All language subtitles for The.Monster.of.Blackwood.Castle.1968.720p.BluRay.x264-BiPOLAR

Henry.

Henry, Mr Tucker hasn't arrived yet.
I do hope nothing has happened to him.

What could happen to him?
- How should I know?

Did you hear a dog howling?
- What, Agatha?

I wish you would listen
to what I say. I said a dog.

I didn't hear a dog.
- You never pay attention to anything.

And you, Doctor?
- No, I didn't hear any dog howling.

Then I guess
all that whiskey made you deaf.

There was a terrifying howling,

coming from the direction
of Blackwood Castle.

Good evening! - Good evening!
- Good evening, Mr Connery.

Good evening, Mylady.
- You're back from your evening stroll?

Yes.
- Good. And you feel healthier?

Yes, the fresh air has done me some good.
- Why don't you leave him alone, Doctor?

We rented Mr Connery a room out of season
to get him a quiet rest in the country.

That's what he does. I haven't seen him
touch a drop of whiskey since he arrived.

Very wise. And I...
- No, no. That's enough out of you.

Just one question, Mr Connery.
- Certainly, Mylady. What is it?

Did you see Mr Tucker on your way?
- Mr Tucker?

No, I didn't.
- I'm really worried.

He doesn't know the woods very well.
- Perhaps he scouts them out.

Good night, Mylady.
- Good night, Mr Connery.

Good night.

Mr Tucker?

How do you do, Miss Jane?

Why, Mr Grimsby? I didn't realize,
you were still employed by my father.

Over 20 years now. And the last 5 years
here at Blackwood Castle. Come in.

Hello, Miss Wilson.

I am Mr Jackson, your father's solicitor.
- How do you do, Mr Jackson?

Unfortunately I can't say "Welcome"
under the circumstances.

I read about my father's death
in the papers. That's why I've come.

The late Captain Wilson left very clear
and explicit instructions to me...

regarding his estate. Informing you
wasn't part of my duties. Please sit down.

He didn't want me to be here
for the funeral, is that it?

The captain was a very difficult man.
- Yes, yes. I know.

I didn't see my father for 10 years.
He hated my mother. But me, too?

Now, Miss Jane, your father saw to it
that you have everything you needed.

Yes, materially.
- You had the best education.

He never answered my letters, not once.
He never told me where my mother was.

Do you know?
- No, Miss Jane.

He never talked about personal things.
- He didn't leave me anything at all?

No word, not a letter?
- No, Miss Jane. His will leaves you...

only what you see: Blackwood Castle.
No money, no other tangibles,

only whatever Blackwood Castle is worth.
You could get about 10,000 pounds...

if you sell it very quickly. if you agree
to the terms of your father's will,

you can sign here right away
the authorisation of sale.

Can't that wait till tomorrow morning?
- You're staying at Blackwood?

Where is my father buried?
- In the mausoleum of Blackwood Castle.

Take me to it!
- Certainly.

Miss Jane.

Sir?

Hello.

Who are you?
- My name is Jackson, solicitor.

Executive of the estate
of Allan Turnby Wilson? - That's right.

Former owner of this castle? - Yes.
Then I'm at the right address.

I would like to purchase this castle.
- What did you say?

I'd like to buy this old ruin.
How much is it? - It's not for sale.

I will give you 20,000 pounds.
- And I told you...

You'll never get a better price than that.
I have my chequebook here.

I tell you it's quite impossible, Mr...
- Baldwin.

Mr Baldwin. Blackwood Castle now belongs
to the late Captain Wilson's daughter.

Oh, he has a daughter? Where is she?
- She's... I'm expecting her,

but I can tell you right now she has
no intention at all of selling Blackwood.

Rubbish! Everything is for sale.
It's only a question of how much.

I have the money, and I like to spend it.
Just tell her to name a price,

and we'll soon work out a deal.
I'll be staying in the region.

Maybe there's a good hotel around here.
- Yes, sir. The "Old Inn".

Good. I'll be staying there then.
And don't forget: I'm very persistent.

When I really want something
I always get it.

You can always try.

Oh! Miss Jane!
There you are again!

You forgot to sign this a while ago.
Will you do it now, please?

And you've forgotten that I said
I'll wait till tomorrow morning.

What do you mean?
- Blackwood Castle is not for sale.

What? But look at what a run down
condition this place is in,

why you could hardly call it liveable.
- I've lived in much worse places.

Bring my luggage, please!
- No, don't! - What do you mean?

Because nothing is prepared for you.
We've no personnel besides Grimsby.

I don't believe there's one decent room.
- My father lived in the castle for years,

so I'm sure he must have had
a room somewhere. I'm not hard to please.

Very well, my dear,
if you absolutely insist.

I'm staying with you though.
That way we can settle things properly.

Grimsby! You can fetch the lady's baggage.
- I already told him that.

Oh, just think of your liver, Doctor.
You drink like a fish.

Hello, everybody. I need a room.
- A room! Oh, well. Of course!

Yes, certainly you can have a room.
What do you say to this sudden business?

We're coming back into fashion.
Yes, which room shall I give you now?

Give him the one from Mr Tucker.
- Oh, but Mr Connery.

Mr Tucker went out and hasn't come back.
I'm terribly worried about it,

but I can't turn him out of his room
just like that.

Anything the matter?
- Nothing at all. A man rented a room...

and then never returned. Either it's
something mysterious or nothing at all.

Won't you follow me? Jameson!

Don't you think it's a very pretty room?
- Yes, yes. Very nice.

You can have it then. Oh, no scandal,
please. I run a respectable house.

Did you know Blackwood Castle's owner?
- Old Captain Wilson? Of course I did.

Did he pass away suddenly?
- Yes, quite unexpectedly.

As the saying goes: "Here today,
gone tomorrow." A heart attack,

a beautiful way to go, don't you think?
No, he often used to come and visit us.

In the old days we owned Blackwood Castle.
My brother is Lord Henry Beverton.

Tell me about it some other time.
- Ah, very well.

What do you want?
Don't you have anything else to do?

Hi, Mr Jackson. What's going on?
- I heard a strange noise,

Miss Jane.
- So did I.

But I don't hear it anymore.

Grimsby! It's coming from down there!

Thank you.

What are these snakes doing here, Grimsby?
- They belong to your father.

This weather makes the Python nervous.
- My father had snakes?

He had a special fondness
for dangerous animals like these.

What are those for?
- To feed the snakes. - Feed the...

Well, I can't let the poor things starve.
They're very valuable specimens.

You should go back to sleep, Miss Jane.
- Yes.

Who is it? Oh, you!

The candelabra. Perhaps you'll still
be needing it tonight, Miss Jane.

Thank you, Grimsby.

Just a second. Can't this room be locked?
I can't see to find the key anywhere.

This room has never been locked.
That's why there isn't any key for it.

Good night.

What's the matter?

A snake... in the bed.

This one isn't poisonous, Miss Jane.
This one was Captain Wilson's mascot.

As I already told you:
His love of animals was quite insatiable.

Henry! Doctor!

Did you hear that noise?
That dog,

that shriek of a man in agony?
A man in mortal danger?

Maybe you had better take a look.
- In this weather?

A Doctor must be ready in any weather!

What are you doing here?

Hi. I heard a man screaming.
- And you looked around and found nothing!

And you will never find anything!
Imbeciles, you are all imbeciles!

Grimsby!

You called, sir?
- Look at this. It's Baldwin.

How did this corpse get here?
- I'm afraid I can't say.

He mustn't be found here.
He must be got rid of right away!

Good morning. What was all that screaming?
What's going on?

We've just found a dead man.
Nobody knows why or how his body got here.

A body.

Why, that's Mr Baldwin!
- Do you know the man?

Are you saying you don't know who he is?
It's the man who offered you 20,000 pounds

for Blackwood Castle yesterday
and who you turned down on the spot:

"We're not interested in any offer."
That was what you said to this man,

and now he's lying there, dead!
- Are you telling me that I knew him?

How dare you say that?
- I saw you with him and heard every word!

Have you lost your reason?
- You should find a better defense!

We're reporting this to the police!
- What's that?

You'd rather not report this
to the police. Am I correct?

Yes, of course.
We shall inform the police immediately.

Hello, operator! Hello!

Hello?

Hello!

Well...
What's all the excitement?

I was walking by and stepped in,
just to say hello. And what do I find?

Mr Baldwin! He has the room next to mine
at "The Old Inn", and he didn't come back.

Oh.

Is he dead?
- Yes, he's dead.

We found him right there in this chair.
- You found him, Mr Jackson!

Hello? Scotland Yard, please.
Hurry!

Miss Finley! I ring for you and ring
for you and so, of course, you don't hear.

I'm sorry. Your tea's coming right away.
- Tea? I have a body lying on my desk.

On your desk?
- Yes, a matter of speak.

Somebody bit a dog to death or vice versa.
In Blackwood Castle.

Where is it located? - I don't know.
Oh, dear. And not an Inspector free.

Is it that serious?
- No. It's perhaps a quirk of fate.

I'll have to handle this matter myself.
- You, Sir John?

Why not? You've no faith in my ability.
It may be only a shaggy dog story,

but one can't always be
behind one's desk.

That goes for you, too. A wonderful idea!
You'll get to learn the practice.

It's always been my wish to have
a little practice under you, Sir John.

The pleasure is mine.

I have no idea! Why should I
have to wait for Scotland Yard?

To be here to reply to...
- Questions? I have nothing to do with it!

The victim was obviously carried here
from the outside. I'm sorry.

I must go now. I have urgent business
in London. Can't wait any longer.

Please, here. My card.
In case the police want to speak to me.

Grimsby here. Yes.
Yes, absolutely.

Yes, hello. Jackson speaking.
- You failed on your mission.

You didn't get that girl away from there.
- But please! Let me explain...

I don't need your explanations anymore.
- Hello! I did everything I could!

The police! - Don't you avoid them?
I don't think so.

I should tell them what I saw yesterday.
- Why shouldn't you do that?

You can tell them you were on the scene.
- What precisely are you doing here?

I'm a hunter as you know. Sometimes I fall
into the strangest adventures.

But I don't like them to get too exciting,
you understand? Not too exciting.

Just take a look at that, Miss Finley.
This is the true English castle.

An example of ancestral worship. Did you
ever see so many cobwebs? No wonder...

the sun has set on the British Empire.
- It was the property of Captain Wilson.

The captain should have kept
his ship shape. Did you know the deceased?

Mr Baldwin. He wanted to buy the castle.
- Buy it?

He offered 20,000 pounds.
- I wouldn't accept it as a gift!

The solicitor refused. - Who?
A Mr Jackson who found the body.

He has left. This is his card.
- Don't you find that very suspicious?

Indeed, indeed.
- However, he isn't the murderer.

The man was evidently killed by a dog.
- We found the teeth marks of a dog,

yet his death was more likely
caused by poisoning.

I must make some tests at the laboratory,
but my first impression...

Poisoned? Nonsense! - Poison?
Most likely snake poison.

It was first a dog, and now it's a snake!
Where would you find snakes here?

In my father's collection!
- What? Extraordinary!

The world's most poisonous snakes, here?
- They belong to my father.

Close the lid, Sir John!
- I wanted to know how active they are.

These creatures are fed, I imagine.
Who does it, you?

No, Grimsby does it.
- And who is Grimsby?

He's an old employee of my father's.
- Where is the man?

Here! I am Grimsby.
- Where were you tonight?

Here in the castle. I never left.
- We'll see about that later.

Heavens! What's that? Turtles.
I like them better in my soup.

Come along, Miss Finley.

Where you really
in the castle all night long?

Find out the cause
of Mr Balwin's unexpected departure.

Yes, Sir John.

Well, and who are you?
- I'm Dr Adams, the village practitioner.

Were you at all acquainted with the
unfortunate victim? His name was Baldwin.

He's gone off to paradise, I understand.
- Paradise?

The man lived at "The Old Inn", but he
never had a chance to sleep in his bed.

Could you tell me where the former owners
of Blackwood Castle are living now,

Lord and Lady Beverton?
- They own "The Old Inn".

They run the inn?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Come on.

I'm afraid there's nothing to be done.

You better send in a report
by radio, Constable.

Dr Sheppard!

Nice to see you again.
- Henry. Agatha.

Archie.
- You run an inn?

Yes...
- The English aristocracy always had...

it's enemies: the French and the Spanish,
not to mention the plague. Now it's taxes.

Don't forget The Beatles, too.
- Who are they? May I offer you something?

No, thank you. I'm on duty here.
This is where a Mr Baldwin was residing?

Yes, what about him?
- He's dead.

But he looked like such a healthy soul.
- I have no doubt he was.

He was chewed to pieces by a dog
or poisoned, I don't know exactly.

We must talk about Mr Tucker now.
He's another one of our guests.

He went out last night
and never returned.

Now we have two missing persons.
Who is this Mr Tucker?

A nature lover, as it would seem.
He went for long walks.

We don't know what happened to him.
- And about Mr Baldwin either.

The body was stolen.
- It won't get very far, doesn't it?

Anything could happen, Agatha.
- We must ask ourselves...

who these people were, why they come here
and just what they were looking for.

Also what kind of a dog
is dashing about the wood!

Assuming that this dog exists.
- But it does! I hear it once in a while.

A dog howling. It's terrifying.
- Some villager's dog poaching at night.

Well, Miss Finley, any clues?
- I didn't find a thing, only...

Only?
- Only a suitcase with nothing in it.

Mr Baldwin seemed to be the kind
whose suitcase will be full!

Who is the boss here? - I am.
Ah. How do you do, Ma'am?

Have you a room free by any chance?
- I must say, this is a coincidence.

Actually there's one just being vacated.
- Is it very far from here to the castle?

What do you want with Blackwood Castle?
- I don't see it as any of your business.

Please, sir. This is...
- How dare you be so insolent.

That alone could make you look guilty!
- I feel this is a sort of flophouse...

where guests are treated like criminals.
- You have no right...

to give my guests the third degree.
You think just because you're a big wheel

at Scotland Yard you can say whatever
you please, but not with my guests.

You just lost your cadaver,
but you shouldn't lose your manners.

I apologize for my rude conduct, but two
murders were committed in this region,

and I intend to get to the bottom of it!
- Aha. I understand.

If you had told me that, there would
have never been the slightest argument.

By the way, my name is Donald Fairbanks.
This is Miss Dorothy Cornick.

Of course, it stands out a mile,
you can spot real breeding.

Don't just stand there, Henry.
They must be dying of thirst.

Surely they'd like a little refreshment.
- Would you show us our rooms first?

Oh, certainly.
- We are really tired from the journey.

No doubt.
- Please, come this way.

Jameson, please take the luggage.
- Sir!

I do hope that you will like this room.
- I'm sure I will.

This gentleman from Scotland Yard
just referred to some murders in the area.

Did you know of it?
- Oh, yes. They were Mr Baldwin...

and Mr Tucker, two charming gentlemen
who used to live here.

I hope it won't ruin your stay here.
I'm sure you'll find this place...

extremely nice for a holiday.

Thank you.
- Did you hear that? It's all we needed.

Scotland Yard in the house, Tucker
and Baldwin dead. What does that mean?

I don't know myself, but I'm really sure
Nelson and Heyes will tell us.

What are you doing?
- What kind of a place is it?

Just normal I should imagine.
- Do you think so? And what's this here?

A door in a wardrobe?

I'm so sorry. I found this... secret door.
- Yes, it was.

Yes. What?
- I mean, now that we both know it,

it's not a secret anymore. Connery. - Huh?
My name is Connery.

Fairbanks. I'm sorry if I disturbed you.
- It doesn't matter at all.

Fairbanks is here, too.
Now we're only missing Nelson and Heyes.

I have met that guy. I don't know where.
Fortunately, I always inspect the room.

That has saved my life many times.
- You're thinking of Baldwin and Tucker?

I wonder who had a reason to murder them.
- How should I know? Maybe a coincidence.

I don't like it.
- Have them send up a bottle of whiskey.

Watch out!

Oh, so you're already getting acquainted!
Very nice!

This is Mr Connery, a very charming
house guest who knows how to keep...

a cool, clear head in any situation.
- Mylady, I'd better explain...

That's alright. Carry on.

The cause of death? I can't say for sure.
- Well, what can you say then?

Nothing, since the corpse has disappeared.
- Now, that's probably the reason...

why somebody stole it.
- We should not find out who the man was.

Now we have to wait for the next body.
- Sent by special delivery.

As long as I am at Scotland Yard we never
had only one corpse. That'll be all.

Right, Sir John.

We better keep a close watch
on Blackwood Castle starting from tonight.

Yes, that's an excellent idea.
Where is my pistol?

Your pistol? But remember the last police
shooting competition. You hit the target

only once out of nine shots. You said:
"Dear Miss Finley, the weapon...

of a criminologist is the mind."
- I wish you would spare me your humour.

Think instead of that ferocious hound
that keeps attacking humans.

You never know,
we could have to defend ourselves!

Telling me I can't shoot, the insolence!
- I don't like the look of it.

You may run into terrible danger.
I realize that you don't have a family...

no, but... there's me.

Remember that.
And I don't want you to take any chances!

Whoever shoots
runs the risk of shooting himself.

Are you worried about me?
Oh! You're such a comfort.

Good. A little higher please.

I'm only thinking of your safety.

Now, now, now...
Just keep cool. Found it?

Yes. I found it.
- Perfect. Now. We'll stay on the alert.

We'll keep a close watch, especially
on that Doctor. A very close watch.

You insult the public from the stage?
- Those folks won't listen!

They talk when I sing! I'm a great artist!
- If it happens again, you'll be fired!

You are lucky to sing from this stage!
- You call this dirty clip joint a stage?

I know what a stage is. I've sung on the
greatest stages in the whole world once.

Yeah, once! Once was enough.

Filthy son of a bitch.

What is it?

What are you doing here?
- He's dead, Catherine.

What are you doing here?
- He's dead, Catherine.

Your husband,
Captain Allan Turnby Wilson, is dead.

So he's dead. I hope he's roasting in hell!
And don't think I'm sorry.

I read it in the papers. Two weeks ago
I opened a newspaper and read it.

And laughed. They've managed to print
some good news, I thought. Sit down.

Why have you come? Only to bring greetings
from a dead husband to his estranged wife,

or has he left me something?
- No, he hasn't left you anything.

He bequeathed it all to your daughter.
- Jane?

Where is she?
- At Blackwood Castle. It belongs to her.

And it'll surely sale for 10,000 pounds.
- 10,000 pounds?

Yes, maybe even 20,000.

20,000 pounds.

You must go and talk it over with Jane.
She's only just out of finishing school,

and she's had no experience.
Life is all so strange and new to her.

Get her out of Blackwood Castle.
Show her what life is!

With 20,000 pounds
the whole world is hers. Tell her that!

Get her away from Blackwood Castle,
and do it now!

There, sir. - What?
The hound of Blackwood Castle.

Miss Finley!

Be quiet! - I didn't say anything.
Silence, I say!

Now, who's that?
- A woman, obviously.

Mrs Wilson!
- Good evening, Jane.

I hope you still know me, dear.
We haven't seen each other for 17 years.

But I knew you at once.

It's only natural.
My own daughter.

You're my mother?
- I couldn't come before.

Your father forbade me to come.
I did as he wished...

because of you, Jane.

Ah! Grimsby's still here! Your father,
Jane, was inseparable from Grimsby:

his shadow.
And each as bad as the other.

I'm so sorry, Jane,
but I didn't care for your father.

And I don't care for this man either.
- Why did you come here?

What a question, my child!
Because you need me:

my experience, my advice,

my help.

I think we should sell
this pile of junk...

and go to the best hotel in London.
Let me handle all these details, sweetie.

There, Sir John!
- Yes. I better get him.

It's dangerous! - You wait here.
Sir John!

Wait, Finley.

Oh, Sir John!

Please, Sir John.
Come back to me!

Was I... unconscious?
- Yes, very.

I didn't realize.

Please! Let me in!

Listen to me! What's the meaning of this?
Just what are you doing here?

Good evening, Miss Wilson.
Are you hurt, Mr Fairbanks?

No.
- You were being hunted by a dog?

I never saw such a monster in all my life!
- And you really saw it?

Indistinctly. Such an animal can't exist,
a monster with teeth like a vampire.

Nonsense, nonsense.
- It was following me as I walked along.

Excuse me, please.

Where were you?
- In the wine cellar.

Have you been running? - Pardon?
Pardon me.

So sorry. Anyway, who are you?
- You don't know me?

You've never seen a picture of me?
- A picture? Can you be...

Oh, but no, it's not true. It can't be.
It's not, it's not...

You better forget all those years.
- Catherine Fontaine...

The great Fontaine.
- He knows me.

What are you doing here?
- Taking my daughter away from here...

to London.
- Very considerate.

I hope I'm not intruding.
My name is Nelson, Ken Nelson.

This is Blackwood Castle?
- So someone else interested in...

So you are interested in the castle, too.
What's the reason?

I write about old English castles.
- In the middle of the night?

Of course not. I'm looking for a lodging.
I saw a light here and so...

I recommend "The Old Inn".
You have a car, I believe?

Yes.
- Can you drop me there? I'm a guest, too.

Of course, a pleasure. Excuse me again.
- Think nothing of it.

Good night, Sir John.
- Mr Fairbanks.

What's going on here, Don?
- Hop in. I'll tell you about it later.

I must say something to you, Sir John.
- Yes, Madam?

I don't trust you, Grimsby. Go away!
- You heard what she said?

Go on, make yourself scarce.

Thank you. I know the name Fairbanks.
"Fairbanks" was an officer...

under the command of my husband,
Captain Wilson, on the "President Monroe".

You mean he could be the same Fairbanks?
- Yes. Jane, we won't go to London!

We'll remain here. When there's
big money somewhere my hands tingle.

Now they're tingling up a real storm.
- Miss Finley!

You know what you'll do now? - No.
You must get...

You must get me the complete crew list
of the "President Monroe".

Here we are. They're all here.
Wilson: captain,

Fairbanks: 1st mate,
Tucker: 2nd mate, Baldwin: 3rd mate,

Nelson: chief engineer, and so on.
- Excellent. We're coming closer to it.

What? Closer? We're right on it!
Yes, I must say:

We're in perfect shape. - Right, sir.
What?

I said: "Right, Sir John."
- You're breaking my train of thought!

How could I get back on the train?
I got it. Captain Wilson.

Captain Wilson leaves the service,
stays ashore and buys Blackwood Castle.

5 years after that he passes on.
After his departure some men get here,

all of them members of the ship's crew.
They come in swarms like flies to honey.

And die.
- Right.

Yes, but... Why do they come here and why,
too, were those men killed?

Those questions urgently need answers.
- "Scandal aboard the "President Monroe".

The mysterious disappearance
of the Amsterdam jewel exhibition.

Captain Wilson resigned on the spot."

Daily Telegraph, 5th of November, 1963.

Miss Finley!
You're an angel!

What do we do now? Wait for Heyes?
He's the last one.

Maybe that's the best.
- How about that girl who is with you?

Dorothy?
- Yes.

She knows everything. Any objections?
- That's contrary to our agreement.

I'm marrying her.
- Now he tells me.

What do you think, Dorothy?
Who could get anything out of murdering...

all of us, huh?
Haven't you been wondering about it?

Yes. I'm afraid it'll make you laugh.
- No. Tell me who.

Captain Wilson.
- But he's dead. Are you crazy?

No, that's not quite so dumb
as it sounds.

Did you see Captain Wilson dead?
- If he's not in the mausoleum, I'm crazy.

No one of us saw anything.

Who goes this time?
- Heads.

You.
- Again.

Alright, now.

And now we find out.

That's him. That's the captain.

The devil take us all.

What's this?

"I was expecting you to come
and violate my resting place.

You'll not find what you're looking for.
Only if you see me in eternity,

will you get your share.
Allan Turnby Wilson, Captain."

He's certainly dead, but his strange sense
of humour is very much alive.

Let's get out of here!

What's going on here, Grimsby?
Nothing ever escaped you in the past.

And if you're trying to frighten me,
you'll just be wasting your time.

I can sense money, plenty of it,
and you're in on it.

But are you in on it alone, Grimsby?
Well!

I see. And who else is in on it?

Whatever it is, I am getting my share
of the cream. You understand?

And the biggest share!

What idiots we were! We let ourselves
be taken in on account of that letter.

Anybody could have stuck it in the coffin.
How could he have known he would die?

We're behaving like children!
- Hold it. Be quiet! Do you hear that?

What is it?
- Quiet!

What's the matter?
- The captain! I saw Wilson in the chair!

His body!
- Are you insane?

Archie. Archie,
I'm really so awfully upset.

Everyone's dying here.
- Where's the body?

- Where's the dear departed? - No 7.
- 7! Ah, my lucky number.

So he met his death in the wardrobe?
- Right, Sir John.

Well, we better take a look.

Oh.
- What are you doing in there?

I was hanging up my overcoat, that's all.
- This wardrobe can't serve both rooms.

Oh, yes. It looks that way.
- What brings you here?

This is Mr Connery, room No 6.
- Yes, 6.

Did you murder Mr Nelson, maybe?
- I? Oh no, sir.

I beg your pardon then.
- Not at all.

Apparently the same cause.
- What do you mean: the same cause?

Poison!
- I must know that for certain.

You better take the body,
and take care of it!

Keep in touch with the Yard. - Yard?
Yes, I still have some questions.

I believe you were with the dead man
on the "Monroe".

I'm so sorry. Looking for a murderer?
- Yes. I forgot to tell you...

that you're under arrest for the murder
of Mr Nelson, Mr Baldwin and Mr Tucker.

And Mr Jackson, you forgot him.
- Don't bog me down with details. Come on.

One moment, I must get my overcoat.
- Now, let's be on our way.

How do you do? Have you got a room?
- Several. No one seems to stay very long.

The last one.

You said that I should arrest you.
I did. And now, please, what next?

Do you want to make a statement?
- No. I must see what will happen tonight.

Oh yes, why?
- If you care to listen to my advice:

Keep up the act of my arrest. The killer
thinks that he's in the clear that way.

And he's sure to make a mistake. Right?
- Ah. This is a surprise.

Isn't it?

Shall I shoot, Sir?
- You must not have such primitive ideas.

Will we go tomorrow morning?
- No, we wait. Wait patiently, Jane.

There's a lot more to than this museum!
I know that there's something hidden here.

I don't know where it is or what it is,
but it must be worth a lot.

I can sense it in my bones.
Good night.

Who's in the castle?
- Grimsby, Jane Wilson and her mother,

Catherine Wilson.
- Is that all? What are we waiting for?

Why don't we just tear the entire
castle apart, whether they mind or not!

That's thinking.
We don't need to have any more scruples.

Alright, let's do it!

Do come back safe and sound, gentlemen.
My guests keep getting murdered...

before they get a chance to pay the bill.
It's becoming a nuisance.

I can understand that.

Go ahead!

Hello! Grimsby!
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. At once, sir.

Good. Now a little antidote,
and you can give a love bite.

Get up, and don't scream.

I'm not here for fun, you understand?
- No, let me go! Help!

What are you after?
What do you want with Jane?

What did your father leave you?
Tell me everything.

What should I know?
- Where are the jewels? They must be here.

You know where! - I have no idea.
Haven't you?

Now, get dressed quickly.

I knew the Captain. He hated you. He used
to tell us how often you told him to go...

to the devil. And you're playing the role
of the grieving widow! You know all.

What have you done with Jane? Where's she?
- One of you has got plenty to say.

You, Mrs Wilson, or Jane?

Take her with you. You know where.
- Don't worry.

Come on, hurry!

Help me! Ah!

So it was Fairbanks, I would say.
I heard a shot fired, but I was too late.

Fairbanks had gotten away,
and Mrs Wilson was dead.

I see. You just happened to be there.
- Yes, quite by chance.

You presented me with your card,
but I would like to know just who you are.

Who are you?
- Let's say a rival, Sir John.

Scotland Yard has no rivals,
certainly none who are private detectives.

Perhaps so. I work for the
insurance company that ensured...

the Amsterdam collection of jewels
at a very high figure: a million pounds.

My contract states: "Find out
who stole the jewels and where they are."

Stop investigating Miss Finleys legs.
The jewels vanished aboard the "Monroe".

Wasn't Captain Wilson held responsible?
- Yes, but nobody can prove anything,

and our opinion has always been
that the robbery wasn't one man's work.

Yes, yes. You mean Tucker, Baldwin,
Nelson, Fairbanks and Heyes,

the 5 crew members.
- Who were in on it with the captain.

Here's my theory: He put the jewels away
in a safe place to pick them up later,

when things had quieted down.
- I understand.

Something unexpected happened then:
the death of the captain.

Then the others all came running like rats
from their holes to find the merchandise

that's still hidden in the castle.
- Right.

Is that logical? - Highly logical.
Exactly.

Miss Wilson and Miss Cornick.
- Come right in, ladies.

We're very much closer
to the solution.

Miss Cornick, what are you doing here?
- Miss Cornick is my assistant.

Your co...
- Right. In that way we found out a lot...

- but nothing about the jewels. - I see.
- What shall I do now?

I don't want to go to Blackwood Castle!
- No, no. There's no question about it.

I would suggest that Miss Cornick
should take Jane to my place for a while.

Meanwhile we'll watch Mr Fairbanks.

You seem to be in a hurry, Mr Fairbanks.
- Yes.

But I got time
to take care of you two!

Get back in there!
Go on, get moving!

Hurry it up or there's going to be
blood on the parlour floor.

Go on, get back! Back against the bar!
Hold it right there.

You're not so innocent as you look.
Let's talk it over. You knew the captain!

Of course. He was our neighbour.
- He often dropped in...

and talked about the weather,
but never about the jewels.

Alright, start talking, Mylord.
- We should tell him, Henry.

Yes, we know about the jewels.
- Where are they?

He was friendly,
but not that friendly.

But you have an idea?
- I once heard him say nobody would have

the courage to lay hands on them.
- "Hands"? Why would he say that?

Just what did he mean?
- Maybe the snakes.

Since they are dangerous, nobody
would have the courage to touch them.

Yes. - Hello, Henry!
Sir John!

Is Fairbanks with you?
- Just say that Mr Fairbanks...

has left already.
- Well, Henry? ls Fairbanks with you?

No, actually Mr Fairbanks is away now.
I don't know where he went.

Yes, about an hour ago, I'd say.

Thank you, Mylord.

And now I must be going.
Don't forget, I'll shoot both of you...

without hesitation if I you get
any ideas about following me.

What was the idea of telling...
- Don't be a fool! There'll be no problem.

Grimsby will kill him! Give him the order.
- What will you do?

They may need me over there!
There's not a moment to lose.

I hope you feel quite at home here.
If you like a drink,

there's plenty of Scotch. Help yourself.
I'm going out for a little while.

You have no reason to be afraid.
- Thank you, Dorothy.

Hello!

Captain Wilson!
- Surprised to see your captain again?

Alright!

And now?

I knew we'd find him here.
You're under arrest.

Take that pistol from him!
- Why arrest me?

You're looking for a murderer.
Go down to the cellar,

and you can arrest Captain Wilson!

Isn't one murder enough for you?
- What's all this rot about the captain?

I saw him! Captain Wilson is alive!
In the cellar! I saw him with my own eyes!

Go down and look.
- Well, did you hear that?

I saw him with my own eyes!
- Impossible! We'd better go see.

Assuming naturally this is not
the house the zombies haunt.

Lead the way then. - You heard him?
And no tricks!

Fairbanks saw the captain.
- I was afraid that would happen.

So, see anything, Mr Connery?
- No.

I heard a dog around here, too.
- You talk rubbish! Now you hear things!

The captain's alive!

That ought to be quite easy to verify:
If he's alive, he isn't dead.

If he's here, he can't be in the casket.
I would suggest we visit the mausoleum.

Absolutely.

It may sound like nonsense, but I have
the impression this casket isn't empty.

What gives you this impression?
- My instinct.

Alright now. How do we open the thing?
It seems to be bolted.

No, Sir John. It's opens very easily!
- Must you always keep interfering?

There we are. He's right.
There's nothing to it.

Come over here!

Yes, but... I don't understand.
- Is this Captain Wilson or not?

It certainly is.
- Your manoeuvre wasn't of any use to you.

No, sir.

I must say this, Mr Connery:
I'm not fond of opening caskets.

A body in its resting place
should be left undisturbed,

whether it's Shakespeare's
or Captain Wilson's.

Well, you're coming to the Yard
to discuss things.

I'm going to search Blackwood Castle
high and low with my experts,

and we're going to find those jewels.
Take him away!

Connery, you're sleeping now?

No, not sleeping, Sir John.

I was merely wondering.

Merely wondering, that's all.

What did you say, Mylady?
- You heard me, my dear.

I was acquainting you with the fact
of a murder that my brother,

Lord Henry Beverton,
and Doctor Adams planned to commit.

But what I can I do? Sir John isn't here.
- In any case you've got to do something!

The hypo that I gave him
should last for about one hour.

It has already begun to take effect.

Where's Jameson?
- In sent him to the cellar.

What's that for?
- One less is one less.

- Hello. - Hello, Mr Connery.
- So Scotland Yard has let you go?

Yes, it must have been a mistake.
I'll go and pack my bags.

I would like to have my bill.
- You're not leaving us?

That's right. I'm so sorry,
but all good things come to an end.

That does it!
- No! Listen, Henry.

Blackwood Castle is all ours.
Scotland Yard's away,

Mr Connery's away,
Fairbanks is arrested...

and the captain is in the box.

What if we left him in it?
- Left him? What then?

Then 6 hours later
he'd be definitely dead.

And we don't have to worry
about the funeral arrangements.

Why should the captain wake up now?
- But Grimsby knows about it.

That is why you're going to stay here.
And make sure no one touches the body.

I will go and find the jewels for us.
- Alright.

I think that we can say we've got it made.
- Yes.

This is lady Agatha's statement?
- Signed and sealed, Sir John.

Lord Henry Beverton a criminal?
And Doctor Adams always seemed to be...

suspicious to me.

Our poor Aggie.

What did Montgomery always say
before the battle?

"Archie, my boy, no sentiment. Action!
And to hell with the horses."

Miss Finley!

Ready for blast off?

Lord Henry Beverton?
- Yes, in person.

You're under arrest.

Where's Lord Henry?

Let me through.
I must get to the chess board!

Let me through!

The jewels!

How nice, Doctor!

The Amsterdam jewels:
a million pounds.

There they are.

I don't think you were expecting me!
- No.

Only don't rejoice to soon, Mr Connery.
- On the contrary, Doctor.

I'm absolutely delighted,
I might even say overwhelmed.

So, wasn't I right, Captain?

Lord Henry and Doctor Adams
wanted to cheat you!

What? What's going on?
- Do you ask that, Doctor?

You, who wanted me to stay in my casket?
- Don't listen to that lying swine!

I always told the captain not to trust
the two of you too implicitly.

You?
- That's right.

I'm a special investigator for the
insurance company. I was on the track...

of the captain. I wanted to take
the jewels away from him, but he said:

"A million pounds, Mr Connery.
What do you say to half?"

I'm badly paid
as an insurance investigator.

Naturally I couldn't resist his offer.
Let me help you up.

Now, Doctor,
the punishment for traitors.

Captain, listen to me.
I wasn't going to cheat you. I swear it!

Let's go.

Captain!

Captain!

The pack merely hunts the quarry.
The leader is the only one that kills.

He's trained to do it.
He's the monster of Blackwood Castle.

Beautiful, eh?

Let me out!

Help!

Help!
- Death comes to all of us,

sooner or later.
- The snake venom, how do you do it?

It's the easiest thing in the world.
The dog's fitted with false fangs.

Such things.
Treated with snake venom...

by mambas.
Have you seen them?

Checkmate.

The police! - Let's get out!
You mean through your dog cellar?

No, I've got a better idea.

Stay where you are, Captain!
Don't move!

Here, Sir John: Captain Wilson,
alive and well.

Here he is,
a criminal, a murderer,

and Scotland Yard has got its man.

What's that?

Well...

it all happened for the best.
The fellow would have murdered you!

Yes, you can say that again.
- Absolutely incredible!

I saw this man in his coffin: dead!

I owe you my hearty congratulations.
- Oh, really don't mention it.

Sir John! - Yes?
Sir John!

Sir John! - Yes?
Sir John!

You must arrest this man! - What for?
Because he's a criminal!

He was my father's associate in all that!
- What's this, Connery?

It wasn't a good idea of yours
to take me back to your place.

The phone rang. I answered it.
Do you know who it was?

I don't know...
- My father! He took me for Dorothy.

It wasn't enough for him that you got
Fairbanks arrested. He also...

gave the order to have him murdered,
the way all the others were murdered!

Ridiculous. She's out of her mind.
- Miss Wilson called me at Scotland Yard.

And at precisely the right moment.
My men went into your apartment.

Your accomplice confessed
and is at present under arrest.

I think it's about time
you explain yourself, Mr Connery.

Yes, it may be.

Hold it right there!
Anyone that moves will be shot!

Didn't you hear what he said, Miss Finley?
- Stay where you are!

Alright, you asked for it.

Take him away.

Miss Finley. Why didn't it go off?
- Just because it wasn't loaded.

Why not? I...
- I thought it might go off.

You mean to tell me
that I was hunting dangerous criminals...

with an unloaded pistol?
- But I did it for your own safety.

What cheek...

Oh, how sweet.

There.

Archie, when I have to provide
Scotland Yard with the culprits,

I think things have reached a pretty...
- I was sure somebody was missing!

Oh, but Miss Finley,
with 7 corpses we can afford to lose one.

8, Sir John. You're forgetting Mr Baldwin.
Perhaps Mr Grimsby can tell us...

where we can find his body.
- The moat, Sir John, the moat.

In this day and age how outmoded.
Alright, proceed.

Archie, how long will poor Henry
be in the pokey for?

Oh, with good behaviour 2 years,
then he will be back.

Excuse me.
- Yes, yes.

Thank you.

So long!

Every beginning has an end.

Blackwood Castle!