And Then There Were None

- Welcome to Persepolis. Come, this way. - Thanks.

Exotic sort of place.

My name is Martino.

May I offer you drinks or take you up to your rooms?

I think, first of all, we'd prefer to meet our host.

I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Owen will be here for dinner.

Extraordinary.

I'm Vera Clyde, Mr. Owen's secretary. Did he leave any instructions for me?

No, miss. And we want a word with Mr. Owen ourselves when he arrives.

The agency never told us the size of this place,

or that we would have to look after 8 guests.

Excuse me.

Will you excuse me, please?

I'm sure you all know the story of the 2 Englishmen,

who were cast away on a desert island,

who never spoke to each other because they had not been introduced.

- Yes, it is rather silly. - Perhaps we should put it right.

Yes, well. Since I'm an Englishman, let me break the ice.

My name is Hugh Lombard. Hello.

- My name is Cannon, Judge Cannon. - How do you do, sir? I'm General Salvé.

- I'm Dr. Armstrong. How do you do? - How do you do?

- Blore. - Who?

- Wilhelm Blore. - Hello, I'm… I'm Vera Clyde.

This enchanting young lady I'm sure we all recognize.

I'm a great admirer of your many, fine performances in the cinema, Mademoiselle Morgan .

Thank you, Judge.

Well, that leaves only me.

My name is Michel Raven.

Maybe you've heard about me?

May I ask if any of us have met Mr. Owen?

This is ridiculous. I have a good mind to leave at once.

The dead road across the desert didn't look too good.

We must be 200 miles from the airport.

And I didn't see any Hilton Hotel on the way, monsieur .

That, I assure you, wouldn't stop me, sir.

Martino said he would be here for dinner.

That's right.

In that case, let's find our rooms and settle in.

You think this is a bell?

- You rang, sir? - Oh, there you are.

I'm ready to see my room now. And so are the others, I think.

- Yes, I'm sure we are. - Excuse me, sir.

- Madame? - That is my baggage.

- Um, perhaps, you'd be good enough to take mine, would you? - Thank you.

Uh, that one.

Follow me, please?

Right, I'll...

- No, after you, Doctor, please? Thank you. - No, after you.

- So, you're new here? - Yes.

Well, then, you obviously didn't send out the invitations, did you?

Of course not, Mr. Lombard. Why?

I was just a little curious.

- That's your coat? - Oh, yes, it is, thank you.

I think you've got the wrong bag, Mr. Lombard.

- The wrong bag, Mr. Blore? - "C. M."?

- Oh, yes. C. M., that's... Charles Mornay, a friend of mine. I borrowed it and failed to return it. You know how it is. - Yes.

And if you're usually this observant, Mr. Blore, you will observe that it's plastic, no?

Plastic...

- Oh, we have adjoining rooms. - I didn't realize. Good.

I was just... I was just taking an aspirin. I have a slight headache.

Oh, probably the travelling. It affects me. You don't happen to have another one, do you, hmm?

I'm... terribly sorry. I think that was my last one.

Yes, it was.

Ah. Well, I'll probably get rid of it with a good stiff drink before dinner.

"Ten little Indians went out to dine, one choked his little self, then there were nine."

We could have stayed in Zurich, but no.

You said it would be safer to take another job.

Will you shut up?

- You, you startled me. - I'm sorry.

- I was just admiring the paintings. - They're rather beautiful, aren't they?

Mademoiselle, ... I think we met once before.

- Really? I don't remember. - I was a military attaché in Saigon some years ago.

Unless I'm mistaken, you were known by another name.

You must be mistaken. Excuse me.

Who would've thought we'd dine with 10 little Indians, but without our host?

- Pity, he missed a jolly good meal. - I agree. Our, our compliments to your wife, Martino.

- Thanking you, sir. Thank you, sir. - Yes, our compliments.

Doctor, aren't you going to join us in this excellent wine?

Water never hurt anyone, Miss Morgan; especially, my pressure.

- Did you hear that? - He might have a point there. Keeps all hands steady.

- So, you're a surgeon? - Yes.

- And the hands are steady? - My hands?

Oooh.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I, perhaps, propose a toast?

To our 10 little Indians and to absent friends.

Amongst whom we might perhaps include our host.

Well, let's hope he's not lost, otherwise, bang goes your job.

- Don't knock it, Mr. Lombard. Don't knock it. - My name is Hugh.

- Vera. - How does that old song go?

- What old song? - Little old English nursery rhyme, you know.

"Ten Little Indians." It's hanging on the wall in my room.

- You know, that's funny. I've got one hung in my room as well. Have you really? - I have one as well.

- Strange, we all seem to have one. - We all do.

- Do you know the first line? - The first line goes like this.

"Ten little Indians went out to dine, and one choked its little self, and then there were nine."

"Nine little Indians went to..." How's it go?

- "Stayed up rather late; One ran away, and then there were eight." - Right. Ran away. There were eight.

- Then what happens? - "Eight little..." Anyhow, all the rhyme's on the piano in the next room.

It seems that our Mr. Owen is very fond of little Indians.

Eight little Indians travelling to Heaven; One met a pussycat, and then there were seven.

Seven little Indians chopping up sticks; The chopper finished one of them, and then there were six.

Six little Indians playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five.

Five little Indians going in for law; One got in Chancery, and then there were four.

Four little Indians willing go out to sea; A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three.

Three little Indians walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one, and then there were two.

Two little Indians sitting in the sun; One gets all frizzled up, and then there was one.

It's nearly over, Judge. He's down to his last little Indian.

One little Indian boy left all alone, So, he went and hung himself...

And then there were none.

Have we come to the end of this song?

- Yes. - Good.

Thank you for your kind applause, my public.

- Could you play something more cheerful? - Cheerful? No, but for you, something special.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This is your host speaking.

My name is U. N. Owen.

I've brought you here to charge you with the following crimes.

General André Salvé, Croix de Guerre,

that you achieved honor from dishonor.

And sent five men to their certain deaths.

Ilona Morgan, actress,

that you did bring about the death of your husband, in a most cold-blooded and ruthless manner.

Dr. Edward Armstrong, that you did kill Mrs. Ivy Benson.

And betrayed your sacred trust.

Michel Raven, entertainer,

that you were guilty for the murder of William and Lisa Stern,

whose bodies, when they were found, were almost unrecognizable.

Vera Clyde, secretary,

that you murdered your sister's fiancé, Richard Barclay by slow, deliberate poisoning.

Hugh Lombard, that you were guilty of the death of Jennifer Hayes,

who was to bear your child.

Arthur Cannon, Judge of the Queen's Bench,

that you were responsible for the death of an innocent man.

One Edward Seaton, who was hanged; according to your judgment.

Wilhelm Blore, with by pledged testimony, you sent Kurt Landorin

to a cold and lonely death in a prison cell.

Otto and Elsa Martino,

that you maliciously, brutally caused the death of your invalid employer

for your own financial gain.

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defense?

- Where? Where did it come from?! - It's here!

Blore, that by pledged...

All that's a bloody lie!

May I ask who put this tape on the machine?

I did, sir.

- But did you switch it on? - Yes, sir.

- Why? Why did you switch it on? - I thought it was music.

It is true, sir. I haven't met him.

My wife, she will tell you.

I told you we should never have come here!

- Elsa! - Martino...

What? What is this all about?

- It's a practical joke. - In very poor taste!

- We've got to get away from here! - Look, we're not the only ones in trouble.

- We should've stayed in Zurich. - Will you shut up, you fool?!

We all now know where the couple, the staff came from.

And Miss Clyde hired through an agency.

I think perhaps now, the rest of us should explain our presence here.

It is very simple, sir. I received a letter from Mr. Owen.

Asking me to join his house party.

Claiming he was... acquainted with an old and dear friend of mine.

And as I've told you, my agent arranged the whole affair for me.

What about you, Doctor?

Frankly, I came at a professional capacity.

I was to join the guests but in fact, to make a medical examination of our mysterious host, Mr. Owen.

I hope you're a psychiatrist too.

I think Mr. Owen may need it very, very badly.

Michel, we're trying to make some sense of this.

You, Mr. Lombard?

Well, like the general, I had a letter explaining he was a friend of a friend. As simple as that.

We've all been taken for the same ride. I was told I'd be meeting some American producer.

And I was invited to meet some Iranian legal colleagues.

And what about you, our pretty friend?

- I'm here to do a job. - Oh.

A cop if I'm not mistaken. Am I right, Mr. Blore?

Private inquiry agent. I was hired through an agency in London.

- By who? - This man, Owen.

- You saw him? - No, your honor.

He enclosed the sum of money with this.

He tells me to join the party as one of the guests.

To snoop, I suppose?

Snooping, as you call it, is my profession.

I've got my credentials.

Look at the signature on this letter. "U. N. Owen."

By stretch of the imagination, U. N. Owen could mean "Unknown".

It appears that Mr. Unknown has not only enticed us here under false pretenses,

but has also taken the trouble to find out a great deal about each one of us.

- Pack of lies, you mean. - I quite agree.

Ooh, I don't know. 10 little skeletons in 10 little closets.

I don't think you'd better drink anymore tonight.

Madame, I don't think this is a time to remain sober.

I have to admit, I'm still not at all clear...

as to Mr. Unknown's purpose in bringing us all together here.

In my opinion, this unknown person, whoever he may be, is possibly out of his mind.

As Mr... As you, sir, suggested.

At the risk of repeating myself, gentlemen, I think we should leave.

- I agree. - I most certainly agree.

Yes, sir?

How far are we from the nearest town?

There is absolutely nothing, sir, but desert and mountains for 200 miles. I've looked on the map.