All language subtitles for Bulldog Drummond (1929) colorized

Oh.

The eternal din in this
club is an outrage!

I ask you, what?

You're perfectly right,
Colonel, we ought to complain.

Do you know that's
the third spoon

I've heard dropped this month?

Spoons, my hat.

Wish that somebody would throw
a bomb and wake the place up.

Dear old boy, people
don't do such things.

Well, they do when
they're as bored as I am.

Bored, Drummond?

So bored, my dear Algy,
that I believe I'm going mad.

Dear old boy--

I mean it.

Of course you do,
of course you do.

Just you come into the bar.

There, isn't that better?

No Algy, not a bit.

I've been bored long.

I can't stand it anymore.

I'm too rich to work, too
intelligent to play much.

I tell you, if
something doesn't happen

within the next few
days, I'll explode.

I don't know what to
suggest, dear old boy,

unless you advertise.

And you can't very
well do that, can you?

I don't know, I might.

I rather think that's
an inspiration,

Algy, by Jove I do.

I didn't know you had it in you.

Say, barman, give me a
piece of paper and a pencil.

Now, let's see.

"To the editor.

Personal column,
the Times, London.

Demobilized officer finding
peace unbearably tedious."

Dear old boy,
you're not serious?

You're
wrong, Algy, all wrong.

That advertisement was the
best idea you ever had.

Not one of these letters
that holds it own--

it's own comment of excitement,
adventure, and who knows,

romance.

Here's one from a woman whose
husband spends all his time

raising pedigreed goldfish.

She wants you to kill either
the husband or the goldfish.

I hope you'll draw
the line at murder, sir.

Oh, I will, Danny,
I promise you.

Thank you, sir.

That's real assuring, sir.

Now, you read yours.

By Jove.

Hello, got a good one?

This is from a girl who
signs herself Phyllis Benton.

Nice name, Phyllis.

Sounds like a chorus girl.

She wants to know if my
intentions are serious.

If they are, will I meet
her at the Green Bay Inn,

four miles from Gataling.

On the London road
at midnight tonight.

Is she proposing marriage?

Well, she's reserved
a couple of rooms for me

in the name of John Smith.

I don't like the
sound of that, sir.

She says if I'm a gentleman,
I won't fail her, because--

because by Jove, she's
in hideous danger.

Hooray, hooray.

Now I'll choose one.

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

I haven't finished
with Phyllis yet.

She interests me, Algy.

I can see her coming
into the Green Bay Inn,

dark, voluptuous, and romantic.

Drummond, you
beware of Phyllis.

Wouldn't you beware, Danny?

Indeed, I would, sir.

I'd beware within an
inch of my life, sir.

Why?

Hideous dangerous
sounds very promising.

I believe I'm for Phyllis, Algy.

And the Green Bay Inn.

By Jove, I am for Phyllis.

Dear old boy!

Midnight tonight, eh?

All right, I'll be there.

Danny, pack my bag.

Pajamas, toothbrush, and a gun.

Please, sir.

Don't you really think, sir?

Yes sir.

On second thought,
never mind the pajamas.

Just the toothbrush and a gun.

Oh, Danny.

Yes, sir.

The boots,
Danny, the boots.

Yes sir.

No, no, not those.

The adventure boots.

The seven league boots
with the nails in them.

Danny, how are we
going to stop him?

That's beyond me, sir.

He's ordered the
Mercedes Roadster.

Great scott, we
must do something.

Drummond, for the last
time, I beg of you.

It's no good, Algy,
my mind's made up.

Very well then.

Danny, my coat.

I'm coming with you
to look after you.

Heh, wrong again, Algy.

I'm the one that's bored
with life, not you.

I'm the one that's looking
for a thrill, not you.

This is my adventure,
my boy, not yours.

Hideous danger, voluptuous,
dark, terrific danger.

And Phyllis.

Mad, sir, that's what he is.

Stark staring mad, sir.

Danny, Captain Drummond
has other cars, hasn't he?

Indeed, yes, sir.

Several cars.

I shall need one of them.

Now you're going mad, sir.

Which would you recommend?

The Rolls-Royce, sir.

The Rolls-Royce.

A very nice little car.

Have it brought round.

And get your hat and coat.

My hat and coat, sir?

What, am I to go mad too, sir?

Not at all.

I'm going to look
after Drummond,

and you're coming
to look after me.

Spill every glass,
pour wine inside us

and find us with
courage, luck, and joy.

Spill every glass,
pour wine inside us

and find us with
courage, luck and joy.

Women and wine
should like them boy.

Is there a health
on earth inside.

And spill every glass,
pour wine inside us

and find us with
courage, luck, and joy.

Women and wine
should like them boy.

Is there on heath
on earth inside.

Spill every glass,
pour wine inside us

and find us with
courage, luck and joy.

Mr. Smith, I suppose.

Uh, Smith-- oh yes, yes.

How did you know?

The best rooms we have, sir.

The bridal suite, sir.

Wasted on you
without a bride, sir.

This is the sitting room?

And that, that the
bedroom, beyond?

The bedroom is
always beyond, sir.

Twin beds, sir.

So you can use your
own judgment, sir.

You can turn down one.

Oh.

And the balcony?

Private to this suite, sir.

I see.

Nothing else, sir?

No, nothing else, thank you.

Always eager to oblige, sir.

I'll bear that in mind.

I hope you will, sir.

By the way, you might
oblige me with a whiskey

and soda, will you?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Voluptuous, dark,
dramatic danger.

Well, here's to it.

Oh my hat.

Thank heaven,
Danny, we're in time.

Algy, you are a
meddlesome jackass.

Dear old boy, Danny and I have
decided that you will carry on

with a voluptuous, blackmailing,
breach of promise female,

you'd much better do
it in London where

you can be near your lawyer.

Algy, if I'd
wanted a bodyguard,

I should have sent
for my maiden aunt.

Oh I say!

Why not?

More of a man than you are.

Midnight now.

Did you think that I--

Keep quiet, come on.

Find a way to deliver you later.

It's a lucky thing there's
no Mrs. Drummond, sir.

The point is inept,
that one, but well

taken, Danny, very well taken.

I'm coming!

I watched--

Watched.

Close the door.

And lock it.

And draw the curtain.

Everywhere I go, I'm watched.

You mean?

Just that.

Danny, there's a hole.

A peep hole, sir?

Let's peep.

By Jove.

You'll forgive my
staring, won't you?

Can you see her, sir?

Yes.

Is she dark?

Enough.

Dramatic?

Rather?

Voluptuous.

Ooh.

Oh, you must think
this very strange of me?

I don't, I think it's
very charming of you.

Well, before I explain,
you must tell me,

on your word of honor,
whether that advertisement

I saw in the Times was
serious or just a joke.

On your word of honor, please!

Well, it started as
a joke, I must admit.

But now-- now you can
take it as serious.

Word of honor.

Oh, I'm so relieved.

I'm glad you feel
that way about it.

I'll try to explain.

No, no, don't.

Why not?

I'm afraid of waking up.

Oh, Mr. Smith.

And that's another thing.

I find somehow that I
can't masquerade with you.

My name is Drummond.

Captain Drummond, Hugh Drummond.

Great scott, he's
telling his real name.

Please believe that I'm
serious, Captain Drummond.

And understand that there was
no other way for me to see

you without your being seen.

Even at this hour of
night, I can't be entirely

sure I'm giving him the slip.

Giving them the slip?

You trying to explain
things quite clearly.

Oh, I am trying.

I've taken a little house
on the edge of Gataling,

four miles from here.

I took it because it's
next door to the hospital

where my uncle is a patient.

Only he isn't a patient,
and it isn't a hospital.

You mean that--

Just what I say.

It belongs to a Dr. Lakington,
and to a man named Peterson.

And to Peterson's sister,
only she isn't his sister.

He isn't a patient,
and it isn't a hospital,

and she isn't his sister.

Danny, I believe you're right.

You see, this Dr.
Lakington and Peterson

claim to be treating my uncle
for a nervous breakdown.

But I know they've got him
in their power somehow,

and they're bleeding him.

This doctor what's his
name, is he a real doctor?

Oh, yes.

Oh, all of that,
Captain Drummond.

Oh, if you'd seen him, he's--

oh, you don't believe me.

Of course, I do, I do.

Only you may be wrong about
his motives, you know?

And unless you've got some very
real evidence to the contrary,

this hospital may be all
that it claims to be.

Oh, now.

Now, don't look offended.

I'm only wondering why--

if these people are as bad
as you think they are--

why they should take so much
trouble over your uncle.

Well, even in America,
where we come from,

Captain Drummond, my uncle
is considered a wealthy man.

Oh.

His name is John Travers.

Travers?

Not the John Travers?

Yes, Captain Drummond.

The John Travers.

My turn, sir.

No good being a hog, sir.

Danny!

No class distinction, sir.

Your own idea, sir.

Quite right,
Danny, quite right.

Would you care to
use my eyeglass?

What does your uncle
say about all this?

Oh, I'm not
allowed to see him.

I've only seen anything him
once, and that was by accident.

At a window, just for a moment.

And then a pair of hands reached
out and grabbed him back.

Such a look as he had.

Oh, I know that keeping
him under some drugs.

And twice-- twice I
heard him scream as

though they were torturing him.

My dear Miss Benton, seems to
me to be a case for the police.

Why haven't you been to them?

Because I'm not at all sure
that the hold they have on them

isn't in some way
disgraceful to him.

Oh, he's not above
disgracing himself.

I see.

Oh, you don't.

You believe a single
word I've said.

Oh, I do, I do.

Only, well, you must admit.

It rather like a penny
thriller, isn't it?

Well, I dare say it is.

Thank you, Captain Drummond.

I'm sorry to have wasted
so much of your time.

Now, please.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

I mean that I want to
help you no matter what--

Oh, I don't know
what will become

of me if you don't help me.

I have no one to turn to.

I'm alone here.

Hadn't we better break
in, before she gets violent?

The door's locked, sir.

You poor girl.

Now, you tell me what it is you
want me to do, and I'll do it.

Word of honor.

Your word of honor?

I'm so afraid of not
seeing you again if I don't.

Well, then.

Would it be too much
if I asked you to--

Don't be frightened,
Miss Benton.

Dear old boy,
don't be alarmed.

We're still with you.

Miss Benton-- where is she?

There you go, grab him, Danny.

Dear your old boy,
control yourself.

You ought to be shot for this.

Don't you realize what she is?

A lunatic, sir.

Hasn't been out of a
straitjacket for weeks.

Her hospital is no hospital.

That's quite true,
it's a lunatic asylum.

And this Dr. Lakington's
seems her keeper.

That can't be, her story.

Never heard worse
raving in my life.

Oh sir, such things don't
happen in the British Isles.

Not now.

You're perfectly right,
Danny of course they--

What the devil's
the matter with you?

Captain Drummond?

Captain Drummond?

The lady who was just here
left her bag, I think.

Oh no, she didn't,
Dr. Lakington.

My mistake.

I'm sorry.

Not at all.

You won't forget me the next
time you see me, will you?

No.

A lunatic is she?

What do you think of that?

Algy, my boy, you get
back to London as fast

as the roads can carry you.

I'm off to Gataling,
four miles from here.

You're not!

Just try and stop me!

Now you shut up.

And now, my dear, we
can talk more comfortably.

So, you're coming out in
your true colors at last.

How dare you spy on me?

Spy on you?

You're coming to stay with us at
our house, where we can really

watch you, and protect you
from any further indiscreet

behavior.

What would your uncle
think if he knew how you'd

compromised yourself tonight?

Your poor, sick uncle.

And we trust that for
Captain Drummond's sake,

as well as for your own, you
have made no foolish statements

which might cause him to meddle
in affairs in which he cannot--

and had better not--

concern himself.

The point, Miss
Phyllis, is this--

are you expecting to see
Captain Drummond again?

No, Mr. Peterson, I am not.

Oh, we're very pleased
to hear that, my dear.

You are not to communicate
with him again.

You are not to try anything.

Good evening.

Miss Benton still awake?

Miss Benton is entertaining
friends this evening.

Friends?

Well, I'm and old
friend of her uncle's.

I'm sure that she'll see me.

Won't you come in?

Thanks, I should love to.

Forgive my calling at this
late hour, Miss Benton.

But I wanted news of
your uncle's health.

I was passing by, I saw the
light, and I heard the music.

Oh, Phyllis dear.

Aren't you going
to introduce us?

Miss Peterson,
Captain Drummond.

Just old-fashioned music
lovers, my brother and I,

Captain Drummond.

Trying to cheer dear
little Phyllis up.

Your Brother?

Such a big brother.

Not that he's any
too big for you.

Now, how is Mr. Travers?

Oh, nerves are slow things,
you know, Captain Drummond.

Yes?

I've never had any
trouble with mine.

Really?

I congratulate you.

Mine are steady too.

Good.

Are the doctor in
charge of his case?

I?

Oh dear, no.

Dr. Lakington is in charge.

I'm so sorry he isn't
here to meet you.

Yes, so am I.
Well, Miss Benton, I

shall be in the
neighborhood for a few days.

If you are in need of cheer,
there's racing over at Gatwick,

wouldn't you like to come?

Fond of gambling,
Captain Drummond?

Now and then, the small game.

Stay with a small
games, Captain.

It's the big ones
that spell disaster.

Exactly what my
grandmother always taught me.

Never bet, except
on a sure thing,

she said, and then
put your shirt on it.

Oh, I can see her now, with the
golden rays of the setting sun

lighting up her sweet old face.

Help!

Help!

Somebody step the cat's tail?

No, no, that's my uncle.

Oh no.

No, no.

No.

Oh!

Oh my God.

Oh help!

Help!

Was that Travers
you were beating up?

Beating up, Captain Drummond?

Don't you know hospital
discipline when you see it?

Hospital discipline, eh?

Why of course, how stupid of me.

Well, when he recovers,
tell him I called, will you?

Oh, you're not leaving us?

Don't you think I'd better?

Perhaps you had.

You'll say goodbye to Miss
Phyllis for me too, will you?

And au revoir to you.

Au revoir.

Marcovitch.

What are the orders I've
given in this house?

What sort of a nursing
home will people

think this is if they
can hear the patients

screaming for help?

You dull-witted-- come.

Get out!

What are you crying for?

Murderer, torturer.

Oh, pull yourself
together or we

shan't let you see your uncle.

You have no intention
of letting me see him.

You only want to
shut me up where I

can't interfere with your plan.

You know, you may be right.

Just the same, you'd
better come quietly.

You can't help your--

Drummond.

Miss Benton, it
just occurred to me

this would be a fine
time for you to visit

my maiden aunt in London.

Now could you get
ready in a hurry?

No, Captain Drummond.

No?

Phyllis is not
leaving here tonight.

At the moment, I'm not
sure whether you're

leaving yourself.

Are you planning to
prevent me, Miss Peterson?

I shall prevent
you, Captain Drummond.

I don't wish to seem curious,
but would you tell me how?

I'd rather show you.

I'd forgotten the
old-fashioned music lovers.

Just the same, Miss Benton, I'm
going to get you out of here.

Come out, and put up your hands!

Dear old boy, was
that you whistling?

Was that you answering?

Yes.

I heard somebody whistle,
and I'm fond of whistling.

And I thought it might
be Drummond, because he's

fond of whistling too.

So I whistled back, like this--

Bless my soul.

Out of here.

Right you are.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait till I get

this blonde's telephone number.

After them!

After them!

Get Bulldog Drummond!

In the car, quick!

Algy.

Get Miss Benton to the Green Bay
Inn and stay there till I come.

Oh, but Captain Drummond--

Now don't you
fret, Miss Benton.

I'll bring your uncle with me.

I say, do you try and get me
that blonde's telephone number.

Got clean away, and you
made no effort to stop them.

What could I do?

Those yellow dogs of yours.

You can't blame me, you know?

Now, now, we're not
blaming you, girly.

Over this game is up.

Up?

We've got rid of
Drummond, haven't we?

Yes, but he'll have the
police here at any moment now.

The only thing for us to
do it to clear out, quick.

And leave Travers?

He's right.

A wise crook knows when to quit.

You two can quit if you like.

I'm going to see
this thing through.

Sweetheart, it's too risky!

Not for me, it isn't.

Oh, that Drummond's
got my blood up.

Let Travers go, not I. Why,
he's got everything we want.

Just think, one little
signature, and the works

are ours.

Where's the risk?

Let the police come.

Isn't Lakington a real doctor?

And who's going to prove
this isn't a real hospital?

Anyone can prove that
Travers isn't a real patient.

Well, give him something
real the matter with him.

Break his legs, fracture
his skull if you must.

But don't let him go.

What do you say, Lakington?

If you work fast, we might try
once again for his signature.

Can you bring
him round enough to sign?

May be fatal.

What if it is?

Marcovitch.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Travers to
the central chamber.

Girlie, I'd go through
with anything for you.

Take him in there, Marcovitch.

The sight of the Egyptian
makes the lady faint.

I don't like drugs.

That's
right, Marcovitch.

Now, you hold the arm
while I administer the--

That will be all, Marcovitch.

Hmm.

Yes.

It won't be long now.

You'll have to work
quickly, though.

I doubt if it holds for more
than 10 minutes, consciousness.

That ought to be enough.

You'd better go.

Let him find us alone.

Right.

Oh, that Lakington's a swine.

I shan't be sorry when
we're through with him.

You little devil, you've
been leading him on.

Oh!

Stop it!

If I thought that you--

No!

I wouldn't double
cross you with anybody.

Look.

He's coming round, already.

Already?

Get me another cigarette.

You!

You two again!

Feeling better, Mr. Travers?

You blaggards, you
infertile blaggards!

Oh, if you're going
to use horrid language--

Let's come to the
point, Mr. Travers.

Circumstances,
pressing circumstances

make it necessary for us
to talk business again.

Oh, more money?

Oh, come Mr.
Travers, we haven't

paid expenses out of you yet.

Now here's a letter,
prepared by me,

instructing your London
bankers to turn over to me

certain securities and
jewels which they're holding

in their vaults for you.

Now, if you'll be good enough
to sign on the dotted line.

I remember now.

You doped my liquor.

You got me into the room
with that girl there.

You framed me!

Your dirty blaggards!

Mr. Travers, would you like
another of Dr. Lakington's

stimulating treatments?

Oh, you are human devils.

You can't do any more
than you've done already.

Oh, can't we?

You know, Mr.
Travers, Dr. Lakington

is an expert with drugs.

He's just been discussing the
possibility of an injection,

which would cause
you to be an idiot

for the balance of your life.

Are the bonds worth that
price, do you think?

I don't believe you.

And I won't sign anything.

In that case, Mr.
Travers, perhaps

you'd better come with me.

Oh, no, no, wait.

I'll sign.

I'll do anything.

That was close.

He's gone under again.

Well, I want you both
to admit that I was right.

You're
always right, girlie.

You
were right, Irma.

What the--

The
bracket lights, Irma!

The bracket lights!

Idiot!

Look, Lakington!

Is he dead?

No, knocked out.

Where's Travers?

Gone!

And the paper with the
signature, that's gone too.

Wait.

Bulldog Drummond.

But she's like the fire that
blew, ever modest, ever true.

From her leafy bough, her
perfuming the still night air.

Two o'clock already?

How I detest the third light.

Hello?

Hadn't you been asleep?

Well, how could I sleep?

Well, if you can't, it isn't
very polite for me to indulge.

Hey, say, what's wrong?

We're both safe, and
Drummond will pull

your uncle through all right.

He never fails.

Oh, it's not my
uncle I'm thinking of.

It's Captain Drummond, in
such danger, and through me.

I say, you're not getting
a Drummonditis too, are you?

What's Drummonditis?

A complaint most
women get soon after

they meet full-on Drummond.

No, I don't know
what you mean.

Don't you?

I'll explain more fully.

No, you needn't.

Listen.

Isn't that a car?

By Jove!

It's not only a
car, it's the car!

Ya ho, Drummond!

Here we are, here we are.

Danny, here's Captain
Drummond back,

and he's got Travers with him.

Go down and lend a hand.

Very good, sir.

Miss Benton.

Here we are again.

Oh, Uncle, are you all right?

He's just a little
wet, that's all.

There may be no time
for these reunions now.

Let Danny take charge
of him, Miss Benton.

Danny, take him into the
bedroom, and dry him out.

And now we'll be off
to London just as soon

as I've had something to ear.

Algy, be a good fellow and
wrestle me up some bread

and cheese, will you?

Oh, and a pint of beer.

Beer?

Coffee for the
women and children,

and the poor weak fools who
can't curb their passion for--

Strong drink.

But.

For the sober, honest man.

Who has worked hard.

And needs health
and strength--

For the labors to come--

Beer!

Ah!

And now Miss Benton,
how did you get on?

Oh, tell me, tell me, please.

What is there to tell.

It was too if anything.

I got him out,
gave them the slip.

Green Bay Inn.

I saw your
smile and I passed you by.

And I says to myself,
says I, says I,

there's the one,
the only one for me.

I caught a glimpse of a roguish
eye, and I says to myself,

says I, says I, there's the
one, the only one for me.

A poet might speak of
the blush in your cheek,

as the bloom of a
rose newly born.

Your voice, the refrain of a
song of a rain in the light

of the bright April morn.

I saw an angel from out of
the sky, and I says to myself,

says I, says I, there's the
one, the only one for me.

Play it again for me.

I'll be back in a minute.

And so as I said
before, here we are again.

Oh, I think you're
perfectly wonderful.

Thank you.

That's very nice of you, but
you mustn't say such things.

I must be getting
Drummonditis.

Drummonditis?

Oh, that-- that's one of
Algy's jokes, isn't it?

Is it only a joke?

Well, if there were
any such complaint,

I don't mind saying that
I wish you'd catch it.

Oh, I think I might oblige.

Will you?

Please.

Just like that?

Why not?

You have your
own way of putting

things, Captain Drummond.

Oh, I don't want
to be flippant.

Let's forget all this kidding.

I came out to look
for adventure.

I wasn't expecting
to find you, Phyllis.

But I have found you.

And now, please, please, please,
please take me seriously.

With a roguish
eye, and I said to myself,

says I, says I--

There's the one,
the only one for me.

A poet might speak of
the blush in your cheek,

as the bloom of a
rose newly born.

Your voice, the refrain
of a song of a rain.

We just closed up.

We can't serve anything
more tonight, sir.

You can serve us.

A glass of milk for me.

Milk?

Please believe
I'm serious when I--

when I tell you.

Oh, oh, dear old boy, I
hope I'm not interrupting.

No, Algy, not a bit.

You're just developing a
real genius for popping in.

Sorry, but I thought
you ought to be

told that your friend Lakington
is downstairs drinking milk.

What?

Milk.

And not buttermilk, just
ordinary cow's milk.

I'm afraid I've been
a little optimistic.

Danny.

Danny!

Yes sir.

You'd better get Mr.
Travers out of the bedroom,

and take him--

take him up to the
cubby hole up here.

Very good, sir.

Algy, give him a hand, will
you, while I investigate.

That's the idea, Danny.

You take the feet, sir.

And you mind his head.

Is there anyone
else in the house?

Yes, sir.

My father.

Asleep?

Yes, sir.

And that's all?

Oh, Mr. Longworth,
what do you think?

I can't think.

Algy, you call up
the police, them them--

tell them send up a dozen men.

Big men, with whiskers.

Are you there?

Are you there?

Hello?

Hello?

I say, Drummond,
there's no answer.

Well, don't be
silly, let me try.

Hello.

Uh, Algy, uh-huh.

You listen at the door.

Hello, Hello.

Hello.

Everything's covered.

Will you go up?

Watch me?

Be quiet about it.

Remember, this is an inn.

Oh, I'll be quiet.

But first-- whiskey, I think.

Double whiskey.

For the drink.

Hello, h--

Algy, you're right.

They've cut the wires.

Dear old boy!

Hey, that's plenty, though.

And this is going
to be a real lark.

Only Miss Benton, I think
that you'd better go

upstairs and join your uncle.

No, I'd rather not.

I beg your pardon?

I'd rather not.

This is much my
show as it is yours.

That's splendid of you.

But just the same--

Shh, shh.

Would you mind stepping
out of the line of pop guns?

The lady Irma, if
I'm not mistaken.

Now, then, turn off
the lights, Algy.

Come in, Miss Peterson.

Oh ho, a dressy wench.

Stop it.

Stop it!

All right, turn
them on again, Algy.

I just wanted to make
sure that I saw you first.

Sorry as I am to intrude on
your little love nest, Captain

Drummond, a patient
has disappeared

from Dr. Lakington's
hospital at Gataling.

I've come to fetch him back.

Are you ready to surrender him?

Is he supposed to be here?

Mm, you stole him
away, Captain Drummond,

in your high-powered car.

Are you sure of that?

Quite.

Are you going to apologize?

You know, Captain Drummond,
a man of your intelligence

should find a more respectable
amusement than kidnapping

patients out of hospitals.

The police don't take
kindly to such conduct.

You didn't bring
the police with you?

No, I thought you might
see the force of my argument

without them.

Yes, I saw the force of your
argument through the window.

Are you going to apologize and
surrender our patience, then?

Well, I suppose I'll have to.

Good.

I'm sorry, Miss Benton,
but what else can I do?

Nothing.

I understand.

You sure?

And while I'm gone, I
think you'll be more

comfortable in the bedroom.

You're not cross with me?

No.

But where are you going?

Just going to drive
him back for you.

Oh, no you're not.

I'll take him back myself.

I have other plans for you.

Oh, have you?

Well, in that case, I'll just
get him ready for the ride.

No trickery,
Bulldog Drummond.

Just a fur coat
to keep him warm.

Oh.

Algy, give the lady a drink.

Where are your manners?

What are you thinking of?

Guess.

Guess what I'm thinking of.

Is it animal,
vegetable or mineral?

Oh, look here, I'm not
playing a game, you know.

Not even the old,
old game of love?

Well, since-- since
you speak so frankly--

Oh, don't lose your
self-control, will you?

Oh dear, no.

No, no, no, I should
never do that.

I don't know, though.

I might a little bit for you.

Oh, you mustn't.

You'd be so dangerous.

You'd frighten me.

You-- you wouldn't like that?

Well, I wouldn't
want you to get hurt.

Oh, thank you.

Anything else?

No, I don't think so.

Now that you showed
me that you understand

my romantical
nature, I think we've

got far enough for the moment.

Let me see though, there
was something else.

Oh, don't tell me you've gone
and lost your silver pencil?

No, no, no.

No, that's all right.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Ah, I know.

Your telephone number.

Shh, not so loud.

Oh, what do you want
with my telephone number?

Well, I thought
I'd just jot it down,

and give you buzz one evening.

Oh, would you?

Would you like that?

Algy.

Dear old girl.

If you're done in there, would
you bring up the whiskey, sir?

The whiskey?

Oh, all right.

Is that you, Chong?

Work the bedroom
window, she's in there.

Now, the muffler
goes this way.

And the hat like that.

How's the disguise now?

Quite perfect, sir.

Good.

Then I'll trouble
you for the fur

coat and the pair of goggles.

Phyllis.

Phyllis my dear.

Who is it?

Open the door.

I want to talk to you, dear.

Open the door.

I'll do no such thing.

I'll open this door only
to Captain Drummond.

You'll
open this door if you

know what's good for you.

I won't, I won't!

You're criminals and murders,
I'll call for help-- oh!

Pass her down to the car.

Chong, you two get Drummond.

Drummond's the man I want.

They'll never know you, sir.

But isn't it risky?

For me?
Ha.

Not a bit, it's
Drummond they're after.

Dear old boy.

You two stay here
until things quiet down.

Then take Travers and
Ms. Benton up to London.

Take them to some hotel
and get them settled.

Then bring the whole
of Scotland Yard

down for me at Dr. Lakington's.

I'll have the gang
ready to turn over.

What if they should turn
the tables on you, sir?

Well, I've got a gun.

I'll just have to
shoot my way out.

B-b-b-but what if
they chase me, now?

Oh now, Algy, do try not
to get shot, won't you?

Are you ready?

Just a minute.

Come on, quick.

That's right, mind the corner.

Steady, Mr. Travers, steady now.

Here he is, Miss Peterson,
sorry I can't wait.

Get
Drummond, you fool!

Get him, Marcovich,
that's Drummond.

Jolly night for
the ducks, what?

Come on, gang.

I'd like to get my hands on
Drummond just for a minute.

I'd let Lakington poison him.

You did a great job, girlie.

Just the same, I wish
you hadn't lost Drummond.

No more than I do.

That young man on the loose--

Don't try to quit the game.

I was about to
remark, myself, with Drummond

on the loose, we
might do well to move

to some other part
of the country,

taking Travers
with us, of course.

Not a bad idea.

Not if
Travers comes with us.

When
would you be starting?

At once.

Before he can make things
too hot for us again.

Good.

Give me time to get
a few drugs together.

We shall need those.

Where is Travers?

Hey, what do you
think you're doing?

What?
- Drummond!

Hands up!

Nothing.

We'll I'll be--

can't you stay away from here?

I find it very difficult.

You're getting to be
a nuisance, Drummond.

Where's Travers?

Who's Travers?

Careful, Drummond.

You're not the only one
who can shoot straight.

Is that the torture chamber?

Put those hands up!

Absolutely, no deception.

And I apologize for my
slight loss of temper.

It's quite all right.

Hadn't we better--

Yes, perhaps we had.

If you have your
straps, Lakington.

Always.

More of the Wild West show?

Don't shoot till
I tell you, my dear.

Not until he
tells you, my dear.

Much as I regret to submit
you to this slight indignity--

Don't mention it, please.

Uh, would you mind?

Delighted.

Thank you.

There.

Would you mind deflecting that
blast in the other direction?

What blast?

Even your best
friends won't tell you.

Where's Travers?

I wonder.

Still at the inn?

Possibly, possibly not.

Now look here, my
adventurous young friend--

Why not leave this
to me, Peterson?

I think I know how to
handle Bulldog Drummond.

Markovitch.

Bring the girl here.

What girl?

Not Phyllis, you haven't
got Phyllis here!

Oh, haven't we?

Where did you get her?

How did you get her?

You're not the only
one who can think fast,

Captain Drummond.

Oh my.

If I'd only known, I'd--

Phyllis!

What do you want with
her, you filthy hound?

I want her to teach
you to answer questions.

Just an old Spanish custom.

In there, Marcovitch.

Lakington, if you hurt one
hair of that girl's head,

I'll kill you!

I'll take my chances of
anything you can do, now.

What are you
going to do to her?

Phyllis, Phyllis!

She doesn't know
where Travers is!

She doesn't know!

Stop that, stop that
and I'll tell you anything

you want to know.

Lakington.

Hold up.

The trick's turned.

Too bad.

I hadn't even started.

We're waiting.

Well, I--

I left Travers at the
inn, in an attic room

up the stairs from my room.

Is that the truth?

Yes, that's the truth.

If it isn't, you're not going
to live to lie to me again.

We leave you,
Captain Drummond,

in Dr. Lakington's loving hands.

I wonder if you know, Captain
Drummond, how loving my hands

can be.

Phyllis.

Phyllis, my dear.

She'll come around presently.

And now, we are--

we are going to amuse ourselves.

An excellent room in
which to amuse oneself,

Captain Drummond.

No fear of interruption.

Are you interested
in electricity?

No?

Let me show you an
invention of mine.

An electric door so perfectly
contrived that no one

can come in, or get
out of this room

while the current
is switched on.

Ingenious, isn't it?

I've honored you in showing
you that, Captain Drummond.

Not even Peterson, curse
him, knows about that door.

Of course, I shouldn't
have shown it

to you had their been any
likelihood of your ever

leaving this room alive.

No more of that.

No more of that now.

We're-- we're amusing ourselves.

Charming, charming.

I really never noticed Miss
Phyllis until this evening.

Fortunately, there's time to
rectify the that oversight.

Stop that, you--

you dirty swine!

Don't let me get
my revenge so easily.

And now, Captain Drummond,
I'm going to put you to sleep.

You get the idea?

You can dream the rest.

And I shall be more free.

Captain Drummond.

It seems I--

I'll have to keep that
promise, Dr. Lakington.

What promise?

To kill you.

Ah ha ha ha.

You--

Oh, Captain Drummond,
you're killing him!

Don't say that, my dear.

I'm being as gentle as I can.

Oh, that wasn't
pretty, was it, my dear?

I'm sorry you had to see it.

Something tells me that's Algy.

I'll bet it's Algy.

Dear old boy.

It's Algy.

I thought
I'd give you a buzz

to find out how you were.

Have you shot your way out yet?

Algy, I just had
to kill Lakington.

So the sooner you bring the
police here from Scotland Yard,

the better.

I--
Yes?

Yes?

I say, go on, what's better?

Algy, I'll have
to ring off now.

Peterson's just come
in, and he doesn't seem

to want me to say any more.

Yes, but--

If you move a
muscle, I'll shot.

Then I certainly
shall not move a muscle.

Lakington.

Lakington!

You'll have to call
louder than that.

You've killed him.

Just an old Spanish custom.

I told you I'd kill him.

And I told you, I'd kill you.

I don't think you
committed yourself

positively on that point.

I said
if you lied to me.

I didn't lie to you.

Travers was not at
the Green Bay Inn.

I never said he was,
I said I left him there.

Go and wait downstairs, Irma.

Come with me.

This is no good.

I know it isn't.

Do what you're told.

Please.

Do as you're told!

Now, you saved Travers.

Don't you wish you
could save his niece.

What do you mean?

I can't afford to have
a witness to your death.

I shall be forced to
kill the pair of you.

You think of
everything, don't you?

But listen, you can't do that.

Put your hands up.

Why, it'd be
cold-blooded murder.

I'm not afraid of murder.

A man and a woman are found
shot to death in a hospital.

The doctor's dead too, with
a revolver in his hand,

if you grasp that.

OK, it couldn't be clearer.

Only-- well, supposing
you were found here too.

I shan't be found here.

Are you sure of that?

Just try and get out of this.

He's killed both of them.

It's all right, now.

Now, we can wait in
comfort for the police.

I've got to hand
it to you, Drummond.

I've lost, and you've won.

Will you do me a favor?

What's that?

I don't want to see
my girl locked up.

I like you for that, Pete.

Let her go, will you.

Just let me call
her on the phone.

Help yourself.

Hello.

Hello?

That you, Irma?

Listen, kid, I've lost.

Drummond's won.

But he's willing to
let you get away.

Work the whole circus gag.

Don't cry.

Goodbye, kid.

The circus gag.

Get on, boys.

Well, boys, if you've
never worked fast before

in your lives, do it now.

Give me my coat there, Scotty.

What's the-- the circus gag?

She knows, sonny.

Does she, daddy?

I hope the police come soon.

Oh, they won't be long.

Sit down, Miss
Benton, won't you?

Make yourself comfortable, Pete.

I suppose you
wouldn't consider coming

into partnership with us?

I'm not cut out for crime.

You're wrong there.

You'd be a wonder at it.

We've got to pull
this off, boys.

So keep your heads.

Say Pete, tell me,
why are you a crook?

Why did you put that
advertisement in the Times?

Well,
I like adventure.

So do I.

I call upon you
in the name of the law.

Come here.

All right, Peterson.

Captain Drummond, sir.

Inspector McAndrew,
of Scotland Yard, sir.

You've made good
time, inspector.

Here's your man.
Will you take him along?

Don't cry, girlie.

Oh, so they got
the woman after all.

Well, Pete, I'm sorry,
but I did my best.

Let's go.

Phyllis.

I'm sorry sir, but you'll
have to wait until I get

back from locking this pair up.

I'll put one of my men on the
door to see that you don't

leave, and that no one enters.

So long, Pete Bye bye, Irma.

We'll see who laughs
last, Bulldog Drummond.

Well, it won't
be long, Phyllis.

And so here we are.

I've saved the hangman a job,
and got all the excitement

I was looking for.

I'm only sorry to have
dragged you into it.

But while we're
waiting, why can't we

go back to what we were talking
about last night at the inn,

with that jackass
Algy interrupted us.

Dear old boy!

How did you get in?

I walked in.

The man at the
door didn't stop you?

There's no man at the door.

What?

There's no one there at all.

There was a note pinned
to the front door.

A note?

For you.

"Dear Drummond,
thanks for the start.

The police were my own gang.

That was the circus gang.

Best wishes to the real police
when they get here, Peterson.

Pete to you."

Good night, and to
think I fell for that.

Algy, get down and find
out which way they went,

and look alive about it.

Rather!

Operator!

I've still got to get that
blonde's telephone number.

Hello, give me
the Scotland Yard.

Police headquarters in London.

The police, yes.

Well, be quick about
it, I'm in a hurry.

You idiot.

I'm sorry, sorry,
sorry, no offense.

Hugh.

Let them go.

London, yeah.

I want them to get off.

Is this London?

I think she loves him.

Waiting for
Scotland Yard, yes.

Women do love men.

And old Spanish custom--

hello?

Yeah, give me detective
headquarters, yes.

Waiting, waiting.

I love you.

Waiting-- huh?

What was that you said, Phyllis.

Just that--

I love you.

My dear girl, why haven't
you said that before?