All language subtitles for Sherlock Holmes The Baskerville Curse 1983 animation

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Here you are, Mr. Barrymore.

Special delivery for Lord Baskerville.

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Excuse me, Your Grace.

Ahem, excuse me.

What--wha--what, oh!

This arrived by special delivery.

Uh, that's--that's all right Barrymore.

You haven't forgotten, milord,

that Dr. Mortimer will be arriving

at seven o'clock tonight for dinner?

Thank you, Barrymore.

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Can I bring you another glass of wine?

No, thank you, Barrymore,

but I would like my heavy walking boots

and my overcoat, if you please.

You're surely not going out, Sir Charles?

After such an excellent meal

and such good wine,

I should like a stroll down to the old orchard.

I really wouldn't advise that, my friend.

You know your heart.

It is exceptionally cold tonight, Sir Charles.

I'm sure Dr. Mortimer would prefer you

not to take any risks.

Yes, yes, Barrymore, I know all that.

However, a few minutes in the fresh air

can only do me good.

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I'll walk with you as far as the back lane,

then I'll trot along home, Sir Charles.

Thank you, James, that will be very pleasant.

(owl hooting)

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Well, this is where we part company.

It's been a very pleasant evening.

We must do it again,

very soon,

and don't worry about me.

I shall stop worrying

once you're back inside your own front door.

Goodnight, Sir Charles.

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(howling noises)

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(growling)

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(vicious growl)

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Sir Charles!

Is that you?

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Sir Charles!

Ah, I'm afraid there's nothing

we can do for him.

Call for some help to take the body

back to the house.

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That can't have been a dog!

(vicious growl)

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Despite Dr. Mortimer's suggestion

that his lordship's death was not caused

by any physical defect,

we have heard sufficient evidence

that Sir Charles had

a long history of heart disease,

and that, on this particular evening,

he had supped and wined

to a certain-- ahem--fullness,

that required him to take

a little constitutional walk

in aid of his digestion.

For that reason,

I am quite ready to believe

that he must have placed too great a strain

on that most precious of his organs,

and find that--

Your Worship!

I have good reason to believe--

Quiet--I would remind you, sir,

that you yourself

had imbibed a glass or two,

that sad evening,

and that, even if you did hear

what sounded like a hound,

there are no marks on the body

to support your suggestion.

I return to what I was saying.

And I shall go to Sherlock Holmes.

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(knocking on door)

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Good morning, sir.

Would you be Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

I am, and you?

Dr. James Mortimer,

from Coombe Tracey in Devon.

Won't you come in?

May I present Dr. Watson,

a professional brother to you,

a vital assistant to me.

How do you do?

I desperately need your help.

In what respect?

Your fame as a great unraveler of mysteries

has spread even to the backwaters

of Devon, Mr. Holmes,

and I have a problem that needs a man

of your intellect to resolve.

Describe this problem.

Three months ago,

a very good friend of mine,

Sir Charles Baskerville, was killed

under very suspicious circumstances.

I read the coroner's report

in the newspaper.

I thought he decided the causes were natural,

and that you--

That I was seeing not just pink elephants,

but also ghostly hounds

the size of Shetland ponies?

Did you see such an animal?

I never claimed to see the hound,

only its paw mark,

and I was not drunk!

Why are you so sure

that the mark was made by a dog?

Because of this!

It describes the origin

of the curse of the Baskervilles.

It says here,

"Baskerville Hall, 1742."

Apparently, Sir Hugo Baskerville

became besotted by the comely daughter

of one of his yeomen

and, one drunken night, abducted her

and locked her in a bedroom.

He gathered together a dozen

of his wicked companions

to celebrate his success

in taking this wench

against her father's wishes.

During their drunken revelry,

the maid escaped through a window

and fled into the night.

When Sir Hugo discovered this,

he called for his horse and hounds

and took off to hunt her down.

She had some hours' start

and was far away,

so Sir Hugo whipped his horse furiously

to speed him up.

He soon left his comrades behind,

and sped like the wind

across the Devon moors.

The few shepherds, sitting with their charges,

were amazed to see this man

ride through the night in such haste,

but, even more amazing

was that Sir Hugo

obviously never realized

that the hunter

was also the hunted.

Hard on his heels was,

and here I read,

"Such a hound of hell

as God forbid

should ever be at any man's heels."

The chase continued.

Eventually, the friends of Sir Hugo appeared

and rode to the top of a hillock

from where they could see, by the light of the moon,

right down into the deep valley.

What they saw sickened and terrified them.

The maiden lay dead,

having dropped from exhaustion.

Nearby was Sir Hugo's body.

He'd been overtaken by the fearful hound

who was, at that moment,

ripping mouthfuls of flesh

from the dead man's neck, with flashing fangs

and eyes glowing through the night.

The friends returned to Baskerville Hall

to report this story,

and to have it written down,

as a warning to the sons

of the Baskerville family,

to beware the hound that waits for them,

on dark nights on the moor.

(animal howling)

Do you find it interesting?

To a collector of fairy tales, yes.

I'm sorry you think that.

Do you believe it?

I don't know what to believe,

except that Sir Charles

did not die a natural death.

I want you to help me find the truth.

I'm afraid I cannot accept such a commission.

I have, on hand, a little affair

of the Vatican cameos,

and I'm anxious to oblige His Holiness.

Besides, what's to be gained

from proving that Sir Charles was really killed

by a mythical hound?

It is of the utmost importance

that this mystery be cleared up immediately.

Oh, now, Mortimer, you can't mean that.

In about two hours,

Sir Charles' only heir arrives from Canada

to claim his inheritance.

I want to be sure that Sir Henry

will live to enjoy it.

That adds an interesting aspect

to the mystery.

Perhaps you'd better bring Sir Henry here tomorrow morning.

At ten o'clock.

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Holmes, for pity's sake, will you get up?

It's almost ten!

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Just in time.

Come in.

This is Sir Henry Baskerville.

I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Holmes.

The funny thing is that if my friend

hadn't suggested coming to you this morning,

I might well have come of my own accord.

You see, this came by mail, to my hotel just now.

"Sir Henry Baskerville,

Northumberland Hotel."

Hmm.

Who knew you were staying there?

Not a soul.

I know no one in this country,

and I didn't choose this hotel

until I arrived in London yesterday.

Someone is taking a very deep interest

in your movements.

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"If you value your life, or your reason,

keep away from the moor."

Mr. Holmes, perhaps you can tell me

what in tarnation all this means?

What do you make of it, Dr. Mortimer?

You must allow that there is nothing supernatural

about this letter, at any rate.

No, sir!

But it might very well have come from someone

who believes that the supernatural

is the root of all this business.

What business?

It strikes me that you three

know a great deal more than I do

about my own affairs!

Watson, would you have a yesterday's Times, please,

the page with the leading articles?

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You shall share our knowledge

before you leave this room, Sir Henry,

I promise you that.

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Here we are.

"If you imagine that your own industry

will be protected by a tariff,

you are misled.

It stands to reason that such legislation

will keep away wealth from the country

or diminish the value of your imports

and life in this land."

What do you make of that?

♪

It probably makes good sense,

but aren't we getting off the trail

of the note a little?

Watson, you understand my methods.

Well, I confess, I see no connection.

And, yet, my dear Watson,

there is a very close connection.

Hand me the note.

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"If you value your life or your reason,

keep away from the--"

and the other word is handwritten.

Whoever composed this letter

couldn't find the word "moor"

in the newspaper.

You know, you're right!

Really, Mr. Holmes!

This exceeds anything

I could have imagined.

How do you do it?

To me, the typestyle

of a Times leading article

is entirely distinctive.

As the letter was posted yesterday,

there was a strong probability

that the words were cut from yesterday's paper.

What else do you deduce, Holmes?

Notice the word "moor"

is written in rough characters.

A reader of the Times must be expected

to be well educated, therefore,

he wished to disguise his writing

for fear that, at some time,

his own hand may become known to you, Sir Henry.

That is amazing!

Do you see anything else?

Nothing that is not verging on guesswork,

except that I believe the sender of that letter

is not ill-disposed towards you,

since he warns you of impending danger.

Or it may be that, for his own purposes,

he wishes to scare me away.

Quite possibly.

Do you know the story of the Baskerville Curse?

Of course, although I never thought

of taking it seriously until my uncle's death.

Quite so.

Holmes, supposing we adjourn

to give us time to think over

all that's happened,

and meet again at Sir Henry's hotel,

for lunch, in an hour, say?

Is that convenient, Watson?

Perfectly.

Good morning, and au revoir.

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Watson, get your hat and coat.

We're going after them.

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Shall I run on and stop them?

Not for the world, my dear Watson.

Baskerville has evidently been closely shadowed

since his arrival in London.

Maybe this is a chance to find out by whom.

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That's our man, Watson.

Move on, driver, quickly!

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What a pity we didn't get the number.

Watson, you do not seriously imagine

that I'd let the cab go

without noting its number?

But did you also see the occupant?

I did, and you?

Could you swear to the man's face?

I could swear only to the beard,

and that could have been false.

Like that of one who wished to conceal his face?

Ah well, let's get to the Northumberland Hotel.

It's a fair walk from Baker Street.

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Sir Henry Baskerville

is upstairs expecting you, sir.

Thank you.

Before we go up, I'd like you to send

a porter around to Waterloo Station.

Ask him to find the driver

of cab number 2074

and have him come here.

Very well, sir.

♪

Good afternoon to you both.

I trust your journey here was pleasant?

Not entirely-- tell me, Doctor,

have you among your acquaintances on Dartmoor,

a man with a full, dark beard?

No, uh, let me see.

Yes, yes-- Barrymore,

Sir Charles' butler.

And where is he now?

At Baskerville Hall.

We had better be sure of that.

I will send him a telegram

on your behalf, Sir Henry.

"Is everything ready for me?

Signed, Sir Henry Baskerville."

Now, if we send a second wire

to the postmaster

asking that this first be delivered

into the hands of Barrymore,

and no other,

and that it should be returned

if that's not possible,

we should know by this evening

whether or not Barrymore is at his post.

As soon as you've finished, we'll eat,

and I'll tell you of my plans.

♪

It seems to me, someone's playing me

for a sucker.

Well, they'll find out

they've started to monkey with the wrong man.

I'm going down to Devon in the morning.

I'm in full agreement, Sir Henry,

except that you must not go alone.

Dr. Mortimer will return with me.

But the doctor has a practice to attend to.

There must be someone with you

every moment of the day and night.

I could go.

Well, now, that's real kind of you, Dr. Watson.

I'd planned to take the 10:30 A.M. train

from Paddington.

Would that suit you?

Perfectly.

Then that's settled.

(knocking on door)

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Who was it inquired after me,

and what's his complaint?

It was I,

and there's no complaint.

Who was the gentleman in your cab

in Baker Street this morning?

I dunno, sir.

He told me to ask no questions,

so I didn't.

All he said was

that he was a famous detective,

and his name was something funny.

Sherlock Holmes, I think.

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Bet he's on to us, Watson.

It seems we've met a foeman

worthy of our steel.

I hope all goes well with you in Devon.

I shan't rest until you're back

at Baker Street.

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I will not bias your mind

by suggesting theories, Watson.

I wish you simply to report

all the facts to me by mail.

The postal service is excellent.

As you do that, I shall make inquiries in London.

What kind of inquiries?

I shall investigate

the people connected with Sir Henry.

Do you suspect Barrymore?

We'll soon know better about that

when Sir Henry arrives.

Which is right now.

Good morning!

I've had a reply to my wire to Barrymore,

so he must be at Baskerville Hall.

Well, that seems to prove

that your butler isn't the man

following you around London.

Goodbye, dear friend.

I shan't relax until you are back,

safe and sound, in London.

Have no fear for me.

I shall write my reports to you every day.

Not a single detail will I miss.

Goodbye.

(train horn blows)

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Tell me something about the people

we shall meet, Doctor.

Well, first, there's Barrymore

and his wife.

A strange couple.

The Barrymore family has been at the hall

for the past four generations.

They're both loyal and dependable.

(train whistle blows)

Your nearest neighbors will be the Stapletons,

Jack and Beryl, brother and sister.

He's a retired schoolmaster.

Had some trouble with an outbreak of fever

at a school in the north, three boys died, I believe.

He gave it up and came to Devon

to indulge his passion for insects.

Spends his days chasing up and down the moors

after this, that,

or the other rare specimen of moth.

(train whistle blows)

His sister seems happy enough

to pick wildflowers

and be the lady of Merripit House.

There are no other neighbors?

Not close to Baskerville Hall.

Well, it certainly won't take long

to make the acquaintance of these few folk.

Oh, there is one other.

Who's that?

You wouldn't have heard of the Notting Hill murderer,

Sir Henry, but I'm sure that Dr. Watson has.

You mean Selden,

the maniac who escaped from Princetown Jail?

(train whistle blows)

I certainly do.

He's believed to be hiding

out on the moors, near here.

I pray that none of us

should ever meet him face to face.

He's a vicious killer to be sure.

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Good afternoon, Sir Henry.

Welcome to your ancestral home.

You must be Barrymore.

I'm sure pleased to meet you.

This is my friend, Dr. Watson.

He'll be staying a few days.

Would you mind taking my bag

inside for me, Barrymore?

After sitting in that train for so long,

I'd like to stretch my legs.

I won't be long.

♪

Dr. Watson!

Dr. Watson!

Wait a moment!

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How do you do, Mr. Stapleton?

You know my name?

Jack Stapleton has been described

as an entomologist,

and you're obviously hunting insects.

Very good.

I see now why Dr. Mortimer

engaged you and Sherlock Holmes

to investigate this case.

One moment, sir.

Holmes and I are not working on any case.

In fact, Holmes is in London,

whilst I holiday in Devon.

Answer me a question.

How do you know who I am?

Oh, um, uh, I just ran into Dr. Mortimer

and he told me you were here.

(animal howling)

♪

Ye gods!

What's that?

What does it sound like to you, sir?

I suppose like some sort of dog,

but none that I could identify.

I've never in my life

heard a more gruesome noise.

What do you think it is?

It may be a bittern.

There are some nesting in the marshes.

That was no bird.

Then perhaps it was one of the moor ponies.

Do you see those dark green patches over there?

That's the great Grimpen Mire.

It's supposed to be a bottomless bog.

A pony may have strayed into it.

Shouldn't we try to save it?

No hope, I'm afraid.

One false step and you're done for.

I believe I'm the only man in England

who's ever crossed to the heart of Grimpen Mire,

and I know only one very tricky path to it.

(animal howling)

♪

That's not a pony, either!

Have you heard what the local peasants

say of that noise?

What?

That it's a hound,

calling for its prey.

In fact, they say

it's the hound of the Baskervilles,

calling for the blood

of the lord of Baskerville Hall.

And what do you say?

I believe that this is the first time

I've heard it

since Sir Charles died.

Oh, did you see that Cyclopides?

Excuse me an instant!

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Go back!

Go straight back to London!

Can you not tell when a warning

is for your own good?

Get away from this place, at all costs.

But I've only just come.

Who are you?

Beryl!

Please, it's my brother.

Don't tell him what I said.

You have introduced yourselves, I see.

I was just telling Sir Henry

that it's the wrong time of the year

to see the true beauty of the moors.

And who do you imagine this is?

Why, Sir Henry Baskerville.

Afraid not, my dear,

just a humble commoner.

Dr. Watson is my name.

Then we've been talking at cross purposes.

You've not had much time to talk.

I--I mean I talked as if to a resident,

rather than a visitor.

I'm sure nothing important was said.

Would you care to come to Merripit House

for tea, Dr. Watson?

Some other time, thank you.

I have an errand in the village,

and it's getting rather late.

Well, goodbye.

I'm pleased to have met you.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Please forget my silly mistake.

Of course, my dear!

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A telegram arrived yesterday,

with instructions to hand it

to no one but Mr. Barrymore

at Baskerville Hall.

Yes.

I took it there myself.

Uh, and gave it to Barrymore?

Well, not Mr. Barrymore.

I gave it to his wife.

Did you see the man?

No, sir.

Mrs. Barrymore took it inside

and came back with Mr. Barrymore's reply.

The instructions were to hand it to no one

except the man to whom it was addressed.

How do you know he was there?

His wife told me he was,

and I couldn't see no reason

to think otherwise.

Well, I can.

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Good evening, Watson!

May I ask you to question Barrymore

about the telegram you sent, Sir Henry?

Certainly.

Do you think there's something suspicious?

You will see for yourself.

Sir Henry.

Did you receive my telegram yourself yesterday?

I was up in the box room.

My wife brought it to me.

And, uh, did you give the postman your reply?

Not directly, sir.

I told my wife what to say.

I was busy preparing for your arrival.

Have I done something wrong?

Have I done anything to forfeit your confidence?

No, no, Barrymore!

Don't upset yourself.

I didn't mean anything.

In fact, I called you to tell you

when the rest of my luggage arrives,

you can have the pick of my clothes.

This suit does not go with my new position.

(chuckles)

Thank you, milord.

I'm sure I shall find a use for it.

Very prickly character.

Perhaps he has reason

to cut the questions short.

I think I shall retire now.

I have to write to Holmes to report this day.

♪

So, there you have all the events

of this first day in Devon.

(woman crying)

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Darned if I know whether my ears

are playing tricks on me, Watson,

but I could have sworn I heard a woman crying

after I went to bed last night.

I thought I heard the same thing.

I also thought I heard footsteps

on the landing outside my bedroom door.

Well, did you see anything?

No, but the footsteps sounded like a man's.

(dishes breaking)

Please forgive me, I'm not normally clumsy.

I'll clean it up.

Call your wife to do that,

then pour the coffee, Barrymore.

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Tell me, how many women are there in this house?

Only my wife, milord.

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Your wife seems a little under the weather, Barrymore.

It may be a touch of influenza, milord.

Oh, dear!

When did that come on?

I didn't say that it came on,

only that it may be influenza.

You didn't, by any chance,

get up in the night to look for medication for her,

did you?

There was no reason for that, Doctor.

Mrs. Barrymore was perfectly well last evening.

However, I shall take her to her room now.

♪

I could swear she's been crying.

You could be right,

but I don't think we should interfere

in what may be a domestic problem.

I think I'll just take a little walk.

Could you wait while I get my overcoat?

There is no need for that.

I'd prefer to walk alone.

I'm afraid I must insist on coming, Sir Henry.

Holmes said I should never leave your side,

especially when you go onto the moors.

Come, come now,

on a bright, clear day like this,

what harm could possibly come to me?

Really, Watson,

I would much prefer to go alone!

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I've been waiting for a chance to talk to you, Sir Henry.

I'm Beryl Stapleton, your neighbor.

My brother and I were good friends of Sir Charles.

I'm very pleased to meet the young lady

Dr. Watson has told me about.

I must apologize for my stupidity

in thinking he was you,

but I do not apologize for what I said.

You must leave the moor.

It is dangerous for you to stay here.

But what is the danger?

You know the legend of the hound?

I do not believe in such nonsense.

But I do!

You must go away from this place.

It has always been fatal to your family.

Not one of your ancestors

has led a happy life in Devon.

Why do you want to stay?

To a man like me, it is the danger

that makes the moors so attractive.

I'm sorry, but that is in my nature.

If you could maybe say something more definite?

I can say no more than I have.

I know nothing definite.

Say, is, uh, is that your brother,

the insect chaser?

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Yes, it is!

♪

Please don't tell him what I just said.

He'd be very angry.

He feels it necessary that a Baskerville

should be in residence at the hall,

to preserve the local customs.

What do you think you're doing?

Why are you out here?

Had you arranged to meet this man?

Now, look here.

This meeting was pure chance,

and there is nothing in it that could warrant

the way you speak to this lady.

Kindly note that this lady is my sister,

and I shall speak to her in any way I choose.

It matters not a fig to me

that you are Sir Henry Baskerville.

I will not allow her to traipse

around the moors unaccompanied!

There is an escaped convict loose in this area,

and I won't take any chances with her safety!

She's perfectly safe with me here.

But you won't be here very long,

and I don't want her meeting you again,

in any case.

Let's go back to the house.

♪

Are you all right, Sir Henry?

Where did you come from?

I'm sorry to have to admit

that I was following you,

for your own good, of course!

I couldn't hear what was said,

but Stapleton seemed to be

very angry about something.

He seems to have been angry

that I was talking to his sister,

but I can't, for the life of me, think why.

I wonder if he might be crazy.

I feel so sorry that my first meeting

with such an attractive young woman

should have gone so badly.

♪

I really was quite taken with Beryl Stapleton.

♪

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Please don't tell him what I just said.

He'd be very angry.

What do you think you're doing?

Why are you out here?

Had you arranged to meet this man?

It matters not a fig to me

that you are Sir Henry Baskerville.

But you won't be here very long,

and I don't want her meeting you again.

(knocking on door)

♪

Well, now, who'd be visiting at this time of night?

It's Mr. Stapleton, Sir Henry.

He says he has to speak to you

and can't wait until the morning.

Okay, I guess.

Will you stay here, just in case?

If you wish.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Forgive the late hour,

but I have been thinking about my behavior this afternoon

and I realize now how awfully rude I was.

Well, it's big of you to apologize, I must say.

If you weren't the young lady's brother,

my reaction might have been different.

I know that I must have appeared unreasonably angry

but, you see, my sister and I are terribly close,

and to see her talking to a strange man

on these dangerous moors made me quite lose my head.

Can you forgive me?

I might find it easier to do so if I were permitted

to get to know the two of you a little better.

An excellent proposal!

Perhaps I might be permitted to ask, would you dine with us?

Would Friday evening be acceptable?

I don't think my social calendar is quite full just yet.

I'd be delighted!

Very well, Sir Henry.

I shall look forward to Friday.

Goodbye for now.

I don't say, now, that he's not a crazy man,

even after such a handsome apology.

I can't forget the look in his eyes this morning.

But at least you have the opportunity to renew

your acquaintance with his sister.

I sure do!

But I think now is a good time

to set about a little spook hunting,

eh, Watson?

I think you're right.

It was about this time last night we heard those noises.

Let's wait in your bedroom and see if they start again.

♪

(clock ticking)

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♪

(footsteps)

Do you hear that?

Footsteps!

They're going towards the west wing.

As soon as they stop, we'll go after them.

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Take him!

He's ours!

(scuffling sounds)

♪

Barrymore!

What kind of silly game is this?

Uh, no game, milord.

I, I was just securing the windows.

At this time of night, and in this wing?

I'll be dashed if he was securing anything.

It wouldn't surprise me if he was sending a signal.

Oh, no!

I-I-I assure you!

Let's try this.

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♪

There it is!

By crikey!

There's someone out there!

Who is it, Barrymore?

There's nothing, nothing at all.

Who is your confederate out yonder?

It's my business, not yours!

I will not say.

Then you leave my employment right away!

Very good, sir!

I hope you feel the shame.

Your family has lived with mine

for more than a 100 years, and now I find you

deep in some dark plot against me!

No, sir!

Not against you.

My unhappy brother is starving out on the moor.

The light is to show him we've left food there for him.

Then, your brother is--

The escaped convict, Selden.

Is that true?

Now that my wife has told you, it's no longer my secret.

Yes.

Selden is her brother.

Well, I can't blame you for standing by your wife.

Go to your quarters,

we'll discuss this in the morning.

♪

What a nerve he has!

He is desperate.

I wonder how far that is?

Not more than a mile, I'd say.

By thunder, Watson, I'm going after him!

I'll come with you.

(owls hooting)

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♪

(animal howling)

Good heavens, what's that?

It's a noise they have on the moor.

I've heard it before.

(animal howling)

That's the cry of a hound!

What do the local people think of it?

Oh, they're ignorant.

What does it matter?

I'm not a child, Watson!

What do they say?

They say it's the hound of the Baskervilles.

I thought as much.

Don't think me a coward,

but that noise has frozen my very blood.

Then, let's turn back.

Not on your life!

We came out after a convict,

and we shall get him!

Let's hope that hellhound doesn't get us first!

We'll go up the hill and come down behind that rock.

♪

♪

What do we do now?

He won't be far from the light.

Let's get closer.

♪

♪

You'll never take me!

♪

♪

-We've lost him. -I guess so,

but at least he'll think twice

before he comes near Baskerville Hall again.

What's that over there?

I can't see clearly enough.

♪

That was a man!

A prison warder, probably, looking for Selden.

Uh, let's go.

We can tell them what we know tomorrow.

♪

♪

Sir Henry.

Oh, you startled me.

It's been quite a night, you know, Barrymore.

I realize that, milord, but I must speak to you.

Oh, come inside.

I beg you, sir, don't try to catch Selden.

It's our duty.

In a day or two, he's leaving for Southampton,

to get a ship for South America.

He'll do no more harm to us.

Please, don't interfere with this.

The man is known to be a vicious killer.

We can't let him escape!

They'll hang him this time, sir.

It would break my wife's heart.

I'm sorry, Barrymore.

I can't do less than I feel is right.

However, he has had a fright now,

and he may be a hundred miles away by tomorrow.

I won't tell the police.

You're very kind, sir.

I should like to repay your kindness.

I know something about Sir Charles' death.

You know how he died?

No, but, uh, I do know he went out

to meet someone that night.

-Who? -That I cannot say, sir.

But it was a woman.

I found this a few weeks ago.

What does it say?

"Please, please, as you are a gentleman,

burn this letter, and be at the gate

by ten o'clock," and it's signed by LL.

Why haven't you mentioned this before?

I found it only after the inquest.

I wouldn't say anything to harm Sir Charles' reputation.

That letter is from a lady.

What makes you so sure of that?

Look at the handwriting.

I think you're right.

Dr. Mortimer knows everyone in the district.

I'll ask him about a lady with the initials LL

in the morning.

Well, it may be a bit of a long shot, but there is a woman,

in Coombe Tracey called Laura Lyons.

Whether she knew Sir Charles, I cannot say.

There's no one else, I can think of

whose initials are LL.

I'll try Miss Lyons, anyway.

Not Miss Lyons.

She's married, or was, anyhow.

Oh, dear!

Still, I'd better go to see Mrs. Lyons

and hear what she has to say.

♪

I say there!

You!

You, there!

Are you speaking to me?

You're a detective, aren't you?

Well, uh--

You're looking for the killer?

What do you know about it?

Come up here, I have something to show you.

Have you ever wondered how he survives out there

on the moor?

Uh, yes.

I know how he gets his food.

I see him every day.

-The killer? -No!

The lad who carries his vittles to him.

I see him on that far path

leading to the old stone ruins, about this time every day.

Got this, you see.

If you'd like to take a peek, you'll see him any minute.

♪

I do believe you're right!

He's out there now.

Thank you very much, sir, I must go.

I say, you won't forget to tell him

it was me who told you, will you?

(chuckling)

♪

♪

Well, if Selden is getting his food from the Barrymores,

who else is hiding out on this mysterious moor?

I think I'll take a look in there.

♪

♪

Give yourself up!

There are too many of us for you to take on!

You'd better surrender.

I'm coming in.

Keep your hands above your head!

Oh, dear!

♪

(branch snapping)

(wind howling)

It's a lovely day, my dear Watson.

Uh, Holmes!

So how did you know I was in the hut?

I know of only one man who smokes

Bradley's Oxford cigarettes when he gets nervous.

(laughter)

I thought you saw me the night

you were chasing the convict.

Oh, so that was you watching us?

I had to come here.

My investigations show that Sir Henry is in very real danger.

(animal howling)

The hound.

Come, Watson!

Great heavens, if we're too late--

♪

♪

Uh, poor Sir Henry, uh, this is my fault.

Uh, I should never have left him alone.

I hadn't expected that he would meet his demise quite so soon.

It's just as much my fault as yours.

We'll need help to carry the body back to the hall.

Oh no, we won't.

He's not going back there.

Why not?

Take a look for yourself.

Oh, oh, merciful heaven.

It's not Sir Henry.

It's Selden, the convict.

Wearing one of His Lordship's suits.

One of the suits Sir Henry gave to Barrymore.

He must have passed it on to this poor wretch.

Why, Dr. Watson!

That's not you, is it?

Oh, dear me!

Is someone hurt?

Is that our friend, Sir Henry?

It's not, it's Selden.

Selden?

I thought--is he dead?

He seems to have fallen and broken his neck.

Is that what you think, Mr. Holmes?

We are very quick at identification, my friend.

We've been expecting you ever since Dr. Watson arrived.

And now, we have an unpleasant remembrance to take back

to London with us.

You're leaving?

There are more important things to worry us than ghostly hounds.

-So, you heard it? -I heard nothing.

Let's go.

We can send someone to pick up the body.

Goodnight, gentlemen, and goodbye.

♪

♪

Holmes, are we really giving up?

Not at all, we're not moving an inch.

In fact, I shall wire Inspector Lestrade

to come to Devon with an arrest warrant.

And on the way there, I'll tell you about a woman

called Laura Lyons.

♪

♪

Come in!

We are investigating the death of Sir Charles Baskerville.

I understand you have some knowledge of the circumstances.

Why do you think that?

Because of the letter you sent asking him

to meet you that night.

I asked him to burn it!

Are there no gentlemen left?

I wanted to borrow a little money, that's all.

I must warn you, we are treating his death as murder.

I didn't keep the appointment!

Because Jack Stapleton told you not to.

How do you know that?

I didn't, until now.

However, I would have found out.

It's not difficult to check up

on an ex-schoolteacher and his wife.

Wife?

He's not married!

Madam, the woman he calls his sister

is, in fact, his wife.

That's not true!

He and I are to be married just as soon as I get my divorce.

That's why I wanted to borrow the money.

But Stapleton told you not to keep your appointment,

and the next thing we know, Sir Charles is dead.

I know nothing about it.

(crying)

I believe you.

You're not the only one who's been taken in by that man.

I'm sorry, my dear.

♪

♪

(door opening)

Holmes, how good to see you!

But not for long, I'm afraid.

I must return to London and take Watson with me.

But you're job's not finished.

We still don't know what killed my uncle.

I think we do.

Then tell me, man!

I shall be able to do that very soon.

Mr. Stapleton to see you, Sir Henry.

Would you bring in some tea, Barrymore?

I was just passing, and I thought I'd pop in,

to remind you about dinner tonight.

Oh, sure, I hadn't forgotten.

Sit down, have some tea.

I'm sorry, I can't stay.

I have a few more specimens to mount this afternoon.

Well, that's a shame.

♪

We, too, must leave, Sir Henry.

I'll walk to the gate with you.

♪

Well, that's funny.

I left my walking boots here this morning

and now one of them's gone!

There's no need to come out.

Here's the carriage now.

Goodbye, Sir Henry.

I shall return with a solution to this mystery.

I shan't move until you get back.

Don't forget your dinner engagement with the Stapletons.

You can't disappoint them.

Do you think I'll be safe to go out alone tonight?

No harm will come to you, I promise.

Goodbye, Sir Henry.

Goodbye.

♪

♪

Did you notice, Watson, the incredible similarity

between Jack Stapleton and the portrait of Sir Hugo?

So, that's it!

I've been wondering why you suspect him.

Do you think he's a Baskerville?

Excellent deduction.

But, you just told Sir Henry

to go to dinner with him this evening.

He's a killer!

Oh, no, he's not the killer.

And Sir Henry's quite safe with us watching over him.

Let's hope Inspector Lestrade is on that train.

♪

There's Lestrade!

♪

Hmm, I hope you've got something big, Holmes,

to drag me all this way.

-You have the warrant? -Yes.

Then, tonight, you shall have your something big.

Holmes, do you think you could tell us

how you arrived at your conclusions?

Of course.

We shall take tea, and then, a slow drive

to Merripit House,

during which time I'll explain everything.

♪

What I'd like to know first--

No, Watson.

I'll put things in order.

When we first realized

that Sir Henry was being followed around London,

I knew it had to be someone who knew Dr. Mortimer.

He must have mentioned his errand,

probably in passing, to someone living near Baskerville Hall.

The next thing was the man in the carriage.

He's obviously too clever to think of a black beard

as only a disguise.

How much better if he could throw suspicion

onto one of Sir Charles' close acquaintances.

Therefore, he must have known Barrymore.

You never thought it was Barrymore.

Not after I received your letter about Stapleton

being a schoolteacher whose students had died of fever.

That kind of person is easily traced.

My suspicions started

when you wrote about brother and sister,

and my enquiries showed him to be a married man,

with no other relatives.

Why was he lying, except to hide his background?

What was he trying to hide?

Could it be that he stood to gain something

from Sir Charles' death?

The British Museum suggested the answer to this.

There was a Baskerville who had fled England in disgrace,

taking with him a son.

There was a strong possibility this might now be the man

who called himself Stapleton.

The portrait proved that, finally!

♪

And you knew all this before you arrived here?

I knew very little, but suspected a lot.

My few days hiding out on the moor strengthened my suspicions.

That's why I told no one I was here.

What about the warning note Sir Henry got?

I have already allowed, as he was a clever man,

I don't know, yet, what purpose that served.

I couldn't arrest someone for being related to a dead man!

If Stapleton killed Sir Charles, I must have proof!

That is precisely why I sent Sir Henry

into Stapleton's hands, this evening, to get proof.

What do you think he'll do?

I don't know.

But we shall position ourselves outside his house

and wait for his move.

Did you bring a weapon?

I have my revolver.

Good.

Driver, pull up here.

We can walk the rest of the way.

♪

I'll go down to peek through the windows.

You go up there and wait.

Be careful.

♪

♪

(door creaking)

♪

(chain clinking)

♪

♪

I could see only the two men.

No sign of Beryl Stapleton in there.

Is she to be the assassin, do you think?

I confess to having no theories as to how they plan to do this.

We'll just have to sit and wait.

♪

It's been two hours and still nothing's happened.

Oh, no!

Look over there.

If that comes down, we have no chance

of seeing even one another, let alone that house.

It's moving pretty quickly.

There's not much time left.

(door creaking)

I think Sir Henry's leaving.

He'll walk straight into the fog.

Well, thank you very much, Jack.

The pleasure was all mine.

Now, do be careful walking home.

Stick to the road at all costs.

That fog is very thick.

I shall be careful.

♪

We'd better get closer to him.

♪

(animal howling)

♪

Dear heaven!

Save me from this!

(animal growling)

♪

Quickly, we must save Sir Henry.

(animal growling)

♪

Fire towards the scream.

I'll hit Sir Henry!

It's a chance you must take!

(animal whines)

That's no apparition!

You can wound it, you can kill it.

Shoot again!

(growling)

(screaming)

Lestrade!

Shoot!

♪

That's all my ammunition.

Then, we'll tackle it by hand.

♪

Holmes, Lestrade!

He's over here!

♪

He's not dead, he's fainted.

Small wonder.

♪

♪

Phosphorus.

Watson, you stay with Sir Henry.

We'll go for Stapleton.

Uh--uh--oh.

Don't try to move.

♪

(footsteps in house)

You try upstairs.

(footsteps in house)

Holmes!

Up in the bedroom!

(footsteps in house)

♪

Jack did this to stop me warning anyone.

He found out that I'd sent a note

to Sir Henry in London.

You sent that note?

I suspected Jack was behind Sir Charles' death.

I wanted to make sure it didn't happen again.

And then tonight, I saw him lead

that hideous animal into the outhouse

and realized what he was going to do.

I argued with him.

I pleaded with him not to do it.

Do you know where he is now?

He would have gone into the mire where no one can follow.

Do you think you could lead us to him?

I'll try, but it's very dangerous.

♪

No one could pick his way through a mire in this fog.

♪

(screaming)

That must be Jack!

He's gone under!

God rest his soul, the poor, sad fool.

♪

He put broken twigs into each solid patch.

He was the only one who knew the way through.

♪

Aha, Sir Henry's boot.

♪

He needed to steal that to give the hound its scent.

♪

Will you be very upset if they can't find him?

When I saw that fog last night,

I knew he'd never be able to cross the mire.

I'm quite resigned to the idea that he's gone forever,

and I'm not sorry.

He was an evil man.

I have decided to take a long cruise

to help forget this dreadful incident.

Perhaps, when I get back, you too might have forgotten.

I shall be here.

♪

Well, this is where he kept the beast, obviously.

♪

Why did Stapleton choose this way to commit his murders?

If he wanted to inherit the Baskerville title,

he needed to be absolutely free of any suspicions.

What better way to do that than to resurrect

the ancient curse on the family?

Well, it seems that this time, he turned out

to be the one who suffered.

I think you're right.

Well, Watson, that solves the mystery

of the hound of the Baskervilles,

and, as always...

the solution was elementary, my dear Watson.

Elementary.

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