Carry on Screaming!

Synopsis: The sinister Dr Watt has an evil scheme going. He's kidnapping beautiful young women and turning them into mannequins to sell to local stores. Fortunately for Dr Watt, Detective-Sergeant Bung is on the case, and he doesn't have a clue! In this send up of the Hammer Horror movies, there are send-ups of all the horror greats from Frankenstein to Dr Jekyl and Mr Hyde.
Genre: Comedy, Horror
Director(s): Gerald Thomas
Production: Warner Bros.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Rotten Tomatoes:
67%
NOT RATED
Year:
1966
97 min
874 Views


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Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Aaaaargh! Aaargh!

- What's the matter? What did I do?

- Well, what was that funny noise?

W-W-What funny noise?

I don't know. Sort of...

I can't help being a bit passionate,

can I?

Oh, Albert, I didn't mean

what you were doing.

- What are you shivering for?

- I don't know!

A funny feeling, it come over me

all of a sudden,

like... icy fingers down my spine.

Lumme, Doris, I did keep my gloves on.

I can't do more than that, can I?

Oh, I didn't mean your icy fingers,

Albert.

Well, whose, then?

I don't know, but...

I've got a feeling

someone's watching us.

Good luck to him!

I've been courting you a year and there's

been nothing worth watching so far.

- Albert!

- Well, I'm sorry, Doris, but...

after all, I'm...

I'm only flesh and blood.

And if something doesn't happen soon,

well...

somethings going to happen -

that's all.

Aren't you funny?

I never thought of you being like that-

you know...

flesh and blood, and that.

Well, it's time you started

thinking about... that.

- Oh, Albert...

- Oh, Doris!

- Aaaaargh!

- What now?

There is something

in those bushes.

For Pete's sake, we're never going

to get anywhere if you go on like this!

Albert, there... there must be

somebody in those bushes,

because I saw them move.

All right. Anyone there?

No. There you are, see?

Nobody. Come on!

Oh, you don't expect them to say so,

do you?

Couldn't you...?

Couldn't you go and look?

Oh, all right!

Who's there?

Come on. Who's there?

It's not a peepshow, you know.

Come on. Buzz off,

or there'll be trouble.

Come on out,

you Peeping Tom!

For the last time, I'm warning you.

Come on.

Get out. Go home!

Nah, there's nobody here.

She's just trying to put me off,

that's all.

What did I tell you?

There's nobody...

Doris?

Doris!

Come on, Doris,

stop messing about.

Where are you?

Doris?

Well, answer me.

Well, if that's all you have to say,

Mr Potter, I'll telephone my superior.

W-W-What's the matter?

That noise! What's that noise?

Noise... what's...?

It's only the telephone bell!

Aren't you ever going to get used to it?

I'll never get used to it.

The invention of the devil -

that's what it is!

People talking through wires,

waking respectable people at all hours.

It's like someone walking in

when you're in the bath.

It's an invasion of privacy.

That's what it is!

You in a bath -

that'd stop any invasion, that would.

Well, I'm not having it in my house

a moment longer - do you hear?

And if it doesn't go, I will.

I can promise you that.

Promises, promises.

Always promises.

Slobotham here, Sergeant.

Sorry if I'm disturbing you and Mrs Bung.

That's all right, Slobotham.

We weren't doing anything.

I thought you ought to know, Sergeant:

it's happened again.

- What's happened again?

- Another disappearance, Sergeant.

Did you get a description?

Naturally.

It's a Miss Doris Mann.

Aged about 20, medium height,

average-colour hair,

ordinary eyes, wearing clothes.

Well, it should be a piece of cake

finding her, shouldn't it?

Where did it happen?

Hocombe Woods. Again.

Again!

That's the sixth woman

who's disappeared

on the same spot

inside of a year!

Exactly, Sergeant.

Do you think there could possibly

be some connection?

It's possible, Slobotham.

But we mustn't jump to any conclusions.

No, no, of course not,

Sergeant.

- Who reported it?

- He's here now.

Calls himself Albert Potter.

Medium height, brown hair,

beady eyes...

Never mind a description!

You just keep him there till I get there.

- Move over.

- What did you say?

Move over to my side of the bed.

Certainly not. You're not getting round me

like that, Sidney Bung.

Oh, please, Em. Just this once.

I've only got a few minutes. Up!

I'll say this for you -

you make a very good trouser press.

You're not going out?

No, I'm putting these on

to take a bath.

And where are you going

at this time of night?

- To find another woman.

- Don't lie to me!

You're going to that wretched

police station of yours - I know!

- Well, you've caught me out.

- Huh!

You haven't any time for me,

let alone any other woman.

- I wouldn't bet on that.

- Police! That's all you ever think about.

Never mind about me.

Oh, dear, no.

Do you realise

you haven't taken me out for years?

Oh, don't exaggerate.

We went out a couple of months ago.

We had a lovely time.

You call that lovely?

To my poor, dear mother's funeral?

- Well, I enjoyed it.

- Oh, yes, you would.

I should have listened to her.

"Never marry a policeman,"

she said.

"You can't trust 'em," she said.

"Unreliable," she said.

"He'll lead you a dog's life,"

she said.

- She was right.

- I should have listened to her.

So should I.

Where's my other boot?

That's right, off you go!

Never mind about saying goodbye, even.

Goodbye, even.

That's it,

knock my poor mother down.

Now look what you've made me do!

- Oh, excuse me, Sergeant.

- In my chair again, eh, Slobotham?

Just warming it up for you, sarge.

- Right. Is this him?

- Yes.

A Mr Potter, window cleaner.

33 Hogsmere Road.

"Friend" of the young lady

that disappeared.

Right. Get out your notebook,

Slobotham.

I want every word of this taken down.

As I understand it, you took

this girl up to Hocombe Woods, right?

- That's right, yes.

- For what purpose, Mr Potter?

- Eh?

- What did you take her out there for?

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Talbot Rothwell

Talbot Nelson Conn Rothwell, OBE (12 November 1916 – 28 February 1981) was an English screenwriter. more…

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