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Ten Little Indians Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1965
- 91 min
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Miss Clyde, the judge was just
about to question you...
...when you left the room
to get your coat.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
You were terrified
by the Indian dummy.
- You screamed.
- Yes.
Well, so far, perfect.
But time elapses, and we find you
at the opposite end of the corridor.
What were you doing there?
She was scared and didn't know
where she was going.
Perhaps, but if Miss Clyde hadn't screamed,
we'd never have left the dining room.
- Come on. Wait a minute.
- Herr Lombard.
We know that the judge
was on a point of discovery.
How? How do we know
what was in the judge's mind?
I know. He took me
into his confidence.
Now, Miss Clyde, the truth.
Did you or did you not commit that crime
of which Mr. Owen accused you?
- I don't want to talk about it.
- But you must.
- We've all confessed. All except you.
- That's right.
Now, come along.
If I recall, it was your sister's fianc.
Did you kill him?
Will you take my word for it
if I tell you I didn't?
I'm afraid I will.
Then you have my word.
And don't ask me
any more questions!
- Can't you see she's telling the truth?
- That is precisely her mistake.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- The judge reasoned it like this.
Mr. Owen enticed us here
to be punished for past crimes.
Right.
- We three have admitted our guilt.
- Right.
So we cannot be interested
in the punishment of crime.
And I could?
I think you've lost your
sense of perspective, doctor.
Have I, Miss Clyde?
is to save our lives.
If you are Mr. Owen...
...then we shall feel safer
with you locked in your room.
If you're not, well, you'll feel safe.
Go along, Miss Clyde.
Go on.
The key, please?
Good night. Have a good sleep.
- Good night, gentlemen.
- Good night.
You know, this is really stupid.
- You're not gonna keep it.
- I'll take it.
- No, not you either.
- Oh, very well.
We'll put it on this table.
Now no one has it.
- Makes it too easy.
- You're not going to keep it either.
All right, let's really
make sure of this.
Give me a leg up, will you?
Both of you.
There.
If you insist on locking in Miss Clyde,
it will take two of us to reach that key.
An excellent suggestion.
Now we can all sleep in peace.
- Well, good night.
- Good night.
Doctor, there's one little flaw
in your theory about Miss Clyde.
I could destroy it in four words.
Suppose I said, I am Mr. Owen?
That would be interesting, but unlikely.
Maybe.
Maybe you're the one
who would know, doctor.
You may need this.
Ann?
This man you're accused of killing...
I told you the truth.
Well, then maybe he never existed.
Oh, yes, he did.
He was my sister's fianc.
Was he killed?
Yes.
We were both suspected,
and I covered up for her.
Would you call that a crime?
Where's your sister now?
She's in a mental home.
Honey, I'm sorry.
But don't you see?
Mr. Owen's not infallible.
You don't belong.
You haven't killed your way in.
And the others have?
And Hugh Lombard has?
Yes. But I'm not Hugh Lombard.
Then what is your name?
Charles Morley.
You're not a very good
detective, are you?
Old Blore spotted it right away.
The initials on my suitcase.
Then why did you
come here as Lombard?
Well, he was an old buddy of mine.
A short time ago,
he committed suicide.
I even knew the girl.
I guess it was conscience
over her that drove him to it.
Anyway, I was going
through his things...
...and I came across
this invitation from Owen.
It mentioned the girl,
and I wanted to come here...
...to find out if he had anything to do
with Hugh's death.
You believe that, don't you?
Listen.
- He's going away.
- Downstairs?
I'm gonna find out. Keep the gun.
I'm coming with you.
It's either Blore or the doctor,
the one who's not in his room.
Blore?
Blore?
- What's going on out there?
- Open up.
- Blore, put that thing down.
- Who let that girl out of her room?
Don't let it worry you. Come on.
Now we know it's the doctor.
He's downstairs.
Here. Wait a minute. How do I know
you two aren't in this together?
- Don't be a fool.
- I heard him too, Mr. Blore.
You did? Taking a bit of a risk,
aren't you, Lombard?
- Drop dead.
- That's not funny.
Look. He must have gone outside.
It might be a trick.
He's not out there.
Let's try the rooms downstairs first.
Keep together.
And then there were three
Maybe he wants us
to think he's dead.
Yes. The red herring
to put us off the track.
There he is. You can't fool us
this time, doctor.
There's nobody here.
Where have you been?
I'm still looking for the doctor.
I searched the kitchen, the cellar.
- Oh, yeah?
- Where are you going?
Outside. I think I know
where the doctor is.
You get Miss Clyde.
I'll meet you out there.
- What's the matter?
- I thought I heard something.
It's probably just Blore
stamping his feet with impatience.
Where is he? I haven't
seen him this morning.
Outside. Waiting for us.
Hugh?
I had the feeling all the time
that there's someone watching, waiting.
I know what you mean.
- Then you feel it too?
- Yes.
Get ahold of yourself, Ann.
There's no mystery about this anymore.
It's the doctor,
and he's very much alive.
He must have been looking at something,
and while he was...
But what was he looking at?
No.
What is it? What do you see?
It's impossible.
Let me see.
You're going to see. Come on.
- The doctor.
- He's been dead for hours.
How do you know?
Hasn't snowed since last night.
The only footprints are ours.
But if he was dead,
then who killed Blore?
Exactly.
Only two of us left alive now.
You...
And you.
So this is how it ends, Ann?
This is how it ends.
Now we come to the truth.
You were a fool
to trust me with a gun.
- Ann.
- Another step and I'll shoot.
Look, in the first place,
I don't want to get killed.
Second, I don't want to get
bumped off for someone else.
- I told you, I'm not Lombard.
- Expect me to believe that now?
There's something even more
difficult to believe:
That one of us is Mr. Owen.
I know I'm not.
It's got to be you.
There's no other explanation.
If you're so sure...
...then shoot me.
Don't come any closer!
I trust you.
Trust me, Ann.
Come in, Miss Clyde.
A game of the mind, my dear.
You're here for my last shot.
Don't be frightened.
This is a court of law.
You'll get justice here.
One little Indian boy left all alone
He went and hanged himself
And then there were none
It's for you.
What if I don't agree
to hang myself?
You will.
Do you know, Miss Clyde,
all my life I've wanted to commit murder?
I've had to get what pleasure I could
out of sentencing guilty people to death.
Always enjoyed that,
but it wasn't enough.
I wanted to do it myself
with my own hands.
Do you mind if I sit down?
Excuse me, pussycat, dear.
That's a good boy.
Come along, pussycat.
That's it.
I must admit I've been
looking forward to this moment...
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