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(Faint drumbeat)

(Drumbeat-heavy instrumental)

(Instrumental music masks speech)

Let's have a little party, huh? (Chuckles)

Erm...the rope. Yes, the rope.

It is very important, huh.

Now we're gonna sacrifice one of the girls of the tribe

to the great God Kraal.

A most beautiful virgin, naturally.

Kraal doesn't give a damn about these details.

Come, the mighty god doesn't like to wait.

- Are you really going to kill me? - If you please...

Are you gonna torture me, too?

Kraal and I have never disappointed a young virgin.

(Woman) Oh, so that's what Kraal is...

Charles. The tray.

Serve the guests. Go on.

George, what's that razor for?

George, stop it. You're hurting me!

- (Woman) George... - (George) I haven't even started.

Your husband's here. I have his approval.

(Woman moans)

(George) Anyway, you should feel flattered.

You were selected out of the whole tribe.

(Woman) But I'm afraid, George. Really. Let me get up.

(George) It's too late. Oh, great god Kraal, do you desire this virgin?

Kraal, now I deliver this maiden's life blood to your fire!

- (George laughs maniacally) - (Woman) No! Don't! George!

(George) All right, friends. She's yours.

Do with her as you will.

Lenience will not be tolerated.

(Peggy) What is it? What happened? Jack! Jack!

(George) Silence! Silence!

The old purifying flame which draws nigh, sinners.

- Prepare yourselves. - (Woman shrieks)

Stay where you are.

(Gasps then sobs)

Who was closest to her?

Talk. Who had that knife?

(Man 2) I had it, but someone grabbed it when the lights went out.

- (George) You don't know who it was? - (Man 2) Sure I do.

(George) Well? Who?

No, I'm not going to talk. I'll just show you something.

(Yelps, then giggles)

(All chuckle)

(Siren wails)

They're all going away.

They can go to hell. I don't care.

Just that I'll be left alone to take care of everyone.

(Woman) Including me, darling.

What a bunch of complainers.

They must think that houseboys don't get tired ever.

How about leaving them, then? We could go away together.

What's this mysterious meeting?

About business matters.

Anyway, why worry your head with that?

I've got a better idea...

(Woman 1) Who understands my husband?

(Woman 2) Why?

(Woman 1) For instance, why send away the yacht?

(Woman 2) It wasn't to buy food.

- (All chuckle) - (Woman 1) I mean, we are on an island.

That's right. One of us could get sick or something.

Let's hope we don't.

(Woman 3) Oh, no one can get sick in this house. George's orders.

(Woman 1) George's orders...

Jill, I have a premonition about this island.

I could be wrong, but...

Trudy, what are we gonna do about poor little Peggy?

If she doesn't like the island, we'll have to get a different one.

Oh, you know what I mean...

Hm...

(Trudy) Nice. When are you gonna have a show?

I had one about a month ago. George set it up for me, of course.

If only you hadn't married such a beast...

Oh, all men are beasts. But George turns into a real charmer,

when he starts signing cheques.

It's an easy charm to have.

(Jill) Not everybody has it.

I've finished. I wonder when they're coming down.

- Good morning. - (Trudy) Morning, dear.

Hello, Isabel.

Do you like wild flowers? There are lots of them on the island.

- Thanks. - Thank you, dear.

Thank you.

(Peggy) Why don't you give us a hand in the kitchen?

Me in the kitchen? Never.

Aren't you afraid, wandering over the island by yourself?

No. Anyway, I have to look out for my mother and my father.

They're coming back.

She's had her operation.

Look, Professor, we want to buy it.

Name your own price. We'll give you a million dollars, here and now.

Listen, you can have a million from each one of us, if you like.

I've told you, that money doesn't mean a damn thing to me.

God, I've come here to rest!

Each one of us has in his pocket a cheque for a million dollars.

Swiss bank. Made out to cash.

And you cash them any time you like.

(George) Three million dollars.

I'm just not interested in money.

Be practical for once.

If you don't sell, it means you won't get anything for all those years you've spent.

We've been through this before.

That doesn't matter to me.

Please, try to understand.

My best friend was killed because of these experiments.

(Nick) But that has nothing to do with your formula.

Then what about my conscience?

Ha! Your conscience...

That's a laugh.

You want your name in the history books? Huh?

It'll be there. The discovery's yours.

Do you want me to... throw in my wife, too?

That's enough!

I want to get off this island.

(George) C'mon, Professor...

Why did you send the yacht away?

Well, because it looked stormy and we haven't got a harbour for that big a boat.

(Farrell) Never mind.

Charles can take me over tomorrow, on the launch.

My wife said this was gonna be a vacation...

You help me, Trudy. I bet he'd never say no to his wife.

He's got a mind of his own, I'm afraid and you don't know how stubborn it is.

I married him for it.

Yeah, I know. He's also a very great scientist.

But I'm not one to give up.

There are too many interests involved.

I want that formula at any price.

Let's make a deal now.

I want to be able to say that, for once in my life,

I worked for humanity, not for money.

We industrialists can't afford such noble gestures.

We sell things. We just don't get sentimental over them...

He doesn't sell, he gives.

He's going to announce it at the chemists' convention in Geneva, next Monday.

Look...you'd better not do anything rash

because...you might find that the three of us can be very stubborn...

Is that a threat?

What is it?

Trudy was supposed to come take a walk with me.

You don't mind if I go out for a while, do you, darling?

Mm? No. Go ahead.

All right. I won't be gone long.

I, er...I just wanted to warn you, hm?

(Jill) I had no idea it would bother you so much.

Trudy, I never would have married George, had I known.

- There's one thing you can do. - What is that?

I think you understand. Your husband and you should separate.

But Trudy, George is really nothing to me.

It just so happens I'm still in love with you.

- But, Jill, let me tell you... - No, Trudy.

He'll never take me away from you.

I swear that.

(Trudy) Well...I see Marie is paying the houseboy another little visit...

(Jill chuckles)

Charles. Are you in there?

Charles...

It's me, darling...

Charles...

Darling, don't you feel well?

Charles!

(Shrieks)

So, what was I telling you?

(Marie) That I'm a dirty whore. That's why I'm taking a shower.

At least now I'll be a clean whore.

Oh, and then you ask how I could've gone to bed with a houseboy.

I mean to say, one does have to do something for the working classes...

Don't you think so?

Anyway, that's more or less what you were saying, dear.

So...

I'll listen, if you wanna go on.

You see... I don't care if he was a houseboy.

It just boils down to a matter of good taste, that's all.

Why Charles, when there were a lot of better choices around?

- I'm not a jealous type. - I don't even know what you're saying!

You would throw yourself away on a houseboy.

Don't be ridiculous. I just liked him, that's all.

- If you want to know what I think... - I don't ask you to think.

Just to...do a little something...

Just what the hell do you expect me to do?

A wife should help her husband...

In this case, how?

What you did with the houseboy could be of help

in convincing the Professor...

And now tell me who's the dirty whore, you bastard.

If that's your idea of what I should do to help you...

You can count on it.

I can help you even more than you think.

That's fine, darling. Why don't you start with George?

(Woman emits blood-curdling scream)

(Woman sobs intermittently)

(Sobbing continues)

Come up to the house. It's no good staying out here.

Who could've done it?

No. We mustn't touch him until the police get here.

(Jack) That's right.

(Farrell) If we don't do something about him, the crabs will take care of it for us.

At least we'll have a nice white skeleton to look at.

(Peggy) Oh, God...

You killed him, didn't you?

I can't figure out whether you're dangerous or just stupid.

You forget: I like men, but I like them to be alive.

Hello.

Hello!

Save your breath, Professor Farrell.

Don't you see it's out of order?

What's all the yelling about?

George.

Did you throw this damn thing out of whack?

It was working before.

Hello.

Hello!

You didn't want anybody to phone the police.

They don't worry me at all.

That's right. You're the big fish that nobody can touch.

I'm getting out of here. With the motor boat.

Come back here.

Farrell!

What do you think you're doing?

You can't.

- It's not there. - What?!

The motor launch. You sent it away, like the yacht.

Maybe it's on the other side of the island. Come on.

We're the first ones to have a deep-frozen houseboy.

(Sobs)

Jill, darling. Stop it, please. You've got to forget it. It's all over.

Stop it!

(Jill) Oh, go away... Leave me alone! Please!

Jill, you can't go on like this forever. Come on, darling. Try to stop.

No, thanks.

Houseboys come and go, but there's always a bottle.

(Trudy) Jill. Honey, stop it.

There's something dirty about death.

Just try to calm down. Come on.

That's a good girl...

I'm going out for a bit of air.

- Not a bad idea. - I need a shower.

All right. That's enough, now, please...

You know you're crying just like a bad-tempered little baby.

- C'mon, hon... - That's enough.

Stop it!

I don't know what you're up to, George.

All I know is you wouldn't stop at anything...

Stop it. Stop it! Stop it!

- Stop it! - (She shrieks)

You know how to handle women, Trudy...

- (Jill) Oh, God... - Jill... Darling...

Listen to me...

It's all over now.

All of it.

You're going to go upstairs and take a shower.

Of course, darling. You know that.

We'll leave this place. Whenever you want.

- (Knocking at door) - (Farrell) Huh...

(Farrell) Just a minute.

Come in.

- May I? - You already are.

I took this cheque with me. One million dollars.

If you decide to deal just with me,

you get five more.

And nobody will know about it.

Hm?

You're wasting your time.

I'm not selling.

We'll see. Think about it.

Oh...

The bank account...

The code...

is two-two-double-three.

They'll ask you.

- Nick left this? - That's right.

Does that mean you're selling?

No. I'll bring it back to him.

Nick. Take it back. I don't want it.

- You can hold onto it for a while. - I'd rather not.

You can give it back to me tomorrow.

I'm leaving it on the bed.

- Isabel... - (Shrieks)

- What's this about? - Give me that shawl. It's mine.

Sure...

Wait, where you going?

- Come here. - No. Go away. Leave me alone.

But you said it was yours, isn't it?

- Yes. - Well...?

- Come on, don't be afraid. - Thank you.

Now I want to know what this is all about!

(Nick) Well, Professor Farrell. What are you doing here?

I came to tell you I left the cheque in your room.

Here.

You scientists. You're all the same.

You refuse to sell the formula that would make you a fortune.

And you leave a million dollars hanging around as if it was toilet paper.

You'll change your mind. Just wait.

A million dollars?!

What's your formula? The atomic bomb?

No. Just a new type of industrial resin.

You're so different from the others.

- What others? - Everybody.

Did you ever think about how many things you could buy

with a million dollars?

Well, I suppose...a lot.

But you could never buy all of the things you'd want to.

For instance, Professor...

Once you get a yacht, two Rolls-Royces,

and a nice villa,

your million's over.

And what happens after that, Professor?

Another formula.

Well, well. Trudy. The beautiful icicle.

- Want some? - No.

Well, I do. I want all of it. Every drop.

That's better.

Now we'll try something else.

You know something, Trudy?

This is the best formula your husband's come up with yet.

I know you're a beautiful, warm woman.

All woman...

Aren't you, Trudy?

Trudy...

A man like me and a woman like you...

My hand on your skin...

You feel it, Trudy?

This is why I've been looking for you forever...

As though we're...

Forget it.

Listen for once.

Whoever murdered that houseboy happens to be right in this house.

You expect us to make small talk and do nothing.

We can always talk about the six million dollars Nick promised to give me today.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

The good Professor accepted a cheque for one million dollars.

From me, as it happens.

That wasn't our agreement.

I know, but we didn't expect to play fair, now, did we?

Well?

You know damn well I left that cheque in your room, Nick.

Funny, I didn't find it there.

Oh. The last person I would've expected.

- Come to take pot luck? - Where's the cheque?

- The cheque? - I left it here.

On top of your...brassiere.

A cheque in my brassiere. How sweet.

I hope you find it.

Take a look...

You're sure to lay your hands on something nice...

Jack. I'm afraid. I'm sorry, I just am.

Are you sure there's no way to call the police?

Just don't worry, all right? We have nothing to hide from anyone.

But I keep seeing poor Charles dead. I just know something's gonna happen.

Well, there's one thing I know is going to happen.

Shall I show you?

(♪ Lounge music playing)

(Music is stopped)

- (Nick) If he won't give up the formula... - Sh...

(Trudy) Don't talk so loud. Your voice carries.

(Nick) Don't worry about it. People are asleep at this hour.

(Trudy) If we're not sleeping, maybe there's somebody else who's not either.

All right. Trudy, I've heard from the laboratory.

They ran a series of tests on that synthetic resin.

- The results were absolutely incredible. - (Trudy) Slow down a little, will you?

It's going to revolutionise the world market.

I swear, if I can't get my hands on that formula legally,

- I'm just going to... - (Trudy) I know. You've said that already.

Too bad, Nick. You were going to try to play it clever

all the way down to the wire, is that right?

Now, if you were going to go along with me,

do things a little more the way I do...

It would be better.

For you, of course.

Is that right?

You understand. Me too.

We're two rotten bastards cast from the same mould, George.

And don't you ever forget it.

(Lapping waves)

- (Trudy) Jill. - (Shrieks)

Oh, Trudy. I didn't see you.

- And? - And...

And I got a little bit frightened.

You know I'm very good about keeping appointments...

You're so silly. Everything seems to frighten you.

I just can't stop thinking that there's a murderer here.

What can we do?

Everyone seems to be waiting

for something that's not happening.

But...whoever killed Charles might kill someone else.

Who could it have been, Trudy?

Don't think about it anymore, Jill. Let's try to forget the whole thing.

At least for a little while. Shall we...?

- (Gunshot) - (Jill) What was that?

(Trudy) Come on, hurry!

Oh, God... Gerry!

- Gerry... He's dead, Jill! - It came from up there!

Come on. Let's get back to the house.

(Trudy) Nick!

- (Trudy) George! Come here! - (Jill) Someone's killed the Professor!

(George)...and then he was dragged into the water. Why?

There's only one possible reason: so that we wouldn't find his body.

There's no chance you made a mistake, is there?

Don't you believe it? I saw him.

And so did Jill. I believe it.

But it's strange.

Whoever pulled the body out,

didn't cover the tracks.

(George) So, what does that mean?

(Nick) Well, it means whoever did it was in one hell of a hurry.

(Peggy) Please, let's get back to the house.

(Nick) He was in a hurry. What for?

(George) To get back to the house. So he'd be there when the corpse was found.

(Peggy) You mean one of us?

Yeah. I guess that much is pretty clear, at any rate.

What do you want?

Nothing. We're just going to search your room.

- What? - We think you know where the formula is.

But I don't. He never told me anything.

Not even where that cheque of mine is hidden? That you should know.

But...what makes you think that?

My husband was sleeping when I went outside.

One of you three is lying.

(Nick) Why did you go out in the first place?

Why did you meet Jill?

- That's none of your business, Nick. - (Nick) Oh, no?

I left a million dollars here on this table...

and I want it back.

Is there anybody else now?

(Trudy) I'm ready.

(Seagulls in distance)

(♪ Easy-listening music plays)

(Jack) Hey, Peggy. Have you had breakfast yet?

What's the water like? Any breakers?

How would you like a glass of fruit juice? Down your back! (Chuckles)

Peggy, I mean it.

Baby...

It looks like...we'll all wind up in this damned freezer.

- Am I right? - Why ask me?

Why did it have to be her? Why?

Why did you want me to bring her along?

What harm did this girl ever do to you?

Talk, George. Before I kill you.

Jack, I think you'd better watch what you're saying...

(Nick) Jack!

Jack!

Jack, where are you?

Jack!

Answer.

Where are you?

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Hey, Jack!

Jack!

(Nick) Jack, where the hell are you hiding?

(Echoing) Jack...!

Jack...!

Jack! Where are you hiding?

Answer!

Jack!

Jack!

(Echoing) Jack...!

Jack...!

(Marie) Jack...!

Where are you?

Jack!

Isabel, have you seen Jack anywhere?

- Would you like a drink? - No, thanks. Not now.

Trudy!

Not him too!

- Where were you? - (Jack) Hm...

- Jack... - Here he is. Look.

We looked for you everywhere.

Where's Marie?

This time, seltzer water

won't turn the trick.

All right. What's the matter with you, hm?

Please, you must let me leave this place. Please, George.

I'm terribly afraid.

Not of me...

- I don't feel I ever knew you, George. - (George sighs)

I know there's a way of getting off this island, isn't there, George?

But you didn't want anybody to go.

You kept us all here. Why, George?

Do you realise the Professor would still be alive? And Peggy, and Charles!

And poor, silly Marie.

Well, I didn't kill them, you know.

No. I don't know anything anymore, George.

Stop it!

You can think what you like.

(Sobs)

(George) Nick...

May I ask you what you're doing?

Nothing. Just looking for that cheque.

And you expect to find it on my desk?

(♪ Eerie whistling tune playing)

(Whistling tune stops abruptly)

What's that?

Why did you turn off the record player?

Huh?

What the hell are you up to?

I'd like at least my voice to stay around.

My name's Trudy Farrell.

My husband was murdered...

by one of these men.

The first one is George Stark, the man who invited us all here.

Number two.

Jack Davidson. One of the many business associates of George Stark.

The third man's name is Nick Chaney.

I suppose he, too,

does business with George.

One of these three men...

We're all a little...well, 'upset' is as good a word as any.

I think I'll go to my room and get some sleep.

(George) No, you won't.

Why not, George?

You got another one of your clever ideas?

Well? What is it?

We sleep here.

All four of us.

No, thank you.

(Trudy) Sounds risky to me, George...

Knight...

Bishop...

Queen...

Checkmate.

- (Trudy)...but not unintelligent. - Very clever.

(Trudy) Don't you agree?

This way, we're asking for it.

Well, I'm not playing. Thanks just the same.

- Nick! - Let him go, George. He's drunk.

He has the right to fool around with his life, if he wants to.

- Nick's gone out. - (Jack) Trudy, forget it, will you?

(Trudy) And the other two are still here with me.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Each of us...

can watch over the others.

If the murderer is among us...

and...

makes a wrong move...

- Well, he hasn't so far... -...we'll find out...

just who he is.

- Will you please stop it?! - Never mind, George.

It gets on my nerves.

I got something in this shaker you simply won't believe.

Oh, who cares?

(Jack) Come on, Trudy. We're all in this together.

We can, at least, keep each other company.

(Waves lapping in distance)

Funny. There's no one here.

You two, take a look upstairs.

How the hell did they get off the island?

- Unless they were picked up by friends. - (Man 2) Could be, sir.

No one here.

There doesn't seem to be anyone upstairs, sir.

(Captain) I'll be damned...

Well, we might as well go, I suppose.

Hey...

Jack. Wake up.

Oh, I feel rotten.

- (Trudy) George... - Mm...

We've been drugged.

(Trudy) Somebody put something in that drink.

(Jack) They couldn't have. I made it myself.

(Trudy) But...then it must've been put in the glasses.

But who?

(Jack) Any one of us.

What for?

(Jack) It was probably meant to kill us.

But whoever it was didn't put in enough.

(George) All right. But who?

It had to be one of us.

We all fell asleep...

Except Nick.

Strange we three are still alive.

At least right now.

Shall we bet who dies first? Whoever it is wins.

The yacht should be here already. We won't have to wait much longer anyway.

(Captain) 'Funny. There's no one here. You two take a look upstairs.

'How the hell did they get off the island?

'Unless they were picked up by friends.

(Man 2) 'Could be, sir.

(Man 3) 'No one here.

'There doesn't seem to be anyone upstairs, sir.

(Captain) 'I'll be damned.

'Well, I guess we'll go, I suppose.'

What is that?

The tape recorder, naturally.

And they didn't see us?

Strange.

Well, it's not only strange, it's impossible.

We were here.

Evidently we weren't.

What? What did you say? You want us all to go crazy?

I think I'm beginning to get it.

Why didn't you kill us all while you had the chance?

You're the one, I see it now. And I was blind not to have seen it before,

but you're through now.

(George) Well...

A very interesting point of view.

I must confess, I had underestimated you, Trudy.

(Trudy) Oh? Do you think Jack was right?

That I'm the killer?

Sit down, Trudy.

It doesn't matter what I think.

I'm not a man of thought. I'm a man of action.

Take this, my dear.

It's my million dollars.

Money's a very nice thing to have.

Isn't it, Trudy?

It's marvellous.

It buys. Helps for the business.

Thank you, George.

- Just wait here. - Of course.

I trust you.

Come on, come on, damn it!

Damn it!

Trudy! Jack! Where are you?

Right here.

I saw what you found and you'll be sorry you did.

If you hadn't, I would've let you live.

Stay right where you are.

It was I who put the boat out of commission.

And the telephone. And you killed Nick. But when?

While you and Trudy were asleep.

But we all passed out.

The sleeping pills were only in your glasses.

- Why, damn it? - Why, it's simple.

Your yacht was due to come and I wanted your men to think you had gone.

And you believe you can get away with all that?

I take out the launch, load it up with all of your bodies...

I blow a hole, the boat sinks, I swim to shore.

Look, Jack. There's still no reason for you to kill me.

I wasn't going to.

I wanted to keep you alive so you could take the blame for everything.

- After all, you did kill the Professor. - I did? How did you figure that?

I killed all the others. Not him, though.

- I didn't either. - I don't care who did.

And Peggy?

She knew too much, and anybody who knows too much

is like a witness.

They're trouble. Understand, George?

(Gunshot)

Trudy?

(Jack) Is that you?

Come in, Jack. Don't be afraid. I...

I'm unarmed.

I heard you don't like people around who know too much.

And it's clear you killed the Professor.

Which was not part of our plans.

No, I didn't kill your husband.

(Jack) So, if it wasn't George, it must've been you.

(Trudy) Why would I do that?

I don't know.

There's quite a lot you don't know, isn't there?

But there's one thing I know and that's that you wouldn't shoot me.

Nobody else knows where the formula's hidden. Interesting, uh?

So, there's nothing much you can do about it except stick to the bargain.

You've already pocketed two cheques for a million each,

and now you'll give me the formula if I give you mine too.

That's right, Jack.

Come along.

- (Gunshot) - (Jack gasps)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Isabel shrieks)

No!

(Man) 'For all these reasons,

'this court finds you responsible for the death of your friend and colleague,

'Dr Kruger,

'whom you murdered, with the express intent and purpose

'of stealing the formula of an important discovery of his,

'for your own unlawful gain.

'You are condemned to be hanged by the neck until dead.'

Probably...

you feel a little surprise...

that I came.

Do you understand how much I love you?

I worshipped you from the moment I first looked into your sweet, gentle eyes.

I even loved you after I'd found out you'd killed that man because of his formula.

You believe me, don't you?

I'm not trying to judge you. Please understand that.

You're the only man I'll ever love.

If you love me, tell me why you happened on those Pentothal bullets.

And then, why did you keep on with the Pentothal, if that's what really did it?

That's what my father does with animals and it works.

I didn't know that it would have the effect of making you talk.

And that you would tell that officer everything you had done.

How could I have known about that?

When my father shoots animals with Sodium Pentothal,

they never talk, they just lie there and sleep.

I thought I could save you.

- They were going to kill you, you know. - Hm...

Erm...

- Thanks. - Oh, that's all right.

I...

You know what...

Yes...?

You could help me, if you would. I'm all out of money.

You've spent three million dollars?

No. Only two.

Oh...

(Whispers) Come closer.

I've cashed in Jack's cheque and George's cheque.

But not Nick's.

I would do it, only I need the account number.

They ask you for it.

(Farrell) It's a very simple number.

- Two-two-double-three. - (Gasps)

Thank you!

Don't worry, my love. I'll pray for you.

(♪ IL BALLETTO DI BRONZO: "Ti risveglerai accanto a me")

♪ Girl, stay with me

♪ You don't know what tomorrow will bring

♪ If you have a dream, leave it here

♪ For me, for me

♪ Girl, stay with me

♪ It's gonna be a long day

♪ And nothing's gonna be left here

♪ For us, for us

♪ You'll wake up once more

♪ You'll wake up once more, with me, with me... ♪

- Drive me to Lausanne. - Yes, miss.

♪ Girl, stay with me

♪ It's gonna be a long day... ♪

THE END

♪ For us, for us

♪ Girl, stay with me

♪ The world is running away, let it go

♪ And then at night you will stay

♪ With me, with me ♪