All language subtitles for The Moonstone (1934)

(orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

(bell tolling)

- Please.

- What's all the excitement,
Morris?

- The commissioner's been
asking for you for hours.

It's the Herncastle moonstone.

- Moonstone?

Oh yes, that famous
yellow diamond that's been

getting so much publicity lately.

- That's it. You better go
straight in.

(knocking)

- Wasn't this diamond suppose
to have come from India, sir?

Stolen from a a sacred
idol or something.

- Yes.

I'm not particularly
superstitious,

but this wretched thing
is worth a fortune.

And now someone's died and
left it all there in the dark.

The papers are full of the story.

And by this time, every
thief in England knows

the price that Blake is taking
it to her at Verinder Manor.

40 miles from nowhere in
the wilds of Yorkshire.

- It certainly asking
for trouble, and they'll

probably get it.

- I know Sir John Verinder
very well.

Grainy old scientist.

So busy laboring for
humanity's sake, that he's let

his affairs go to rag and ruin.

In fact, he's practically broke.

- Too busy I suppose even to
take the ordinary precautions

about the moonstone.

- Exactly. And that's
what worries me.

Because it isn't the
business of Scotland Yard

to go about warning people
who are foolish enough

to make themselves targets

for all the thieves
in the country.

But Sir John's different.
He's an old friend of mine.

It's a personal matter.

- I understand, sir.

But surely Franklin Blake
will take every precaution.

He's a very clever
young lawyer, sir.

- Yes, yes, I know.

But I don't want him to
take any chances.

And that's why I sent for you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Now, you get in
your car quietly.

Drive up there and have a
talk with Blake and Ms. Hern.

Strictly unofficially of course.

- I will.

- Now, you tell him
some of our experiences

with these famous duos.

Have a way of leaving nothing
but disaster in their parts.

- Very good, sir.

Is that all, sir?

- That's all.
Good night, Captain.

- Thank you, sir.

Good night, sir.

(door closing)

- Verinder Manor of all places.

(wind blowing)

(knocking)

(dog barking)

(knocking)

- Sir John Verinder please.

(door closing)

Mr. Kyle Von Lucker,
from London.

- Yes, yes I know.

- Who are you? Rosanna.

What are you doing here?

- Please. Please Von
Lucker, don't tell Mr. John.

The housekeeper.

Yes, for Johnathon. Who
shall I say is calling?

- Mr. Von Lucker from London.

- Is Sir John expecting you?

- No, but I'm sure he'll see me.

- Very good, sir.
Come this way.

- I come here for the
money you owe me already.

And you ask me for
another thousand pounds.

What kind of a fool
do you think I am?

- Shh, Von Lucker, please.
My daughter will hear you.

- Ah, my daughter.

My business is to lend
money and to foreclose

when people can't pay up.

I can't support your
impoverished estate indefinitely.

- My dear, Von Lucker,
you can't be serious.

Come now, sit down.

Let's talk this matter
over quietly.

- Talk this matter over quietly.

There's always talk,
and talk, and talk.

With me, money talks.

(door closing)

- What's he doing here again?

Sir John don't know it,

but he's a double
dice scoundrel, he is.

- Careful, Ms. Hern's in
her studio. She'll hear you.

- [Housekeeper] I know,
I know, Doctor.

But it makes me that furious.

Mark my words. No good
will come of it.

- [Man] Anne. I want to
talk to you.

How soon are you gonna finish?

- I'm almost finished.

I've done this room over seven
times since Frank went away.

Now, I'm satisfied.
He'll love it.

- Franklin Blake.

You know, you'll never
be happy married to him.

- Oh, don't be silly.

- Anne, you know I love you.

I always will.

- Oh, Betteredge be careful.

You'll smudge my paint
barging in like that.

- Oh, I don't think much
of it any how.

Oh, Mr. Godfrey.

I never thought as I'd
bring up child

with no more sense than to
go messing with paintbrushes

and thing.

(laughing)

- You old darling.

Betteredge never will go out
to appreciate our modern art.

- Art? Art you call it?

Ah, it gives me the willies.

- Be careful now.

(door closing)

Heavens, it's getting late.

I've got to put these
in Frank's room.

So, you mind crawling
back into your book,

you handsome worm?

- A worm. Not a very
elevating comparison.

- Don't be an idiot.

You're my cousin aren't you?

And a very noble one too (laughs).

- This moonstone is a very,
very old gem.

It should enable you to
meet your debts.

- But it belongs to my daughter.

- Well, well, you should
be glad to off her hands

in payment for the five
thousand you owe me,

and let's say three
thousand more.

- Yeah, but do you assume
that I would bargain

with my daughter's property?

Don't be absurd.

(thunder roaring)

- Oh, I do hope it
stops raining

before Mr. Frank's train gets in.

Has Henry left for
the station Rosanna?

- Yes, sometime ago.

It'll be good to see
Mr. Franklin again.

After a whole year.

- Of course it will.

- Is it really true, Miss? That he's
bringing a famous moonstone?

- Why, yes.

I'll be the envy of every
girl in England.

- It's terribly
valuable isn't it?

- Mr. Frank wises it's worth
at least 30,000 pounds.

- 30,000 pounds?

- Isn't that wonderful.

- 30,000 pounds.

- I give you 48 hours to
pay up, or out you go?

- But Von Lucker.

- That's final.

- Yeah, but you've given
me no reason of a warning.

No notice.
- [Anne] Father.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you had a--

- It's alright, my dear.
Come in, come in.

I want to introduce an
old friend of mine.

Mr. Von Lucker,
my daughter, Anne.

- How do you do?

- It is a pleasure.

Had I known you had such
a delightful surprise

down here, Sir John, I
would have called sooner,

like my doctors.

(laughing)

- There you are father.

I told you should allow
me a trip to London

at least twice a year,
just to show me off.

- I agree, absolutely.

- There you go again.

Bewitching even my patients
into flattery when--

- But according to you, I
have the face of a turnip

on the pencil of witch (laughs).

I know all his answers,
Mr. Von Lucker.

That's his pen.

- There now, run along my dear.

And tell Betteredge that Mr.
Von Lucker will be with us

for dinner.

- Oh, my golly.

- Oh, will be delighted.

(thunder roaring)

Oh, dear, what a storm.

Frank will have a terrible
time getting from the station.

I'll see you at dinner.

(door closing)

- I must tell you Von Lucker,
that my daughter knows--

- Quiet.

(thunder roaring)

What a night for a man
to be on the road

with a valuable gem.

- Anne, isn't this Von Lucker
the notorious money lender

who figured in the theft
of the Wallingford pearls

two years ago?

- Possibly. But you know father.

He's a darling.

But if there's any trouble
around within a thousand miles,

he's sure to make friends with it.

(thunder rumbling)

(wind blowing)

- Oh, hello Betteredge,
how are you?

- All the better for
seeing you, sir.

- And you Rosanna, how are you?

- [Woman] Fine, thank you, sir.

- Frank.

- Afraid it must have
took your skin off.

- Oh, no, I'm alright.

- Frank.

- Anne.

Oh, darling.

- [Anne] Oh, it's so
good to have you back.

It's been a century hasn't it?

- Two centuries.
Three centuries.

A dozen centuries.

(thunder rumbling)

Hello Godfrey. How are you?

- Splendid thanks.

- Oh, Godfrey's down
for a holiday.

- Oh.

- He came down from
London yesterday.

(wind blowing)

(door closing)

(thunder rumbling)

- [Woman] Mister.

- Would Mrs. Betteredge be
kind enough to direct me

to my master's room?

- Mr. Franklin will occupy
the same room.

(door closing)

- Oh, you're nervous darling?

You're not ill are you?

- Oh, it's nothing.

I'm just worn our
trying to sleep

with one eye on this thing.

There.

- Godfrey, Godfrey, look.

- I had it modded for
you in the Bombay.

- Oh, it's the most exquisite
thing I've ever seen.

- Good lord, it's as
big as an egg.

- Look, Godfrey, it changes
color with the reflection

of the light.

- Yes, it's called a moonstone.

You see the luster grows
and lessens with the waxing

and waning of the moon,
when there is a moon.

- Oh, it's beautiful.

I'll never let it out
of my sight.

- Oh, but Anne dear, you
must have it put away

in a bank vault at once.

It's crazy to keep like
that lying around the house,

a target for thieves.

- Oh, but darling,
you're not serious.

- Oh, yes I am.

- Aren't you being a little
melodramatic old man?

- Oh, you think so?

- Oh, Frank, you're enabling things.

You're tired, worn out.

I'll have to Father look
you over. Come along.

- Oh, no Anne, I'm alright.

- Oh, I want you all to
myself. I have a surprise you.

You'll excuse us, Godfrey?

Young man, you're about to
gaze upon sight that will...

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, Godfrey, would you
turn on the wireless?

Get Paris on, daringly, they
have such splendid programs.

- [Godfrey] I'll try, but
the storm might interfere.

- Oh, I'm sorry. But the
stone is so beautiful.

It almost hypnotizes me.

- [Anne] It is beautiful isn't?

- May I?

- Certainly.

- The color on it is magnificent.

I've never seen such
perfection in any stone.

- Frank says it's perfect.

(classical music)

- There you are my dear.

- Thanks Godfrey.

- Oh, what a night to go
back to London.

- Oh, but you can't think
of leaving in this storm.

We'll be only so delighted
to put you up.

- Oh, if it's not too
much of an imposition.

- Oh, nonsense.

Rosanna, we'll put Mr.
Von Lucker in the room

adjoining Mr. Godfrey's.

- Yes Miss.

- [Man] I tell you young
man, you're out of order.

What you want's a plan,
a good plan (laughs).

- They're at it again.

Frank loves to tease Father.

- What you need is sleep.
Plenty of sound sleep.

And in your condition
a nervous stray,

nothing but medicine
will help you through it.

- I'm sorry sir, but a
glass of ordinary hot milk

and a good bed will turn
the trick for me.

- Eh, what, what?
Confound your impotence.

You doubt my
professional judgement?

- Oh, stop it you old
fuss buzzard.

Frank's only teasing.

- Of course I am. Where's
your sense of humor Sir John?

- Hey, well, well
(laughs). I see what it is.

It's that cursed moonstone.

First it gets on this
young turnips nerves,

because he had to get it
in his pocket.

And now it gets on yours.

- Oh, Father, that's absurd.

You're all worked up over
the silly superstition

that misfortune dogs
the footsteps

of anyone possessing
the moonstone.

Why it's ridiculous.

Come on sit down.

(thunder rumbling)

(explosion)

- Oh, father.

- [John] What's all the
foolishness is this?

Turn up the lights.

- [Anne] It's the storm.

- [Man] What is that?

- [Anne] Godfrey, the candles.

(woman screaming)

- [John] Oh, my child, Anne.

- [Man] Anne darling,
what is it?

- [Anne] The moonstone,
someone's taken it.

- [Man] What?

Confounded, someone get the light.

Rosanna, Betteredge.

- [Man] The candles are
on the wireless, Godfrey.

Are you there?

- [Godfrey] Right, I have it.

- [Frank] Anne, are you alright?

- [Anne] Frank, Father.

- [John] My dear, what is it?

- [Frank] Come and sit
down over here.

- [John] My child, what is it?

(woman crying)

The lights, more lights.

- Are there any pales
in the hall?

- Yes sir, yes sir.

- [Frank] Sweetheart,
what happened?

- My dear.

- They snatched it, when
the lights went out.

- But that is absurd.

There was no one in the
room, but a group of friends.

There seems to be a
thief among us.

- What sort of business
is this in my house?

- Oh Father, please.

(thunder rumbling)

Betteredge.

Betteredge, what are you doing?

- I'll be sure there's
enough light now Miss,

to keep a sharp eye on everyone.

- What are you talking about?

(thunder rumbling)

- The moonstone.

- I snatched it.

Or you wouldn't have
it now, Miss.

Lights don't go out for
the sake of going out.

And I got my suspicions.

- You old darling.

You've been your
mystery novels again.

- Or she's an old idiot who got
us into a mix hat like this.

Get out, get out, get out.

I'll have remind--

- To give my notice.

Well, after saying it
for 40 years.

Have a good mind to
accommodate you.

- And the sooner the
better, the sooner better.

And no, no, no,
you can't mean that.

- Now, will you be good?

- Alright, she's an
impotent old wrench,

but she knows I can't do
without her confounded.

- And you know you love it.

- You see, even Betteredge.

(door closing)

- Sutter.

- Sir John, ma'am.

My wife, she's ready.
She's in grave pain.

- Sir John can't go out
in a night like this.

I'll send Dr. Jennings.

- But Sir John promised my wife.

- So I did Sutter, so I did.

And not for the world would I
let anyone else have the honor

of introducing our next
blacksmith to--

- But father, you can't
go out in the storm.

- Now, what did you come in?

- I come in the Baker's cart.

- That's very good, wait.

- It'll be the death of you.

I dear say Dr. Jennings
knows just as much as helping

the stock as you do.

- Shut up.

Ezra, come on.

- Father, you already
have a cold.

- Do you really have
to go, Sir John?

- Ah, and send me Rosanna.

Come along then.

- Can't I go, Sir John.

- No, no, get my bag ready.

Uh, Betteredge.

- Mark my words, if you go out.

- Send me Rosanna.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Man] Might as well--

- Lovely?

- Uh huh.

(thunder rumbling)

It should be forbidden
by act of parliament

for babies to arrive
among nights like this.

- Oh, stop fretting Betsy.

Father promised he
wouldn't venture back until

the storm cleared.

- All the same he'd a fit
if he knew you were sleeping

with that thing under
your pillow, instead of

burying it down in the
cellar or something.

- Oh, don't be silly.

You speak as if this were a
hotel, or a railway station

full of thieves.

- (Laughs) It might well be.

For all my suspicions.

- Be careful of the paint
Betteredge, it's still wet.

(thunder rumbling)

(clock bell ringing)

(rain pouring)

(door closing)

(coughing)

(thunder rumbling)

- Oh, now, it's my
precious, glorious morning.

My, it's a treat to
see the sunshine.

What's the matter deary?

The moonstone, it's gone.

- Yes, it's gone.

- Do you mean it's been stolen?

Someone took it right
from under you?

- I don't know.

- Inside. Dear.

What did it?

You'd look as if you
seen a ghost.

Are you sure it's been stolen?

- I don't know.

- Mr. Franklin, Sir John.

Mr. Franklin, Mr. Godfrey.

Mr. Franklin.

- What is it?

What's happened,
is the house on fire?

- Someone's robbed Miss Anne.

They've stolen the moonstone
right from under her head.

- What? Well that's impossible.

- Oh, is it?

Sir John.

(knocking)

Sir John.

(knocking)

Sir John.

- Anne, don't look at me like
that. Tell me what happened.

- I don't know.

(knocking)

Ms. Anne.

(screaming)

Ms. Anne, Ms. Anne.

Dr. Jennings.

- Good lord, Betteredge.
What is it?

(screaming)

- Father. Oh Father.

Father.

- It's murder.

It's that cursed moonstone.

- Dr. Jennings, quick.

- Oh Ezra.

Ezra, he isn't dead.

- Steady darling, steady.

- No, he's alive.

Pneumonia I think.
Franklin, give me a hand.

He evidently tried to help
himself and collapsed.

- [Anne] Oh, my darling.

- [Frank] Look at this
clothes, they're soaked.

- Hot water, Betteredge.

And turn the switch on
the sterilizer.

- I can't, really. The
electric can't, sir.

- Then boil some, hurry.

And clear the room please,
clear the room.

(crying)

- Anne, darling.

Oh get out, all of you get out.

- Anne.

- Oh, can't you understand
plain English.

Dr. Jennings said
clear the room.

(door closing)

Oh, Ezra, hurry.

- She's hysterical.

Well, don't stand there
like a stuffed owl.

We've got to do something
to recover that

confounded moonstone.

- Yes. I know.

Scotland Yard.

I'll try to get inspector
Cuff, he's a friend of mine.

(tapping)

Hello.

(tapping)

Hello.

The line's dead.

- The storm must have
blown the wires down.

(tapping)

- Hello.

No use. I wish I could get Cuff.

- Mr. Franklin.

There's a man downstairs
from Scotland Yard.

He says he's Inspector Cuff.

- Cuff?

Come along Godfrey.

- My good gracious meat,

it's like bringing
rabbits out of a hat.

- There's nothing to do now
but wait for the crisis.

- Oh, I can't leave him.

- Oh, but you must my dear.

Otherwise, I'll have you
on my hands too.

I'll call you the moment
there's any change.

- You say the smear was
not there last night

when you left your mistress
and that the paint was wet?

- Yes.

- Mr. Blake.

You found all doors and
windows securely locked

from the inside?

- Yes. Godfrey and I checked
them personally, Inspector.

- [Inspector Cuff] Then, I must
ask everyone here to submit

to an examination of their
personally belongings.

- What do you mean?

You think you'll find
paint on some garment

worn by the thief?

- Precisely.

- Sir, did you mean to hint?

- Oh, we're not hinting
anything Betteredge.

I'm merely facing facts.

The moonstone's been stolen,
we've got to find it.

You may start with
my things, Inspector.

- Mine too, Inspector.

- [Betteredge] Ms. Anne.

- You are a police officer?

- Oh, Anne, this is Inspector
Cuff from Scotland Yard.

Ms. Verinder.

The Inspector's a
friend of mine.

- We appreciate your
assistance, Inspector.

But I will not commit
an inspection

of my personal belongings.

- Anne.

- As you say.
Of course Ms. Verinder.

But I'd like to ask one question.

Do you happen to know
anything about this

smear of paint of on the door?

Might you have done it
by accident yourself?

- I know nothing about that.

- Anne, darling.

(door closing)

- I want to talk with
everyone in the house.

Individually.

I'll begin with you.

- Yes sir.

In here, sir?

- No. Down in the drawing room.

- Yes sir.

(door closing)

- The last time I saw
you Rosanna Spearman,

you were in prison for theft.

- Yes sir.

But that was.

- And the pearls you
stole at that time

were found afterwards
in the possession of

Carl Von Lucker, a money
lender, were they not?

- Yes, but.

- You're very grateful to
your benefactor, Ms. Verinder.

Aren't you?

- Yes, of course.

- Even to assisting her
in anything she might ask?

- Yes, well, that would depend.

- Has Von Lucker, since
coming here acknowledge

that he knows you?

- No, no sir.

- Do you know what it means
to be an accessory to crime?

Even though it were proved you
were actuated by gratitude.

- Yes, oh yes.

- It isn't very pleasant
in prison, is it?

- No, no.

- [Inspector Cuff] You know
that the yellow diamond

called the moonstone was
originally stolen

from a sacred idol in
an Indian temple?

- I've heard that many times.

- Isn't a fact Yandoo, that
every native of the faith

has dedicated himself to
restoring the sacred gem

to the temple?

- That has been the tradition
for many generations.

But it doesn't touch me sir.

- Why not?

- Because I have adopted
the Christian faith.

- But when you entered
Mr. Blake's service,

you knew he was taking
the moonstone from India.

Didn't you?

- Yes I did.

- That'll be all.

- Thank you sir.

- Mr. Blake tells me you're
a dealer in rare books.

- That is correct.

- Rather a losing business
these days, isn't it?

- Yes, when one refers
to it as a business.

Fortunately, my private
income has sufficient

to dub it a hobby,
during depressing.

- Oh, you have a private income.

But surely it must have
diminished considerably

with those terrific losses
you've been suffering lately

by gambling.

- What?

Yes.

Well, that's my private affair.

Which can't possibly have any
bearing on this situation.

- No, no, no no. Of course not.

But if you were better
fixed financially,

you'd feel more at liberty to
urge Verinder to marry you.

- Well, I hadn't looked
at it in that light.

But it's an idea.

- He always made 5,000 pounds.

And I came here to
collect or foreclose.

On account of that
storm last night.

I happened to be under this roof

when the moonstone disappeared.

Now, I suppose now you're
going to ask

a lot of crazy questions
about me.

Go ahead. I'm a good a listener.

- Here. Have a cigar.

- Thank you.

- Just two questions Lucker.

- Only two. Well, let me
off easy huh?

- Do you happen to know
if Ms. Verinder

is aware of her father's
business with you?

- No, I don't think so.

The old fool says she isn't?

- Why didn't you acknowledge
that you knew

Rosanna Spearman and
the housemaid

when you entered this house?

- Why should I do
anything to make it hard

for that poor little kid
who wants to go straight?

- I never knew you to
be brimming over with

a mood of human kindness,
Von Lucker.

- I imagine there are a lot
of things you don't about me.

Is that all?

- That's all for now.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Sir John was called
out last night.

- Yes.

- [Inspector Cuff] What time
do you think he returned?

- Oh, I should say between
midnight and two o'clock.

Your real name isn't Jennings.

It's Crochton, isn't it?

- How did you discover that?

- There. It's my business
to remember faces.

And you were a pretty big
man in your profession

20 years ago.

- I guess that you
probably know there was a

great tragedy in my life.

It was only with Sir John's
help that I,

I was able to overcome it.

- You're assisting him with
your knowledge of drugs

and the compounding of his
new anesthetic, aren't you?

- Yes.

- You know that Sir John
is financial difficulty.

And that the value of
the moonstone might help

to put him back on his feet.

- I'm not familiar with the
doctor's private affairs.

Now, perhaps if you will
excuse me, Inspector,

I better get back to Sir John.

- Naturally, your patient
comes first, Doctor.

But I'll expect to resume
this talk later.

- Yes.

- Now, Mrs. Betteredge,
are you had no occasion

to enter Ms. Verinder's
studio this morning

before you discovered her
there, beside the bed?

- No.

- You didn't go in
there say to dust

or wipe things off?

- No.

- Well, you know anything
about Sir John's

financial affairs?

- No.

And you can't make me
answer any more questions.

You nosy old owl.

- Now, for a pretty woman.

- Oh, you can't get around
me with your soft soap.

I'll have you know I've been
in service in this house

for 40 years.

I know my young mistress.

And if a hundred moonstones
were lost, stolen,

or strayed, I know how and
when to keep my mouth shut.

Same as she.

(groaning)

- What is it Doctor?

- Shh. He is delirious.

He's been muttering things
I think you should here.

- Another little black smith.

Oh, thank young ass, Franklin.

What he wants is sleep, sleep.

(laughing)

Hot milk. I'll give him
hot milk (laughs).

Rosanna.

Ginger it up with
some RTH (laughs).

That will send them to have
a little sweet bye byes.

Rosanna.

- What's RTH?

What is this RTH?

- It's a powerful drug
to induce sleep

and calm the nerves.

- Yeah.

- On the other hand,
a slight overdose

might produce a strange
stimulating reaction.

Last night, I saw Rosanna
take Franklin

a glass of hot milk.

Now, it's quite possible
that Sir John.

- I dare, I see what you mean.

Get Mr. Blake and
Ms. Verinder, hurry.

- Oh, wait Betteredge, wait.

I have a plan.

But it would involved a
scientific problem

which I will explain
to you later.

Tell Ms. Anne to come
here as soon as she can,

without letting
Mr. Franklin be aware.

- Yes.

- Ms. Verinder can be of
great use to us,

as I will explain to you later,
if you agree with my idea.

And every sensory impression
which has once been recognized

by the perceptive
consciousness is registered,

a photograph so to speak,
on the brain.

And may be reproduced
at some subsequent time.

Although there may be no
consciousness of its existence

in the mind, during the
the intermediate period.

- Do you mean to say that
if we gave Blake

another dose of this, enough
to produce the stimulating

reaction, that he'd repeat
what he did last night?

That he'd do everything
he's totally unaware of now?

- Would he take a substitute
for the moonstone,

and do exactly with it what
he did with the real one

last night?

- There's no telling.
It's just an experiment.

- What do you think Inspector?

- I say, try it.
Certainly, by all means.

- Oh, Dr. Jennings.

Mark my words, you're going
to make a fool of somebody.

Unlike us not to tell all.

- Quiet Betteredge.

- I can't guarantee to
produce identical reactions

because I don't know
exactly how much of this

Sir John gave him.

- There's no danger, Doctor?

- Oh, no, no. It's only
dangerous if it becomes a habit.

- Sounds to me like the tease.

- Oh, Betteredge.

- How are we going to give it
to him without his knowledge?

- Well, that's simple.

Betteredge will conveniently
remember his hot milk.

Heavens no do you need a
doctor after a day like this.

Come on darling.

- [Betteredge]
Oh, it's just ridiculous.

I've never heard of such
a thing in all my life.

- and while you're about
it, Doctor, could you give

a good stiff sleeping
potion to Mrs. Betteredge?

(laughing)

(clock bell ringing)

- Oh, this necklace will
make a perfect substitute

for the moonstone.

- Well, all we need now
is last night's storm

to complete this
crazy play acting.

- If you don't behave
yourself, I'll send you

to your room.

- All the same if he does walk.

I bet my Sunday bonnet
to go straight to.

- Where?

- Where would a man be going
in the middle of the night?

- Mrs. Betteredge?

You ought to be
a shame of yourself.

When we're trying to
find the moonstone

and help Frank out
of his dilemma.

- Well, nobody every found
anything in their sleep.

Except a nightmare.

- Bad business.

Bad business.

- Silly thing to do.
Sitting here all night.

Nothing's gonna happen anyway.

- Quick, get behind the curtain.

- Alright, alright.

- Be quiet.

- Stupid thing to do.

- He's got it.

- Betteredge, my robe.

Really, he'll never lead
us to the moonstone.

- Maybe, he'll stub his toe.

That'll keep him awake.

- Ezra.

Yandoo.

- Godfrey.

Godfrey.

Take this wretched thing.

Hide it. This place is
full of thieves.

- He's gone to sleep.

- Godfrey.

- Godfrey and Von Lucker.

My gad, I knew it all the time.

- You did?

And you let them
thieves get away.

My, my, my. Aren't you
the little Sherlock.

- Mrs. Betteredge,
go down to the river,

and pull the water
over your head.

- Being the perfect lady,
I'll give you the last word.

- Your reservations
for Holland Sir,

according to your telegraph.

- Did you wire Amsterdam?

- Yes sir, the group
phoned half an hour ago.

To say that he could cut
the stone immediately?

Have you got it, sir?

- No, Dr. Ablewhite
is bringing it.

His train was due
half an hour ago.

He ought to be here any moment.

(door bell buzzing)

Speaking of the devil.
Let him in.

- Hey. Hold your horses.

- Well, Inspector Cuff.

- You made good time
from Yorkshire,

didn't you Von Lucker?

Huh, Holland eh?

- Hey, wait a minute.

(door bell buzzing)

- Robin, let Mr. Godfrey
Ablewhite in.

- Please take your hands off me.

- Huh. 15,000 pounds.

Well, just enough to put you

securely on your feet
again, Mr. Ablewhite.

- It would have been.

- If it hadn't been
for Mr. Von Lucker.

- Oh, listen. I don't know
anything about.

- Shut up.

Come on. Let me have it.

- Well, there go my
matrimonial prospects.

- Priceless.

- Magnificent.

- You gentlemen are not
trying to sell this to me

by any chance are you?

- Alright, Robin.
Take them away.

- Oh, Inspector.
Isn't love grand?

- Yes, Mrs. Betteredge.
Those were the days.

Remember?

(orchestral music)