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Mrs Owen is expecting a lot of guests. She chose you. | 0:00:02 | 0:00:04 | |
Welcome to Soldier Island. | 0:00:04 | 0:00:06 | |
Mr Lombard. | 0:00:06 | 0:00:08 | |
You seem to be under the impression that I am a particular kind of woman. | 0:00:08 | 0:00:11 | |
I assure you that I'm not. | 0:00:11 | 0:00:13 | |
They're the ten little soldiers. You know, from the poem. | 0:00:13 | 0:00:16 | |
-'Ladies and gentlemen!' -Who is that? | 0:00:16 | 0:00:19 | |
'You are charged with the following indictments! | 0:00:19 | 0:00:21 | |
'Philip Lombard, that you did murder 21 men.' | 0:00:21 | 0:00:25 | |
What the hell are they playing at? | 0:00:25 | 0:00:27 | |
Malicious nonsense. | 0:00:27 | 0:00:29 | |
Cyril, I really tried to save him. | 0:00:29 | 0:00:31 | |
I almost drowned. | 0:00:31 | 0:00:33 | |
21 men? | 0:00:33 | 0:00:34 | |
I am the only one telling the truth in a room full of liars. | 0:00:34 | 0:00:37 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR Who is it? | 0:00:37 | 0:00:39 | |
We are cut off. | 0:00:40 | 0:00:42 | |
Rats in a barrel. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:44 | |
Almonds. | 0:00:44 | 0:00:46 | |
Almonds be buggered. | 0:00:46 | 0:00:48 | |
Cyanide. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:49 | |
None of you moved them? | 0:02:00 | 0:02:02 | |
-No. -No. | 0:02:03 | 0:02:04 | |
Was it you, Doctor? | 0:02:05 | 0:02:06 | |
No. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:09 | |
How did Mrs Rogers die? | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
I have no idea. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:17 | |
Did you give her something? | 0:02:17 | 0:02:19 | |
Yes, a mild sedative. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:20 | |
Did you give her too much? | 0:02:20 | 0:02:22 | |
Miss Claythorne, I warned you against becoming hysterical. | 0:02:22 | 0:02:26 | |
It's the poem. | 0:02:26 | 0:02:27 | |
It's the poem, don't you see? | 0:02:27 | 0:02:29 | |
Ten little soldier boys. One choked himself, | 0:02:29 | 0:02:32 | |
one overslept himself and then there were eight! | 0:02:32 | 0:02:35 | |
There were ten of these and ten of us and now there's eight. | 0:02:35 | 0:02:38 | |
Oh, General. General, did you move the figures? | 0:02:40 | 0:02:43 | |
What? | 0:02:43 | 0:02:44 | |
The figures. Did you move the figures? | 0:02:44 | 0:02:45 | |
No, course not. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:47 | |
Perhaps it was you, Miss Claythorne. | 0:02:47 | 0:02:49 | |
You discovered it. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:50 | |
Course it wasn't me. Why would I do that? | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
To be the centre of attention? Do you crave attention, Miss Claythorne? | 0:02:52 | 0:02:55 | |
-Any kind of attention? -What are you talking about? | 0:02:55 | 0:02:57 | |
Shall we just have breakfast? | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
It was dreadful news about Mrs Rogers. | 0:03:04 | 0:03:08 | |
She was a wonderful cook. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:10 | |
Such a shame. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:11 | |
Er, this egg is four minutes precisely, is it? | 0:03:12 | 0:03:16 | |
Yes, madam. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
Rogers, did you take away two of these figures? | 0:03:20 | 0:03:24 | |
No, miss. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:25 | |
Condolences, Mr Rogers. When are you expecting Narracott? | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
Mid to late morning, sir. His timekeeping is somewhat erratic. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:33 | |
Will that be all? | 0:03:34 | 0:03:36 | |
Yes. Thank you, Rogers. Thank you very much. | 0:03:36 | 0:03:38 | |
Tony Marston was young and strong. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:43 | |
He didn't die from some stimulant. | 0:03:43 | 0:03:46 | |
Perhaps he was poisoned. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:48 | |
And Mrs Rogers, perhaps she was given too much. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
What drugs do you have in your medical bag, Doctor? | 0:03:51 | 0:03:54 | |
Why did you even bring it? | 0:03:54 | 0:03:56 | |
You are a guest, it's not work. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:58 | |
Actually, it is work. | 0:03:58 | 0:03:59 | |
I was trying to maintain some sort of professional discretion. | 0:04:00 | 0:04:04 | |
However, | 0:04:04 | 0:04:05 | |
Mrs Owen suffers from female neuroses. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:08 | |
My speciality is women's disorders. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
Mr Owen engaged me in a professional capacity | 0:04:12 | 0:04:15 | |
to tend to his wife. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:17 | |
Gave up on the surgery, then, Doctor? | 0:04:17 | 0:04:18 | |
People do not just die out of nowhere for no reason! | 0:04:18 | 0:04:21 | |
They die because something was done to them by someone! | 0:04:21 | 0:04:25 | |
-I'm going to check your bag. -Don't you dare touch my possessions! | 0:04:25 | 0:04:28 | |
-What have you got to hide? -How about I do it? | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
I'm not being searched like some grubby criminal! | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
Then what if the General goes with him? | 0:04:33 | 0:04:36 | |
He's an honourable man! | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
Fine! But while you're at it, you might want to search | 0:04:38 | 0:04:41 | |
Judge Wargrave's case as well. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:44 | |
I know where I've seen you before. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:45 | |
Chap who has the clinic beneath mine in Harley Street, | 0:04:46 | 0:04:49 | |
he's a cancer specialist. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:50 | |
That's where I saw you. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:51 | |
If anyone has strong painkillers and sedatives in his case, | 0:04:51 | 0:04:54 | |
it's Judge Wargrave. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:56 | |
Is that true, Judge? | 0:04:58 | 0:04:59 | |
I have had health problems, yes. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
Then that's very cruel, Doctor. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:05 | |
Don't blame me. You pushed it. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:07 | |
General, shall we? | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
Just mild sedatives. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:20 | |
As I said. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:23 | |
Bog-standard. Nothing special. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:26 | |
My surgery was a success. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:28 | |
This - the house, the island - | 0:05:29 | 0:05:33 | |
is meant to be my recuperation. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
Sea air, | 0:05:35 | 0:05:37 | |
peace, | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
and rest. | 0:05:39 | 0:05:41 | |
Very sorry. I'm very sorry. | 0:05:41 | 0:05:44 | |
Well, there's an end to it. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:47 | |
Like hell it is. | 0:05:47 | 0:05:49 | |
Why shouldn't she be searched? | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
Equal rights for women. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:56 | |
Let's see what you've got. | 0:05:56 | 0:05:57 | |
Doctor Armstrong, control yourself, please. | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
Who the hell do you think you are? | 0:06:07 | 0:06:09 | |
I'm a doctor. You're a secretary. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
Somebody moved them. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:20 | |
They did. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:23 | |
Someone did that. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:24 | |
Did you really kill all those men? | 0:06:51 | 0:06:53 | |
Yes, Miss Claythorne. I did kill all those men. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:59 | |
And more. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:02 | |
Why? | 0:07:02 | 0:07:04 | |
It seemed like a good idea at the time. | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
They had something I wanted. In this case, it was diamonds. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:12 | |
Worth more than a few lives. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:16 | |
What about you? | 0:07:16 | 0:07:17 | |
What did you want? | 0:07:22 | 0:07:23 | |
I nearly drowned. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:27 | |
I failed to save a little boy in my care. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
And there isn't one minute of every day that I'm not sorry for that. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:34 | |
Why aren't you? | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
I know what I am. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:39 | |
I always knew it would catch up with me. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
And here it is. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:47 | |
"I love you, I love you, I love you. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:51 | |
"I think about you and you kissing me, and your hands on me and in me, | 0:08:51 | 0:08:55 | |
"and your mouth on my body and I cannot bear | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
"that you are not with me now. | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
"I wish, I long, I crave for you, my darling, | 0:08:59 | 0:09:04 | |
"and I feel so cruel to poor, dear John. | 0:09:04 | 0:09:08 | |
"The sun rises and sets in your eyes, Henry. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
"I love you. I love you. | 0:09:11 | 0:09:13 | |
"I am yours." | 0:09:15 | 0:09:16 | |
The men are all ready for the whistle, sir. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:20 | |
Morale, fairly good. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:21 | |
Here. Er, let me. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:33 | |
Henry. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:41 | |
You've been a great friend | 0:09:45 | 0:09:48 | |
to my wife and I. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:51 | |
Perhaps you could call me John? | 0:09:57 | 0:09:59 | |
Thank you, John. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:06 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
Myself and Mrs Rogers were here for a week without seeing another soul | 0:10:22 | 0:10:26 | |
apart from Narracott with the delivery, sir. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
Lombard. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:36 | |
Where are you going? | 0:10:36 | 0:10:38 | |
We're sat around waiting for Ulick Norman Owen. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:41 | |
What if he's been here all along? | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
Plenty of places he could be hiding. | 0:10:45 | 0:10:47 | |
Wait for me. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:50 | |
Please, please, please, just fucking stop. Stop. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:27 | |
Stop, stop, | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
stop, stop... | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
This is barmy! | 0:11:45 | 0:11:48 | |
No-one could hide down there. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
Ever get the feeling you're being hunted, Tubs? | 0:12:01 | 0:12:04 | |
Stop calling me that. I ain't even fat. | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
And, no, I don't. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:09 | |
Really? | 0:12:09 | 0:12:11 | |
Cos Mr Owen, whoever he may be, | 0:12:12 | 0:12:16 | |
knows a lot about us. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:17 | |
Well, not about me. | 0:12:17 | 0:12:19 | |
Edward Landor was a degenerate. He was a pansy. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:22 | |
He fell down the steps into his cell. | 0:12:22 | 0:12:25 | |
You never touched him? | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
I wouldn't want to be near one of them dirty bastards. | 0:12:38 | 0:12:41 | |
Come on, Tubs, keep up. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
General? | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
Is your suitcase ready? | 0:13:00 | 0:13:02 | |
She died. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:06 | |
Of Spanish influenza, after the war. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:11 | |
Who? | 0:13:11 | 0:13:14 | |
My wife Lesley. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
After all that, | 0:13:17 | 0:13:19 | |
she died of the Spanish flu. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:21 | |
So many did. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
I should've just stepped aside like a gentleman and... | 0:13:29 | 0:13:33 | |
just let them be happy. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:35 | |
Do come back to the house, General. | 0:13:38 | 0:13:41 | |
You haven't brought your case down yet | 0:13:41 | 0:13:43 | |
and we want to get away as soon as Mr Narracott arrives. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:46 | |
He's not coming, Narracott, you know. | 0:13:48 | 0:13:52 | |
No-one's coming for us. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
We won't be leaving the island. This is the end. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:57 | |
It's a relief to come to the end, to know that it's over. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:04 | |
You won't understand that yet but you will... | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
in time. | 0:14:07 | 0:14:09 | |
I think you're quite mistaken. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
The boat will come and we'll all be waiting for you. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:17 | |
GUNFIRE ECHOES | 0:14:28 | 0:14:30 | |
EXPLOSIONS ECHO | 0:14:43 | 0:14:48 | |
GUNFIRE ECHOES | 0:14:50 | 0:14:56 | |
Ah, Miss Claythorne. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:14 | |
Good. | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
Bring a couple of chairs, would you? | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
What's going on? | 0:15:27 | 0:15:29 | |
It's a bit early to be on the sauce. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
It's been something of a morning. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:34 | |
Hey. Hey, sh! | 0:15:34 | 0:15:36 | |
Bastard's down there. I heard him. | 0:15:39 | 0:15:43 | |
What bastard? | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
Owen. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:46 | |
I can hear him moving about. | 0:15:46 | 0:15:49 | |
Marston's room. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:51 | |
What are you doing? | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
Camp bed. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:25 | |
We had to find somewhere to store it and... | 0:16:25 | 0:16:28 | |
-young men don't look under beds. -But what do you need a camp bed for? | 0:16:28 | 0:16:31 | |
What were you planning? | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
Well, I can't sleep in my room, can I? | 0:16:33 | 0:16:35 | |
Me wife. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
Yeah, obviously. Of course. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:40 | |
-I've got to find somewhere else to set up. -What for? We're all leaving. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:43 | |
Well, you might be. This is my job. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:46 | |
I can't go anywhere until my employer dismisses me. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:49 | |
Your employer? Your employer is insane. | 0:16:49 | 0:16:51 | |
Be that as it may, I've got nothing else to go to. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:54 | |
All right, then. Carry on, Rogers. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:59 | |
Did you know he had a gun? | 0:17:05 | 0:17:07 | |
No. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:08 | |
Do stop. Mr Narracott seems a sensible man. He'll be here. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:28 | |
I must say, I understand now | 0:17:31 | 0:17:34 | |
why you teach in such a substandard establishment. | 0:17:34 | 0:17:38 | |
I'm just observing that most schools would not want to be | 0:17:40 | 0:17:43 | |
associated with an inquest. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
I'm not accusing you. There's been quite enough of that already. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:48 | |
Yes, there has. More than enough. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:51 | |
Apart from the egregious Mr Lombard, | 0:17:51 | 0:17:53 | |
Rogers, who I find most dubious, and the depraved Mr Marston, | 0:17:53 | 0:17:59 | |
it's all nonsense. | 0:17:59 | 0:18:01 | |
Everyone was simply doing their duty. | 0:18:01 | 0:18:03 | |
As was I. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
As were you? | 0:18:07 | 0:18:09 | |
You didn't say anything last night? | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
It wasn't for gentlemen's ears. | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
But Beatrice Taylor was my maid of all work. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
Foundling girl. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
An unwanted, | 0:18:20 | 0:18:22 | |
from the war, you know? | 0:18:22 | 0:18:25 | |
I believed her to be a clean, decent, modest girl. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:32 | |
I taught her needlework skills. | 0:18:32 | 0:18:34 | |
We had quite the little home. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:36 | |
But then she got herself into trouble. | 0:19:00 | 0:19:03 | |
The family way. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:05 | |
As her own loose mother had with her. | 0:19:06 | 0:19:10 | |
She begged me for help. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:14 | |
Naturally, and quite properly, I refused. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
Miss Brent, please! | 0:19:22 | 0:19:25 | |
I beg you! | 0:19:29 | 0:19:31 | |
What happened to her? | 0:19:34 | 0:19:35 | |
She threw herself under a train. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:37 | |
She killed herself? | 0:19:37 | 0:19:39 | |
Even made the local paper. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
And they turned it into some pot-boiling sentimental tale. | 0:19:41 | 0:19:45 | |
She asked you for help. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:47 | |
If you had helped her... | 0:19:47 | 0:19:49 | |
It was the weakness in her character which drove her actions. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
Why should I be reproached? | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
Ask Rogers for some tea. | 0:19:58 | 0:20:00 | |
Lemon, not milk. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
It's a wild goose chase, if you ask me. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
-Grown man hiding and sneaking about. -It's ridiculous. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:18 | |
Marston was given cyanide, though. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:21 | |
-Wasn't he, Tubs? -Cyanide? | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
I'm pretty sure of it. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
I don't know... You were convinced of it this morning. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:31 | |
Claythorne, for the cyanide. I'd put money on it. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:37 | |
She don't seem the type. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:38 | |
No, she's exactly the type. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:40 | |
What about the old boy, the general? | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
Dangerous men come back, you know, from over there, | 0:20:42 | 0:20:45 | |
their noggins all scrambled. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:47 | |
Oh, well, let's search everybody, then. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:49 | |
God-bothering Miss Brent... Let's search Wargrave. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:52 | |
What, the judge? | 0:20:52 | 0:20:53 | |
Well-known as a hanging judge. He's infamous for the black square. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
The story goes that he'd watch every execution he'd ordered. | 0:20:56 | 0:21:00 | |
Tubs, you've been looking sideways at Armstrong all morning | 0:21:00 | 0:21:04 | |
and now everyone's fair game. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:07 | |
You suggested the judge. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:08 | |
I was taking the piss. Mr Owen is on the island. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:12 | |
And I'm going to find him. | 0:21:12 | 0:21:14 | |
You don't want to pay attention to what he said. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:18 | |
He's just stirring the shit pot. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:20 | |
Well, I can stir it right back. | 0:21:22 | 0:21:24 | |
RUMBLE OF THUNDER | 0:21:37 | 0:21:40 | |
SEAGULLS SCREAMING | 0:21:53 | 0:21:55 | |
SCREAMS ECHO | 0:21:55 | 0:21:56 | |
Don't look. | 0:22:56 | 0:22:57 | |
Someone did this? | 0:23:00 | 0:23:02 | |
Well, it weren't no bleedin' accident. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:04 | |
It's murder. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:07 | |
He said no-one was coming for us. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:13 | |
He said this was the end. | 0:23:14 | 0:23:16 | |
Miss Claythorne. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:39 | |
Eight little soldier boys travelling in Devon. | 0:23:39 | 0:23:42 | |
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
Count them, Judge. | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
Count them. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:52 | |
Sarah! | 0:24:10 | 0:24:12 | |
Run! | 0:24:16 | 0:24:17 | |
Find help! | 0:24:17 | 0:24:19 | |
A boat! Run! | 0:24:19 | 0:24:21 | |
Sarah! | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
Sarah! | 0:24:29 | 0:24:31 | |
Miss Claythorne! | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
I just want to go! | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
You'll drown! | 0:24:47 | 0:24:48 | |
Please. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
Please. | 0:24:56 | 0:24:58 | |
Come inside. | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
Come, come. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:02 | |
I've got you. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:05 | |
Don't worry, it's all right. | 0:25:05 | 0:25:06 | |
I told you Owen was on the island. | 0:25:17 | 0:25:19 | |
What made you so sure? | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
-Instinct. -We've got to be rational. Stick with procedure. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:26 | |
Who is this Owen? | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
And Mrs Owen? | 0:25:29 | 0:25:30 | |
I don't think there even is a Mrs Owen. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:32 | |
We must all have something in common, | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
someone who knows us all. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:36 | |
Well, how can that be possible? | 0:25:36 | 0:25:38 | |
I can imagine crossing paths with a doctor... | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
a judge, but someone like Mr Lombard? | 0:25:41 | 0:25:44 | |
Well, we've crossed paths now. Haven't we? | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
Mr Lombard, Blore tells me that you have a revolver. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:52 | |
Oh, Tubs. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:55 | |
Why have you got a gun? | 0:25:55 | 0:25:56 | |
He's got a gun? | 0:25:56 | 0:25:57 | |
I carry it everywhere. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
And it was implied that I might need it. | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
Implied by whom? | 0:26:02 | 0:26:04 | |
My client needs a good man who can handle situations. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:10 | |
Who's your client? | 0:26:12 | 0:26:14 | |
Mr Owen. Ulick Norman Owen. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:17 | |
Never heard of him. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:18 | |
But he has heard of you. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
Audrey, the box. | 0:26:20 | 0:26:22 | |
It's dangerous, then. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:46 | |
My client believes that it could become volatile. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
I see. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:51 | |
And how would Mr Owen wish me to proceed? | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
He leaves that to your discretion. | 0:26:56 | 0:26:59 | |
But forewarned is... | 0:26:59 | 0:27:01 | |
..is fore-armed. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:02 | |
I understand. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:09 | |
That's who got in touch with me about the job with Mrs Owen - | 0:27:17 | 0:27:20 | |
Isaac Morris in Soho. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:21 | |
Soho? Hmm. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:24 | |
I was invited here by the Owens, whom I've never heard of, | 0:27:26 | 0:27:31 | |
to join a mutual friend - | 0:27:31 | 0:27:32 | |
Mrs Culmington. | 0:27:32 | 0:27:34 | |
The perfect place to recover, it said. | 0:27:34 | 0:27:36 | |
The envelope was postmarked London, Soho. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:39 | |
A sink of depravity. A godless desert of vice. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:47 | |
What brings you here, Miss Brent? | 0:27:48 | 0:27:50 | |
Mrs Owen wrote to me. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:52 | |
She was interested in my work. | 0:27:52 | 0:27:54 | |
The moral education of girls of the lower orders. | 0:27:55 | 0:27:58 | |
They have to be taught modesty and decency | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
or society will be drowned in a rising tide of unwanted babies. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:05 | |
All squalling to be fed. | 0:28:05 | 0:28:06 | |
She wanted to contribute to my cause. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
Blore? | 0:28:10 | 0:28:12 | |
I got a letter. From Ulick Norman Owen. | 0:28:13 | 0:28:16 | |
He was impressed by my standing in the force. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:21 | |
He said if I could see my way clear to spending some time, | 0:28:21 | 0:28:24 | |
keeping an eye out, that he'd recompense me generously. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:27 | |
Keeping an eye out for what? | 0:28:27 | 0:28:30 | |
He said that someone was here under false pretences. | 0:28:30 | 0:28:32 | |
He also supplied a list of guests. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:34 | |
All of you. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:37 | |
Everyone here. | 0:28:37 | 0:28:39 | |
What he didn't say was that Lombard would have a gun! | 0:28:39 | 0:28:42 | |
Is it Mr Owen's voice on the record? Does anybody recognise it? | 0:28:44 | 0:28:47 | |
Are we forgetting about the gun here? | 0:28:47 | 0:28:49 | |
There's a Fenian sat over there with a bloody gun! | 0:28:49 | 0:28:51 | |
-Don't blaspheme! -Hand it over. | 0:28:51 | 0:28:53 | |
-Come on, surrender your weapon, Mr Lombard! -Not a chance. | 0:28:53 | 0:28:56 | |
I could make you! | 0:28:56 | 0:28:58 | |
You can try. | 0:28:58 | 0:28:59 | |
Is Isaac Morris Mr Owen? | 0:28:59 | 0:29:02 | |
No! | 0:29:02 | 0:29:04 | |
I'd have found that sweaty bucket of lard by now. | 0:29:04 | 0:29:06 | |
Jews. Wherever there's a problem, there's Jews at the bottom of it. | 0:29:06 | 0:29:11 | |
Something struck me. | 0:29:13 | 0:29:16 | |
I can't think why I didn't see it before. | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
Ulick Norman Owen. | 0:29:19 | 0:29:22 | |
Una Nancy Owen. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:25 | |
Or.. | 0:29:25 | 0:29:26 | |
..UN Owen... | 0:29:31 | 0:29:32 | |
..is UNKNOWN. | 0:29:35 | 0:29:36 | |
It's a riddle, perhaps. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:42 | |
What does it mean? | 0:29:43 | 0:29:45 | |
It means that Mr Lombard is right to insist | 0:29:45 | 0:29:47 | |
that the killer is on the island. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:49 | |
And he's getting very wet out there. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:53 | |
The killer's not out there. | 0:29:53 | 0:29:55 | |
The killer is in here. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:56 | |
It is one of us. | 0:29:57 | 0:29:59 | |
We've never met each other before now, why... | 0:30:06 | 0:30:09 | |
How could I possibly be capable? | 0:30:09 | 0:30:11 | |
Oh, anyone is capable, Miss Brent. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:13 | |
40 years on the criminal bench has taught me that. | 0:30:15 | 0:30:17 | |
-Rogers. -Oh, here we go again. Lining up the next suspect. | 0:30:17 | 0:30:21 | |
You mark my words, Rogers. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
He's an oily bugger. | 0:30:24 | 0:30:25 | |
Slinking around. | 0:30:25 | 0:30:26 | |
Going back and forth during dinner, | 0:30:26 | 0:30:29 | |
he would have had time to put something into Mr Marston's drink. | 0:30:29 | 0:30:31 | |
I heard him tell Mrs Rogers to shut up. | 0:30:31 | 0:30:33 | |
Well, she's shut up now, isn't she? | 0:30:33 | 0:30:36 | |
He's the one moving the figures. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:38 | |
But the General, the rest of us, that record, this house, why? | 0:30:38 | 0:30:42 | |
Rogers has got low cunning running though him | 0:30:42 | 0:30:46 | |
like Brighton through a stick of rock. We need to watch him. | 0:30:46 | 0:30:49 | |
Any faith I ever had in the Thin Blue Line evaporated | 0:30:49 | 0:30:53 | |
the second I met you, Tubs. | 0:30:53 | 0:30:55 | |
-You call me that one more time mate, one more time... -And you'll what? | 0:30:55 | 0:30:58 | |
We... | 0:31:02 | 0:31:03 | |
are all being hunted. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:06 | |
There's someone else on this island | 0:31:07 | 0:31:09 | |
and when I find him, | 0:31:09 | 0:31:11 | |
I'm going to make him number 22, | 0:31:11 | 0:31:12 | |
with a bullet right there. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:14 | |
Oh, God. | 0:31:14 | 0:31:15 | |
How can you say that...SO easily? | 0:31:15 | 0:31:18 | |
I just open my mouth and it comes out. | 0:31:18 | 0:31:21 | |
DOOR CREAKS OPEN | 0:31:23 | 0:31:24 | |
I'll see what can be done about supper. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:29 | |
There's some livers and kidneys. | 0:31:29 | 0:31:31 | |
Perhaps a pie with some good gravy. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:34 | |
That would be delicious, Rogers. | 0:31:35 | 0:31:38 | |
Thank you. | 0:31:38 | 0:31:40 | |
Thank you, Rogers. | 0:31:40 | 0:31:41 | |
Well, I ain't eating a mouthful of his pie. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:48 | |
THUNDER CRACKLES | 0:32:16 | 0:32:18 | |
WIND HOWLS | 0:32:18 | 0:32:20 | |
Oh. Well, goodnight. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:31 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:32:31 | 0:32:33 | |
Trust in God. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:37 | |
But perhaps also... | 0:32:38 | 0:32:39 | |
..we should lock our doors. | 0:32:40 | 0:32:42 | |
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. | 0:33:09 | 0:33:12 | |
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, | 0:33:12 | 0:33:14 | |
he leadeth me besides the still waters... | 0:33:14 | 0:33:16 | |
RAIN POURS, THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:33:16 | 0:33:19 | |
THUD AND TINKLING | 0:33:39 | 0:33:41 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:33:54 | 0:33:56 | |
LIGHTS HISS | 0:33:56 | 0:33:57 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:33:59 | 0:34:01 | |
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. | 0:34:04 | 0:34:08 | |
-Yay, though I walk through... -..the valley of the shadow of death... | 0:34:08 | 0:34:11 | |
..I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:17 | |
I will fear no evil. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:31 | |
I will fear no evil for thou art... | 0:34:31 | 0:34:33 | |
I will fear no evil, thou art with me... | 0:34:33 | 0:34:36 | |
Get up! | 0:34:59 | 0:35:01 | |
Get up! | 0:35:01 | 0:35:02 | |
Get up! | 0:35:04 | 0:35:05 | |
GONG CRASHES LOUDLY | 0:35:05 | 0:35:06 | |
Get up! | 0:35:08 | 0:35:09 | |
I was looking for him. | 0:35:13 | 0:35:15 | |
SHE RETCHES | 0:35:15 | 0:35:16 | |
I wanted a coffee. I looked... | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
and I found this. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:20 | |
It wasn't me. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:24 | |
I just wanted a damn coffee, it wasn't me... | 0:35:25 | 0:35:27 | |
He's been here all night. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:29 | |
Seven little soldiers chopping up sticks, | 0:35:29 | 0:35:32 | |
one chopped himself in half and then there were six. | 0:35:32 | 0:35:35 | |
So she's right. | 0:35:37 | 0:35:38 | |
It is the poem, | 0:35:39 | 0:35:41 | |
but he's fucked, Mr Unknown Owen, | 0:35:41 | 0:35:43 | |
because six little solder boys played with a hive. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:47 | |
A bumble bee stung one and then there were five and there is no hive here and there are no bees, | 0:35:47 | 0:35:51 | |
so what are you going to do now, Mr Unknown Owen? You're fucked! | 0:35:51 | 0:35:54 | |
You're fu... | 0:35:54 | 0:35:55 | |
I will get dressed, | 0:36:00 | 0:36:01 | |
we will all get dressed... | 0:36:01 | 0:36:03 | |
..and I will make coffee. | 0:36:04 | 0:36:06 | |
-Miss Brent, shall we? -Yes. | 0:36:07 | 0:36:09 | |
Shit. Shit the bed. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:17 | |
We need to find something to wrap him up with | 0:36:17 | 0:36:19 | |
or he's going to go everywhere. | 0:36:19 | 0:36:21 | |
Coffee. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:43 | |
There's no milk, I'm afraid. | 0:36:45 | 0:36:47 | |
Does this person... | 0:36:47 | 0:36:49 | |
..mean to kill us all? | 0:36:49 | 0:36:51 | |
I believe so, yes. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:54 | |
I've lost a ball of wool. | 0:36:59 | 0:37:00 | |
I'm quite ridiculously distressed about it. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:04 | |
It's only wool... | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES, LIGHTS CRACKLE | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
I'm so very tired. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
Drink your coffee, Miss Brent. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:24 | |
I'll bring you a candle to see by. | 0:37:25 | 0:37:27 | |
Thank you, dear. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:28 | |
I'll make some more. | 0:38:14 | 0:38:16 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES INCESSANTLY | 0:38:20 | 0:38:22 | |
Judge Wargrave, I feel I... | 0:38:40 | 0:38:42 | |
owe you an apology for... | 0:38:42 | 0:38:44 | |
exposing your illness in such an unforgiveable fashion. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:47 | |
We're all feeling a little ragged. Understandably. | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
What's your opinion of the others? | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
I haven't really formed one. | 0:39:01 | 0:39:02 | |
I don't trust any of them. | 0:39:02 | 0:39:05 | |
Blore. That bastard Lombard. Claythorne. | 0:39:05 | 0:39:08 | |
Miss Brent and her religious mania. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:10 | |
But you and I... | 0:39:13 | 0:39:14 | |
..we have sharp minds. | 0:39:16 | 0:39:17 | |
Actual intellects. | 0:39:18 | 0:39:20 | |
We should stay together. | 0:39:23 | 0:39:24 | |
Hm. | 0:39:25 | 0:39:26 | |
Very well. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:29 | |
Oh, Go... | 0:39:37 | 0:39:38 | |
Here. Here. | 0:39:39 | 0:39:41 | |
Thank you. | 0:39:41 | 0:39:42 | |
Dribbling down myself like a child. | 0:39:43 | 0:39:45 | |
Miss Claythorne's making the coffee... | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
She should be watched. | 0:39:56 | 0:39:57 | |
BOTH PANTING | 0:40:05 | 0:40:07 | |
THEY GROAN | 0:40:11 | 0:40:13 | |
Right. | 0:40:17 | 0:40:19 | |
You do the stairs, | 0:40:20 | 0:40:22 | |
I'm going to wash the guts out of the woodstore. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:24 | |
THUNK | 0:40:48 | 0:40:49 | |
Can I? | 0:40:57 | 0:40:58 | |
I rather enjoy domestic tasks. | 0:41:04 | 0:41:06 | |
They are soothing. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:09 | |
Normal. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:11 | |
Indeed. | 0:41:13 | 0:41:14 | |
I'll just be a moment. | 0:41:31 | 0:41:33 | |
All right. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:34 | |
GONG CRASHES | 0:42:56 | 0:42:58 | |
Stung by a bee. | 0:43:29 | 0:43:30 | |
And then there were five. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:34 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:43:34 | 0:43:35 | |
Well, I suppose, with no Rogers, I should think about lunch. | 0:43:56 | 0:43:59 | |
I could eat a scabby horse. | 0:43:59 | 0:44:01 | |
You're actually hungry? | 0:44:02 | 0:44:03 | |
That was heavy work... dealing with Rogers. | 0:44:05 | 0:44:08 | |
And you're the one that suggested lunch. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
Only because it's what one does at this time of day, | 0:44:10 | 0:44:13 | |
but I'm not hungry, how could you possibly be hungry? | 0:44:13 | 0:44:15 | |
Oi, you! | 0:44:15 | 0:44:17 | |
Don't go implying... | 0:44:17 | 0:44:19 | |
Casting aspersions... I've got not, I've got nothing to do with this. | 0:44:20 | 0:44:24 | |
I've got nothing to do with any of it. | 0:44:24 | 0:44:25 | |
Just because I said I was hungry. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:27 | |
I AM hungry, it doesn't prove a single thing! | 0:44:27 | 0:44:29 | |
I'm going to get dressed. | 0:44:31 | 0:44:33 | |
The whole morning, | 0:44:40 | 0:44:41 | |
dragging Rogers around, clearing up guts, | 0:44:41 | 0:44:43 | |
without so much as a cup of tea to wet me whistle, and you.. | 0:44:43 | 0:44:46 | |
-you look at me like I... -Calm down. | 0:44:46 | 0:44:48 | |
You've got some front, love. | 0:44:51 | 0:44:52 | |
You've got some right brass neck. | 0:44:54 | 0:44:55 | |
Don't go downstairs on your own. | 0:44:59 | 0:45:01 | |
Not with those two. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:03 | |
-What, Wargrave and Armstrong? -Mm-hm. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:07 | |
You wait up here for me. | 0:45:08 | 0:45:09 | |
It was locked. Which means there must be a master key. | 0:45:32 | 0:45:36 | |
Rogers must have had a master key. | 0:45:36 | 0:45:38 | |
-You two dealt with the body! -And you found it! | 0:45:38 | 0:45:40 | |
Or did you? | 0:45:41 | 0:45:42 | |
You shrieking like a woman, was that a bit of amateur dramatics, was it? | 0:45:42 | 0:45:46 | |
I did nothing to Rogers. | 0:45:46 | 0:45:48 | |
I didn't take any master key, | 0:45:48 | 0:45:49 | |
we don't even know if there IS a master key, | 0:45:49 | 0:45:51 | |
and we only had your word that the gun was stolen, | 0:45:51 | 0:45:53 | |
-you could've taken it. -Why would I steal my own gun? | 0:45:53 | 0:45:55 | |
I don't know why you'd do anything, | 0:45:55 | 0:45:57 | |
Lombard, I don't know why you killed Rogers or Miss Brent or MacArthur. | 0:45:57 | 0:46:02 | |
-I didn't kill them. -Well, you WOULD say that, wouldn't you? | 0:46:02 | 0:46:04 | |
Just like you'd say that your gun was stolen. | 0:46:04 | 0:46:07 | |
You really are a first-class, | 0:46:07 | 0:46:10 | |
five-star, | 0:46:10 | 0:46:12 | |
solid gold fucking moron. | 0:46:12 | 0:46:14 | |
Please! The lady! Hm? | 0:46:14 | 0:46:16 | |
Double bluff. | 0:46:16 | 0:46:17 | |
What, Tubs? | 0:46:21 | 0:46:22 | |
Why you would steal your own gun. Armstrong's got a point. | 0:46:22 | 0:46:25 | |
It's all riddles and games, smoke and mirrors, double bluff. | 0:46:25 | 0:46:28 | |
You were the last one down. | 0:46:30 | 0:46:32 | |
The last one. | 0:46:34 | 0:46:37 | |
Ages behind everyone else. | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
What, what took you so long? | 0:46:39 | 0:46:40 | |
I don't care to say. | 0:46:43 | 0:46:44 | |
You killed Rogers. | 0:46:44 | 0:46:46 | |
You took the master key, you went to bed, | 0:46:47 | 0:46:49 | |
you made sure all of us were downstairs, | 0:46:49 | 0:46:51 | |
then you got in my room and took my gun. | 0:46:51 | 0:46:53 | |
-You have my gun, you little prick. -Lombard! For heaven's sake. | 0:46:53 | 0:46:55 | |
I never killed Rogers and I ain't got your key or your sodding gun! | 0:46:55 | 0:46:59 | |
Then what took you so long? | 0:46:59 | 0:47:01 | |
If you weren't in my room, stealing my gun, | 0:47:01 | 0:47:02 | |
then why were you last down? | 0:47:02 | 0:47:04 | |
I was in the bloody lavvy, if you must know! | 0:47:04 | 0:47:07 | |
Constipated. | 0:47:07 | 0:47:08 | |
ARMSTRONG LETS OUT A GIGGLE | 0:47:09 | 0:47:11 | |
Oh, yes. | 0:47:12 | 0:47:13 | |
Yeah, laugh it up. | 0:47:13 | 0:47:14 | |
It's not funny. | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
ARMSTRONG CACKLES | 0:47:16 | 0:47:18 | |
Bound up something rotten. | 0:47:18 | 0:47:19 | |
Sat there in a muck sweat. | 0:47:21 | 0:47:22 | |
So it weren't me. | 0:47:24 | 0:47:25 | |
It could have been any of us. | 0:47:25 | 0:47:27 | |
Any one of us could have had the key. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:32 | |
Any one of us could have the gun. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:34 | |
It is the only way to be sure. | 0:47:53 | 0:47:54 | |
It's not like you have been singled out. | 0:47:57 | 0:48:00 | |
We're all getting the same. | 0:48:00 | 0:48:01 | |
No key. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:21 | |
No gun. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:22 | |
HE GROANS | 0:48:24 | 0:48:25 | |
Now you, Miss Claythorne. | 0:48:25 | 0:48:27 | |
Of course. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:30 | |
I'm just being thorough. | 0:48:49 | 0:48:50 | |
You like Uncle Hugo, don't you? | 0:49:15 | 0:49:18 | |
I do. | 0:49:18 | 0:49:19 | |
I'm...in love with him. | 0:49:19 | 0:49:21 | |
I love him so much it hurts. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:24 | |
Silly. Girls are silly. | 0:49:24 | 0:49:26 | |
And I'm going to marry him. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
I heard Mummy say he couldn't afford to get married. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
Well, I'll find a way, Cyril. | 0:49:33 | 0:49:35 | |
-If you marry Uncle Hugo... -When I marry Hugo. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:38 | |
Will you be my aunt? | 0:49:38 | 0:49:40 | |
I will. | 0:49:40 | 0:49:41 | |
Aunt Vera. | 0:49:41 | 0:49:42 | |
And what fun we'll have. | 0:49:42 | 0:49:44 | |
Christmas and birthdays and summer holidays. | 0:49:44 | 0:49:47 | |
Picnics. Parties. | 0:49:47 | 0:49:49 | |
Pony rides. | 0:49:49 | 0:49:51 | |
Hmm! How happy we'll be when we have everything! | 0:49:51 | 0:49:53 | |
Cyril! | 0:50:30 | 0:50:31 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:50:36 | 0:50:39 | |
Why isn't Lombard doing this? | 0:50:58 | 0:50:59 | |
Blore and I thought it a good idea to keep you two apart. | 0:51:01 | 0:51:04 | |
Well, well, Miss Claythorne. | 0:52:08 | 0:52:10 | |
Mr Lombard. | 0:52:13 | 0:52:14 | |
Philip. | 0:52:15 | 0:52:16 | |
Vera. | 0:52:18 | 0:52:19 | |
DOOR CREAKS | 0:52:25 | 0:52:27 | |
Nothing. | 0:52:32 | 0:52:34 | |
We'll search the rest of the house. Every room. | 0:52:34 | 0:52:36 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:53:41 | 0:53:43 | |
CLOCK TICKING | 0:53:57 | 0:53:59 | |
CLOCK CHIMES SLOWLY | 0:54:22 | 0:54:24 | |
We're in hell... | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
and we're being punished for what we've done. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:51 | |
He refused the hood. | 0:54:51 | 0:54:53 | |
He haunts me still. | 0:54:53 | 0:54:55 | |
Look at them. There is something going on between them. | 0:54:55 | 0:54:58 | |
Someone has to come for us soon. They have to. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:02 | |
I reckon we're being watched. | 0:55:02 | 0:55:03 | |
BLORE SNARLS | 0:55:06 | 0:55:08 | |
We are. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:09 |