Seven guests, one newly hired secretary and two house servants find themselves stranded and alone in a mansion on a remote island at the invitation of “U.N. Owen.”

After dinner, one of the servants plays a record and the voice on it accuses each of murder. One by one they end up dead, and after each death a ceramic Indian figurine is found broken off of the peculiar table display in the dining room. Early on they realize the deaths are relatable to an old minstrel song called “Ten Little Indians” (lyrics below). Can they find the killer before there are none? Based off of the novel by Agatha Christie.

The eight guests traveling to their hosts mansion.

Will this be the end?

Ten Little Indians

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 traveling 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 in 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 sitting in the sun;

On got frizzled up and then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone;

He went and hanged himself and then there were none.