![Find The Belles of St. Trinian's on Amazon](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMWE3OGY2OGMtMTA1MC00NDk3LWEzOGUtNzg2NTk5NWRiZjA5XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjI4MjA5MzA@._V1_SX300.jpg)
The Belles of St. Trinian's Page #6
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1954
- 91 min
- 826 Views
I've never seen
such an... an exhibition of savagery!
I shall stop it at once!
I did warn her.
Wonderful!
I must congratulate you
on a thoroughly sterling performance.
Now Arabella, as Captain,
with the Markham Challenge trophy.
Ah, a token presentation,
of course, Arabella,
into safe custody.
All right! All right! I'll tell!
Let me off this thing!
Full astern, Maudie.
Bella and her gang
Steal him?
The stableboy is helping them.
We can't let them get away with this.
If Arab Boy doesn't run, we'll lose money.
We'll have to hurry up.
Got the rope?
They'll miss me in a minute.
- Don't panic! Lie down!
- You've got your story?
Yes. Thugs. I never saw them before.
They tripped me with a wire.
- Got the mallet, Amanda?
- Mallet? What for?
We want to make it look good
for your sake.
- You're not going to hit me! No!
- Amanda's doing it.
- Oh, don't worry!
- Is he out?
Mm-hm. Yep. OK, Bella.
Be there in 20 minutes.
If it's stop press now,
it'll be headlines in the morning.
I'm nervous, Benny.
- We get 60,000 if it comes off.
- And three years if it doesn't.
- Do you have to make jokes like that?
- I wasn't joking.
It must have taken him a couple of hours
to get the horse to his place.
Sam, I told you
not to come near this office!
Something's gone wrong, gov. We went...
I've got a couple of tickets
on the eight o'clock plane to Paris!
We haven't got the horse! When we got
to the stables, it wasn't there.
That's right. We looked in the right box
and the other boxes. No such animal.
You didn't seen anything
when you were dragged from the horse?
I just caught a glimpse
of a man's mackintosh, sir.
I see. What kind of a mackintosh?
An old grey one, sir.
I don't remember any more.
All right. That'll do for now.
I shall want to see you again later.
- Bring in Fred Smith, Constable.
- Hey, Smith...
How long has that lad been with you?
About a year.
He handles the horses well enough.
What do you make of him, Doctor?
Nothing fake about the way he was
knocked out. Looked like a mallet blow.
He certainly didn't do it himself!
I just want
to ask you one question, Smith.
You were out on the downs at exercise
with Faning. See anyone around?
Well, nobody, sir.
Faning dropped back on Arab Boy.
When I looked around,
there was no sign of them or anyone else,
except a bunch of girls in the distance.
Out riding from some school
called St Trinian's.
Oh, no.
Sammy, it's me, but I was in bed.
'Course I'm working!
I'm in the sunny, Sammy.
Well, I got hit on the head with a mallet.
You, too? What happened?
At the hockey match.
Haven't you had my report?
I haven't had a line from you.
Look, I'm on a whale of a case.
A racehorse has been stolen.
The Sultan of Makyad's Arab Boy
entered for the Gold Cup tomorrow.
Some of the St Trinian's girls
were seen riding
near the spot
where the horse disappeared.
Find out what they were doing.
Oh, I say! How jolly pulse-throbbing!
I wonder what they're up to!
Yes, of course I'm going
to try and find out, Sammy.
No need to be so beastly.
I say, Sammy, I know this is
a frightfully important job,
you know, for you and for me.
If I sort of, well, you know, if I did
pull it off, could it be wedding bells?
If you don't, it'll be curtains!
Oh, Sammy.
You know, Albertina, if anyone
had said this would happen to me,
a jolly old school inspector strolling
with a smashing French mistress...
- You make me laugh, Robbie!
- Do I?
I suppose I do seem rather English to you
at times, Albertina, old scout.
Only funny English, Robby.
Yes, I'm sorry.
It's the Ministry of the Ed, you know.
It's difficult to get the blood pounding
uncontrollably after 14 years at a desk
with only the odd day trip to Boulogne
to give a chap a whiff
of the joie de vivre.
I love you for it, Robby.
By Jove! Do you really?
Well, come in here
and... have a Guinness.
- The drinks are over here.
- Aren't you going to turn on the lights?
- Oh. Do you want me to?
- Not if you don't want to.
I thought we might have a couple
of boissons dans le noir sur le sofa.
- Do you love me, Robby?
- Et comment!
- What was that?
- What was what?
Robbie!
Something's breathing down my neck!
By Jove! A horse!
In here! Ridiculous!
What the blazes is all this?
Psst! Old Woodley's coming
through the woods with Amanda.
Get that nag out. Is she gets her peepers
on it, Bella will know in a flash.
- But where are we going to take him.
- Never mind. Let's get him out first!
Don't say a word
to Amanda about this, will you?
- Why not?
- Because he's got to win tomorrow.
I don't get the hang of this.
Why should we keep quiet?
- Shall I fix him?
- OK, Flash.
What? But...
What... what are you doing?
Well, I'm hanged!
Hello? Mr Alf, the bookmaker?
This is Miss Fritton
of St Trinian's speaking.
I've just read in the paper that Arab Boy
has disappeared.
"Bad luck" is not the word for it, Mr Alf.
I was positively counting
on collecting 4,000 from you. Yes.
Well, know, look, Mr Alf,
if the horse doesn't turn up,
would you please be good enough
to return me my 400
to reach me by Friday morning?
You see, I... What?
I don't quite follow you, Mr Alf.
I don't get what back?
Now, please, please.
Don't be absurd, my good man.
If I go into a telephone booth
and make a call
and the horse or the person
I'm calling is not there,
well, I simply press button "B"
and I get...
Haven't you read our rules?
Rules? Rules?
But I'm not interested in your rules.
I want my money back!
Well, you better start looking
for the horse yourself.
to go looking for a horse?
Mr Alf?
Operator? Operator? Op...
May I speak to you, Miss Fritton?
- Not just now, Miss Crawley.
- I must!
- I beg your pardon?
- There's something I've got to ask you.
Could you tell me, please,
which girls went riding?
This is neither the place nor the time.
If you...
Why?
Some of the girls were on the downs
when a racehorse disappeared.
- Well?
- Well, they might have seen something.
And if they did?
to help the police.
I mean, Guide's honour.
We're all Girl Guides, aren't we?
Are we? Some of us may have aspired
beyond that happy state, Miss Crawley.
The girls are in bed
and I'm not going to disturb them
to satisfy your morbid curiosity.
- Yes, but I-
- Will you return to what concerns you?
- But it does concern-
- Yes, Miss Crawley?
- Nothing, Miss Fritton.
- Hm.
Girls, girls, you know perfectly well
that pets are not allowed in dormitories
and under the same rule, Mr Harry,
I doubt if you should be here either.
Am I right in thinking
that this animal is Arab Boy?
- Yes, Miss Fritton.
- Harry...
Now, tell me the truth, Harry,
have you had anything to do with this?
- Me? Oh, lady!
- I'm glad, Harry.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Belles of St. Trinian's" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 30 Aug. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_belles_of_st._trinian's_19751>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In