Sherlock Holmes - Hound of the Baskervilles Part2

0:00And I'm a... This is bitter wing Watson. Yeah. Now where was that hashring like you think? I heard that up as you were sure, but in theolithic hot circle. Good hymns. What's that Watson? I don't know. I heard it once before. It's a sound they have on the moon. Watson? It was the cry of a hound. The hound of the bachelors. Even to this day I tremble when I recall his words. My name is Watson. Dr. Watson. And it was my privilege to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I'll just refresh your memory on events so far. Then we'll tell you what happened next. Concerning the hound of the bachelors.

1:08When Dr. Mortimer had finished his strange story of the hound of the bachelors, and house at Charles' admit his death, my friend Sherlock Holmes persuaded Dr. Mortimer to lead to a company as a Henry bachelors to the ancestral home on Dottwald. Well, Holmes remained behind in Bachel Street. We soon found ourselves driving across the moor to bust of your hole. Wonderful country, isn't it, Dr? It's very good of all. There's a hound in the other room. Hello? What's this? What's all that about? Not that on the skylight, huh? Oh, man, I'm horsebacked. Well, with the rifle. Oh, there's a cut back to escape from the Britain turret. Oh? The hound there's three days now. The waters are watching every road. About those five in the end. Farmers back here don't like it, sir, that's a bang. Who is he then? Solon, not Hilbert. Solon. And he's somewhere out there hiding in the barrel like a wild piece.

2:10It's all this more needs, Jefferson. I don't know if it's my imagination, but it's... It's pretty cool. Welcome, sir Henry. Welcome to Baskerville Hall. Thank you. You are Barrymore, I do. I am, sir Henry. I see. Oh, Dr. Will you stay for dinner? No, thank you if you don't mind. My wife could be expecting me. I'd say to show you over the house, but Barrymore will be a better guy than I. Very well. Perkins. Very sick. Dr. Montgomery, do you? Well, a violent doctor. Thank you for all the help you've done. Oh, Dr. Will. Just as I imagine it. Raptors, oak paneling, stag heads, coats of arms. Isn't it the very picture of an old family home? Yeah. And my people have lived here for five hundred years.

3:10Excuse me, sir Henry. Yes, Barrymore? Sir. My wife and I will be happy to stay with you once again. My wife and I will be happy to stay with you until you've made fresh arrangements. Fresh arrangements? Do you mean your wife and you want to leave? Only when it's quite convenient to use her. Well, I'm sorry to solve my life here by breaking an old family connection. I feel that too, sir. So does my wife. Well, what's the trouble? To tell the truth, sir, we were both very much attached to the child. His death gave us a shock and made these surroundings very painful to us. And the phrase we could never be easy in our minds at Baskerville Hall again. What do you plan to do? Well, I have no doubt, sir. We shall succeed in establishing ourselves in some business. Sir Charles, his generosity has given us the means to do it. I assume. And now, sir, perhaps I'd better show you to your own.

4:16No. Sir. Good morning, Dr. Watson. Oh. Morning, Sir Henry. Did you ever hear someone subbing in the night? No, it's curious, sir. I thought it was all a dream. No, it ain't quite distinctive. A woman subbing. Good morning, gentlemen. Oh, right. No, not. It's very good breakfast. I'll tell you it. We both thought we had a woman crying in the night. Do you know anything about it? No, sir Henry. There are only two women here at night. One is the scullery maid who sleeps in the west wing. And the other is my wife. It certainly wasn't her. Can I bring you more coffee, sir? No, thank her. Very good, sir Henry. I don't worry about it. Why not? I passed Mrs. Barrymore on my way downstairs.

5:16The eyes were red and swollen. It must have been her. Do you think it was him following me in that cabin, reaching streets? No, she won't find her. Oh, huh. When we left you off to lunch in London, Holmes entered telegrammed about him all with strict instructions that it must have been delivered personally to Barrymore or returned. I don't know what I've been doing for the first time. It'll give me something to report to Holmes. You feel better? No, no, no. I've got a lot of papers to attend to here. You go on your own. I'll see you back here for lunch. You watch your clearly, sir. My boy took the telegram and gave it to Mrs. Barrymore. Why not to Mr. Barrymore himself as he instructed? He was up in the loft at the time. I see him, but surely his wife ought to know where he is. He got the telegram, didn't he? It is any mistake. It's a Mr. Barrymore to complain. Excuse me, but... Isn't this Dr. Watson? Yes, but I don't think I have any.

6:17Allow me to introduce myself. A staple to nook and etiquette house. Oh, a staple to nook and etiquette house. I hope so, him is. None the worse for his journey. You go on. Excellent. Are you going back to basketball hall now, Doctor? That was my entrance. Then our roads ride together. And just over there, you can see the pool of smoke from here. And that's where I live. The etiquette house. It's only a moderate work from Mourapath. If you've got two minutes to spare, I'd appreciate the honour of introducing you to my sister. I should be delighted. Oh, come along, then. So, you're a wonderful place, the Mourad. You've never thought of it. You can't think what secrets it contains. You know it well. I've been here two years. The residence is growing in newcomer. But my case has slayed me to explore every part of the country around. As you can see. Yeah, I'm an athlete. And some of the locals laugh at my buzzer flying that. And it's true, I was carrying it. Oh, a little bit of it. So, oh, there are even recently come here. I see things for a few men who know the Mourad better than I do.

7:19It is so hard, no? Very hard. You see that great plane to the north with the hills behind it? That is the great leap and mile. A full step down is death to man or beast. It's dangerous to cross even the dry seas. But after these autumn rains, it's an awful place. Yes, I can find my way to the very heart of it. You come back alive. Right. You want to go to such a dreadful place? Well, you see the hills, the rock. And there are really islands cut off on the little sides by the mountains. There is a cool round. And of course, of years. Death is where the rare plants and butterflies are. But when a two-piles is an active man, can they? Well, I'll try my luck someday. You've got so much such an idea out of your mind. You wouldn't have a chance. Certainly by remembering very complex landmarks that I can do it. Of course. What was that? We're a place. The more. What is it, man? The peasant saves the hunger of the basketballs, calling for its prey. We are this thing I have ever heard in my life.

8:19Even in New York. Yes, it's you. You'll have a job and I can change it. You'll be together. Look at that hillside. What do you make of those circular wings of stone? What are they? She pens? No. They're the homes of our worthy ancestors. It's quite a town. When we're living in heaven, it's a realistic man. No, date. Oh, excuse me. Do you see that butterfly? It's a psychopathy. It's very rare. You're scared to see them in the autumn. I must try and get it. I dare necessary. We never care for it. You'll tell me how dangerous it is. Well, you know what he's doing? Go back. Go straight back to London. Why, why, why should I do that? I can't explain that but don't say to what I ask you. Go back and never set foot on the moor again. But we'll just come back. I'm not going back. It's not a word of what I said. What? What do you mind getting rid of that orchid among them that I tell of? With their original orchid on the moor rate, getting rid of their rates for them? No.

9:19In the future, sir, I'm busy. Yes, sir. I was telling you to him. Is it the orchids in the early over? No, it's not. It's a Henry Baskerville. No, I'm only a humble commoner. I'm his friend, the doctor wants. And we've been talking across gratitude. Why? You haven't very much time to talk. I talk to the doctor often when I read it. Instead of just the medical thing, it's complicated to him whether it's an old age or not. So, never mind. Don't please come and see me, like a house doctor. No, really. Thank you. I promise, I can read. It must be a treasure of the third. Oh, why, doctor Watson? Go by yourself. I don't know. We didn't do it from late to finishes less than two years. I didn't wish to arise. Henry's curious or long. I mentioned to him that I met the staple tonnys, but not that he had missed before to live a strange morning, even that I was the Henry myself. The staple tonnys, the school master in the north,

10:19the school's running wild, and an epidemic you feel the boys, and it never recovered from the blow. So, Henry's in excellent spirits. We've been sitting over the farm, talking, with the portraits of the basketball ancestors looking down. We're thirdly to a clock in the morning. Who's that? Ah, Henry. You're wrong. I'm not sure. There was a crazy in the passage outside. I saw a candle and a shadow. Well, let's see. Yes. There you are. Yes. There's a light in one of those rooms. Oh, is it? Very more. What's he doing? Seems to be signaling the candle, I should think, and staring out on the wall. And our homes, little more of Constance,

11:23to report this morning, no more nocturnal wonderings. And today, Mr. Stapleton, and his handsome sister, the greatest Philanthropist, Dr. Mortimer. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. The homes are new complications. If we had known enough, the Henry has shown obvious attachment to Mr. Stapleton's sister, and this was turned up at our first luncheon party over the road to earlier, and equally carried Mr. Stapleton's hostility. Now, the thing has moved further, and meeting on the moors between Sir Henry and the sister, interrupted with angry words for the jealousness to stick to them. Hello, I was nothing between you and me, this never nigh for better motor repeat his strange behavior, поб Ihus? Was he? may be?

12:23Was he? Was he all created by the No no, no. Come on, Mark. What are you doing here? Nothing, sir. You must have been holding that candle as a signal. Give me that. It's not as signal, sir. You need that candle. Now there's a seal, there's any answer. Yes. There is by Joe Pius. Rascal. They still deny the signal. It's my business. Not yours? But then, bites. And you'll leave my employees in the morning. Come on, Tim. Bring your revolver. I heard it was him. I'm going to take that man out there. Whoever he may be. No, this is Jim or William Rotten. Yeah. No, where was that answering like this? I mean, the shuttle off that's here is short, but on the other side is a hot circle. Good chance.

13:23What's that, Rotten? I don't know. I heard it once before. It's a sound they have on the more. Rotten? It was the cry of a horn. The hound of the festival. Now, Barrymore. To whom are you signaling? Dr. Watson and I go out into the moron and find some trophy remnants of food and shelter. Who gets them there? Don't ask me so many. Don't ask me. I give you my words. It's not my secret life. I'm Barrymore. I do ashamed of herself. Still friendly as it would mine under this roof over a hundred years. And here I find you deep in some twat against me. No. No, sir. Not against you. This is normal. As you come here. Oh, let me speak. It's my doing to Henry. He's done nothing except for my sake. I asked him to do it. Speak out, then. What does it mean? My brother. It's Tar the out there on the moon.

14:25Your brother? It can't let him perish without Barrymore. Sir, our life is a signal. We have food for it. Then your brother is... The escaped convict, sir. Sir, the criminal is... No. I am old. It is certainly every word, always. Well, I can't blame you for standing by your own wife. But you've seen a man's a common danger. In a very few days, sir, he'll be on his way to South America. He can only lie quiet till the ship's ready for him. I beg you not to let the police know he's still on the moon. Sorry. What do you say, what, sir? Well, if you were saved out of the country, would you read the text there of the burden? That's true, I suppose. I guess we're eating and abetting up hell. I mean, what's in there, sir? All the same. All right. I don't feel now. I can get the man out. That's what I'm doing. Oh, sir. Sir, Henry, yes? What is it now?

15:25You've been so kind to us, sir, that I... I should like to do the best I can and return, like... I know something. What do you mean? It's about poor Sir Charles' death, sir. What? Did you know how he died, sir? I don't know that after what then. I know why he was at the gate. Why in meet a woman? A woman? Yes, sir. What was her name? Well, I can't give you that, sir, but I can't give you one initials. They were L-L. How do you know that? Well, sir. Your uncle had a letter that morning. It was from Coon Tracey, an address in a woman's hand. Well? Well, he thought no more in that a servant. The other day, my wife was keen at Sir Charles' study. And she found the ashes of a burned letter in the back of the grave. Most of it was charred the pieces, but... There was just one slip you could still read. Oh, what did it say? It said, please, please, as you are a gentleman, burn this letter at the gate at the gate by ten o'clock. And the initials were L-L.

16:27And you've no idea who L-L is? No, sir. Hmm. Very good, Barrymore. You're in the white ring of gold. Thank you, sir. Thank God bless you, sir. No. L-L. L-L. L-L. Yeah, don't turn. Ah, there come all of us. Hello. You've been taking a walk? Yes, I've been right around the back door. Oh, let me give you one a tone, then. Oh, thank you. Yeah, that... I'm very upset, Dr. Watson. My Spanish has disappeared. Oh, yes, little curly hair, Jack. When we're done with the morning, never came back. Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, there were a few acknowledges by reports, really, saying much... Who more took note? Yeah, you, though. You seem familiar living around here with you, Nichos L-L.

17:30No, but I know of L-L. I'm sure. But don't you mean it? Yes, I've found studies. Lower nines of cool tracing. Oh, yeah. Omer, it's a Martista of gold, lines, who came searching on the moors. Can you walk out? I don't know. I know the poor girl. The girl hasn't a penny. Sir, Stapletons, or Charles, so have I. She's managed to start a little tight-riding business. Why do you ask? Oh, just curiosity. Mrs. Laos. I don't think we've met, Mr. Doctor. Doctor, what's... Oh, how do you do? How do you do? How do you do? It was about the late Sir Charles basketball that comes to you. Well, can I tell you about him? You know him, don't you? Yes. I have a great deal to his kindness. Did you correspond with him? What is the object of this interrogation?

18:31To avoid a public scandal. Yes. I did write one for Christ, Sir Charles. To acknowledge his generosity. How did he know enough about your first meeting with the help you? You might send Mr. Stapletons. Did you ever write to Sir Charles, asking him to meet you? Truly, Sir. A certainly not. Knocked on the very day of Sir Charles' death? No. Surely I'll never introduce you. Didn't you write... Please, please burn this letter and get the gauge by ten o'clock. Yes. I believe that if I could see him, I could gain his help. Well, what happened when you got there? I never went. Mrs. Laos. I swear that on all my hopes, Sacred, something intervened to revenge my daily. What? You probably know that I made a rash marriage and I had reason to regret it. There's no hurt, something will come. My husband has made my life one incestant persecure. Oh dear. I'd learn that there was a possibility of regaining my freedom.

19:32Each certain expenses could be met. And I thought... If Sir Charles heard the story for my own lips, he might help me. Then why didn't you go? Because I received help in the interval from another source. Then why didn't you write as a child? I was doing too. Then the next morning, I heard that you'd die. I thought you'd got lost on the moor, sir. Come on, your lunch is ready, bro. No, thank you. No, no, no, no, I didn't get lost. I was hanging back from Mrs. Laos and more than a stuffed mess. They'd forgotten to tell me that he has observed a boy. Go up every day towards those stone huts on the hill. Regular stuff, right? No, no, no, no, no. I didn't get lost. I was hanging back from Mrs. Laos and more than a stuffed mess. Regular stuff, right? No, that's odd. Oh, a banner? What about this one here now? Very good, sir.

20:32Oh, and a banner on? Do you know anything about a boy going up on the moors? Is he anything to do with that precious relation of yours? No, sir. I think he takes food to that other man. What other man? Well, they don't know, sir. Sir, when he says he's got a convict, he says he's living in one of those stone huts and the boy brings him up food from one of the villages. But he doesn't know who he is. No, sir. He doesn't like it. He doesn't know the dewey, sir. I can tell you, waiting for something he seems to be. It's foul place and where's her arm is swearing. What else can it be? Do you think it's that same fella who has fallen you about in London? No. I better say I don't put up a telegraph. No, I'll do better than this. I'll go up on the moor as evening. I'll come back up. No, I can't finish it. That was his last word to me. Cheap him off the moor, especially after dark. And because I'm dark with them, I get that. Love my dear fellow.

21:32Don't worry. Don't worry. I'll take care of all of them. I can go after myself. Do you realize, sir Henry? This fellow may be the chief of the home mystery. He gave us a snippin' region sweet thanks to his handsome cab. Well, you won't do it off there. Who knows? For once I may succeed where you don't know. That's right. The tingling nerves I set in the dark recesses of a hunt have worked here for the coming of its tenet. Ten and last. Why are you? Ah! Love. It's so lovely evening. What? I really think you'll be more comfortable outside for this. Oh! Oh! And please be careful with that revolver.

22:33That's nice. Yes, sir. I'm done with the nibble. That's the only one in my life. How did you know I was in there? What's wrong? If you seriously decided to surprise me, you must change our package. Oh! My cigarette in? Yes. You threw it down the doubt that that's your pre-moment when you charged into the empty house. How in the name of wonder did you get here? I thought you wouldn't think of sweet working on that case of blackmailing. That was what I wished you to do. I'd been able to see him. He says, Lord, our lungs, come and trace it. Well done. We've obviously been working on parallel lines. What did you learn? She made an appointment with Sir Charles at the gate. She admits that, sir. She wanted money to help her to walk. But I never went. Something happened to make her change her mind, but she wouldn't tell me what. She also said that she first called in touch with Sir Charles to stay with her. Now, that's important. It bridges the gap. You're aware, I suppose, that there's a close intimacy between the lady and Sir Gordon? No, I didn't learn. There's no doubt about it. Now, this puts her very powerful weapon into our head.

23:34If I can only use you as it to the past, take Britain's wife. It's wife. By yes. The lady who passes, plays sister. It's his wife. Good. He has a wife. He's able to accept it. Because he foresaw that she did more use to him as a free weapon. Then... Is he our enemy? Well, is he who dog does in London? So I read the riddle. And the morning letter, and I must have come to her. Exactly. But how do you know this woman is worried? Because he's so far for God's himself as to give you a true piece of autobiography. When he first met you, there's no one easier to trace than the school must be once, able than after. It is murder once. Refined, cold-blooded, deliberate murder. My God, what's that? What's this? The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound!

24:34The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! The hound! Part 2. My name in real life is Norman Schellen. My old colleague, Carlson Hobbs, Paul Sherlock Holmes, and I was Dr. Mosson. Felix Schellen wrote the script for this BBC production from London. I look forward to the pleasure of your company again, very soon. For part 3 of the hunger of the best for millions.