Man in the Attic
You clatter like a horse.
You'll not steal up
on any Jack the Ripper...
thunderin' through
the streets like that.
Three thousand men
called out...
all wearin' rubber slips on their boots-
except the Yorkshiremen.
And one Yorkshireman's
worth the lot of you.
Never mind me boots.
They'd be better off
giving us guns...
not yawpin' about rubber soles.
And what do we do with this...
against a cunning devil
with a long, sharp knife?
- An Irishman knows what to do with that.
- You go now, Katy.
Now go home, and don't come back here
tlll you learn how to behave yourself.
- I won't go home.
- I've warned you, Katy, 100 times if I've said it once.
Let go of me.
I'll go when I'm ready and not before.
- Let go of me!
- Now, come now.
- Is that any way to be acting?
- Now, just gentle like.
Easy and gentle, if you please.
Three strong men, it takes-
Three men to keep one poor woman
Now, you'll be feelin' fine
after a little sleep. Come on.
I'm feeling fine now, you great ape.
You've got a quick eye, miss.
He is a bit like an ape.
- Here, you for home. You've had enough.
- Now look here.
I will drink till I float if I want to...
- and no one is going to stop me.
- I might-
Here, let me handle this.
You see, miss, it's our duty to protect you
from Jack the Ripper.
I don't think you mind
a bit of protection...
from a fiend like that, do ya?
You know...
I will be honored...
to have a stalwart
and polite constable such as you...
take me home.
I live... just around the corner.
Just around the corner.
You know, it's a rare thing...
to find a constable
with such lovely manners.
Yorkshire gallantry, ma'am.
Well, here it is.
And-And-And thank you kindly.
It's our pleasure, ma'am.
Sleep well.
Thank you. Good night.
Good night.
Bah. Rot. Rot!
This fellow George Bernard Shaw
should be shipped back to Ireland posthaste.
- What did you say, dear?
- I was talking to the dog.
About what, dear?
should be sent back to Ireland.
Why? What did he say
that you don't like?
He said if a duchess
went down to Whitechapel...
and got slaughtered
by Jack the Ripper...
something would be done to protect
the lives of the poor women who live there.
- Well, it's true, isn't it?
- In the first place, it's not true.
The second, I was talking to my dog.
Very well, but I think at least
you should tell him both sides.
That's ridiculous.
Now who could that be,
this time of night?
I'm sure if you think carefully,
you will discover a way of finding out.
William.
I feel something.
- Helen.
- Well, I do.
Good evening.
Do you have rooms to let?
I saw your advertisement...
and the estate agents
gave me this order to view.
You must forgive me for coming so late.
I was working.
Oh, yes, of course.
We do have rooms.
Please come in.
- I'm Mrs. Harley.
- My name is Slade.
- Well, Helen, who Is It?
- My husband, Mr. Harley.
This is Mr. Slade, dear.
He's come to see the rooms.
Yes. How do you do?
That's odd, you know.
He never does that with strangers.
May I see the rooms, Mrs. Harley?
Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Slade.
If you'll just come upstairs-
Here we are.
I'm awfully glad
I dusted In here today.
I had a feeling someone might come.
I'm sure you'd be
very comfortable here.
Uh, this is the bedroom.
These are the only rooms
you have, Mrs. Harley?
I could let you have them
quite reasonably.
There Isn't anything else,
except the attic, of course.
The attic?
Please let me see it.
It's really very small, you know.
I would like very much to see it.
Do you like those?
They're old-time actresses.
Quaint, aren't they?
As you see,
it isn't very nice.
Excellent. This is excellent.
Exactly what I need, madam.
You see, I am a pathologist.
I need a place to study
and do a little experimental work...
where I won't be interrupted.
I'd take the other rooms
as well, of course.
I would live downstairs
and work up here.
- Would that be all right with you?
- Yes, of course.
This will be most useful.
I suppose a scientist's experiments always
seem mysterious to other people.
I assure you,
I won't be doing anything dangerous.
That's good.
May I take the rooms tonight?
Yes. Uh, but the terms-
Would five pounds a month
be acceptable?
- Aye, well, now, that's more than adequate.
- Done.
You're our first
paylng guest, Mr. Slade.
You see, we've come upon
a period of hard times.
So you must now let rooms?
Yes. Mr. Harley suffered
business reverses...
and with nothing to do,
he's become so nervous and restless.
If at times he seems
- you will understand, won't you?
- Of course I will.
I believe I should
pay you now, Mrs. Harley.
My habits are irregular,
I'm afraid.
I often need to be out
late at night.
But I will be very quiet.
If you'll just regard me
as a lodger, not as a guest...
you'll-you'll hardly know
I'm in the house.
- A month in advance.
- Oh, you are thoughtful, Mr. Slade.
I'm so pleased
it was you who came.
Are you?
Well, that's very kind.
The maid will get your meals
whenever you want them.
- You have a maid?
- Yes.
This happens to be
her night out.
But I can get you
some dinner, if you'd like.
Yes.
This is a beautiful old Bible.
Yes. It belonged
to my grandmother.
I hope you'll not take it away.
I should like to have it here.
It comforts me.
The Rlpper agaln! Murder In Whitechapel.
- Murder. Another Rlpper murder.
- Another one.
- Another murder.
- Another one of those horrible Jack the Ripper murders.
Why can't the police stop them?
"Jack the Ripper."
What a revolting, stupid name.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Harley. The-
The whole thing
is repugnant to me.
If you'll excuse me,
I'll get your dinner now.
Murder. Evening Standard. Echo.
The Ripper again.
Murder In Whitechapel.
Murder. Another Rlpper murder.
Another murder.
Evening Standard.
Echo.
- Oh, it's you.
- Oh, you heard?
- Yes. Another murder.
- The fourth. All the same.
He cuts their throats and then uses his knife
like a doctor who's gone mad.
The papers daren't print
all the details. Too gruesome.
- Want to read it?
- Uh, no, thank you.
William,
Mr. Slade took the room.
- Mm-hmm.
- And the attic too.
- He's taklng them as of now.
- I say, that's a bit quick, isn't it?
He won't be any trouble
to us at all.
Don't like renting out
bits and pieces of my own home.
Can't have any privacy.
Besides, we need the money.
I suppose you want me
to go up and make a show of hospitality.
No. Tomorrow will do, dear,
but if you're finished with the paper...
let me take it up to Mr. Slade
with his dinner.
Finished with it?
I just got it.
There, you see?
It's beginning-
- Well, now. Where's that dog?
- I think I saw him go upstairs.
Look, that fellow is not
going to have my dog too, is he?
These pictures-
Their eyes follow you wherever you move.
They watch.
They get on my nerves.
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