In late Victorian London lived many detectives who were the rivals of Sherlock Holmes.

[ Hooves clopping ] Mr. Carnacki, I've come to you because... because I love my daughter, and I will not let her die.

And you've got to help... if you can.

You're a professional ghost hunter or ghost layer.

CARNACKI: Ghost detective.

Yes.

Well, I've got a ghost for you to get rid of.

At Hisgins Hall, East Lancashire.

You know.

I got your remarkably terse telegram here.

Urgent appointment midday Tuesday, Hisgins.

-Unusual name.

-HISGINS: Yes.

Hisgins Hall, the home of the Invisible Horse.

You know the old story, then.

It's well-known in my sort of circle.

I never thought of it coming my way.

Nor did we.

The last time it appeared was, what -- 100 years ago?

100 years ago.

Until now.

This is the first time in 100 years that my family has had a girl as its firstborn -- first and only born.

Ah, yes, the horse only appeared, if an invisible horse can be said to appear, when the firstborn girl...

Grew up and announced her engagement, as Mary did last week to Charles Beaumont.

He's a fine fellow.

Look, I am not going to let my daughter die as those other girls did.

In the 17th and 18th centuries, four times the eldest child was a girl.

Each became engaged.

Each died before she could be married.

Two, I think, by suicide.

One of a broken heart.

And one was found killed in the park.

-Yes.

-As if by the kick of a horse.

Yes.

It could have been something else.

The broken heart could have been heart failure, a sudden shock induced by fright.

But what frightened them, eh?

That's it.

Each time the records show neighings, hoofbeats in the house, the sound of galloping of an unseen horse.

HISGINS: Oh, damn it, man!

This is the 20th century!

Only just.

I am not going to let my daughter die.

Is that clear?

Very clear.

If it is a ghost, then you must...exorcise it.

And quickly!

Tell me what you've seen or heard so far.

Well, it was the night Mary announced her engagement to Beaumont.

The two of them were going through the lower corridor together just after dusk, before the lamps had been lighted.

[ Horse neighing ] [ Horse galloping ] It was a horse, all right.

It damn near broke Beaumont's arm!

Could it have been a real horse?

I searched the whole place.

There wasn't a sign of one.

Nothing!

The stables, they were all shut in, none of them missing.

I was in the gun room when it kicked Beaumont.

I heard it all from there.

The neighing, Mary's scream, and the sound of the hooves.

By the time I got out in the hall, it was all over.

But I heard it!

There's no question about that!

Drumble gives a good account of the history.

Oh, yes, I know.

I helped him with that.

I'm sure.

Well, he's a funny fellow, huh?

I didn't take to him.

That's why I've come to you.

In those days, if I have it right, a number of people said they heard the horse.

HISGINS: Yes.

But the only one it attacked, or frightened to death, was the girl herself.

HISGINS: Yes.

But your horse attacked Mr. Beaumont.

What?

Lieutenant Beaumont, RN.

Attacked Lieutenant Beaumont.

Well, I suppose Mary jumped back.

Beaumont must have thrown out his arms to protect her.

Can a supernatural presence miss its aim?

Well, you're the expert!

You tell me.

I would have expected the horse to manifest itself to your daughter when she was alone.

It did -- three nights later in the middle of the night.

[ Growling ] [ Barking ] [ Chiming ] [ Whimpering and howling ] [ Horse neighing ] Aah!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Mary!

CHARLES: Darling.

It was in here!

[ Gasps ] Oh!

CARNACKI: The neighing of the horse.

HISGINS: Yes.

CARNACKI: As in the old stories.

HISGINS: Yes.

Could it have been... imagination?

I was in the cavalry.

I do not suffer from imagination.

Look, we both heard it!

And so did she, but she heard it in her room!

I'd move her room -- move her out of the place if it'd make any difference -- shut up the place and take her to Italy, but -- But history says the horse followed the girl wherever she went.

Yes.

I think I'd better come down to Hisgins Hall as soon as possible.

Now?

Today?

Tomorrow.

I have some preparations to make.

Mr. Carnacki, sir?

Yes.

MAN: Right.

Oh, Carnacki!

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

-Have a good trip?

-Very reasonable.

[ Chuckles ] Is this stuff all yours?

My preparations.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

Is it all to go in your room, sir?

Yes.

[ Speaking indistinctly ] Oh.

Oh, here we are.

I expect you'd like to make yourself decent.

Then you can meet the rest of -- Ah, here's one of them now.

This is my sister Cordelia.

Mr. Carnacki?

CARNACKI: How do you do?

It's no good asking me any questions.

I'm as deaf as a post without my ear trumpet.

Can't hear a thing.

[ Chuckling ] Well, at least it hasn't affected my aim.

I think it's absolute swank beating us left-handed.

Ambidextrous.

I thought that was why you loved me.

I don't love you at all at this moment.

31 this break so far.

[ Billiard balls clack ] 33.

And no nerves.

They knocked those out of me when I was a midshipman.

That's not true.

I'm steady as the Rock of Gibraltar.

Wasn't very steady last night.

No, I'd forgotten last night.

What happened last night?

Oh, Mary and I were in the drawing room with her aunt.

Chaperone, as you are now.

Except that Aunt Cordelia is marvelously deaf.

[ Laughs ] Well, we got to talking, and time passed, you know.

I suddenly realized I hadn't changed for dinner.

So I went out into the hall to go up to my room.

[ Horse nickers, hoof stamps ] [ Horse nickering, hoof stamping ] [ Nickering and stamping stop ] [ Dog howling ] [ Horse galloping away ] I didn't hear it.

And, of course, Aunt Cordelia didn't.

Yeah, well, I was petrified.

Well, so would I have been.

I'm sorry you told me.

Doors have been known to slam.

Oh, yeah.

Handles do stick sometimes when the sneck catches.

Yes, they do.

As for the horse -- I believe I heard it as much as I believe anything.

Pot the red.

MARY: [ Laughs ] At least you haven't been frightened away.

What do you mean?

In the old days, it seems that the haunting of the girls was so frightening, three, if not four, of their lovers broke off the engagement and fled.

[ Scoffs ] Well, I'd love to break off my engagement, but Mary won't let me.

[ Chuckling ] You beast!

20th-century woman.

Very strong-minded, you know.

[ Laughs ] Anyway, from now on, I'm going to protect myself with this.

Charles?

Ambidextrous, fortunately.

Now, if I pot the red, and my ball goes on to make a cannon... You'll win, you rotter.

Don't I always?

Oh.

[ Laughs ] Can I get you anything else, sir?

Nightcap -- whiskey and soda?

-I'll get it for you.

-Thank you.

Everybody seems to have gone to bed.

Well, you better cut along to bed, too, Mary.

Good night, Mr. Carnacki.

I'm very glad you're here.

Oh, thank you.

Good night, Charles.

Good night, Mary.

I'll stand here while you get up to your room.

Don't worry about the lamps.

March will see to those.

Good night.

[ Hooves clack ] [ Hooves stomping ] [ Horse neighing ] Mary, go up to your room.

Lock your door.

[ Horse nickering ] Either it's a ghost or it isn't.

This is in case it isn't.

[ Stomping and nickering continue ] Where is it?

[ Muttering ] -March!

-Huh?

-You got a weapon?

-Well, no, sir.

Well, stay out of this!

But we -- Yes, sir.

All right, all right.

Keep back.

I'm going to see what's in there.

So am I.

[ Horse neighs ] [ Hooves stomping ] God, it's coming through the door!

[ Neighing resumes ] [ Gunshots ] [ Horse trotting ] [ Horse neighing ] It's going after Mary!

[ Horse nickering, trotting away ] [ Tapping ] Find anything?

Nothing.

I told you you wouldn't.

The only trace of what happened in here last night...

The four bullet holes in the door, I'm afraid.

HISGINS: Well, you did the right thing.

CHARLES: It would seem you can't shoot ghosts, wouldn't it, Carnacki?

It is well to try to shoot them if only to prove that they are ghosts.

You mean sometimes they're not?

Sometimes.

People fooling about?

Not exactly fooling.

Well, you tell me how someone made the sound of a horse in here when there was no one in here.

And in the hall when there was no one but us in the hall!

I can't.

Carnacki, what are you going to do about this?!

Captain Hisgins, could I have a word with you in private?

Forgive me, Beaumont.

Yes, of course.

I'll go and find Mary.

I presume we are free of the horse till dark.

Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

All the more reason for finding Mary.

Yes.

Look, Carnacki, you know what you got to do.

-Get rid of the ghost.

-Yes.

-For your daughter's sake.

-Yes.

Not for Beaumont's sake.

What?

Why?

Captain Hisgins, you love your daughter.

Well, yes, of course I do.

Are you quite certain you want to see her married to Charles Beaumont, RN?

What are you talking about?

Are you sure you wouldn't rather she remained here with you, unmarried, forever?

Are you mad or what?

I'm not mad.

I am perfectly certain.

Thank you, Captain Hisgins.

I apologize for my questions.

I hope you understand why I ask them.

Yes, I've a good idea.

It seemed to me that we might be dealing with an induced haunting -- a kind of simulation of someone's mental concepts.

Huh?

I can't put it any clearer than that without going into a long lecture about thought induction.

Like, um... a poltergeist, you mean?

Something like a poltergeist.

Yes, and they would be the thoughts of someone who... didn't want Mary to get married.

Yes.

I can't think of anyone.

Then my theory is a bad one.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

But I urge you to get your daughter married as soon as possible.

Tomorrow!

Beaumont could go up to London and get a special license.

[ Laughs ] Well, Cordelia won't like that.

She's been looking forward to the whole fandango -- bridesmaids, pages, marquee on the lawn and so forth.

Well, so is Mary, come to that.

I believe that when she's married, the haunting will cease.

Yes, I do see your point.

If I'm wrong, if the haunting goes on, then at least Beaumont will have the right to remain with her all the time -- day and night.

-And... -MARY: Father?

...if any human being can protect her, he can.

I better call a family council.

-Please.

-Yeah.

-Father?

-Hmm?

Harry's here.

-Harry?!

-[ Laughing ] Yes.

Is he?

Oh, good.

Oh, Carnacki, come and meet my nephew.

Good to see you again.

HISGINS: Harry!

My dear boy, how are you?

Bursting with health, sir -- ready for anything.

-You got my wire?

-Yes, this morning.

I had to stop in Manchester last night.

I couldn't get a train straight through, so here I am.

Yeah, delighted to see you.

Just show me this horse.

I'll soon make it jump through a hoop.

Oh, Harry, I don't think you know Mr. Carnacki.

My favorite cousin -- Harry Parsket.

How do you do?

Mr. Carnacki?

The famous ghost catcher?

Not particularly famous.

Indeed, you are.

The morning papers are full of you.

And not to mention the evening papers.

The papers love a good ghost story.

Oh, so do I.

More than anything.

It's just that -- Well, I hope you won't mind my mentioning this, but I always think they belong on the fiction shelf.

Don't you?

[ Indistinct conversations ] What is Harry saying, Robert?

-He's say-- Oh.

-Oh.

He's saying that he doesn't believe in ghosts.

No more do I. I never have, and I never shall.

Thank you, Aunt Cordelia.

I'm glad I have one supporter.

I can't believe a real ghost would want to harm Mary.

Exactly.

She's always been so good with horses.

HARRY: Carnacki, honestly, it often turns out to be a jolly joker, doesn't it?

Sometimes.

I'd like to meet the jolly joker who cracked my arm.

Yes, well, that was carrying it a bit far.

I suppose he doesn't like you.

Well, I can't say I'm overkeen on him.

[ Laughter ] But apart from all that, it's like amateur theatricals.

You know, a couple of... coconut shells.

The neighing in my room, that was not coconut shells.

Chap's a ventriloquist.

MARY: The horse was in my room.

HARRY: You imagined it was.

I mean, I could do it myself with a bit of practice.

-HISGINS: Oh, come, now.

-MARY: Don't be silly.

Well, do you remember those marvelous shows we used to do at Christmas in the old nursery?

-Oh, yes!

-Good gracious, yeah.

Oh, you are terrible at it.

-How dare you say that?

-He was.

I was absolutely marvelous.

Now, Mr. Carnacki, would you mind -- Watch -- Now, watch this.

Here, honest.

What are you -- HARRY: Can you tell me?

Can you tell me?

Can you tell me?

MARY: [ Laughs ] Why did the chicken cross the road?

HISGINS: I don't know.

Why does a chicken cross the road?

Because he wants to get to the other side.

He was always terrible.

HARRY: Well, I shan't believe in this horse until I see it.

Will you believe in it if the camera sees it?

Oh, you mean like a séance, spirit photographs, all that cheesecloth coming out of the medium's mouth?

Sometimes the camera sees things that would seem very strange to the ordinary human eye.

Would you like me to help you?

I mean, I'm rather a dab hand at photography.

Oh, good.

Miss Hisgins.

May I borrow you for an hour this afternoon?

Yes, of course.

It's just an experiment.

I'd like to take some photographs of you and your surroundings.

Would you look into the lens?

That's the little thing at the front -- Little round -- Yes.

That's exactly what I want.

And watch the birdie.

At the foot of the stairs.

In a pose, applying top spin?

-[ Chuckles ] -If you like.

Come on, Mary.

Undefeated Lady's Champion of East Lancashire.

[ Laughs ] Now, hold it.

Don't dare move.

Oh.

[ Chuckles ] Well, have you snapped any horses?

I won't know until I've developed them.

If you have, we'll have them framed on the grand piano.

[ Chuckling ] Oh, Harry.

-Miss Hisgins?

-Yes?

May I try one more?

Yes, of course.

Where?

In the cellar.

I don't normally go in the cellar.

It's very dark, infernally cobwebby.

Yeah, that's just the point.

You see, if the ghost horse exists, it's part of your personality wherever you go.

Well, so far, it's only manifested itself in the dark.

In the house now, it's daylight, but in the cellar, there is a certain artificial darkness, if you feel brave enough.

[ Chuckling ] I'm not afraid.

I myself wouldn't mind a little extra companionship, however.

Would you see if you can find Beaumont?

Of course.

Oh.

Ohh!

I'm glad I haven't got March's job, as fond as I am of a glass of wine.

CARNACKI: Put that lantern down over there, will you, Parsket?

And then give Beaumont a hand with the background.

CHARLES: Oh, what is this thing, Carnacki?

HARRY: Ordinary black screen CARNACKI: Treated with a special preparation.

I'll give you the chemical formula if you like.

Spare us.

We wouldn't understand.

It does sometimes give good results.

Long-legged beasties.

[ Chuckles ] Something like that.

Where do you want it?

Unfold it exactly where you are, please.

Miss Hisgins, would you stand in front of it, facing towards me?

Any long-legged things around here?

I don't mind ghosts, but I do detest spiders.

MARY: Here?

That's exactly what I want.

Let us all hope the experiment will be a resounding failure.

I'm afraid that the flashlight in here will be rather dazzling.

Are you ready, Miss Hisgins?

Ready.

[ Horse neighing ] Oh!

Aah!

Get her out of here!

Quickly!

[ Crying ] Oh.

Extraordinary thing!

Hold the lantern up higher.

You look a bit odd.

If I look anything like you... [ Chuckles ] Beastly noise.

I hated it.

Walk around with me a way.

Damn it!

I'm trembling.

I'll come back with some more light.

If you don't mind, without me.

I feel rather an inclination to join the others.

So you're beginning to believe in the horse at last?

Shall we say my disbelief is somewhat shaken?

CARNACKI: Nothing so far.

-I'm happy to say.

-Last one.

-The cellar one?

-Yes.

Nothing there, either.

I'll give you five to one in sovereigns.

No takers.

Look.

What?

I don't believe it.

-Why not?

-Do you?

I believe I can see something like the shape of a horse's hoof.

[ Chuckling ] It was that damn screen of yours.

-No.

-Specially prepared background.

The screen wasn't above her head.

You faked the plate, then.

I don't fake things.

HARRY: No.

No, of course you don't.

Profuse apologies.

Not at all.

It's just that I'm an awful cynic.

What did you think the noise was, then, in the cellar?

I decided afterwards... our own fears.

That may be part of the truth, too.

I think Harry's quite right.

Except that I think it was... my fear.

I said I wasn't afraid of going into the cellar, but I was.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You should have told me.

I would not have insisted.

I thought it wrong to be afraid.

I'll go down there and prove that I'm not.

Soldier's daughter.

But I was frightened.

And when your flashlamp went off, I was terrified.

And in my terror, in that split second, I imagined the horse.

But it wasn't your terror that cracked my arm the other day.

But it was.

I turned round and screamed.

If I hadn't... [ Clock chiming ] -Yeah.

-Mary, dear.

It's time we left the men to their port.

I'll join you in a moment, Aunt Cordelia.

And you must get to bed early if you're going to be married tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?

-Yes.

I didn't bring my togs for being a wedding guest.

[ Chuckles ] I held a family council just before dinner.

Your Aunt Cordelia had no idea what I was talking about, but she agreed anyway.

So I'm off to London at the crack of dawn.

-Special license?

-Yes.

Oh.

How romantic.

HISGINS: I'll send a message down to the rectory tomorrow.

-Still old Probert?

-Yes.

Afraid that will take any romance out of the occasion.

[ Imitating Probert ] "Dearly beloved, we are... gathered together in the sight --" What's the next word?

-Charles?

-Hmm?

Charles, I want to go for a walk in the park.

Will you come with me?

Well, yes, of course, if... Miss Hisgins, I do advise against it.

Charles, we're to be married tomorrow.

Will you come with me?

Gladly.

I'm sorry about the "if."

Miss Hisgins, it is very dark outside.

I do advise you to stay in the house.

If the horse can follow me anywhere, what does it matter where I am?

I think you have part of the truth, but not all.

I know that if I evade the danger by getting married, I'll feel myself a coward for the rest of my life, and so will you, Charles.

I'm ready.

I beg of you.

Mr. Carnacki, it's very good of you to come down here to protect me, but I've decided.

I don't want to be protected.

I would agree with you if I was certain that the enemy's only the invisible horse of the old stories.

I am not certain.

I think there is something else.

Charles, may we go?

CHARLES: Yes, of course.

-Captain Hisgins.

-HISGINS: Let them go.

You're an old soldier.

You know better than I do.

There are times when it's wise to be afraid.

I said let them go.

Thank you, Father.

But, Mary... And none of you is to follow us.

I think with your permission, sir... Oh, sit down, Harry.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of disobeying Mary.

It's just that I've got a peashooter in my room.

German model.

It fits very snugly in the pocket.

I thought I might trod off and get it.

Hmm.

All right.

I mean, even if we can't shoot holes in the horse, but it might be possible with your...something else.

I shan't be long.

I admire your motives.

I doubt your wisdom.

You with your knowledge and Charles Beaumont with his pistol couldn't stop that horse from coming through that billiard-room door.

She's a good girl.

I'm proud of her.

Now, pass the port.

[ Dog barking ] [ Laughs ] [ Indistinct shouting ] Sir, it's Miss Mary, sir.

Out in the park -- the horse!

What?!

Parsket!

Parsket!

Come on!

Come on!

[ Indistinct shouting ] Nothing here, I say!

Seen anything around there?

I think they might be around here.

We've got to try the other side.

[ Horse neighing ] Over there!

This way.

[ Dog barking ] What's that?

Mary?

Nothing here.

Quickly, men!

Quickly!

Mary!

Mary!

HARRY: Carnacki!

-Have you found them?!

-No.

What is it?

What's happened?

-HISGINS: Mary!

-MARY: Father!

Over there!

Father!

Over here!

Quickly!

Mary!

[ Crying ] Father?

Mary.

Mary, are you all right?

Gently, now.

Gently.

Put him down here.

Easy.

It's nasty, but by no means fatal.

How do you feel?

Like a rather giddy goat.

Well, a live goat at least.

The doctor will be here in about five minutes.

Oh, thank you, March.

Good.

He can admire my handiwork.

When horses smite you on the brow... Was it the horse?

I owe you an apology, Mr. Carnacki.

Was it the horse?

We were coming from the West Lodge through the trees when we heard it galloping towards us.

We couldn't see it.

We couldn't see anything, just the sound of the hooves coming closer and closer.

So we stood there.

And, then, suddenly... [ Horse hooves stomp ] Aah!

[ Horse neighing ] Aah!

[ Hooves thud ] You...saw it?

The head.

The head of a great horse.

[ Bell tolling ] Just the head and hooves?

It came on us so quickly out of the trees.

Even though you were staring in the direction of the galloping sound?

It was dark.

And I'm not quite sure it came from the same direction.

I'm sorry we're such bad witnesses.

People who've just had a nasty shock are not the best possible witnesses.

Do you think it's possible that the horse could -- Dissociate its sound?

-Displace it?

-Yes.

Perhaps.

Please.

Stay outside the pentacle.

MARY: [ Chuckling ] Oh, I do feel dreadfully odd sitting inside this thing.

It must seem rather foolish.

Yet I have known cases where people stepped outside a pentacle.

And lived to regret it?

And did not live.

Can this thing really protect me?

Whether a pentacle can really ward off manifestations...

Yes.

Sometimes.

What time is it?

It's... 5:00 just before dawn.

Please try to sleep.

I can't sleep for worrying about Charles.

I... have drawn a pentacle around him, too.

Parsket's sitting up with him.

Dear Harry.

CARNACKI: You've known him all your life, I suppose.

Mm.

He was brought up with me here.

He's like a brother to me.

Well, I shall be greatly relieved... for more than one sake when you're safely married.

You mean Charles is in danger, too?

I believe in greater danger than you are.

I don't understand.

I hope you won't need to.

I shall break the habit of a lifetime and dance at your wedding.

[ Chuckles ] I...hope so.

You haven't seen my dancing.

Oh, darling.

What a rush.

Well, I've got it.

All legal and aboveboard, our names on it and everything.

Oh.

I see you're not dressed.

Or are you getting married like that?

[ Chuckling ] I don't care.

Where's the rector?

I want to show him this just to convince him.

Darling, he's been called away.

What?

He won't be back till tomorrow.

[ Clock chiming ] I'll have him thrown out.

-And the bishop, too.

-Yes.

Any bishop who fails to reply to an abusive telegram -- -It's not funny, Harry!

-No, I agree.

Sorry.

I'm just trying to cheer things up.

Mr. Carnacki, I have great trust in you.

Thank you.

You must tell us what to do, and we will do it.

HISGINS: Yes.

Is it a case for firearms, do you think?

With the invisible horse, I think we can resist its intimidation sheerly by using the full force of our personalities by standing in its path and defying it with the whole of our strength.

HARRY: So, no firearms.

But with the horse that becomes visible, the horse that attacked Beaumont, if that comes along, I think we must be ready for it in more ways than one.

Yes, firearms.

Well, I've got mine.

Yeah.

I prefer my sword.

Well, I've got my peashooter, but it is rather tiny.

I wonder if I might borrow one of your shotguns, Uncle, if I may?

Certainly.

Mr. Carnacki?

-I haven't got a gun.

-But you must.

I'm not much of a hand with them, I'm afraid.

Perhaps nothing will happen at all.

I think we all feel something will.

Not afraid, Mary?

Premonition has nothing to do with fear.

What's your premonition, Carnacki?

I have only fear that...someone... will be destroyed.

And no one is to get undressed.

I'll rig up a cord to your bell.

If I pull it from the bedroom corridor, you and the footmen come running with lanterns.

Yes, sir.

-Parsket?

-Hmm?

You'll help me to rig up a bell cord, won't you?

Yes, of course.

Now?

No, later.

If, for any reason, the bell doesn't work, I'll blow this whistle.

If you hear it -- [ Whistle blows ] ...same thing as for the bell.

-I understand, sir.

-Thank you, March.

And no one is to be afraid.

I understand that, too, sir.

2:00 yet?

It's, uh... [ Indistinct talking in distance ] ...10 minutes to.

I don't look at mine.

It always disappoints me.

There's somebody talking in there.

Hello?

Are you all right in there?

Yes, Harry.

HARRY: You don't want this door locked, do you?

No.

HARRY: I'll just make sure it's not.

Oh, thank you, Harry.

[ Door rattling ] HARRY: No.

No, that's all right.

-[ Thudding ] -Oh!

What?

Harry?

Nothing.

It's just me tripping up.

[ Laughing ] [ Grunts ] I say.

I just tripped over the bell cord.

So I noticed.

My foot gave it a rather hefty tug.

Oh.

-The bell didn't ring.

-That's right.

-But would you have heard it?

-Oh, yes, we practiced.

Probably a kink in the cord somewhere.

I better go and have a look.

I don't know how you do it.

-Do what?

-Stay still.

I'm like Harry.

I've got to keep moving.

I can't see anything.

Must be further on.

Would you have a look?

Yes.

Yes.

Do you mind if I borrow this lamp?

No.

Can't manage that, as well.

Wish I had brought my peashooter.

[ Chuckling ] Do you think I'm an idiot?

No.

What's up?

Just going to check on the bell cord.

Oh, I say, Beaumont.

You couldn't possibly lend me your pistol, could you?

Well, yes, of course.

Thanks awfully.

I don't in the least mind being called a coward.

I am.

[ Chuckles ] Good luck.

-He's no coward.

-Not in the least.

Let's hope he hurries back with that lamp.

God, I wish it were day.

CARNACKI: Me too.

[ Chuckles ] I expect you've been through this kind of thing 100 times.

Never quite this kind of thing.

[ Bell tolls twice ] [ Horse hooves galloping ] -Can you hear it?

-Shh.

Listen.

[ Galloping stops ] Well, perhaps the horse isn't coming.

[ Glass shattering ] [ Horse hoof stomping ] Hisgins!

Hisgins!

Hisgins!

-HISGINS: Yes?

-Bring the lamp!

HISGINS: What lamp?

[ Whistle blowing ] It's locked!

Unlock it, Carnacki!

Unlock it!

-Is the key on your side?!

-HISGINS: No!

CARNACKI: There's not a key in there?

No!

Wait a minute!

[ Whistle blowing ] Stand back, Carnacki!

[ Horse neighing ] Carnacki, I've got a gun!

I'm gonna shoot!

HISGINS: Ugh!

[ Hoofbeats approaching ] God, it's not loaded!

Stand behind me, then.

I've got a gun.

Listen.

I've got a gun.

I'm going to shoot.

I'm going to shoot.

I'm going to shoot.

[ Gunshots, horse neighing ] Aah!

Ugh!

Oh!

Oh, ho ho!

God!

[ Grunting ] Are you all right?

Mr. Carnacki?

Sir?

[ Breathing heavily ] [ Grunting ] Harry.

[ Horse neighs ] Harry, now, that's enough.

[ Breathing heavily ] I was...good at it.

Of course, I did practice.

[ Horse hoofbeats ] Stop it, Harry.

That's enough.

You've done enough!

[ Hoofbeats continue ] It's not me!

My God!

It's not me!

[ Whimpering ] What is this?

[ Sobbing ] Help me!

[ Hoofbeats continue ] Harry, no.

Leave him, Hisgins.

Leave him.

[ Horse snorting ] -Harry, don't!

-Stay there, Mary!

[ Hoofbeat, horse neighs ] No!

[ Hoofbeats, horse nickers ] [ Hoofbeats departing ] Oh.

[ Crying ] It wasn't your bullets that killed him.

Heart spasm, the doctor says.

I've been helping myself to your brandy.

Hmm.

Captain Hisgins, I think you knew that Harry Parsket wanted your daughter for himself.

You should have told me.

I...

I couldn't believe that... No.

There were...two horses all the time.

And the attacks on Beaumont, they were certainly Parsket.

I think at first he wanted to frighten him off, like the lovers in the old stories.

But finally he'd have killed Beaumont rather than see him marry Mary.

The noises in the house -- some of those were certainly Parsket.

The hoofbeats in the billiard room?

Parsket made them from the floor below.

I've just been looking with your butler.

He probably used a wooden block fastened to a window hook or a broom handle.

I found dents in the ceiling.

Well...

I should have thought of it sooner.

He was probably hiding in the neighborhood and slipping in and out.

The galloping?

I...don't know.

There's a lot I don't know.

There was...an invisible horse.

An induced haunting... a spirit called up, if you like, by his desperate brooding.

Of course, he didn't believe in it himself.

Not until the last moment when he stood in its path and prevented it from crossing the doorway.

I think he saved her life, you know.

At the risk of his own.

I think he stood between her and some... incredible monstrosity.

Love's a funny thing.

I think I'm getting drunk.

May I have some more of your brandy?

Oh.