killed John and Lucy Combes!
I killed!..
Absurd! Delusion!
I killed...
That's right...
Must have been a couple
of kids I ran over
near Cambridge.
- Beastly bad luck.
- For them,
or for you?
It was a pure accident.
By the way, I had my license
endorsed for a year.
This speeding’s all wrong!
Young men like you
are a danger to the community.
Speed’s come to stay.
I'm sorry.
Are you waiting for me
to say something?
- I have nothing to say.
- Nothing, Miss Brent?
Nothing.
You reserve your defence?
There is no questions
of defence.
I have always acted in accordance
with my dictates of my conscience.
I have nothing with which
to reproach myself.
What about yourself,
Mr. Bloor?
What about me?
Your name was included
in the list.
Ah!
Landor, you mean?
I remember…
Landor was convicted
on your evidence.
He got penal servitude for life
and died in Dartmoor a year later.
- He was a delicate man.
- He was a crook.
You were complimented,
I think, on your able
hanging of the case.
I got my promotion.
I was only doing my duty.
What a duty-loving,
law-abiding lot we all seem to be!
Myself excepted, of course.
What about you, doctor -
and your little
professional mistake?
Illegal operation,
was it?
I’m at a loss to understand
the matter.
The name meant nothing
to me when it was spoken.
What was it - Clees? Close?
I really can’t remember having
a patient of that name.
It might possibly be one of my
operation cases in hospital.
Yes, they come too late,
so many of these people.
Then, when the patient dies, they
always consider it’s the surgeon’s fault.
I, too, used to find myself
in such situations.
If I might
just say a word, gentlemen.
- Go ahead, Rogers.
- There was a mention
of me and Mrs. Rogers.
And of Miss Brady...
We started working for Ms. Brady
when she had already been ill.
There was a storm,
sir, that night she was
taken bad. The telephone
was out of order.
We couldn’t get
the doctor for her.
I went for him on foot.
But he get there too late.
We’d done everything
possible for her.
Devoted to her, we were.
Any one will tell you the same.
Come into a little something
at her death, though? Eh?
Miss Brady left us a legacy
in recognition of our faithful services.
And why not,
I’d like to know?
Our inquiry rest there.
- Now, Rogers,..
- Yes, Sir?
…who else is there on this island
besides you and your wife?
Nobody at all, Sir.
- Are you sure of that?
- Quite sure, Sir.
I suggest that we
leave tonight.
- But there’s no boat on the island.
- No boat at all?
- No, sir. - How do you
communicate with the mainland?
The boat comes over
every morning, sir.
It brings the bread
and the milk and the post.
Well, I’ll leave tomorrow morning.
- Yes, you are right. - Ought to ferret
out the mystery before we go.
The whole thing's
like a detective story.
We have to figure it out.
A stranger challenged us.
I am ready to take it up.
He’s dead.
D’you mean the fellow
just choked and died?
In the midst of life
we are in death.
Poison?
Yes.
Everything points to one
of the Cyanides.
Probably Potassium Cyanide.
It acts instantaneously.
It was not in the whiskey.
It was in his glass?
Seems like it.
You mean - he must have put
the stuff in his glass himself?
Suicide, eh?
That’s a queer go.
Marston was not
the kind of a guy
to commit suicide like that.
I want to swim out
to the rock, Miss Claythorne.
- But please.
- No Cyril, I can't.
- Please...
- It's too far.
Miss Vera, but please,
let me swim to that rock.
I love you, Vera.
I can’t ask you to marry me.
I’ve not got a penny.
Although, just recently
I considered myself rich
until a baby boy was born.
If a girl was born instead, I would have
inherited the title and the fortune.
You know, everything in life
is a matter of luck.
My Cyril is a sweet boy.
I grew so fond of him.
“Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self…”
One choked