The Most Dangerous Game
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- 1932
- 63 min
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The channel's here on the chart.
So are the marking lights.
Then what's wrong with them?
Those lights don't seem to be
in just the right place.
They're both a bit out of position,
according to this.
Two light buoys mean a safe channel
between the world over.
doesn't go in these waters.
Look here. You'll see the water
shoals on the island side...
while the deep soundings
run to the mainland.
Have any of you seen
the captain today?
- No. He wasn't down for dinner.
- No, and he wasn't down for lunch.
He hasn't left the bridge since you
decided to come through the channel.
What are you driving at?
Ever since you gave him those orders
yesterday to cut through these waters...
he's had the jitters.
There's something wrong. I...
Hey, I'm getting nervous myself.
Doc, what do you recommend for nerves?
- Give him a shot of scotch.
- Give the whole bottle.
- No! I've got nerves too.
- Here you are, Doc.
Just what you need.
- Well, maybe you're right.
- And how, boy.
- Good evening, Captain.
- Good evening, sir.
- May I speak with you?
- Why, certainly. Go ahead.
We're heading straight for the channel
between Branca Island and the mainland.
- Good.
- But the lights are just a bit off, according to the chart.
The charts are never up to date in this
part of the Pacific. You know that.
I know, sir, but...
Doesn't Branca Island
mean anything to you?
- Well, not a lot.
- Perhaps if I spoke with Mr. Rainsford...
Bob's not a sailor.
He's a hunter.
He's made many of these trips.
He's young, but he has judgment.
I'll call him.
- Oh, Bob. Bob!
- What is it?
- Come up here, will ya?
- Just a minute.
What's bothering you, Captain?
There are no more coral-reefed, shark-infested
waters in the whole world than these.
Boy! Just take a look at these.
You didn't turn out so hot as a hunter,
Doc, but oh, what a photographer.
If we'd had you to take pictures
on the Sumatran trip...
they might have believed my book.
If you'd had me on the Sumatran trip,
you'd have never had me on this one.
Say, here's a swell one of
the ship, Skipper. What's the matter?
These old sea dogs tell yarns
to kid each other...
and end up
believing it all themselves.
I think that Mr. Rainsford
should know...
that the channel lights aren't just
in the position given on the charts.
Oh. Well, what do you think, fellas?
and take the outside course.
We'll go ahead.
Very well, sir.
It's your ship.
"It was the schooner 'Hesperus,'
and she sailed the wintry sea. "
Now, wait a minute, fellas.
Let's talk this over.
- There's no use taking any chances.
- Chances? That's fine talk...
coming from a fella who just got through
slapping tigers in the face.
Get an eyeful of this.
And he talks about taking chances.
Here's the doc charging the enemy
with an unloaded camera.
Get the expression
on Doc's face, Bill.
He looks more frightened
than the tiger.
- He is.
- What'd you have on your mind, Doc?
I'll tell you
what I had on my mind.
I was thinking of the inconsistency
of civilization.
The beast of the jungle killing just
for his existence is called savage.
The man, killing just for sport,
is called civilized.
- Hear! Hear!
- It's a bit contradictory, isn't it?
Now, just a minute.
What makes you think...
it isn't just as much sport
for the animal as it is for the man?
for instance.
There never was a time
when he couldn't have gotten away.
He didn't want to.
He got interested in hunting me.
He didn't hate me
for stalking him...
any more than I hated him
As a matter of fact,
we admired each other.
Perhaps, but would you change places
with the tiger?
- Well, not now.
- Mm-mm!
Here comes
that bad-luck lady again.
Third time tonight.
- Here. Let me shuffle them.
- Wait a minute. Don't evade the issue.
- Yeah, speak up.
- I asked you a question.
- You did? I forgot.
- Oh, no, you didn't.
I asked you if there'd be
as much sport in the game...
if you were the tiger
instead of the hunter.
- Come on.
- What's your answer now, Bob?
That's something
I'll never have to decide.
Listen here, you fellows.
This world's divided into two kinds
of people... the hunter and the hunted.
Luckily, I'm a hunter.
Nothing can ever change that.
Hang on!
Hello! Hello, down there!
Hello, Engine Room!
- The panel is flooded!
- If the water hits those hot boilers...
Help!
Help!
Where are the others?
See anybody?
Nobody left but us two and...
that fella.
Doc! Help!
- Look!
- Shark!
Ohh! It got me!
Hello!
Is anybody here?
Anybody around, I say.
Oh, hello.
Is this your house?
but I've been in a wreck.
Our yacht just sunk
with all hands.
I got ashore and found
your place here by accident.
I'm not trying to intrude,
but I'm in sort of a jam.
Don't you understand
any English?
Lvan does not speak any language.
He has the misfortune
to be dumb.
Oh, hello.
Are you the owner here?
Yes.
Welcome to my poor fortress.
- Fortress?
- It once was.
Built by the Portuguese,
centuries ago.
I have had the ruins restored
to make my home here.
I am Count Zaroff.
My name's Robert Rainsford.
Glad to meet you.
Very glad.
Lvan is a Cossack.
I am afraid, like all my fellow
countrymen, he is a bit of a savage.
Smile, Ivan.
I was trying to make him understand
there'd been a shipwreck in the channel.
But how appalling!
And you mean to say
that you are the only survivor?
Yes, I'm afraid I am.
You're certain?
I'd have never left the spot
if I hadn't been.
The swellest crowd on Earth...
my best friends.
- It's incredible.
- Such things are always incredible.
Death is for others,
not for ourselves.
That is how most
Your other guests?
You mean this has happened before?
My fellow, we have several survivors
from the last wreck still in the house.
It would seem that this island
were cursed.
That's just what the captain said.
Only he thought
it was uninhabited.
We Cossacks find our inspiration
in solitude.
- Well, it's a break for me, anyway.
- My house is yours.
Oh, by the way. You'll want to change
those wet rags immediately.
Yes. They look
about the way I feel.
Yes.
I have some loose hunting clothes
which I keep for my guests...
that you can possibly
get into.
Lvan will show you
to your room.
- Thank you.
- You'll find a stiff drink there also.
Thanks a lot.
All pleasure is mine.
Come in.
- Ready, Rainsford?
- All set.
I'm afraid
we have finished dinner.
But I have ordered
something for you.
Thanks. I don't feel
like eating, though.
Oh. Well, perhaps later.
Now, then,
what do you say to coffee...
and most charming company?
It is hard to forget
your comrades' fate, I know...
but our feminine guest
is easily perturbed.
If I could beg you to put
a good face upon the matter.
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