:36:01
I have to take care
of the poor dear now.
:36:04
Are you all right, Miss Withers?
Do you want your medicine now?
:36:18
She's off. I could use
a good, stiff shot, Mr. Charleston.
:36:22
I believe booze, as you call it,
is your department.
:36:26
-My pleasure, madam.
-Who's the old geezer?
:36:31
Jessie, baby!
:36:34
-You have a bullet hole in your back.
-You should see the other guy.
:36:40
Quiet, please.
:36:42
Observe strange sound.
:36:49
My God, it's the face.
It's coming from the face.
:36:55
He's going through
his final moments.
:36:58
-What could it mean?
-It means dinner, sir. We have no gong.
:37:11
Ladies and gentlemen,
l'd like to make a toast.
:37:14
Our host, Mr. Lionel Twain,
is indeed a most unique man.
:37:19
One:
He's succeeded in gathering...
:37:21
...the world's greatest detectives...
:37:24
...to investigate a crime
not yet committed.
:37:27
Two: He's set traps for us:
:37:29
A bridge that almost collapses,
falling statues.
:37:32
Does he mean to kill us?
:37:34
Not yet. He could've done that
at any time.
:37:37
He's merely trying to whet
our appetites for the game.
:37:41
Three: Why five detectives
instead of one?
:37:45
Because he intends
to take us all on...
:37:48
...a feat that no criminal mind
has yet attempted.
:37:52
Before this hellish
weekend begins...
:37:55
...l propose that we toast...
:37:57
...to either a most beguiling
and charming man...