Gaslight
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- Year:
- 1940
- 84 min
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Help!
Help! Police!
Help!
Don't see no one
taking that house yet awhile.
Nor me.
Blimey, it works.
Nancy, hurry. Hurry!
I saw the cab down the square.
Go on. Give me the duster.
- Good afternoon, Nancy.
- Good afternoon, ma'am.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon.
What a beautiful voice he has,
hasn't he?
Those are the Mallens
from Number 12.
- Yes. I thought we might call on them.
- Not in London. It wouldn't be correct.
- Oh, but...
- My dear, I said no.
Only two maids.
- I hear he's a foreigner.
- But he looks most respectable.
Come on, Cobb.
All right behind?
- Seen Mr Rough, John?
- Over there, with Hannibal.
Excuse me, sir, the message from the vet
about the mare. He says...
You all right, sir?
- I've seen a ghost, Cobb.
- What, here, sir?
The ghost of a man out of my past.
Oh, you mean when you were
in the police force, sir.
Most of my ghosts are criminals,
but this one wasn't.
I know the story
I was on a case there once,
when I was a young peeler.
Louis Bauer!
The nephew of old Alice Barlow
that was murdered 20 years ago.
Louis Bauer.
A foreigner he was,
and very cut up, I remember.
Funny he should come back to 12
Pimlico Square after all these years.
12 Pimlico Square
is Mr Mallen's house, sir.
Nonsense. Louis Bauer.
Right face, right house.
- No, you're wrong, sir.
- Impossible.
What do you know about it, anyway?
It's the parlour maid, sir.
You see, she's a friend of mine.
The family's name is Mallen.
- And they live at Number 12?
- Yes, sir.
Leastways, part of it.
Nancy says they don't use
the top two storeys.
A bit queer, Nancy says.
It means less dusting for her, though.
Mrs Mallen's queer, too.
Queer, is she? Mm...
In what way?
Well, she's sort of odd in her mind.
She does strange things.
Nancy says Mr Mallen gets very upset.
He goes out every night.
- It's a very queer place.
- Yes, it does sound queer.
I want you to see
as much of her as you can.
- What, the mare, sir?
- No, no, your Nancy.
Oh, she's not mine. I'm only one
of the pebbles on the beach.
Well, you play up to her.
I want to know everything that goes on.
very interested in Number 12.
A dirty evening for a stroll, sir.
There's a lot of dirty
things in London.
- Bella, what are you doing?
- Nothing, Paul. Don't wake up.
- What are you doing, Bella?
- I thought I heard the muffin man.
Then why didn't you ring for Nancy
to find out?
- It would mean two journeys for her...
- Ring for Nancy, Bella.
What do you suppose
the servants are for?
To serve us, I suppose, dear.
Nancy, I rang. The muffin man.
Oh, I thought you rang for tea, ma'am.
I was just bringing it up.
Then it's too late for muffins.
Not at all, my dear, not at all.
Nancy, spread the cloth,
then lay the tea things,
go down and get the muffins,
cook the muffins,
and bring up the muffins.
You see, my dear,
it's all quite simple.
- Light the gas, Nancy.
- Yes, sir.
You're looking very impudent
and pretty tonight, Nancy.
- More broken hearts?
- I don't know, I'm sure, sir.
Where do you get
the colour for your cheeks, Nancy?
Could you not give the recipe
to Mrs Mallen?
Oh no, sir. I'm natural.
- Will that be all you're wanting, sir?
- Yes, Nancy. That'll do for the present.
Paul, as though I'd do anything to my
face, or ask for her assistance if I did.
Oh, Bella,
I was only trifling with her.
It's so humiliating for me.
- That girl laughs at me enough, as it is.
- Nonsense, Bella.
You know perfectly well
how you imagine things.
Don't say that.
I have been better
the last two weeks, haven't I?
- What do you mean?
- You know very well what I mean.
I've been trying so hard,
and I have been better
because you've been kind to me.
I'll be perfectly all right, if only
you'll be patient and gentle with me.
Of course, my dear, of course.
- Shall I stay in this evening?
- Would you?
Mm-hmm.
- What shall we do?
- Tea first.
And then I'll play for you.
We'll have an evening
just like we used to.
Oh, Bella!
What is it?
I've just noticed something.
If you put it right while I'm not looking,
I will say no more about it.
What's the matter?
I don't understand.
Paul, don't turn your back on me.
Look on the wall behind you.
The picture, it's gone again.
this time?
I didn't take it. Why should I take it?
It's no use to me.
Why should you take other things?
Pencils, knives...
Paul, don't.
Bella, where's the picture?
I didn't take it, I swear I didn't.
Come. Get the picture.
I'd know if I touched it.
I'd remember.
I've been better lately.
You've missed nothing for days.
Two weeks, I've been well.
I've had no headaches, no dreams.
Why should I take the...?
So you did know where it was.
I promise you, I didn't.
I supposed it was here
because it was found here twice before.
- Why do you persist in lying to me, Bella?
- It's the truth.
Bella, if you're not lying,
there's only one alternative.
You're losing your wits!
You promised
you'd never say that to me again.
No control even of your hands.
- You'd better go to your room.
- No, no, not my room.
I can't bear to be alone.
Oh, God, help me.
God help you, indeed.
I'm going to appeal to you, Paul.
Please...
Please don't be angry with me.
I've never lied knowingly to you.
If I took the picture,
or your ring, or your pencil, I...
I didn't know.
You must bear with me, Paul.
I don't know how much longer
I can keep my patience.
- Eavesdropping, Nancy?
- No, sir.
I didn't hear anything.
I was just carrying the muffins...
Your mistress is
a very unusual woman.
Quite strange, you know.
You mustn't let things you hear
and see in this house upset you.
You are a young girl.
Inexperienced.
You are inexperienced, aren't you?
It depends how you mean, sir.
Thank you, Nancy.
Tillie, don't.
You know he doesn't like it.
Isn't it a lovely day, Paul?
Look at the sunshine out in the square.
- Where's my letter?
- What letter?
I haven't had one for such a long time.
I do hope it's from Cousin Vincent.
- It isn't here.
- Why should there be a letter for you?
Nancy told me there was one.
- Oh, Bella.
- Oh, she did. She did, Paul.
You've been through them yourself, dear.
You see they're all addressed to me.
I had so hoped...
There must be a letter, Paul.
Nine o'clock.
Good morning, ma'am.
Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Elizabeth.
The dog, Bella.
I'm sorry, Tillie.
It won't be for long.
I will read from the 127th Psalm.
"Except the Lord build the house..."
"...but they speak with their enemies
in the gate."
Let us pray.
Pimlico Square, I was after.
Number 14 is the only empty house
in the square, I'm afraid.
We are the sole agents.
- My pipe worrying you?
- Not at all.
Faces south.
A little alley runs along the back.
Nothing to block out the light.
But we'll have some difficulty,
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