In 1915 London, moneylender William Sharsted comes to collect from one of his clients, the elderly Mr. Gingold. Gingold invites him in and Sharsted admires his collection of rare paintings. He suggests that Gingold could sell them, but the old man says he has no plans to do so. Sharsted then asks for the 300 pounds owed and reminds Gingold that the debt is due the next Monday in three days. Gingold avoids the issue and takes Sharsted to his study for a glass of sherry...Read the full recap
Host: We branch out a bit this evening and move a few feet away from the usual and get into the area of photography. Now, this painting here had best be viewed in a dark room, because it conjures up the ghostly, the ghastly, and the ghoulish. It tells the story about a very remarkable device that offers up a vision as things are, and a hellish vision of what they were and shall be. Our painting is called Camera Obscura.
Gingold: That may be business, Mr. Sharsted, but it is a far cry from humanity.
William Sharsted: Humanity, Mr. Gingold, applies to funeral eulogies and Valentine cards, not business.
William Sharsted: My father was a most successful man.
Gingold: At the art of backing people into a corner of despair, he was without peer.
William Sharsted: Gingold! Gingold! I don't belong here, I swear to you! these aren't my kind. These are ghouls and graverobbers! Bloodsuckers and usurers! I don't belong here! Gingold! Gingold!
Gingold: You're wrong, Mr. Sharsted. You're in your element.
William Sharsted: I'll reform!
Gingold: With your colleagues and your peers. Damned and doomed for an eternity of the leech.
William Sharsted: Never mind the 300 pounds.
Gingold: Oh no, Mr. Sharsted, too late for reprieve. Now you shall stumble and weep and swear along the alleys and squares and streets of your own private Hell!
William Sharsted: I'll reform! I'll change! Gingold! I'll change!
Gingold: And you shall do for all eternity.