- Recording Artist: Ladies and Gentlemen, silence please! You are charged with the following indictments: Edward George Armstrong, that you murdered Louisa Mary Clees. Emily Caroline Brent, that you murdered Beatrice Taylor. William Henry Blore, that you did murder James Stephen Landor. Vera Elizabeth Claythorne, that you did murder Cyril Oglivie Hamilton. Philip Lombard, that you did murder 21 men, members of an East African Tribe. John Gordon MarArthur, that you did murder Henry Richmond. Anthony James Marston, that you did murder John and Lucy Combes. Lawrence John Wargrave, that you did murder Edward Seton. Thomas and Ethel Rogers, that you did murder Jennifer Brady. Prisoners at the bar; how do you plead?
- Ethel Rogers: I told you! I told you!
- Thomas Rogers: Pull yourself together woman! Stop flapping your trap you dosy bitch!
- Emily Brent: I'm not at all sure about these, they look very... pagan.
- Vera Claythorne: They're the Ten Little Soldier Boys, you know, from the poem.
- General John MacArthur: Ah yes, I know it off by heart. My nanny used to recite it to me when I was a little boy, to terrify me into being good. I imagine I was a rather dull boy.
- Emily Brent: I can't imagine that, General, but you shouldn't call it a poem Miss Claythorne, it's a doggerel. Poetry should be uplifting.
- Detective Sergeant William Blore: I agree with you Miss Brent.
- Emily Brent: Well, that goes to show how wrong first impressions are. I didn't imagine you as a gentleman to appreciate poetry.
- Philip Lombard: Mr. Davis has hidden depths.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: You ran me off the road!
- Anthony Marston: Well I may have overtaken you, but my great-aunt drives with more zip, and if you can't control your car, you really shouldn't be behind the wheel.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: You little shit! You ran me off the road and then have the temerity to tell me it's my fault?
- Judge Lawrence Wargrave: Please, gentlemen, there are ladies present.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: I'm sorry. It's been a long week.
- Anthony Marston: Your right, a hand shake between gentlemen. Put it there Armstrong. Let's be pals.
- Philip Lombard: We've gotten off on the wrong foot, haven't we? But you do have very pretty legs. It would have been remiss not to stare at them.
- Philip Lombard: Oh, alright Miss Claythorne, if it will make you happy, I am sorry for staring.
- Vera Claythorne: Mr Lombard, I doubt you are sorry for anything.
- Philip Lombard: Smart girl.
- Anthony Marston: They think they still mean something, but I doubt anyone would notice, or care, if one of them suddenly decided to... I'm going to be exceptionally charming to them.
- Ethel Rogers: [Vera is approaching the wood room] . Miss? Is there something you were looking for, Miss? Because this is the below stairs, Miss. For staff.
- Vera Claythorne: Well. I am staff.
- Ethel Rogers: Miss, we had very strict instructions that you were to be treated as a guest. Guests don't come below stairs.
- Vera Claythorne: It rather sounds as though you're asking me to leave.
- [Mrs. Rogers says nothing]
- Vera Claythorne: How many more are you expecting, with the Owens?
- Ethel Rogers: We shall know when they arrive.
- Vera Claythorne: And how will you cope, just the two of you?
- Ethel Rogers: Rogers and myself is competent, more than. So, if you please... .
- [she gestures to the door leading to the rest of the house]
- Thomas Rogers: [Vera leaves. Rogers has been watching from the wood room] Well done, girl.
- Vera Claythorne: I'm Miss Claythorne. Are you Mr. Narracott?
- Fred Narracott: There's no one else holdin' the sign, I've already taken two over. Some fussy old maid and some flashy young man. Been in an' outta this harbor like a fiddler's elbow!
- General John MacArthur: Sea dogs. They have their own etiquette.
- Anthony Marston: What are they playing at, huh?
- [Grabs Blore]
- Anthony Marston: What the hell are they playing at, your pals, the Owens?
- Philip Lombard: Calm down Marston, he doesn't even know them. He's not even Davis.
- Detective Sergeant William Blore: I'm Blore. Detective Sergeant. How did you know?
- Philip Lombard: Instinct.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: [after Lombard reveals a canister of cocaine Marston was keeping] Ah. Well perhaps we'll remove the stimulant, out of respect to the family.
- Detective Sergeant William Blore: It's a police matter now, doctor. Same set of rules whether you're posh or not.
- Thomas Rogers: Ah sir, you're ready sooner than we anticipated.
- Philip Lombard: What's up there?
- Thomas Rogers: Just roof space sir. Ah sir, we've been advised the floor isn't particularly sturdy up there. Lest you should make an unexpected entrance into one of the guest bedrooms, by way of the ceiling?
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: I'm sorry, is there a problem?
- Fred Narracott: [Puts down two suitcases] That's as far as my fee will take me, sir.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: [Scoffs] For God's Sake!
- [Takes his suitcase]
- Judge Lawrence Wargrave: [the Judge is too frail to take his suitcase] Davis? Davis?
- [Taps his suitcase with his cane]
- Judge Lawrence Wargrave: If you would please.
- Detective Sergeant William Blore: [Take's the Judge's suitcase reluctantly] Of course.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: [Hands Mrs. Rogers a drink mixed with medicine] Here it's mild, but it will help you sleep.
- [Turns to Rogers]
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: I suspect Rogers there will be questions about our host only you can answer.
- Thomas Rogers: Yes sir.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: A few minutes then to settle your wife.
- [He leaves and listens at the door]
- Ethel Rogers: I told you! I told you!
- Thomas Rogers: Pull yourself together woman! Stop flapping your trap you dosy bitch!
- Vera Claythorne: I'm Miss Claythorne. Are you Mr. Narracott?
- Fred Narracott: There's nobody else holding the sign. I've already taken two over - some fussy old maid and some flashy young lad. Been in and out of this harbor like a fiddler's elbow.
- General John MacArthur: Sea dogs. Have their own etiquette.
- General John MacArthur: Lombard, you sir, are a butcher!
- Philip Lombard: And I'm holding my hands up to it. So either I'm making up a story for dramatic effect, or I'm the only one telling the truth in a room full of liars!
- Emily Brent: What an idyllic evening; the sky! How could one not believe in a Creator? I'm Emily Brent.
- Detective Sergeant William Blore: [They shake hands] Davis.
- Doctor Edward Armstrong: Edward Armstrong.
- Fred Narracott: This way, just up here!
- Thomas Rogers: Good afternoon! Welcome to Soldier Island.
- General John MacArthur: [to the others] Right. Come along then.