Murder!
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- 1930
- 92 min
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People ought to be
ashamed of themselves.
Kicking up
all that racket
at this time of night.
What is it?
Is it a fire?
Well, why can't they
knock quietly?
Oh, blast it.
We never...
It's about
3 doors down.
That's where
Diana Baring is staying.
There's a policeman
coming over I think.
Well, just coming
around the corner.
Well, that's funny.
I could've sworn.
No, you're right.
Look. There he is.
Coming down the side
of the road.
That's
Druce knocking.
Looks as though
he's tight again.
Here. Here.
Where's my shoes?
I better get down.
Aye. I'm on my way.
What, at this
time of night?
My wife Edna!
...with Diana Baring.
She's a--
yeah, wait for me.
I'm coming.
I gotta go see what's
the matter with Druce.
Say, what's the matter,
mr. Druce? Anything wrong?
Will you please
take this man away?
Come along now, Druce,
there's a good fellow.
Druce:
No. Stop it.Open this door,
will you?!
Open this door!
Hold on.
One second.
Open the door.
Let go. Now,
wait a minute now.
I can't wait to see
what's going to happen.
Open the door
for the love of god!
Open the door,
for god's sake.
One of you run
down to the station
and ask the inspector
to come along.
Tell him it's serious.
Is this woman
a lodger of yours?
No, but miss Baring is.
And she had mrs. Druce
to supper with her tonight.
As a matter of fact,
it was about--
well, you see,
mr. constable,
I mean were
that's playing at the theatre
royale this week.
And as I was leaving
the theatre,
you see I'm
the stage manager,
and mr. Druce here,
he's the general manager.
Well, you see, when I left
the theatre tonight,
I was invited
to join them.
Wait. Wait a minute,
wait a minute.
One at a time, please.
They killed
you, Edna.
They killed you.
Tell me, darling.
Who, darling?
Did she do it?
You always
hated Edna.
Thought yourself
too good for us...
With your high and
mighty ladylike ways.
Now, pull yourself
together.
Ohh! Leave me alone.
Is there any
brandy in the house?
You'll find some brandy
in the flask on the table.
I was just giving
some to Edna when...
When...
I can't think.
I can't remember.
Well, there's none
there. It's empty.
I'll run back
and fetch some.
Perhaps you'd like
a cup of tea, dear.
It'll warm you up.
I'll go and make it.
I'll give you
a hand, dear.
Shall I light
this gas, dear?
Please, dear.
It only wants
a drop more in it.
Light the stove,
will you, dear?
I, uh...
I suppose mrs. Druce
really is dead,
you know, uh...
You know, Diana
never did get on well
with poor Edna Druce,
and I know for a fact
that they hadn't
been on speaking terms
for the last 7 weeks.
Miss Diana said
nothing to me about it.
Well, it's a fact. You
can take it from me.
I don't believe
she could have done it,
though there's no denying
she is headstrong.
I should say so.
Why, she gave
in her notice
the other day
over Edna.
Who, miss Diana?
Yes, but, uh...
Druce didn't want
to lose her,
so Edna would've
been glad enough
to see her go.
Then suddenly...
Suddenly, last night,
she changed,
asked if they
could make it up.
Diana was puzzled
but asked her
home to supper.
Now, I can't
help feeling now
that she had
some reason
for getting
Diana here alone.
Of course,
perhaps it's been...
Hot stuff like she is,
she thought
one of her men
was getting too keen
on Diana Baring
and wanted her
out of the way.
What kind of tea
did you use, dear?
Oh, my dear, I've tried
so many kinds,
I don't really remember
which this is.
I'll get the door, right?
Open the door, yes,
if you don't mind.
Here. I say,
I've just made tea.
That's all right, ma.
We'll get some down
at the station.
Third act
beginners, please.
Your call,
miss Baring.
That's
miss Baring's understudy.
There you are, see?
Going on now.
You are
answering the door?
Answer the door?
Of course.
Well, I don't know
where we shall go.
Oh, Tom. Tom.
to have a word with you.
This is mr. Tom Druid,
inspector.
It's about the
murder, mr. Drake.
Now, there are
one or two points
I suppose you didn't
happen to see
mrs. Druce
and miss Baring
leave the theatre
together last night.
Yes, I did.
As a matter of fact,
I remarked to Fane, our
leading man, about it.
He saw them,
as well, you know.
Why? Is it very unusual?
Unusual? I should say so.
It's an absolute miracle.
As I was saying to my wife,
I said, "Annie, we met--"
hold on, old boy. My cue.
Say, which of
the 2 women is this?
Mrs. Druid?
Oh. Ha ha ha.
You're unlucky this time,
inspector.
This is Handell Fane,
100% he-woman.
mr. Fane's
our leading man.
I assure you,
inspector,
I'm not
the other woman
in the case.
I know that, mr. Fane,
but I understand you saw
the 2 women together
last night.
Yes, just before
I left the theatre,
then I went straight
to my rooms.
Yes. Well, Ion Stewart
came with me.
He came and he wanted to
borrow some cigarettes.
He'd lost his case
or something,
and then I went
straight to bed.
Say, excuse me, I'm on.
Reginald, darling,
has that cat gone yet?
Ooh, it's you,
cousin Yettie.
Don't you dare to try
to run away from me.
Come here when
I speak to you.
No, no, you don't.
That's the bathroom.
Come here,
or are you afraid
of a poor, weak woman?
He promised
to meet, dear.
Say, who's that man?
Oh, that's
our heavy lead.
Ion Stewart.
Very sound actor.
Is he married?
How did he get on
with the prisoner?
Excuse me, inspector.
Say, how
did he get on
with the prisoner
miss Baring?
So-so, you know?
Was he popular
with the ladies?
You talking
about the jerk?
He's a bit too popular
if you ask me.
Please, if you could
call her a lady.
Shh. Now,
Doucie, remember,
she's only just dead.
Oh, all right,
all right.
that telling the truth
was a disgrace.
Only been one year
about Edna
and Stewart anyhow.
And the way I take it,
mr. Stewart
and mrs. Druce...
Excuse me. My line.
Oh! Don't bother
to show me through.
I know my way.
This is not the first
time, Reginald.
Everything's
going splendid.
Well, perhaps
I ought not to say
Edna and Stewart
like that.
But, Ted, you know
what Edna was like,
anyone she liked
had to be wrote in.
I can't wait
any longer.
Quick! In here!
Excuse me
a minute, inspector.
Shan't be long.
There's a quick change.
How do you do?
No, I'm sorry.
He's not here.
What have
they done with her?
Why, she's down at
the station, I expect.
Did she say anything,
do you know?
Is there anything
I can do?
Markham, you don't
really think
she's done it, do you?
Why have
they arrested her?
Saw it with me own eyes.
She was with the poker
in her hand
just by her side anyway.
Blood. Covered with blood.
Why, what's
the matter with you?
Blood always makes
me feel sick,
even the mention
of it.
Well, that's all right.
Here's your helmet.
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