LENFILM
THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES
Part One
Starring
SHERLOCK HOLMES - Vasily Livanov
DR. WATSON - Vitaly Solomin
Mrs. Hudson - Rina Zelenaya
Also...
Irina Kupchenko, Nikita Mikhalkov,
Alla Demidova, Svetlana Kruchkova
Alexandr Adabashian, Borislav Brondukov
Sergei Martinson, Evgeny Steblov
Oleg Yankovsky
O. Belov, D. Bessonov, O. Palmov
A. Hudeyev, R. Chirov and others
Well, Watson, what do you make of this stick?
I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.
My dear friend, if you read my treatise on organs of perception of detectives...
...you would know that they have got special heat receptors at the tips of their ears.
Which is to say I do not have eyes in the back of my head.
He can see your reflection in the coffee-pot.
To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C. H...
...and the date "1884".
What do you make of the owner of the stick?
I think that Dr. Mortimer is an elderly medical man.
I suppose he is...
...a country practitioner. - Why so?
Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one
has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it.
And then again, there is the engraving.
I should guess that the letters "C.H." Probably stand for the local...
...hunting club.
Dear Watson, you have mastered my method of deductions but
I am afraid, my dear Watson, that most of your conclusions were erroneous.
A presentation like this to a doctor is more likely to come from a Hospital.
The letters 'C.C.H.'
Make me think of "Charing Cross Hospital".
- You may be right, you may be right. - Let's move a step forward.
A doctor who is well-established in a London practice would not drift into the country.
More likely he was a house-surgeon or a senior student.
He left London 5 years ago - the date is on the stick.
So, my dear Watson, your grave, middle-aged family practitioner vanishes into thin air.
And there emerges an amiable young fellow...
under thirty, unambitious, absent-minded,
As only an absent-minded man could wait a whole hour in our room
and then leave his stick. And he...
...is very fond of his dog.
Judging by marks of its teeth on the stick...
it is larger than a terrier...
...and smaller than a mastiff.
As to the latter part, there are no means of checking it.
Elementary, my friend. It is a curly-haired spaniel.
- A spaniel? Did you say a curly-haired spaniel? - Exactly, a spaniel.
You insist on it being a spaniel?
Mr. Holmes, your yesterday's visitor is here.
Yesterday he left his stick and today he has brought his dog with him.
I am so very glad!
I was not sure whether I had left it here or in the Shipping Office.
- A presentation? - Yes.
- From Charing Cross Hospital? - From my colleagues on the occasion of my marriage.
Dear, dear, that's bad.
I had hardly expected, Mr. Holmes...
so dolichocephalic a skull
or such well-marked supra-orbital development.
Your skull would be an ornament to any anthropological museum.
I am flattered.
I consider you the second highest expert in Europe...
Indeed, sir! May I inquire who has the honor to be the first?
To the man of scientific mind the work of Monsieur Bertillon must always appeal strongly.
But as a practical man of affairs it is acknowledged that you stand alone.
I trust, sir, that I have not inadvertently...
Just a little.
I have in my pocket a manuscript. It is an old manuscript.
Early eighteenth century, unless it is a forgery.
Amazing! How can you say that, sir?
You have presented an inch or two of it
...to my examination all the time that you have been talking.
I put that at...
...1740. - The exact date is 1742!
This is a family treasure.
It was committed to my care by Sir Charles Baskerville,
whose sudden and tragic death some three months ago created...
...so much excitement in Devonshire.
I was a personal friend as well as a medical attendant to sir Charles.
He was a strong-minded man, shrewd, and practical man.
Yet he took this document very seriously.
The manuscript is very short. With your permission I will read it to you.
Of the origin of the Hound of the Baskervilles there have been many statements.
Yet as I come in a direct line from Hugo Baskerville...
...and as I had the story from my father, who also had it from his,
I have set it down as is here set forth.
And I would have you believe, my sons, that no ban is so heavy
but that by prayer and repentance it may be removed.
It chanced that our ancestor Hugo came to love
(if, indeed, so dark a passion may be known under so bright a name)
The daughter of a neighboring yeoman. One dark night he stole down upon the farm
and carried off the maiden, her father and brothers being from home, as he well knew.
The maiden was placed in an upper chamber, while Hugo and his friends drank downstairs.
In the stress of her fear the lass did a desperate thing.
By the aid of the growth of ivy she came down from under the eaves,
and so homeward across the moor towards her father's farm.
Some little time later Hugo left his guests to visit his captive alone,
but found the cage empty and the bird escaped.
Then, he became as one that hath a devil.
Hugo ordered to put the hounds upon her and off went the pack.
Hugo got into the saddle and followed the dogs across the moors.
Revelers were unable to quickly understand what the haste was about.
Finally the whole of them took horse and started in pursuit.
They had gone a mile or two when the drunken squires came upon the hounds.
These, though known for their valor, were whimpering in a cluster around the horses.
The company had come to a halt. The torches lit upon a clearing,
and there in the center lay the dead maiden.
And then hair rose upon the heads of the sobered daredevils.
Standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, there was a foul thing.
It was a great, black beast, shaped like a hound.
The beast turned its blazing eyes...
...and dripping jaws upon them.
None of them remembered how he got home.
To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counsel you
by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in those dark hours
when the powers of evil are exalted.
Do you not find it interesting, Mr. Holmes?
It is... to a collector of ancient tales.
Now then, Mr. Holmes. This is the Devon County Chronicle
of May 14th of this year with a short account of the facts
elicited at the death of Sir Charles Baskerville.
The death of Sir Charles Baskerville,
whose name has been mentioned as the probable Liberal candidate for
Mid-Devon at the next election, has cast a gloom over the county.
Being himself childless and single, it was sir Charles's openly expressed desire
that the whole countryside should, within his own lifetime, profit by his good fortune.
And many will have personal reasons for bewailing his untimely end.
On the basis of the post-mortem examination
coroner's jury returned a verdict of sudden death from natural causes.
So what?
Quiet, Snoopy.
I don't believe one single word of it!
While I was examining the body in the yew alley, I noticed footprints.
A man's or a woman's?
They were the footprints...
...of a gigantic hound.
Did any one else see them?
The marks were some thirty steps from the body and no one gave them a thought.
I don't suppose I should have paid attention to them had I not known this legend.
- You say the footprints were very large? - Enormous.
- But they did not approach the body? - No.
I understand that the yew hedge is penetrated at the far end by a gate?
Yes, the wicket-gate leads on to the moor.
Now, tell me, Dr. Mortimer, and this is important,
Were those the only marks besides those of Sir Charles?
No, there were also the footprints left by his butler Barrymore, who found the body.
You interest me exceedingly.
Another point. Was the wicket-gate closed?
Not only closed, but padlocked.
Was anything found by the wicket-gate?
It's hard to discern anything on the well-trampled snow.
Sir Charles had evidently stood by the wicket-gate for five or ten minutes.
How do you know that?
Because the ash had twice dropped from his cigar.
Did you examine the body?
No evidence of violence.
- And the post-mortem?
- A long-standing organic disease of the heart. - We shall take up this case.
Mr. Holmes, there is a realm in which the detectives and the police are helpless.
Local people told me that before the tragic death of Sir Charles
some of them had seen a terrible creature upon the moor
which corresponds exactly to the hell-hound of the legend.
I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district.
In a modest way I have combated evil, but to take on...
the Father of Evil himself would, perhaps, be too ambitious a task.
What exactly are you asking me to do?
I haven't requested anything of you so far.
Why then, have you come here, Dr. Mortimer?
To get advice.
Tell me, what I should do with Sir Henry Baskerville
who arrives at Waterloo Station in exactly...
...one hour and a quarter.
- He being the heir? - Yes, he arrives from Canada.
There is no other claimant?
Sir Henry is the last of the Baskervilles.
We shall be waiting for you and the heir.
And don't frighten sir Henry in advance.
My late husband used to say that this one was the most detailed atlas of Britain.
Here in this volume you'll find Devonshire.
- Thank you. You are so considerate. - That's true.
Has you visitor left his cane again?
This is the place that interests us.
That is Baskerville Hall in the middle.
With a wood around it, mark it.
The yew alley is not marked here,
But I fancy it must stretch along this line, with the moor, upon the right of it.
This small clump of buildings here is the hamlet of Grimpen
where, I take it, our friend Dr. Mortimer
has his headquarters.
Then about fourteen miles away...
Right here
the great convict prison of Princetown.
There are only a very few scattered dwellings.
And everywhere between them extends the moor.
It must be a wild place, Watson.
You are thinking about the case?
- I can't get rid of the thoughts. - What do you make of it?
It is very bewildering.
You can't be more right, Watson.
Oh, who are you?
I am Mrs. Hudson, sir.
Glad to meet you. Good morning.
No, no, this is a saddle, I'll leave it here. You may go. Go now.
Good morning, gentlemen.
- Welcome to Great Britain. - Thank you, Mr...
Good morning, Mr. Holmes! I've recognized you.
The legends about your feats have reached us on the other side of the ocean.
And you must be Dr. Watson.
I am not a connoisseur of literature, but your writings...
Oh, my dear friends, I am so happy!
Only the weather is too hot in London. You know, I left two weeks ago...
...and it was raining and snowing, but here it is almost like in the Tropics!
- You cane. - Damned forgetfulness. Good afternoon.
How has the land of your ancestors met you?
- Great! I... - With puzzles.
- The letter. - Oh, yes.
I got a very strange letter. I must say I know no one in London,
...and still the letter was in my hotel room.
Sherlock Holmes!
"As you value your life or your reason keep away from the moor."
Anonymous.
The word "moor" only is printed in ink.
What do you make of it, Dr. Mortimer?
You must allow that there is nothing supernatural about this, at any rate?
But it might very well come from someone...
...who was convinced that the business is supernatural.
What business? It seems to me that all you gentlemen know more than I do.
- That's why I'd like to... - Sir Henry, when the time comes you shall share our knowledge.
- I see. - Take my word for it.
Gentlemen, let us confine ourselves for the present to this very interesting document.
The words were surely cut out from "the Times" leading article.
Do you have yesterday's evening Times, Watson?
I read yesterday's Times. There is nothing there about the arrival of Sir Henry.
- There couldn't be anything because I've just arrived... - Sir Henry.
Tell me, Dr. Mortimer, could you tell the skull of a Negro from that of an Esquimau?
That is my special hobby.
The supra-orbital crest, the facial angle, the maxillary curve...
I do have my special hobby too.
There is as much difference to my eyes between the leaded bourgeois type of
a Times article and the slovenly print of an evening half-penny paper
...as there could be between your Negro and your Esquimau. - I understand.
A Times leader is entirely distinctive.
- So someone cut out this message with scissors? - Nail-scissors.
But why is the last word written by hand?
That is elementary, Watson. He could not find it in print.
- What else can you say about it? - There are one or two indications.
The words are not glued on in an accurate line. That may point
to agitation and hurry upon the part of the cutter.
Then I am almost certain that this letter has been written in a hotel.
Why?
You see, Doctor Mortimer, a private pen and ink-bottle...
...are seldom allowed to be in such an awful state.
Sir Henry! Sir Henry.
- Yes? What? - Now it is your turn.
Now tell us, has anything else of interest happened to you since you have been in London?
Nothing.
Mr. Holmes, I only just arrived in London.
Ah, Dr. Watson, you know, I have spent nearly all
My childhood and youth in the States and in Canada.
I studied there.
I say, I... I lost one of my boots.
You asked if anything had happened. I lost my boot.
Sir Henry, you will find your boot.
- I just thought it might be curious. - You must have mislaid it, that's all.
Don't think that I pity them, gentlemen.
It is that I only bought the pair last night in the Strand, and I have never had them on.
You put out new boots to be cleaned?
Not exactly. They were tan boots.
I don't much like this color and I left a note that they...
...be varnished with black wax. So that they be black.
But why didn't you buy black boots?
Why, Sir Henry?
And what is strange about it? What are you driving at?
What do you mean, Dr. Watson?
Watson, it is becoming interesting.
Look to the right.
We'll try to have a good look at this man.
Damn, he noticed us.
- Who was the man? - I have not an idea.
- Did you see the face? - I noticed the beard.
Me too. And most likely it is false.
- A spy? - I think so.
Baskerville has been very closely shadowed since he has been in town.
How else could it be known that he stopped at the Northumberland Hotel?
Are they playing me for a sucker in this hotel?
For a sucker?
For a sucker.
If that chap can't find my missing boot there will be trouble!
- Good afternoon, gentlemen. Still looking for your boot? - Good afternoon, Holmes.
I can take a joke with the best, but they've got a bit over the mark.
Last night they took one of my new ones, and to-day they have sneaked one of the old.
Nowhere in the world in no other hotel...
...has anything so mad and queer happened to me!
- Good morning, Watson. - Good morning.
Dr. Mortimer, did you notice, that you were followed this...
...morning from my house? - Followed! By whom?
That, unfortunately, is what I cannot tell you.
Try to remember if you have among your neighbors or acquaintances in the village...
...any man with a beard?
Why, yes. Barrymore, Sir Charles's butler, is a man with...
...a full beard. - And where is Barrymore now?
He is in Baskerville Hall. The house is in his charge.
That can be easily checked. We shall do the following.
We shall send two wires. One to Barrymore to Baskerville Hall.
'Is all ready for Sir Henry? ' The second will be sent to the postmaster In Devonshire
with instructions to be delivered personally to Barrymore.
If absent, return wire to Northumberland Hotel.
By the way, who is this Barrymore, anyhow?
The Barrymores have looked after the Hall for five or six generations now.
- Did Barrymore profit at all by Sir Charles's will? - Yes.
He and his wife had 5 hundred pounds each.
Did they know that they would receive this?
Yes; Sir Charles was very fond of talking about the provisions of his will.
Very interesting.
I hope that you do not look with suspicious eyes upon everyone...
...who received a legacy from Sir Charles?
I also had something left to me.
About a thousand pounds.
And how much was the inheritance?
A million.
Dear Mortimer...
...It is a stake for which any one might well play a desperate game.
Yes.
Now it is absolutely clear to me that if Doctor Watson agrees to...
...accompany you to Baskerville Hall, Sir Henry will feel much safer.
And you...
As you know, Watson, I am held back in London by urgent matters.
And you will report to me on a daily basis. If matters came to a crisis
I should endeavor to be present in person to help you.
- So far we have only one thread. - The cabman?
- Yes. - What a pity we did not get the number!
Not we, but you, my dear friend.
- Hello, Butler. - Good afternoon, sir.
I have some recollection that you had among your boys a lad named Cartwright.
- He showed much ability. - Yes, sir, he is still with us.
- Could you ring him up? - Cartwright!
And I should be glad to have change of this 5-pound note.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes - Glad to see you, Cartwright.
Let me have the Hotel Directory.
This is the list of 23 hotels in the neighborhood of Charing Cross.
Yes, sir.
- Look at it carefully and remember the names. Got it? - Yes, sir.
You will visit each of these in turn
In each case you will give the Outside porter 1 shilling.
- Here you are, sir. - Thank you.
Here are 23 shillings Cartwright.
You will tell him that you want to see the waste-paper of yesterday.
You will say that...
...an important telegram has miscarried.
But what you are really looking for is the center page of the Times
...with some holes cut in it with scissors.
- Here is the article. Can you remember it? - Yes, sir.
Excellent. The outside porter will direct you to the hall porter,
to whom also you will give a shilling.
23 shillings more.
The chances are slim, but let us hope we are lucky.
There are 10 shillings over in case of emergencies.
Let me have a report by wire at Baker Street before evening. That's all.
Yes, sir.
And now, it only remains for us to find out by wire the identity of the cabman, No.2704.
This way please.
I got a message from the head office that a gent at this address had been inquiring for No.2704.
I've driven my cab this 7 years and never a word of complaint. So I decided to go myself.
Let them tell me to my face what they had against me.
I have nothing in the world against you, my good man. On the contrary...
if you will give answers to all questions put to you in this house...
...you'll get half a sovereign. This way, please.
One never knows his luck...
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, sir.
Tell me all about the fare who
came and watched this house at 10 o'clock this morning and afterwards
followed the two gentlemen along several streets.
Why, there's no good my telling you things, for you seem to know as much as I do already.
How would you describe him?
He was dressed like a toff,
and he had a black beard. I don't know as I could say more than that.
Color of his eyes?
No, I can't say that.
- Two wires, Doctor Watson. - Thank you.
"Visited 23 hotels,
but sorry, to report unable to trace cut sheet. Cartwright."
"Have just heard that Barrymore is at the Hall. BASKERVILLE."
There go two of my threads.
Perhaps you noticed something else?
My fare told me that he was a detective and that I was to keep my mouth shut.
Interesting. When did he say this?
- When he paid me. - Did he say anything more?
He mentioned his name.
Excellent.
Watson, get another half-sovereign.
- What was the name - Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
- Hello, Perkins. - Hello, Doctor Mortimer.
- This is Perkins. - Ah, well.
Good morning, my lord.
Go!
The new master has arrived.
What is this, Perkins?
There's a convict escaped from Princetown, sir.
The warders have been searching for him for three days now.
They watch every road and every station but all to no avail.
Who is he, then?
It is crazy Selden, the Notting Hill murderer.
This is a man that would stick at nothing, not like some petty thief.
Here is Baskerville Hall.
Tell me, Mortimer, was it in this park that my uncle died?
No, it was in the yew alley on the other side.
Yes, gentlemen, the place does look gloomy.
I'll have a row of electric lamps up here inside of six months.
Have you heard anything about a thousand candlepower lamps?
They were invented by Edison and Swan.
Welcome, Sir Henry! Welcome to Baskerville Hall!
No, no Barrymore, you are mistaken.
Doctor said in Latin. "Erratum humanum est".
I am your new master, Barrymore.
Well...
...It's just as I imagined an old family home.
My people have lived here 5 hundred years.
When would you wish dinner to be served, sir?
- Excuse me, eh... - Barrymore.
Tell me, Barrymore, when do you usually serve dinner?
- In the evening. - Shall we wait? We'll wait.
Sir Henry, my wife and I will be happy to stay here for as long as you need us.
But under the new conditions this house will require a considerable staff.
What new conditions, Barrymore?
Sir Charles led a very retired life.
Very modest.
As far as I understand, you would lead another kind of life.
To my knowledge your family, Barrymore,
have lived in Baskerville Hall for several generations.
I should be sorry to begin my life here by breaking an old tradition.
But still the place looks a bit gloomy, doesn't it?
Yes.
It is hard to imagine that this is the chamber which made us...
...feel so gloomy in the evening.
I guess it is ourselves and not the house
that we have to blame. We were tired and worn out with our journey
So we took a grey view of the place.
Now we have had a night's rest, I for one slept soundly...
...and everything seems more cheerful.
- What is it, porridge? - Cereal, Sir.
- I say... - Barrymore, Sir.
Excuse me, Barrymore, is there anything else to eat?
Well, I don't know, a stake, some meet?
I shall serve meet for dinner, my lord.
And yet it was not entirely a question of our mood.
Did you happen to hear someone...
...a woman I think, sobbing in the night?
You heard it too?
You know, I thought that I imagined it.
I really woke up at about midnight
and it seemed to me that I heard some one cry. I concluded that it was all a dream.
I heard it distinctly, and I am sure that it was really the sob of a woman.
We will find out right away.
- Barrymore. - Barrymore... come over here, please.
Tell us who could weep at night in the house in a woman's voice?
There are only 2 women in the house, my lord.
One is the scullery-maid, who lives in the other wing.
The other is my wife, and I assure you she did not cry.
I suppose, we imagined it.
Certainly, sir.
I had the telegram delivered to Mr. Barrymore...
...exactly as directed.
Who delivered it?
My boy here.
- James! - Yes?
- Did you deliver that telegram to Mr. Barrymore at the Hall? - Yes.
Into his own hands?
No, Mr. Barrymore was up in the loft so I gave it into Mrs. Barrymore's hands.
Did you see Mr. Barrymore?
No, sir; I tell you he was in the loft.
- How do you know he was in the loft? - Well, surely his own wife ought to know where he is.
Didn't he get the telegram?
If there is any mistake
It is for Mr. Barrymore himself to complain.
Doctor Watson?
You will excuse my presumption. Here on the moor we are homely folk.
And do not wait for formal introductions.
You may possibly have heard my name from our mutual friend, Mortimer.
I am Stapleton, of Merripit House.
- Glad to meet you. - Glad to meet you.
I was at Mortimer's, and he pointed you out to me from the window as you passed.
I thought that I would introduce myself.
How is sir Henry? We were all rather afraid
that after the sad death of Sir Charles the new heir might refuse to live here.
Sir Henry has, I hope, no superstitious fears in the matter?
What matter?
The legend of the fiend dog which is said to haunt the Baskerville family.
- You know about it? - Yes, I do.
And Mr. Sherlock Holmes?
Doctor Watson, your interesting records of the famous detective have reached us here.
If you are here, then it follows that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is interesting himself in the matter.
I am curious to know what view he may take.
At present Mr. Sherlock Holmes has other cases which engage his attention.
So you are conducting the investigation?
Doctor Watson, if you need my help I trust that you will command me.
Thank you. I am here upon a visit to my friend, Sir Henry, and need no help of any kind.
- Good bye. - Good bye.
Excellent! Cautiousness comes first!
In London...
I decided to dress like a true Englishman.
So please put away all these Canadian suitcases.
And by the way, if you can find some use for any of those things, take a look.
- Perhaps you'll have something yourself? - Thank you, that is unnecessary.
Would you like to have this fur-coat?
- No... - Please, take it, it may prove useful.
Sir Henry... Sir Henry. Don't listen to him, Sir Henry.
Of course if you feel like presenting us with this fur-coat we will gladly have it.
- Elisa. - You are so kind, sir Henry. Just like your late uncle.
Our poor master, the kind sir Charles.
John, you know perfectly that some one might need it.
- Elisa. - I'll say nothing more. He didn't understand anything all the same.
This s a present to us.
You went out, Watson? Barrymore and I are here looking through the luggage.
Tell me, Barrymore...
...Did you get sir Henry's wire from London informing you of his arrival?
Yes, I did.
- Did the boy deliver it into your own hands? - Yes.
Well, no. I was in the box-room at the time, and my wife brought it up to me.
Did you answer it yourself?
No; I told my wife what to answer and she...
Thank you.
Please, go back to London, instantly.
Why should I go back?
For God's sake, believe me. Don't ask for explanations.
- Go back and never set foot upon the moor again. - But why, why?
Hush, my brother is coming! Not a word to him.
Glad to see you. Oh, it's you, Beryl?
- Jack, you are very hot. - Yes, I was chasing a remarkable species.
A Cyclopides. But I haven't got anything with me. What a pity.
You have introduced yourselves?
Yes. I was telling Sir Henry
that it was rather early for him to see the beauties of the moor. Orchids are not blossoming yet.
Why, who do you think this is?
No, no, don't give me wrong titles.
I am only a humble friend of Sir Henry. My name is Dr. Watson.
Doctor Watson.
We have been talking at cross purposes.
Doctor Watson, this is my sister.
I took Doctor Watson for our neighbor.
It cannot much matter to him whether it is early or late for the orchids.
Now that you know my sister.
We demand that you visit our farm, Right now.
Thank you. This way, please.
Queer spot to choose, is it not?
And yet we manage to make ourselves fairly happy, do we not, Beryl?
- Quite happy. - Please.
I had a school the north country, but the fates were against us.
An epidemic broke out in the school and 3 of the boys died.
We never recovered from the blow
and much of my capital was irretrievably swallowed up.
And yet, if it were not for the loss
of the charming companionship of the boys, I could rejoice over my own misfortune.
As for a man with my strong tastes for botany and zoology,
I find an unlimited field of work here. Truly unlimited.
Life here might be a little dull less for you, perhaps, than for your sister.
- No, no, I am never dull. - What do we have for lunch today?
It's only me who makes coffee in this house. Only me.
Just a moment.
Excuse me for my stupid joke Doctor Watson.
Please forget the words I said, which have no application whatever to you.
I will convey your warning to Sir Henry.
You make too much of it, Dr. Watson.
My brother and I were very much shocked by the death of Sir Charles. We knew him very intimately.
His favorite walk was over the moor to our house.
I was distressed therefore when Sir Charles's heir came down to live here.
I felt that he should be warned of the danger which he will run.
But what is the danger?
You know the story of the hound?
I do not believe in such nonsense.
But I do.
It seemed to me you did not wish your brother to overhear what you said?
My brother is very anxious to have the Hall inhabited.
For he thinks it is for the good of the poor folk upon the moor.
He would be very angry if he knew that I
am trying to influence Sir Henry.
We have our studies, we have lots of books, and we have interesting neighbors.
Dr. Mortimer is a most learned man in his own line.
Poor Sir Charles...
...was also an admirable companion. Please.
Yes... We knew him well.
We miss him more than I can tell.
- Please. - Thank you.
What would you say if I were to call upon Sir Henry? Will I intrude?
I am sure that he would be delighted to make your acquaintance.
You keep writing. Yet your friend shows no sign of coming.
Sherlock Holmes?
Yes, it's hard to sort things out without him.
A dark matter, sir. Very dark.
Good afternoon.
- Ah, good afternoon. - Welcome.
It is a wonderful place, the moor! You never tire of the moor.
It is so mysterious.
I have only been here two years shortly after Sir Charles settled.
But I am a naturalist and have explore every part of the country round.
That is the Grimpen Mire.
A false step yonder means death to man or beast.
And yet I can find my way to the very heart of it and return alive.
Well, you see the hills beyond? They are really islands
That is where the rare plants and the butterflies are.
I shall try my luck some day.
For God's sake put such an idea out of your mind. Forget it.
Your blood would be upon my head. You won't come back alive.
It is only by remembering
certain complex landmarks that I am able to penetrate it.
Quiet!
Did you here that?
Queer place, the moor!
But what is it?
The peasants say it is the Hound of the Baskervilles
calling for its prey.
I have never heard it quite so loud.
You are an educated man. How do you account for so strange a sound?
Bogs make queer noises sometimes.
It's the mud settling, or the water rising, or something.
But that was a living voice.
Well, perhaps it was.
Did you ever hear a bittern booming?
Mm yes.
We haven't seen our mutual friend Doctor Mortimer for a long time now.
He has been excavating some barrow.
Glad to see you well and happy.
- Any news, Doctor Watson? - Happily none.
And I am all excited.
For one thing I am overjoyed. I have excavated a barrow in the Down
and has got a prehistoric skull which is a true holiday for me.
But Mr. Frankland, the local lawyer, intends to prosecute me for
opening a grave without the consent of the next of kin of the deceased.
You are laughing, Sir Henry, but I see nothing funny in it
Because in the English law one can well find something to that point.
Mr. Frankland is an expert at it.
Sometimes he has seven or eight lawsuits upon his hands simultaneously.
Mr. And Miss Stapleton.
Welcome to Baskerville Hall.
You evidently frequented this house?
Sir Henry and I
feel like visitors here.
Yes, we used to come here quite often.
Sir Charles was a very hospitable man.
Your uncle was the soul of our society.
Will you stay here long?
I suppose I wont' leave these places any more.
- I say, Watson. - Yes?
Is that all?
She said it was early yet...
to enjoy the beauty of the moor.
The orchids are not blossoming yet.
What else did she tell you?
She said she was anxious because of the arrival of the heir.
Meaning you.
I wonder what else she told you about the orchids.
You know they are such...
They are not blossoming yet.
The orchids are not blossoming yet.
What would that mean?
Not blossoming and that is that.
What are you doing here, Barrymore?
Nothing, sir. It is the window.
I go round at night to see that they are fastened.
- In the tower? - Yes, sir, all the windows in the house.
Come, now, Barrymore!
No lies! What were you doing at that window?
I was doing no harm, sir.
I was holding a candle to the window and...
And why were you holding a candle to the window?
Don't ask me, Sir Henry
Don't ask me! I give you my word, sir, that it is not my secret.
If it concerned no one but myself I would not...
It must have been a signal.
- In what sense? - In the direct sense.
Let us see if there is any answer
Ah, did you see that, Watson? Did you...
What a scoundrel.
Barrymore, it is a signal.
- Who are your confederates? - That's my business.
- Answer me this minute! - It concerns only me. I will not tell you anything.
Then you leave my employment right away. Get out!
- Get out, Barrymore! - Very good, sir.
- If I must I must. - And you go in disgrace.
Barrymore, your family has lived with mine for over a hundred years under this roof,
and here I find you deep in some dark plot against me!
No, no, sir; no, not against you!
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Look what you've done, Eliza. We have to go.
You can go pack our things.
Have I brought you to this? Just you listen to him.
Sir Henry, I won't lie to you. If there's something bad in it...
...Believe me, my husband has done nothing except for my sake.
We humored him too much when he was a lad and gave him his own way in everything
until he came to think that he could do whatever he liked.
That the world was made for his pleasure.
- Watson, I don't understand anything. - He was as one possessed.
He broke his mother's heart and dragged our name in the dirt.
From crime to crime he sank lower and lower.
Only the mercy of God has snatched him from the scaffold.
I don't understand anything.
Sir Henry, I wish you knew what a charming child he was.
- I can show you his childhood portrait. - Don't bother to show me anything. I don't...
A real angel. He just met wicked companions.
He maiden name is Seldon, Sir.
Well, well. I don't know... So what?
Seldon is her younger brother.
So Seldon the murderer is your brother?
Yes, sir. He is starving on the moor. John gives him a sign
...that food is ready. And he indicates where to bring it. That's all.
Every day we hoped that he is gone,
but as long as he is there we can not desert him.
I don't understand anything! Please, I don't understand! A brother, the moor...
What dinner can there be on the moor? Take it... I don't understand.
Take this woman away, Barrymore. I don't want to here any of this.
I say, Doctor, I don't understand anything.
Explain to me, please, what they were talking about?
Her brother Seldon, the assassin, is hiding on the moor.
They are feeding him.
You don't say!
The fire must be so placed as to be only visible from here.
I wonder he dares.
How far do you think it is?
Not more than a mile or two off.
I say, let's take this man.
- Let's. - And that'll be the end of it.
It won't.
Are you armed?
- I have a hunting-crop. - I have got a revolver.
Just stay here and I'll turn left...
Do you remember what Holmes said? The hour of darkness in which the power of evil is exalted?
Screenplay by Igor Maslennikov with Participation of Yuri Veksler
Directed by Igor Maslennikov
Directors of photography: Dmitry Dolinin, Vladimir Ilyin
Production director: Bella Manevich
Composer: Vladimir Dashkevich Sound by: Asia Zvereva
Costume designer N. Lev, Make-up designer L. Eliseyeva. Edited by L. Obrazumova
Director A. Tigai, cameraman A. Nasyrov Editor N. Chirkov
Production director Grigory Prusovsky
The End of Part One
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ASSOCIATION OF TV MOVIES
THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES
Part Two
Starring
SHERLOCK HOLMES - Vasily Livanov
DR. WATSON - Vitaly Solomin
Mrs. Hudson - Rina Zelenaya
Also...
Irina Kupchenko, Nikita Mikhalkov,
Alla Demidova, Svetlana Kruchkova
Alexandr Adabashian, Borislav Brondukov
Sergei Martinson, Evgeny Steblov
Oleg Yankovsky
P. Leomar, O. Palmov and others
Watson, Watson, what's that? It was the cry of a hound?
They say it might be the calling of some bird.
But you know yourself that it sounded like a hound.
It's a sound they have on the moor sometimes.
Oh, please, don't. Don't treat me like a child.
Tell me the truth. It is the hound, isn't it Watson?
The folk on the countryside say it is the cry of the Hound of the Baskervilles.
It all fits together. When my uncle died there was the footprint of the hound beside him.
- Shall we turn back? - Yes, let's.
What is it?
Seldon.
- There is another one over there. - Where?
You are unwell to, Watson?
Your breakfast, my lord.
Why are you always shouting, Barrymore? Why are you shouting?
We are not deaf here, are we. My God.
I was very much surprised when I learned that you had been chasing Selden.
I assure you I wouldn't like to put anyone upon his track.
The poor fellow has enough to fight against.
But what have you got to do with it all? Tell me, what have you got to do with it?
You only told us, or rather your wife only told us,
when it was forced from her.
You must agree that he is still a murderer.
There are lonely houses scattered over the moor.
Think how Mr. Stapleton and his sister must feel?
Should something happen there is nowhere they can expect help from.
- I assure you, Selden is no danger to anyone. - Well...
He is about to leave for South America. He is waiting for a ship.
The police have given up the chase. But of course if you report to the police...
Very well, but what if he does something before he leaves?
- But... - Sir, he is on the moor as quiet as a mouse.
Is he not afraid of that hound on the moor? Just...
He is very much afraid.
Look here, Barrymore, my friend. Don't take offence.
After all we are not going to report to the police or the authorities.
So you can rest assured.
God bless you, Sir.
- You are so kind, Sir Henry. - No, not again.
You are do kind to us. Perhaps I should have told you earlier.
Perhaps the police would have liked to know it to?
It's well to go carefully when there's a lady in the case.
And when it concerns noble people Nothing good will
ever come of it. This won't help our poor master,
and your uncle, the kind Sir Charles.
Every day I clean in his study and even on the day
following his death I dusted his table, and the marble statuette...
...and the mantelpiece... - Did you find anything in the study?
Don't take it that I was fumbling with his papers, sir.
I never do that. I am not in the habit
...of fumbling with other people's papers, Sir. - Did you find anything?
I know why he was at the gate at that late hour.
- Why? - It was to meet a woman.
- How do you know this? - I found the ashes of a burned letter in the back of the grate.
Quite by chance, Sir. I... Don't think bad of me, please.
What was it?
Almost ashes, Sir. I managed to read a few words at the end of the letter.
"I entreat you as only a woman can entreat
be at the gate by 10 o clock".
- Have you got that slip? - No, sir, it crumbled all to bits in my hand.
- What else? - The signature.
- The signature? - Yes, it was signed.
2 letters, Sir, "L.L."
The sun has come out and there seems nothing to be afraid of.
Tell me please, you probably know everyone here.
- At least the grown-up people of the neighborhood. - Suppose, I do.
Can you, then, tell me the full name of any woman
whose initials are L. L?
There is no one whose initials are those.
Wait a bit though.
There is a Laura Lyons.
- Who is she? - She is Frankland's daughter.
Ah, Frankland's.
Thanks for reminding me.
What a nice day.
Good morning dear Watson.
- You are going to the post-office? - Yes... Some other time, though.
Haven't seen you for quite a while. Any news except for the weather?
- I haven't seen you for quite a time too. Where have you been? - I have a lot of work.
In Spring people tend to get ill more often. I have a lot of research to do in the barrow.
Besides while you are here I feel sure for Baskerville.
- It is far too. - Get in, I'll give you a ride.
Thank you, colleague. Snoopy.
- What about your case? - What case?
You said some local gent wanted to sue you for
...for opening the grave. - Frankland. The totally mad old man.
He has spent a fortune in litigation.
I hope he won't have any energy left for me. He lives here near the moor.
- All by himself? - All alone.
- He has no children? - He has a daughter Laura.
- Laura Frankland? - Exactly.
She married a painter named Lyons.
He came here to make sketches.
He shamelessly deserted her and Laura herself started going to the bad.
What does she do for a living?
Frankland is unlikely to be giving her any money for his own affairs are considerably involved.
Whatever she may have done
one can't allow her to fall deeper and deeper.
So people around here - Stapleton, myself, Sir Charles - helped her.
We gave her a chance to earn an honest living.
We wanted her to learn typing.
Snoopy, stop! Snoopy!
Stop, Snoopy, stop!
Excuse me, Doctor, I've got to bring Snoopy back.
Take care on the moor!
It is not the first time!
Stop, Snoopy, stop!
What's the matter?
I locked it my lord.
Then open up, Barrymore.
I say, Barrymore...
...I've long meant to ask you.
That convict of yours, that relative of yours on the moor,
did he really see that damned dog
or are those just tales?
He didn't see it. He heard it.
And?
Very scary.
He dreams of getting away from here as soon as possible.
Hm.
What do I owe such attention to, sir?
Good afternoon. I am Dr. Watson.
I am just sightseeing. I thought I might give the horses a rest.
Frankland.
They say you are staying at Baskerville Hall.
Being a London detective
You might be interested to learn a curious story.
Come in to have a glass of wine.
Thank you. It looks as though I asked for it.
It does, it does. You can't help it.
You can't fool me. I know all The ways of detectives.
Today it is a great day for me, sir.
A real red-letter day.
I have won two cases.
I have taught them in these parts that law is law
and that there is a man here
who does not fear to invoke it.
How on earth did you do that?
Look it up in the books, sir.
Here.
It will repay reading.
I am proud to say that I had no interest in the matter.
I act entirely from
Although my house is not in the village I
- I am not alone, sir.
Crude work, Mr. Hound.
If you want this tart, you could Have dreamt up something cleverer.
I didn't mean to offend you, Frankland.
Didn't you? Every male starts looking for
my daughter at my door.
I am a lonely old man.
She lives in Coombe Tracey, that's where she lives!
- Come in. - Thank you.
Do I have the pleasure of seeing Miss Laura Lyons?
What can I do for you?
I am Dr. Watson from London.
I have the pleasure of knowing your father.
There is nothing in common between my father and me.
I owe him nothing, and his friends are not mine.
No, no, I didn't mean to say I was Mr. Frankland's friend.
It's rather the other way round.
What can I do for you?
Thank you.
Tell me please, did you know Sir Charles Baskerville?
- I owe a great deal to him. - Did you correspond with him?
What is the object of these questions, please?
I act upon orders of Sir Charles's nephew.
I understand.
I certainly wrote to him once or twice
to acknowledge his delicacy and his generosity.
Have you ever met him in person?
Once or twice, when he came into Coombe Tracey.
Strange. Very strange.
You saw him so seldom and wrote so seldom,
Yet he knew enough about your affairs to be able to help
There were several gentlemen who knew my sad history and helped me.
Mr. Mortimer, for example...
or Mr. Stapleton, a neighbor and intimate friend of Sir Charles's
He was exceedingly kind to me.
Incidentally, it was through him that Sir Charles learned about my affairs.
Did you ever write to Sir Charles asking him to meet you?
Really, sir, this is a very improper question.
I am sorry, madam, but I must repeat it.
Then I answer, certainly not.
Not on the very day of Sir Charles's death?
Surely your memory deceives you.
I could even quote a passage of your letter.
"Please, please, as you are a gentleman,
burn this letter, and be at the gate by 10 o'clock."
Is there no such thing as a gentleman?
Why at such a late hour?
I had only just learned that sir Charles was going to London for several months.
Well, what happened when you did get there?
- I never went. - Miss Lyons...
- I never went - What prevented your going?
That is a private matter. I cannot tell it.
Why were you so pressing that Sir Charles should destroy your letter?
If you have read the letter you will know.
The letter had been burned.
Sir Charles did as you had asked him to do.
I only read the postscript.
You made an appointment with sir Charles at the very place and hour
where and when he died.
All right. I will tell you.
My life has been one incessant persecution from a husband whom I abhor.
The law is upon his side.
And every day I am faced by the possibility that he may force me to live with him.
At the time that I wrote this letter to Sir Charles I had learned that
there was a prospect of my regaining my freedom if certain expenses could be met.
Freedom meant everything to me - peace of mind, happiness, self-respect.
Everything.
I knew Sir Charles's generosity, and I thought that he would help me.
Then how is it that you did not go?
Because I received help in the interval from another source.
Well what about this precious relation of yours Barrymore?
Is he still lurking out yonder on the moor?
I don't know, sir. I hope to heaven that he has gone.
I've not heard of him
since I left out food for him last,
and that was 3 days ago.
Thank you. Did you see him then?
No, sir, but the food was gone. I checked it.
If there was no food then he certainly was there.
So you would think, sir, unless it was the other man who took it.
What man?
Sir, there is another man hiding upon the moor.
- Have you seen him? - No, Sir.
How do you know of him then?
Selden saw him twice. At first he thought that he was the police, but soon...
- Where is sir Henry? - He went for a walk towards the moor.
- Where?! - Towards the moor.
I say, Watson!
Watson! Are you going to follow me all the time?
That depends on where you go. If you go on the moor, I will follow you.
- Why are you shadowing me all the time? - You know my orders, don't you.
What orders? Do you mean to say I have no right to court a lady?
Just now her brother gave me a piece of his mind.
- After all, am I worse then the rest? - No, you are not.
- I am sick and tired. - You do have the right...
Doctor Watson!
- Good afternoon - Good afternoon.
Good-day, Dr. Watson. You must really give your horses a rest.
You are a private detective and I want to have a word with you.
I have some interesting information.
Some poaching case, no doubt?
Ha, ha, my boy, a very much more important matter than that!
What about the convict on the moor?
I have seen with my own eyes the messenger who takes him his food.
A man with a beard.
You'll be surprised to hear that his food is taken to him by a child.
He passes along the same path at the same hour,
To whom should he be going except to the convict?
It may be the son of one of the moorland shepherds taking out his father's dinner.
Indeed, sir? Come, come! You will see with your own eyes.
This way, please.
Have a look.
Quick, Dr. Watson, quick, before he passes over the hill!
Well! Am I right?
Yes, he is a boy.
But not one word shall the police have from me,
and I bind you to secrecy also, Dr. Watson.
Not a word! You understand!
Watson... Have a seat.
Thank you.
You know, Watson, I think of leaving these places the sooner the better.
Though I still have to wait three months.
Why three months?
That is her brother's condition.
By the way, he dropped in not long ago. To apologize.
I love her, Watson.
And I won't go anywhere without her.
This woman is created for me.
Do you understand?
I must say she expressed certain anxiety too...
concerning the danger that I am said to be in here.
Why on earth does he need the three months?
God knows.
Snoopy has disappeared.
He went to the moor and never came back.
Please, be careful with the revolver, my dear friend.
Watson, I had no idea that you could find
my occasional retreat, still less that you were inside it.
Not until I was within twenty paces of the cave.
My footprint, I presume.
If you ever desire to deceive me you must change your tobacconist first.
Watson... Here is the stub of you cigarette.
Marked Bradley, Oxford Street.
Ever since I was so imprudent as to allow the moon to rise behind me
I knew that you would inevitably find me.
- So it was you I saw that night? - And how did you localize me, Watson?
The boy gave me a guide where to look. He had been observed.
- The old gentleman with the telescope. - Exactly.
So you have been to Coombe Tracey, have you, Watson?
Yes.
- To see Mrs. Laura Lyons? - Exactly.
I am glad that our researches have been running on parallel lines.
I thought that you were in Baker Street working out that case.
That was what I wished you to think.
But why keep me in the dark?
You see, Watson...
Should you know I were here it could have harmed the case.
I brought Cartwright down with me - you remember the little chap at the express office.
- Oh, yes. - He has seen after my simple wants.
You know there isn't much I need: A loaf of bread
and a clean collar. What does a man want more?
Cartwright has given me an extra pair of eyes. Very shrewd ones.
And a very active pair of feet.
Then my reports have all been wasted!
No, my dear friend. Here are your reports.
I must compliment you exceedingly upon the zeal and the literary talent
which you have shown over an extraordinarily difficult case.
This, Watson, is a most complex affair.
You are aware that a close intimacy
exists between Mrs. Laura Lyons and the man Stapleton?
I knew nothing about it.
They meet, they write, there is a complete understanding between them.
Now, this puts a very powerful weapon into our hands.
If I could only use it against Stapleton's wife.
His wife?
She is not his sister but his wife.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
How could he have permitted Sir Henry to fall in love with her?
Sir Henry's falling in love could do no harm to anyone except Sir Henry.
And love, Watson...
- But why this elaborate deception? - Why?
Because he foresaw that she would be very much more useful to him in the character of a free woman.
How do you know that the woman is his wife?
Upon one occasion Stapleton so far forgot himself
as to tell you a true piece of autobiography.
Now, there is no one more easy to trace in England than a schoolmaster.
A little investigation showed me
that a school in Yorkshire had come to grief under atrocious circumstances
and that the man who had owned it - the name was different - had disappeared.
When I learned that Stapleton was devoted to entomology the identification was complete.
There is but one danger which can threaten us. It is that he should strike first.
Glad as I am to see you, my dear friend,
I could almost wish that you had not left sir Henry's side.
Yes, yes.
Hush! Where was that?
- Where is it, Watson? - There, I think.
No, there! The hound!
Fool that I was to hold my hand.
And you, Watson, see what comes of abandoning your charge!
Damn it, Watson, now we have to prove the connection
between the death of both Baskervilles and the beast.
I shall never forgive myself.
We shall have to prove that he didn't fall to his death from the cliff.
Doctor Watson?
How is sir Henry?
This is not sir Henry.
- Who is this then? - Seldon, the criminal.
- Where is sir Henry? - Why Sir Henry in particular?
We expected him tonight.
When I heard cries upon the moor I became alarmed for his safety.
Did you hear anything else besides a cry?
- No. Did you? - No. Nothing.
Why do you ask then?
Doctor Watson, you still do not believe in the existence of the hound?
Do you, Mr. Holmes?
- Good evening. - Good evening.
I am Stapleton.
We've been expecting you.
I hope your visit will cast some light upon those mysterious occurrences.
Every investigator needs facts and not impressions or rumors.
I will take an unpleasant remembrance back to London.
- Oh, you return to-morrow? - Yes. Unfortunately.
Mr. Holmes, dear, good evening.
Mr. Holmes, I am so happy that you are here! Good evening, Watson.
You know, Mr. Holmes, during the two weeks in this castle
...fear made me drink more than I did in all my life.
Watson and I live here like in a cellar with gunpowder.
It is a difficult and complicated case. I believe soon everything will be clear.
I do believe in you, Mr. Holmes.
- Would you like to have a drink of something? - With pleasure.
And what about the doctor?
- Perhaps just a little? - Not a drop.
As you wish.
It is not all empty superstition, Mr. Holmes.
I used to believe it was superstition myself, but it is not.
Watson and I heard it. It was such a terrible howl.
If you can catch that beast and put him on a chain
or muzzle him I'll be ready to swear you are the greatest detective of all time.
It was important for me that you make sure It was really a hound.
It is a hound. Now I know it! Mr. Holmes, it is a hound!
Even if it is not a dog, I must tell You it is something frightening.
- Watson, take off your coat, sit down. - Wonderful wine.
- These are very fine portraits. - Mr. Holmes...
Your ancestors were very handsome, Sir Henry.
I know nothing about painting Let's leave it alone.
I wanted to talk about other things Mr. Holmes...
Mr. Holmes... may I go away?
It is very scary here. Upon my word.
That's all right.
That's a Kneller.
And this ought to be
a Reynolds.
You don't look well, Henry. You must spend more time in the open air.
Go for a walk? Here?
Watson won't let me go anywhere. He follows me day and night.
By the way, Mr. Holmes, let's go to see some friends tonight.
They live here nearby. You don't know them.
That is Mr. Stapleton, the naturalist, and his sister. We could have
...a lively evening. - I have no doubt.
By the way, today on the moor we have found the body of a man with a broken neck.
And were mourning over you.
Over me?!
That was the criminal Seldon. Incidentally, he had you fur-coat on.
It must be
...one of the things that I gave to Barrymore. - Exactly.
As a matter of fact, sir Henry, I should have arrested the whole household long ago.
For complicity.
Oh, oh. Dear God. Poor Mrs. Barrymore.
This is William Baskerville,
Member of the House of Commons. Under Pitt.
- A remarkable portrait. - Barrymore! Barrymore!
- Yes, Sir. - I say, Barrymore...
Whose portrait is this?
Is this, is this... a relative?
Who is this, Barrymore?
A relative. This is Sir Hugo Baskerville.
It is dated the 17ht century.
I say, Barrymore, have a room ready for Mr. Holmes, please.
Oh do please, Barrymore, stop locking this cupboard all the time.
You put me in an awkward position. Please.
Here is Hugo, the curse of the Baskervilles.
Watson, hold the light please.
Do you notice anything?
Good heavens!
A study of family portraits is enough to convert a man to the doctrine of reincarnation.
So, he is a Baskerville too.
Thank you.
Do you mean to say, Baskerville, that you don't like cereal?
I hate it.
Besides I don't want to spoil my appetite.
I am engaged to dine with the Stapletons to-night.
I hope that you will come also.
They are very hospitable people.
I fear that Watson and I can't accompany you.
Right after breakfast we leave for London On account of an urgent business.
- To London? - Exactly.
What do you mean to London?
I have a good mind to go to London with you. Why should I stay here alone?
You'll stay. You gave me your word that you would do as you were told, and you shall stay.
But you promised to go with me to the Stapletons.
Doctor Watson, you will send a note excusing himself.
Direction number 2: I wish you to drive to Merripit House.
Send back your trap, and let the Stapletons know that you intend to walk home.
What... What?!
You want me to walk across the moor alone?!
Watson, you forbade me to Walk there!
This time you may do it with safety.
And most important, as you value your life do not go across the moor in any direction
save along the straight path.
That is from Lestrade in answer to my wire of this morning.
He arrives at five-forty. We may need the help of the police.
Meet him, dear friend.
And I will call upon your acquaintance, Mrs. Laura Lyons.
My name is Sherlock Holmes. I am investigating the death of the late Sir Charles Baskerville.
My friend here, Dr. Watson, has informed me of what you have communicated.
- It now remains to find out what you have withheld. - What have I withheld?
You have confessed to Dr. Watson
that you asked Sir Charles to be at the gate at ten o'clock.
We know that that was the place and hour of his death.
You have withheld what the connection is between these events.
There is no connection between the two events.
We regard this case as one of murder.
And the evidence may implicate your friend Mr. Stapleton
and his wife.
His wife?
The person who has passed for his sister is really his wife.
His wife...
He is not a married man.
Here is a photograph of the couple taken in York 4 years ago.
It is indorsed 'Mr. And Mrs. Vandeleur'.
I hope you recognize the faces.
If you have met this woman, of course.
Here is an official document signed by three trustworthy witnesses.
It is the description of Mr. And Mrs. Vandeleur, who kept St. Oliver's private school.
Read it and you will have no more doubts.
The recital of these events must be very painful to you, Mrs. Lyons.
Perhaps it will make it easier if I tell you what occurred,
and you can check me if I make any material mistake.
The sending of this letter was suggested to you by Stapleton?
Yes.
He told you that that you would receive help from Sir Charles for the legal expenses
...connected with your divorce? - Yes.
- And then he dissuaded you from going? - Yes.
He told me that it would hurt his self-respect
that any other man should find the money for the divorce proceedings,
He swore that though he was a poor man himself he would devote his last penny
to removing the obstacles which divided us.
It was in the paper that you read about sir Charles's death, wasn't it?
Yes.
Stapleton made you swear to say nothing about your appointment?
Yes.
He said that the death was a very mysterious one,
and that I should certainly be suspected if anyone learnt about the letter.
Stapleton can do away with you any minute
...you are his unnecessary witness.
You have been walking for some months very near to the edge of a precipice, Mrs. Lyons.
- Anything big? - The biggest thing for years.
We will take the London fog out of your throat.
Are you armed, Lestrade?
As long as I have my trousers I have a hip-pocket,
and as long as I have my hip-pocket I have something in it.
Yes, Mr. Holmes, it does not seem a very cheerful place.
What are those lights ahead of us?
That is Merripit House and the end of our journey.
I must request you to walk on tiptoe and not to talk above a whisper.
Excellent, gentlemen. These rocks make an admirable screen.
- We are to wait here? - Yes, we shall make our little ambush here.
You have been inside the house, Watson. Can you tell the position of the rooms?
- What are those windows on the right? - They are the kitchen windows.
- And the one beyond, which shines so brightly? - The dining-room.
Go and see what they are doing.
If sir Henry isn't out in a quarter of an hour the path will be covered by the fog.
We are too far. It is not safe.
He may be overtaken before he can reach us.
Hush.
It seems he is coming.
There it is.
Sir Henry, we've laid the family ghost once and forever.
What was it? What, in heaven's name, was it?
How are you, Sir Henry?
We owe you a deep apology, Sir Henry, for having exposed you to this fright.
Phosphorus.
A cunning preparation of it. There is no smell.
The crime is now evident.
There's someone in here.
This way.
The brute! Holmes, where's your brandy-bottle?
What a brute!
- Has he escaped? - He cannot escape us.
- I did not mean my husband. Sir Henry? Is he safe? - Yes.
- And the hound? - It is dead.
There is but one place where he can have fled. There is an old tin mine on an island
in the heart of the Grimpen mire. It was there that he kept his hound.
Do you recognize the boot, Watson?
Its brother brunt in the grate in Northumberland Hotel.
2 boots with so different destinies.
That's all that is left of Snoopy.
He barked so nicely in Baker Street.
Here is phosphorus.
What an awful death.
Time changes and we change too.
Now you are my patient too. I am glad of that.
Now you are a true inhabitant of Devonshire a brave man
the owner of Baskerville Hall.
Soon we will board a ship and sail around the world.
Crossing 3 oceans and 16 seas.
A voyage around the world is the best medicine for an Englishman.
We won't get upon a dirty ship.
We will chose a remarkable five-mast one.
We shall sail and come back healthy.
Well, I am...
glad that you are intact.
Scotland Yard will always protect your safety, Mr. Baskerville.
The hound is dead... What filth.
It is all over.
With a sense of peace I leave your hospitable house...
- Good bye. - That's it.
And then when you moved here they remained in London.
What tasty porridge! We do love cereal!
And then she crossed the ocean and sent me a very long letter.
They had a boy and they called him Henry. The boy fell ill
but the he started eating cereal and he grew up big,
healthy and handsome.
We shall eat cereal too...
...and we shall soon be strong and healthy.
We do love cereal. Look, we love it so much.
Soon it will be warm, we will go for a walk...
The family portrait did not lie.
This fake Stapleton was indeed a Baskerville.
He was a son of Rodger Baskerville, the younger brother of Sir Charles,
who fled to South America long ago.
There the scoundrel married a certain Beryl Garcia,
one of the beauties of Costa Rica.
Having purloined public money, he changed his name to Vandeleur and fled to England,
where he established a school in Yorkshire.
"Inspector Lestrade's accurate shot in Devonshire".
- Is it true, Mr. Holmes? - Very true, Mrs. Hudson.
- Is it true, Doctor Watson? - Sorry to say it is.
Why are you sorry?
"The Times" says he is the best inspector in Scotland Yard.
Being a man of little imagination Lestrade was of much use to us.
After all it is him that Sir Henry owes his life to.
You were absolutely right, Dr. Watson. It is a very complicated story.
Old Baskerville's blind belief in the old legend
prompted the criminal the idea of turning the hound into a beast of hell.
Sir Charles himself told Stapleton about the family hound,
and so prepared the way for his own death.
Stapleton knew that sir Charles's heart was weak
and that a shock would kill him.
And so it happened.
When instead of Laura Lyons the old man saw that scarecrow by the wicket-gate.
But the appearance of the heir, Sir Henry, made Stapleton start everything from the beginning.
My role is but humble. The case took an unpredictable course
through the incident of the escaped convict and sir Henry's
passionate love also escaped logical analysis.
To me it is still a mystery
how Stapleton intended to prove his rights to the inheritance.
But this mystery is buried with him in the Grimpen Mire.
His unfortunate wife is unlikely To know the details.
To her honor it must e said, Watson, that she opposed the murder as much as she could.
What about Laura Lyons? She does not resemble a naive woman.
What made her become a blind weapon in the hands of a scoundrel?
Something material or A mystic force again?
Who knows, dear Watson. Who knows.
Screenplay by Igor Maslennikov with Participation of Yuri Veksler
Directed by Igor Maslennikov
Directors of photography: Dmitry Dolinin, Vladimir Ilyin
Production director: Bella Manevich
Composer: Vladimir Dashkevich Sound by: Asia Zvereva
The Leningrad State Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by E. Khachaturian
Costume designer N. Lev, Make-up designer L. Eliseyeva. Edited by L. Obrazumova
Director A. Tigai, cameraman A. Nasyrov Editor N. Chirkov, set designer R. Shtil
Special photography: Director V. Volchansky, artistic designer V. Okovity
Director's group: B. Beisekova, G. Zaigrayeva, N. Yagman, N. Yashpan
Assistants: Of the cameraman M. Kulikov, V. Trilis, Of the costume designer A. Sapunova, Of the editor L. Umanskaya, male-up by L. Zavyalova
Costumes by N. Svechina, Props by N. Usmanova lighting by Ye. Stepanov
Administrative group: Ye. Dikhnova, I. Perelanina, V. Smoliakov
Production director Grigory Prusovsky
The End