The Night Has Eyes

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.

Goodbye, bye.

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's 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.

Oh, I know you hated her youth and charm.

As deputy head of the school, I really must not...

Deputy head my deputy foot.

We're on holiday now.

Come on Marian, if we must go to Yorkshire,

we might as well catch the train.

Well, goodbye.

- Goodbye there. - Goodbye dear.

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's no lady.

Ow, oh, the things I do for glamour.

Can you imagine a man doing this for us?

We're in a Ladies Only. - I know.

And 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 travelling in a Ladies Only

on a train that's stiff 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.

Well then, all you have to do is to be taken ill,

and you're practically set.

Oh, don't be so ridic...

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.

Doris, what is it?

Hey, stop it you hear?

I'm a doctor, can I help?

Well, it isn't really necessary.

It's rather serious.

Oh?

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 gramme 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 grammes?

Why, where am I?

Who are you?

The name, Randall, profession, doctor.

Present intention, to get you out of here

and give you a nice cup of tea as quickly 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.

Now that's the sort of fate 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 realise it, but this is a Ladies Only.

That's one of the great advantages

of having MD after one's name.

They can get you into almost anywhere.

If you take my advice Miss,

you'll not go traipsing over at moors this afternoon.

Glass is falling, and weather might be a bit mucky.

Oh, that settles it.

No lady ever goes traipsing in mucky weather.

Thank you.

Why, hello.

Oh, hello.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just happened to be passing.

Oh, you just happened to be passing

pretty often, don't you?

It's a gift.

And what were you doing in the clink?

Just getting some details.

About the way Evelyn went

on her last walk across the moors?

Mm-hmm.

I wish you'd give up that idea, it's morbid.

I'm sorry Barry.

We've been discussing all that for the past three days.

All right, but at least let me drive you.

Only part of the way, you've got your work to do.

Well, they only call me in for births and deaths.

And the people around this place live to be 100.

What about births?

Very rare.

The husbands and wives don't get on so well together.

Hop in.

On my left, you have the Yorkshire Moors.

On my right, you have the Yorkshire Moors.

And if you wait 'til you get over the crest of that rise,

you'll have a magnificent view of the...

Of the Yorkshire Moors.

You must be psychic.

Barry, I think we'd better get out now.

Don't hold with it.

Big moors are no places for small girls.

Besides, the Copper was right.

The weather is going to be definitely mucky.

No good Barry, we're going.

Say that again, will you.

We're going?

No, the Barry part.

It always gives me a thrill.

Idiot.

Pardon me if I seem to interrupt the love scene

of the century, but when do we walk?

Now, will you stop here Barry?

Well, goodbye Barry.

And don't worry about the weather.

We'll be in Pensley long before nightfall.

Goodbye.

It's getting like pea soup.

And we should never have left the road.

And that divine scoutmaster said it was a shortcut.

Never trust divine scoutmasters.

It will pour in a minute.

Where do you think we are?

I don't know, I'll get the map.

This must be Pensley.

We're here by Puttock Hag.

What's a hag?

The local name for a bog.

Oh!

Doris, come back!

Help, help!

Marian, Marian!

Help!

Marian, Marian.

I'm sinking.

I'll get you out.

How far are you from solid ground?

It's not a yard away, but I can't get my feet out.

- Catch hold of this. - Help.

Marian, I'm slipping!

Hold tight!

Pull!

Hold tight!

Oh, oh!

My God I thought I was done for.

And I've lost my shoe.

It's a house.

And a man.

Come on.

We've lost our way and we're soaked to the skin.

And hungry as hell.

We nearly got in a bog.

Can you give us shelter?