The Night Has Eyes

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Very well, girls. Have a happy holiday

and goodbye until next term.

You may go now.

Miss Ives.

Yes, dear?

Will you be taking us for next term?

I hope so, Muriel.

Happy holiday, Miss Ives.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Come on Marian,

let's get out of this dump.

Carne House is not a dump.

If you were a real teacher ..

Thank heavens I'm not.

It's bad enough being Games Mistress.

I sometimes wonder

what is your favourite game.

If you really want to know, it is one

I couldn't possibly teach the kids.

Miss Drake.

It's Golf.

I suppose you two are

off on some gay adventure.

We would if I had my way.

We were offered rooms at Bridgepool.

The place is absolutely

crawling with Air Force boys.

But no. Marian insists on

going to the Yorkshire moors.

The moors?

You're .. you're not going to

where poor Evelyn was lost?

Yes. We are.

Well, I don't know how

you have the courage.

When I think of Evelyn,

lost on those awful moors.

Being dragged down into

one of those dreadful bogs.

Rubbish .. it's more

likely she met some man.

And went off with him.

That's a lie.

Miss Ives.

It's not the first time you've made

rotten insinuations about Evelyn.

I know you hated her youth and charm.

As deputy head of the school, I must ..

Deputy head, my deputy foot.

We're on holiday now.

Come on Marian, if we must go to

Yorkshire, we might just catch the train.

Well .. goodbye.

Goodbye, Ives.

So long, playmates.

Don't do anything your

mothers warned you not to.

You mustn't be hard on the girl.

Remember, she isn't English.

She is no lady.

Ow!

The things I do for glamour.

Can you imagine a man doing this for us?

We're in a "Ladies Only".

I know.

And do you mean you deliberately let me

get into this without a word of warning?

The other carriages were all so crowded.

Marian Ives.

You may be able to make me give up a

perfectly good holiday in Bridgepool ..

To go to your blasted, forsaken moors.

But if you think I'm traveling in a

Ladies Only on a train thick with men ..

Did you see that?

If it hadn't been for that stupid

sign, he'd have come in.

A friend of yours?

Well .. I did kind of .. notice him.

I heard one of his

friends call him "doctor".

That's it.

All you have to do is to be taken ill,

and you're perfectly set.

Oh, don't be so ridiculous ..

Oh.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh ..

Doris, what is it?

Hey, stop it! Do you hear?

I'm a doctor. Can I help?

Well, it isn't really necessary.

It's looks rather serious.

Oh?

Hmm. Only one thing for it.

We'll have to inject strychnine.

Strychnine? Isn't that rather dangerous?

Oh, rather. Kill .. or cure.

Now let me see .. I'm not certain

whether it's a third of a gram or .03.

You know, I always get muddled

up between fractions and decimals.

Oh well, we'll just

have to trust to luck.

Do you know, I believe

it was three grams?

Why, where am I?

Who are you?

The name:
Randal. Profession: Doctor.

Present intention: get you out of here.

Get you a cup of tea as soon as possible.

Now, we're quite close to the

dining car. It's just along on the left.

It's awfully kind of you, Doctor.

I hate wasting your time.

Don't worry. You won't.

Oh, doctor.

Now, off you go.

Aren't you coming with me?

I might easily faint again.

That's the sort of faint you never

have twice .. with the same doctor.

I am grateful to your friend. I was

wondering how I could introduce myself.

And you don't seem to have

made the most of your chance.

I'm doing my best.

Doctor, you may not realize it,

but this is a "Ladies Only."

That's one of the great advantages

of having "MD" after one's name.

They can get you into almost anywhere.

If you take my advice Miss, you'll not go

traipsing over the moors this afternoon.

The glass is falling, and

weather might be a bit mucky.

Well that settles it. No lady ever

goes traipsing in mucky weather.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Why, hello.

Oh, hello.

Well. This is a pleasant surprise.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just happened to be passing.

Oh you just "happen to be passing"

pretty often, don't you?

It's a gift.

But what were you doing in the .. clink?

Just getting some details.

About the way Evelyn went on

her last walk across the moors?

Hmm.

I wish you'd give up

that idea .. it's morbid.

Sorry, Barry. We've been discussing

all that for the past three days.

Alright. But at least let me drive you.

Only part of the way.

You've got your work to do.

They only call me in

for births and deaths.

The people around this

place live to be a hundred.

What about births?

Very rare.

The husbands and wives

don't get on so well together.

Hop in.

On my left, you have

the Yorkshire moors.

On my right, you have

the Yorkshire moors.

And when we get over the crest of that

rise, you'll have a magnificent view ..

Of the Yorkshire moors.

You must be psychic.

Barry, I think we'd better get out now.

I don't hold with it.

Big moors are no places for small girls.

Besides, the Copper was right.

The weather is going

to be definitely mucky.

It's no good, Barry. We're going.

Say that again, will you.

About going?

No. The "Barry" part.

It always gives me a thrill.

Idiot.

Pardon me if I interrupt the love scene

of the century, but when do we walk?

Now.

Will you stop here, Barry?

Goodbye, Barry.

Don't worry about the weather. We'll

be at Pensley long before nightfall.

Goodbye.

It's getting like pea-soup.

And we should never have left the road.

And that divine Scoutmaster

said it was a shortcut.

Never trust divine Scoutmasters.

Oh, it will pour in a minute.

Where do you think we are?

I don't know. I'll get the map.

This must be Pensley.

We're here by Puttock Hag.

What's a Hag?

The local name for a bog.

Doris, come back!

Help .. help!

Marian .. Marian!

Help!

Marian .. Marian.

I'm sinking.

I'll get you out.

How far are you from

the side of the road?

I'm not a yard away but ..

I can't get my feet out.

Get hold of this.

I'm slipping!

Hold tight.

Pull!

Hold tight.

My God .. I thought I was done for.

But I've lost my shoes.

It's a house.

And a man.

Come on.

We've lost our way and

we're soaked to the skin.

And hungry as hell.

We nearly got in a bog.

Can you give us shelter?

Well, make sure you'll

know us, won't you.

You'd better come in.

Nowhere else you can go.

You had better get dry.

Give me your things.

I can't tell you how thankful

we are to be in here.

What were you doing outside?

Walking.

In the storm?

I enjoy storms.

Well, it takes all sort to make a world.

I once met a man who got

fun out of swallowing swords.

I can understand that.

A sense of isolation.

Being alone in a world of wind and rain.

Being alone? Yes, I'm with you there.

That wouldn't be a help to us.

You said you were hungry.

I will get you something.

Well .. give me Boris Karloff.

Well, my feet are worn

down to the ankles.

You know, he looks the kind of fellow

who buries his wife under the fireplace.

Oh .. it was a fellow I read about.

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