And Then There Were None Page #7

is, nobody can believe you.

Too bad. I just wanted

to be helpfull.

Good night,

sleep well.

I hope I will.

I'm sure

I will.

How long have you been

out there?

Shsh, not so loud.

How long have you been

out there?

- Ever since you put out your light.

-- Why?

I wanted to be here

to welcome ...

... Mr. Owen.

Locking you in this room and

leaving the key outside ...

... is a little too obvious,

isn't it?

It is the doctor or Blore.

Unless I am mistaken,

one of them ...

...is going to come through that

door in any minute.

How do I know he is not

here already? You.

If you believed that, you

wouldn't have opened your window.

-- What about me?

- You are not smart enough.

Quick thinking girl would have confessed

to any old crime ...

... in order to clear herself

what's happened in this house.

Are you sure you didn't not

kill this fellow Bartley?

Maybe you forgot about it ...

Or maybe he never existed.

Yes-he did.

- Or maybe he was never killed.

Yes, he was.

But someone who was close to you.?

You were suspected?

What happened to that

someone who was close to you.?

She was my sister.

I took care of her until

the very last.

Oh, now I see that Mr.

Owen is not that infallible.

You don't belong

in this house.

You haven't killed your way

into it.

Are you not ashamed of

talking like this, Mr. Lombard?

Do not call me "Mister".

And don't call me Lombard.

I tell you something about this

Mr Lombard.

Something else that Mr.

Owen does not know ...

Listen!

Give me a chance to

grab him when he comes in.

Don't shoot

unless you have to.

- He is going away.

- Downstairs.

I am going to find out.

I forgot it's locked!

I will go round the other way!

- Take the gun.

-- No, you keep it!

If I can't get back!

He might kill you.

If he does he is going to make a serious mistake.

The other thing he does not know

is I'm not Mr. Lombard.

Now I'll find out.

It is either Blore or the doctor.

The one is locked

in his room.

Blore!

Blore! Get out. Open the door!

-- Who did take her out of her room?

-- Never mind about her! Come on, Blore!

He is not here.

Now we know who he is.

I've to go downstairs, Come on, Blore

quick! We'll catch him.

-- How do I know you heard the doctor?

- Do not be a fool, Blore.

- We have no time to waste.

- Life is short, isn't it?

I heard him too, Mr. Blore.

- You did, did you?

It is a nice present you got there.

Mr. Lombard is

getting generous.

You go first!

Come on, Vera!

It might be

a trick.

Right, Blore. Maybe he

is in the house.

1, 2.3. Three Indians only.

He wants to make us think

he's dead.

He intends to throw us off the track.

You won't fool us this time,

Dr. Armstrong!

Who is there?

Lombard!

Blore. What are you doing

down there alone?

I think I know where

the doctor is.

-- Where?

- I'm not sure yet. I'll wait for you.

All right. We shan't be long.

I get it!

Are not you being careless

unlocking your door ...

when you do not know ...

who is out here?

I thought it was you.

-- You heard him, too, heh?

- I heard him pass my door.

It was not me. I thought I heard you.

Are you sure you haven't

been outside of your room?

I was going to ask you

the same thing.

Maybe Mr. Blore

came back to his room.

No, no, no, I knocked on his door.

I heard a noise ...

while I was dressing...

-- Like a door slamming?

- Exactly.

You heard it, too, huh?

-- What's it?

- I do not know.

I have a feeling all the

time that there is someone ...

-...someone waiting and watching.

- Sure, I know what you mean.

- Oh, it's just nerves.

- Then you feel the same.

Keep a grip on yourself, darling.

There is nothing supernatural

about this business.

It is definitely human.

You mean it

is the doctor?

- The mad doctor.

-- Hiding here?

We'll soon find out.

He must have been looking

that way.

And I wonder, what was he looking,

Dr. Armstrong ...

That was Armstrong

we both heard.

What was

Blore looking at?

What do you see?

What is it?

-- Impossible!

-- Let me see!

We're going to see.

Come with me.

What is it? What's it?

Tell me.

Look!

Armstrong. He's

been dead for hours.

-- For hours?

- Since the last tide.

There are no foot traces around

the body.

But if he was ...

Who killed Blore?

Yes, there are only 2 people

alive on this island.

- You.

- And you.

So this is how it ends,

Vera.

This is how it ends, we come to

the truth now.

Yes, the truth.

The entire truth.

Don't come any closer!

Oh, I see. That's not

quite right, my dear.

It doesn't fit in your

nursery rhyme.

Do not try to talk

your way out.

You made one mistake

giving me this revolver.

Look, I do not mind being

killed. But I hate ...

like the devil you killed ...

someone else.

Didn't I tell you

I wasn't Lombard?

-- What is your name?

- Charles Morley.

You're not a very good

detective.

Mr. Blore spotted initials C. M.

my luggage at the moment I arrived here.

Why did you come here

under another name?

I knew Lombard very well.

He committed suicide.

I wanted to find out

if Mr. Owens' letter ...

... had anything to

do with it.

-- Do you expect me to believe it?

-- Why not?

There is something much more

difficult to believe.

One of us

is Mr. Owen.

I know I am not, and

I simply can't believe that you're.

Do not try to fool me.

I know I am not.

It has got to be you.

There is no other explanation.

If you're so sure,

go ahead and shoot me.

You see? You have a doubt.

Don't come any closer,

I'll shot!

No, you won't, you can't shoot.

You still trust me, I still trust you.

There's got to be an

explanation.

Yes, that is it! You've got to

shoot me!

-- Now shoot!

- But I don't want to hit you.

That is what I mean, shoot!

Don't be frightened when I fall.

A game of the mind,

Miss. Claythorne.

You came just in time

for my last shot ...

... and now

the game is over.

One little indian boy left all alone,

he went and hanged himself ...

... and then there

were none.

It is for you.,

Miss. Claythorne.

What if

I don't agree to hang myself?

Oh, that's been taken care of.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Every artist has a certain amount of vanity.

And we all like the

approbation of the public.

And you are my last public

I had 2 great ideas.

The first was a search for

perfect human justice.

And you've seen the result.

To perfect the scheme,

my second idea was ...

...to find an

unblinking accomplice ...

... among the criminals

invited here for punishment.

I needed a respectable

fool ...

... and naturally I selected ...

... a man whose

fear of death ...

... might make him

extremely cooperative.

I proposed a scheme to

confuse ...

... the imaginary Mr. Owen.

It was simply this: I

must appear ...

... to be the next victim.

Remember the seaweed? Armstrong

and I placed it in your room.

Your scream was perfect.

We pretended to rush out, but

according to our plan, ...

... we came back.

Now, I was assumed

to be dead.

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