Straw Dogs

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STRAW DOGS (1971)

[ Bell Tolling ]

[ Children Chattering, Laughing ]

dd [ Children Singing Nursery Rhyme ]

-[ Bell Continues Tolling ]

- [ Chattering, Laughing ]

dd[ Singing Continues ]

- Is that for us?

- No, it's for you.

- What is that?

- A mantrap.

[ Man ] They used to use it

for catching poachers.

[ Man ]

Hello, Amy.

- Hello, Charlie.

- Where do we put it, Mr. Sumner?

- Oh. Here in the back.

-[ Girl ] Oh, it's heavy, Mr. Sumner.

I'm surprised

you still remember me.

Where do we put it, Amy?

Anywhere you want.

It's your birthday present.

- [ Chuckling ] Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

-[ Girl ] Don't scratch it.

- Why are you surprised?

- How long has it been, Charlie?

- Three summer holidays in six years.

David, this is an old

friend of mine, Charlie Venner.

My husband, David Sumner.

- Mr. Venner.

- Please call me Charlie.

You work around here?

Sometimes.

- Will you give me a hand, please?

- Yeah.

- David's a mathematician.

- What are you going to catch?

- Peace and quiet.

- Oh, an arithmetic teacher.

- Well, uh--

-[ Amy ] No.

He's writing a book...

on the computer analysis

of the celestial--

Good try. Here, why don't you

put this in the trunk, Amy.

Let me.

Maybe, um, Charlie could

help us with the garage, David.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

This fellow Norman, uh--

- Scutt.

- Yes.

- He's, uh, taking forever.

- Me and Bobby'll do it

for you, Mr. Sumner.

Me and my cousin Bertie will be out

tomorrow. We'll get it up for you.

Yes? How much?

- Oh, reasonable.

- Okay, thank you.

- We're at--

- Back at Trencher's farm.

We'll be there, sir.

Good. Good.

Where are you going?

David?

- Where are you going?

- Cigarettes.

[ Whispers ]

Okay.

[ Door Closes ]

Uh, a couple of packs of

any American cigarettes, please.

- [ Honks ]

-[ Man ] Time, gentlemen, please.

Finish your drinkin', gentlemen.

Let me have your glasses.

[ Children Yelling, Chattering ]

[ Charlie ]

Henry Niles.

I thought he was to be put away.

Oh, we can take care

of our own here. Usually do.

Remember when

I took care of you, Amy?

But you didn't.

Remember?

There was once a time,

Mrs. Sumner...

when you were ready

to beg me for it.

Take your hands off me.

[ Cash Register Rings ]

Come on, gentlemen. Drink up.

Let me have your glasses, please.

[ Man ]

Bloody early, Harry.

Harry...

I think I should have another pint.

Sorry about my uncle, Harry.

I think he's a bit taken with drink.

Oh.

I do beg your pardon,

Mr. Harry Ware.

- I'll pay for

the American gentlemen's cigarettes.

- Oh, no, that's okay, I--

That's all right.

I got it, sir.

Garage coming along?

Norman fixing it up all right?

Yeah.

And I'll pay for the glass.

And I'll even pay for the little bit of

plaster to put on your bleedin' finger.

But I do think I should have

another pint to take me home.

The bar's closed, Tom.

- Come on, Tom.

- Oh. [ Chuckles ]

It is, is it?

We'll see about that.!

- [ Charlie ] Take it easy, old man!

- Old man, you say?

[ Giggling ]

[ Man ]

All right, Tom.

You've had your fun.

Pay the man and leave.

Ah.

Oh. [ Sighs ]

I do beg your pardon,

Mr. Magistrate.

But what I am, I am.

What's the damage, Harry?

Call it a quid, Tom.

Let's call it, uh...

30 bob.

Will that do then, eh, Major?

[ Blowing Raspberries ]

Go home, Tom, will you...

or you'll be up before me

on a fresh charge.

Come on, lads.

Work to be done.

- See you tonight, Harry.

- All right, Tom.

I showed him, eh, lads?

[ Laughing ]

Uh, they're paid for, sir.

They are now.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Horn Honking ]

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