Gaslight

Synopsis: Twenty years ago, old Mrs. Barlow was killed in her home at 12, Pimlico Square for her priceless rubies. The murderer searched the whole house without finding them, then disappeared. The house has been empty since then, but now Paul and Bella Mallen move into the apartment. Bella Mallen suffers from forgetfulness and nervousness - at least that is what her husband tells her. An elderly horse wrangler, B.G. Rough worked as a policeman twenty years ago and still remembers the unsolved case. He notices that Mr. Mallen looks just like Louis Barre, Mrs. Barlow's nephew. And why does Mr. Mallen mysteriously leave every night just to go into the apartment next door, no. 14?
Genre: Thriller
Director(s): Thorold Dickinson
Production: WARNER BROTHERS PICTURES
 
IMDB:
7.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
NOT RATED
Year:
1940
84 min
371 Views


Help!

Help! Police!

Help!

Don't see no one

taking that house yet awhile.

Nor me.

Blimey, it works.

Nancy, hurry. Hurry!

They're coming along now.

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

of the house he lives in.

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.

I believe I'm going to be

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.

Yes. Where have you hidden it

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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