All language subtitles for 1941 The Black Cat

- Oh, stop it, Richard.

Sounds like a funeral dirge.

- So what?

This waiting is getting on my nerves.

- How is she, Doctor?

- You'll be pleased, I'm sure,
to know that Mrs. Winslow

is still violating all
the laws of science.

She should be dead, but
she's very much alive.

- Oh, I'm so glad.

- We all are.

- Yes, of course.

- Well, I must be getting back to town.

- Thank you for everything, Doctor.

Abigail will get your coat for you.

Oh Ab...

- As an antique dealer, Mr. Penny,

what do you think of this road?

- Oh, I'd hate to meet the
worms that made those holes,

woohoo.

- Well, we're almost there.

- I still think we should
wait until after the funeral.

- No, Hartley hasn't got a
sentimental bone in his body.

He told me this morning, it
was only a matter of minutes

before Henrietta Winslow's death,

and if I wanted to make
a deal for the estate,

I better bring an offer
from my client tonight.

- It's shocking, shocking.

- What do you mean, selling that house

while the dead rattler's still rattling?

- Precisely.

- Hartley's a bit of a rattler himself.

- Are you sure the relatives
wanna sell the furniture too?

- Wanna sell it?

They're so anxious to cash in and get
out,

we'll be lucky if they
don't leave the body there.

- Terrible, terrible.

Everybody's money mad,
everybody's money mad.

Including me.

- Well, here we are.

Money in the bank for
me, antiques from cellar

to attic for you.

- I hope
they're in bad condition.

People always pay double for
antiques supporting the part.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Are you sure this is the place?

- Sure I am, this house
is over 100 years old,

I used to play around
here when I was a kid.

- Yeah, well, it didn't
stunt your growth.

- Oh, you talk as if the place
was haunted or something.

Come on, let's ring for Eduardo.

- Oh, what's that, what's that?

- "That house is doubly blest

"Which to the feline friend gives rest."

- Oh, poetry,
that's beautiful, beautiful.

- That's what Mrs. Winslow says.

But as kids, we used to say
"in her hats are many bats

"for spending all her dough on cats."

- Ole.

- Hi Eduardo, you haven't changed a bit

since last time I saw you.

- Terrible thing, terrible.

- Oh, he means it's a terrible
thing about Mrs. Winslow.

Eduardo, open the gates, come
on, open 'em up, open 'em.

- No.

- Pals from way, way back.

- These gates stayed locked
since car killed cat.

Mrs. Winslow's orders.

- Now Eduardo, I'm not a man
to bicker over a small thing,

I'll let that go.

Open the pedestrian gates, I
have a date with Mr. Hartley.

Come on, Penny.
- Yeah.

- Go on, go on, go on.

- I thought you told me
this deal was all set.

- It's in the bag like
I told you in the car.

Dough in the bank for
me, antiques for you.

I got a check right here for
$25,000, and Mr. Hartley said--

- This place will never be sold.

Never!

- Well, you can't kill a guy for tryin'.

Or would you?

Boy.
- Oh.

Looks like it's been raining
cats and cats around here.

You see?

You're catching cold, you
shoulda put your overs on.

I oughta tell your mother.

- It isn't a cold.

Cats, Eduardo was right,
I'm allergic to 'em.

Every time I get close to
a cat I start coughing.

- I hope they've scratched
up all the furniture.

I'll make a fortune if they did.

- And outta here before they want
dessert.

Well, this is it.

Must be that vitamin B1
I been takin' lately.

- Knock a little harder, maybe
the hinges will come off.

- Here comes Abigail, housekeeper.

- I hope she isn't like Eduardo.

- Abigail, don't worry
about her, she's a sweetie.

Hello, sweetheart, how are you, Abby?

- Miss Abigail, please.

Go away.

We don't like you.

- A lovers' quarrel.

- Now wait a minute, Miss Abigail.

- You threw rocks at the cats.

- He did, you did, oh,
shame on you, shame on you.

- That was 15 years go!

- I don't care if it was yesterday.

Go away.

- What a puss, like a lemon rinse.

- What did you say?

- Who, me?

- Yes, you, little man.

- Oh, I said what a
puss, a puss, a pussycat.

Here pussy, pussy, pussy.

Here pussy, pussy, pussy.

What's the matter, don't
anybody like you around here?

- They love me.

But you got to expect treatment
like that from servants.

Naturally they don't
wanna see the house sold.

- I thought you told me
the deal was all set.

- Leave everything to
little Gilly, will ya?

The tougher the opposition,
the harder I hit the line.

- Supposing you fumble.

- Not a chance.

Now look, I'll tell you what we'll do.

Reverse our field, go around left end,

and get in the back way.

The deal will be set like that.

- What is that?
- Where?

Oh, over there?

That's the crematory.

- Crematory?
- Yeah, for the cats.

Come on, I'll show you.
- The cats?

- Sure, everything around
here is for the cats,

that's why the place has gone to the
dogs.

- Oh, that's pretty bad.

I'm glad I didn't say that, woohoo.

- You wouldn't believe it, would
ya?

- I don't.

Woohoo.

Are we alone, are we alone?

- Sure we're alone, stop worrying.

Oh, old lady Winslow considers a black
cat

a symbol of death.

And here's the furnace.

She had it made big enough
so that when she dies,

she can be cremated
here and have her ashes

put with the cats.

Beautiful thought, beautiful thought.

- Oh, those urns.

Oh, a Ming.
- Yeah?

- Second Dynasty.
- Oh, that's bad, huh?

- Oh, that's good.

- Oh, well this is only the beginning,

they got some Ming stuff in
the house that'll kill you,

come on.

- Woohoo, woohoo.

- That's it, that's it.

- The old
lady stay here all alone?

- Alone?

Why, she's got more
relatives hanging around

than a dead sheep has vultures,

all trying to get their
hands on her dough.

- Another false alarm.

- Now Richard, that's no attitude to
take.

The important thing is
that your grandmother's

out of danger.

- Do you expect me to believe that,
Monty?

You're disappointed and you know it.

- Grandmother, what are
you doing out of bed?

- I wanted to be in the
bosom of my loving family.

- Well you go
right back to your room.

You're still a sick woman, you know.

- Elaine, that's no way
to talk to your grandmother.

- Stop the apple polishing, Monty.

Grandmother isn't gonna
loan you any money.

- What do you mean,
talking to me like that?

- Keep quiet.

- That's her, Henrietta Winslow.

- She's dead?
- Yeah.

No no no, she's fooled 'em again.

She's got more lives than her cats.

- Oh, I can't wait that long.

Come on, let's go.

- Wait a minute, come here.

- This must be a sad
occasion for all of you.

You came to bury me, and now you feel

you have to stay and praise me.

Since my paralysis,
you've all come running

to my bedside every time
I had a stomachache.

Well, I've decided to read my will

and set your minds at rest.

- You're being impossible, Grandmother.

- Don't interrupt.

I, Henrietta Winslow,
being of sound mind and...

You'll see that I am of
sound mind, Margaret,

when I get to you.

Being of sound mind,

and sensible of the uncertainty of life,

and desirous of disposing
of my property and affairs,

do hereby make the following bequests.

To my devoted niece, Myrna Hartley,

I will and bequeath the sum of $100,000.

- Oh, thank you, Aunt Henrietta.

- That's all right, my dear.

You've been less trouble than the rest.

To Montague Hartley, my niece's husband,

in appreciation of his
loyal devotion to his wife,

I bequeath $10,000.

- That's most generous of
you, Henrietta, thank you.

- He should've been an actor.

To Richard Hartley, my
niece Myrna's stepson,

I bequeath $10,000 to
enable him to continue

with his chemical research.

- Why that's very kind
of you, Grandmother.

- To my granddaughter, Margaret Gordon,

I bequeath $100,000.

Not because she merits any
consideration on my part

or needs the money, but because I know

she would call me insane
and try to break my will

if I neglected her.

- That's a little
far-fetched, Grandmother.

- Is it?

Remember, walls have ears.

To my grandson, Stanley Graybill,

I bequeath likewise
$100,000, as consolation

because he did not inherit
any of the brilliant

architectural sense of his father,

who did such excellent work
in reconstructing this home

to suit my whims and fancies.

- Well, some consolation prize.

I'm getting more out of
the estate than Father did.

- Suspense is killing Elaine.

- Tomorrow faithful
gardener, Eduardo Vigos,

I bequeath $5000.

To my granddaughter
Elaine, I bequeath my home

and the 50 acres of land
on which it is situated,

as well as the residue of my estate.

- Thank you, Grandmother.

I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize for anything.

You inherited your selfishness from me.

That's why I'm favoring you.

- Favoring's rather a mild word, isn't
it?

Why, the furnishings
alone are worth as much

as the house and grounds.

- Did you hear what she
said about the furniture?

- Yeah, but you can't buy the furniture

while she's still alive.

- While there's like there's hope.

As long as we can't
deal with the relatives,

maybe we can talk Henrietta into
selling.

- A. Gilmore Smith, I'd
know that cough anywhere.

- Gil Smith, come in here!

- Get back there and keep outta sight.

I'll get the lowdown.

- My, how you've grown.

- I've gotten a little heavier,
too.

- Yeah.

You all remember little Gil Smith.

- How are you, everybody?

Don't get up.

Hello, Elaine, I heard you were in town,

I kinda hoped I'd see you around.

- I've been meaning to look
you up, Gil, really I have.

I was gonna make you buy me
a sundae at Miller's Malts--

- Pardon me.

- Had one with me.

But it seemed important.

- Oh, no no, I guess I'm not in

as good condition as I used to be.

- I think you look grand.

- Put her here, Mr. Smith.

- Oh, hi, Mr. Hartley.

- Glad to see you.

- Glad to see you too.

Oh, sure, sure, I get it.

- Gil, I want a word with you.

The rest of you can go
away, and talk about me

behind my back.

But don't wander far.

There are still a few details
you might be interested in.

Montague, you'll stay.

- Here.

And don't throw it away again.

Eduardo says you're ruining his plants.

- I won't.

But I'd like you to taste it first.

- You don't trust anyone, not even me.

- Sit down.

Now then, Gil, don't deny it.

The only thing that would
bring you here, among my cats,

is an offer for the house, right?

- Well, I...

- So you couldn't wait.

You tried to sell me out on my deathbed.

- Now Henrietta.

It was because you were ill,
and to spare you the trouble.

Mr. Smith insisted that there
was an exceptional offer,

so I consented to see him on
your account, isn't that right?

- Yes, no, I--

- Stop stammering.

So long as you've made the trip here,

I'll listen to your proposition.

Has your client got the money?

- Are you kiddin'?

Here, hold this.

I got a check right here in my pocket

for $25,000 as a deposit.

Listen, "paid to the order
of the estate of Henrietta"

"Winslow."

- The estate of Henrietta Winslow.

- The wording is a little premature.

- Get out of my sight.

- But Henrietta--
- Get out!

Gil, I'm sorry to spoil
a good dealing for you,

but I'll never sell my home.

- Now Henrietta, listen.

This is a golden opportunity.

It's not every day you'll find a client

nuts enough to buy this place,

I mean nuts enough about
the place to buy it.

- That come outta me?

Woohoo.

Oh.

As old as me.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, this is a very good copy.

I could make it look like a real
antique.

All it needs is a few wormholes.

I'll fix it up in a minute, here.

There's a hole for many worms.

- Henrietta, listen, will ya?

- Gil, you're an ambitious
boy, and I like you for it.

But don't hope for Elaine.

- Why not?

- Elaine takes after me, and that means

she'll never marry any man without
money.

- I don't believe it.

And besides, how am I gonna make any
dough

if you won't listen to reason?

What's the matter, ,
I'll fix it for you.

Lean forward a little.

That's it.

There, is that better?

- That's better.

Thank you.

- Come on now, Henrietta.

Drink your milk.

- Oh, no.

I detest the stuff.

You drink it, Gil.

- You drink it, it's good for ya.

- It's only good for hair and
teeth, and mine are false.

- Pardon me, is Elaine around?

- Yeah, she went in there.

Let's get down to business now, come on.

- Just for that lie,
you'll drink every drop.

- Oh no.

- Oh, please.

I don't want Abigail nagging at me.

- I'm not kidding with this cough.

Those cats, they kill me.

I don't know how you can pass up

an opportunity like this, Henrietta.

Honestly I don't.

Only comes once in a lifetime.

After all, I am only interested
in your welfare, you know.

- Oh, now you
sound like one of my relatives.

- But I mean it.

Now you would be happier in
a little apartment in town,

wouldn't ya?

- Could I take my cats with me?

- Well--

- Ah, you see.

It's no sue, Gil.

I've built my life around this house.

And I've added a shrine
as a final resting place

for my pets.

And when my time comes, I
want to join them there.

- That's final?

All right, but I don't have to drink

your milk for you, here.

Come on, come on, now take it.

That stuff is poison to me.

Don't drink that!

- Gil!

- When I said poison, I meant it, look!

- Oh, the poor, poor kitty.

- That could've been you, or me!

- No difference.

The life of the smallest
animal is as sacred as our own.

- Yeah?

Evidently nothing is very sacred

to one of those relatives of yours.

- Well, whoever it was
would've had an awful shock

if I had died.

They were so satisfied with what

they thought they were going to get,

that they didn't wait to
hear the end of the will.

- I thought I broke in on the end of it.

- You broke in, but not at the end.

There was another clause,
a most important one.

Nobody inherits a penny until
Abigail and the cats are dead.

- Look, you better read that
to the rest of the family

before something else happens around
here.

I'll get 'em.

Look, stay here.

And don't drink anything!

Eddie!

- Poor child.

Well, come along, we'll
join your ancestors.

- Richard, Elaine!

Mr. Penny, what are you doing?

- I couldn't help it.

This poor, innocent, sweet girl,

innocent as the day is long.

Look how she's been framed.

- Look, the deal hasn't been set yet,

so will you cut it out?

- I don't have to cut it
out, I've can rip it out.

See that?

- Elaine!

- Goodbye, little friend.

So it must be with all of us.

How did you know about that?

No.

- Gil!

- Did you hear that scream?

- It came from in there.

- Grandma, Grandma!

She must've fallen on it.

Poor dear.

A black cat.

Where could it have come from?

- Probably wandered
out from the house.

- No, Grandmother never allowed
a black cat on the place.

- Henrietta knew that whom
a black cat follows, dies.

- You're crazy, I hope.

- You'll see.

You'll see.

It's going up to the house.

- Under the circumstances,
it will not be necessary

to hold a formal inquest.

When I return to my office, I will issue

a death certificate.

- Thank you, Coroner.

An inquest would be
distressing for the ladies.

- The accident was most unfortunate.

My heartfelt sympathies to you all.

She was a fine woman.

- Come, she wanted the services
to be brief and simple.

- Poor Henrietta.

- Yes, I'm wondering how long it'll take

to probate the will too.

- Really, Margaret, how
can you say such things?

- Well, it's true.

The sooner the lawyers settle the
estate,

the sooner we can get out of this barn.

Gives me the creeps.

- My dear man, you will have
to trust me, that's all.

I assure you, you'll have every
cent before the week is out.

The only reason I've
delayed so far is because

a certain business deal's
been hanging far, so to speak.

But now it's all settled, and,

yes, yes, you have my word.

You know, I've been thinking...

Abigail, with your keen
ears, you ought to be able

to hear there's someone at the front
door.

I don't we see why we tolerate
that woman any longer.

- Hello, Abby, how you feelin'?

I been worried about you.

- My health is perfect.

- Nevertheless, I still
been worried about you.

Look, I can't get it out of my mind

that somebody tried to poison Henrietta.

Why don't you move into
that apartment in town

I told her about and I'll
sell this place for you?

You'd be a lot safer there.

- Are you implying that
Henrietta was murdered?

- If she hadn't cremated
the cat, I could prove it.

- Ah, good morning, folks, good morning.

- Mr. Penny.

- Has he been here all night?

- Search me.

Hey Penny.
- What?

- You been here all night?

- Oh yes, I was all over the place.

I spent the night in there,
had a lovely night's sleep,

had a nice shower this
morning, had my breakfast.

There's no more eggs, I
ate the last two.

Sometime .

- What have you done to that footstool?

- I'll take care of that now.

It's good as new in just a minute.

Let me see here.

Oh, woohoo, look at that.

Don't mind, don't worry about that,

a little iodide'll take
care, a little iodide.

I'm always botching myself
on the finger with--

- Oh!

- Oh, I beg your pardon, just a moment,

I'll take care of that, just a minute.

A little cleaning fluid,
that's all you need,

take it out just like magic.

Can't get it open.

Got my pliers here, that'll
open it up in a second.

Oh, they're stuck too.

Mm-hmm, have to get a
little get a little oil.

- All right then, call her in.

- Let's get it over with.

- Just leave it to me.

- No oil, hmm.

This is clogged up a little bit.

Well, this wire'll take care of it.

- Abigail.

Will you come in here a moment, please?

- If you know what's good for you,

you'll get this mess cleaned up but
quick.

- Oh, Abigail, Elaine has
decided to sell the house.

Therefore your services
will no longer be needed.

It's her wish that you
pack and leave immediately.

- Elaine can speak for herself.

- I'll see that you're
well provided for, Abigail.

- Thank you, I'll remember that.

But I won't be needing
your charity, Elaine.

I'm the one who's giving the orders now.

- Well, of all the impertinence.

- See, Henrietta told me just
before her accident that--

- Why don't you mind your own
business and get outta here?

- Relax Junior, you remember me,

I'm the guy with the client
that wants to buy this place.

- Richard, please.

- Elaine can't dispose of this house.

None of you can.

I have the say now.

- Abby, let's you and I talk business.

Now listen, I got a
cashier's check for $25,000

right in here--
- Go away.

Do you recognize this, Mr. Hartley?

- Uh-uh-uh, don't touch, dynamite.

- That's Henrietta's will.

Give it to me at once.

- No, I'll read it, and I'll
begin where Henrietta left off.

"However, considering the
comfort and companionship

"given me by my cats, none
of the preceding bequests

"shall apply so long as
my faithful housekeeper,

"Abigail Doone, lives,
provided that she accepts

"the guardianship of the estate

"and administers it for the benefit

"of the aforementioned cats."

- Of course, Henrietta was
out of her mind, yeah, sure.

- Maliciously insane.

- What are we
going to do about it?

- Nothing.

- Of course we'll do
something.

We'll get a lawyer.

- If Grandmother could only see us now.

She wouldn't be the least surprised.

She knew what a rotten lot we were.

Abigail and the cats deserve
Grandmother's inheritance

a lot more than we do.

- A pretty speech, Elaine,
but if it was meant

to form a bond between us, it failed.

I have only this to say.

- Oh, you mean before you and
I get to talking business.

Go away.

- Pack and leave, the lot of you.

- We'll do nothing of the kind.

We'll relinquish none of our rights.

Henrietta was insane.

We'll take the necessary steps
to have her will set aside.

- I'm for that.

- It shouldn't be very difficult.

- If you think it best, Monty.

- I do.

I'll leave for town at once
and consult my attorneys.

- Why don't you telephone
them, Mr. Hartley?

- The rest of you remain
here, and remember,

possession is nine points of the law.

- You'll leave, all of you.

You'll go.

You'll see.

Now what have you done?

- I was just trying to
light that lamp over there,

so I guess I must've
bumped into this table.

- An what is the meaning of all this?

- As soon as I light the
heater, I'll melt the solder,

fix this electric plug,
and start this drill

to fix these wire cutters
so I can cut the wire

to clean the spout to get some oil

to work the pliers to unscrew
the cap and clean the spot.

Then I'll put some iodine on this finger

and go back to work.

- Suppose you start by
lighting the heater.

- Well you can't do
that, you can't do that.

- Why not?

- Hasn't got any wick in it.

- Pick up these pieces carefully,

and don't touch another
thing in this house.

- Oh, you want me to put it together?

- Can you?

- Oh yes, I got the glue right here.

- Get out of this house!

- Hmm, catalog Winslow
antiques and collector's items.

Ooh, very good, just what I'm looking
for.

Very interesting, very interesting.

Hmm, 18th century, 18th century.

The lower hall, huh, yeah.

Mm-hmm, long bookcase.

- Abigail.

Just caught the attitude
of those people in there.

You know what they're gonna do,

they're gonna sick lawyers on you.

Lawyers.

Miss Abigail, do you
know what lawyers mean?

It means legal difficulties,
months and months,

maybe years and years.

Goode?

Miss Goode.

- Doone.

- Doone.

Miss Doone, where are you gonna
get the money to fight this?

Look, I'll tell ya what you do.

Okay.

You tell me what to do.

- Mind your own business.

Stop trying to frighten me
into selling this place.

- All right.

I'll stick to my knitting, but you
better

take up embroidery, the
needles are shorter.

Penny!

Penny!

Penny!

- Darling, I had to see
you before you left.

- We're taking an awful chance

being seen out here, you know.

- Oh hello.

Looks like it might rain, huh?

- Is that what they've been talking
about?

- Who, them?

No.

You don't think I was listening, do ya?

- Why, of course not.

You know, I don't understand
the sudden interest

you've taken in our affairs.

What do you mean by telling Abigail

she should take up embroidery?

- You've listened behind a couple of
doors

yourself, haven't you?

Or did you hear that one on the radio?

- I was coming down the stairs.

I got it from a very loud speaker.

- Thanks a lot.

- Wait a minute.

Were you insinuating
that Grandmother's death

wasn't accidental?

- Well, she wasn't killed
by kindness, was she?

- I don't think that was
a very nice thing to say.

Why don't you join a sewing circle

and take your antique
friend Mr. Penny with you.

- Hey, that reminds me.

Just before you got
here, Penny disappeared.

- Well, get him to show you the trick.

- Oh, that's very subtle, but I get it.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

- Now darling, you're
jumping to conclusions.

I didn't say that I wouldn't
divorce Myrna, did I?

This just isn't the time.

- You mean after you get her
money, you'll go after mine?

- I knew I'd find you here with her.

- Why Richard.

- Don't act so innocent.

I've been watching you
two for a long time.

What are you trying to
do, break Myrna's heart?

- You little fool.

One might think that
Myrna were your mother

and I'd be your stepfather.

- That's exactly how I feel about it.

You divorced my own mother
because you wanted Myrna's money.

Now that that's gone,
you wanna get rid of her

and marry Margaret.

- Richard.

- I'm warning you.

Break this off.

- Warning me?

- Or I may tell the coroner
that remark you maid to Myrna,

that we'd all be better off
if Grandmother were dead.

- Richard, you don't
know what you're saying.

- Oh, leave me alone!

- The furniture, where's the furniture?

Woohoo.

Woohoo, termites, termites,

oh, you little antique makers.

What became of the kids,
where are the kids?

They'd blame everything on you, shh.

Hello, hello?

Come in.

I am in, I am.

- Abigail.

- Shh.

- Quickly.

I heard a scream, from in there.

- Come on.

Mr. Penny.
- Yeah?

- What are you doing with that coffin?

- That's not a coffin, it's a--

- Yeah, what's that body doing in it?

- Woohoo!

- I'd better stop
Montague before he leaves.

- Gil.

Gil, her eyes are opening.

- Mr. Penny, come here.

- Here.

- No, no, no, take her feet.

- Oh, please, make up your mind.

Hands, her feet.

- What happened, Abigail?

- I was getting something
out of the chest.

The lid must've fallen.

Struck my head.

- Yeah, put a beautiful
crack in the wood, too.

Made that chest twice as valuable.

- I thought it old you--

- Now Abigail, don't excite yourself.

- Abby, you sure nobody tried
to hit you with that lid?

- So now you're trying to accuse one of
us

of murdering Abigail too.

- We know the lid coulda hit her,

but it couldn't put her
in the chest, could it?

- Really Gil.

- I know that nobody cares
what I think around this house,

but in the future I advise
Abigail to lock her door

before she turns her back on it.

- My door was locked.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Wait a minute now.

Let's start countin' cards around here.

Myrna said she heard a scream.

We didn't.

You said you had your door locked.

We found it unlocked.

Now, that's two jokers in a deck.

Hey, Mr. Penny, how'd
you get in this room?

- Through there.
- Where?

- Over there.

I'm in here, aren't I?
- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- We'll leave that card
out completely now.

Where was the black cat at
the time of your accident?

- I haven't seen that
cat since Henrietta died.

- It was in the chest with you.

- That cat hasn't been
following me, has it?!

- Yeah.

Abigail, lay down.

I warned that this was gonna happen.

Some people would, have
lunch with me sometime.

Don't drink any milk.

Penny.

Penny!
- What?

- Penny, come on.

Get outta here before you disappear

into the woodwork again, would you?

- What woodwork?

I didn't...

- Come on, come on.

- Worked all right over there.

- I know, I know.

Penny.
- Huh?

- I know you didn't wanna
crack in front of Abigail,

but confidentially, how'd
you get in that room.

- Confidentially?
- Uh-huh.

- I don't know.

I was so wrapped up in my work
I got wrapped up in myself.

Next time I'll wrap
something around my finger,

then I'll know where I am.

- Yeah, you're a great help.

- Thank you very much.

- Hello?

I don't get an answer.

- Maybe you don't ask direct questions.

Let me try.

- You're dialing the police.

- Who are you calling, the marines?

- The doctor, Abigail's lost her mind.

- Yeah, she almost lost her life,

that's why I'm calling the cops.

- So you still insist on
making one of us a murderer.

- Now Elaine, I...

- Oh.

- Cool it, Barbie, just
another one of those accidents.

- What happened?

- We got a bad connection here.

- Now who would want to
do a thing like that?

- I haven't got the faintest idea.

Why don't you call the cops and find
out?

- Why certainly, yes.

I fail to see the humor in this
situation.

- Oh, I wouldn't either if I were you,

having to go out in the
rain and taking a chance

on getting--
- I'm not going out.

- How we gonna get the cops if you
don't?

- Oh.

Now wait a minute.

Why don't you go?

- Now there is a test
of a man's sincerity.

You're in trouble and how does he react?

- Yes, yes, I'm very
disappointed in Stanley.

- I don't blame you.

- I only hope you won't
let me down as badly.

- Me?

- I thought I could always count on you.

- Do you mean I got a chance?

You been kinda kicking
me around, you know.

- I'm not kicking you
around, I just don't like you

maligning my family.

- You say worse things
about 'em than I do.

- That's different, they're my
relatives.

But Gil, you're accusing
one of us of murder.

- Oh, he is, is he?

- Go away.

- Stanley, please.

I guess I have been pretty
mean to you at that, Gil.

I'm sorry.

But will you go?

- Will I go.

Not only will I bring back the cops,

but I'll bring a doctor, a lawyer,

violets, the morning paper...

I been thinkin' this whole thing over,

and you know, if anything happened to
you

while I was gone, I'd
never forgive myself.

I better stay.

- We can manage without you, you know.

- I'll settle this controversy right
now.

Gil, go out to the
stables and send Eduardo.

- Oh, now you're talking sense.

- Why don't you go?

- That's what I been trying
to tell 'em at the house.

Put this on.

Go on, come on.

They said there's only one man
we can trust, that's Eduardo.

Eduardo must go, that's what
they said, Eduardo must go.

- I'll go.

- Mother, there's
something I must tell you.

- Yes dear?

- Bet you can't guess
who made this cabinet.

- No, but I'm afraid
we're going to find out.

- The Hoboken Furniture
Company, a very good imitation.

But they couldn't fool
me, I'm an old master.

- What did you say?

- Shh.

- You were going to tell
me something, darling?

- Never mind, I'll tell you later.

- Elaine, there's something
I've got to explain to you, I--

- Beautiful legs, beautiful.

Hand-carved, too.

- What were you saying, Stanley?

- Hmm, you oughta play pinochle.

- Why?

- Pinochle players live forever.

Crap shooters go like that.

I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it.

Oh, oh.

- I got it!

- I'm an innocent man, I didn't do it.

- Gil, what
on Earth are you doing?

- I've got it all figured out.

Whoever tried to knock off Abigail

got in through a secret passage.

All right, go ahead and laugh,

but that's the only explanation.

They thought she was dead,
they were trying to hide

her body in the chest, and
somebody scared 'em away

and they went out and
left the door unlocked.

- Where were you and this
Penny friend of yours

while all this was going on?

- What?

- This house is no asset to you

with Abigail alive, you know.

- Gil was with me the whole time.

I do wish you people would stop

trying to make a murder out of this.

Abigail was injured, she did it herself.

- Yes, after cutting the telephone wires

to make it look a little more dramatic.

- Yeah?

Well she certainly went
to a lot of trouble

just to give herself a headache.

- I agree with Elaine.

Abigail's just trying to
get us out of the house.

- You're very anxious to
smooth this whole thing over.

Maybe Gil is right about
those secret passages.

Your father rebuilt this house.

You must've seen the plans when
you took over his business.

- I wouldn't try to
accuse me if I were you.

I happen to know that someone
tried to poison Grandmother.

And with your knowledge of chemistry--

- Stop it, both of you.

- Oh, why didn't you let him finish?

- Shame on you.

And you, Richard.

Poor Henrietta dead not 24 hours.

- That must be Montague.

- I wouldn't bet on it.

He left just before Abigail
got banged on the head.

Or did he?

Oh, it's probably Eduardo with the
police.

- Monty.

- What's all this about
somebody trying to kill Abigail?

- Where did you find out about that?

- Eduardo told me.

I picked him up just the
other side of the O'Royal.

He told me you'd sent him for the
police.

- Ridiculous, Abigail's just pretending

somebody tried to kill her.

- All I want is an unbiased opinion.

Did you bring the cops?

- No.

Storm's washed the bridge out.

Nobody can get out here any more
tonight.

Now are you gonna stop
interfering or aren't you?

- No I'm not!

There's been one murder in this house

and there's liable to be another one.

There's something awful creepy going
on...

Stand back, everybody.

- Gil!

- Oh, my, look.

- Gil, are you hurt?

- No, I'm all right.

- Thank you very much, it
was too dark over there

to read the inscription,
much better in here.

- Mr. Penny.

- "Better death than dishonor."

Hmm.

- The excitement's been
too much for you, my dear.

After all, you're not as young
as you used to be, you know.

- No.

I'm not, am I?

Monty, don't go away.

- Well...

Still feeling shaky?

- I'm all right.

Tell me, what did the lawyers say?

- Oh, they said we had a
chance to break the will.

But lawyers always talk like that.

Personally I thought
they were rather dubious.

- You could've used some of
Henrietta's money, couldn't you?

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

I can only guess.

You never tell me anything now, Monty.

You used to tell me everything, always,

and I always tried to help.

But nowadays, why, we seem
to be making conversation,

the way you do with strangers.

- Well, you know how
business has been on my mind.

You wouldn't want me to
burden you with my troubles,

would you?

- Yes I would.

If they're business troubles, Monty.

- What do you mean?

- Is it only business, Monty?

- Myrna dear, if there's
one thing I can't stand,

it's unreasonable jealousy.

That's all the faith you have in me,

if our marriage has come down to this,

then why in heaven--

- No, no Monty, don't say it.

I'm overwrought, I know I am.

I shouldn't have said it.

I'll go to bed now, and in the morning,

I'll feel differently.

- Yes, but Myrna--
- I'm sure I will.

Good night, darling.

- Good night.

- There.

It's a good thing Mr.
Penny had some iodine.

- It was tougher than I thought it was.

- Well, let that be a lesson to you.

Stop chasing nonexistent
ghosts and murderers.

- Maybe you're right about that,
but I can't get the feeling

out of my mind that
there's something rotten

in the house of Winslow.

Something lurking, sneaking,
just waiting to strike.

Oh, oh!

It got me.

- Did you speak, did you speak?

- What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm just testing, testing this
wood.

It's rotten, rotten to the
core, but it's priceless.

- Of course it's priceless.

It's not for sale yet.

If you don't stop bothering Abigail,

you're gonna get us
both thrown outta here.

Abigail, gives me an idea.

Penny, come here.

You stand here now, will ya?

- Are we playing a game?

- No, we're not gonna play a game.

I'm gonna prove to you
that this whole thing

makes sense if you
include secret passages.

Now Penny, you're Abigail, get it?

Abigail.

- Yeah, yeah.

- And this table right
here, this is your chest.

- I see.

- Now, I'm in a secret passage.

Now I come sneaking up.

Hey Penny, go over to the chest, will
ya?

Hey Penny!

- I'm Abigail.

- All right, Abigail, go
over to the table, huh?

- What table?

- That table!

- That's not a table, that's my chest.

- Will you stop complicating
things and do as you're told?

Here, now stand here.

Bend over.

- Bend over, like Mr. Penny or Abigail?

- I don't care, just bend.

- Just an ordinary bend.

- Just an ordinary bend, yeah.

Now.

Now I'm sneaking up.

- Oh, I hear your shoes squeak, woohoo.

- Suppose my shoes didn't squeak,

suppose I was in my stocking feet.

- Your stocking feet?

Oho, then you'd get pneumonia
and start coughing again.

- This isn't a cold, I'm allergic to
cats!

- Oh, yeah, then you'll
get cattalk, get it,

cattalk, cattalk?

Very good, very funny.

- Oh Gil, give it up.

- All right, laugh.

But if you wake up in the
morning with your throat cut,

don't say I didn't warn ya!

- Go away cat, go away.

Go away, cat.

Oho, what a funny place to sleep.

- Where'd he go?

- Where'd who go?

- I don't know, that's why I'm asking
you.

- Why don't you ask him?

- Who?

- The fella that passed
me on the stairway.

- Who was he, who was he?

- Oh him?

Oh, I don't know, such curiosity.

Curiosity killed the cat, you
know, and that's terrible.

Then you know--
- Stop.

Elaine?

Stop!

Wait a minute, you.

Eduardo.

What a have you done with Elaine?

- I haven't seen her.

- Yeah, well I'll look for myself.

- Please, please, don't, don't open it!

- Go away!

- I wanted to take them to the barn,

and now they're all out in the rain
again.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Why don't you keep your nose
out of our people's business?

- Yeah, why don't I?

- Here kitty, kitty.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty!

- Mr. Hartley, Mr. Hartley!

Somebody, please, Mr. Hartley.

Richard, Stanley!

Mr. Hartley!

Mr. Hartley!

Mr. Hartley!

Mr. Hartley!

Mr. Hartley!

Mr. Hartley!

- What's the matter?

- What are you yabbing about?
- What's going on here?

- Now be calm, all of you,
I want you to be calm,

don't get excited--

- What's happened?

- Elaine has disappeared.

- What?

- Wait a minute, I'll explain it to ya.

I thought she was in the
wagon, but she wasn't,

it was full of cats, and Eduardo
hadn't--

- Hadn't what?

- Hadn't a thing to do with it.

Elaine wasn't in her room.

Eduardo was putting her in a wagon,

but it wasn't Elaine, it was cats.

And then in the crematory, I saw
Abigail,

but Abigail wasn't there.

But the black cat was there,
but it wasn't there, I...

Does this make any sense?

- No.
- No.

- No.

But I saw it!

- I've never heard such nonsense.

I never left my room all night.

- No wait, please, please.

I admit I'm wrong about Abigail.

But where is Elaine?

Answer me that, where is Elaine?

- Here I am, Gil.

I just went down to get a book.

Couldn't sleep.

- She couldn't sleep.

- This isn't a part of your
other stupid accusations.

- Yes, two more brains
and he'd be a half-wit.

- I'm sorry you couldn't sleep.

- Come on.

Come in my room by the fire.

You'll catch your death of cold.

- That's about the
only thing I ever will catch

around this house.

- Sit down.

Sit down and tell me what
on Earth you've been doing.

- I haven't got enough brains
to come in out of the rain.

I thought I saw something.

What's the difference?

- I know.

You thought you saw me and
you rushed to the rescue,

just like Sir Lancelot
used to rescue his Elaine.

- All right, so I'm a sap.

- Oh, but you're not a
sap, you're very sweet,

and a lady never thinks it a mistake

when a knight errant does battle for
her,

even when he is wet behind the ears.

- It's like I been saying.

Somebody around this house
is playing for keeps.

Do you know that somebody
slugged me again?

- No.

One of my relatives, probably,
and with good reason.

- Go ahead and laugh.

Whatever's sneakin' in this house

is sneakin' right now.

- There he goes again.

- This way, everybody, follow me, come
on!

This way, come on, come on!

- What do you want now?

- I heard you scream, now don't
deny it, I heard you scream!

- You heard the tea kettle.

I was brewing some tea.

- Oh.

- Gil, will you please stop trying to
make

nervous wrecks out of all of us?

- I didn't--

- Come on, come on, Junior.

- I'll take lemon in mine.

- You want to have tea with me?

- Yeah, thanks for your
hospitality, thank you.

- Sit down.

- Here?

Yeah?

Woohoo, nice little place
you got here, very nice.

Nice little place.

- You really want some tea?

- Yes.

I like my tea strong, it
makes me sleep better.

- You'll sleep.

- Oh, saccharine, keeps your weight
down.

How much do you weigh, may I ask?

I take two lumps, I take two lumps.

- One is equal to two.

- Anxious little things, aren't they?

Two would blow your head off.

- Drink and you'll sleep.

- Don't you think
this is a little too strong?

It might keep me awake?

- Drink.

- Woohoo!

- Oh, Gil.
- What's the matter?

- Gil, look.
- What?

What's going on?

Ashes.

- But how, why?

- I don't know, but
nobody came in that door,

I can tell you that.

- Gil, I'm scared.

- Oh, I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you,

don't you worry about that.

Oh, I'm not trembling, I'm just keyed
up.

- Oh!

- What's the matter?

- There's been someone in my room.

There are ashes, and
locks of a cat on my bed.

- Somebody's been in my room.

- Looks like Abigail's work.

I told you I saw her in the crematory.

- Just another trick to
scare us out of the house.

- Well, I say we should
have it out with her,

once and for all.

This is ridiculous.

- Yeah, come on.

Abigail.

Stand back, everybody.

- Oh, we're
too late, she's dead.

- Poor Abigail.

- Oh, Monty.

- Now darling, pull yourself together.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

Ladies, go to your rooms,
please, and lock your doors.

- What's this?

- Ashes.

That proves it.

It was Abigail, unquestionably.

- He thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.

- But how could Abigail--

- That's what I been trying to tell ya.

Secret passages.

Looks like they backfired
on the old girl, too.

- Isn't it possible she committed
suicide?

- It certainly looks like suicide to me.

- I'm not so sure.

- The coroner will settle
that in the morning.

Now ladies, go to your rooms, please.

- Oh Monty, I don't want to be alone.

- All right, dear.

Coming, Margaret?

- Now I know it's murder.

- Must be a junior G-man.

- You don't have to be a
detective to know that.

Look at those splinters,
they're from the door.

You can tell by the angle
they're stuck in the fiber

that the body was pulled up over the
door,

and then the rope was tied to the knob.

Had it been suicide,
the rope would've been

tied to the knob first,
the weight of the body

would've pulled the rope this way.

- He's right.

- Gil.

- Better not tell the others,
it'll only worry them.

- Well I've got a gun.

And if anything else happens
tonight, I'm gonna use it.

- Yeah.

- Don't make a move!

- What are you doing in here?

- I was chasing Eduardo,
I wanted to make sure

he didn't harm the women.

- Now what are you hiding?

It's Henrietta's will.

- Yeah, I found it
there under the pillow.

I was just trying to figure
out how Myrna got it.

- I gave that to Mother tonight.

She bawled me out for it and said

she was going to give it back
to Abigail in the morning.

- Oh, then you're the guy that slugged
me.

- Yeah, and I'll do it again any time

you train down to my weight.

- Mother!

Get away!

Get the rope off, hurry.

Please.

- Carry her out.

- Be careful.

- She's still alive.

- Oh, thank heavens.

Here.

Get some smelling salts, quick!

- I'll get some.

- Here.

Spritz ammonia.

She's coming around.

- Myrna.

Myrna, who was it?

Who was it tried to kill you?

- I don't know.

It's all so terribly confusing.

Hands came from behind.

They seized my throat.

- Try to think, Mother.

It was Eduardo, wasn't it?

They've been chasing him
all through the house.

- Yes, it was.

It was Eduardo.

I was standing there...

- I'll head him off!

- Be careful, he's insane.

- Here Mother, don't hesitate to use
this.

- Gil, where are you going?

- To get Eduardo, he's the
one that tried to kill Myrna!

- Oh, but he didn't!

Gil, listen to me!

- Stay with Myrna,
she's got the gun.

- Gil!

- Look there!

Come on, we'll head him off at the gate!

Come on, quick!

- Why did you tell them
I tried to hurt you?

- You did!

- But that is a lie, I never hurt
anybody!

I never did anything wrong,
but keep the black kitten.

, and now it's gone.

I look the whole...

- Did you hear that shot?

- Yeah, where'd it come from?

- Richard!

- Why did you do it?

- He's a maniac.

He killed Abigail, and
he tried to kill me.

- But Myrna, you tried to kill yourself.

The splinters in the rope show that

just as plainly as they showed
that Abigail was murdered.

- You're out of your mind.

The second time in the last 15 minutes

that he tried to kill me.

- What did you do with that gun?

- I gave it to Mother.

- I was ready to blame Monty and
Margaret

for driving you to suicide.

- What do you mean?

- You knew about them.

You knew your only chance to hold Monty

was to get some ready money.

That's why you killed Grandmother.

And you knew about secret passages too,

because you were here when
the house was rebuilt.

- What are you saying?

- And when you found out about
the added clause in the will,

you sneaked through those
secret passages to kill Abigail,

and then you pretended to hang yourself,

you stood on that footstool until
somebody

came into the room, and
then you shot poor Eduardo,

so as to blame everything on him!

- Myrna!
- Elaine!

- Myrna!
- Mother!

- Elaine!
- Myrna!

What's happened?

- Are you all right, Mother?

- He came back through the window.

- We should never have left you alone.

- Oh.

- I owe all of you an apology,

I've thought some pretty
bad things about you.

- Now, now, now.

Just put it out of your mind.

The district attorney should thank you

for catching Abigail's murderer.

- There's no need to worry now, Mother.

The real danger's over.

- Yes, I suppose so.

- Try to get some sleep.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night, Mother.

- Come along.

- Monty, I'm still terribly upset.

I'd rather be alone.

- Of course.

Myrna, I hope you haven't
taken Stanley's insinuations

about Margaret and me seriously.

As a matter of fact, it was nothing more

than a little discussion about finances.

- Everything's going to be all right.

The money I get from Henrietta's estate,

it's going to take care of
all your business worries.

- What did you do?

- He's in the library.

- Good, we shouldn't
have any more trouble.

Good night.

- Good night.

- I'm sorry for everything.

- You should be.

- Elaine.

Elaine.

- Coming.

Did you knock?

- Oh, so you found it, huh?

- Found what?

- Hey, have you seen Elaine?

- Elaine, who's Elaine?

The girl with the pretty eyes
you're always looking at?

- Yeah.
- No.

- Do you know where
these passages lead to?

Where, where?

- Well you got to guess, you got to
guess.

- To the attic.

- No, you're freezing cold.

- The cellar.

- You're getting a little
warmer, a little warmer.

- Where?

- No no no, not down by the stable,

but you're getting hot, very hot.

In fact, you're burning.

- This is no time for games.

Where do the passages lead to?

- Remember before when I told you

I'd give you a hint if
you're getting warm?

Well, you give up now?

- Yes, I give up!

- It leads down to the crematory.

Two turns to the right
and one to the left.

- Two right and one left.

- Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, come here.

- Yeah, what?

- I don't wanna start any false rumors,

but some very strange things
been happening around here,

very weird.

- No.

- Yes.

- Elaine!

Elaine!

Elaine!

Elaine!

- Oh!

You frightened me.

- This secret passageway,
it leads right to the house.

- So you were right about them after
all.

How clever of you.

- Yeah.

Hey.

What are you doing here, if
you don't mind my asking?

- I couldn't sleep.

I decided to come down and
commune with poor Henrietta.

It's so peaceful down here.

- Yeah?

Haven't seen Elaine, have you?

- Elaine is materialist.

You could hardly expect to
find her in a place like this.

- I'm sorry I disturbed you.

What was that?

- Just a cat.

There's always a cat
some place around here.

- Yeah.

Stopped raining.

- I'm glad.

- If you didn't know about
those secret passages,

how'd you get in here without getting
wet?

- Pitcher and a vase.

- One pitcher and a vase.

- Oh, that's terrible, that's terrible.

- Gee boss, I'm sorry.

- You oughta be sorry.

That's no way to handle furniture.

Here.

That's the way to drop a chair.

You put that together, you
got a beautiful antique.

Take it away.

Oh, there you are.

I have to give you a check
here for the furniture.

- Hey Mr. Penny, listen.

The new owner is coming to
look the place over today.

Don't tell him about the murders.

- No, about what?

- About the murders!

- The murders?

What murders?

- Never mind, just write the check, huh?

- Murders.

- Well you
should be very happy, Gil.

You finally closed the big one.

- I am.

- Forgive me, Gil.

- Sure.

I'd forgive you for anything.

- I make this out, woohoo,
I get it, I get it.

There you are, Mr. Smith.

I think we've both made a good deal.

Oh!

How did he get in this picture?

Woohoo!