
The Canterville Ghost
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1944
- 95 min
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"THE CANTERVILLE GHOST.
"UNIVERSALLY RENOWNED
AS THE MOST FEARSOME
IS THE NOTORIOUS GHOS "OF SIR SIMON DE CANTERVILLE.
"THIS REMARKABLE APPARITION
HAS MANIFESTED ITSELF
"IN A SPECTACULAR VARIETY
"EACH MORE AWE-INSPIRING
THAN THE OTHER,
"EXHIBITING THE SAME FLAIR
FOR THE THEATRICAL
"THAT REPUTEDLY CHARACTERIZED
SIR SIMON HIMSELF.
"THE ORIGIN OF THIS APPARITION,
DATES FROM A FATEFUL STAG HUN IN THE YEAR 1634... "
OUT OF THE WAY.
BELLMAN! BUGLER!
THRUST-HO,
SIR VALENTINE.
OW!
ANTHONY DE CANTERVILLE!
ANTHONY, WHAT HAVE I
DONE TO THEE?
IT'S MY ARM,
SIR VALENTINE.
THANK HEAVENS:
'TIS BUT THINE ARM.
WHY HIDEST THOU:
IN THE BRUSH:
LIKE A RABBIT?
I- I WAS PLUCKING
BLUEBELLS.
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
BLUEBELLS?
A MANFUL PURSUI FOR A CANTERVILLE
IN THE HUNTING SEASON?
MORE MANFUL THAN YOU WOULD
IMAGINE, SIR VALENTINE.
METHINKS 'TWAS
THE WRONG STAG:
WE FLUSHED.
MY BRIDE-TO-BE!
ELEANOR?
ELEANOR!
HOW COULDST THOU,
ELEANOR?
THOU ART PROMISED
TO ME.
PROMISED TO THEE
NO LONGER, SIR VALENTINE.
SHE WAS WED TO ME
AT YESTEREVE.
WED?
THOU DARE STEAL HER
FROM ME:
KNOWING:
SHE WAS PLEDGED?
YEA.
I SHALL EXPECT SATISFACTION
FROM THEE, SIR,
AT BOLTON MANOR:
WITHIN THE HOUR.
ANTHONY!
THOU WOULDST NO BE SO BOLD, SIR VALENTINE,
WERE I POSSESSED
OF MY GOOD RIGHT ARM.
HA HA HA!
A PRETTY EXCUSE:
SIMON!
MY BROTHER WILL:
GIVE THEE SATISFACTION.
SIMON, THE HONOR
OF THE CANTERVILLES
HAS BEEN QUESTIONED.
WHAT?
WHEREFORE DOST THY DAGGER
REEK WITH HIS BLOOD?
MY SWORD ARM IS PIERCED
TO THE BONE.
TAKE THOU MY SIGNET RING
WHO? ME?
WHO ELSE?
COME, COME, SIMON,
PICK UP THE GAUNTLE AND FLING IT IN HIS FACE.
WHOSE FACE?
SIR VALENTINE'S.
OH.
GIVE ME THY RING.
BUT 'TWAS ANTHONY
WHO RAN OFF WITH MY BETROTHED.
HE DANCED.
HE SHOULD PAY:
THE PIPER.
A CANTERVILLE:
HAS BEEN SLIGHTED.
AND BY ONE:
OF AN UPSTART BROOD,
HONORED SCARCE:
200 YEARS.
I CHOOSE THE WEAPON
OF CHIVALRY-
THE LANCE.
THE LANCE?
YEA.
I'LL TEACH THEE
WHAT KEEPS:
THE POPINJAY?
MY GAUNTLETS,
DUNDERHEAD.
LIKE A CAPON ON A SPIT.
THERE HE IS, SIR.
HMM?
THERE, SIR.
WHERE IS THINE ARMOR,
VALENTINE?
ALACK, SIR SIMON, I SUFFERED
THE MOST DREADFUL MISHAP.
HA HA HA!
SO I FELT OBLIGED
TO GIVE WAY TO MY COUSIN,
THE BOLD SIR GUY.
SHALL WE BE ON:
WITH THE MERRIMENT,
MY NOBLE MARSHAL?
BUT FAITH, VALENTINE,
IT WAS YOU-
AH, A KINSMAN
IS A KINSMAN.
SOUND THE ORDER:
OF COMBAT.
MAY THE RIGHT PREVAIL.
SIR SIMON!
HE'S BREAKING OFF.
COWARD!
AFTER HIM, SIR GUY!
FETCH HIM BACK:
ON YOUR LANCE!
AYE! HARPOON HIM!
HOIST HIM HIGH!
POLTROON!
I TELL THEE:
'TIS NO DISGRACE, MY SON.
BE THANKFUL THOU HAS A BROTHER TO WEAR THY SIGNET,
AND SUCH:
A CHIVALROUS BROTHER.
I RECALL THE DAY I WORE
MY BROTHER EDWARD'S SIGNE BEFORE GOOD QUEEN BESS.
HOUR IN THIS VERY ARMOR.
BY SAINT PETER:
OF THE FETTERS.
SIMON MUST GO A LONG WAY
TO EXCEL THAT!
WHERE IS HE?
WHO?
THAT LILY-LIVERED
SON OF YOURS:
WHO SKITTERED OFF
IN TERROR BEFORE THE LANCE.
COWARDICE? IN ONE
WHO BEARS ON HIS NECK
THE BIRTHMARK OF THE
CANTERVILLES? HA! PREPOSTEROUS!
OOH, IS IT?
HA HA!
THEN WHAT MIGHT BE LURKING
IN YON ALCOVE?
A FAT QUAIL, PERCHANCE?
NO SON OF MINE:
COWERS IN ANY ALCOVE.
NO? THEN MILORD
CAN ASSUREDLY:
HAVE NO OBJECTION
TO THE SEALING UP
OF THE DOOR:
WITH:
STONE AND MORTAR.
I MOST CERTAINLY CAN!
I'VE TOO GREAT A REGARD
FOR MY HOUSE.
FOR YOUR HOUSE,
MILORD,
OR YOUR SON?
GILES, THOMAS!
FETCH THE STONEMASONS!
HASTEN!
HAVE WE NOT HAD ENOUGH
OF THIS PLAY-ACTING,
SIR VALENTINE?
ONE NEVER LEAVES
THE THEATER, MILORD,
UNTIL THE CURTAIN
HAS FALLEN.
AH!
CONTINUE.
FATHER!
IT IS I,
THY SON.
FORSOOTH,
A FAT QUAIL INDEED.
OR WAS IT THE WIND THA WHISTLED DOWN THE FLUE?
I HEARD NO SOUND.
SPARE ME! SPARE ME!
POSE THE LAST STONE.
POSE IT, I SAY!
BUT, MILORD,
LEAVE MY HOUSE!
IT IS THY SON!
GO!
SIMON DE CANTERVILLE,
BECAUSE THOU HAS SHAMED THY HERITAGE
AND DISHONORED:
THY PROUD BLOOD,
IN THAT TOMB:
SHALL LIE:
THY WHITED BONES,
AND MAY THY CRAVEN SPIRI WALK THE HALLS
OF CANTERVILLE CASTLE
UNTIL A KINSMAN:
SHALL WEAR THY SIGNET...
AND PERFORM FOR THEE
THE BRAVE DEED:
FOR THY KINSMAN.
"THUS GOES THE LEGEND
OF THE CANTERVILLE GHOST.
"AND TODAY,
"CANTERVILLE CASTLE STANDS
SILENT AND DESERTED-
"A MUTE, FOREBODING MONUMEN TO THE FEARSOME PHANTOM
WHO STALKS:
THOSE SILENT HALLS."
AAH! AAH!
AUNTIE! AUNTIE!
I JUST SAW:
THE GHOST!
THE GHOST? WHERE?
ON THE ROOF:
OF THE CASTLE.
OH, THAT WAS
THE TINSMITH, DARLING.
OH!
I ASKED MR. PEABODY
TO ENGAGE HIM:
TO MEND:
THE WATERSPOUTS.
OH. BUT WHY, AUNTIE?
NOBODY LIVES THERE.
JESSICA, WE'RE TURNING
THE CASTLE OVER:
TO A PLATOON:
OF AMERICAN SOLDIERS.
AMERICAN SOLDIERS?
BUT, GOOD GRACIOUS,
CASTLE WHEN IT'S HAUNTED?
YOUR FAMILY DID, DARLING,
TILL 20 YEARS AGO.
I KNOW,
BUT, AUNTIE-
AHEM!
WE'RE READY
TO LEAVE NOW, MA'AM.
THE HELPERS:
HAVE ARRIVED?
THEY'LL MEET US
AT THE CASTLE, MA'AM.
YOU'RE GOING,
AUNTIE?
OF COURSE.
GUESTS ARE COMING.
NOBLESSE OBLIGE.
MADAME, THERE'S SURE
TO BE A DOWNPOUR.
I'M AFRAID
THERE WILL BE.
YOU KNOW,
AUNTIE,
YOU'RE NOT WELL.
OH, VERY WELL.
EXTEND MY REGRETS
TO THE SOLDIERS:
AND TELL THEM:
I'LL COME TO SEE THEM
AS SOON AS I'M ABLE.
YES, MA'AM.
AUNTIE,
WHAT DOES IT MEAN-
NOBLESSE OBLIGE?
OH, THAT'S JUS AN EXPRESSION, DARLING.
BUT WHA DOES IT MEAN?
YOU WERE GOING OU BECAUSE OF IT.
NOBLESSE OBLIGE:
IS FRENCH.
IT MEANS-WELL, YOU'RE
LADY JESSICA DE CANTERVILLE,
AND I'M THE HONORABLE
MRS. POLVERDINE.
THOSE OF US WHO ARE NOBLY BORN
MUST PROVE THEMSELVES WORTHY OF I BY BEING EVER KIND
AND GRACIOUS:
AND THOUGHTFUL:
FOR OTHERS,
AND BY LIVING:
NOT TO TAKE,
BUT TO GIVE.
THAT IS OUR OBLIGATION.
SO, WHEN GUESTS ARRIVE,
WHY, WE MUST WELCOME THEM
AND SEE THAT THEY ENJOY
THEIR STAY WITH US.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND,
CHILD?
YES.
AUNTIE, THESE AMERICANS,
WILL THEY BE:
COWBOYS AND INDIANS?
SOME OF THEM,
I DARE SAY.
TO MAKE INDIANS WELCOME?
JESSICA! YOU'RE NO THINKING OF GOING.
YES. SOMEONE SHOULD
MAKE OUR GUESTS WELCOME.
BUT AREN'T YOU
AFRAID OF THE GHOST?
YES, AUNTIE.
AND YOU STILL THINK
YES, AUNTIE. IT IS
MY CASTLE, ISN'T IT?
YOU'RE ONLY 6,
DARLING.
I KNOW, BUT, AUNTIE,
NOBLESSE OBLIGE.
IT-IT STARTS WHEN
YOU'RE BORN, DOESN'T IT?
RUN ALONG, THEN.
THANK YOU, AUNTIE.
OH!
STAY CLOSE:
TO MRS. UMNEY.
DON'T WORRY
ABOUT ME, AUNTIE.
GHOSTS ALMOST NEVER
COME OUT IN THE DAYTIME.
OK, EVERYBODY,
WE'RE MOVING IN!
WELCOME TO CANTERVILLE
CASTLE, GENTLEMEN.
THANK YOU.
HELLO, MISTER.
SOME SPREAD.
PLEASED TO MEET YOU.
WHAT A PLACE!
HELLO.
HIYA,
MR. CANTERVILLE.
WHY-
WOW! PIPE THE GUY
IN THE TIN SUIT.
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