The Night Has Eyes

Synopsis: Two teachers, man-hungry Doris and restrained Marian, visit the Yorkshire moors a year after friend Evelyn disappeared there. On a stormy night, they take refuge in the isolated cottage of Stephen, one-time pianist shellshocked in the Spanish Civil War. Doris flees as soon as the flood subsides; but Marian's suspicions about Evelyn's fate, in conflict with her growing love for Stephen, prompt her to stay on among the misty bogs.
Director(s): Leslie Arliss
Production: Associated British Picture Corporation
62 min


Very well, girls. Have a happy holiday

and goodbye until next term.

You may go now.

Miss Ives.

Yes, dear?

Will you be taking us for next term?

I hope so, Muriel.

Happy holiday, Miss Ives.




Come on Marian,

let's get out of this dump.

Carne House is not a dump.

If you were a real teacher ..

Thank heavens I'm not.

It's bad enough being Games Mistress.

I sometimes wonder

what is your favourite game.

If you really want to know, it is one

I couldn't possibly teach the kids.

Miss Drake.

It's Golf.

I suppose you two are

off on some gay adventure.

We would if I had my way.

We were offered rooms at Bridgepool.

The place is absolutely

crawling with Air Force boys.

But no. Marian insists on

going to the Yorkshire moors.

The moors?

You're .. you're not going to

where poor Evelyn was lost?

Yes. We are.

Well, I don't know how

you have the courage.

When I think of Evelyn,

lost on those awful moors.

Being dragged down into

one of those dreadful bogs.

Rubbish .. it's more

likely she met some man.

And went off with him.

That's a lie.

Miss Ives.

It's not the first time you've made

rotten insinuations about Evelyn.

I know you hated her youth and charm.

As deputy head of the school, I must ..

Deputy head, my deputy foot.

We're on holiday now.

Come on Marian, if we must go to

Yorkshire, we might just catch the train.

Well .. goodbye.

Goodbye, Ives.

So long, playmates.

Don't do anything your

mothers warned you not to.

You mustn't be hard on the girl.

Remember, she isn't English.

She is no lady.


The things I do for glamour.

Can you imagine a man doing this for us?

We're in a "Ladies Only".

I know.

And do you mean you deliberately let me

get into this without a word of warning?

The other carriages were all so crowded.

Marian Ives.

You may be able to make me give up a

perfectly good holiday in Bridgepool ..

To go to your blasted, forsaken moors.

But if you think I'm traveling in a

Ladies Only on a train thick with men ..

Did you see that?

If it hadn't been for that stupid

sign, he'd have come in.

A friend of yours?

Well .. I did kind of .. notice him.

I heard one of his

friends call him "doctor".

That's it.

All you have to do is to be taken ill,

and you're perfectly set.

Oh, don't be so ridiculous ..




Oh ..

Doris, what is it?

Hey, stop it! Do you hear?

I'm a doctor. Can I help?

Well, it isn't really necessary.

It's looks rather serious.


Hmm. Only one thing for it.

We'll have to inject strychnine.

Strychnine? Isn't that rather dangerous?

Oh, rather. Kill .. or cure.

Now let me see .. I'm not certain

whether it's a third of a gram or .03.

You know, I always get muddled

up between fractions and decimals.

Oh well, we'll just

have to trust to luck.

Do you know, I believe

it was three grams?

Why, where am I?

Who are you?

The name:
Randal. Profession: Doctor.

Present intention: get you out of here.

Get you a cup of tea as soon as possible.

Now, we're quite close to the

dining car. It's just along on the left.

It's awfully kind of you, Doctor.

I hate wasting your time.

Don't worry. You won't.

Oh, doctor.

Now, off you go.

Aren't you coming with me?

I might easily faint again.

That's the sort of faint you never

have twice .. with the same doctor.

I am grateful to your friend. I was

wondering how I could introduce myself.

And you don't seem to have

made the most of your chance.

I'm doing my best.

Doctor, you may not realize it,

but this is a "Ladies Only."

That's one of the great advantages

of having "MD" after one's name.

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