Ten Little Indians Page #3

- The fellow's intoxicated. Disgusting.

He's dead drunk.

No, Miss Bergen. Not drunk.

Just dead.

- What did he say?

- He's snuffed it. Dead.

Doctor.

Judge.

Insomnia?

Curiosity.

Honesty is undoubtedly

the best policy, doctor.

- And you?

- A certain sense of claustrophobia.

A feeling that some sort

of macabre joke is being played on us.

Good Lord.

Ten little Indians went out to dine

One of them choked himself

And then there were nine

A macabre joke, you said?

Let me show you something else.

Don't touch that.

Mr. Blore.

We thought you'd gone to bed.

In my profession, gentlemen,

we don't always do what we appear to do.

- Apparently.

- Perhaps it's the same in yours.

Why don't you want me

to touch this glass?

I don't think it'd be advisable

to have your fingerprints on it.

But they're already there.

Oh, you've examined it?

Of course.

May I?

Just a minute.

Thank you.

Almonds, doctor.

A solution of cyanide.

How clever of you

not to alarm the others.

Suicide, doctor?

That, I believe, comes under

your profession, Mr. Blore.

Hi.

Don't do that again, please.

I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep either.

I thought I heard somebody moving about.

Must have been you.

- Glass of milk?

- Thank you.

By the way, what was said about me

on that tape, it wasn't true.

You do believe me, don't you?

Of course.

Well, happy days.

And what about you and that girl?

Jennifer Hayes?

That wasn't true, was it?

What do you think?

Oh, I saw the light.

I thought it's Elsa, my wife.

- What's the matter?

- She's missing.

I've searched all over the house.

She is gone.

- The car's nearly halfway down.

- Hugh, look!

It's been cut.

It'll break any minute!

- You can't get her back.

- I can't leave her there!

And then there were eight

And now we are eight.

I told her she had to stay...

...but she wouldn't listen.

She ran away.

We're all very sorry, Grohmann.

Yes, indeed. Damn sorry.

Now we're really cut off.

Perhaps it's what our host intended.

Well, what are we going to do about it?

We've got to do something.

I quite agree.

The only question is, what?

We're entirely without

means of communication.

But surely, when they see

the cable's broken, they'll send help.

But that may not be for a few days.

Nobody's due until Monday.

There's one thing

this fellow Owen forgot.

If we're cut off, so is he.

He's a nut,

and we've got to catch him.

You mean he's here,

hiding somewhere in the house?

There was nobody when we...

When we arrived.

How can you be sure?

He could have hidden himself

before you got here.

Yes, we must search the house,

organize it properly.

But before we do that...

...there's one thing

I'd like to say to you all.

Last night we heard

a series of accusations.

Lies. False accusations.

Absolute lies.

Were they, doctor?

I wonder.

One man said not...

...and he's dead.

For my own part...

...I must confess

to a certain degree of guilt.

I was young.

Still only a captain, in fact.

It was an error of judgment.

Five men were killed.

- General.

- No, sir, I wish to speak.

They were killed...

...my nerve broke, and I fled.

Because nobody knew the truth...

...I was decorated and promoted.

How does this help?

It helps me to be able

to talk about it at last.

It may help you to do the same.

Mr. Owen seems to know

a great deal about each of us.

If we all say

just what is in our minds...

...it might help us to find a common link

which would identify him.

Is there anyone else

who wishes to speak?

Very well.

Then we form

two search parties.

I'll take charge of one.

Lombard, you take the other.

We'll start at the top

of the house and work down.

Right.

Blimey, you could hide

a regiment down here.

Creepy, isn't it?

Come on.

Oh, here they are.

Here are the others.

- Any success, Mr. Lombard?

- No, nothing.

We've cleared the top of the house.

There's no one there.

- Where's the general?

- Search us.

- We thought he was with you.

- No, we must have got separated.

- General?

- General Mandrake?

Here I am.

We thought we'd lost you.

Just doing a little reconnaissance.

It's a regular maze down here.

There's so much area to cover

that I think we should vary our tactic...

...and split into pairs for this.

My dear, will you come with me?

Ann?

- Shall we go together, judge?

- By all means.

That leaves me and you.

Right, we all take different directions.

Judge. Blore. Lombard.

Stand by, everyone.

Rendezvous back here in 10 minutes.

Move off.

The general's having the time of his life.

Why did you pick me, Sir John?

What's the use of carrying

a secret inside you, Miss Bergen...

...when it turns into a cancer?

You have no right to talk like that.

Alone among all of us, I have the right.

You see, we both know what happened

to your husband in Berlin.

Wait here.

Miss Bergen?

Miss Bergen?

Who's that?

- What's that?

- Sounds like a cat.

- Hugh, are you there?

- I'm right behind you.

- Doctor? Doctor, where is everybody?

- Over here. They're over here.

- Very well.

- Yes, yes.

Miss Bergen? General Mandrake?

- Where could they be?

- General?

- Why didn't you wait?

- Let's not get separated like this again.

- Is everybody here?

- Where is the general?

- Don't say we've lost him again.

- He was with you, miss.

I got confused in the dark.

Look. His torch.

Judge.

Is he dead?

Yes, he's dead.

Well, I'd better make certain.

Somebody already

has made certain, doctor.

Three dead.

No longer a macabre joke.

Apparently Mr. Owen believes

we're guilty of certain crimes.

Which the law cannot touch.

The whole thing's barmy.

Nevertheless, that's why

he's trapped us here...

...to execute justice?

I'll tell you one thing,

there's no one in this house.

We've searched the place

from top to bottom.

No one?

In the sense you mean, no.

But I'm now quite certain

that Mr. Owen is here.

How can he be?

An invisible man, judge?

Not invisible, Mr. Lombard.

But isn't it obvious

Mr. Owen is one of us?

Hey, watch it.

- You could cause a nasty accident.

- Blore, have you been in my room?

- What the hell would I be in your room for?

- Somebody went through my things.

And what did they find, Mr. Lombard?

My butterfly net.

- Who is it?

- Hugh.

Just a moment.

Come in. I'm nearly ready.

Take your time.

It's gonna be a long evening.

Yes.

- What's that perfume you're wearing?

- Mitsuko.

- Do you like it?

- Very much.

Could you help me?

Sure.

Hugh?

Do you really think Mr. Owen

could be one of us?

Yes.

Then it must be one of five people.

Seven.

Seven?

It doesn't have to be a man.

Do you really believe it could be me?

Am I disturbing your game?

I can't think of anyone

I'd rather be disturbed by, my dear.

Snooker. It all seems so normal.

Not exactly, my dear Miss Bergen.

We've come to the conclusion,

the doctor and myself...

...that this whole story

is a game of the mind.

We've formed a theory,

which I'd like to demonstrate, if I may...

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