Synopsis: The police find the actress, Diana Baring, near the body of her friend. All the circumstantial proofs seems to point to her and, at the end of the trial, she is condemned. Sir John Menier, a jury member, suspects Diana's boyfriend, who works as an acrobat wearing a dresses.
Director(s): Alfred Hitchcock
Production: LionsGate Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
92 min

People ought to be

ashamed of themselves.

Kicking up

all that racket

at this time of night.

What is it?

Is it a fire?

Well, why can't they

knock quietly?

Oh, blast it.

We never...

It's about

3 doors down.

That's where

Diana Baring is staying.

There's a policeman

coming over I think.

Well, just coming

around the corner.

Well, that's funny.

I could've sworn.

No, you're right.

Look. There he is.

Coming down the side

of the road.


Druce knocking.

Looks as though

he's tight again.

Here. Here.

Where's my shoes?

I better get down.

Aye. I'm on my way.

What, at this

time of night?

My wife Edna!

...with Diana Baring.

She's a--

yeah, wait for me.

I'm coming.

I gotta go see what's

the matter with Druce.

Say, what's the matter,

mr. Druce? Anything wrong?

Will you please

take this man away?

Come along now, Druce,

there's a good fellow.

No. Stop it.

Open this door,

will you?!

Open this door!

Hold on.

One second.

Open the door.

Let go. Now,

wait a minute now.

I can't wait to see

what's going to happen.

Open the door

for the love of god!

Open the door,

for god's sake.

One of you run

down to the station

and ask the inspector

to come along.

Tell him it's serious.

Is this woman

a lodger of yours?

No, but miss Baring is.

And she had mrs. Druce

to supper with her tonight.

As a matter of fact,

it was about--

well, you see,

mr. constable,

both these ladies are,

I mean were

that's playing at the theatre

royale this week.

And as I was leaving

the theatre,

you see I'm

the stage manager,

and mr. Druce here,

he's the general manager.

Well, you see, when I left

the theatre tonight,

I was invited

to join them.

Wait. Wait a minute,

wait a minute.

One at a time, please.

They killed

you, Edna.

They killed you.

Tell me, darling.

Who, darling?

Did she do it?

You always

hated Edna.

Thought yourself

too good for us...

With your high and

mighty ladylike ways.

Now, pull yourself


Ohh! Leave me alone.

Is there any

brandy in the house?

You'll find some brandy

in the flask on the table.

I was just giving

some to Edna when...


I can't think.

I can't remember.

Well, there's none

there. It's empty.

I'll run back

and fetch some.

Perhaps you'd like

a cup of tea, dear.

It'll warm you up.

I'll go and make it.

I'll give you

a hand, dear.

Shall I light

this gas, dear?

Please, dear.

It only wants

a drop more in it.

Light the stove,

will you, dear?

I, uh...

I suppose mrs. Druce

really is dead,

you know, uh...

You know, Diana

never did get on well

with poor Edna Druce,

and I know for a fact

that they hadn't

been on speaking terms

for the last 7 weeks.

Miss Diana said

nothing to me about it.

Well, it's a fact. You

can take it from me.

I don't believe

she could have done it,

though there's no denying

she is headstrong.

I should say so.

Why, she gave

in her notice

the other day

over Edna.

Who, miss Diana?

Yes, but, uh...

Druce didn't want

to lose her,

so Edna would've

been glad enough

to see her go.

Then suddenly...

Suddenly, last night,

she changed,

asked if they

could make it up.

Diana was puzzled

but asked her

home to supper.

Now, I can't

help feeling now

that she had

some reason

for getting

Diana here alone.

Of course,

perhaps it's been...

Hot stuff like she is,

she thought

one of her men

was getting too keen

on Diana Baring

and wanted her

out of the way.

What kind of tea

did you use, dear?

Oh, my dear, I've tried

so many kinds,

I don't really remember

which this is.

I'll get the door, right?

Open the door, yes,

if you don't mind.

Here. I say,

I've just made tea.

That's all right, ma.

We'll get some down

at the station.

Third act

beginners, please.

Your call,

miss Baring.


miss Baring's understudy.

There you are, see?

Going on now.

You are

answering the door?

Answer the door?

Of course.

Well, I don't know

where we shall go.

Oh, Tom. Tom.

The inspector would like

to have a word with you.

This is mr. Tom Druid,


It's about the

murder, mr. Drake.

Now, there are

one or two points

I suppose you didn't

happen to see

mrs. Druce

and miss Baring

leave the theatre

together last night.

Yes, I did.

As a matter of fact,

I remarked to Fane, our

leading man, about it.

He saw them,

as well, you know.

Why? Is it very unusual?

Unusual? I should say so.

It's an absolute miracle.

As I was saying to my wife,

I said, "Annie, we met--"

hold on, old boy. My cue.

Say, which of

the 2 women is this?

Mrs. Druid?

Oh. Ha ha ha.

You're unlucky this time,


This is Handell Fane,

100% he-woman.

mr. Fane's

our leading man.

I assure you,


I'm not

the other woman

in the case.

I know that, mr. Fane,

but I understand you saw

the 2 women together

last night.

Yes, just before

I left the theatre,

then I went straight

to my rooms.

Yes. Well, Ion Stewart

came with me.

He came and he wanted to

borrow some cigarettes.

He'd lost his case

or something,

and then I went

straight to bed.

Say, excuse me, I'm on.

Reginald, darling,

has that cat gone yet?

Ooh, it's you,

cousin Yettie.

Don't you dare to try

to run away from me.

Come here when

I speak to you.

No, no, you don't.

That's the bathroom.

Come here,

or are you afraid

of a poor, weak woman?

He promised

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Clemence Dane

Clemence Dane was the pseudonym of Winifred Ashton (21 February 1888 – 28 March 1965), an English novelist and playwright. more…

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