All language subtitles for Die Bande des Schreckens The Terrible People (1960) BR

Mr Shelton, is that correct?

Incorrect. I'm Colonel Proudley.

I bet against that.
You've lost this launch, Shelton.

The execution takes place at 8! Everyone
is here, only Mrs Revelstoke is missing.

She says the first glimpse she had
at Shelton will last her whole life.

The priest is still with him.
- The whole business is very disturbing.

After all, one has to respect the last
wish of a man who is about to hang.

Yes, of course.

A weird fellow. Seems to have no remorse.
- This way, gentlemen.

I hearty welcome you.

The Queen's Council
who asks for the death penalty.

And His honour, the judge,
by whom I was condemned,

the bank director
who shot the gun out of my hand,

the idiot who prevented my escape.
- That was just a mere chance.

I didn't mean to hold you.
You ran into me, Shelton.

And Inspector Long
who arranged the traps for me...

and made the arrest.

There is only one missing.
The woman who spoiled my shot.

I'm afraid she was unavoidably detained.
- You must tell her then.

We're listening. Go ahead.
- You want me killed,

and so I'm going to kill you.
One after the other as well as...

the executioner who is waiting for me.
And when the time for you to die has come

you find there is plenty of room in hell.
- I beg you, Shelton,

turn your heart and soul
towards your God.

You want me killed.

But the gallows' hand
will kill you all.

I bet against that, Shelton.

That's right. They call you "The Better".
You'd bet against that.

Alright, gambler Long!

I'll take you on.

Welcome, executioner.
Come and make the bet validly.

Go on, do it!

Hangman of London,
perform your office.

May God pardon you.
- He'd better get a move on then, friend.

Or you'll find my gallows' hand first!

Shelton was a genius in his own way
as a blackmailer, forger and murderer.

It was very difficult to catch him,
because he didn't have any accomplices.

By the way, who shot at you?
- A bloke behind a tree, I bet.

An ex-convict, called Harry, the Razer,
an old acquaintance of mine.

Then I think we can assume that he shot
at you before he got shot himself.

Without straining the mind we can almost
consider it as certain, Sir Archibald.

And this man was then shot dead
by another chap. Who is the other?

Apparently the one who paid him to shoot.
- Do you have an idea who he is?

Might be another old acquaintance of mine.
- It doesn't worry you, all this?

No. Not much. And soon I'm going to
forget my old acquaintances.

Now this case is over. I should attend
the loving arms of my dear old father.

I'm going to try to earn an honest
living in his bank. There you are.

What's this? Your resignation?
- So long, Scotland Yard.

Come in.

The Jones case, Sir.
- Leave it on my desk.

No, no, Long. You're wrong.
This case isn't finished.

Will you think it is rather bad taste
to try and hang a dead man?

Shelton took poison
in the execution chamber.

Impossible, how did he get hold of it?
- Well, could be the priest.

No. No, I think he is off.
- The hangman?

Mmh. Unprofessional in his part. No,
he'd be doing himself out of the job.

So? Who was it?

Yeah? What?

Where? In Landstone Avenue.
Good. Well, do the necessary.

He says the Queen's Council for the
prosecution has had an accident.

Well, Long, what was that
about your old acquaintances?

What's the matter with him?
- He's the photographer...

from criminal records,
got a weak stomach.

Rouch!
- Yes, Sir?

An accident, huh?
- Yes, Sir.

I bet that it wasn't! There is just
one thing wrong in the set up here:

The lorry that hit this car hit it twice.
Make sure your men don't do anything...

to cover over the track.
- Right.

Shelton! Look! Shelton!

What's the matter with you now?
- Look over there, it's Shelton!

Lymmermore, did you see anything
over there? - No, Sir.

Did you photograph Shelton's body?
Yes, unfortunately. I did, Sir.

Why do you say that?
- You can't imagine how it upset me, Sir.

When I only think of it I get weak.
I used to be an animal photographer.

That was jolly! Nice happy doggies,
little snapshots, what a joy that is!

Or sweet little bunnies, but not
any longer. All they want nowadays...

are solid corpses, Sir. That's all.
Anyway, it's a living, I suppose.

Talking of living. Was Shelton dead
the last time you saw him?

Yes, I'm quite sure he was dead.
- And that's that.

But he looked almost as if he'd wake up
again and in that mist he just did it...

and made a sign. He had white hair,
and he gave me a dreadful look.

Wait for me here, Rouch.
- Ah! Sir!

Don't get carried away
by that comic photographer.

His lordship wanted me
to fetch him a little more ice.

It's alright.
- I could have sworn it was...

Even the steady English can imagine
enough to see a ghost occasionally.

Is my father at home?
- His Lordship is in the library, Sir.

Good evening, father.
- Good evening, my boy.

Excuse me, I'm late. I got kept back.
- The champagne has been on ice 6 hours.

Champagne? Why that?
- I thought your resignation from...

the Yard deserves a small celebration.
- This will be a great disappointment...

to you, but it looks
as if I can't resign from the Yard.

You know you are going against my wishes?
- I know, but in this case...

I'm obeying necessity
and not just paternal wishes.

I got to go now, in any case.

I know, father, you never wished me
to join the police, never.

Thank you, Brown.

We can drink to something anyhow.
I have a reason.

I've been pushed up to Chief Inspector.

Due to the arrest of Shelton?
- Yes, and because a few wealthy bankers

feel somehow better than they used to.

By the way, how is it that Shelton
didn't touch your bank while he was at it?

Wrong.
He didn't ever leave me alone.

You bought your way out with this?
- You couldn't call it that.

I'm afraid this is quite private.
It can't concern you.

I would be grateful if you tried
to respect this wish of mine.

The master fuse for the house
had blown, Sir. I installed a new one.

Right there on emergency.
Well done, Brown.

Alright, alright!

I'm coming! Who is calling
at this time of the night?

Who is it?
- The police. Open this door!

Mercy on me!

Good evening. I'm Inspector Long.
I'd like to speak to judge Bennett.

But His honour has gone to bed now.
- I'm still up. Who is it then?

Inspector! You're rather Chief Inspector.
To what do I attribute this pleasure?

The pleasure is all mine, Your honour.
I see you're still alive.

To make sure you remain alive I'd like you
to come with me to Scotland Yard. I don't

want you to end up as the Queen's Council.
- I see. Because I condemned Shelton,

and he threatened me. I'm the last
person intended to be murdered.

I'll be right down.

Broken neck. He is dead.

Sawn through. Take a look in the garden.
Look out for footprints.

Sir! Sir! - Don't tell me
you've seen Shelton's ghost again!

That's right, Sir.
- Did you leave the gates open?

I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not sure.
- Rouch, I know that you're an abstinent.

You're not giving reflects of imagination.
You've been in service too long for that!

Now I'm gonna use scientific methods!
I exterminate this foolish spook!

I am more than worried
about this undertaking, Chief Inspector.

If my superior department
knew of exhuming a body here...

I bet they couldn't care less
that a gangster who was executed lawfully

would suddenly hop out of the grave and go
on a rampage, scaring us all to death.

Where are you going to place it?
I must put my apparatus in place.

Right! Here.

Please... Would you please stand by me
a moment. I'm fighting against it.

It's stupid, of course. But when I see
a body I feel all sort of queer...

and my knees begin to go...
- Rouch! - Sir?

It's all dirty.
- Take off the lid!

Empty!

Full.
- Bricks.

And there's the bill.

Well, what do you know about this?
- Of this? I don't know...

So as usual we have again 3 possibilities:
Either Shelton is dead...

or he's playing to be a ghost in the
neighbourhood, or we are all crazy.

I think that the latter
appears to be the most plausible.

Sir, there's a gentleman to see you.
- But it's almost midnight!

Oh well, the later they come
the greater they are.

Where there's a rope
there is always a hangman. What's wrong?

Sir... I... truly met 2 men.
I was attacked by 2 men!

Sir! Sir!

Didn't any of your clans show you
how a man can be dignified...

when he's getting his neck stretched?
- But they wanted to murder me!

When did this happen?
- I'm going down the road, quietly, Sir.

Yes, from the pub...
- When I was fetched by these two guys...

Did they say anything?
- Yes, Sir.

What did they say?
- The gallows hand, Sir!

Brown, take this chap upstairs
to the green room, will you?

Rouch, please guard his door.
- Thank you, Sir.

Is there anything more, Sir?
- No. No.

Then I bid you good night, Sir.

I want 2 men positioned in front of
Mrs. Revelstoke's house. And send a car,

I want to put someone in protective
custody. Do you wanna know who it is?

You will hardly believe it:
It's the hangman of London.

Rouch, what's going on there?
Open the door! Let's have a look.

Too late.

How do you do? I'm Chief Inspector Long.
May I speak to Mrs. Revelstoke, please?

I telephoned
to say I'm coming.

I see. I... Mrs. Revelstoke.

I telephoned.
- Ah...

Thank you.

Thank you.

It doesn't bite you.
I'm Nora Sanders,

secretary of Mrs. Revelstoke.
Must I raise my hands?

I'm sorry. But to be honest,
that clock has confused me.

What then? The clock or my secretary?

Both of them. - The clock
was bought by my husband in New Zealand.

He was always late. He even met his death
because of a silly miscalculation of time.

Nora, find a large carton, and fill it
with shavings to stick the monster inside.

Yes, Mrs. Revelstoke. - One should
get rid of what one doesn't like.

I decided to send this clock
to Mr. Monkford long ago.

He is a collector. He's a little mad.
Why must your men watch my house?

How did you know that?
- When men with large raincoats...

stand long hours outside watching
the doors as unobtrusively as they can,

even I see the bod, Inspector.
What do you want?

Where will you be on the 19th
of this month?

I know my taxes help to provide you
with a salary, but my private life...

is not your concern at all.
- I believe your life is in danger.

One risks one's life
from the day that one is born, Sir.

You weren't in Shelton's dead cell.
- No, but I've been informed of the news.

By whom?

I even know that you are going to Marlow,
to Mr. Monkford's place.

You are really astoundingly well informed.

Since you seem to think that I need your
protection you've probably decided that...

the others also need protection. You could
take my secretary to Mr. Monkford's place

and give him that awful clock.
- Certainly. I should go by motorboat.

I hope she doesn't get seasick.
- I think that rather depends on you.

Tell me why you don't go by road.
- I want to stop on the way down...

and turn off to Maidenhead
to see the third candidate of protection:

the animal lover Crayley.
- I'm only interested in Monkford.

Tomorrow is his birthday.
- That's on the 15th?

Why? Yes. Wait here.
Be good enough not to upset Nora.

She doesn't know
anything about the gallows' hand.

You can take the clock to Mr. Monkford
now. The Inspector will give you a lift.

I can quite easily take the local train.
- Yes, but this way I save money.

Yes, Mrs. Revelstoke.
- And I shall want to know...

all that happens on your return. Nowadays
for these handsome young fellows it's...

not enough to sit beside a pretty girl.
- I think you don't need to worry.

Mr. Monkford will love this clock.
I wouldn't be at all glad to have this...

Now give it to me a moment,
and then run upstairs and get ready.

In case you're wondering why I don't try
to say a lot, I explain that I'm shy.

I'm timid.
- And nosy.

Have you been long with Mrs. Revelstoke?
- About 4 years.

Much to do?
- It's not too hard.

I file the correspondence
and stay with her all the time,

and whenever she travels, I go too.
- Is she going away on the 19th?

You better ask her herself, Mr. Long.
- I did. She didn't feel like answering.

That means she has a reason,
and so I'd better not answer you either.

Will you hold the boat for a second?
- Alright.

Thank you.

What is it with this little hut?
- Shelton used to own it.

Shelton?
- It was a hideout of his.

The day when you arrested Shelton
I was in the bank.

Shelton never had accomplices to help him.
And when he came here he was alone, too.

I'm sure he's dead. And yet the strings
have broken that I put across the door

of the hut the other day. Listen to me,
Nora, all those who were by the counter

of the bank that day were from that
very moment in danger of their lives.

A motorboat is coming.

Chief Inspector Long and a girl.

Get out of sight!
And take the leopard with you!

Hello, Chief Inspector! Well,
this really is a delightful surprise.

How do you do?
- Miss Sanders, this is Mr. Crayley.

I take Miss Sanders along to Mr. Monkford.
- It is really charming here!

Mind if I go around a little bit?
- Of course not. Go anywhere you like.

You're coming?
- Thank you.

What's the trouble? - Do you have
any plans for the 18th of this month?

The 18th? I'm in Little Heartsease
for golf week. ls it really this serious?

Considering what happened so far, yes.
- Tell me, should I buy a pistol...

or a weapon? I hope that I would know
how to handle such murderous weapons.

What have you got there?
- It was here in the grass.

I suppose my gardener must have left it.
He helped me by trimming the hedges.

Where is he now? - Today is
his day off. I'm completely alone here.

I wouldn't like to scare you,
but this is a throwing knife.

What's that? A throwing knife?
- Yes.

By the way, who are those anglers?
- The anglers... Oh, they asked me

What did they ask?
- They came to ask if they could fish

because my bank is quiet and deserted.
Oh, don't bother Ms. Sanders!

Will you leave that!
- The cloth was the wrong way up.

There was a dirty mark on the table.
So I turned it over...

when the boat was coming here.
I'll go and get some chairs.

May I help you?

Come on out of there with your hands up!
- What are you doing here?

I wanted to snap the animals.
- How did you get in here anyway?

Through the hedge. I thought I was alone.
- What do you mean by it?

Who are you?
- Anthony Edwards. I am...

an animal photographer. He's alright.
Yes. Animal snaps: I'm mad about it!

Be good enough to leave my garden.
- Yes, of course. I quite understand.

Impudence. I'm sorry.
- Miss Sanders, will you go down...

to the boat. We must go now.
It takes all sorts in the world.

Some going to other's people's gardens,
others try to cut the hedge with...

throwing knifes. Let's take me,
for example. I feel my duty is...

to protect you against Shelton.
Tomorrow you'll see 6 instead of 2 anglers

sitting down there. You'll know that
perhaps 4 of them are police agents.

Raincoated men with large newspapers,
chimney-sweeps and baker's boys.

They all devote their greatest efforts
to your personal safety.

Oh, thank you, Chief Inspector.
- So long, Mr. Crayley.

Mr. Crayley is scared, Inspector.

Lay down flat on the floor.
- I'm sure he is a good man though,

because he likes animals.
- I told you lay down flat!

On the floor? Why?

Come, take over.
- What was that? Are you wounded?

I'm not sure. Please pull off my coat,
and look at my shoulder.

It can't be much. No, on this side.
They shot me from that way.

Here!
- No need to get nervous.

A bullet-proof vest!
- Yeah, this summer they're all the rage.

So, you really prefer to be indoors
on a lovely day like this, my friend?

Yes, I do. I don't want to give our marks
another chance. He might decide...

to aim a little higher.
- Why are you so certain that tomorrow,

the 15th, my clock stops once and for all?
- I'm afraid I had a little message...

that's titled: Monkford, the 15th.

I intend to take you to Scotland Yard
and put you in a safe place.

With modern comfort, naturally.

Every time I see you, Mr. Monkford
I can't tell which one you are.

Is there any way
of telling you both apart?

Oh yes. The bank account, Ms. Sanders.
In that we distinguish tremendous.

I'm a school teacher.
Today we're celebrating our birthday.

I go back to Glasgow tonight.
- I have the honour not only to be...

his brother's lawyer, but also that
of Mrs. Revelstoke. And so I know...

the collection of her late husband.
- Oh, Mr. Monkford!

Mrs. Revelstoke has send you
this clock for your birthday.

How good of her.
I've often admired it before at her house.

Allow me to welcome
the charming bearer of this present.

I'm delighted to see you, Ms. Sanders.
- Thank you.

For 3 years now I've been trying
to persuade Ms. Sanders to leave...

her employer. So far, I confess,
I've had no luck. A wonderful clock.

And how does it wind up?
- With the key.

How silly! I'm so sorry,
Mrs. Revelstoke has forgotten it.

Calm down, it's not a disaster.
- But Mr. Monkford, I know this clock.

It will run out tomorrow.
- So, tomorrow it runs down.

If it does then I'll wind it up again
the minute the key arrives.

Well, here we are again.

Yes. You've been really courageous.
That is very nice of you,

but to be quite franc:
I was nearly scared stiff.

No, I mean it. I really do.
You've been extremely brave.

Thank you.
- Alright then, I'll be seeing you.

In the boat you asked me something.
Mrs. Revelstoke and I will leave tomorrow

for Little Heartsease for golf week.
- Aha...

Thank you.
- Not at all.

Miss Sanders!

I almost forgot something.
- Oh?

My friends call me Blacky.
- I'll remember that, Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector Long? I know.
He fell out of the train about 50 miles...

from Glasgow. Perhaps it is remotely
suicide. But I don't think so.

See, when we found him he was still
clutching onto the window strap

with his hand. Alright.

A Mr. Monkford.
- You recognize him?

Yes, it's my twin brother.

I'm glad you appeared here. I'm afraid
you're overstepping your power a little.

It's out of the question
to have Mr. Monkford kept in a cell here.

Must he get murdered, too,
before you believe in The Band of Terror?

Band of Terror and gallows hands...
- I went to Glasgow, Sir Archibald.

This band got hold of Mr. Monkford's
brother. I brought the report.

So he is dead?
- Yes.

I took Monkford to the mortuary
to make the formal identification...

of his brothers body.
He is on his way up here now.

What will we do? What are your plans?
- By every means we must try...

to incite this gang to make a mistake.
I bet they...

Please Long, no betting.
It looks at the moment...

that you may lose your bet with Shelton.

Mr. Monkford!

I'm so sorry. Long has just told me
that this gang murdered your brother.

Yes, instead of me.
- Won't you sit down?

Oh, excuse me a moment.

Hello, yeah?

For you, Long.

Long.

Find out where this is coming from,
and put it over the loudspeaker.

Who is speaking?
- The gallows' hand.

Ah. Shelton and Co. Listen to me.
Yesterday morning I supposed...

that you were an organization
of extremely clever and capable criminals.

Since last night I realized you're stupid.
- Monkford has been a mistake.

I admit my mistake. But you will
never stop making mistakes, Long.

Your biggest was: You have me hanged.
- Better not count your chickens...

before they're hatched. I've had
experiences of having ghosts many times!

Listen to this, "Mr. Better" Long:
Today is the 15th.

Monkford will die on the 17th,
Crayley on the 18th,

and Mrs. Revelstoke on the 19th.
As for you, I'll get you any time I want.

This is Monkford speaking.
- You'll die on the 17th.

At that time I shall be
at the golf week at Little Heartsease.

Just try to liquidate me there! Watch that
I don't catch you! I tear your heart out!

You monster!

I've decided. You help me
revenge my brother's death.

I'm ready to try anything.
- Golf week at Little Heartsease, huh?

Well, Mr. Monkford. Let's risk it.

No, Sir. I'm awfully sorry.
We haven't any rooms left.

Not at all. Goodbye, Sir.

We are the extra personnel.
- I didn't know. My brother...

Mr. Cravel is my brother.
- We are a little too early.

My brother is upstairs
if you wait here half a minute.

It was wonderful today,
wasn't it?

Right. Now this is the apartment
where Mr. Crayley will be. Rouch,

you and Clifford will stay here.
And where will Mr. Monkford be then?

Will you be so good to follow me?
- Richard! 6 men are here.

They say they are the extra personnel.

My chaps, trained as first class waiters.
- Just a minute!

But my guests!
If they notice anything I'll be ruined.

You tell them it's all part of your
service. Now where will Mr. Monkford stay?

This way.

I imagine they would all
like something to eat.

This has been booked by Mr. Monkford.
- 311.

It's just above Mrs. Revelstoke's.
- Ah, a waiting waiter.

Did you do your training
at the sports hotel or at Scotland Yard?

Well then, look after me well, my friend.
Don't forget this though:

If I leave the hotel in a coffin
you will certainly lose your tip.

Don't undo all the trunks. I feel that
at this golf week rain will stop the play.

Ah, Mr. Monkford!
Welcome to the hotel.

I hope you will have a pleasant stay here.
- Thank you. This is my lawyer, Mr. Henry.

Do you think you could find him a room?
- Nothing overlooking the golf course.

It's not so tragic. I stay one night.
- I'll get your key for you.

How do you do, Mr. Monkford?
- Good day, Ms Cravel.

Would you please sign in, Mr. Henry?
Your usual apartment upstairs, Sir.

Mr. Monkford? Can I show you up, Sir?
- No, I know my way up. Thank you.

Just a moment, Sir. I've been attached
to you by Chief Inspector Long.

I see. That's fine.

Did Crayley arrive here yet?
- Not yet, Sir.

Then go in and look around: If anyone
is there, stay in front of the door.

Mr. Monkford's just coming with Mr Henry.
- Good. Yes, Rouch,

it's impolite to go around with the ears
dropping, especially with hearing aids.

That's right.

So we have to see to it that we
don't ever get caught, don't we?

That's right, Sir.
- Prick up your ears, Rouch!

I worked all last night on your last will
in testament. It's quite in order.

So no one else is aware of anything
about this? I don't want even...

the slightest rumour of it to leak out.
If I should live through this.

Of course! The question is who should we
find to act as witness for the signature?

The testament is invalid without this.
I thought of asking someone here:

either Mr Crayley or Mrs Revelstoke.
- No, I asked my valet and his son...

to come here at 7 this evening.
They are trustworthy.

I'm sure they are, Sir.
250.000 pounds is a great deal of money.

If you allow me to say so Mr Monkford: As
your legatee there is no worthier person

than Ms Nora Sanders.
- I've been watching Ms Nora for 3 years

and I've grown extremely fond of her. I've
even played with the idea of adopting her.

She is an orphan.

Well, am I alright?
- You look really lovely, my dear.

All young men will go out of their minds
when you make an appearance.

Clothes make the women.
- Yesterday evening Henry telephoned,

I'm sure he intends to make a proposal.
- That means he's out of his mind.

He is pleasant and he has almost certainly
a lot more money...

than a mere police inspector.

I'm afraid we don't have a lift.
- It doesn't matter at all, we golfers...

have good legs. Hello, Chief Inspector!
- Good evening, Mr Crayley.

It really takes a load off my mind
to see you here.

Nervous?
- Yes, a little.

I must say I'd been rather upset recently.
- This man is attached to you...

and the man upstairs too.
- Thank you. What do you think?

May I come down to dinner this evening?
- Why not?

You really mean that you would
deprive us of your company?

A message from Rouch, Sir.

Well, Inspector, how nice to see you.
- I return the compliment, Madam.

Are you meaning to be dining with us?
- I originally intended to miss it,

but there is a pudding on the menu,
and that's my favourite dish.

Pudding? I felt this week
was going turn out a disastrous week.

A message form Burner, Sir.
- Thank you.

Menacing messages
or are they love letters?

Love letters are always menacing.

You look just terrific in that.
You could be dangerous for a girl.

You can bet your sweet soul
that I can be dangerous.

My dear friends and guests,
allow me to express the sincere wish

that during your 8 days here you will find
everything perfectly satisfactory.

Unfortunately we haven't been able
to install the lift in time.

But I assure you that no effort will be
spared to care for your well-being...

and comfort. To those of you
who are taking part in the golf tournament

I wish you a keen eye
and a sternly stroke.

I was requested to give you this.
- For me? Thank you.

No, I don't wear it. I don't want it.
- Nora, there is many successful marriages

which start with mysterious letters
from a strange man. That ring is lovely.

And you must keep it carefully
until the benefactor makes an appearance.

Henry? Were you the one?
- No, but Mrs Revelstoke!

I swear to you I'm innocent, Mr Monkford.
Although for a long time...

I mean that I've always
admired Ms Sanders.

Do you know whose writing it is?
- No. I think it's horrible anyhow.

Excuse me.

What was in the packet
that our friend Alice kindly delivered?

Do you have to know that?
- I really don't mean to prey on,

but realize that in this situation any
kind of privacy is out of the question.

Alright then, what was in that packet?
- A lovely ring and a note with it.

Yes, and what was in the note?
- Here.

If you do me the great pleasure of wearing
this, it will mean I can have the honour

of laying my life at your feet.
- It isn't even signed.

I don't want to scare you, Ms Sanders, but
in the exhumed murders grave I saw a note

with a list of names and in the hand of a
dead man a note with a list of dates.

Both times I found the paper and writing
exactly the same as this one.

Shelton!
- The gallows' hand, my dear Nora.

I'm afraid you are being dragged
into something nasty. Please trust in me.

You must let me know at once if you feel
that something is suspicious or unusual.

Will you do that?
- Yes.

Alright. You better go back now.

Well, how time flies.

How is your form today, Mr Monkford?
- Pretty good, thanks.

By the way, Alice, give me that note.
That servant of you who left this morning

telephoned you from London.
He'd like you to call him back.

He sounded rather upset I thought.
- Thank you. I'll call him at once.

That's right. I was standing fairly close
and heard him over the telephone clearly.

What else?
- Nothing.

Ah, yes. Mr Henry paid his hotel bill.

I have a generally fine practice.
I can offer you an excellent life.

No, please. That's enough Mr Henry.
- I can give you something worth more...

than money. Security. Do you understand
me? They'll murder Monkford today.

After him they'll kill Crayley
and after him Mrs Revelstoke.

No!
- I love you, Nora.

You've got to marry me. You must!
- I mustn't anything of the kind.

Nora, believe me! Believe me, Nora.
You must say that you will! Oh, Nora!

Oh, Nora!
- What's going on in here?

Excuse me if I scared you.
What just happened is nothing,

but don't ever forget that there are
worst terrors than this in life.

Where is Mr Crayley?
- He just went inside, Sir.

Is Monkford in his room?
- Yes, Sir.

He asked to put a call
through to London, Sir.

Stay where you are, don't touch anything!
- This is dreadful. A murder in my hotel!

It's a catastrophe. I'll be ruined.
- Rouch! A doctor.

Here I am.

This would happen at the one and only
time the hotel is full of customers.

It will cost me my existence!
- Dead. Temple wound from close range.

That came from downstairs!
Nora Sander's room is there!

Quick!

Nora, what in heaven's sake is going on?
- I think something exploded.

Burner, take a look around. Don't worry.
- What on earth is going on?

You might tell me that the police have
planned to practice firefighting, too.

Nora, leave that hopelessly inefficient
person. Pack our trunks at once!

We are leaving now. - Nothing more
than a harmless fire cracker.

That's not enough to knock me off.
- Oh, Mrs Revelstoke!

Don't touch anything.
- I was only putting back the receiver.

What is it, Rouch?
- Oh, it replaces automatically.

I said no one has to touch anything!
- I'm ruined! Every guest in my hotel will

know there has been a murder. Everywhere
the police goes we're in trouble.

Make a check of all the doors and windows,
and double check on Crayley.

There is no sign of weapon anywhere.
- It's your fault. You caused all this!

People just won't come here anymore!
I'm completely ruined!

I step out of business!
I'm going bankrupt!

I'm ruined!

Me too.

250.000 Pounds?
- You can rest assured, Ms Sanders,

that I quite understand your feelings,
especially when I think of the tragic...

circumstances surrounding the decease
of one of my most excellent clients.

He made a point at telling me
how especially he liked you.

I even may say he loved you. I esteem
that you act to my late clients memory...

to accept this request from him.
- Just do what Mr Henry suggests, Nora.

He wants only your happiness.
- Happiness? I proposed to Ms Sanders...

and showed my deepest tender feelings.
I regret I was too nervous then...

to use the correct form.
But now it's just a memory.

The ramifications of this legacy are
necessarily complicated in the extreme,

requiring exact knowledge of the details.
I will therefore strongly advise you to...

favour these documents with your signature.
They authorize me...

to continue to administer
all these affairs.

They are now your affairs, Ms Sanders.
- This all happens so very suddenly.

Can't you see that Nora isn't up
to sign anything at all yet?

Why don't you go upstairs,
lay down, and rest a while?

It will take some time to get used
to the idea that you are an heiress.

There are worse things than richness.
- Thank you.

I'd like to speak to Inspector Long.
- By now he has gone home.

He must know about this.
- Go upstairs, stamp with your feet,

and then come down quietly.

Outside the door you'll find Lymmermore.
He will drive you there.

I don't want to be disturbed.

What is it?

He wanted me to give power of attorney
to him. And in Little Hearsease...

he made an offer of marriage.
- Yes, I heard.

You mean that...
- Yes, news get around quickly.

He behaves so very strangely.
That ring!

Inspector, you got my ring!
- You're wrong, Nora. It's my ring.

The ring you were given is identical.

Yes, exactly, but...

You must have send it.
- No, I have only this ring.

It is a family heirloom. I want you to do
a little investigation and find out...

if Henry send that ring to you.
- What is all this?

We are now both in great danger.
Please don't go anywhere alone.

And I suggest you don't sign any papers
without asking me. Understand?

Do you think they want to kill me?

No, Nora. They won't try to do that.
But I presume they will now try...

to get some kind of grip on you
through blackmail and then...

they'll be able to use you as a decoy
to get me just where they want me.

Then you mustn't consider me.
- Now listen to me.

If you're in danger I'll do anything
to help you, not only because of duty.

Yes?

I wanted to remind you.
- Yes, of course, I must go.

I've been a long time here.

Yes. Please come this way. I'll take you
out through the back entrance.

May I speak to Chief Inspector Long?
- Sir, he is not to be disturbed.

I only wanted him to have the photo
I took of him and Ms Sanders

a few days back in Mr Crayley's garden
where there are all those lovely animals.

I see that you have ignored completely
all my requests to you.

You are going too far my son.

Well, this time I'm not here as your son
but as a police detective.

Here is a receipt from Clay Shelton and
here's a ring that was found around it.

It is exactly the same
as the ring on this portrait.

The exact replica of this ring appeared
suddenly, both in connection with...

Clay Shelton's revenge and with a brutal
murder. You owe me an explanation, father.

I realize that.

Listen, my son.

It was like this...

The conclusion you reached in the calm
of your room is rather humiliating for me.

And it could be understood as mistrust
of my person or my legal abilities...

that you first should request
your father's lawyer for advice.

Nora, be a dear, and come here.
Why ever do you tell lies?

I really can't see...
- Well, now why don't you just say:

"I want a few days to think.
I'm upset and I still need time."

I really need more time.
It's all so suddenly.

That ring for example, that was send
to me anonymously. Now don't be angry...

by mistaking Mr Henry, but I have
the impression you were the sender.

And I would like to take this chance
to give it back.

Are you responsible, Mr Henry?
Or not?

Your impression is not misleading.

I beg to be excused Ms Sanders,
but... I love you.

I respect you as Mrs Revelstoke's lawyer,
but I could never experience...

another feeling for you.
Please let me return your gift.

No. You see, a woman of the world should
never stop men acting idiotically for her.

It wounds the assurance of the man and
destroys the false idea they have of this.

Until you've learned this golden rule I'll
take this ring and look after it for you.

She says the chauffeur is waiting in the
car. It's high time to go to the opera.

You're not supposed to go out!
- Why ever not?

Just because a ridiculous police inspector
forbids it? Come, Henry!

We are going to the theatre.
What do we see, Henry?

Carmen.
- There is a murder in it. So you see,

even the police would go for a bit art!
- Lymmermore!

Is this creature going with us?
- All of us, Madam.

I'm making tea, Sergeant Holder.

Well, what is it?
- I want to see Ms Sanders just a second.

I brought a nice photo for her.
- Ms Sanders has gone out.

"Gone out", you say?
- Move along now, will you?

Go on! How often do I have to tell you?
Move along!

I... I know you!
Why do I know you?

I don't know you, and if I'd seen your
funny face once, I'd never forgotten it.

One never forgets a funny face. That's why
I'm sure I've seen yours somewhere.

So nobody even noticed you went out?
- No, I don't think so.

Thanks for your help, Sergeant Holder.
I'll get the tea and the sandwiches.

I wouldn't say no.

I'll see who it is.

Holder?
- Yeah?

Robert, a contract for you!
- Password?

Sergeant Holder!

Sergeant Holder,
the tea will be cold!

No. Tornbridge. Sergeant Holder
has been called back to the headquarters.

I've got to replace him for a while.
- Will it take long?

Oh, not long. He'll be right back.
- I've made a little tea.

Perhaps you'd like some, too.
- I don't mind.

Feel yourself at home please.
I'll get another cup for Holder.

Help yourself.

This tea has got a funny taste.
- Oh, really?

Yes, it's most peculiar...

That's funny. Sergeant Holder
must still be there. He ought to reply.

I must go, father.

Hello, is anyone there?
- Hello, is anyone there?

Hello? Ms Sanders?

Ms Sanders?

Maybe kidnapping, Sir!
I can't get anything out of her.

She's a deaf mute. We won't find out
much from her. Who gave the alarm?

Mr Edwards...
- Look at this picture!

This angler, we saw at Crayley's,
was here, Sir, dressed up as a police man!

I snapped him before you came.
- Good, you woke up at the right moment.

From now on you can faint
whenever you like.

Yes. What would Britain do
without her photographers?

Now you can shout when you want here.
But I wouldn't recommend it to you.

The Chief doesn't like it.

No! Help, help me!

Help me!

Mr Crayley!
- You are in our power.

We work silently and quietly,
and what we planned to do, we finish.

You must help us liquidate Long. Give me
a straight answer! Will you or not?

No!
- Think it over carefully. If you don't...

help us you won't get out of here alive.
- But why? What have I done?

Don't scream!
- No, you can't do it!

Yes, Nora, we can,
and we will.

Say "yes"!

Damn you, say "yes"!

No, I can't do it! I can't kill anymore.
We must get out of here. If the Chief...

Aren't you the chief?
- Please don't ask. I was forced...

to do this. I'll get you out of here.
I know I'm betraying. But I can't go on...

with all these murders!

The Chief! That's the Chief's boat!
I know it!

He's ramming us!

Nora! Nora! It's me!

Where to?
- To Crayley's place as fast as you go.

Rouch! Look there!

TRAITOR

Crayley. He murdered him!

Look over there,
by the riverbank.

Right, Sir!

My head!

Right there,
further at the bank!

Watch out for footprints!

Bring the boat over here!

This handbag is Mrs Revelstoke's.
Nothing inside.

Two men over here!

They may have weighed
Mrs Revelstoke's body.

The water is thickened with slime!
Since I couldn't find you I went here

to arrange everything.

Inspector, does Mrs Revelstoke
have any next of kin?

Yes. Why ever did they want to rob her?
- We found him!

Here he is! Over here, Sir!

Can you talk to us, Mr Henry?
- Yes.

Do you remember? You went to the opera
with Mrs Revelstoke.

With the taxi.
The chauffeur stopped suddenly.

Then he turned to us...
After all I'm not certain. Oh, my head!

You are not certain.

You're quite sure that old Lady Revelstoke
had the ring in her handbag when she left?

Yes. In her black one.
Have you found Mrs Revelstoke's body?

It seems the water
is rather deep and slimy.

Sir, excuse me. My patient was send
to this hospital today by a mistake.

The psychiatric clinic has been told.
They'll soon come for her.

We have a delicious foretaste of what
will happen to me. Much more of this...

and I'll be their patient.
- Come closer, Blacky.

You mustn't blame yourself of all this.
I'm sure you did all you possibly could.

Really, Blacky.

You look completely exhausted.
You shouldn't work so much.

The ring, that's the answer. Where the
ring is I'll find the mob of criminals.

Shall I?

No, I will.

Yes, what? My father.

Yes, it's me.
What? Who wants to see me?

Well?

I didn't know where I could find you.
That's why I asked your father.

That was rather smart of you.
- Can I speak to you in private?

Father, will you please go back to where
I just come from? - I will go at once.

So the battle moves to the drawing room.
The enemy comes to the house.

Do I look dangerous
without the evening dress?

Let's be honest. What do you know?
- You are not Cravel's sister,

and your name is certainly not Alice.
You're Ruth Lester.

You were the girlfriend of Crayley.
- That's not the whole story.

You were send to kill me, I suppose?
- No. Your time is tomorrow.

I've been well trained.

Over here! A photo flash.
You see, I kept my eyes shut,

so I wasn't dazzled by it. I could have
killed you and walked out easily.

Well, I'm glad you didn't.
I would have lost my essential faith...

that girls are often angels.
- I loved Crayley, and he loved me.

They made us work for them.
- Who are they?

And afterwards, when he couldn't bear it
anymore, he was cold-bloodedly murdered.

Inspector Long, you are the only man
I can turn to.

I must warn you to get Ms Sanders
out of that clinic. There isn't any place

There isn't any place safer than there.
- For this guy no one is safe!

Sister Mary asked me
to bring you the currant juice.

The assistant medical
director asked for her. - Thanks.

Wait a moment.

Follow this car. Hurry up!

She's sleeping and dreaming of you.

Be careful! Why so excited?

What did you get for that nonsense?
- 50 pounds, they weren't stingy.

What's wrong? Am I not your type?

Exchange, please? Hurry up!
Please connect me with Whitehall 1212!

Today it's my turn!
- You will forget about immediately.

Where do you come from?
- From London.

What did you do there?
- I ordered for a garland.

Now we're going to call your darling.
Where is he?

I've asked you where he is!
- Certainly he has realized the bluff,

is sitting and praying in Scotland Yard.
- So answer promptly the next time!

Please connect me with London,
Whitehall 1212.

Ah, Scotland Yard! Can I please
speak to chief inspector Long?

Actually, he is there.

Chief inspector Long?
Nice to speak you finally!

I discovered something very important!
Can you come right now?

To Little Heartsease?
- Yes, I...

Don't come here, Blacky!
- Nora!

Cravel is a fool.
He should have gagged Miss Sanders.

But now, she won't disturb us any longer.

Come here, if you want to help Miss
Sanders. Ring the bell of the portal.

But don't come alone! Otherwise, you
won't recognize Miss Sanders again,

when you will find her.
- He put on the receiver!

I'm not asking you whether you will drive.
Good luck, boy!

The boys are really good, aren't they?

Now I can completely give up, I think.

Open your eyes and your ears, then you
learn something. But please remember:

Crying won't help you!

Traitor and lover of a traitor...
You are going to die!

No! No! Don't kill me!

You murderers! You devils!

You murderers! You devils! You murderers!

The construction of a lift is suitable,
but there can also occur accidents.

A little mistake and..
- I rather fear that the chief inspector

will lose his bet.
- Because if there is any carpet over it,

he won't discover the hole in the bottom.
- And if he's not doing this mistake,

then: hocus-pocus, one can hear
a shot coming from the receiver.

The chief inspector gets a call from
Scotland Yard and then

pushing the talk button...
- Then he will know, how Monkford died.

He will come, but to avoid to
make you too happy,

I now will you...

Yes, after that you can sleep very well.

I'm leaving! Please cover the shaft!

Good evening. I open you promptly.
- Shall I come without weapons?

Oh no, you can really carry your pistol
with you.

Welcome here in my house,
chief inspector.

Where is Nora Sanders?
- She's here.

Good evening, Wetter Long.
- Where is Nora?

Asleep. My brother Henry is watching her.
Don't you want to say "good evening"?

Good evening, Richard Shelton, son of
the forger and murderer Clay Shelton!

Ah, you know already.
You are a crafty guy!

Now there is only missing the 3rd brother:
animal lover Crayley aka Jackson Shelton,

who gave the pistol to his father
in the bank. Did he have an accident?

No, not an accident.
It was poetic justice.

And your father? Clay Shelton?
- Room 311. But you know it!

Monkford has also used it.
So come on!

Please.

Please, dear Long.
- Nora!

Stop! Good evening, Mr. chief inspector.

Forget about, Henry, he knows already.
He is just a crafty guy!

They killed judge and public prosecutor!
- Not to speak about Mrs. Revelstoke.

We don't use our guns, I thought,
or was I wrong?

Oh no!

I think she's not very well. One should
have avoided the whole trouble to her.

Who's there?

Please open.
- One moment! I look for the key!

Please come in.
- Please excuse that I come so late,

but chief inspector Long... is he in?
- Chief inspector Long? Please follow me.

I saw him passing by car and followed him.
I want to ask him for his recommendation,

because of holidays, as I could do a very
big service to him yesterday.

I have to relax myself very soon!
- Okay, don't hesitate, go to relax!

Yes, hello?

Henry.
- What's the matter?

He's not downstairs.
- Who?

Long! Only his pistol.
- He must be lying downstairs!

Look, he lives!
He is somewhere in the house. Come on.

It's impossible. I knocked him down!
- Whom?

A man looking for Long. He disappeared!
- There I can see something.

Glasses.

They belong to him?
- No, he has no glasses.

So...
then there must be someone else here!

So look upstairs!

No.

No. No.

No, no, not upstairs! Turn around!
And now hands up!

And now down!

Come on, go on!

So hurry up!

Who has helped you?
- As I already said, you are beginners!

If you use a lift shaft as a trap,
first of all you have to be aware

that there is no hook,
where a carpet can be stuck.

Shall I continue?
- No!

Let's make it short.
- The Chief gave precise instructions.

Come on, upstairs!

Who's speaking?
- Go out of the line! Out, I say!

Yes, it's the chief speaking.

Flying squad?
Come very soon in the gulf hotel Cravel.

Highest state of danger!

But...this is the father!
Excuse me, Sir.

Now you become witness and victim as well
of a very interesting experiment.

Being criminologist,
you will die with the

knowledge of a new trick.
Stop!

You can let your hands down.
May I ask you to enter?

What have you done with Nora?
- This has nothing to mean for the moment.

I'd like to tell you how Monkford
was killed. That's interesting.

The day Monkford should die...

Oh, a call at this time?

Hotel Cravel. Ah, Scotland Yard!

Yes, chief inspector Long is here with me.
One moment, please. It's for you.

Sir Archibald.
- Do you allow?

Of course but please care about the hole,
it had nearly caused an accident.

So come on.

Long.

Hello! Hello!

Excuse me, don't forget to push
the talk button.

Ah, yes.

Very good, how you learned this trick.
- Thanks a lot.

Since when do you know that?
- Since now.

It's because danger increases guardedness.
Suddenly it was clear to me,

how your brother made this.
- Ah, what do you think?

He just changed the receiver.
Like this!

Help! Help! I want out of here!
Let me out! Let me out!

Shelton!

Shelton is dead, he only is not lying,
where we were looking for him. I'm sure,

that there are no ghosts!

Good evening, Mrs. Revelstoke!

Mrs. Revelstoke!

With her 3 sons avenger of a hanged man.

The wife of murderer Clay Shelton!
- Right. Divorced Lady Godley-Long.

Or do you mind that I mention
this dark point in your life?

No... I don't mind any longer.
- Only for 6 weeks I was his wife.

Then there was Shelton.

And he showed me, that you have to think
about anything else in life before.

Poison.

Oh my god! Again a dead body.
Now it's really enough...

Chief inspector!
- Great! 200 prints for me!

As you like it, Sir.
- That's too much! 2 prints are enough!

Edwards, I advise you...
Nothing will be changed!

But think of our descendants! 10 children,
100 grandchildren, 1.000 great-grand...

Stop!
- I bet!

Good bye!
- Good bye!

Yes, this causes pleasure!