telling the truth, isn’t it?
- I don’t look at it that way.
- You wouldn’t.
Look here, Mr. Lombard, if you’re
an honest man, as you pretend.
- No, indeed, I never said that.
- If you’re speaking the truth -
there’s only one thing to be done.
Don’t be an ass. That gun’s
mine and I’m going to keep it.
- In that case I’m bound to come…
- Yes, Mr. Owen!
Think what you damned well
please. But if that’s so,
why I didn’t pot you with
the gun last night?
I could have, about twenty
times over. - I don’t know.
You must have had
some reason.
I think you’re both behaving
like a pair of idiots.
- What’s this?
- You’ve forgotten the nursery rhyme.
Four little Indian boys
going out to sea?
A red herring swallowed one
and then there were three.
A red herring!..
Armstrong’s not dead!
He took away the china Indian
to make you think he was.
Maybe, this time our Mr. X
decided to change his tune?
But don’t you see, he’s mad?
The whole thing of going
by the rhyme is mad!
At any rate there’s
no Zoo on the island.
- What Zoo?
- The one the next verse
talks about:
"Three little Indian boys
walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one
and then there were two."
Don’t you see? We’re the Zoo…
We were hardly human anymore.
We turned into beasts.
Time to lunch.
I’m not going back to the house.
Oh, come now, Miss Claythorne.
Got to keep your strength up.
If I even see a tinned
ham, I shall be sick!
Well, as for me,
I need my meals regular.
What about you, Mr. Lombard?
You know, I’ll stay here
with Miss Claythorne.
It’s all right if you say so.
But remember,
we agreed we ought
not to separate.
Are you afraid? I’ll come
with you if you like?
- No, you won’t,
- So you’re still afraid of me?
I could shoot you both this
very minute if I liked.
Yes, but that wouldn’t
be according to plan.
It’s one at a time, and
it’s got to be done
in a certain way.
Well, you seem to know
all about it.
Of course, it’s a bit jumpy
going up to the house alone.
And therefore, will I tend
you my gun?
- Answer, no!
- As you please.
- What if he is this Owen?
- What do we know about the man?
Less than nothing! All this
ex-policeman story may be bunkum!
He may be anybody -
a mad millionaire,
a crazy business man.
He could have done
every one of these crimes.
And supposing he gets - us?
Don’t worry.
Touching faith in me,
haven’t you, Vera?
Quite sure I wouldn’t shoot you?
One has got to trust some one.
I heard a sort of cry.
- We’d better go up and see.
- No.
Blore is dead!
I don't believe you!
No...
See for yourself!
Whose is that window just above?
It’s mine.
- What is it?
- The clock…
…from my mantelpiece
member now.
"A big bear hugged one
and then there were two."
Clearly, it's Armstrong.
This time I won't miss him.
Careful!
We are next!
He wants us to look for him!
He’s counting on it!
Maybe, let's go down to the sea?
It's not as windy over there.
Look!
Over there, in water!
- But that's Armstrong!
- What do you say, Vera?
There’s no one on the island -
no one at all except us two.
No one…
You got it right on.
Now we know what to do.
Don’t you feel that there’s
someone watching and waiting?
No, I don’t believe
in the supernatural.
This business is human enough.
That’s conscience…
Tell me,
you did drown that
kid after all?
No! No!
No, I didn’t!
You’ve no right to say that!
Oh, my good girl!
I don’t know why.
There was a man in it
probably, was that it?
Yes -
there was a man in it.
Poor Dr. Armstrong.
What’s this? Womanly pity?
Why not? Haven’t you any pity?
I’ve no pity for you.
We must move him.
As far as I’m concerned
he can stay where he is.
Help me!
Go away!
Satisfied?
Quite.
So that’s the reason for your
womanly solicitude!
Give that gun to me.
Now look here,
my dear girl,
you just listen.
You’re behind the times,
my dears.
You can come with me.
We’ve won, my dear!
No…
No… I don’t want to…
"One little Indian boy
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