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Ten Little Indians Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1965
- 91 min
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...to be able to tell
the last survivor all about it.
I had one great ambition:
To search for perfect human justice.
The results of which you've seen.
Now, to achieve that,
I had to find an unwitting accomplice...
...among the criminals
invited here for punishment.
I needed a man whose fear of death...
...would make him stupidly cooperative.
I convinced the doctor
that to unmask Mr. Owen...
...I must appear to be the next victim.
Do you remember the Indian doll?
Your scream was perfect.
In the confusion on the stairs,
I ran up to my room, fired one shot...
...threw the revolver outside,
where you found it.
I counted on the confusion
in the dark...
...and on the doctor,
who played his part to perfection.
After that, no one
could suspect me...
...least of all the dear doctor.
We made our rendezvous
out in the snow...
...and it was only at the last moment
that he realized what a fool he'd been.
You and Mr. Lombard made
the end more interesting.
I knew that you'd suspect one another.
The only question was who would win.
I banked on you, my dear,
the female of the species.
So you see, the whole thing
was as inevitable as the nursery rhyme.
there will be 10 dead bodies...
...and a mystery nobody can solve.
Ten?
Yes, my dear. I'm an old, sick man.
Received my death sentence a year ago.
Sooner than go painfully and slowly...
blemished world my own way.
But you can't force me
to hang myself.
The only living person found here
with nine dead bodies...
...will certainly be hanged.
As the last little Indian has to be.
Don't let them hang you, my child.
Do it yourself.
More dignified.
I thought...
Never trust a woman.
Well, thanks for the advice, judge.
But if we hadn't trusted each other...
- Why did you trust me?
- Why did you?
On account of the one thing
that Mr. Owen couldn't foresee.
What couldn't he foresee?
This.
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