said…
And now he’s dead!
It worked just as
it was intended to.
The murderer was able
to frighten Miss Claythorne,
and the rest went
according to his plan.
- Why didn’t any one hear the shot?
- You was screaming,
the wind was howling,
we were calling out.
No, it wouldn’t be heard.
But that trick’s not
going to work again.
He’ll have to try something
else next time.
Good night, Miss Claythorne.
Don't forget to lock.
- If something - scream.
- Yes, of course.
- Good night, Miss Claythorne.
- Good night.
Who's this?
Cyrill, is it you?
Ah, Cyrill...
Just a second, baby.
I will let you in right now.
Just a moment, baby,
just a little moment.
Mr. Lombard.
Mr. Lombard, Mr. Lombard,
it's me. Please, open.
- What happened?
- Don't know.
You need to drink
something, Miss Claythorne
I am scared. I am so
frightened, Mr. Lombard.
- So frightened. - Have a drink.
You' ll feel better.
Have this... Drink this,
Miss Claythorne.
The most important - we have
to make it through this night,
and then this nightmare
will be over. Calm down.
Oh, my Goodness, what
am I doing? Mr. Lombard...
Mr. Lombard.
Let everything go
as it does.
Mr. Lombard.
Mr. Lombard, Mr. Lombard,
I will scream!
No!
Go ahead, scream. At night,
half-naked, visiting a man,
and then to scream
for help - that's ridiculous.
Indeed, everything
is so ridiculous.
Come on, Miss Claythorne,
easy, calm down.
If it is one of them -
which do you think it is?
I take it you are excepting
our two selves?
Well, that's all right.
I know very well that
I'm not the murderer,
and I don't fancy that there's
anything insane about you.
Thank you.
Come now, Miss Claythorne, aren't
you going to return the compliment?
You've admitted that you don't
hold human life sacred,
but all the same I can't see
you as the man
who dictated that gramophone record.
Quite right.
This mass clearance
is not my line of country.
Please, be so kind - pass matches
to me, there in the drawer.
Doctor?
Doctor, open.
It's Blore.
Doctor?
Don't come close to me,
don't come close, I'll scream.
I, myself, am ready
to scream with rage.
I'm telling you,
someone set me up.
It's as unexpected for me,
as it is for you.
- Who’s there?
- It’s Blore.
Get dressed, Lombard.
Something happened?
Put your flashlight away.
Happened. Armstrong is not
in his room.
And Miss Claythorne isn't in hers either.
- Miss Claythorne is with me.
She was scared to be alone.
- Miss Claythorne,
are you here? - Yes.
Well, at least, it's natural.
Exactly, buddy. It happens sometimes
between a man and a woman.
Armstrong isn't in his room.
I heard screaming outside.
After him, Blore.
This time we'll get him.
Wait a minute.
Vera, we’re hunting Armstrong.
Don’t open your door.
If Armstrong comes along and says
that I've been killed,
or Blore’s been killed,
pay no attention.
Only open your door if both Blore
and I speak to you. Got that?
We’d better be careful. He’s
got a gun, remember.
That’s where you’re wrong.
I’ve got that gun!
Found it put back
in my drawer tonight.
And now - after him!
The hunt's up!
Don’t be a damned fool!
I’m not going to shoot you!
Go back, if you’re afraid!
Even birds are leaving
this cursed place.
Stormy.
Again no boat will be able to land.
There are only 3 figurines left.
That means Armstrong is killed.
Then why haven’t you
found his dead body?
Indeed, strange. We searched
the entire house and the island.
- It might have been thrown into the sea.
- By whom? You? Me?
I don't know.
- But I do know one thing.
- What’s that?
- The gun is in your possession now,
- My good blockhead, I swear to you
that it was put back
in my drawer.
You ask us to believe a thing like that!
Why the devil should Armstrong,
or any one else for that
matter, put it back?
I haven’t the least idea.
There seems no point in it.
No, there isn’t. You might have
thought of a better story.
Rather proof that I’m