The Ware Case is a 1938 British drama film directed by Robert Stevenson and starring Clive Brook, Jane Baxter and Barry K.

[1] It is an adaptation of the play The Ware Case (1915) by George Pleydell Bancroft,[2] which had previously been made into two silent films, in 1917 and 1928.

[4] The film was made at Ealing Studios with stately home exteriors shot in the grounds of Pinewood.

[5] In Forever Ealing, George Perry wrote, "The Ware Case is a stagey, melodramatic piece.

He had run up huge debts over many years, but always managed to talk his way out of trouble, while not paying his creditors any money.

His wife Meg has for a long time tried to make him behave responsibly, and wants him to work out a plan to pay what he owes, but soon realises that Hubert has no intention of even trying to retrench.

Hubert is served with papers in his former mistress's divorce proceedings, which he at first is relieved about, since he was expecting to be arrested over the cheques, until he realises that Meg will now know about his affairs.

Meg resolves to tell Hubert that she wants a divorce, but when she starts to speak to him, he says that despite his affairs, she is the only person who means anything to him and that he relies on her utterly; he promises to change for the better.

Hubert says he was wearing it the day after Eustace's death, when he mentioned to his wife that he had lost weight and the ring was loose, at which Meg is visibly shocked.

Joyfully celebrating, Hubert goes home, entering by the back stairs to avoid the crowds at the front entrance, where he overhears one of the maids telling another that she believes Meg and Michael are in love and 'eating their hearts out' for each other.

He goes on to the balcony and greets the cheering crowd, then tells the people that he has got away with murder, and can't be retried because of double jeopardy.

Hubert looks back towards the room where Meg and Michael are, whispers 'Good luck' to them, then takes a suicidal leap from the balcony.

But this reporter found Sir Hubert such an insufferable snob—even though he was played with velvet grace by Clive Brook—and the turning out of the pseudo-mystery story such a chunk of maudlin claptrap that it stirs him to nothing more fervid than a thoroughly indifferent "So what?"