putting in the tea?

She's gonna wipe out
all four of us.

Vera:
There'll be lemon in the tea.

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

Even if I did,
I wouldn't be killing you all

- at the same time, would I?
- How do we know that?

Because it's one by one
and in a particular way.

Or have you not been
paying attention?

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

doesit
you idiotic, cretinous bastard?

Philip:

I'll come with you.

No. We go singly or in a group.

I hear you were one
for the black square

and the rope, judge wargrave.

When it was appropriate, yes.

And tubs here tells me

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

Is that true?

You really want to stop
calling me that.

Is that true, judge?

I had the power to condemn men
and women to death

for their crimes.

With great power comes
great responsibility.

I believe that to look away
as that power is exercised

was both irresponsible
and cowardly.

Did you watch Edward seton hang?

Vera: I remember Edward seton
from the newspapers.

Everyone said he was innocent.

He wasn't.

He left diaries.

They proved a warped
and corrupted mind.

He believed his victims
were full of filth

and that he was cleansing
the world of their stain.

Taunting the police with clues
and misdirections excited him

as much as torture and sadism.

He was guilty, and you passed
the right verdict.

Why didn't you go and see him?

I did.

It was unsettling.

Different.

He refused the hood.

He wanted me to see his face.

Perhaps to impute there was
some commonality between us,

perhaps to... laugh at me.

Vera: Laugh at you?

Wargrave: Yes.

At justice.

It meant nothing to him.

He wasn't cowed by it or by me.

I was nothing.

I would soon be forgotten,
a footnote in history.

Whereas he, with his legacy
of blood and horror,

would be remembered forever.

Well, it worked.

He haunts me still.

But... laughter or not,

justice came, as it always does.

And the world is free
of his terrible darkness.

Dr. Armstrong:
This is ridiculous.

I mean, we can't just sit around
doing nothing.

Wargrave: Very well, doctor.

We said singly or in a group.

I'm going to read.

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

Philip: "Justice came."

The killer and wargrave
having common cause...

The same thrill
from handing out death.

You took the piss
when I said the judge...

Philip: Yes.
Well, now I think different.

How many men has he seen dangle?

What does that do to someone?

Blore: He's on his own.

Could be plotting anything.

Dr. Armstrong:
Stop it, will you?!

Just stop it!

As if we haven't had to put up
with you.

Breathing and smoking.

Scratching, fidgeting,
and pacing.

I'm going to bed.

Singly or in a group.

You can watch me go up
the stairs.

Cyril!

Cyril!

Cyril! No!

No!

Man: Vera?

Hey.

Vera.

- Here.
- Hold on.

Oh, for Christ's sake.
It's sal volatile.

Smelling salt.

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

There we are.

These... I thought there was
somebody in the room with me.

Here. Have some Brandy.

Philip:

Good for you, Vera.

What, you think
I've done something to it?

Philip: I'm going to go
and fetch another bottle

that hasn't been opened.

I need some water.

This Brandy's all right.
I haven't done anything to it.

Brandy's good for shock.
That's why I got it.

He called her Vera.

Lombard. That's the second time.

There's something going on
between them.

Sealed and untampered with.

Blore: What's that for?

I don't know.

Blore: A chandelier, maybe.

Like downstairs.

A chandelier? In the bedroom?

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

They'd put a chandelier
anywhere.

Put a chandelier in a pigsty
if the fancy took them.

I'm becoming very fond of you,
tubs.

Blore:

You're an arrogant arsehole,
you.

Ooh.

Bloody hell.
Sorry, miss claythorne.

Vera: No. You're right.

He's an arsehole.

Where's the judge?

Jesus.

He's been shot in the head.

Vera: What are you doing?

His head needs to be wrapped
if we're gonna move him.

Philip: He's right.

We don't want his brains
spilling out all over the floor.

Don't use your jacket,
Armstrong.

I'll find something else.

Vera: Shot?

Are you sure?

Well, look at him.

We searched everywhere
for that gun.

You went back downstairs
to get the bottle.

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

And you.
You disappeared for a bit.

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

We didn't hear the shot.

You could have muffled it
with a cushion.

Well, we'll have to take
your word for it.

I've never shot a man
in the head.

That's more your field
of expertise.

Philip: How would I have had
the time to go downstairs,

grab a bottle of Brandy,

quickly put a slug in wargrave,
making sure that nobody heard,

and dress him up
and make it back upstairs again?

Tubs here was away for longer.

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

Dr. Armstrong: "Five little
soldier boys going in for law.

One got chancery,
and then there were four."

One by one...
And in a particular way.

And where's my gun?

Well, don't bloody look at me.

Dr. Armstrong: Or me.

Dr. Armstrong: I can't stand
the sound of that wind.

I can't stand it.

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

In the war,
we did this all the time!

And stay awake!

Bodies! Bodies! Bodies! Bodies!

Bones! Blood! Skulls!

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

Endless parade of shattered...
Shattered meats!

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

Guts everywhere
and bodies and screaming!

Man on loudspeaker: Ladies
and gentlemen, silence, please.

You are charged
with the following indictments.

Edward George Armstrong...

That's me!

Man on loudspeaker: That you
murdered Louisa Mary clees.

William Henry blore.

Yeah. That's me.

Man on loudspeaker: That you
did murder James Steven landor.

Well...

Man on loudspeaker:
Vera Elizabeth claythorne...

The smell!

And the noise! The noise.
The noise. The noise.

Man on loudspeaker: Prisoners
at the bar, how do you plead?

Guilty!

What are you laughing at?!

Blore.

Watch them.

Watch them.

You stick with me, Vera.

We're gonna get through this.

I have no intention
of getting killed.

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

Dr. Armstrong: You see?

Look at them. Together.

Perhaps it's them.

Mr. and Mrs. Owen.

It's them.

It's them.

It's them.

Fine.

Why am I wearing
this fucking hat?

I'm going to bed.

This party's over.

Blore: Now, look here, sunshine.
You've been pinched.

And we know what for.

Lurking about in a gentleman's
public convenience, in the bogs.

What am I, born yesterday?

Now, you're lucky you got me,
not some other copper

who might have been
a bit heavy-handed.

I mean... look at you.

There's nothing of you.

You're soft.

Eh?

Like a peach or something.

You'd be mush in a moment.

So go on.

On your way.

And let this be a lesson to you,
all right?

Be more discreet.

You don't want to end up
getting a bloody nose

or doing a stretch inside,

'cause it's no fun for you lot
in the Nick.

Go on. Scarper.

Thank you.

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

That's what I should've done.

But I didn't.

Bastard.

Lombard. Lombard.

Lombard! Lombard!

Eh!

Vera: What is it?

It's him. It is Armstrong.

He's left the house. I saw him.

Lock your door, Vera,
and put a chair against it.

How are you?

How is Mrs. Hamilton?

I'm taking her to London.

She can't stay here.

Of course.

She, uh, wants to give you
three months' pay

in lieu of notice because,
obviously,

you cannot be a governess when
there is no child to govern.

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

Even if I'm not governess,

I can still look after
the house.

As a friend.

I'm locking the house up.

I imagine it might be sold.

But it's yours now.

I will have to find somewhere
to stay.

I'll find a nice hotel.

For when you come down.

Perhaps I'll find us
a little cottage.

I have to be with Olivia.

She's really rather unwell.

There will be an inquest.

They want it to be quite soon,
so you'll be needed.

Of course.

And you'll come down for that?

I have to go.

Poor little cyril.

Poor little cyril.

Philip: Vera. It's us.

Blore: It was just on your bed.

It was just on my bed.

Well, how do I know you didn't
plant it in there last night?

Because if Philip had the gun
before now,

he would have taken it with you

when you went after Armstrong,
wouldn't he?

Well, you could have crept out
of your room and planted it.

There was no one 'round here
to hear you.

I had my door locked
in case Armstrong came back.

Armstrong's disappeared.

Thin air.

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

Yes, we did.

Did you find him?

You Chuck him off the cliff?

No, tubs, I didn't find him and
Chuck him off the cliff.

Vera: Red herring.

What?

"Four little soldier boys
going out to sea.

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

Red herring.

Armstrong's still alive.

Why is it always you
that works it out?

Has been from the off, isn't it?

Working it out.

Armstrong said that and all.

Philip: It's been a long night.

You're letting the booze
and the powder

do the thinking for you, tubs.

I told you
to stop calling me that.

Your first name's William,
isn't it?

Do you get will or...

Bill.

I get bill.

Well, bill... whose idea was it
to put music on,

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

Armstrong.

And who did you first suspect?

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

Armstrong.

Vera: Red herring.

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

And he's still alive.

Because people don't
just vanish...

Not on an island this size.

He's still alive.

Blore:
I've got an allotment at home.

In Edmonton.

I love it.

It's my little patch
of paradise.

That's the best thing
in the world,

just sitting there,
watching it all... growing away.

Cup of tea from the flask

and a bit of bread
and a bit of cheese

and a... radish that you pulled
from the ground a moment before.

Great big peppery radish.

Simple things.

Good things.

I wish I'd chucked that letter
from ulick Norman Owen

in the bin.

And it serves me right.

Trying to earn a bit of cash
on the sly.

Serves us all right.

Are we dead already?

What?

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

And this is hell.

We're in hell.

And we're being punished
for what we done.

'Cause I did kill him.

Landon

I stomped him till he was pulp.

His own mother couldn't see him.

Couldn't say goodbye.

I murdered him, all right.

He was helpless,
and h didn't stop.

Must have been so frightened.

Just a young lad.

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

Who's gonna do that?

Who's... what's gonna happen
to my allotment?

Philip: Hey. Hey, come on, tubs.

We're not done yet.

It's us three against him.
We can hold our own.

Vera: And someone has to come
for us soon.

- They... they have to.
- Philip: Mm-hmm.

That's the spirit.

Blore: Who's gonna come for us?

That narracott never turned up
when he was supposed to.

Reckon he was paid off.

We light a fire on the cliff.

Someone's bound to see it.

Vera: Okay.
We're going to need supplies.

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

Do you?

I reckon we're being watched.

We are.

- Philip: Let's go.
- Vera: Okay.

Come on, tubs. Let's go.

Where is he?

Stay here.

Don't follow me.

"Three little soldier boys
walking in the zoo.

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

Philip: Poor tubs.

Poor tubs.

The tide's changing.

Philip?

Philip.

There's something down there.

Philip: Armstrong.

Come on.

Where?

Not here.

I need to find a better view.

No, no, no.

We... we can't leave him
like this.

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

- Yes, we can.
- No.

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

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

How will it look for us?

Please.

Please!

It's you.

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

Give me the gun.

You're going to kill me.

I'm not gonna kill you, Vera.

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

There's no one else!

There's somebody on this island,
and they're gonna kill us both

if you don't give me that gun.

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

Listen to me.
We're being hunted!

Right now we're being hunted!

I need the gun!

Give it to me.

Vera.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Vera.

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

A reward for being so good.

He wanted to swim.

He always wanted to swim.

But I said no.

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

And he was gone.

I ran after him.

I ran as fast as I could.

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

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

If only...

Thank you.

Thank you for trying to save
him.

Thank you for trying.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

You know, before I wasn't sure.

But I am sure now.

Watching you, hearing you speak.

Now I'm sure.

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

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

I've seen you run, Vera.

You're fast. You're strong.

You sprint.

You turn your back for a moment

and you couldn't catch up
with cyril?

- Hugo, you can't think this.
- I know why you did it.

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

So did I.

And I love you.

I can't prove it.

I can't prove a thing.

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

I'd see you hang.

Cyril!

Now...

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

You're strong enough.

Exched?

Okay.

On your marks.

Get set.

Man: Nearly there!

Don't worry!

Hold on!

Don't worry.

I've got you.

I've got you.

Vera: Hugo.

Hugo.

"Two little soldier boys
sitting in the sun."

"One got frizzled up,
and then there was one."

"One little soldier boy left
all alone.

He went and hanged himself...
And then there were none."

You wondering about that...

Liver and kidneys.

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

None of you checked.

I need to get down.

Armstrong made it
so much easier.

He was very keen
to forge an alliance.

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

when he ran out into the night
to meet me.

Perhaps that I was going to
save him.

I lied about the success
of my surgery.

The mass...
The tumor is spreading.

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

It's quite extraordinarily
painful.

Well, not long now, though, hmm?

Why are you doing this?

Because justice comes to all.

I told you that.
Were you not listening?

The evidence that led me
to convict Edward seton

was considered too terrible
to be made public.

It was the stuff of nightmares.

Really.

And where others were revoked“.

Miss claythorne,
I was fascinated.

And when seton looked
into my eyes,

he could see
that I was thrilled.

He knew that I was
a kindred spirit.

And when his neck snapped,

I felt as if I had been
handed a gift.

No.

You don't mean any of this.

You are a good man.

Moral.

Moral?

Maybe there's something in that.

There are differences
between seton and myself.

All his victims were innocent.

You are all guilty.

Now, imagine.

The detectives arrive to find
a house full of slaughter

and the handiwork
of UN. Owen everywhere.

But u.N. Owen himself
is nowhere to be seen.

But who else could have fired
the final shot

that ended the life
of the unimpeachable judge?

Ten bodies and no murderer.

How could he have disappeared?

It's so unfathomable.

They'll be worrying about it
for years.

No. Wait.

There's... there's no...

There's no more bullets.

There... there can be no final
shot because the gun is empty.

There are no more bullets.

Damn.

It's all spoiled.

- No, it's not spoiled.
- Yes, it is.

There are corpses everywhere
and only me left.

Not just you.

There's me.

The two of us, together.

We'll...
We'll say it was Philip,

that he was mad.

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

He was insane.

He killed us all,
and I shot him.

I shot him to defend us.

It was all Philip lombard.

You took him as your lover.

Yes.

Got his blood on your feet.

Self-defense.

We'll say that.

We'll say that.

They'll believe us.

They believed me last time.

What a beguiling woman you are,
miss claythorne.

Vera.

Quite my favorite, really.

There's no final bullet, judge.

But I can save us both.

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

Just let me down.

Please.

You forgot the one that shot me.