The Black Castle
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- Year:
- 1952
- 82 min
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[Thunderclaps]
[Thunderclaps Continue]
[Wind Howling]
[Thunderclaps In Distance]
[Wolf Howls]
[Wolf Howls]
[Howling Continues]
[Rock Hits Gate]
[Howls, Stops]
[Exhales]
That's better.
We need no wolf to remind us
that death is near, eh, Koppich?
Well, let's get on with our work.
Meself, I could do with a beer
a big one.
Come on!
Give a hand here.
[Lid Sliding Against Wood]
Don't like his eyes
staring up at me like that.
Why didn't they close them?
It's customary.
It's almost as if he were alive.
[Thinking]
Alive? Of course I'm alive!
Fender Fender, help me!
You've got to help me!
I'm not dead!
The woman looks dead enough.
Eh. Even with her eyes closed,
she's a pretty thing.
She was always nice to me
not like the count.
[Thinking Continues]
Fender. Fender.!
Can't you see what he's doing to us?
He's burying us alive!
Please, Fender.
You're the only one who can save us.
You're our only hope now.
I warned him
even before we got here.
He wouldn't listen to me.
Who listens to servants?
Fender. Fender!
You've got to help me
before it's too late.
[Narrating]
yet now it seems like years.
I came to Vienna to see Sir David Latham
the English minister at the court
of Emperor Charles VI.
Sir Ronald Burton.
Well, what news, Sir David?
Well, our request was granted.
I have the invitation
that you wanted.
Good.
From now on, you'll be known
as Richard Beckett.
However I must warn you that
Oh, Shroeder, Trenck,
you will wait outside.
So, I'm going to hunt on the estate
of the famous Count von Bruno, eh?
Oh, I must say that you're treating this
as somewhat of a lark.
[Door Closes]
You don't seem to realize the danger
you're letting yourself in for
if he discovered your true identity.
I'm quite aware of the danger, sir.
Then why don't you give up
this mad adventure?
Give it up? You call it a "mad adventure"
to try to find out what happened
to my two closest friends
men who would both gladly
have risked their necks for me
if I were in danger?
No, Sir David.
I believe that von Bruno killed them
out of revenge for what happened in Africa.
I'm going to try and learn the truth or
Die in the attempt, eh?
Look here, my boy.
You helped England establish
a rich ivory empire in West Africa.
England's very grateful.
We'd hate to lose you.
I'm sorry, Sir David,
but I must go through with it.
But you haven't an ounce of proof
that von Bruno had anything to do with it.
No?
Then let me remind you that the last letter
I had from Sterling and Brown was sent
from an inn called The Green Man. Now
Now that's in a town right here
in the middle of von Bruno's
province in the Black Forest.
And I never heard
from either of them after that.
You understand in this country
that the Crown has no jurisdiction
to give you any help?
You'll be entirely
on your own.
I understand that.
Von Bruno is his own law.
I can assure you there'll be
no justice done, unless you can present
some proof of his guilt to the emperor.
I'll give him that proof.
[Wheels Bump, Carriage Clatters]
Oh, so s-sorry, sir. I
I must have dozed off.
That's all right, Romley.
You might as well get some rest.
It's a beastly night.
It's quite a change
after Africa, sir.
Yes.
But make sure you forget you've ever even
heard of Africa once we get to the castle.
Oh, of course, Sir Ronald.
What?
I mean, Mr. Beckett.
See that that
doesn't happen again.
Frankly, I'm worried, sir.
If the count did
[Bumps, Clatters]
If the count did do away with your friends,
wouldn't you be the next on his list?
I daresay I would.
That's why I've chosen
to strike first.
He doesn't even know that Ronald Burton
has returned from Africa.
I have that advantage.
If you'll pardon my saying so, sir,
that isn't very much.
We ought to be getting close
to the border by now.
[Driver Shouting
Commands To Horses]
Whoa.
Giddap.
Hyah. Giddap.
I'm courier for
the Count von Bruno, sir.
[Driver] Whoa.
Good. I'm Richard Beckett.
This is my man, Romley.
Hey, you.
Give a hand with the baggage!
You are to transfer
to the count's coach
for the rest of the journey.
Are we far from the castle?
Another day's trip.
We stop overnight
at the halfway point.
The count has already
made arrangements for you.
We're ready, Mr. Beckett.
You, up here with me.
My man rides with me.
But sir, he's a servant.
Nevertheless, he's still a man,
and it's bitter cold out.
I'd extend a like invitation to you,
but unfortunately someone has to drive.
- Where did you say
we're spending the night?
- I didn't say.
It's an inn called The Green Man.
[Hinges Creaking]
[Men Chattering]
[Men Laugh]
Ah. Your wine is excellent,
Herr Krantz.
Thank you, thank you.
It is from the vineyards
of the Rhine valley
the best in the world.
[Chuckles]
But, uh, Mein Herr, everything
was taken care of by the count.
Forget it, man.
[Men Laugh, Chattering]
Local crowd?
All tenants of the Count von Bruno.
They come here for relaxation.
We try to please
our guests.
I'd already heard of your excellent hospitality...
from two friends of mine
who stopped here some time ago:
Sterling and Brown.
You remember them of course.
No. I never heard of them.
And now, if you will excuse me,
I will see about your rooms.
He's lying.
Obviously.
[Burton]
Isn't that our driver over there?
Yes.
Ask him to join us.
Certainly, sir.
My master's compliments.
He requests that you join us
for dinner.
[Mouthing Words]
Well? Come along.
[Hooves Clopping]
[Bell Jangles]
[Bell Jangles]
[Door Closes]
Will this be enough for you, Fender?
Enough?
If I eat all this,
I'll be as stuffed as a Christmas goose.
Every table taken.
I'll have Krantz show
some of these scum the door.
Wait.
Isn't that one of Karl's lackeys?
Yes, it's Fender all right.
Come. We've got our table.
I always knew food like this existed,
but I never dreamed I'd ever mouth it.
On your feet, all of you!
Do you hear?
We demand this table!
Sit down, Fender.
We haven't quite finished.
I'll finish for you.
[Men Chattering, Cheering]
[Men Cheer]
[Grunting]
[Men Laughing]
[Laughing Continues, Stops]
Fender, come here.
And you, sir.
I can condone
poor swordsmanship,
but not bad manners.
Gentlemen, Mr. Fender
will accept your apologies.
But sir, that really isn't necessary.
As you wish.
In that case, gentlemen,
we have no further business.
I bid you
a very pleasant journey.
[Men Murmuring]
You're hurt, sir. Let me wrap it for you.
Oh, don't bother.
It's only a scratch.
I insist.
Look, sir. Your ring.
Was very foolish of you.
"Stupid" would be more accurate.
Thank you, Romley.
Ah.
Accidents can happen, sir,
and even a scratch
can be dangerous.
Did they scotch you, sir?
Now don't you start
criticizing my dueling.
Oh, no, sir. I just wanted to tell you that
Well, speak up, man.
Those two gentlemen are close friends
of the Count von Bruno.
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