her very much.
- Was Leslie your wife?
- I loved her and I was proud of her.
That’s why... I did it.
You mean…
It’s not much good denying it now
not when we’re all going to die.
I sent Richmond to his death.
It was murder.
I had no regrets.
- But afterwards…
- Well, afterwards?
Afterwards…
I don’t know if Leslie ever guessed…
But she’d gone far away
where I couldn’t reach her.
And then she died
and I was alone.
You’ll be glad, too,
when the end comes.
I don’t know what you mean!
I know, my child,
I know.
Let's search the house, and then
the island once more thoroughly.
But this time you will be
the one to go down.
Quiet - listen.
- Is this Rogers' bedroom?
- But that's where Mrs. Rogers' body is.
Of course!
Best hiding place
he could have chosen!
I’m sorry, gentlemen. I was
just moving my things.
I take it there will be no objection...
if I take one of the vacant
guest chambers on the floor below?
The smallest room.
- Of course... Of course...
- Thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir. Sorry.
I’d like to know what drug it was.
Let’s get finished.
I feel it in my bones we’re not
going to find anything.
Doctor,
you did give her some dope,
you know.
Dope?
You said yourself you’d give her
something to make her sleep.
I gave her a mild dose of trional.
A harmless sedative.
- A perfectly harmless preparation.
- Not to mince matters –
you didn’t give her
an overdose, did you?
It’s possible, isn’t it, that you
may have made a mistake?
Doctors can’t afford to make
mistakes of that kind,
It wouldn’t be the first you’ve made if
that gramophone record is to be believed!
What's the sense of making
yourself offensive?
We're all in the same boat.
We've got to pull together.
What about your own
pretty little spot
of perjury?
Perjury be damned!
That’s a foul lie!
You may try and shut me up,
Mr. Lombard,
but there are things
I need to know
and one of them is about you!
- About me?
Yes. I want to know
why you brought a gun
down here on a pleasant
social visit?
- You’re not nearly such a fool as you look.
- That’s as may be. What about that gun?
I brought it because I expected
to run into a spot of trouble.
You didn’t tell us that last night.
You were holding out on us?
- In a way, yes.
- Well, come on, out with it.
I was approached by a little
Jewboy - Morris his name was.
He said I’d got
a reputation for being
a good man in a tight place.
He offered me a hundred guineas
to come down here
and keep my eyes open.
I was hard up. I took it.
Why didn’t you tell us all
this last night?
How was I to know that last night
wasn’t exactly the eventuality
I was here to cope with?
- But now - you think differently?
- Yes.
I believe now that I’m in the same
boat as the rest of you.
That hundred guineas was just
Mr. Owen’s little bit of cheese
to get me into the trap.
- Quiet.
- This is a trap. I'll take my oath on that.
Quiet. Someone is screaming.
Gentlemen! Come here! Hurry!
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
General Macarthur...
- What? He's murdered?
- He's dead.
One, two, three, four, five…
Oh, Miss, I…
I just came to see…
You’re quite right, Rogers...
There are only seven.
Agatha Christie
TEN LITTLE INDIANS
Part Two
Macarthur was hit with a life
preserver or some such thing
on the back of the head.
- Did you find the actual
weapon used? - No.
This morning I was
sitting on the terrace
and observing your activities.
You were searching the island
for the unknown murderer?
Quite right, sir.
You had come, doubtless,
to the same conclusion that I had.
Now you understand
why Mr. Owen
enticed us to this island?
He's a madman!
A loony!
- There's no one on the island,
- I tell you. No one!
- In the sense you mean, but no.
I came to the same conclusion.
Nevertheless, Mr. Owen,
to give him the name
he himself has adopted,
is on the island.
His goal is the execution of justice
upon certain individuals for crimes
which the law cannot