And Then There Were None

Synopsis: Ten people are invited for a weekend on an island by a Mr U. N. Own, but he isn't on the island. At dinner a record is played, by that all the people are accused of murder, suddenly the first of them is dead, then the next... It seems to be that one of them is the murderer Mr. U. N. Own, but the person in suspect is always the person who is murdered next. At last only two people seem to be left.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Director(s): René Clair
Production: VCI
  1 win.
Rotten Tomatoes:
97 min

-- What a quite place!

- Indeed, yes, very quiet.

There is your bathroom,


I see that we have

the same bathroom.

I think I'd better introduce myself

I am Vera Claythorne.

Mrs. Owen's new secretary.

My name is Emily Brent.

Is there anyting you want,


I would like to see

Mrs. Owen.

I'm Mrs. Owen's new secretary.

I expect you know that.

No, Miss, I don't

know anything.

Just the list of the gentlemen and the ladies

who are invited for the weekend.

Didn't Mrs. Owen

mention me?

I haven't seen Mrs. Owen yet. We

only came here a few days ago.

This is a large house.

What staff have you here?

Just me and Rogers,


- Does Mr Owen know we have arrived?

- He is not here yet, Sir.

-- And where is Mrs Owen?

- She was delayed in London.

I got a letter.

They'll be here for dinner, eight o'clock, sir.

We tell the story, in Ireland, about the 2

Englishmen ...

... who was cast away in an

uninhabited island for 3 years.

and never spoke to each other because

they had not been introduced.

I'm not English!

My name is Prince

Nikita Starloff.

Call me Nicky.

Well, that breaks the ice, gentlemen.

I am judge Quinncannon.

How do you do, sir? I'm

Dr. Armstrong.

My name is Lombard.

Philip Lombard.

I am General Mandrake.

- Sir John Mandrake, isn't it General?

Some years ago, I was called in for consultation.

Your wife was ill.

My wife is dead!

If you, gentlemen, would be good enough

to follow me, I'll show you to your rooms.

- I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.

- Blore.

-- Blore?

- William Henry Blore.

- Oh, Philip Lombard.

-- I'm afraid you got the wrong bag!

You are very observing, Mr


C.M., Charles Morley, an

old friend of mine.

I like his taste.

I even borrow his clothes.

Oh, excuse me, doctor. I thought

this was a closet.

- it seems we are sharing the bathroom.

- Oh, I did not know.

The only time

I was batchelor ...

... is when I

get dressed for dinner.

- Oh, let me help you.

- Thank you.

-- Do you know this part of the English coast?

- No I can't care do.

Something magical

about the island.

Yes, like a

little world, that's all.

How do you like spend

last days here?

No thanks, I think

the weekend will be enough.

We all build islands

in imagination.

represent the escape.

Half of my patients

are sick ...

... because the are trying to

escape reality.

-- And what is your answer?

- Oh, I tell a fairytales.

I build an island of

imagined security.

Don't you even give them

medicine, doctor?

Do you believe in

justice, judge?

-- Mr Blore?

-- Yes?

The bathroom is yours.

-- Do you think they are done?

- Done enough for them.


Don't stay there

gowking, get it up.

Did you wash the floor this morning?

Do you suppose I have

time for everything?

It is not right to go inviting

a house full of guests.

I'll talk to Mr.

Owen when he comes.

You tell him we're quitting.

The agency did not say a

house was so big ...

... and so lonely.

- You knew it was an island.

- With only one house.

I'm extremely nervous.


What they do not know

won't hurt them.

Never to pick a

bird before it dies.

Ladies and Gentlemen..,

may I propose a toast ...

... to our gracious

Hostess, Mrs. Owen.

A, a, Doctor. I saw you! You drink water.

That's bad luck.

Water never hurts

anyone, sir.

Especially in

my profession.

Don't forget the old

proverb, doctor.

Never trust

a man who does not drink.

Sounds like the Bible.

Great book.

And now I'm giving to you, our

charming host. Mr. Owen.

Jolly good fellow!

And I hope that would conclude

all possible toasts.

Tell me, Miss. Claythorne,

Why did they call ...

... this place indian Island?

I do not know.

Excuse me, sir, the postman

told me ...

... it has the shape of

the head of an Indian.

Oo, that accounts for little indians.

-- Indians!

We're not out of toasts, sir.

I drink to the Indians.

Each little indians,


6, 7,8,9,10.

Ten little indians.

Ten little indians. So

It is a nursery rhyme ...

Ten little indian boys

went out to dine ...

one ...

choked his little self and then there were nine.

Poor old fellow, there is to hear.

And what happened to the others?

9 little indian boys sat up very late

one ...

... overslept himself and then there

were 8.

Then what happened?

You will find the rhymes

on the piano.

Mr Owen seems to be

fond of little Indians.


8 little indian boys

travelling in Devon, ...

... one said he'd stay there

and then there were 7.

7 little indian boys chopping up sticks,

one chopped himself in halves ...

... and then there were 6.

6 little indian boys playing

with a hive, ...

... a bumblebee stung one

and then there were 5.

5 little indian boys going

in for law ...

... one got in chancery

and then there were 4.

4 little indian boys

going out to sea, ...

... a red herring

swallowed one and then there were 3.

3 little indian boys walking

in the zoo, ...

... a big bear hugged one

and then there were 2.

Plays for lunch, but t is the rhymes for a


Don't worry, judge, he is

down to the rest of indians.

Two little indian boys sitting in the sun,

one got for frizzled up ...

... and then there

was one.

One little indian boy left all alone,

What a pity!

So he went and hanged himself

and then there were none.

Silence please, ladies and


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Dudley Nichols

Dudley Nichols (April 6, 1895 – January 4, 1960) was an American screenwriter and director. more…

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