The Ghost (1963) - full transcript
A woman and her lover murder her husband, a doctor. Soon, however, strange things start happening, and they wonder if they really killed him, or if he is coming back from the dead to haunt them.
-That's enough for tonight.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-How do you feel?
-Tired.
-Margaret, please
give me a hand.
Your husband must rest now.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[STARTLED GASP]
[RELIEVED EXHALE]
MEDIUM: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]
-That's Sanskrit, The black
sign of death is on this house.
Is on this house.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-A little under the
weather; aren't you?
Take my advice and
stop these seances.
You get excited,
your strength goes.
And that isn't something you can
afford to squander so lightly.
-I'd ask you to preach, Charles.
They're my only
interest in life now.
By means of these seances, I can
cross the border-- the border
of the spirit world
to which I belong.
-You'll never get better
if you go like that.
-Better?
I'll never get better.
All I can hope for
is a quick death.
-No.
-John!
John!
Are you mad?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-It's useless.
The poison does its
work too quickly
for it to be effective now.
-You must drink this antidote.
Drink it!
Drink it!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Why?
Why?
-You really had me
worried that time.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Don't you realize
you must get well?
You must.
It isn't only your life.
It's your theory, your cure.
That wonderful
inspiration that'll
save the lives of
millions of poor cripples.
Us
-Yes.
I mustn't forget the
efforts that you've made.
It's a heavy
responsibility for a doctor
to give lethal poison
to a wealthy patient.
-These two poisons
will stimulate
your limbs back to life.
I know it.
-Thank you.
Give me faith.
And If you change
your mind, Charles,
it would be simple
to put me away.
Drop more poison, too little
antidote, and it is natural.
You've a declaration,
signed by me,
which limits you to carrying
out of my preparation.
-All right, John.
That's enough.
You must try to get some rest.
I'm off to the hospital.
See you tonight.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
JOHN: Come here, Catherine.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Get me a glass of gin.
Over there.
It's in the bookshelf.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-More!
-Sir, you really shouldn't.
The doctor will be angry.
-Damn the doctor.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-You are late.
You were an unusually
long time in the garden.
-I'm sorry, darling.
But don't be cross.
It was such a lovely day.
-Don't say that.
It makes me feel even
more of a cripple.
-John.
[SIGHS] Why do you
talk like that?
-Because it's true.
I was watching you down
there with Charles.
You were so remote,
so far away from me
tied to this wheelchair.
And you seemed so happy.
-I, I was happy because
Charles was telling me
you were getting better--
slowly, but surely
-My friend Charles, the
suave Dr. Livingstone.
He is the exemplary,
faithful friend.
-If you're jealous of him,
why don't you send him away?
He isn't the only
doctor in Scotland.
-I know.
But he is the only
one who has dared
to practice my cure on me.
-Then what are we arguing about?
Doesn't my being near
you, my loving you,
help or mean anything
to you at all?
-I am sorry.
My apologies.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: You may go, Catherine.
I'll get it.
You know I want to be the one
who takes care of my husband.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DRINK BEING POURED]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-There you are.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Is that all?
-That's all.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-John!
No!
No!
-You ought to have let me do it.
I'm just a living corpse.
-No, John, no.
Don't talk like that.
-One day you might
regret that you
stopped me from killing myself.
-Who gave you the revolver?
Was it Catherine?
-No.
It's been hidden in here
for years, among the books.
-May I help, Ma'am?
-Thank you.
I'll manage alone.
[JOHN MAKES SMALL SOUNDS OF PAIN
AS HE'S HELPED TO BED]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Charles.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Charles.
Stop.
Stop.
I can't go on living
this part anymore.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't go on being the devoted
nurse and the loving wife.
You've got to put an
end to it, Charles.
I can't even bear to touch him.
I hate him.
Help me.
Help me.
I beg you to put an
end to it, Charles.
-It's impossible.
You know that as well as I do.
-I thought you loved me.
I thought you would do
anything in the world for me.
-Anything?
Yes.
Not that.
-But don't you see
he's getting better?
-No, he's not.
The cure is a stimulant.
It gives him occasional
shots of vitality,
but it doesn't alter the
nature of his disease.
Believe me, darling.
We won't have to
wait much longer.
-You're lying.
You said yourself
a cripple can go
on living for years and years.
You are lying; aren't you?
I can't stand it, I tell you.
I can't stand it, Charles.
I can't.
You can just abandon
it all and leave it.
You can leave him.
You can leave me.
You can do anything you like.
-I'll never leave you.
-Then free me.
Charles, if you don't
do it, I'm going to.
Do you hear?
-No.
No, Margaret.
-Charles.
I will.
I swear it.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[TURNS ON MUSIC BOX]
-We heard it at a
restaurant in Copenhagen.
It was the first time
I met you, remember?
So long ago.
Nearly 13 years.
The waiter insisted
on presenting
us with a bottle of Dutch gin.
I was a real man then, a
doctor building a reputation.
Yes.
And you?
A beautiful, penniless
young thing without a care
in the world.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
How happy we were then.
As happy as two
children on holiday.
-Don't move, darling,
or I'll cut you.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
-Pour me some gin.
-You know you shouldn't.
-It brings back memories.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
-You have some too.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
Good evening, Canon Owens.
You look the picture of health.
-Good evening Mr. Hitchcock.
You too, my friend, are looking
very well, I'm happy to say.
-Yes.
I owe it all to my
dear, devoted wife
and our good Dr. Livingstone.
To the Dutch gin
and to the memories
evoked by a Viennese waltz.
-Then since you are in such
good spirits, Dr. Hitchcock,
perhaps you will have patience
enough to listen to me.
Oh no.
Thank you.
I never drink.
What I have to say is
not altogether pleasant.
-Out with it, Canon Owens.
Have you come to tell me that
the people are still gossiping
about the devilish
rites being conducted
in the house of evil,
crippled Dr. Hitchcock?
CANON OWENS: Please,
Dr. Hitchcock.
You shouldn't treat
this matter so lightly.
What I mean to say is,
the townspeople are saying
that your experiments
are directly
connected to black magic.
And you ought to
remember that not
very long ago they were victims.
And they are also
saying, Dr. Hitchcock,
that the devil has
set his mark on you.
-So you also believe
that I'm actually
in league with the devil.
Is that right, Canon Owens?
-The devil is more real a
person than our modern world
would have it, Dr. Hitchcock.
Come.
Can't you forget
these experiments?
I appeal to you as
a-- a man of science.
Surely you should be the first
one to despise superstition.
-It is not superstition, Canon.
I assure you.
It is all basically scientific.
-Well then, I warn
you, Dr. Hitchcock.
You are playing with forces
which are best left alone.
I entreat you.
Confine yourself to
your scientific studies
like these here.
-Don't touch that.
That vial holds curare, one
of the deadliest poisons.
If even the slightest
scratch on your hand
were to be touched
by it, you might
have ended your days in
a wheelchair like me.
Usually curare kills, but
in small doses it paralyzes.
CANON OWENS: Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I love you.
Never forget that.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Just a minute, Charles.
The queen moves to H7.
-Checkmate.
-Exactly.
-If it weren't for the doctor
with the injection hypodermic,
I'd ask for my revenge.
-I'm afraid, Dr. Hitchcock,
it's getting late,
and I think we ought to go now.
Or else we'll have all the
people in the town saying
that the chief constable
is neglecting his duties
and the criminal activity
is increasing in the county.
And we wouldn't want that, now.
Would we?
-Don't forget that.
-No, no, no.
No fear of that.
I'll see you tomorrow.
JOHN: -Tomorrow?
Who knows if I'll see tomorrow.
When I was in Africa, a
witch doctor said to me,
the day will surely come
when the bright sun will
no longer shine over the forest.
-Your medicine seems to
put you in a bad mood.
Why don't you give it up?
Don't believe in
medicine myself.
As far as I'm concerned, I think
it's an awful lot of nonsense.
Not to me.
I think that scientists
should believe
in their power to
heal even cripples.
CHIEF CONSTABLE:
Perhaps you're right.
Good night.
-Good night, Dr. Hitchcock.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Be quick.
Be quick.
Give me the antidote.
What's the matter, Charles?
Give me the antidote.
Please.
Please, Charles.
Please.
I'm suffocating.
[BELL TOLLS SIX TIMES]
-It's been an hour since
I gave the injection
It should be over now.
[FOOTSTEPS]
CATHERINE: If you are
waiting for Dr. Hitchcock,
he's not coming.
It's my fault.
I'm sorry.
He told me to say he was
dining in his room tonight.
[FOOTSTEPS]
[BELL RINGING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-He's dead.
He's been dead for
more than an hour.
CANON OWENS: The Lord is my
shepherd, I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside
the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil.
For thy rod and thy
staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table
before me in the presence
of mine enemies.
Thou annointest
my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely, goodness and
mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.
Amen.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOG BARKING THEN HOWLING]
-Oh, Charles.
Please, not now.
-It's all right now.
We've nothing more to fear.
It's all over.
[DOG STILL HOWLING]
-I can't stand it.
I wish he'd go away.
-Margaret, what are
you thinking of?
You mustn't lose control.
We knew it would be
difficult, but remember
we have each other.
[DOG STILL HOWLING]
-Oh, stop him, please.
Make him stop.
Make him stop.
[DOG STILL HOWLING]
[DOG GROWLS THEN IS QUIET]
-Charles.
[UNIDENTIFIED SOUNDS FROM
OUTSIDE OF ROOM]
What's that?
[UNIDENTIFIED SOUNDS CONTINUE]
[MUSIC PLAYING ]
FAINT GHOSTLY VOICE: Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret.
Margaret.
Margaret.
MARGARET: [SOBBING]
-Madam apologizes.
She'll be down in a--
-How is she?
-She's not too well, sir.
It's changed.
I wouldn't have thought
her so sensitive.
The master's death
has upset her.
And if I may take
the liberty, sir?
I don't think you should
leave the house now.
Madam needs your care.
Please, Dr. Livingstone.
Stay with her.
She's taking it hard.
-Yes, I'll stay.
-Good morning, Canon Owens.
Good morning, Dr. Fisher.
-The last time I
saw our poor friend
was to say the night
before his demise.
He seemed strangely excited.
Before our usual chess
game, he insisted
on dictating his last testament.
Dowbridge.
November 4, 1910.
I, John Hitchcock,
sound of mind,
am dictating this-- my
last will and testament--
to my solicitor, Mr. Albert
Fisher of Fisher, Markley,
and MacNab of 10 High
Street, Dowbridge.
Item one.
I bequeath my house
with all it contains
and the land on which it stands
to my wife, Margaret Hitchcock
nee Whiteman as a
token of gratitude
for her affectionate assistance.
On condition that she keep in
her employment my governess,
Catherine Wood, to
the end of her days.
Item two.
2/3 of the contents of my
safe, bond shares, currency
and jewels-- which is to say all
that I have been able to save
during my existence--
should be given
to the home for orphan children
directed by Canon Owens.
In the recognition of the
several instances in which
his words as a
friend and clergyman
have brought balm
to my troubled soul.
The remaining third
of my belongings
shall become the
property of my wife, who
shall use them in any
way she thinks fit.
Item three.
All the books and documents
pertaining to the studies
I have conducted
during my lifetime
will be denoted to the Institute
of Psychic Research in London.
That's all.
Now Mrs. Hitchcock,
if you would kindly
proceed to open the
safe in my presence.
-The key is in the drawer
of that desk, Mr. Fisher.
You'll find it
yourself by opening it.
-There is no key
here, Mrs. Hitchcock.
-Strange.
Catherine, do you know
where the key might be?
-No, ma'am.
But I remember the master
always kept it in that drawer.
-There's no hurry,
Mrs. Hitchcock.
You can take your time.
And if you think it
necessary, Canon Owens and I
can have the safe sealed.
-Oh, good heavens.
I wouldn't dream of it.
FISHER: In that case, Mrs.
Hitchcock, will ya kindly
inform me as soon
as ya find the key?
Should it really
be lost, we shall
have to apply to the
magistrate's for authority
to have the safe forced.
-Well?
-Nothing.
-And yet it must be.
It's bound to be somewhere.
-Damn!
[MUSIC BOX BEGINS PLAYING]
-No!
-What is it, Catherine?
-There's something I've
got to tell you, ma'am.
The master sometimes kept the
key to the safe on his person.
I saw him myself put the
key in his vest pocket,
a few days before he died.
-Well, in that case it
must still be in his coat.
-Oh yes, ma'am.
But it's the coat
he was buried in.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Well, you see?
John has the last laugh.
-Bet 150,000 pounds
in shares and jewels
in that awful safe of John's?
60% of which is to go
into the greedy hands
of dear, Christian-minded,
charitable Canon Owens.
It's so funny when you think
what we've risked together
for the benefit of those poor
orphans and dear Canon Owens.
[LAUGHS] So terrible.
Don't you think it's funny?
-Stop it, Margaret Margaret!
Margaret!
Oh, the key's buried with him.
Buried with him.
Buried.
-We can't force the safe.
They'd find out.
-Of course, not.
-All we need is the key.
Charles, I want that key.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING AND MUSIC
PLAYING]
CHARLES: It's the effect
of the injections.
They hasten decay.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
CHARLES: Here's the key.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Come along.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: [SIGHS]
-Margaret.
Margaret.
We've got it.
That's, That's all that matters.
Let's open it.
Come on.
CATHERINE: Ma'am!
-Darling, you must stop her.
Don't let her come in.
Go on.
CATHERINE: Ma'am!
Ma'am, excuse me.
I was wondering--
[EXCLAMATION OF PAIN FROM
MARGARET]
-Oh!
Did you hurt yourself, ma'am?
How terrible.
What happened?
-No, it's nothing.
What do you want?
-Is Dr. Livingstone upstairs?
-Yes.
Why?
-They're asking for
him at the hospital.
It's very urgent.
-All right.
I'll tell him.
[EXCLAMATION OF PAIN]
-Can I help you, ma'am?
-It's all right, Catherine.
-Let me help you.
-No.
Charles, they want
you at the hospital.
What's happened?
-There's nothing there.
CHARLES: I tell you
there's nothing there.
No money.
No-- just papers and documents.
[MARGARET SCREAMS AND SOBS]
-Margaret.
Stop it.
Margaret.
Margaret.
Don't shout.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Calm yourself.
Stop it.
Come on.
Get up.
It'll be all right.
We'll find it sooner or later.
Sit down.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'll throw the
key into the lake.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I must go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[BELL TOLLS 12 TIMES]
[A KNOCK]
[A SQUEAK]
[SOMETHING RATTLING]
-Charles, is that you?
[SOUNDS OF RATTLING AND CREAKY
FOOTSTEPS]
[MUSIC PLAYING AND FOOTSTEPS
CONTINUING]
MARGARET: (SCREAMING) Charles!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: I saw him.
He was there.
He was there.
Behind the drapes.
It was John.
John.
He was alive.
I fired four or five times,
but-- but he kept on coming.
It was horrible.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OF SOMETHING CREAKING]
MARGARET: Listen.
[PLUNKING MUSIC PLAYING WITH
DROPS]
-It's blood.
It's blood.
-I'm going to see what it is.
There must be an explanation.
-No, Charles.
No!
Please!
-I must go.
I won't be long.
-I'm frightened, Charles.
I'm frightened.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Must you sneak up
on me like that?
-Excuse me, ma'am.
Canon Owens to see you.
He is waiting for
you downstairs.
-What's he want?
CATHERINE: I don't know.
He didn't tell me.
[FOOTSTEPS]
-Good morning, Mrs. Hitchcock.
-Good morning.
Please sit down.
-Oh, excuse me.
Uh, we missed you in church
today, Mrs. Hitchcock.
Surely you haven't forgotten.
-What?
-The memorial service
for your husband.
You know, we live in
a small community.
And uh--
-Will you come to the
point, Canon Owens?
-Well, Mrs. Hitchcock,
Dr. Livingstone's presence
in this house was necessary
during your husband's life,
in view of the
state of his health.
But now-- you will understand--
a young, widowed lady.
Alone in her deceased husband's
house-- a man, even though he
is a trusted friend
of the family.
-You mean the town
would have it that Dr.
Livingstone is my lover?
-Oh, dear me, Mrs. Hitchcock.
The thought never
entered my mind.
But I thought it my duty
to warn you that gossip--
-Let them gossip, Canon Owens.
I have other things on my mind.
-I only meant well,
Mrs. Hitchcock.
-No doubt you did.
Good day.
-Good day.
-Have you gone crazy?
-What?
-First you forget
to attend a service
in your husband's memory.
Then the Canon comes,
and you put his back up.
You practically insulted him.
-Charles, you seem to forget
that it was he who insulted me
by suggesting you were my lover.
-The fact is it's
the truth, my dear.
And we don't want people
to find out the truth.
Do we?
-I'm sorry, Charles.
But what could I do?
-You should have
thought about it first.
We're playing a
dangerous game, Margaret.
You know as well as I do what
one more stupid move like that
will bring us.
-Darling, please don't
turn against me now.
-I'm not turning against you.
If I would do that, I'd have
done it a long time ago-- long
before you dragged
me down to this.
-I dragged you?
It was you who killed him.
-Don't you ever say that again.
Never.
-Charles, you're hurting me.
Stop it.
-You wanted him dead.
You pushed me into this.
Margaret, forget it.
My nerves must be going too.
It's jarring coming back
like this to these walls.
He's much more between us
now than he ever was alive.
He's always here.
I always feel him
just over my shoulder.
Sometimes I turn to try
to catch him face to face,
and he's not there.
No one is.
Hmmm.
Oh, well.
We're in this together.
That's all that matters.
-I'm going to go upstairs
and try to get some sleep.
-Remember, we must
be very careful now.
We're being watched.
You, uh, you better
go up and visit
your husband's grave
this afternoon.
Take him some
flowers, and be sure
that someone sees you do it.
-Just as you say, Charles.
-I'm only saying it
for our own good.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC FROM MUSIC BOX CAN BE
HEARD]
-You really should try
and eat something, ma'am.
It's not good for
you to go on day
after day without
having any food.
-I don't want it.
[MUSIC FROM MUSIC BOX CAN BE
HEARD]
-Shall I stay up and wait
'til Doctor Livingstone comes,
ma'am?
Do you want me to wait for
Dr. Livingstone, ma'am?
-Don't you hear it?
Don't you hear it?
-Hear what, ma'am?
-You know perfectly well what.
It's coming from upstairs.
-I can't hear anything, ma'am.
-You can.
You're lying to me.
[BEGINS TO SOB]
-Ma'am!
What's the matter?
Ma'am!
Ma'am!
[MUSIC BOX MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CLAP OF THUNDER]
[THUNDER] [THUNDER]
[SOUND OF WIND]
MARGARET: [GASP OF SURPRISE]
[SOUND OF WIND CONTINUES]
[THUNDER]
[SOUND OF WIND CONTINUES]
[THUNDER] [THUNDER]
MARGARET: [GASP OF SURPRISE]
-This was the master's
favorite snuffbox.
I found it in Dr.
Livingstone's room.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET (VOICEOVER):
Yes, I remember now.
The safe was already open
when Catherine called.
And I left him alone.
No.
It's impossible.
But the snuffbox must
have been in the safe.
Oh, how stupid I've been.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GHOSTLY LAUGHTER CAN BE HEARD]
JOHN (GHOSTLY VOICE): I know
what you are looking for,
Margaret.
But it's not here.
It's not here.
-John?
-Well, Margaret, it's not here.
It's hidden under the coffin.
That's the hiding
place-- under the coffin.
Under the stone slab.
It's waiting for you.
It's, It's there.
All you've ever wanted.
Jewelry, money,
Margaret-- wealth,
more than you've
ever dreamed of.
All that you've ever
longed for, Margaret.
All.
All that you've ever longed for.
[EXHALED BREATH]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OCCURS ]
[OWL HOOTS] [OWL HOOTS AGAIN]
[OWL YET AGAIN]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[EXLAMATION OF PAIN]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: [SOBBING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Why are you spying
on me like that?
-Somebody got to
it before you did.
-Who is doing these tricks?
Who is it?
Who is it?
-That's not hard to understand.
Who lives in this house
besides you and me?
It's very clear.
Isn't it?
-No.
-There's no one else; is there?
-Charles.
-Margaret, I'm leaving here.
-Why?
-Because I finally
realized that everything
we hoped for is being
gradually destroyed.
Even if we found that money
and could get away from here,
we'd be too late.
We would only go on
destroying each other.
I'm sorry, but--
-No.
What's done cannot
be undone, you
said so yourself
not very long ago.
-That's right.
But I can get out before
more evil is done--
before we complete
destroy each other.
-Why these silly qualms of
conscience all of a sudden?
-I feel like a man
waking from a dream.
And I realize now, for the very
first time, what we've done.
-Charles, please don't go away.
-I'll do what I have
to do, Margaret.
-Charles, everything I've done
has been to have you with me
forever.
That's all I've ever
wanted out of life.
Don't leave me alone, Charles.
-We are both alone
now, Margaret.
Perhaps forever.
Don't you understand that?
Being together would be
like living in a nightmare.
-But I love you, Charles.
I can't live without you.
-It's too late for
love and feeling.
You once loved your
husband; didn't you?
Well, that's all over
and done with now.
But you'll forget me, just like
you've forgotten the other.
-But that's not true!
I love you!
No, Charles!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-And I didn't believe her.
I didn't believe my own eyes.
-Margaret, I didn't
know about this.
-Yes.
-You don't think that I--
-What should I think?
What should I think, Charles?
It's all quite clear now.
Ever since the very
first thing when
I left you alone with the safe.
-Are you crazy?
I'm not a thief.
-Oh, yes, you are a thief!
You've deceived me!
-What are you talking about?
-You're a liar!
-I've got to know what
you're talking about!
I swear I didn't take them!
Margaret!
-No!
Leave me alone!
-Stop it!
No, Margaret!
Stop it, will you?
You crazy?
I swear I didn't take them.
I didn't know they
were in my bag.
So now you'll be convinced
it's best we split up.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
CHARLES: -No!
[SCREAMS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CHARLES GROANS SEVERAL TIMES]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[GROANS SEVERAL TIMES]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OF GLASS SHATTERING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MATCH BEING STRUCK]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[SOBBING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OF MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLAP OF THUNDER]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[MOANS]
[SOUND OF DOOR CREAKING OPEN ]
[SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: John.
-Margaret, you're trembling.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Perhaps you weren't
expecting me.
You should be accustomed
to my materializing by now.
MARGARET: Oh.
-But this time it's really me,
Margaret-- alive and kicking.
[MARGARET IS BREATHING HEAVILY]
-Just feel how
strong my grip is.
But I won't kill you.
No.
It would be too easy,
my dear, for you
to escape your
punishment that way.
When you were in the
tomb, you cut yourself
when you opened the
jewel case; didn't you?
Well, I smeared the
hasp with poison.
Curare.
It paralyzes, you know.
And now you'll be tied to
that wheelchair like I was.
And I'll be far away
enjoying my wealth,
which you and that
poor idiot Charles
were looking for so desperately.
[CHUCKLES] I had
it all the time.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
You were wrong about Charles.
He didn't take the jewels.
Catherine put them in his bag.
[CHUCKLES] He really loved you.
I planned it all.
It was Catherine who loaded the
revolver with blank cartridges
when you shot at my "ghost."
But when you so kindly
fainted, she shot a few bullets
into the wall, and you
went crazy with fear.
You know, it all
started when I realized
I was really getting better.
I wanted to bring
you the good news,
and I found you in the arms
of Charles, on the floor.
You decided to get rid of me.
But I replaced the curare
with a liquid which produced
apparent death, putting
another corpse in my coffin.
Causing you to look
feverishly for the estate.
Persecuting you
incessantly, night and day.
[RINGS BELL] Appearing to you
as a psychic materialization
was all very simple.
Wasn't it, Catherine?
Have you prepared everything
for our departure, Catherine?
-Yes, sir.
-Perfect.
Thank you for all
you've done for me.
You've been a great help.
-Thank you.
-Go now.
[FIVE GUNSHOTS]
-Oh.
Oh.
-I had to do it.
There will be no witnesses.
Margaret, one last
favor, darling.
Your fingerprints on the
revolver butt, thank you.
Now you'll be accused
of her death too.
[LAUGHS] Poor, Catherine.
When she called
the police for me,
she didn't realize she was
asking them to come here
to investigate-- not
Charles' death-- but her own.
[LAUGHS] Amusing; isn't it?
Soon, my darling, you will
be completely paralyzed.
[SOUND OF CLOCK TICKING]
The police.
They've arrived.
I shall have to leave you,
my dear, before I expected.
I apologize.
I apologize profoundly.
Ah.
My faithful Dutch friend, gin.
I see that you're
cultivating my habits.
You've poured yourself a glass.
Your good health.
Or rather, your ill health.
And to our memories
of Copenhagen.
[CHUCKLES] Ah.
Pity you didn't know there was
a secret passage in this room.
We would have met, quickly.
[LAUGHS]
[MARGARET BEGINS TO LAUGH]
-[GASPS] I'm suffocating.
[GASPS FOR BREATH SEVERAL TIMES]
-That bottle there,
on the table.
Give me that bottle.
It's the antidote.
We can still save ourselves.
Help me.
Margaret, please.
Give me the-- the
antidote, Margaret.
-Oh.
There.
-We'll save ourselves.
We'll save ourselves.
Give it to me.
-There.
-Ah!
[MARGARET LAUGHS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[JOHN STRUGGLES TO BREATHE]
[MARGARET LAUGHS]
-Take her away.
[MARGARET CONTINUES TO LAUGH]
[CLAP OF THUNDER]
[MARGARET CONTINUES TO LAUGH]
[SOUND OF SOMEONE KNOCKING]
-I told you Dr. Hitchcock, the
devil is a very real person.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-How do you feel?
-Tired.
-Margaret, please
give me a hand.
Your husband must rest now.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[STARTLED GASP]
[RELIEVED EXHALE]
MEDIUM: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]
-That's Sanskrit, The black
sign of death is on this house.
Is on this house.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-A little under the
weather; aren't you?
Take my advice and
stop these seances.
You get excited,
your strength goes.
And that isn't something you can
afford to squander so lightly.
-I'd ask you to preach, Charles.
They're my only
interest in life now.
By means of these seances, I can
cross the border-- the border
of the spirit world
to which I belong.
-You'll never get better
if you go like that.
-Better?
I'll never get better.
All I can hope for
is a quick death.
-No.
-John!
John!
Are you mad?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-It's useless.
The poison does its
work too quickly
for it to be effective now.
-You must drink this antidote.
Drink it!
Drink it!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Why?
Why?
-You really had me
worried that time.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Don't you realize
you must get well?
You must.
It isn't only your life.
It's your theory, your cure.
That wonderful
inspiration that'll
save the lives of
millions of poor cripples.
Us
-Yes.
I mustn't forget the
efforts that you've made.
It's a heavy
responsibility for a doctor
to give lethal poison
to a wealthy patient.
-These two poisons
will stimulate
your limbs back to life.
I know it.
-Thank you.
Give me faith.
And If you change
your mind, Charles,
it would be simple
to put me away.
Drop more poison, too little
antidote, and it is natural.
You've a declaration,
signed by me,
which limits you to carrying
out of my preparation.
-All right, John.
That's enough.
You must try to get some rest.
I'm off to the hospital.
See you tonight.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
JOHN: Come here, Catherine.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Get me a glass of gin.
Over there.
It's in the bookshelf.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-More!
-Sir, you really shouldn't.
The doctor will be angry.
-Damn the doctor.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-You are late.
You were an unusually
long time in the garden.
-I'm sorry, darling.
But don't be cross.
It was such a lovely day.
-Don't say that.
It makes me feel even
more of a cripple.
-John.
[SIGHS] Why do you
talk like that?
-Because it's true.
I was watching you down
there with Charles.
You were so remote,
so far away from me
tied to this wheelchair.
And you seemed so happy.
-I, I was happy because
Charles was telling me
you were getting better--
slowly, but surely
-My friend Charles, the
suave Dr. Livingstone.
He is the exemplary,
faithful friend.
-If you're jealous of him,
why don't you send him away?
He isn't the only
doctor in Scotland.
-I know.
But he is the only
one who has dared
to practice my cure on me.
-Then what are we arguing about?
Doesn't my being near
you, my loving you,
help or mean anything
to you at all?
-I am sorry.
My apologies.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: You may go, Catherine.
I'll get it.
You know I want to be the one
who takes care of my husband.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DRINK BEING POURED]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-There you are.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Is that all?
-That's all.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-John!
No!
No!
-You ought to have let me do it.
I'm just a living corpse.
-No, John, no.
Don't talk like that.
-One day you might
regret that you
stopped me from killing myself.
-Who gave you the revolver?
Was it Catherine?
-No.
It's been hidden in here
for years, among the books.
-May I help, Ma'am?
-Thank you.
I'll manage alone.
[JOHN MAKES SMALL SOUNDS OF PAIN
AS HE'S HELPED TO BED]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Charles.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Charles.
Stop.
Stop.
I can't go on living
this part anymore.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't go on being the devoted
nurse and the loving wife.
You've got to put an
end to it, Charles.
I can't even bear to touch him.
I hate him.
Help me.
Help me.
I beg you to put an
end to it, Charles.
-It's impossible.
You know that as well as I do.
-I thought you loved me.
I thought you would do
anything in the world for me.
-Anything?
Yes.
Not that.
-But don't you see
he's getting better?
-No, he's not.
The cure is a stimulant.
It gives him occasional
shots of vitality,
but it doesn't alter the
nature of his disease.
Believe me, darling.
We won't have to
wait much longer.
-You're lying.
You said yourself
a cripple can go
on living for years and years.
You are lying; aren't you?
I can't stand it, I tell you.
I can't stand it, Charles.
I can't.
You can just abandon
it all and leave it.
You can leave him.
You can leave me.
You can do anything you like.
-I'll never leave you.
-Then free me.
Charles, if you don't
do it, I'm going to.
Do you hear?
-No.
No, Margaret.
-Charles.
I will.
I swear it.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[TURNS ON MUSIC BOX]
-We heard it at a
restaurant in Copenhagen.
It was the first time
I met you, remember?
So long ago.
Nearly 13 years.
The waiter insisted
on presenting
us with a bottle of Dutch gin.
I was a real man then, a
doctor building a reputation.
Yes.
And you?
A beautiful, penniless
young thing without a care
in the world.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
How happy we were then.
As happy as two
children on holiday.
-Don't move, darling,
or I'll cut you.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
-Pour me some gin.
-You know you shouldn't.
-It brings back memories.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
-You have some too.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
Good evening, Canon Owens.
You look the picture of health.
-Good evening Mr. Hitchcock.
You too, my friend, are looking
very well, I'm happy to say.
-Yes.
I owe it all to my
dear, devoted wife
and our good Dr. Livingstone.
To the Dutch gin
and to the memories
evoked by a Viennese waltz.
-Then since you are in such
good spirits, Dr. Hitchcock,
perhaps you will have patience
enough to listen to me.
Oh no.
Thank you.
I never drink.
What I have to say is
not altogether pleasant.
-Out with it, Canon Owens.
Have you come to tell me that
the people are still gossiping
about the devilish
rites being conducted
in the house of evil,
crippled Dr. Hitchcock?
CANON OWENS: Please,
Dr. Hitchcock.
You shouldn't treat
this matter so lightly.
What I mean to say is,
the townspeople are saying
that your experiments
are directly
connected to black magic.
And you ought to
remember that not
very long ago they were victims.
And they are also
saying, Dr. Hitchcock,
that the devil has
set his mark on you.
-So you also believe
that I'm actually
in league with the devil.
Is that right, Canon Owens?
-The devil is more real a
person than our modern world
would have it, Dr. Hitchcock.
Come.
Can't you forget
these experiments?
I appeal to you as
a-- a man of science.
Surely you should be the first
one to despise superstition.
-It is not superstition, Canon.
I assure you.
It is all basically scientific.
-Well then, I warn
you, Dr. Hitchcock.
You are playing with forces
which are best left alone.
I entreat you.
Confine yourself to
your scientific studies
like these here.
-Don't touch that.
That vial holds curare, one
of the deadliest poisons.
If even the slightest
scratch on your hand
were to be touched
by it, you might
have ended your days in
a wheelchair like me.
Usually curare kills, but
in small doses it paralyzes.
CANON OWENS: Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I love you.
Never forget that.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Just a minute, Charles.
The queen moves to H7.
-Checkmate.
-Exactly.
-If it weren't for the doctor
with the injection hypodermic,
I'd ask for my revenge.
-I'm afraid, Dr. Hitchcock,
it's getting late,
and I think we ought to go now.
Or else we'll have all the
people in the town saying
that the chief constable
is neglecting his duties
and the criminal activity
is increasing in the county.
And we wouldn't want that, now.
Would we?
-Don't forget that.
-No, no, no.
No fear of that.
I'll see you tomorrow.
JOHN: -Tomorrow?
Who knows if I'll see tomorrow.
When I was in Africa, a
witch doctor said to me,
the day will surely come
when the bright sun will
no longer shine over the forest.
-Your medicine seems to
put you in a bad mood.
Why don't you give it up?
Don't believe in
medicine myself.
As far as I'm concerned, I think
it's an awful lot of nonsense.
Not to me.
I think that scientists
should believe
in their power to
heal even cripples.
CHIEF CONSTABLE:
Perhaps you're right.
Good night.
-Good night, Dr. Hitchcock.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Be quick.
Be quick.
Give me the antidote.
What's the matter, Charles?
Give me the antidote.
Please.
Please, Charles.
Please.
I'm suffocating.
[BELL TOLLS SIX TIMES]
-It's been an hour since
I gave the injection
It should be over now.
[FOOTSTEPS]
CATHERINE: If you are
waiting for Dr. Hitchcock,
he's not coming.
It's my fault.
I'm sorry.
He told me to say he was
dining in his room tonight.
[FOOTSTEPS]
[BELL RINGING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-He's dead.
He's been dead for
more than an hour.
CANON OWENS: The Lord is my
shepherd, I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside
the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil.
For thy rod and thy
staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table
before me in the presence
of mine enemies.
Thou annointest
my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely, goodness and
mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.
Amen.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOG BARKING THEN HOWLING]
-Oh, Charles.
Please, not now.
-It's all right now.
We've nothing more to fear.
It's all over.
[DOG STILL HOWLING]
-I can't stand it.
I wish he'd go away.
-Margaret, what are
you thinking of?
You mustn't lose control.
We knew it would be
difficult, but remember
we have each other.
[DOG STILL HOWLING]
-Oh, stop him, please.
Make him stop.
Make him stop.
[DOG STILL HOWLING]
[DOG GROWLS THEN IS QUIET]
-Charles.
[UNIDENTIFIED SOUNDS FROM
OUTSIDE OF ROOM]
What's that?
[UNIDENTIFIED SOUNDS CONTINUE]
[MUSIC PLAYING ]
FAINT GHOSTLY VOICE: Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret.
Margaret.
Margaret.
MARGARET: [SOBBING]
-Madam apologizes.
She'll be down in a--
-How is she?
-She's not too well, sir.
It's changed.
I wouldn't have thought
her so sensitive.
The master's death
has upset her.
And if I may take
the liberty, sir?
I don't think you should
leave the house now.
Madam needs your care.
Please, Dr. Livingstone.
Stay with her.
She's taking it hard.
-Yes, I'll stay.
-Good morning, Canon Owens.
Good morning, Dr. Fisher.
-The last time I
saw our poor friend
was to say the night
before his demise.
He seemed strangely excited.
Before our usual chess
game, he insisted
on dictating his last testament.
Dowbridge.
November 4, 1910.
I, John Hitchcock,
sound of mind,
am dictating this-- my
last will and testament--
to my solicitor, Mr. Albert
Fisher of Fisher, Markley,
and MacNab of 10 High
Street, Dowbridge.
Item one.
I bequeath my house
with all it contains
and the land on which it stands
to my wife, Margaret Hitchcock
nee Whiteman as a
token of gratitude
for her affectionate assistance.
On condition that she keep in
her employment my governess,
Catherine Wood, to
the end of her days.
Item two.
2/3 of the contents of my
safe, bond shares, currency
and jewels-- which is to say all
that I have been able to save
during my existence--
should be given
to the home for orphan children
directed by Canon Owens.
In the recognition of the
several instances in which
his words as a
friend and clergyman
have brought balm
to my troubled soul.
The remaining third
of my belongings
shall become the
property of my wife, who
shall use them in any
way she thinks fit.
Item three.
All the books and documents
pertaining to the studies
I have conducted
during my lifetime
will be denoted to the Institute
of Psychic Research in London.
That's all.
Now Mrs. Hitchcock,
if you would kindly
proceed to open the
safe in my presence.
-The key is in the drawer
of that desk, Mr. Fisher.
You'll find it
yourself by opening it.
-There is no key
here, Mrs. Hitchcock.
-Strange.
Catherine, do you know
where the key might be?
-No, ma'am.
But I remember the master
always kept it in that drawer.
-There's no hurry,
Mrs. Hitchcock.
You can take your time.
And if you think it
necessary, Canon Owens and I
can have the safe sealed.
-Oh, good heavens.
I wouldn't dream of it.
FISHER: In that case, Mrs.
Hitchcock, will ya kindly
inform me as soon
as ya find the key?
Should it really
be lost, we shall
have to apply to the
magistrate's for authority
to have the safe forced.
-Well?
-Nothing.
-And yet it must be.
It's bound to be somewhere.
-Damn!
[MUSIC BOX BEGINS PLAYING]
-No!
-What is it, Catherine?
-There's something I've
got to tell you, ma'am.
The master sometimes kept the
key to the safe on his person.
I saw him myself put the
key in his vest pocket,
a few days before he died.
-Well, in that case it
must still be in his coat.
-Oh yes, ma'am.
But it's the coat
he was buried in.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Well, you see?
John has the last laugh.
-Bet 150,000 pounds
in shares and jewels
in that awful safe of John's?
60% of which is to go
into the greedy hands
of dear, Christian-minded,
charitable Canon Owens.
It's so funny when you think
what we've risked together
for the benefit of those poor
orphans and dear Canon Owens.
[LAUGHS] So terrible.
Don't you think it's funny?
-Stop it, Margaret Margaret!
Margaret!
Oh, the key's buried with him.
Buried with him.
Buried.
-We can't force the safe.
They'd find out.
-Of course, not.
-All we need is the key.
Charles, I want that key.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING AND MUSIC
PLAYING]
CHARLES: It's the effect
of the injections.
They hasten decay.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
CHARLES: Here's the key.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Come along.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: [SIGHS]
-Margaret.
Margaret.
We've got it.
That's, That's all that matters.
Let's open it.
Come on.
CATHERINE: Ma'am!
-Darling, you must stop her.
Don't let her come in.
Go on.
CATHERINE: Ma'am!
Ma'am, excuse me.
I was wondering--
[EXCLAMATION OF PAIN FROM
MARGARET]
-Oh!
Did you hurt yourself, ma'am?
How terrible.
What happened?
-No, it's nothing.
What do you want?
-Is Dr. Livingstone upstairs?
-Yes.
Why?
-They're asking for
him at the hospital.
It's very urgent.
-All right.
I'll tell him.
[EXCLAMATION OF PAIN]
-Can I help you, ma'am?
-It's all right, Catherine.
-Let me help you.
-No.
Charles, they want
you at the hospital.
What's happened?
-There's nothing there.
CHARLES: I tell you
there's nothing there.
No money.
No-- just papers and documents.
[MARGARET SCREAMS AND SOBS]
-Margaret.
Stop it.
Margaret.
Margaret.
Don't shout.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Calm yourself.
Stop it.
Come on.
Get up.
It'll be all right.
We'll find it sooner or later.
Sit down.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'll throw the
key into the lake.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I must go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[BELL TOLLS 12 TIMES]
[A KNOCK]
[A SQUEAK]
[SOMETHING RATTLING]
-Charles, is that you?
[SOUNDS OF RATTLING AND CREAKY
FOOTSTEPS]
[MUSIC PLAYING AND FOOTSTEPS
CONTINUING]
MARGARET: (SCREAMING) Charles!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: I saw him.
He was there.
He was there.
Behind the drapes.
It was John.
John.
He was alive.
I fired four or five times,
but-- but he kept on coming.
It was horrible.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OF SOMETHING CREAKING]
MARGARET: Listen.
[PLUNKING MUSIC PLAYING WITH
DROPS]
-It's blood.
It's blood.
-I'm going to see what it is.
There must be an explanation.
-No, Charles.
No!
Please!
-I must go.
I won't be long.
-I'm frightened, Charles.
I'm frightened.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Must you sneak up
on me like that?
-Excuse me, ma'am.
Canon Owens to see you.
He is waiting for
you downstairs.
-What's he want?
CATHERINE: I don't know.
He didn't tell me.
[FOOTSTEPS]
-Good morning, Mrs. Hitchcock.
-Good morning.
Please sit down.
-Oh, excuse me.
Uh, we missed you in church
today, Mrs. Hitchcock.
Surely you haven't forgotten.
-What?
-The memorial service
for your husband.
You know, we live in
a small community.
And uh--
-Will you come to the
point, Canon Owens?
-Well, Mrs. Hitchcock,
Dr. Livingstone's presence
in this house was necessary
during your husband's life,
in view of the
state of his health.
But now-- you will understand--
a young, widowed lady.
Alone in her deceased husband's
house-- a man, even though he
is a trusted friend
of the family.
-You mean the town
would have it that Dr.
Livingstone is my lover?
-Oh, dear me, Mrs. Hitchcock.
The thought never
entered my mind.
But I thought it my duty
to warn you that gossip--
-Let them gossip, Canon Owens.
I have other things on my mind.
-I only meant well,
Mrs. Hitchcock.
-No doubt you did.
Good day.
-Good day.
-Have you gone crazy?
-What?
-First you forget
to attend a service
in your husband's memory.
Then the Canon comes,
and you put his back up.
You practically insulted him.
-Charles, you seem to forget
that it was he who insulted me
by suggesting you were my lover.
-The fact is it's
the truth, my dear.
And we don't want people
to find out the truth.
Do we?
-I'm sorry, Charles.
But what could I do?
-You should have
thought about it first.
We're playing a
dangerous game, Margaret.
You know as well as I do what
one more stupid move like that
will bring us.
-Darling, please don't
turn against me now.
-I'm not turning against you.
If I would do that, I'd have
done it a long time ago-- long
before you dragged
me down to this.
-I dragged you?
It was you who killed him.
-Don't you ever say that again.
Never.
-Charles, you're hurting me.
Stop it.
-You wanted him dead.
You pushed me into this.
Margaret, forget it.
My nerves must be going too.
It's jarring coming back
like this to these walls.
He's much more between us
now than he ever was alive.
He's always here.
I always feel him
just over my shoulder.
Sometimes I turn to try
to catch him face to face,
and he's not there.
No one is.
Hmmm.
Oh, well.
We're in this together.
That's all that matters.
-I'm going to go upstairs
and try to get some sleep.
-Remember, we must
be very careful now.
We're being watched.
You, uh, you better
go up and visit
your husband's grave
this afternoon.
Take him some
flowers, and be sure
that someone sees you do it.
-Just as you say, Charles.
-I'm only saying it
for our own good.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC FROM MUSIC BOX CAN BE
HEARD]
-You really should try
and eat something, ma'am.
It's not good for
you to go on day
after day without
having any food.
-I don't want it.
[MUSIC FROM MUSIC BOX CAN BE
HEARD]
-Shall I stay up and wait
'til Doctor Livingstone comes,
ma'am?
Do you want me to wait for
Dr. Livingstone, ma'am?
-Don't you hear it?
Don't you hear it?
-Hear what, ma'am?
-You know perfectly well what.
It's coming from upstairs.
-I can't hear anything, ma'am.
-You can.
You're lying to me.
[BEGINS TO SOB]
-Ma'am!
What's the matter?
Ma'am!
Ma'am!
[MUSIC BOX MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CLAP OF THUNDER]
[THUNDER] [THUNDER]
[SOUND OF WIND]
MARGARET: [GASP OF SURPRISE]
[SOUND OF WIND CONTINUES]
[THUNDER]
[SOUND OF WIND CONTINUES]
[THUNDER] [THUNDER]
MARGARET: [GASP OF SURPRISE]
-This was the master's
favorite snuffbox.
I found it in Dr.
Livingstone's room.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET (VOICEOVER):
Yes, I remember now.
The safe was already open
when Catherine called.
And I left him alone.
No.
It's impossible.
But the snuffbox must
have been in the safe.
Oh, how stupid I've been.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GHOSTLY LAUGHTER CAN BE HEARD]
JOHN (GHOSTLY VOICE): I know
what you are looking for,
Margaret.
But it's not here.
It's not here.
-John?
-Well, Margaret, it's not here.
It's hidden under the coffin.
That's the hiding
place-- under the coffin.
Under the stone slab.
It's waiting for you.
It's, It's there.
All you've ever wanted.
Jewelry, money,
Margaret-- wealth,
more than you've
ever dreamed of.
All that you've ever
longed for, Margaret.
All.
All that you've ever longed for.
[EXHALED BREATH]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OCCURS ]
[OWL HOOTS] [OWL HOOTS AGAIN]
[OWL YET AGAIN]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[EXLAMATION OF PAIN]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: [SOBBING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Why are you spying
on me like that?
-Somebody got to
it before you did.
-Who is doing these tricks?
Who is it?
Who is it?
-That's not hard to understand.
Who lives in this house
besides you and me?
It's very clear.
Isn't it?
-No.
-There's no one else; is there?
-Charles.
-Margaret, I'm leaving here.
-Why?
-Because I finally
realized that everything
we hoped for is being
gradually destroyed.
Even if we found that money
and could get away from here,
we'd be too late.
We would only go on
destroying each other.
I'm sorry, but--
-No.
What's done cannot
be undone, you
said so yourself
not very long ago.
-That's right.
But I can get out before
more evil is done--
before we complete
destroy each other.
-Why these silly qualms of
conscience all of a sudden?
-I feel like a man
waking from a dream.
And I realize now, for the very
first time, what we've done.
-Charles, please don't go away.
-I'll do what I have
to do, Margaret.
-Charles, everything I've done
has been to have you with me
forever.
That's all I've ever
wanted out of life.
Don't leave me alone, Charles.
-We are both alone
now, Margaret.
Perhaps forever.
Don't you understand that?
Being together would be
like living in a nightmare.
-But I love you, Charles.
I can't live without you.
-It's too late for
love and feeling.
You once loved your
husband; didn't you?
Well, that's all over
and done with now.
But you'll forget me, just like
you've forgotten the other.
-But that's not true!
I love you!
No, Charles!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-And I didn't believe her.
I didn't believe my own eyes.
-Margaret, I didn't
know about this.
-Yes.
-You don't think that I--
-What should I think?
What should I think, Charles?
It's all quite clear now.
Ever since the very
first thing when
I left you alone with the safe.
-Are you crazy?
I'm not a thief.
-Oh, yes, you are a thief!
You've deceived me!
-What are you talking about?
-You're a liar!
-I've got to know what
you're talking about!
I swear I didn't take them!
Margaret!
-No!
Leave me alone!
-Stop it!
No, Margaret!
Stop it, will you?
You crazy?
I swear I didn't take them.
I didn't know they
were in my bag.
So now you'll be convinced
it's best we split up.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
CHARLES: -No!
[SCREAMS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CHARLES GROANS SEVERAL TIMES]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[GROANS SEVERAL TIMES]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OF GLASS SHATTERING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MATCH BEING STRUCK]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[SOBBING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOUND OF MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLAP OF THUNDER]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[MOANS]
[SOUND OF DOOR CREAKING OPEN ]
[SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
MARGARET: John.
-Margaret, you're trembling.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Perhaps you weren't
expecting me.
You should be accustomed
to my materializing by now.
MARGARET: Oh.
-But this time it's really me,
Margaret-- alive and kicking.
[MARGARET IS BREATHING HEAVILY]
-Just feel how
strong my grip is.
But I won't kill you.
No.
It would be too easy,
my dear, for you
to escape your
punishment that way.
When you were in the
tomb, you cut yourself
when you opened the
jewel case; didn't you?
Well, I smeared the
hasp with poison.
Curare.
It paralyzes, you know.
And now you'll be tied to
that wheelchair like I was.
And I'll be far away
enjoying my wealth,
which you and that
poor idiot Charles
were looking for so desperately.
[CHUCKLES] I had
it all the time.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
You were wrong about Charles.
He didn't take the jewels.
Catherine put them in his bag.
[CHUCKLES] He really loved you.
I planned it all.
It was Catherine who loaded the
revolver with blank cartridges
when you shot at my "ghost."
But when you so kindly
fainted, she shot a few bullets
into the wall, and you
went crazy with fear.
You know, it all
started when I realized
I was really getting better.
I wanted to bring
you the good news,
and I found you in the arms
of Charles, on the floor.
You decided to get rid of me.
But I replaced the curare
with a liquid which produced
apparent death, putting
another corpse in my coffin.
Causing you to look
feverishly for the estate.
Persecuting you
incessantly, night and day.
[RINGS BELL] Appearing to you
as a psychic materialization
was all very simple.
Wasn't it, Catherine?
Have you prepared everything
for our departure, Catherine?
-Yes, sir.
-Perfect.
Thank you for all
you've done for me.
You've been a great help.
-Thank you.
-Go now.
[FIVE GUNSHOTS]
-Oh.
Oh.
-I had to do it.
There will be no witnesses.
Margaret, one last
favor, darling.
Your fingerprints on the
revolver butt, thank you.
Now you'll be accused
of her death too.
[LAUGHS] Poor, Catherine.
When she called
the police for me,
she didn't realize she was
asking them to come here
to investigate-- not
Charles' death-- but her own.
[LAUGHS] Amusing; isn't it?
Soon, my darling, you will
be completely paralyzed.
[SOUND OF CLOCK TICKING]
The police.
They've arrived.
I shall have to leave you,
my dear, before I expected.
I apologize.
I apologize profoundly.
Ah.
My faithful Dutch friend, gin.
I see that you're
cultivating my habits.
You've poured yourself a glass.
Your good health.
Or rather, your ill health.
And to our memories
of Copenhagen.
[CHUCKLES] Ah.
Pity you didn't know there was
a secret passage in this room.
We would have met, quickly.
[LAUGHS]
[MARGARET BEGINS TO LAUGH]
-[GASPS] I'm suffocating.
[GASPS FOR BREATH SEVERAL TIMES]
-That bottle there,
on the table.
Give me that bottle.
It's the antidote.
We can still save ourselves.
Help me.
Margaret, please.
Give me the-- the
antidote, Margaret.
-Oh.
There.
-We'll save ourselves.
We'll save ourselves.
Give it to me.
-There.
-Ah!
[MARGARET LAUGHS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[JOHN STRUGGLES TO BREATHE]
[MARGARET LAUGHS]
-Take her away.
[MARGARET CONTINUES TO LAUGH]
[CLAP OF THUNDER]
[MARGARET CONTINUES TO LAUGH]
[SOUND OF SOMEONE KNOCKING]
-I told you Dr. Hitchcock, the
devil is a very real person.
[MUSIC PLAYING]