The Oblong Box (1969) Movie Script
Let go of me!
Let go of me!
Edward!
Oh, my God!
Edward!
Edward.
Go back!
Edward, no!
You leave me no choice. Ruddock.
- Edward!
- Dont do it!
Edward! Please, control yourself.
Down here, on the bed!
Stop!
Get them.
- Lm asking you.
- I dont know.
- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening.
I dont know what you and him are up to,
but youve got to get him out of here.
- Youre being paid.
- And paid well.
Barely well enough.
If the police come, whats the answer?
Youve nothing to fear, Hackett.
Youre running a lodging house
for drunken thieves and whores.
Its that filthy stench.
Whats he doing in there?
- Thats what I want to know.
- Thats enough! About your business!
Anyway, hell be gone soon enough.
The sooner the better, if you ask me.
- Its not ready to be seen as yet.
- But it will be by tonight?
Yes. Have you brought the money?
- Gold?
- Guineas.
But not till your work is done.
When it is,
you can take this back to Africa with you...
...on the same boat that brought you here.
Youll be a rich man, NGalo.
Thats what you want.
Do you think it will work?
When he takes this,
he will sleep as if dead.
Look...
...even if we do get Sir Edward here...
...can he really help him?
I have seen what witchcraft can do.
Believe me, Norton.
You have seen what another man
of my powers has done already.
Have you not?
Yes.
We have knowledge of things
you know nothing of.
Lve been thinking it over, Julian.
And lve decided that I want to
get married at sea on an open boat.
Yes.
In a brilliant scarlet dress to amuse
all the sailors and shock my father.
What? Lm sorry Elizabeth.
I was miles away.
So I noticed.
Back in Africa?
Why do you think that?
I would have thought it was obvious.
Since youve been home
youre a totally different person.
- No, thats nonsense.
- No, it isnt.
Look at you.
Always brooding, heavy-spirited.
Half the time you seem to forget
youre with me and were going to get...
Elizabeth, dear, I am sorry, truly.
What happened out there?
Whats on your mind all the time?
Please tell me.
No. Its not worth your worrying about.
When were married, Julian,
I want to share your life.
Dont lets start out with secrets, please.
Let me start sharing now.
I may have things on my mind,
but that doesnt mean that lve changed.
Then prove it.
I didnt really mean that.
I meant...
...ld like to see you smiling
the way you used to smile.
There!
Yes, its your usual good report, Trench.
- Thorough and precise.
- Lm more than pleased to be back.
- Africa is a heathen place, and no mistake.
- Yes.
Thank you.
Yes, weve had
a distasteful time of it here, too.
Properly handled, your African plantation
could keep you living well...
...to the end of your God-given days.
You and your brother.
We mustnt forget Sir Edward, must we?
Sir Edward wouldnt eat
any of his dinner, sir.
Thank you, Ruddock, lll try later.
How is Sir Edward now?
How did you expect him to be? Better?
I had hoped more normal.
Yes, he did seem to be more normal...
...so we took off the chains.
But the madness only overcame him again.
He tried to break away, to escape.
Ever since then
he seems to have grown steadily worse.
Every man wants to be free.
How can he be free,
looking the way he does?
Dont you understand
his mind is going, too?
Sometimes that sickness strikes him
with such ferocity...
...hes as dangerous as an insane beast.
Perhaps an asylum?
No.
We mustnt even think about that.
I couldnt bear the thought of my brother
screaming his life away...
...in Bedlam with the rest
of those unfortunate creatures.
And surgery is out of the question?
Do you think those carrion doctors
could put his face together again?
Do you think they could even
lay hands on him...
...without wanting to experiment? No.
Ld like to see him.
I dont allow anyone to see him but myself.
- Hes much too dangerous.
- Lm not afraid.
He seemed so pleased
to see me the last time.
Yes, he did seem to be better
for a while after you saw him.
Very well, you may go up.
But please,
dont let him see youre shocked...
...by how much worse he has become.
And dont get too close.
Remember, if the madness
comes over him again...
...your only protection
are the chains on his feet.
- Thank you, lll remember.
- Ruddock.
Take Mr. Trench to see Sir Edward.
- Ld keep my distance, sir.
- Itll be all right, Ruddock.
Sir Edward?
Sir Edward. Its me, Trench.
There isnt much time.
I just want you to know
that lve come back from Africa.
- Have you done what I asked?
- Yes.
When will it be?
In two days. Itll be ready.
You will be well rewarded. Unless you fail.
I must get out of here, Trench.
Lm counting on you. Before its too late.
Its as I feared. Youve upset him.
Lm afraid I cant allow anyone
to see him again ever.
Good night.
Look!
What happened?
Body snatchers, Master Julian.
They got away.
The doctors still require
their warm guinea pigs.
Youre not shocked?
Lts better that they practice their
barbarities on the dead than on the living.
- They pay a handsome price, I suppose.
- Of course.
And for some of our people,
that kind of money is the difference...
...between a full belly and an empty one.
- Youre not shocked?
I can see how important
it is for the poor souls.
Better than a good mark in heaven.
It is for God to judge, Parson, and not you.
Its horrifying, Julian.
Far worse things
are known to man, Elizabeth.
Lm going to put it all out of my mind.
The only thing to think about is us.
- Are we still getting married soon?
- Sooner.
Because Father may succeed
in driving me off to Italy, away from you.
- But I thought we had his blessing.
- That was before.
Before?
Before you returned
from the dark continent.
Before you dismissed most of the servants.
Before the town started to talk.
You mean theyre talking about me?
About the house?
Dont you see what a hermit
youre becoming? Of course they talk.
Wild tales of demons
and ghosties with rattling chains.
But you dont believe
any of that nonsense, do you?
Theres nothing to believe, is there?
- What do you think?
- I think theyre all madmen, fools.
Good.
For the master.
- From Mistress Elizabeth, Master.
- Thank you, Ruddock.
Have you taken up Sir Edwards dinner yet?
No, sir, lll take it up right away.
"Dearest Julian, I am no longer able to fight
my father's wishes to send me to Italy."
"He is disturbed by your strange behavior..."
"...and wants to be sure
that I do not make a mistake."
"You must know that it is not my wish
to leave you and end our betrothal."
Master Julian!
Sir! Lts Sir Edward!
What is it, Ruddock?
Youd better come, Sir.
Edward, why did they have to take you?
Can your soul ever forgive mine?
Ruddock...
...bring Trench to me.
And no one else is to know.
Very well, Sir.
Theres Trench now.
- My brother Edward has died.
- Lm so sorry to hear that.
Theres no need for sorrow.
In his case oblivion was a merciful release.
- When is he going to be buried?
- As soon as youve found another body.
I dont understand.
Its been so long since there was
a funeral in this family, Trench.
Youve forgotten.
The Markhams go to their grave
with a sense of occasion.
The villagers must pay their respects.
We must lie in state for the world to see.
But we wouldnt want the world to see
what Edward was really like.
So you want another body
for the villagers to look at?
Correct. Edward is already in his coffin.
Once the town has gaped at the proxy
corpse, then we can bury the real one.
I wont be involved.
Youve been involved with this family
most of your life, Trench.
Do you realize the penalty
for body snatching is hanging?
- Its the same penalty as for forgery.
- What?
I said forgery.
With these papers you have managed...
...to extract 1,000 guineas
from our plantations, is that not so?
Lm a lawyer, not a businessman.
Youre a forger and an embezzler...
...and now youre going to become
a body snatcher.
Not willingly, Julian.
They say the deeper you get,
the easier it becomes.
- How long have you known about this?
- Lve suspected for some time.
But now I know.
What are you going to do?
Lm going to give you
another 1,000 guineas...
...or turn you over to the authorities.
Very well, Sir Julian.
Your brother shall have the traditional,
dignified funeral.
Just give me enough time
to find a body for him...
...that wont disgrace your noble line.
Will you join me in a brandy?
Thank you.
Have you brought the money?
- Well?
- I was sent for.
- It happened?
- Yes.
When do we let ourselves into the house
to rescue Sir Edward?
We dont. Not now.
Why not?
Because, my dear Mark,
Sir Edward is already nailed in a coffin.
What?
And securely locked behind a door
to which we do not have a key.
I dont understand.
There are, however,
still opportunities for making money.
How?
Julian doesnt want anyone to see
his brother looking the way he does now.
He wants another body
to show the townspeople.
Thats madness!
Madness or not, we are going to
provide him with another body.
We havent got to do anything.
At least, I havent.
My God, Trench, have you forgotten
Sir Edward alive in that coffin?
Control yourself, Mark.
Lve already told you,
theres nothing we can do about that.
Julian is offering 1,000 guineas
for a dead body.
And thats what were going to do,
give him one.
So how do we get it? Answer me that.
NGalo, I feel, can help us further.
- Good. You know what to do?
- Aye, Doctor.
They put it in, we take it out.
As fast as that.
What about the last one you promised me?
We had a bit of trouble, but dont
worry yourself, this one will be warmer.
Lve come to pay you.
Inside.
Yes. Here we are.
Well, go on.
Help yourself.
I think youll find its all there.
Lll get Mr. Hackett. I will.
- Mr. Hackett.
- Lm afraid hes busy.
- Not too busy to see me, love.
- Good evening, madam.
- Yes?
- Mr. Hackett, lm afraid, is not too well.
- What is it this time?
- I fear hes had a little too much to drink.
Lm not surprised.
But I can assure you
that hell be up presently.
Ruddock, tell your master
that Samuel Trench wishes to see him.
On a matter of the greatest importance.
This is Mark Norton.
- I told you to do it alone.
- I couldnt do it alone.
Hadnt you better get your prize inside?
Yes. Ruddock.
Since our return from Africa,
as you know...
...my brother has been forced
to live in seclusion...
...the victim of a tropical disease.
However, in his will, he has not
forgotten the village of his youth.
There is a substantial donation
to the church...
...and generous bequest to the poor.
Our Father which art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name...
- 1,000 guineas and this.
- Blood money.
Hardly. The man was already dead.
- Tell me, what really did happen in Africa?
- What do you mean?
- Nothing. Only it is curious, isnt it?
- What is?
That no ones ever heard what Sir Edward
did to deserve such a terrible punishment.
Retribution.
Thats just what lve come to think it was.
- Retribution.
- Gods vengeance.
You were never impressed
by the Christian myths before.
Sin and retribution.
We sinned out there in Africa, all right.
Plundering their land,
and were still stealing their wealth.
Though theyre too innocent to know it.
Yes, Edwards fate
can only be our punishment...
...our kind of retribution.
Youre only making me more curious.
...of whom may we seek
for succour, but of thee, O Lord...
...who for our sins art justly displeased?
Yet, O Lord God most holy,
O Lord most mighty...
...O holy and most merciful Saviour...
...deliver us not into...
Why did you never tell me?
I would have understood.
I couldnt be sure, Elizabeth.
I didnt know how to tell you.
Sending that letter to you.
Lm so sorry. So very sorry.
Youre my last chance, Elizabeth,
for some peace, some happiness.
- You will stay, you will marry me?
- Of course I will, darling.
He has found some peace at last,
as he never could have on earth.
...dear brother here departed...
...we therefore commit
his body to the ground...
...earth to earth...
...ashes to ashes...
...dust to dust.
...in sure and certain hope
of Resurrection...
- Poor Edward Markham.
- Well open the house again.
Itll be like it once was.
Well let the sun stream in on a new life.
Help! Murder!
- Murder!
- Right, hold him.
Move yourself.
Come on.
Easy.
Come on.
Giddy-up now!
Move yourself, lads. Come on.
I thought you were
never going to get here.
These things take time and caution,
Doctor, as lm sure you realize.
Yes.
- What have you got for me this time?
- Male. Just buried.
His name and where he comes from
is my business. You know that, too.
By the way, weve got something
extra special for you tonight.
- What do you mean?
- All right, bring it in. On the table.
Slightly damaged, lm afraid.
We couldnt take one without the other,
if you see what I mean.
- You murdered him.
- Well, the law might call it that.
We ought to call it a lucky accident.
Lucky for you, because youve got
twice the stuff for your knives and needles.
Lucky for me and the boys
in the usual way.
Of course, you know...
...youd better never ever
so much as whisper about this, dont you?
Weller!
You would do well to realize
that you are in this as deeply as I am.
Remember that.
Its all in the course of science, isnt it?
Why dont we spend the honeymoon
in Africa?
No.
A long time ago, when you first met me,
you said you loved the land out there.
But not any more, Elizabeth.
I never want to go back there again.
- Why?
- Lve seen too much...
...of what Africa can mean...
...and what we have come to mean
to Africa.
In fact, I...
Yes?
Lve been thinking of abandoning
everything out there before its too late.
What would that mean?
Well, it would mean that wed still be
Sir Julian and Lady Elizabeth...
...but there wouldnt be anything
to go with the title.
I see.
For years now, this family has been
nothing but an empty facade.
- And yet, still youd abandon Africa?
- More than ever.
Thats the only way we can find peace.
Youll make a splendid host, Doctor.
And I feel very much at home here.
- Lm obliged to you.
- And lm obliged to you, Doctor.
Particularly as youre going to
give me shelter.
Are you suggesting that I should
hide you here in this house?
Why should I?
Your body snatchers seem to have
thrown you on the murder trail last night.
Would you like anyone to know about that?
Anyway, the penalty for grave robbing
is the noose, isnt it?
And happily or not,
my bodys alive enough to tell the tale.
Just who are you?
- Dont you know whose grave they robbed?
- I do not.
Empty graves eventually tell their story.
Youre mistaken.
They show no signs of having been opened.
So, youre the only one
who knows of my resurrection.
I couldnt have wished for better.
Lm in your good care now, Doctor.
Indeed. And for how long?
As long as need be.
I must stay hidden.
Youre going to keep me healthy as well...
...until lve paid back
some very urgent debts.
Duke!
What have you found, Duke?
Come on, Duke!
The servants have returned.
Now that youve safely taken charge
of your remarkable cadaver...
What shall I say to them about you?
Tell them...
...lm a relative, badly burned abroad...
...who prefers not to frighten people
with his scars.
Yes, I suppose thats reasonable.
- You really are a very fortunate man.
- Why do you say that?
Youre looking at someone who must be
quite unique, even in your experience.
A man turned inside out through sorcery...
...by a handful of powders
and obscure drugs.
My minds been unhinged,
my face destroyed.
Lve been killed and then brought
miraculously back to life.
I am a very remarkable creature, Doctor.
And you are only concerned
with what the servants will think.
- One has to observe the conventions.
- Be done with it, and get out!
Lock me in here if you wish,
and dont worry about the servants.
Lll only do my prowling by night.
Poor fellow. I wonder who he was?
Well find out.
This is Master Julian Kemp, Doctor.
He found the body.
- My dog did, actually.
- You uncovered a mystery, Master Kemp.
Whoever he is, he wasnt drowned.
He died, it seems, from natural causes...
...and either fell
or was pushed into the water.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sally.
A beautiful girl.
- And whats that supposed to mean?
- Merely a comment.
Perhaps youd be good enough to tell me
how long you propose to stay here?
Lve told you, Doctor.
Until I settle my debts.
I hope lm not interfering with your work.
In fact, I intend to help you financially.
It must be just awful
to have your face so badly burned...
...that you cant let it be seen.
Lm sorry for him.
- He sounds such a gentleman.
- Dont let your sympathy go too far.
- Mrs. Hopkins!
- You neednt Mrs. Hopkins me.
I know your dealings with the gentry,
Sally Baxter.
Its not faces youre interested in, is it girl?
Well, Mark, everythings ready
exactly the way you asked for it.
A draft on the American Bank,
and the balance in gold.
Arent you going to say thank you?
Thank you, Trench, for your worthless
promises and the blood on my hands.
You needed money. I helped you get it.
You didnt mention that getting it
meant murder!
You really are frightened, arent you?
Yes.
My dear Mark, if Hacketts body is found,
theres nothing on it to prove his identity.
And what about Sir Edward? Buried alive.
An unfortunate accident.
Lve forgotten the entire affair and
I suggest the sooner you do, the better.
Lm leaving England.
I wish to God
ld never set eyes on you, Trench.
I pray to God I never shall again.
I think its time for tea, Graves. Dont you?
All right. To Dover.
Hey there, driver!
No need for knives, highwayman.
Not if you tell me
where the witch doctor is.
- Sir Edward.
- Where is he?
- I dont know.
- Too late for lies now.
- I swear, I dont know.
- Then you are useless to me.
Good evening, Madam.
Its so nice to see the house open again.
Yes, a change.
Very interesting.
- Sir Julian.
- Lm so pleased you could come.
Charmed.
Baron, lm so pleased to see you.
Sir Julian. Youve never looked better.
Time you were married.
Yes, I agree.
- Kemp.
- Julian.
Lovely to see you.
Lm so pleased you could come.
I want you to do a portrait
of my beautiful Elizabeth one day.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
She looks radiant tonight.
- What is it?
- Its a man. A man in a crimson hood.
It must be a highwayman.
Ruddock!
Bring the other servants.
Theres a prowler about.
- Right. Out in the garden and search.
- Right.
No, please, everyone dont leave.
Dont leave. Believe me,
theres nothing to worry about.
The servants will take care of everything.
I want to drink a toast.
To my wife!
Lady Markham...
...I see nothing but happiness
and comfort ahead.
More than enough for just two.
Please, now, lets dance.
To assist you in your experiments.
Good night, Doctor, and sleep well.
- Arent you frightened?
- Why should I be?
Me, a stranger, hiding under a hood.
You dont know...
You little slut!
You were with him last night, werent you?
- Well, what if I was?
- That man is dangerous.
That mans in pain.
You wouldnt feel sorry for a crippled dog.
- Have you seen his face?
- No.
But hes burned, isnt he?
Why should I be afraid of scars when I see
all the dead bodies that you handle?
It makes my skin crawl.
If thats all thats disturbing you,
you have nothing to worry about.
Youre dismissed! You can go home.
Lm sure that with your abilities
you will find suitable lodgings...
...and an appropriate position.
Ld need some money for that, Doctor.
I said, youd have to make it worth my
while to leave such a wonderful position.
Otherwise the village will hear more
about your surgical research.
Very well.
But dont imagine that youre going to
indulge in a little blackmail...
...or breathe a word about that man.
What if I do?
I might find myself buying
your pretty little body one day.
For a guinea or two.
- Where is Sally?
- Shes gone.
Gone where?
Gone away.
Why? I wouldnt harm her.
You can say what you please,
but shes not coming back.
Remember this...
...you need me, and without my help
you wouldnt last one minute.
Lve read your reference, Sally, and I see
no reason why you shouldnt start at once.
- Thank you, milady.
- Sally, why did you leave Dr. Neuhartt?
A relative came to stay.
There was no room for me.
If you do your work satisfactorily here,
I think youll find it a good situation.
- Thank you, milady.
- Come with me, Sally.
Pleasant-looking girl.
I want everything
to be perfect for you, Elizabeth.
It will be.
The house looks wonderful, Julian.
- Theres only one thing that frightens me.
- Whats that?
That room upstairs.
- Here, look after him.
- Thank you, sir.
Sir. Hello.
You doing anything tonight, sir?
What do you got that mask on for?
Hey now, get a hold of him.
Hey, Govnor.
Lm very sorry, gentlemen.
Its perfectly all right.
- Perfectly all right, sir.
- Have you been to a party?
- Looks like hes been to a fancy dress ball.
- Come in and have a drink.
- Thank you, but I really havent time.
- Come along with us.
- Come to Macgregors and have a drink.
- Youre very kind, but I must be going.
- Wait till you see whats going on there.
- Come on.
Youre very kind, but perhaps another time.
See what I mean?
- Sorry, dearie.
- Whats he doing in that hood?
He must be very important to hide his face.
Or very ugly. Or both.
How are you tonight, dearie?
Isnt that Prince whats-his-name?
Can they let him out at night?
- Too proud to show your face?
- Sally?
My name is Heidi.
But for every taste we have a name.
If you want me to be Sally, I will be Sally.
Come with me.
How do you want me?
No, I shouldnt be here.
Of course you should.
Whats the matter with you?
Are you frightened?
You can leave on your mask. I dont mind.
I like you as you are.
That will cost you extra.
Give me the britches, darling.
And the dress. I said extra for the dress.
Thats my wife there, mister, understand?
If youre the Prince of Wales, its gonna
cost you money to get outta here.
And if you are the Prince of Wales,
itll cost you even more.
And he has gold in his pockets
enough to blind you.
Has he now?
Youd better hand it over then.
Who the devil are you?
Come on, Heidi. We might have
a real treasure on our hands here.
Lets see whats behind this mask.
No. You wont get out of here...
...until I see your face.
- Its a bear!
- Its a dancing bear.
- Dance!
- It is a bear!
Dance!
Yes, dance for us.
Dance.
Get off me!
Get him.
Boy! Stop!
Come back here!
Stop him, someone.
Whats the matter with him?
Here, cut it out!
Murder!
Murder!
Bloody murder.
- What kind of a beast did that?
- Lve told you. It was the man...
- I know. The man in the crimson hood.
- Going downstairs?
Away, all of you.
Out of the way. Go on.
- You must know who he was.
- Well, I dont.
And you didnt want to lose
this future customer?
No.
You dont think ld set a loony
straight out of Bedlam on my lady, do you?
Knowing you, Harry, ld say yes.
But well find out, wont we?
If anybody knows anything,
bring them along.
Very good, Mr. Hawthorne, sir.
You say this hooded figure had money.
So Heidi told me.
Which you were both going to
relieve him of?
No, we werent.
No. You wouldnt do
anything like that, would you?
No, of course not.
- Would you say he was of the gentry?
- I dont know. He never talked to me.
Excuse me, sir. Take a look at this.
A cloak with blood on it.
- Hey, thats his cloak.
- Thats his, all right!
- And he was wearing this cloak?
- Yes.
J. N.
- I wonder.
- What?
If theres anything underneath that tape.
E. P. Higgs.
Tailor.
Langford.
There we are. Now you take those
and come back to see me in two days.
- Good bye.
- Bye, Doctor.
Hope you feel better soon.
- Dr. Neuhartt?
- Yes?
Lm a Crown Officer from London.
I want to speak to you.
Very well. Wont you come in?
These are your initials, Doctor,
and this is your cloak.
The tailor who made it told us so.
Yes, they are mine.
Why, thats blood.
Blood of a tart in London
who got her throat cut.
- Throat cut?
- By someone wearing that cloak.
I dont understand.
Dr. Neuhartt,
I must ask you some questions.
Where were you last night?
I was at the house of Mr. Jenkins,
the local magistrate. I was dining there.
He will confirm that.
Could you possibly explain how your cloak
came to be worn in London?
Why, no, I cant. I lost it.
I must have left it somewhere.
Where?
If I knew that, Mr. Hawthorne,
I wouldnt have lost it, would I?
I suggest you obtain confirmation of
my presence in Langford last night...
...and continue your investigations
in London and take these with you.
- Good day to you.
- Thank you, Doctor. Good day.
- What did you tell them?
- I told them nothing.
You killed that woman, didnt you?
Thats an interesting group
you have up there.
Thank you, Julian.
Thats a fine composition.
I have a great deal of work
to do on that yet.
Here is a portrait that I just finished
for Lord Wallace.
Ld suggest the same size
for Lady Elizabeth.
A different style, of course,
for her entrancing beauty.
Julian, here are some more things
I think you might be interested in.
- Thats a wonderful landscape.
- I think I can really be pleased with that.
You see this strong line coming
from left to right, right across the picture.
- Another line...
- Who is that a portrait of?
Lts just a sketch I did from memory.
From memory?
Yes, some unknown man
my dog found dead in the river.
Now this other strong line
coming from top...
- Julian?
- Yes.
You dont know who it is, do you?
Quite a shock it was.
It just caught my eye.
Yes, its quite an interesting face.
One plummets the depths for answers.
Only the customs...
Would you sell it?
Sell it? My dear Julian,
you can have it for nothing.
- Mysteries just disturb me.
- Thats very kind of you, thank you.
Now for this forest picture,
I tried to get the feeling of the forest...
But lm afraid lm going to have
to be running along now.
We can work out the sittings later on.
Thank you so much, lve really enjoyed...
You and Norton threw that body
into the river. Why?
- Thats rubbish! Who says that?
- I do.
Because its now in the hands
of a parish magistrate.
There was nothing on the body
to say who it was.
Except that it had been viewed earlier
by the people of my village...
...as the body of my late brother.
And not only that.
The man who found it was an artist.
He made a sketch. Look.
Fortunately, I managed to get hold of it.
Why didnt you put the body
back where it came from?
- Because it was too risky.
- Why?
Because it was. Thats why.
Trench...
...how did that man die?
- What are you so inquisitive about...
- What grave did it come from?
- Whats this all about?
- You heard what I said. Answer me.
What are you hiding?
- Lve got enough troubles of me own!
- Lm not hiding anything, man.
Theres something going on
I dont like the sound of.
If its as important as that
for you to know...
...then itd be far more important for me
not to tell you. And lm not going to!
And another thing. After this,
therell be no more dealings with me.
Youve become far too nosy.
In my business,
thats taking too much of a risk.
- Weller...
- Good day, Doctor.
After Edward was free,
what happened then?
Nothing.
You locked him up, you nailed him down.
- Our plan didnt work.
- Go on.
Rescue was out of the question.
My God, Trench,
do you know what that means?
It means that my brother was buried alive!
Lts all gone.
Lll go and get some more.
You havent been looking for me,
have you, Trench?
And we did have a bargain.
My God.
Sir Edward.
- I thought youd been...
- Buried?
Yes.
Waking up in that horrible oblong box.
No air to breathe.
Trapped and no escape.
The earth raining down on the lid.
Every shovelful burying you more deeply.
No, Sir Edward. Julian...
Julian is to blame. I can explain.
All I want is that witch doctor!
That was the bargain, after all.
The Starbuck Inn.
Shoreham.
Shoreham.
Trench. Why Shoreham?
He was waiting...
...for a ship.
Waiting? Why not waiting for me?
Are you the man I made my medicine for?
Yes.
It worked only too well.
Tell me.
Have you seen a face like mine before?
Once.
I want to know. Can you help me?
Yes. For gold.
Sit down.
Do you know what happened in Africa?
Why they did this to me?
I must know.
You are riding through the plantation.
A white king amongst his black slaves...
...who are too ignorant to know
that you are an enemy.
No.
No!
I dont understand.
I know it wasnt me.
You are the man they call Markham?
It is also the name of my brother.
Markham.
You changed nothing! Lts still the same!
Youve got to help me, Doctor.
Youve got to give me something
to keep me going until the morning.
Very well, come with me.
- Whats amusing you?
- It seems you started a fad, my dear...
...when you claimed that you saw
a man with a crimson hood.
I did see him, you know I did!
Everybodys seeing him now.
Theres a story here about a man...
...in a crimson hood who murdered
a woman in London. He slit her throat.
- What is it, Sally?
- I cant believe it!
- What?
- That hed do such a terrible thing!
Sally, have you seen
a man in a crimson hood?
Theres a man staying with
Dr. Neuhartt who wears a hood like that.
- A man who wears a hood.
- I promised not to tell anyone!
Dr. Neuhartt. Yes, of course.
Elizabeth, forgive me,
lm going out for a little while.
Look after Sally.
Ruddock.
If you dont keep off your feet,
youll be dead in the morning.
Thats all the time in the world
for what I have to do.
- More debts?
- The final debts.
And more blood?
First I want the reasons, Doctor,
then perhaps the blood.
Blood will have blood, so they say.
Cant you understand?
You know whats been done to me.
Wouldnt you want the truth
and then your revenge?
How do you expect me
to know how you feel?
Here, drink this.
What is this?
Lts what you wanted. Something
to keep you on your feet until the morning.
Or something to put me
back in the grave for eternity!
Why dont you sit down, my dear.
You look very pale.
I feel a lot better now.
I think we could both do
with a little brandy.
No, lll get it.
Hello? Anyone there? Open up!
Hello?
Who did this?
He attacked...
A man in a crimson hood?
Where did he come from?
He was still warm
and straight from the grave. Was that it?
Where did he go? I must find him.
Markham Manor.
Markham.
- No!
- Sally...
- You have to help me!
- Youre a murderer!
- You dont understand anything!
- Please dont kill me!
- I must find Julian. Where is he?
- Hes not here!
Youre lying!
Elizabeth. What happened?
It was Sally.
She was here just a moment ago.
- Sally?
- Look!
- Its Edward.
- Edward?
Yes. I cant explain it now.
Lm going out. You stay here, Elizabeth.
- Julian!
- Please, stay here!
Edward.
Edward, stop!
Why, Julian?
Edward, stop! Let me explain!
Why, Julian?
Edward, it was an accident.
You!
- This should have been you!
- Yes, I know!
They were looking for a Markham
to pay back their debts.
They found their Markham,
but they took you and not me.
There was nothing I could do.
It was too late.
Its not too late, Julian.
Let them have both of us!
This is the one you wanted.
- Edward Markham?
- Yes.
Go now.
Markham.
Where is Sir Julian?
I think he went
to the top of the house, madam.
Julian, what is it?
Nothing.
- This is Edwards room, isnt it?
- No, Elizabeth.
This is my room.
Let go of me!
Edward!
Oh, my God!
Edward!
Edward.
Go back!
Edward, no!
You leave me no choice. Ruddock.
- Edward!
- Dont do it!
Edward! Please, control yourself.
Down here, on the bed!
Stop!
Get them.
- Lm asking you.
- I dont know.
- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening.
I dont know what you and him are up to,
but youve got to get him out of here.
- Youre being paid.
- And paid well.
Barely well enough.
If the police come, whats the answer?
Youve nothing to fear, Hackett.
Youre running a lodging house
for drunken thieves and whores.
Its that filthy stench.
Whats he doing in there?
- Thats what I want to know.
- Thats enough! About your business!
Anyway, hell be gone soon enough.
The sooner the better, if you ask me.
- Its not ready to be seen as yet.
- But it will be by tonight?
Yes. Have you brought the money?
- Gold?
- Guineas.
But not till your work is done.
When it is,
you can take this back to Africa with you...
...on the same boat that brought you here.
Youll be a rich man, NGalo.
Thats what you want.
Do you think it will work?
When he takes this,
he will sleep as if dead.
Look...
...even if we do get Sir Edward here...
...can he really help him?
I have seen what witchcraft can do.
Believe me, Norton.
You have seen what another man
of my powers has done already.
Have you not?
Yes.
We have knowledge of things
you know nothing of.
Lve been thinking it over, Julian.
And lve decided that I want to
get married at sea on an open boat.
Yes.
In a brilliant scarlet dress to amuse
all the sailors and shock my father.
What? Lm sorry Elizabeth.
I was miles away.
So I noticed.
Back in Africa?
Why do you think that?
I would have thought it was obvious.
Since youve been home
youre a totally different person.
- No, thats nonsense.
- No, it isnt.
Look at you.
Always brooding, heavy-spirited.
Half the time you seem to forget
youre with me and were going to get...
Elizabeth, dear, I am sorry, truly.
What happened out there?
Whats on your mind all the time?
Please tell me.
No. Its not worth your worrying about.
When were married, Julian,
I want to share your life.
Dont lets start out with secrets, please.
Let me start sharing now.
I may have things on my mind,
but that doesnt mean that lve changed.
Then prove it.
I didnt really mean that.
I meant...
...ld like to see you smiling
the way you used to smile.
There!
Yes, its your usual good report, Trench.
- Thorough and precise.
- Lm more than pleased to be back.
- Africa is a heathen place, and no mistake.
- Yes.
Thank you.
Yes, weve had
a distasteful time of it here, too.
Properly handled, your African plantation
could keep you living well...
...to the end of your God-given days.
You and your brother.
We mustnt forget Sir Edward, must we?
Sir Edward wouldnt eat
any of his dinner, sir.
Thank you, Ruddock, lll try later.
How is Sir Edward now?
How did you expect him to be? Better?
I had hoped more normal.
Yes, he did seem to be more normal...
...so we took off the chains.
But the madness only overcame him again.
He tried to break away, to escape.
Ever since then
he seems to have grown steadily worse.
Every man wants to be free.
How can he be free,
looking the way he does?
Dont you understand
his mind is going, too?
Sometimes that sickness strikes him
with such ferocity...
...hes as dangerous as an insane beast.
Perhaps an asylum?
No.
We mustnt even think about that.
I couldnt bear the thought of my brother
screaming his life away...
...in Bedlam with the rest
of those unfortunate creatures.
And surgery is out of the question?
Do you think those carrion doctors
could put his face together again?
Do you think they could even
lay hands on him...
...without wanting to experiment? No.
Ld like to see him.
I dont allow anyone to see him but myself.
- Hes much too dangerous.
- Lm not afraid.
He seemed so pleased
to see me the last time.
Yes, he did seem to be better
for a while after you saw him.
Very well, you may go up.
But please,
dont let him see youre shocked...
...by how much worse he has become.
And dont get too close.
Remember, if the madness
comes over him again...
...your only protection
are the chains on his feet.
- Thank you, lll remember.
- Ruddock.
Take Mr. Trench to see Sir Edward.
- Ld keep my distance, sir.
- Itll be all right, Ruddock.
Sir Edward?
Sir Edward. Its me, Trench.
There isnt much time.
I just want you to know
that lve come back from Africa.
- Have you done what I asked?
- Yes.
When will it be?
In two days. Itll be ready.
You will be well rewarded. Unless you fail.
I must get out of here, Trench.
Lm counting on you. Before its too late.
Its as I feared. Youve upset him.
Lm afraid I cant allow anyone
to see him again ever.
Good night.
Look!
What happened?
Body snatchers, Master Julian.
They got away.
The doctors still require
their warm guinea pigs.
Youre not shocked?
Lts better that they practice their
barbarities on the dead than on the living.
- They pay a handsome price, I suppose.
- Of course.
And for some of our people,
that kind of money is the difference...
...between a full belly and an empty one.
- Youre not shocked?
I can see how important
it is for the poor souls.
Better than a good mark in heaven.
It is for God to judge, Parson, and not you.
Its horrifying, Julian.
Far worse things
are known to man, Elizabeth.
Lm going to put it all out of my mind.
The only thing to think about is us.
- Are we still getting married soon?
- Sooner.
Because Father may succeed
in driving me off to Italy, away from you.
- But I thought we had his blessing.
- That was before.
Before?
Before you returned
from the dark continent.
Before you dismissed most of the servants.
Before the town started to talk.
You mean theyre talking about me?
About the house?
Dont you see what a hermit
youre becoming? Of course they talk.
Wild tales of demons
and ghosties with rattling chains.
But you dont believe
any of that nonsense, do you?
Theres nothing to believe, is there?
- What do you think?
- I think theyre all madmen, fools.
Good.
For the master.
- From Mistress Elizabeth, Master.
- Thank you, Ruddock.
Have you taken up Sir Edwards dinner yet?
No, sir, lll take it up right away.
"Dearest Julian, I am no longer able to fight
my father's wishes to send me to Italy."
"He is disturbed by your strange behavior..."
"...and wants to be sure
that I do not make a mistake."
"You must know that it is not my wish
to leave you and end our betrothal."
Master Julian!
Sir! Lts Sir Edward!
What is it, Ruddock?
Youd better come, Sir.
Edward, why did they have to take you?
Can your soul ever forgive mine?
Ruddock...
...bring Trench to me.
And no one else is to know.
Very well, Sir.
Theres Trench now.
- My brother Edward has died.
- Lm so sorry to hear that.
Theres no need for sorrow.
In his case oblivion was a merciful release.
- When is he going to be buried?
- As soon as youve found another body.
I dont understand.
Its been so long since there was
a funeral in this family, Trench.
Youve forgotten.
The Markhams go to their grave
with a sense of occasion.
The villagers must pay their respects.
We must lie in state for the world to see.
But we wouldnt want the world to see
what Edward was really like.
So you want another body
for the villagers to look at?
Correct. Edward is already in his coffin.
Once the town has gaped at the proxy
corpse, then we can bury the real one.
I wont be involved.
Youve been involved with this family
most of your life, Trench.
Do you realize the penalty
for body snatching is hanging?
- Its the same penalty as for forgery.
- What?
I said forgery.
With these papers you have managed...
...to extract 1,000 guineas
from our plantations, is that not so?
Lm a lawyer, not a businessman.
Youre a forger and an embezzler...
...and now youre going to become
a body snatcher.
Not willingly, Julian.
They say the deeper you get,
the easier it becomes.
- How long have you known about this?
- Lve suspected for some time.
But now I know.
What are you going to do?
Lm going to give you
another 1,000 guineas...
...or turn you over to the authorities.
Very well, Sir Julian.
Your brother shall have the traditional,
dignified funeral.
Just give me enough time
to find a body for him...
...that wont disgrace your noble line.
Will you join me in a brandy?
Thank you.
Have you brought the money?
- Well?
- I was sent for.
- It happened?
- Yes.
When do we let ourselves into the house
to rescue Sir Edward?
We dont. Not now.
Why not?
Because, my dear Mark,
Sir Edward is already nailed in a coffin.
What?
And securely locked behind a door
to which we do not have a key.
I dont understand.
There are, however,
still opportunities for making money.
How?
Julian doesnt want anyone to see
his brother looking the way he does now.
He wants another body
to show the townspeople.
Thats madness!
Madness or not, we are going to
provide him with another body.
We havent got to do anything.
At least, I havent.
My God, Trench, have you forgotten
Sir Edward alive in that coffin?
Control yourself, Mark.
Lve already told you,
theres nothing we can do about that.
Julian is offering 1,000 guineas
for a dead body.
And thats what were going to do,
give him one.
So how do we get it? Answer me that.
NGalo, I feel, can help us further.
- Good. You know what to do?
- Aye, Doctor.
They put it in, we take it out.
As fast as that.
What about the last one you promised me?
We had a bit of trouble, but dont
worry yourself, this one will be warmer.
Lve come to pay you.
Inside.
Yes. Here we are.
Well, go on.
Help yourself.
I think youll find its all there.
Lll get Mr. Hackett. I will.
- Mr. Hackett.
- Lm afraid hes busy.
- Not too busy to see me, love.
- Good evening, madam.
- Yes?
- Mr. Hackett, lm afraid, is not too well.
- What is it this time?
- I fear hes had a little too much to drink.
Lm not surprised.
But I can assure you
that hell be up presently.
Ruddock, tell your master
that Samuel Trench wishes to see him.
On a matter of the greatest importance.
This is Mark Norton.
- I told you to do it alone.
- I couldnt do it alone.
Hadnt you better get your prize inside?
Yes. Ruddock.
Since our return from Africa,
as you know...
...my brother has been forced
to live in seclusion...
...the victim of a tropical disease.
However, in his will, he has not
forgotten the village of his youth.
There is a substantial donation
to the church...
...and generous bequest to the poor.
Our Father which art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name...
- 1,000 guineas and this.
- Blood money.
Hardly. The man was already dead.
- Tell me, what really did happen in Africa?
- What do you mean?
- Nothing. Only it is curious, isnt it?
- What is?
That no ones ever heard what Sir Edward
did to deserve such a terrible punishment.
Retribution.
Thats just what lve come to think it was.
- Retribution.
- Gods vengeance.
You were never impressed
by the Christian myths before.
Sin and retribution.
We sinned out there in Africa, all right.
Plundering their land,
and were still stealing their wealth.
Though theyre too innocent to know it.
Yes, Edwards fate
can only be our punishment...
...our kind of retribution.
Youre only making me more curious.
...of whom may we seek
for succour, but of thee, O Lord...
...who for our sins art justly displeased?
Yet, O Lord God most holy,
O Lord most mighty...
...O holy and most merciful Saviour...
...deliver us not into...
Why did you never tell me?
I would have understood.
I couldnt be sure, Elizabeth.
I didnt know how to tell you.
Sending that letter to you.
Lm so sorry. So very sorry.
Youre my last chance, Elizabeth,
for some peace, some happiness.
- You will stay, you will marry me?
- Of course I will, darling.
He has found some peace at last,
as he never could have on earth.
...dear brother here departed...
...we therefore commit
his body to the ground...
...earth to earth...
...ashes to ashes...
...dust to dust.
...in sure and certain hope
of Resurrection...
- Poor Edward Markham.
- Well open the house again.
Itll be like it once was.
Well let the sun stream in on a new life.
Help! Murder!
- Murder!
- Right, hold him.
Move yourself.
Come on.
Easy.
Come on.
Giddy-up now!
Move yourself, lads. Come on.
I thought you were
never going to get here.
These things take time and caution,
Doctor, as lm sure you realize.
Yes.
- What have you got for me this time?
- Male. Just buried.
His name and where he comes from
is my business. You know that, too.
By the way, weve got something
extra special for you tonight.
- What do you mean?
- All right, bring it in. On the table.
Slightly damaged, lm afraid.
We couldnt take one without the other,
if you see what I mean.
- You murdered him.
- Well, the law might call it that.
We ought to call it a lucky accident.
Lucky for you, because youve got
twice the stuff for your knives and needles.
Lucky for me and the boys
in the usual way.
Of course, you know...
...youd better never ever
so much as whisper about this, dont you?
Weller!
You would do well to realize
that you are in this as deeply as I am.
Remember that.
Its all in the course of science, isnt it?
Why dont we spend the honeymoon
in Africa?
No.
A long time ago, when you first met me,
you said you loved the land out there.
But not any more, Elizabeth.
I never want to go back there again.
- Why?
- Lve seen too much...
...of what Africa can mean...
...and what we have come to mean
to Africa.
In fact, I...
Yes?
Lve been thinking of abandoning
everything out there before its too late.
What would that mean?
Well, it would mean that wed still be
Sir Julian and Lady Elizabeth...
...but there wouldnt be anything
to go with the title.
I see.
For years now, this family has been
nothing but an empty facade.
- And yet, still youd abandon Africa?
- More than ever.
Thats the only way we can find peace.
Youll make a splendid host, Doctor.
And I feel very much at home here.
- Lm obliged to you.
- And lm obliged to you, Doctor.
Particularly as youre going to
give me shelter.
Are you suggesting that I should
hide you here in this house?
Why should I?
Your body snatchers seem to have
thrown you on the murder trail last night.
Would you like anyone to know about that?
Anyway, the penalty for grave robbing
is the noose, isnt it?
And happily or not,
my bodys alive enough to tell the tale.
Just who are you?
- Dont you know whose grave they robbed?
- I do not.
Empty graves eventually tell their story.
Youre mistaken.
They show no signs of having been opened.
So, youre the only one
who knows of my resurrection.
I couldnt have wished for better.
Lm in your good care now, Doctor.
Indeed. And for how long?
As long as need be.
I must stay hidden.
Youre going to keep me healthy as well...
...until lve paid back
some very urgent debts.
Duke!
What have you found, Duke?
Come on, Duke!
The servants have returned.
Now that youve safely taken charge
of your remarkable cadaver...
What shall I say to them about you?
Tell them...
...lm a relative, badly burned abroad...
...who prefers not to frighten people
with his scars.
Yes, I suppose thats reasonable.
- You really are a very fortunate man.
- Why do you say that?
Youre looking at someone who must be
quite unique, even in your experience.
A man turned inside out through sorcery...
...by a handful of powders
and obscure drugs.
My minds been unhinged,
my face destroyed.
Lve been killed and then brought
miraculously back to life.
I am a very remarkable creature, Doctor.
And you are only concerned
with what the servants will think.
- One has to observe the conventions.
- Be done with it, and get out!
Lock me in here if you wish,
and dont worry about the servants.
Lll only do my prowling by night.
Poor fellow. I wonder who he was?
Well find out.
This is Master Julian Kemp, Doctor.
He found the body.
- My dog did, actually.
- You uncovered a mystery, Master Kemp.
Whoever he is, he wasnt drowned.
He died, it seems, from natural causes...
...and either fell
or was pushed into the water.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sally.
A beautiful girl.
- And whats that supposed to mean?
- Merely a comment.
Perhaps youd be good enough to tell me
how long you propose to stay here?
Lve told you, Doctor.
Until I settle my debts.
I hope lm not interfering with your work.
In fact, I intend to help you financially.
It must be just awful
to have your face so badly burned...
...that you cant let it be seen.
Lm sorry for him.
- He sounds such a gentleman.
- Dont let your sympathy go too far.
- Mrs. Hopkins!
- You neednt Mrs. Hopkins me.
I know your dealings with the gentry,
Sally Baxter.
Its not faces youre interested in, is it girl?
Well, Mark, everythings ready
exactly the way you asked for it.
A draft on the American Bank,
and the balance in gold.
Arent you going to say thank you?
Thank you, Trench, for your worthless
promises and the blood on my hands.
You needed money. I helped you get it.
You didnt mention that getting it
meant murder!
You really are frightened, arent you?
Yes.
My dear Mark, if Hacketts body is found,
theres nothing on it to prove his identity.
And what about Sir Edward? Buried alive.
An unfortunate accident.
Lve forgotten the entire affair and
I suggest the sooner you do, the better.
Lm leaving England.
I wish to God
ld never set eyes on you, Trench.
I pray to God I never shall again.
I think its time for tea, Graves. Dont you?
All right. To Dover.
Hey there, driver!
No need for knives, highwayman.
Not if you tell me
where the witch doctor is.
- Sir Edward.
- Where is he?
- I dont know.
- Too late for lies now.
- I swear, I dont know.
- Then you are useless to me.
Good evening, Madam.
Its so nice to see the house open again.
Yes, a change.
Very interesting.
- Sir Julian.
- Lm so pleased you could come.
Charmed.
Baron, lm so pleased to see you.
Sir Julian. Youve never looked better.
Time you were married.
Yes, I agree.
- Kemp.
- Julian.
Lovely to see you.
Lm so pleased you could come.
I want you to do a portrait
of my beautiful Elizabeth one day.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
She looks radiant tonight.
- What is it?
- Its a man. A man in a crimson hood.
It must be a highwayman.
Ruddock!
Bring the other servants.
Theres a prowler about.
- Right. Out in the garden and search.
- Right.
No, please, everyone dont leave.
Dont leave. Believe me,
theres nothing to worry about.
The servants will take care of everything.
I want to drink a toast.
To my wife!
Lady Markham...
...I see nothing but happiness
and comfort ahead.
More than enough for just two.
Please, now, lets dance.
To assist you in your experiments.
Good night, Doctor, and sleep well.
- Arent you frightened?
- Why should I be?
Me, a stranger, hiding under a hood.
You dont know...
You little slut!
You were with him last night, werent you?
- Well, what if I was?
- That man is dangerous.
That mans in pain.
You wouldnt feel sorry for a crippled dog.
- Have you seen his face?
- No.
But hes burned, isnt he?
Why should I be afraid of scars when I see
all the dead bodies that you handle?
It makes my skin crawl.
If thats all thats disturbing you,
you have nothing to worry about.
Youre dismissed! You can go home.
Lm sure that with your abilities
you will find suitable lodgings...
...and an appropriate position.
Ld need some money for that, Doctor.
I said, youd have to make it worth my
while to leave such a wonderful position.
Otherwise the village will hear more
about your surgical research.
Very well.
But dont imagine that youre going to
indulge in a little blackmail...
...or breathe a word about that man.
What if I do?
I might find myself buying
your pretty little body one day.
For a guinea or two.
- Where is Sally?
- Shes gone.
Gone where?
Gone away.
Why? I wouldnt harm her.
You can say what you please,
but shes not coming back.
Remember this...
...you need me, and without my help
you wouldnt last one minute.
Lve read your reference, Sally, and I see
no reason why you shouldnt start at once.
- Thank you, milady.
- Sally, why did you leave Dr. Neuhartt?
A relative came to stay.
There was no room for me.
If you do your work satisfactorily here,
I think youll find it a good situation.
- Thank you, milady.
- Come with me, Sally.
Pleasant-looking girl.
I want everything
to be perfect for you, Elizabeth.
It will be.
The house looks wonderful, Julian.
- Theres only one thing that frightens me.
- Whats that?
That room upstairs.
- Here, look after him.
- Thank you, sir.
Sir. Hello.
You doing anything tonight, sir?
What do you got that mask on for?
Hey now, get a hold of him.
Hey, Govnor.
Lm very sorry, gentlemen.
Its perfectly all right.
- Perfectly all right, sir.
- Have you been to a party?
- Looks like hes been to a fancy dress ball.
- Come in and have a drink.
- Thank you, but I really havent time.
- Come along with us.
- Come to Macgregors and have a drink.
- Youre very kind, but I must be going.
- Wait till you see whats going on there.
- Come on.
Youre very kind, but perhaps another time.
See what I mean?
- Sorry, dearie.
- Whats he doing in that hood?
He must be very important to hide his face.
Or very ugly. Or both.
How are you tonight, dearie?
Isnt that Prince whats-his-name?
Can they let him out at night?
- Too proud to show your face?
- Sally?
My name is Heidi.
But for every taste we have a name.
If you want me to be Sally, I will be Sally.
Come with me.
How do you want me?
No, I shouldnt be here.
Of course you should.
Whats the matter with you?
Are you frightened?
You can leave on your mask. I dont mind.
I like you as you are.
That will cost you extra.
Give me the britches, darling.
And the dress. I said extra for the dress.
Thats my wife there, mister, understand?
If youre the Prince of Wales, its gonna
cost you money to get outta here.
And if you are the Prince of Wales,
itll cost you even more.
And he has gold in his pockets
enough to blind you.
Has he now?
Youd better hand it over then.
Who the devil are you?
Come on, Heidi. We might have
a real treasure on our hands here.
Lets see whats behind this mask.
No. You wont get out of here...
...until I see your face.
- Its a bear!
- Its a dancing bear.
- Dance!
- It is a bear!
Dance!
Yes, dance for us.
Dance.
Get off me!
Get him.
Boy! Stop!
Come back here!
Stop him, someone.
Whats the matter with him?
Here, cut it out!
Murder!
Murder!
Bloody murder.
- What kind of a beast did that?
- Lve told you. It was the man...
- I know. The man in the crimson hood.
- Going downstairs?
Away, all of you.
Out of the way. Go on.
- You must know who he was.
- Well, I dont.
And you didnt want to lose
this future customer?
No.
You dont think ld set a loony
straight out of Bedlam on my lady, do you?
Knowing you, Harry, ld say yes.
But well find out, wont we?
If anybody knows anything,
bring them along.
Very good, Mr. Hawthorne, sir.
You say this hooded figure had money.
So Heidi told me.
Which you were both going to
relieve him of?
No, we werent.
No. You wouldnt do
anything like that, would you?
No, of course not.
- Would you say he was of the gentry?
- I dont know. He never talked to me.
Excuse me, sir. Take a look at this.
A cloak with blood on it.
- Hey, thats his cloak.
- Thats his, all right!
- And he was wearing this cloak?
- Yes.
J. N.
- I wonder.
- What?
If theres anything underneath that tape.
E. P. Higgs.
Tailor.
Langford.
There we are. Now you take those
and come back to see me in two days.
- Good bye.
- Bye, Doctor.
Hope you feel better soon.
- Dr. Neuhartt?
- Yes?
Lm a Crown Officer from London.
I want to speak to you.
Very well. Wont you come in?
These are your initials, Doctor,
and this is your cloak.
The tailor who made it told us so.
Yes, they are mine.
Why, thats blood.
Blood of a tart in London
who got her throat cut.
- Throat cut?
- By someone wearing that cloak.
I dont understand.
Dr. Neuhartt,
I must ask you some questions.
Where were you last night?
I was at the house of Mr. Jenkins,
the local magistrate. I was dining there.
He will confirm that.
Could you possibly explain how your cloak
came to be worn in London?
Why, no, I cant. I lost it.
I must have left it somewhere.
Where?
If I knew that, Mr. Hawthorne,
I wouldnt have lost it, would I?
I suggest you obtain confirmation of
my presence in Langford last night...
...and continue your investigations
in London and take these with you.
- Good day to you.
- Thank you, Doctor. Good day.
- What did you tell them?
- I told them nothing.
You killed that woman, didnt you?
Thats an interesting group
you have up there.
Thank you, Julian.
Thats a fine composition.
I have a great deal of work
to do on that yet.
Here is a portrait that I just finished
for Lord Wallace.
Ld suggest the same size
for Lady Elizabeth.
A different style, of course,
for her entrancing beauty.
Julian, here are some more things
I think you might be interested in.
- Thats a wonderful landscape.
- I think I can really be pleased with that.
You see this strong line coming
from left to right, right across the picture.
- Another line...
- Who is that a portrait of?
Lts just a sketch I did from memory.
From memory?
Yes, some unknown man
my dog found dead in the river.
Now this other strong line
coming from top...
- Julian?
- Yes.
You dont know who it is, do you?
Quite a shock it was.
It just caught my eye.
Yes, its quite an interesting face.
One plummets the depths for answers.
Only the customs...
Would you sell it?
Sell it? My dear Julian,
you can have it for nothing.
- Mysteries just disturb me.
- Thats very kind of you, thank you.
Now for this forest picture,
I tried to get the feeling of the forest...
But lm afraid lm going to have
to be running along now.
We can work out the sittings later on.
Thank you so much, lve really enjoyed...
You and Norton threw that body
into the river. Why?
- Thats rubbish! Who says that?
- I do.
Because its now in the hands
of a parish magistrate.
There was nothing on the body
to say who it was.
Except that it had been viewed earlier
by the people of my village...
...as the body of my late brother.
And not only that.
The man who found it was an artist.
He made a sketch. Look.
Fortunately, I managed to get hold of it.
Why didnt you put the body
back where it came from?
- Because it was too risky.
- Why?
Because it was. Thats why.
Trench...
...how did that man die?
- What are you so inquisitive about...
- What grave did it come from?
- Whats this all about?
- You heard what I said. Answer me.
What are you hiding?
- Lve got enough troubles of me own!
- Lm not hiding anything, man.
Theres something going on
I dont like the sound of.
If its as important as that
for you to know...
...then itd be far more important for me
not to tell you. And lm not going to!
And another thing. After this,
therell be no more dealings with me.
Youve become far too nosy.
In my business,
thats taking too much of a risk.
- Weller...
- Good day, Doctor.
After Edward was free,
what happened then?
Nothing.
You locked him up, you nailed him down.
- Our plan didnt work.
- Go on.
Rescue was out of the question.
My God, Trench,
do you know what that means?
It means that my brother was buried alive!
Lts all gone.
Lll go and get some more.
You havent been looking for me,
have you, Trench?
And we did have a bargain.
My God.
Sir Edward.
- I thought youd been...
- Buried?
Yes.
Waking up in that horrible oblong box.
No air to breathe.
Trapped and no escape.
The earth raining down on the lid.
Every shovelful burying you more deeply.
No, Sir Edward. Julian...
Julian is to blame. I can explain.
All I want is that witch doctor!
That was the bargain, after all.
The Starbuck Inn.
Shoreham.
Shoreham.
Trench. Why Shoreham?
He was waiting...
...for a ship.
Waiting? Why not waiting for me?
Are you the man I made my medicine for?
Yes.
It worked only too well.
Tell me.
Have you seen a face like mine before?
Once.
I want to know. Can you help me?
Yes. For gold.
Sit down.
Do you know what happened in Africa?
Why they did this to me?
I must know.
You are riding through the plantation.
A white king amongst his black slaves...
...who are too ignorant to know
that you are an enemy.
No.
No!
I dont understand.
I know it wasnt me.
You are the man they call Markham?
It is also the name of my brother.
Markham.
You changed nothing! Lts still the same!
Youve got to help me, Doctor.
Youve got to give me something
to keep me going until the morning.
Very well, come with me.
- Whats amusing you?
- It seems you started a fad, my dear...
...when you claimed that you saw
a man with a crimson hood.
I did see him, you know I did!
Everybodys seeing him now.
Theres a story here about a man...
...in a crimson hood who murdered
a woman in London. He slit her throat.
- What is it, Sally?
- I cant believe it!
- What?
- That hed do such a terrible thing!
Sally, have you seen
a man in a crimson hood?
Theres a man staying with
Dr. Neuhartt who wears a hood like that.
- A man who wears a hood.
- I promised not to tell anyone!
Dr. Neuhartt. Yes, of course.
Elizabeth, forgive me,
lm going out for a little while.
Look after Sally.
Ruddock.
If you dont keep off your feet,
youll be dead in the morning.
Thats all the time in the world
for what I have to do.
- More debts?
- The final debts.
And more blood?
First I want the reasons, Doctor,
then perhaps the blood.
Blood will have blood, so they say.
Cant you understand?
You know whats been done to me.
Wouldnt you want the truth
and then your revenge?
How do you expect me
to know how you feel?
Here, drink this.
What is this?
Lts what you wanted. Something
to keep you on your feet until the morning.
Or something to put me
back in the grave for eternity!
Why dont you sit down, my dear.
You look very pale.
I feel a lot better now.
I think we could both do
with a little brandy.
No, lll get it.
Hello? Anyone there? Open up!
Hello?
Who did this?
He attacked...
A man in a crimson hood?
Where did he come from?
He was still warm
and straight from the grave. Was that it?
Where did he go? I must find him.
Markham Manor.
Markham.
- No!
- Sally...
- You have to help me!
- Youre a murderer!
- You dont understand anything!
- Please dont kill me!
- I must find Julian. Where is he?
- Hes not here!
Youre lying!
Elizabeth. What happened?
It was Sally.
She was here just a moment ago.
- Sally?
- Look!
- Its Edward.
- Edward?
Yes. I cant explain it now.
Lm going out. You stay here, Elizabeth.
- Julian!
- Please, stay here!
Edward.
Edward, stop!
Why, Julian?
Edward, stop! Let me explain!
Why, Julian?
Edward, it was an accident.
You!
- This should have been you!
- Yes, I know!
They were looking for a Markham
to pay back their debts.
They found their Markham,
but they took you and not me.
There was nothing I could do.
It was too late.
Its not too late, Julian.
Let them have both of us!
This is the one you wanted.
- Edward Markham?
- Yes.
Go now.
Markham.
Where is Sir Julian?
I think he went
to the top of the house, madam.
Julian, what is it?
Nothing.
- This is Edwards room, isnt it?
- No, Elizabeth.
This is my room.