And Then There Were None Page #5

-- No breakfast yet?

- No.

If I had a butler

like Rogers.

I'd soon get rid of him.

-- Wait! We've forgotten something!

-- What?

The dining room!

Still locked. -- Where

is the key?

I found it in

Rogers's pocket.

-1, 2,3,4,5,6.

-- Another one missing?

But the door was

locked.

I get it!

No, I don't.

Did you ever hear a bee

sting deemed fatal?

No, why?

6 little indian boys playing with

a hive, ...

... a bumblebee stung one

and then there were 5.

Very stupid to kill

the only servant in the house.

Now we don't even know where

to find the marmalade.

Watch out

for a bee.

Be careful

with that young man.

I mean to, Miss Brent.

I am careful of everyone.

A clear conscience

is the best armour.

This island's an

image of life.

Innocence has to go

round about criminals.

It sounds like Mr. Owen talking.

I see nothing wrong with

this idea ...

...of punishing the

guilty.

What about his accusations

against you.?

I wonder if these

eggs are fresh.

What about Miss Brent, your young nephew? Aren't you

to blame for his death?

Family gossip,

Miss. Claythorne.

My sister's boy

had bad blood.

On his father's side,

of course.

Putting him to no good.

Naturally, I had to place him

in a reformatory.

I do hope that these eggs

are not quite cooked.

What happened to the boy?

Why, I never saw him yet.

He added to his many

sins by hanging himself.

I got it! I know who

broke the last Indian.

-- Who?

- Rogers.

He had the key to this room,

fact!

He sneaks in,

to break the little indian ...

locks the door ...

again, ...

goes back to the woodshed where ...

he chops some sticks, fact!

- And then ...

-- And then?

He takes his chopper and breaks

his own cranium, ...

... as the Doctor would

say, fact!

All that you invent,

Blore,

would take practice!

Anyone inside the house

could leave without being noticed.

-- Is it true, Miss. Brent?

- Perfectly true.

The murderer meets

Rogers outside and kills him.

He then takes the key from his victim's pocket,

and you know the rest.

Yes, but the key was still

in Rogers' pocket!

Of course.

The murderer puts the key

in Rogers' pocket and goes to bed again.

Oh, all goes for an innocent

walk before breakfast.

Sorry, Miss. Brent.

Does anyone want more tea?

Lombard!

-- Lombard!

- Yes, Blore?

-- What're you doing here?

- You called me, didn't you?

Yes, oh, yes, yes.

I am saying but don't you think

the old judge knows too much ...

describing

every move ...

You'd think he had been

at the scene of the crime.

My dear Blore:

In my opinion ...

... You haven't

a chance.

- Why is that?

- Lack of an imagination.

A criminal with a

brain like you and Owen ...

can take rings about you ...

anytime he wants to.

No man ever got the bear of

me ... yet.

How about

a woman?

Yes, yes, one should never

trust a woman.

She is clearly

manic-depressive.

I do not know if I

did see it before.

She was very strange

in the kitchen this morning.

We're all behaving strangely,

but I find ...

no evidence ...

she left no clue.

But she did.

What about this, he?

No sane person would

think of using ...

... as a pattern for

shore.

She guides us

out of the track.

It's her! I steak my life,

it is her.

Wait, Blore.

Let Miss.

Claythorne call her.

She will be less

suspicious.

Miss. Brent!

Miss. Brent!

Miss. Brent!

Miss. Brent!

It is no use,

Miss. Claythorne.

She'd not answer.

look at the bee!

look at the bee!

It's just an ordinary bee,

Miss. Claythorne.

Nothing, but a small

mark on the neck.

Here is your bee,

doctor.

Somebody must have taken it,

it is not here. You see for yourself.

-- What poison was there?

- I can only guess.

It was very powerful. She must

have died immediately.

But the bee,

that bee in her room ...!

So our murderer

has artistic touch.

He likes to stick to the nasty nursery

Jeckyll.

He's mad. We

are all mad.

I'm not, Mr. Lombard. I still have

my reasoning powers.

There are five of us left,

one of us is the murderer.

- The rest of us are defenceless.

-- Defenseless?

How do we know if anyone

hasn't got a revolver?

Good point, Blore!

How do we know?

What I know I haven't got one.

It is in England against the law.

-- How about you, Doctor? You may

Search me, John, search me!

-- Miss. Claythorne?

- I wish I had.

He is quite right, Miss Claythorne,

it is an unfortunate oversight.

But she'd never be careless

visiting a place ...

...when one doesn't

know.

Why didn't you tell us

you had a revolver?

Nobody asked me.

Let's search his pockets!

Aren't you wasting your time?

I know where it is.

Judge you said now that one of

us was the murderer.

If I were you, I wouldn't let

Blore to get that gun.

-- It's not here!

- Look again, Blore. It has got to be there.

-- Look in his pocket!

-- No!

It is not here.

-- What did you do with it?

-- What did you with it?

Good heavens, where is it?

No one can answer

that question, ...

He is obviously ...

not going to speak.

At a time like this!

A game of the mind against

another game of the mind.

The best thing for you do do it is

stay in your room. Put the door locked

And what about yourself?

I wouldn't say I am here alone

with any of the others.

Why not?

Don't you think it's strange that

it never occured

a third person when anything

unpleasent occured?

Mr. Owen, Owen manages to

be alone with his victims.

When a third person is

present, nothing happens.

Doesn't that make you nervous?

Are you with me alone?

But we are not alone.

I asked Mr. Blore ...

... to keep an eye on.

He is my third person.

Blore!

Look, another misfortune.

Something wrong

with the machinery.

The gas must be running down.

We can't keep every

lights burning tonight.

I will go to woodshed, and see what is going.

Leave it on, doctor,

leave it on!

So you know the person

who does the killings.

You went away from the window

and left me alone.

I've got to go to the woodshed.

You better get into ...

... your room

and lock your door.

I shall.

Where is Miss.

Claythorne?

I do not know.

-- Where is Blore?

- He was out in the woodshed.

Woodshed?

What's wrong, Doctor?

Oh, I see. you and I,

we're alone in the house.

-- Lombard!

-- Lombard! Come here!

-- Where is Vera?

-- Vera?

-- Miss. Claythorne!

-- Don't come close!

-- Where is she?

-- Keep back!

Blore, if you don't tell me,

I swear I'll kill you.

If you don't move out,

I'll kill you.

No, Doctor, please,

give me a chance.

If you are Mr. Owen,

for heaven's sake tell me.

I swear that I won't say a word to the others.

Don't torment me this way.

If you want to kill the

others, I won't interfere.

I won't say a word.

... I'll even help you

if you spare my life.

Look, I trust you.

Don't you trust me?

- Yes.

That is more reasonable.

Don't come here closer!

-- Isn't your arm getting tired?

-- Do not worry about me!

Listen! If Miss Claythorne is safe in his

room, as you say,...

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