All language subtitles for The.Night.Has.Eyes.1942.1080p.BluRay

(uplifting music)

(triumphant music)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

♪ For the name of Carne House School ♪

♪ May our friendships be unending ♪

♪ Never with the years grow old ♪

♪ And may this pleasant scene ♪

♪ Happy days at Carne House School ♪

Very well girls, have a happy holiday,

and goodbye until next term.

You may go now.

(chairs banging)

- Miss Ives.
- Yes, dear?

Will you be taking us for next term?

I hope so, Muriel.

Happy holiday, Miss Ives.

[Girls] Goodbye, bye.

(girls chattering)

Come on Marian, let's
get out of this dump.

Carne House is not a dump.

If you were a real teacher...

Thank heavens I'm not.

It's bad enough being Games Mistress.

I sometimes wonder what
is your favourite game.

If you really want to know,

it's one I couldn't
possibly teach the kids.

- Miss Drake.
- It's golf.

I suppose you two are
off on some gay adventure.

We would if I had my way.

We were offered rooms at Bridgepool.

The place is absolutely
crawling with Air Force boys.

But no, Marian insists on
going to the Yorkshire Moors.

The moors?

You're, you're not going to
where poor Evelyn was lost?

Yes we are.

Well, I don't know how
you have the courage.

When I think of Evelyn,
lost on those awful moors.

Being dragged down into
one of those dreadful bogs.

Rubbish, it's more
likely she met some man,

and went off with him.

- That's a lie.
- Miss Ives.

It's not the first time you've made

rotten insinuations about Evelyn.

Oh, I know you hated her youth and charm.

As deputy head of the
school, I really must not...

Deputy head my deputy foot.

We're on holiday now.

Come on Marian, if we
must go to Yorkshire,

we might as well catch the train.

Well, goodbye.

- Goodbye there.
- Goodbye dear.

So long, playmates.

Don't do anything your mothers
warned you not to. (laughs)

You mustn't be hard on the girl.

Remember, she isn't English.

She's no lady.

(train wheels rumbling)

Ow, oh, the things I do for glamour.

Can you imagine a man doing this for us?

(laughs)

We're in a Ladies Only.
- I know.

And you mean you deliberately let me

get into this without a word of warning?

The other carriages were all so crowded.

Marian Ives.

You may be able to make me give up a

perfectly good holiday in Bridgepool

to go to your blasted, forsaken moors.

But if you think I'm
travelling in a Ladies Only

on a train that's stiff with men.

(train wheels rumbling)

Did you see that?

If it hadn't been for that
stupid sign, he'd have come in.

A friend of yours?

Well, I did kind of notice him.

I heard one of his
friends call him doctor.

Well then, all you have
to do is to be taken ill,

and you're practically set.

Oh, don't be so ridic...

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.

Doris, what is it?

Hey, stop it you hear?

I'm a doctor, can I help?

Well, it isn't really necessary.

It's rather serious.

Oh?

Hmm, only one thing for it.

We'll have to inject strychnine.

Strychnine?

Isn't that rather dangerous?

Oh, rather, kill or cure.

Now let me see,
I'm not certain

whether it's a third of a gramme or.03.

You know,
I always get muddled up between

fractions and decimals.

Oh well, we'll just have
to trust to luck.

Do you know, I believe
it was three grammes?

Why, where am I?

Who are you?

The name, Randall,
profession, doctor.

Present intention,
to get you out of here

and give you a nice cup of
tea as quickly as possible.

(Doris chuckles)

Now, we're quite close to the dining car.

It's just along on the left.

It's awfully kind of you, Doctor.

I hate wasting your time.

Don't worry, you won't.

Oh, doctor.

Now off you go.

(chuckles) Aren't you coming with me?

I might easily faint again.

Now that's the sort of
fate you never have twice

with the same doctor.

(door bangs)

I am grateful to your friend.

I was wondering how I
could introduce myself.

And you don't seem to have
made the most of your chance.

I'm doing my best.

Doctor, you may not realise
it, but this is a Ladies Only.

That's one of the great advantages

of having MD after one's name.

They can get you into almost anywhere.

(laughing)

If you take my advice Miss,

you'll not go traipsing over
at moors this afternoon.

Glass is falling, and
weather might be a bit mucky.

Oh, that settles it.

No lady ever goes
traipsing in mucky weather.

(laughing)

Thank you.

[Barry] Why, hello.

Oh, hello.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just happened to be passing.

Oh, you just happened to be passing

pretty often, don't you?

It's a gift.

And what were you doing in the clink?

Just getting some details.

About the way Evelyn went

on her last walk across the moors?

Mm-hmm.

I wish you'd give up
that idea, it's morbid.

I'm sorry Barry.

We've been discussing all
that for the past three days.

All right, but at
least let me drive you.

Only part of the way,
you've got your work to do.

Well, they only call me
in for births and deaths.

And the people around
this place live to be 100.

What about births?

Very rare.

The husbands and wives don't
get on so well together.

(laughing)

Hop in.

On my left, you have the Yorkshire Moors.

On my right, you have the Yorkshire Moors.

And if you wait 'til you get
over the crest of that rise,

you'll have a magnificent view of the...

Of the Yorkshire Moors. (laughs)

You must be psychic.

Barry, I think we'd better get out now.

Don't hold with it.

Big moors are no places for small girls.

Besides, the Copper was right.

The weather is going
to be definitely mucky.

No good Barry, we're going.

Say that again, will you.

We're going?

No, the Barry part.

It always gives me a thrill.

[Marian] (smirks) Idiot.

Pardon me if I seem to
interrupt the love scene

of the century, but when do we walk?

Now, will you stop here Barry?

Well, goodbye Barry.

And don't worry about the weather.

We'll be in Pensley long before nightfall.

[Barry] Goodbye.

(suspenseful music)

It's getting like pea soup.

And we should never have left the road.

And that divine scoutmaster
said it was a shortcut.

Never trust divine scoutmasters.

It will pour in a minute.

(dramatic music)

Where do you think we are?

I don't know, I'll get the map.

(wind roaring)

This must be Pensley.

We're here by Puttock Hag.

What's a hag?

The local name for a bog.

Oh!

Doris, come back!

(Doris screams)

Help, help!

Marian, Marian!

Help! (screams)

Marian, Marian.

I'm sinking.

I'll get you out.

How far are you from solid ground?

It's not a yard away, but
I can't get my feet out.

- Catch hold of this.
- Help.

Marian, I'm slipping!

[Marian] Hold tight!

[Doris] Pull!

Hold tight!

[Doris] Oh, oh!

(Doris grunts)

(both gasping)

My God I thought I was done for.

And I've lost my shoe.

(thunder rumbling)

It's a house.

And a man.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

We've lost our way and
we're soaked to the skin.

And hungry as hell.

We nearly got in a bog.

Can you give us shelter?

Well, make sure you'll know us, won't you.

You'd better come in,
nowhere else you can go.

You had better get dry.

Give me your things.

Oh, I can't tell you how
thankful we are to be in here.

What were you doing outside?

Walking.

In the storm?

I enjoy storms.

Well, it takes all
sorts to make a world.

I once met a man who got fun
out of swallowing swords.

I can understand that.

A sense of isolation.

Being alone in a world of wind and rain.

Being alone, yes, I'm with you there.

That wouldn't be a hint to us?

You said you were hungry.

I'll get you something.

Well, give me Boris Karloff.

Ooh, my feet are worn down to the ankles.

You know, he looks the kind of fellow

who buries his wife under the fireplace.

Oh, it was a fellow I
read about, in a book.

On second thoughts, you'd
better come and help me.

It's just as warm in the kitchen.

If you ask me we're
gonna swing for our supper.

Bring those eggs and a carving knife.

There's some bread in that bin.

Oh heavenly, I'm so hungry

my stomach's sticking to my back.

Oh, by the way, may I
introduce Miss Marian Ives,

Mr. Stephen Deremid.

How did you know my name?

It's on the half the
packages in the pantry.

Nothing much misses little Doris.

Quite the detective, eh?

Yeah, Nick Carter's grandmother.

Didn't you know?

Stephen Deremid?

There's something
familiar about that name.

Suppose we talk about you.

There's nothing much to tell.

We're just a couple of
school teachers on holiday.

School teachers?

Don't worry, we won't
give you a lecture.

Where do you teach?

A girl's school at Oxford, Carne House.

Where, where did you say?

Carne House, do you know it?

Yes, I've heard the name.

What made you come to these moors?

A kind of sentimental journey.

A friend of mine died here a year ago.

She was lost in a storm,
like we were tonight.

They, they never found her body.

No, these moors are like quicksand.

They never give up their dead.

You're telling me.

They wouldn't even give up my shoes.

I felt I had to come.

I have to say goodbye to her here,

and have to see if perhaps by some miracle

I might be able to find where she died.

You may have read about it at the time.

No, we never get the papers here.

This house is almost
cut off from the world.

(gentle piano music)

Of course!

Of course?

I remember where I
heard your name before.

You're Stephen Deremid, the composer.

Stephen Deremid, who used to compose.

Yes, that's right.

You haven't written
anything for several years.

I gave up music for war.

I had an idiotic notion that civilization

was worth fighting for.

That nothing that really mattered,

not even music could exist under slavery.

Oh, you were right.

Was I?

The world didn't think so.

I fought in Spain with the Republicans.

Reds, they called us.

And in those days, red was
a very ungentlemanly colour.

We were worthy fodder for
the German and Italian bombs.

Civilization watched on the sidelines

to make sure there should be no fair play.

I know it was horrible.

Criminally stupid.

I had it all.

Buried alive by a shell,

and then for months in an internment camp.

Thousands of us in the
open and left to rot.

But you came back, why
didn't you compose then?

I tried but it had gone,
there seemed no point.

Need you be bitter?

After all, the world
has learned its lesson.

Has it?

Perhaps you're right.

Things we bled and died
for so unfashionably

have become quite the thing today.

You are bitter.

Yes, I'm bitter.

The Spanish War was just a preliminary.

This is the main event and
I'm out of it, cracked.

Finished.

(chuckles) Funny, isn't it?

(sneezes) Doesn't anyone
in this house ever go to bed?

I'll show you to your room.

(wind whistling)

(thunder rumbling)

You can switch on.

You'll have to make the bed yourselves.

The housekeeper isn't here.

She must have been held up by the storm.

I'll get you some sheets.

I'll bet they're mouldy.

You're wrong.

They haven't been used for 50 years,

but this cupboard's well aired.

50 years?

You wouldn't rather we
had a couple of shrouds?

(Marian laughs)

These were a bit before your time.

But they're warm and dry.

- Thanks.
- Not me, thanks.

I'll stay put in my step-ins.

Please yourself.

This believe it or not is an alarm clock.

I'll set it for eight, then
you can leave here early.

I always say there's nothing like making

your guests feel they're really wanted.

I want you to lock the door.

Well, of all the...

Very well.

It's just that my housekeeper
might come back early.

If she finds the door locked
she'll know we have company.

Will you do this?

If it makes you happier.

It does.

Well, what do you know about that?

He can't trust himself.

It must be that aloof manner of mine.

Treat 'em rough and they
eat out of your hand.

(wind whistling)

It reminds me of a picture I once saw

of Diane de Poitiers.

Who played opposite her?

She was a mediaeval courtesan.

And she went to bed in a sack like that?

Those old-time girls had a lot to learn.

They believed in the
charm of concealment.

You would have a job
selling an idea like that

to the boys of today.

What, what's the matter?

It's Evelyn.

(mysterious music)

Suddenly I feel nearer to her

than I've ever done since she died.

It's as though if I close my
eyes and open them suddenly,

I'd see her sitting at
the bottom of the bed.

Smiling out of the shadows.

You mean she might be here?

In in this room?

No, no.

It's just a passing feeling.

I'm afraid it was because

we were talking about her downstairs.

Where are you going?

[Marian] To lock the door.

Oh, do you think it's really necessary?

After all, nothing
ventured, nothing gained.

(laughs) If you know what I mean.

I know exactly what you mean.

(dramatic piano music)

Listen.

(alarm clock ringing)

Shut that damn thing off.

Put that light out, do
you want to blind me?

Come along Doris, time to get up.

(Doris sneezes)

I've a hell of a cold in my nose.

Oh dear, I'm afraid we can't stay

after what he said last night.

Oh, that's all right.

Doris the Christian martyr, that's big.

Well, I've always wanted to try pneumonia.

This is Burder, that's what it is, Burder.

Do you see what I see, or is it a birage?

Charming, isn't it.

The bank of the town must have gone.

It's joined up with the
river floods to form this.

Well, however much you may
want it, I'm not going to swim.

I'm going back to bed.

Are we completely cut off?

If there's no more rain
it'll drain off fairly rapidly.

Otherwise you're here until it drops.

Then, what are we to do?

I didn't ask you to come.

Oh, I'm very sorry.

We'll try and keep out of
your way as much as possible.

I don't want you to go
ferreting about the house.

I beg your pardon?

There's a very natural temptation

to go looking for secret
rooms and priest holes

in an old house like this.

Really, I'm not as gullible as all that.

Oh no?

Well actually there's
supposed to be a secret room.

I've never troubled to look for it.

[Marian] Oh, a secret room?

You wouldn't find it.

So don't bother to try.

Oh, and there are two other rooms

you won't be able to get into.

My bedroom and my study.

I keep them locked.

Which of them is Bluebeard's chamber?

The only flaw in that story

is that the rescuers came too soon.

Hey, Marian come up here.

What is it?

That secret room, we've got to find it.

I'm nuts about secret rooms.

(Doris sneezes)

Come on Doris, you must go back to bed.

You'll never find it.

No, I'm gonna have one more try.

Hear that, it's hollow, come on.

Look.

Do you think perhaps
there's a body inside it?

Don't be so stupid.

Let's open it and see.

No, no.

I'd rather not.

Come on, let's go.

Wait a minute, the secret room.

It's hollow too.

I think we've got something here.

If I lean out of this window,

I might be able to see
if there's another one

between here and the next room.

Give me a hand.

Oh you stay in here, I'll do it.

Looking for something?

He's coming up.

I'm off.

I expect you've seen
everything you want to by now.

I need someone to give me
a hand, any objections?

Of course not.

I'll lend you my dungarees.

You can use my housekeeper's wellingtons.

Won't she mind?

Mrs. Ranger is a philosopher,
she never minds anything.

Oh.

The storm has made a
nice mess of this roof.

I've got my grain stored in there.

Here's your chance to
make yourself useful.

(birds chirping)

Hurry up with that felt.

[Marian] I'm coming.

Come on, come on, come on.

Ow!

(water splashes)

(laughing)

If you could only see yourself.

Here, let me give you a hand.

I can manage quite well, thank you, oh!

A fine time of year you've
chosen to go swimming.

There, you'd better
get some dry things on.

I'm perfectly all right, thank you.

Don't be an idiot.

What's he been up to?

Oh, ooh I slipped.

So did I, but it didn't get
me in that kind of a mess.

Now take your things off.

I'll get you something to wear.

They won't be very up-to-date I'm afraid.

Well?

Lovely.

The dress I mean.

It belonged to my grandmother.

Would you prefer mushroom or mulligatawny?

I, I don't know.

Does it matter?

Well, make up your mind.

Well, mushroom.

Me too.

Mulligatawny for Doris.

With her cold, won't
it be too hot for her?

Could it be?

Mm, some cook.

I can cook 57 varieties.

Talking about cooks, tell
me about your housekeeper.

Mrs. Ranger, she's a treasure.

I can never tell you how
much she's done for me.

She was my nurse in the hospital

they sent me to in England

when I was released from the prison camp.

I wasn't allowed any razors, or braces,

or scissors at that time.

That's the kind of state I was in.

When I was discharged,
she came here with me.

She's been with me ever since.

Is she the only person here besides you?

No, there's Sturrock, the odd job man.

He drove her over to
Pensley for her shopping.

(dramatic music)

Where did you get that?

From Evelyn.

She had one, too.

Why do you ask?

No particular reason.

I must have seen one
like it somewhere before.

Evelyn had a kind of fancy about it.

She looked on it as a symbol.

She was to give it to the
man she fell in love with.

And did she?

She never met him.

And what about you?

Oh, I've, I've met men
whose characters I've liked,

whose brains I've admired,

yet who meant nothing to me.

I've met others.

Brainless and brutal.

You know?

Yes, I know.

The queer fascination cruelty has.

(gentle piano music)

The water level is much lower now.

By tomorrow, you'll be able to go.

I know.

I saw it from my window
before I came down.

I haven't been able to play
like this for almost a year.

It's as if I were coming to life again.

Tomorrow, you'll be gone.

(Marian vocalising)

(gentle music)

I meant to send you away.

I still mean to send you away.

But why?

Because it would be best for both of us.

Then, this doesn't mean anything to you?

Yes it does, but it
was something beyond me.

I shouldn't have given way to it.

Then why do...

Don't ask me why.

Think anything you please
but don't keep asking me why.

Very well.

I know that emotion can
be real for a moment

and then die out as soon.

No, no, it isn't that.

It's just no good, it's too late.

You know your own mind best.

It's your life here.

You look lovely now.

It's as if something had
lighted a lamp inside you.

I suppose I should thank you for that.

I think I'll go to bed now, Stephen.

I'll leave before you
get up in the morning.

Goodbye, Marian.

Goodbye.

Uh-oh.

If these old eyes don't deceive me

there's been a spot of fun and games.

Did he kiss you?

Yes.

Go on.

That's all.

Oh, well anyway he kissed you.

It's the thin end of the wedge.

Doris, look at this!

What is it?

Don't you see?

It's a Carne House report form.

How did it get here?

Well, it may be Osborne
House or Melbourne House

or any other old house ending with an e.

But I recognise the form.

It is the one we use at Carne.

So do half the schools in England.

What does it matter, anyhow?

If this is from Carne,

only one person could
have brought it here.

Evelyn.

Evelyn?

(dramatic music)

Last night in this room
I felt she'd been here.

Oh, baloney!

Old Stephen sourpuss downstairs
has never even heard of her.

Then how did it get here?

Well, it probably blew in from the moors

and old sourpuss picked it up.

He looks the waste not, want not type.

Yes.

If he saw the name on it

that would account for the kind of

recognition he gave when he
heard we came from Carne.

Come on, go to bed.

Thank heavens the water is down

and we can leave this
place in the morning.

[Marian] Yes, we
shan't see Stephen again.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

Come on Jim, I want the Lux.

You must be Mrs. Ranger.

That's right.

I reckon you got caught in the storm

and Mr. Deremid gave you shelter?

My clothes got wet and he
took them away for drying.

I was looking for them now.

There's an airing
cupboard in the kitchen.

Depend upon it, that's where they are.

Hurry along Jim, now.

Get on with the fireplaces.

I was only having a look.

Come on, I'll show you.

Thank you so much.

- It's dry.
- Ah.

Mr. Stephen's not such
a fool for a bachelor.

Oh, I shall have to lend
you some of my stockings.

That is if you don't mind?

Not at all.

Did Mr. Stephen tell you about me?

Yes.

Well, he said you seemed to have

helped him when he needed it most.

I did my best.

I'd better get changed quickly.

I've got a friend with me.

Oh.

I expect she'll be wondering
what's happened to me.

I'll get the stockings.

By gum the house is full of women.

Oh I'm sorry if I startled you.

Oh it wasn't that, only I'm not used

to seeing lovely visions at
this time of the morning.

Visions, oh go on.

There are lots better
looking girls than me.

Oh, not in this house, Miss.

We haven't had a young lady
here for, oh quite a long time.

When was the last?

I'd better get on with my work.

(screams)

(playful music)

Don't be frightened, he won't hurt you.

Here, stroke him a bit.

What is he, a monkey?

No, he's a Capuchin.

He's a raring for fleas.

What's he called?

Cain.

It's a good old bible name isn't it.

You know, he sleeps with me at night, aye.

And he nips me too,

if he doesn't get his
fair share of the bed.

What about the fleas?

Oh, they don't like my blood.

But he likes a nibble at a young lady's.

(door bangs)

[Marian] Oh Doris, this is Mrs. Ranger.

Mr. Deremid's housekeeper.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

And I'm Jim Sturrock.

And this is Cain the Capuchin.

Your friend's been telling
me about your adventures.

I've a mind you won't be sorry

to leave these Yorkshire Moors.

Sorry, I'm on my way
back to civilization

if I have to swim.

(chuckles) I don't think
that'll be necessary.

Jim, don't stand gawking there.

Get out the car and drive
these two young ladies

to wherever they want to go.

Oh, it's very kind of you, but...

I won't hear a word.

You've done enough walking already.

Besides, the bogs will
be even more dangerous

after these rains.

Come along, I'll see you to the car.

(chickens clucking)

Come on.

Now you behave yourself.

You know, one day he nipped me backside.

We nearly had a smash-up.

Hurry up Jim, the young
ladies can't wait all day.

(car engine rumbling)

The countryside looks nice

after its wash and brush-up, doesn't it.

I always say the Earth's
like a human being.

A good bath now and then
doesn't do it any harm.

The only difference is if the
Earth doesn't get any water,

it gets cracked up and dries.

With a human being it just gets smelly.

I don't mind a good bath
myself now and then.

Whenever I begin to see
people drawing away from me.

Jim Sturrock I says, Jimmy.

You're beginning to stink.

You get a nice view of
Puttock Hag down there.

You see them three
paths leading across it?

Don't you ever try walking on them.

Or you'll find yourself with
your head under the mud.

They say one of the paths
leads right across it.

Them that's tried to find out which one

have never come back.

I reckon they've made a nice,
tasty morsel for Puttock.

Does no one know the
path that leads across?

Well, Mr. Stephen thinks he knows it.

He spends a lot of time
looking at Puttock.

It seems to draw him, somehow.

I hate leaving like this,
without knowing about Evelyn.

Go on, it's old sourpuss
you're worrying about.

I hate leaving him, too.

Don't you see, Doris?

That report I found last night.

And the feeling I had
she'd been in the room.

A whole lot of hooey.

The sooner you forget about it the better.

Please stop.

I'm going back.

Oh, don't be a fool, Marian.

I tell you Doris, I've
got to know about Evelyn.

Well, don't think I'm going
with you, because I'm not.

I'm going back to
Bridgepool, for some fun,

and bright lights and normal people.

Goodbye, Doris.

Hello did you forget something?

Mrs. Ranger I had to come back.

Is it is Mr. Stephen?

(chuckles) You've caught
me with one of my hobbies.

Aren't they dear little things?

You see, I spin this into wool,

then I make jumpers and suchlike.

I've a host of nieces

and they love the little woollies I make.

Isn't she a pretty creature?

He's still asleep.

Mrs. Ranger.

I suppose I'm not the first
visitor you've had here?

You mean tourists and suchlike?

Ha, short shift that sort gets.

Still, sometimes there must
be people you can't turn away.

Walkers who get lost in the moor,

Or caught in a storm, coming
here for shelter as I did.

You know it's queer you should say that.

I suppose I ought not to mention it,

but you don't look the
sort that would talk.

I'm afraid it might hurt Mr. Stephen

if he was reminded of it again.

Please tell me.

All right, I will.

Come along, Emily.

It was almost a year
ago, a girl came here.

She'd lost her way on the moors.

What was she like?

Dark, very pretty.

She was a school mistress.

After she left, they got some tale

about her going down in one of those bogs.

They even sent the police
from Pensley up here.

Great gawks poking and prying about

to see which way she set off.

As if she'd lose her
way in broad daylight,

walking back the way she came.

To Brickfell?

That's right.

I didn't see her go.

Jim and I were down at Pensley that day.

Mr. Stephen saw her off.

You're in love with him, aren't you?

Same as that one a year ago.

I suppose you're feeling,

that given the time and the chance,

he'll grow very fond of you.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Understand, I'm not preaching.

I don't want to make trouble.

Only I like you,

and I don't want to see
you get hurt, or him.

How could he be hurt?

Easy.

I fancy you don't understand about him.

He's the best man I know.

I'm fond of him like my own son.

But he's no more use now
in the outside world.

Oh, I won't believe that.

Listen.

When they downed him in Spain,

I watched that boy come back to life.

He hated the world and everything in it.

So he set a wall around
himself to shut out that world.

Every year now, he gets further
and further away from it.

But supposing I were
willing to share his life?

Cut off with him from the outside world.

A stranger's all right for a
break but not for a long time.

In a month you'd be
rubbing his nerves raw.

I've still got to see him.

All right, but I hope
it will be easier now

after what I've said to you.

Easier?

When he tells you to go.

(car horn honks)

Hello, Jim.

Aye, right tasty bit of stuff too.

Now, that's no way to
talk of a young lady.

Have you been drinking?

What, at this time of the morning?

They're not open.

Come here, let me smell your breath.

He's right, they can't be open yet.

Have the floods done much damage?

I haven't had a chance to look yet.

The wall has crumbled the
other side of the gate.

There's a ruddy great hole there.

Well you better mend it then.

No, I'll leave that to the Master.

Knowing how fond he is of mortar.

I always said he should
have been a plasterer.

Get along now.

You ought to be working

instead of yammering like an old woman.

All right.

You look as if you could
deal with some sleep.

Why not go up to your room and rest?

I'll call you when he wakes, come on.

(playful music)

(dramatic music)

Psst.

Psst.

(playful music)

Cain.

Cain.

Come here.

Come here you little rascal.

(dramatic music)

Ah!

(Marian screams)

What are you doing here?

I'm very sorry, Miss.

I meant no offence.

Only I come for me monkey.

I thought he might give you a fright.

Oh.

It wasn't him that gave me the fright.

Come here, you little brat.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself,

behaving like that in a lady's bedroom?

He's almost human though, Miss.

I shall never forget the first time

I took him to Pensley.

He found his way into the Ladies...

(knocks on door)

Are you all right, my dear?

When I heard that scream,
I thought he'd got you.

What are you doing here?

Oh, it's all right.

He only came after his monkey.

That's right, I came after my monkey.

You great blundering fool.

You might have scared her
out of her life, off you go!

Quick, take your monkey with you

Go on, go on!
- It's not a monkey,

it's a Capuchin, all right.

- Go on!
- All right.

It's not a monkey.

And get on with your work!

(laughs) Jim's got a heart of gold,

but he's no more brains
than one of my rabbits.

Mr. Stephen's been up for an hour.

When I last saw him, he was
going down to the stables.

Good morning.

Why are you still here?

Stephen, I know why
you don't want me here.

Not only me, but any woman.

I know that Evelyn was here.

Well?

Why didn't you tell me?

After all, she was my friend.

And now she's gone.

I want to know about her.

All right, she was
here, I sent her away.

Was it because she was in love with you?

Yes.

You didn't love her?

Poor Evelyn.

She could have helped you
if only you'd loved her.

I could help you, Stephen.

Oh, if I left here without trying,

I'd never feel right again.

This is all very high-minded of you.

You seem to regard me as a
sort of male sleeping beauty,

to be restored to life by your kiss.

No.

You're like someone who's
been thrown by a horse,

or crashed a plane.

The one way to get your nerve back

is to get on a horse or go
up in a plane again at once.

Go on.

The Spanish war was your crash.

Your wounds been buried
alive by that shell.

Above all, your bitterness
and frustration.

Oh, you've never even tried to climb back.

You're still buried alive,

cut off here from the world.

Oh listen, Stephen, use me as your cure.

I'm flaying myself to
behave with you like this.

All I know is that I love you.

Before I go, at least I must
try and do this for you.

I see.

So you think a brief interlude with you,

would send me back to the world, cured?

If you'd like to put it like that.

I'll be anything you want
for these next few days.

If only it'll make you
well and happy again.

After that, unless you ask me to stay,

I'd, I'd go away for good.

You are going now.

You're getting no unctuous
glow out of saving me.

You fool!

You think I've turned my back
on real women, lovely women,

to change it all for a
sentimental little school marm?

Stephen!

What have you got?

No beauty, no brains.

Just a lot of half-digested
ideas about life,

picked up in a teacher's common room.

Now, will you go?

(slow dramatic music)

Marian!

We're back where we started.

Don't let's think about that now.

Don't let's think about anything
beyond the next few days.

They're ours.

(upbeat piano music)

I've brought your tablets.

I don't want any tablets.

It's the full moon.

Switch off the light.

(dramatic music)

Stephen, what's the matter?

Your tablets.

Can I trust you take two
before you go to bed?

Will two be enough?

- Yes.
- They weren't last time.

They will be tonight.

All right.

For God's sake, don't
stare at me like that.

You mustn't be late.

Don't worry, Miss Ives is going up now.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Come on, take them now.

(dramatic music)

Miss Marian, I've got
something to say to you.

I'll make it short, but it won't be sweet.

You must leave this house, at once.

Oh Mrs. Ranger, please.

We've been over this so often before.

I'm sure you mean well,

but I know what I'm
doing, and I'm staying.

But you don't know the
risks you're running.

You've told me often enough.

I may hurt Stephen and break my own heart.

But there is more than that.

Haven't you felt there's
something wrong about this house?

All right, I'll put it in another way.

Aren't there things about this place,

about us, that have puzzled you?

This is a bad house.

Surely, you've felt that, too?

Someone educated, like you?

Why do you suppose we three live here?

Cut off from the world.

You told me why.

He told me why.

That's not the half of it, my dear.

I can't tell you all.

I'm like a dog that's whistled two ways.

I can't say why you should go.

I can only tell you that you must.

But why, at least give me some hint.

For my own conscience's sake,
I've said too much already.

Please go!

Get out of here tomorrow.

Before he wakes up.

No.

Whatever it is, I'm staying.

(sighs) All right I've done all I can.

I've said all I dare.

Will you promise me one thing?

What?

If you feel or hear anything
strange that frightens you,

will you come straight to me.

Yes, I promise you that.

Always lock this door.

That's what Stephen said.

Lock it now as soon as I've gone.

Goodnight, dear.

Try to sleep.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Stephen.

Stephen!

(Stephen yells)

Oh, he's killed him.

He's killed Cain.

(dramatic music)

His neck's broke.

Poor little love.

Poor little Cain.

If you'd done your duty
and kept me in sight,

you could have spared her this.

And saved the monkey.

He isn't a monkey, he's a Capuchin.

Take it away, take it away.

Do you think it's safe?

To leave me?

Yes, Sturrock.

I've made my kill for tonight.

After the war, when I was
released from that prison camp,

they shipped me to a hospital at home.

Mrs. Ranger was my special nurse.

There was a brain specialist there

who told me that a shock
like mine might result

in something hidden and permanent

recurring at certain intervals.

A full moon?

Yes that's right, the full moon.

However the authorities were
satisfied that I was cured.

And they sent me to the
sea with Mrs. Ranger

to look after me and give
me my sleeping draughts.

The landlady had a
little dog, a Pekingese,

who took a great fancy to me.

And I was very happy there.

Then suddenly, everything stopped.

I woke up one night in
the middle of the floor

with the Pekingese in my hands, dead.

And my right hand was twisting its neck.

That was the first of those blackouts

that the doctor had warned me about.

I had killed a dog.

The next time it might be a man.

Then Mrs. Ranger came in.

She knew at once what had happened to me.

I think she'd known it
was going to happen.

She took the dog and
got me back to my bed.

The next day we moved on
to a cottage in Dorset.

Well, three months went by.

I was beginning to feel
my confidence creep back

when it happened again.

So then I decided to
hide myself away here.

I knew what they'd do to
me if once they found out.

Take me and lock me up in a private home

with tame cat doctors,

purring over me like a collector's piece.

Can you bear to think
of one of those places?

The bright pretence of being
one, big, happy family.

And all the time everyone
watching each other

with sly, furtive
glances and loose mouths.

The nightmare parody of a hydro.

I couldn't have stood up to it, Marian.

I'd have been in a straitjacket
before a month was out.

So I came here and fooled the world.

Sometimes after a longer spell than usual,

I dared to believe I was sane.

Then it'd happen again to jerk me back.

Don't pity me, Marian.

I've won, in my way.

I ought to be locked up,
put away, but I'm free.

I'm on my own land in my own house.

I draw checks and they honour them.

I've cheated the world all right.

Each day, for almost five years,

I've gloated a little about that.

But Stephen, this may not be incurable.

You've no idea what
they've done for the mind.

Do you think I'd risk that?

Oh, it's such a pitiful waste.

There is to be no talking
from you when you go.

But it's all so wrong.

I'll decide that.

I ought to have turned you
out of this house at once.

Now you know why I have to send you away.

Why you have to lock your door.

I love you, you forced that out of me.

Don't use it to betray me.

You've got to promise me that.

Oh, but Stephen, you know...

Now go to bed.

I want to be by myself.

(dramatic music)

(Mrs. Ranger vocalising)

♪ Li da di ah tu ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La ♪

(door bangs)

Good morning.

Morning.

I'd have given anything

for it not to have happened like that.

I've tried to tell you so many
times, but I just couldn't.

That fool Sturrock
should have kept by him,

or failing that, should
have prevented you seeing.

Oh, I should have found out in time.

You could never have
all kept on hiding it.

I wish you'd gone when I begged you to.

At least I know now it's not
because he doesn't love me.

Besides I'm coming back.

You can't do that,
it's not safe for you.

No, I've thought of all that.

Think of him!

He wouldn't be able to
bear seeing you watch him

knowing you know about him.

Listen Mrs. Ranger,

I believe this thing of
Stephen's is curable.

It's not organic and it's not hereditary.

It's the result of an old shock.

A darkness that comes and goes.

If we could get a brain
specialist down here...

Mr. Stephen would never allow that.

I know the man.

One of the finest in the world.

Stephen wouldn't have to know.

He'd have to come here
casually, on some excuse.

I see, now tell me something.

Mind you, I don't want to crab all this.

But how much would a
big man like that cost?

Oh dear, I hadn't thought about that.

I might be able to raise something myself.

Borrow on the little that's coming to me,

but not enough, I'm afraid.

I think I might be able to find it here.

How?

Listen.

Mr. Stephen's great grandfather

had a lot of gold cups and things.

They found most of it when he died.

But the things he cared for most

he's supposed to have hidden in the house.

If that is so, I know where they are.

In the secret room?

How did you know about that?

When we first came,
Stephen told me about it,

but he said he never found it.

I think I know where it is.

I believe I do, too.

Where?

On the floor above this

is a little window covered with ivy.

You can only see it if
you look very closely.

That's where I make it.

If there's a thing of value
hidden, that's where it'll be.

Oh but I, I don't feel
right about going in there.

Well, you're doing it for his sake.

Yes.

Yes, that's true.

But how and when?

into Pensley this afternoon.

Mr. Stephen has to see his
bank manager so he has to go.

You'll have at least an hour.

And then you can try to get in.

Very well.

I'm so glad we're going to
be partners in helping him.

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

♪ La da di da da da ♪

Still here, eh?

I suppose more than
ever you want me to go?

No, not yet.

Remember my saying
something to you last night.

Something about a promise?

What exactly do you want me to say?

You know very well.

You found out my, well,
let's be thoroughly dramatic

and call it my secret.

I want you to promise
that it remains a secret.

Oh, you know I'd never
tell as an informer.

That if I did mention your case to anyone,

it would only be to help you.

That's just what I'm afraid of.

That you'll go to some
quack brain specialist.

Only too eager to use me as a guinea pig,

until he tired of the experiment

and handed me over to the authorities.

Oh, but Stephen.

Every doctor is as much

under the seal of secrecy as a priest.

You forget something.

Madmen are public enemies.

Now understand this, you
are not discussing me

with anyone in the outside world.

Anyone, do you understand?

Suppose I decide I know better?

I love you, that gives me
some right in the matter.

None at all, it's my life.

Will you give me that promise?

If I don't?

Once again, you've
forced me to be dramatic.

Until you do promise, I can't
allow you to leave the house.

I see.

(knocks on door)

Come in.

Look dear, I've brought you some lunch.

He says you're not to leave your room.

What's the meaning of it?

I'm afraid he's getting suspicious

about what I might do.

Then you mustn't do it.

It's too dangerous.

Dangerous?

But Marian, I'm frightened for you.

There's something more you know,

you haven't told me about.

I don't know, thank God.

I don't even want to suspect.

Tell me, please.

I never meant to tell
you this, but now I must.

That girl who was here last year.

She found out about Mr. Stephen.

She wanted to do like you.

Bring a doctor up here to see him.

He couldn't talk her out of it.

She was so determined.

They say she went down in Puttock Hag.

Nobody ever found her body.

And we never saw her leave the house.

(dramatic music)

I know what you're thinking.

It's not true.

It's impossible.

So you see why you mustn't do any more.

Run further risks.

I'm still going on with my plan.

Oh, you do love him, don't you.

All right, then.

I'll have Jim get out the long ladder.

It's by the side of the house.

He won't go past that way.

(knocks on door)

Mrs. Ranger.

All right.

I'm going to lock you in.

When I come back, we'll
talk about the future.

(car engine rumbles)

Sturrock.

(Marian grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(screams)

(dramatic music)

What are you doing up there?

What is all this, exterior decorating?

I say, is anything the matter?

Steady.

I'm all right.

It's just coming into the sunlight

after the gloom in there.

Well what is it, a secret room?

How did you know?

Elementary my dear Watson.

The ladder and your antics tell me

that the door on the inside is blocked.

Oh, well, why are you here?

Two reasons, one of them
is your luscious girlfriend.

Doris?

Yes.

I ran into her in Brickfell.

She told me a crazy story
about a mysterious house.

And bits of paper stuck
in a wardrobe door.

And a locket given to a dead girl.

And an anti-social sort of
blighter called Stephen.

So I thought I'd come along
here and do a bit of snooping.

Oh, you said there were two reasons.

Why yes, didn't I tell you?

I'm in love with you.

Oh Barry, please.

I know, I know.

We only met a couple of weeks ago.

Spent a few days together.

But it doesn't make any difference.

My heart turned over when I saw you

sitting in that carriage.

And it's been whizzing around
like a flywheel ever since.

Oh Barry please, I can't listen.

All right, I'm watching the fences.

But tell me one thing.

Hm?

Do you love anyone else?

No, no!

I heard you the first time.

Barry, please will take
me away from here, now.

That's just what I've come for.

The car is around the corner
with the luscious Doris in it.

She couldn't face coming
back to the house.

I'll go and get my things.

Wait here for me.

(whistling)

(upbeat music)

Have another cake.

No thank you.

Oh go on, it won't hurt you.

Men like curves.

So they tell me.

And what else do they tell you?

Well, they didn't have
a chance to tell me much.

There was I, in a town full
of the gorgeous beasts.

And there was Jiminy
conscience on my shoulder

nagging me to go back to Marian.

And Jiminy conscience won.

For the first and last time.

You know, it was a bit
of luck my running into you

as soon as you arrived at Brickfell.

You're telling me.

I didn't fancy meeting Dracula on my own.

Oh, come on Marian, snap out of it.

Forget about old sourpuss.

Leave her alone, Doris.

I understand how you feel.

I don't wonder you would have been shaken

with what you found in that room.

What room, what what did you find?

You went in there?

Yes, I nipped up the ladder

while you were packing your things.

You, you saw it?

The skeleton, yes.

A skeleton?

I might have known he'd
have one knocking around.

As a possible future coroner,
it rather interested me.

I mean, how long he'd been there.

He'd been there?

Some old priest, I dare say.

That was probably a priest hole.

A man?

Oh certainly.

And I should think at least 300 years old.

Do you know what you're saying?

Rather, the one thing I
can't be fooled on is bones.

I remember when I was a medical student,

they brought me a skeleton and...

Barry, will you take me back?

I thought you might be wanting that.

Well, this is where I came in.

[Barry] Coming?

Not me.

I prefer to keep my
skeleton in my clothes.

Well, she was a luscious
piece, I can tell you.

So, speaking the language like a native,

I said to her Mademoiselle
(speaking in foreign language).

You love him very much, don't you.

Yes.

This'll do, Barry, please drop me here.

Can't I take you up to the house?

No, I'd rather walk.

Shall I wait for you?

No, I won't be coming back.

(dramatic music)

Get her, Jim!

I might have known you'd come back.

Standing there so quietly while
I planted the little bunny.

A proper sly piece, isn't she.

Don't move now.

I shall have to get Jim
to pull your throat out.

How shall we do it?

We can take her
upstairs and do it there.

Then plant her by his bedside.

When he wakes up, tell him he did it.

He'll be more under us than ever, then.

No, I think you're wrong, Jim.

He's so high-minded he
might give himself up.

Aye.

Perhaps the Puttock
Hag's better after all.

I think you're right, Jim.

Really I do.

Hurry up.

(dramatic music)

She's coming to, Jim.

You didn't hit her hard enough.

I will next time.

(Marian screams)

Go on, scream, no one can hear you.

Why did you this to Stephen?

Why do people do most things, for money.

And he paid us very well,

didn't he Jim, to look after him.

Us knowing his weakness for killing.

He didn't kill I know that now.

Those animals he found dead.

Even Cain.

You killed them!

Not bad, you've got brains.

And those sleeping tablets.

They were just to make him
unconscious for a moment,

while you planted dead
things in his hands.

Proper funny the way he took them

and thought they were doing him good.

(laughing)

You must have planned this all out

from the very beginning,

even when you were his nurse in hospital.

That's right, I did.

You're evil.

To have him dependent on you,
and yet to make him suffer.

Yes, there was fun in that.

To watch him try to
escape and jerk him back

just as he thought he was getting free.

[Jim] It was real
fun, that was. (laughs)

Get her, Jim!

(dramatic music)

[Marian] Oh!

Thought you'd get away eh,
just like your friend Evelyn,

but she ended up in Puttock
Hag as you're going to.

You killed Evelyn?

Yes.

She got the same bee in her bonnet as you.

Of course the one thing we couldn't have

was a specialist coming down
here finding he was sane.

So we had to stop her.

A rare cool one, Mrs. R, isn't she?

Jim, we're wasting time.

Will you do it or shall I?

Let me, I've never done it before.

(gun bangs)

Ah!

Don't move, either of you.

I'm sorry I had to let
you go through all this.

I had got to hear
everything they had to say.

I've been following from the beginning.

You're surprised to see
this, aren't you Mrs. Ranger?

It's my one secret you
haven't shared with me.

I brought it back from
Spain and kept it by me.

It's been a great comfort to me.

Every night I look at it and I think

if ever it does become unbearable,

before they start chaining me down,

there's always this way out.

And now it seems there's
another use for it.

You killed Evelyn.

You were going to kill me,
only I took longer to die.

Think of it, to be sane,
and think you were mad.

Well, what are you going to do about it?

I'm gonna take you to
Pensley, to the police.

And charge us with the
murder of Evelyn Prentice?

Spinster of God knows what parish.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

Where's your evidence?

A story told by an
hysterical girl and you.

A man whose actions for years
have been those of an idiot.

Besides, you can't have
a murder without a body.

And I can see them draining
the Puttock for that.

All right, Mrs. Ranger.

I'll convict you and sentence you myself.

No Stephen, no.

I'd like to shoot you and watch you die.

But I'll not be your executioner.

I'll leave the judgement to that.

You see those three paths?

Well, you know the story.

One of them goes through
to the other side,

the other two end in slime.

You can take your choice.

And if you choose wrong,

you can think of Evelyn as you go down.

[Mrs. Ranger] He means it.

[Stephen] You had better start.

I might change my mind.

I'm thankful for every moment

you've suffered these last five years.

Come on, come on.

(dramatic music)

We'll take the left.

No, centre, centre.

To the left, trust me, I know.

Get on you fool, he'll
kill us if you don't.

(Jim moans)

Pull yourself together.

I tell you we're all right.

They're going to get across.

I tell you this is the wrong path.

Shut up.

I'm going back.

And have him shoot you?

I don't care, I'm not
going to die in the bog.

I'm going back.

(Jim screams)

(Mrs. Ranger screams)

(both screaming)

Stephen it's, it's horrible.

If only they had chosen right.

They did.

That's why I let them go.

This is the path that goes across.

(gentle music)