Sherlock Holmes - Scandal in Bohemia

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Good evening Dr. Watson. Good evening Mr. Bucket. You're quite muffled up tonight I see overcoats, scoff and dubs.

Slippin' off and come and join me by the fire. Thanks Dr.. It's quite a nippin' the air tonight.

Yes, it is indeed. Well Dr. you told us last week that tonight's story sounded around the activities of a brilliant and beautiful woman.

Yes my boy. Her name was Irene Adler. But I never knew Holmes referred to her by any other name than the woman.

She sounds a mighty intriguing. How did you happen to meet up with her? Well I have to do the story from the beginning.

One night was on the 20th of May in 1888 to be exact. I was returning home from a visit to a patient with my steps at Edmithal Baker Street.

Since my marriage I haven't seen much of Sherlock Holmes. You couldn't resist stopping by at 2.21b I'm sure, Dyer. Of course I couldn't.

And I stood outside the well-remembered door. I looked up at the lighted windows and saw the tall spare figure of my old friend.

Past twice in dark silhouette against the blind. He was facing a room swiftly eagerly with his head sunk on his chest and his hands cast behind him.

To me who knew every mood of his and habit of his, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was hot on the scent of some new problem.

I rang the bell and a few moments later found myself standing before him.

You look in a flash. It is, Holmes. I'm feeling very warm. And in fact just to get to see you didn't tell me you'd have gone back into Hannes.

Oh, how did you know?

You didn't mention my dear Jeff. If the gentleman walks into my room smelling a biodeform with a black mark of nitrate of silver on his right forefinger and a bowed on the left side of his head to show where he's a secreted in his stiffer scope.

I should be dull indeed about it and pronounce him to be an active member of the medical professor.

Just the same as ever, Holmes. By the way, I'm interrupting you.

Are you all over the low, but it's a must work an interruption.

You're working on a new case?

It looks like it. This letter arrived by the last first day. It's undead and has neither signature nor address.

We did.

So looking.

There we'll call upon you tonight and accortate a fuck. The gentleman who desires to consult you upon a matter of the very deepest moment.

So we'll call upon your recent services to one of the royal houses of Europe.

I've shown that you are one who may safely be trusted.

This account of you we have for more quarters received.

Be in your chamber then at that hour and do not take it and miss if you're a visitor where's a must?

It's got it. Oh, they're mysterious. But you imagine it means.

Look carefully at the nut over low.

What do you do from it?

Well, now let me think. The man who wrote it was presumably well to do.

Such paper couldn't be bought under half a crown of packet.

And it's peculiarly strong and stiff, peculiar.

That's the very word. It's not English paper at all. Hold it up to the light.

And you notice anything?

Yes. There's a large e with a small g and a large g with a small t.

That's right.

Wove it into the text to the paper. What does that suggest you?

The name of the maker, no doubt, or perhaps his mug.

Not at all, Mariffel. The g with a small t stands for the shell shark, which is the German for company.

And the e.g.?

That stands for Egrill.

It's a German-steeking country of Bohemia, not often caused that.

The paper was made in Bohemia.

And I did the Mariffel. And the man who wrote the note is a German.

How do you know that?

Is there the curious construction of the sentence?

This account of you we have from all quarters received.

A Frenchman or a Russian could not have written that.

It's the German who was so discudious to his verse.

Oh, you can't. Now I better go.

No, no, no, no, no, unless you have to.

I could stay. I thought that...

Fancy.

Oh, chap, I'm lost without my boss. Well, and this must seem to be interesting.

I thought Mrs. Hudson to let the moth visit I come upstairs and announced.

Come in.

Good evening, sir.

You received my note.

Yes, indeed, sir.

Coming by. To sit down. This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson.

You must say anything before him that you can say to me.

Who have I the honor to address?

You may address me as a contraint from crime.

Oh, you do, sir.

He must excuse this mastered area.

The other person who employs me, which is his agent, he unknown to you.

And I may confess it right that the title by which I have just caught my service,

is not exactly my own.

I'm well aware of that factor.

You see, Mr. Holmes, the matter I'm about to discuss,

indicates the great house of Ornstein,

however, that there are kings of Bohemia.

That hasn't forsaken me either, sir.

In fact, if you will stage a case, I should be that I'm able to advise you.

Your majesty.

But how did you?

Yes.

Yes, I am the king.

Why should I attempt to conceal it?

Well, indeed.

I should remove the mask.

There.

Mr. Holmes, I have traveled incognito from ploughly, from the city.

I have traveled incognito from ploughly, from the express purpose of consulting and breaking salt.

Briefly, the faxies.

Some five years ago, during a visit of Orso, I made the existence of the very known adventurers.

I didn't eat Adla.

I really Adla.

We know, my majesty.

Hello, corrupt index for me, will you Watson?

It's like a side you're on the desk there.

I imagined that the name would not be unfamiliar.

Here we are.

A. B. M. S. A. C. Green.

A. C. Edward.

Edward.

Hello, hello, am I the power, will you?

Thank you.

I really Adla, born in New Jersey in the United States in 1858, from Trouto.

Prima Donna, Imperial Opera of Warsaw.

Retired from the apolitic stage, little London, quite so.

And here's a recent notation, huh?

Your majesty has asked us to be tangled with the shank person, with some compromising letters,

and is now deserting those letters back.

Which I see so, but how did you?

Was that a secret marriage, none?

No legal papers or certificates?

No.

Then I feel to follow your majesty.

Yet this young lady should produce her, that has a back-meeting purposes,

how she to prove that all the fault-enticipated.

Is the handwriting?

That could be a forgery, imagine.

But it was private note paper.

It's stolen.

My own seal.

Imitated.

My foot's a crap.

What?

They are both in the photograph.

Oh dear, dear.

That's very bad.

Your majesty has indeed committed them in discretion.

Did you inscribe the photograph, imagine?

Yes, stokker, what's an I'm afraid I did.

Excuse me.

Mr. Holmes, it must be recovered.

Perhaps if you would have paid not the photograph, might be bought.

She refuses to say so.

Stolen.

Five attendants have been made.

Twice burglars in my pay are unsacked, our house.

Once we've murdered her, love each one she's travelled.

Twice, she's been baylaid.

There has been no result.

Hmm, dear.

It's quite a pretty little problem.

It is a deadly serious one to me.

What does Miss Adlen tend to do in the photograph?

To ruin me.

Oh, how?

Well, I am about to be married to the second daughter of the King of Scandinavia.

She is the soul of delicacy.

A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct.

But wouldn't I have a to an end?

Hmm.

And I have any Adlen, in fact, must have sent the photograph to our princess, though.

Yes.

And she will do it.

Rather than let me marry another woman, there are no links to that she would not go.

No, she's not already sent it to me.

I am sure.

Now why you're mentioning?

She said that she would send it, other day my pathophil is publicly announced.

That day will be next Monday.

Spend it.

Then we have still three days yet.

Your majesty will of course take London for the present itself.

You will find me at Langham Hotel, registered as Sir Count von Kram.

Just two questions before you reason.

What are they?

Is photograph large or small?

Great large.

And it was in a heavy frame, I see.

And what is Miss Irene at London address?

We only lodge Spantine Abduc and John's word.

Thank you, Your majesty. Good night and I trust we shall soon have some good news for you.

And placing all my hopes in Lugus'ophones. Good night.

Good night, Dr. Watt.

Good night, Your majesty.

I'm sending problem homes. I wish I could help you.

You can not be a chap, huh?

I should be glad of your company.

What's our first move, home?

Oh, good night's rest.

I think we'll meet here at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

And then?

Then my dear fellow, we will see what we can find out about Miss Irene Adler.

Later the war saw Imperial opera company and a present residing at Brian in Lodges,

Sepatine Avenue and John's word.

Well, how's the Kessie examination of Brian in Lodges and Provelli illuminating?

No, a visual residence that represents the essence of Dignified Suburbia that tells us

a bit about its owner.

I think a visit to the local public house might prove more instructive, come on, old chap.

I see the door to the coach and horses inviting us from across the road.

Oh, our disguised issue can cause any suspicion.

Why is the death of them?

In the character of a couple of stable hands, I hope that we might inspire confidence.

And this is a horse in Abelhood.

There's a wonderful sympathy and freeness in the fraternity.

And we are.

They'll let me do most of the talking.

Indeed, I'm sure that your accent will be more convincing than mine.

Let's go.

What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on?

Well, what do they mean, make this off about the mall, please?

I bet you, Charlie.

All inside?

Two of them.

Old and mild.

Where could it be?

Here, make it.

That'll be a canner.

Have a drink with us, Governor.

Of course.

Don't mind if I do.

I'll have a dinner.

You, uh, bloops, you rowed ears.

Yes, that's right.

Canner was from Clapham.

Clapham, eh?

Well, he's looking at you.

Ah, I'm getting to job, that's right.

We've just told that Miss Adler, of course, a brilliant large needed a new coachman at a groom.

We're the first rival of the visit.

Might be true.

Have you been over there to all?

No, not yet.

We've been over there to all.

We thought we'd find out something about the old girl first.

She ain't no old girl, matey.

She's the prettiest young thing you ever saw under a bonnet, and that's a fact.

You know her, doubly?

Of course I know her.

I used to drive the carriage, I did.

Ah, for I can't work here.

Ah, what's she like?

Oh, nice little lady, is you fine, Jan?

I worked hard.

No, no, no.

She did quite a bike.

She did quite a bike.

It goes out there singing concerts once in a while.

The rest of the time it's money for Jan.

She goes out for a drive and park every day at five and comes back to dinner at six o'clock.

There's the rest of the time, zero.

That marriage is signed?

No, no.

But she's got a bloke, what comes to see her all the time.

He's about it.

Nice gentleman.

Then Mr. Geoffrey North.

His name?

Good looking fellow.

Wouldn't be surprised to see him get spliced.

Sounds like a crucial job to me.

Come on, Charlie.

Let's get over the house and see what's what.

Much obliged, Jan.

Good luck, my dear, Jan.

And thanks for the days.

What's our next move, Holmes?

Let's stroll back to Branny Lodge.

I'm undisturbed with a little continuum investigation there,

or to find out something about Mr. Geoffrey North and the better's turn.

If he's just a lawyer and nothing eros,

he's more than likely that she's entrusted the photograph to his safety being.

Hello?

Is the cab waiting outside of the saddle?

Hi, Watson.

Maybe Mr. Mortons.

Here, here we don't have to take.

Yes.

Here comes a man, hurrying down the pathway.

Let yourself find his poster.

We're too nervous to know it.

Try to light the devil.

First to push and hang his in Regent Street,

and then to the church of Saint Thomas,

and the edge of the road.

Half us up in if you do it in 20 minutes.

We're not in up in.

Find him, secret of the cab, Watson, when he's following.

Here comes one.

No, it isn't.

It's a private car in his heart.

There's no doubt.

In case he comes on the pathway.

Back behind the push to get Watson.

We're too nervous.

We're scared to say Monica's gone,

and half is solving if you reach within 20 minutes.

But he's in foot, Watson, quick.

He's got a cab and followed him.

Here comes a Hanson.

Hi, Kevin.

Kevin!

Here.

You broke stuff in the morning, so I can care.

Here's a half-stopping for you, my man.

Right, y'all.

We're too nervous.

The church, Saint Monica.

In the edge of the road.

And another half-stopping for you if you get us there in 20 minutes.

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Doctor, once again, you broke off the table.

At the most exciting point.

Did you ensure our homes reached that church inside the 20 minutes?

Yes, Mr. Poppill, we did.

But the other carriages were there before us.

Homes went into the church after telling me to guard the outside.

I must have waited for 10 minutes or more before Mr. Jeff and Norton

and this adler came out.

Spoke a few words to each other,

and then left in their separate conveyances.

Moment Laker, Homes, still dressed as a stable hen,

came striding out of the church,

and down the steps towards me.

He was obviously very excited.

What?

What?

Have they left?

Yes, in separate cabs.

I overheard him say that he was going back to his office.

And she said,

I shall drive out in the park and fire as he can see me.

Spent it all, hello.

Hey, come on, we can return to Bakescreet.

What happened inside the church?

Hey, why married?

Marriage? Of course.

The ceremony would have been illegal

if it had been performed afternoon,

that I counted for that wild dash to the church,

jumping to the cab.

Where to now, God now?

21 Bakescreet.

Huh, so they got married, eh?

Yes, and it may have used you to know that I acted as a witness at the ceremony.

Oh, you didn't, but how did this happen?

They're on witness, appeared with fear,

and I'd dragged into the breach.

The bride gave me the subbring as a memento.

I, uh,

think I'll wear it on my watch chain and memory of your case.

What an amazing situation.

Things begin to look better for the king, now they're there.

Yeah.

Now that she's Mrs. Norton,

the chances are she won't want to expose as majesty, I'll throw.

I hope so, what's my hope so,

but the count of four to finish is.

I think the time is right for us to come to closer groups with the lady.

Well, Holmes, now that we've eaten,

have you told me the plan?

We'll better my dear fellow.

And while I'm so doing, I'll proceed with the fight, the makeup, the minute you disguise.

Another disguise? What should we do?

I think the character and the appearance of an amiable and simple mind you don't inform Mr. Purgiman would be most suited to my plan for entering Miss Ardus House.

You're going to try and enter the...

I must, you'll love.

Yes, I'm sure the photograph is there.

Miss Ardler, or rather Mrs. Norton, will return from her drive and park 630.

We must be at Blyany, large to meet her.

What then?

You must leave that to me.

I've already made my arrangements.

There's only one point on which I must insist.

You must not interfere. Come what may, you understand?

I'll remain neutral.

Yes, there will be some small unpleasantness.

Don't turn it.

It will end in my being conveyed into the house.

As soon as I'm able to, I shall open one of the windows.

You have to watch from the outside.

When I raise my hand, you will throw an object which I shall give you through the window at the same time, quite fire.

Follow me?

I'm telling you what I'm out of the floor.

Oh, it's only very formidable.

Well, here it is.

Looks like a great big cigar.

What is it?

It does an ordinary, pumice smoke rocket.

It's fitted with a cap at each end to make it self-lighting.

The artist is confined to throwing it through the window.

When you raise the quite fire,

it will take up a quite a number of people.

Then it will walk to the end of the street and I'll rejoin when ten minutes.

I hope I've made myself clear.

Good.

And I will follow.

As soon as I've drawn my clerical attention, let's be away.

There's no time to be lost.

It's nearly six thirty home.

We've been pacing up and down in front of our house for half a night.

I hope she does come back.

I'm sure she will.

There seem to be a lot of loafers hanging around again.

A little part of my conspiracy, old chap.

You'll see them play their parts in a few minutes.

You still think the photograph is inside the house?

Yes, I'm sure of it.

It's most unlikely that she can't even sit about to learn.

Remember the King told us it was a large frame picture.

And also remember that she plans to use it within a few days.

It must be where she can lay her hands on it.

It must be inside her.

How the house has been burgled twice.

They don't know how to look.

How will you look?

I won't.

I'll get her to show me.

She will fuse.

No, she won't be able to.

It's now.

Remember what's in the carry out my orders to deliver.

You can trust me, huh?

We're not.

Limey, it comes as I've been sent away.

This photograph is garbage.

She might get her to speak with.

Oh, I'm so excited, Alfie.

Give him a love.

She's now better than she ought to be.

I'll live here.

Well, I expect none.

But all coming in ever-couple.

Hey, hey.

Move out of the way, please.

And get the lady through.

Why is it our business?

Just cross the call and send her on.

Why you can't pull our fun?

That's right, that is.

Take that note out.

It's gorgeous.

Move out, please.

Please get by the bus here.

I tell you to stop murdering this thing.

Do it.

Then I would you like a bib in the nose.

Oh, he kept it pulling that.

Then he ran away the coward.

It's a great man, badly hurt.

He said, my money fell.

If you ask me, that red guy is bleeding something terrible.

It can be vegan in mum.

He can't lie here in the street.

Well, of course.

Vegan in mum.

Right, you are mum.

You first. Right up.

He was saying, that's it.

Beware.

Two poor fellow.

You see what happened to a mister?

Yes, I saw my woman that he convinced me of the month's station.

Whatcha mean?

I went to paid by a certain gentleman for this performance.

Oh, he knows about it too.

You must be a friend of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, I am.

Nice gentleman.

He gave us five Baba Peas for tonight's work.

He helped through yet though.

We got stuck yelling power when somebody tells us.

I am that summary, my dear late.

Yes, Mr. Holmes now.

He's in Sada.

Yes, he's got here a window.

Now he's raising his hand.

That's my signal.

Now to throw the rocket.

There we are.

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Holmes, there you are.

You have photographs?

No.

But I know what it is.

She showed me as I told you she would.

I'm still in the dark.

There's no Mr. O's hat.

When my accomplice started around the street,

I had a little moist red paint in my hand.

As my good friend Alte pretended to strike me,

I kept my hat and my head and fell down.

It's not trick.

I understand that, but how did my son and the rocket help you?

It was all important, my dear fellow.

When a woman thinks her home is on fire,

that instinct is the one's to rush to the thing she values most.

That it won't grab her baby.

An unnarrated, which is her jewel box.

In this case, of course it was the photograph.

Oh, where was it?

In a recess in the living room, just about the right-hand door pole.

I caught a glimpse of it as she hopped through it out.

When I made it known that the farmer was a false alarm,

she repissed photograph.

As soon as I was able, I assured her that I was feeling well enough to leave.

You didn't take the photograph then?

No, I felt that over precipitants at this stage,

might ruin everything.

And what do we do now?

Drive to the Langham-Hurt-Cellan and form his measures to what has happened,

then return to the end.

After that, my dear chap, the case will be ended.

This is Barney Lodge, now, your majesty.

I am all in patience.

Your servant is photographed.

We'll still be there, Mr. Holmes.

I have every reason to believe so, your majesty.

I must confess this is going to be something of an ode.

And I suggest that you let me do the talking, your majesty.

I think I know how to handle the day.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I believe.

Yes, I am Mr. Holmes.

How did you know?

My mistress told me that she would be likely to call.

She has left for the continent with her husband.

You mean she's her finger?

Never to return.

Then the papers, the photograph.

Or this lost Mr. Holmes.

Yes, you see, follow me.

She said you've been looking for something.

I hope you find it.

This was the bell pole.

There's a sliding panel behind me, so...

Here it is.

Mr. Portagraph, ma'am.

Is that a photograph?

But it's photograph of the lady alone.

Here's a letter.

And it's a best to me.

What's it say, Holmes?

My dear, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

You really did it very well.

Until after the foul alarm, I had no suspicion.

But then when I realized how I had betrayed myself, I began to think.

I'd been warned that if the king employed an agent, it would certainly be you.

May I congratulate you on your disguise as the dear old version.

Oh, scotch, you far more cruel than you, Holmes.

Hey, ah, come on.

What if it's just a sea?

Let me see.

My husband and I both thought that the best to cause was flight.

So you will find this to empty it.

Mr. Portagraph, the king and yourself.

His majesty may rest in peace.

Thank goodness for that.

I love and am loved by a better man than he.

I leave another photograph however.

That might care to possess.

And I remain dear, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Very truly yours.

I really know.

Nay, Adler.

What a woman.

What a woman.

What a woman.

What a magnificent woman.

She fooled me completely.

But oh, I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

I've been unable to bring your business to a more successful conclusion.

And the contrary, my dear sir.

Nothing could be more successful.

I know that I ain't his version.

The fact that I ain't his world is in fire.

The incriminating photograph is now a state, as if it were in the fire.

I'm here to hear your majesty say, sir.

I am immensely indebted to you.

Now, pray, turn me in what way I can reward you.

This dull ring that I wear.

I should be proud of you.

I just have something that I should done.

Dallio, even more.

You have put the name it.

This photograph.

I ain't his photograph.

But certainly, however, you must let me give you something more substantial.

Your Majesty, this is something I should treasure all my life.

This and a golden subordinate I received from the ladies' hand.

They will remind me that I was once tricked by a woman.

A woman that I shall never forget.

What a woman that misses Adley.

We should I say, Mrs. Norton.

Ah, that's a kind of woman I could really go for, Doc.

If you could, just between ourselves, you know, I thought of...

Well, I thought I could go for myself.

She was intelligent.

Yes, she was rich.

Beautiful.

That's a kind of woman you want sitting next to you in front of a cozy fire on a nippy fall night.

Just the three of you.

The three of you?

Mm-hmm.

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Well, Dr. Watson, that was a great story you told me.

I thought you'd like it, Mr. Bartel. That's why I planned to tell you a sequel to it next week.

A sequel?

Say, that sounds exciting, Dallio.

I think you will find it and it proves to be that, Mr. Bartel.

It's a story that takes place 20 years off tonight's adventure.

And once again, the principal part is played by a woman.

In this case, it isn't Irene Adler.

It's her daughter.

Who were, and now Mr. Bartel, before I go, I want to remind our listeners that they owe a real ghetto gratitude

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Tonight's show at Holmes Adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Buster,

and is an adaptation of this Arthur Conan Doyle story, a scandal in Bohemia.

Music is by Dean Possler.

Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Golden Air,

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures,

where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

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