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The mysterious voice that accuses the invited guests of their specific crimes is an uncredited Christopher Lee.
All movie versions of "Ten Little Indians" are based on the stage play by Agatha Christie and not the novel. While the identity of the murderer is the same in each version, who survives the murderer's plot is different.
Producer Harry Alan Towers was unable to film in the U.K. due to an outstanding arrest warrant, so he made this in Ireland. To save costs, he eschewed using Ardmore Studios and leased a rundown mansion, Kenure House, in Rush, Co. Dublin, as his base.
Original release prints included a "Whodunit Break", a sixty-second recap of previous events, after the last two characters discover the body of Mr. Owen's eighth victim. The Whodunit Break is missing from most subsequent prints.
The poem: Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine. Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were Eight. Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were Seven. Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six. Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were Five. Five little Indian boys going in for law; One got into Chancery and then there were Four. Four little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three. Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were Two. Two little Indian boys were out in the sun; One got all frizzled up and then there was one*. One little Indian boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none. (*In some versions Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun; One shot the other and then there was one.)
"Det. William Henry Blore: Now come the alibis! What's yours, doctor? Dr. Edward Armstrong: I resent that, Blore! I am a professional man! Judge Arthur Cannon: My dear doctor, that proves less than nothing. Doctors have gone mad before. Judges have gone mad. So have policemen, and, if I may say so, [smiling at Ilona] Judge Arthur Cannon: even actresses. Ilona Bergen: Frequently. In fact, some say the sane ones are in the minority."
"Mike Raven: [At the dinner table] Now how does that old song go? General Mandrake: My dear sir, what old song? Mike Raven: Well, you know sir, uh, the old nursery rhyme "The ten little Indians. There's a copy of the rhyme hanging on the wall in my room upstairs. Hugh Lombard: That's funny. There's a copy in my room, too. Ann Clyde: And mine. Mike Raven: Well then, who's with it? Who's got the first line? Ann Clyde: Ten little Indians went out to dine, / One choked his little self, and then there were nine. Mike Raven: That's it. Strictly nurseryville. Then what happened? Ilona Bergen: Nine little Indians, staying up quite late, / One went away, and then there were eight. Ann Clyde: There's a copy of the song on the piano in the lounge, too. Mr. Owen seems very interested in little Indians. Mike Raven: [Scene moves to the lounge] Eight little Indians travelin' to Heaven, / One met a pussycat, then there were seven. / / Seven little Indians choppin' up sticks, / The chopper finished one of them, and then there were six. / / Six little Indians playin' with the hive, / A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five. / / Five little Indians goin' in for law, / One got Chancery and then there were four. / / Four little Indians feelin' all at sea, / A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three. / / Three little Indians walkin' in the zoo, / A big bear hugged one, then there were two. / / Two little Indians sittin' in the sun, / One gets all frizzled up, then there was one. Ilona Bergen: [General Mandrake slams something on the table] It's alright, General. He's down to his last little Indian. Mike Raven: One little Indian boy left all alone, / [holding his finger to his lips] Mike Raven: Shh... / So he went out and hanged himself, and then there were none. General Mandrake: And now, sir, will you be good enough to cease that infernal noise? Mike Raven: My public - bless them! General Mandrake: Wonderful."
