Sherlock Holmes Faces Death
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1943
- 68 min
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Hurry up lads.
Drink up.
Five minutes to
closing time.
Come on now.
Hello sweetheart.
Here's for the tune, hey,
Here you're rotten luck,
that's what you are.
Let's have a look at it.
Ah, what can I
get you, lad?
Mother's ruin.
Make mine the same.
It'll cost you two bob for
the broken glass matey?
What's the idea anyway
letting a beast like that
fly around loose
in a public house?
You didn't ought to let
him smell the blood.
He's very fond of
blood, Charlie is.
Hmm.
Comes by his taste
natural if you ask me.
Nobody's asking you, Miss.
Where's he from?
Musgrave Manor.
What is this Musgrave
Manor, a blinking prison?
That ain't the worst
it's been called
not that I want to go
about spreading stories
but we knows
what we knows,
don't we Charlie?
Blimey.
Where is this
Musgrave Manor?
Down the road apiece.
You'll see it when you
past the old iron gates
only don't loiter.
You won't be welcome
not by the Musgraves
been sitting there.
Lords of the manor
ever since time was.
If those old
walls could speak
they'd tell you things
that raise the
hair on your head.
There's folks hereabouts
swear they seen
corpse lights
round the old greenhouse
and heard 'em wailing
like lost souls
in the lime rock,
yeah, I want
no part of it.
Nor the Musgraves
neither,
hard men,
like them as
was before them,
cruel men.
God pity 'em for
the day is coming
when they'll need pity.
I don't think you're
being quite fair, Geoffrey
I assure you
I have no wish
to be fair.
Hmm.
An excellent specimen
of the coprass Carolina.
You are a sweet old
soul aren't you?
I have no wish to
be a sweet old soul,
no wish to be anything
but what I am
a disagreeable person
who does not intend
to let his sister
run off with
the first cockshaw Yankee
And I suppose Philip feels
the same way about it?
Well, Philip has no
choice in the matter.
As my younger brother,
Phillip feels precisely
as I tell him to.
Eaves dropping
again, Brunton.
Oh, no, Mr. Phillip.
I assure you
But I didn't wish
to disturb 'em.
What did you
hear, Brunton?
Your brother
and Miss Sally
were going at it
hammer and tongues
about Captain
Vickery I mean.
Really?
Mr. Geoffrey and
Captain Vickery
had an horrible row this
afternoon over Miss Sally.
I thought they were
coming to blows.
Indeed I did.
Right.
That will do now Brunton.
If I catch you
snooping again
I shall ask my brother
to give you notice.
Yes sir.
Thank you, sir.
Your not above a bit
of snooping yourself
are you Phillip.
Not in the least old boy.
Brunton.
Oh there you are.
I've been ringing for you.
Sorry, Dr. Watson.
I was in the
upper regions.
The library's in
a filthy mess.
The wind came swishing
down the chimney
and scattered the
ashes everywhere.
Very well.
I'll tidy it up
at once, doctor.
Room full of smoke,
papers all over the floor.
Foul night Brunton.
It's customary.
Just the sort of
night I'd fancy
fit for the ghost
of Lady Torinda.
Oh no, Dr. Watson.
Lady Torinda only
walks in the west wing.
No one ever met a ghost
in this part of the house.
Oh really?
Isn't there some story...
Oh there was a
housemaid claimed
that she saw Sir
Gervis Musgrave
with his head on backwards
in this very room.
Oh, gracious me.
Well she was just a
flighty girl, sir.
It sounds like
it, very flighty.
Most.
Head on backwards, what
a bunch of rubbish.
I say, Brunton,
does the wind always
carry on like this here?
Frequently sir.
It's a great pity.
It makes the
gentlemen restless
more than usual I mean.
Well, our patients
are all tucked up
for the night
now, hey Brunton?
Are they?
Of course, of course.
Aren't they?
Captain Vickery isn't
in his room, sir,
and it looked like
Major Langford
I saw going
toward the pool.
And I can't account for
Lieutenant Clavering.
Really?
That's very odd.
Very odd, sir.
Anything else, sir.
No, thank you.
Oh, yes, yes.
You might tell Dr. Sexton
that I'd like to see him
for a minute, will you?
Very good, sir.
Good night, sir.
Good night, Brunton.
Get him up and let's get
him in this chair here.
Sorry.
I'm awfully sorry.
Get my bag, Brunton.
Yes sir.
Let's have a look.
Yes, near thing just
missed an artery.
Looks like a knife wound.
Here you are, sir.
It's like a nightmare.
Give me some of that
cotton and bottle.
Oh, no, fellow,
we'll have you patched
up in no time.
You'll be as good as new.
What happened?
I, I don't know.
It was in Lime
Walk just now.
I was coming up
from the village.
I remember distinctly
I was approaching
the greenhouse.
The wind was terrific.
I had to fight my way.
I hadn't the
slightest warning.
All I know is
that he struck
and that I went down.
He must have thought
I was done for.
Any idea who it was?
No.
Well, that is I...
Yes, yes...
Really I,
I haven't any right.
You have every
right, Dr. Sexton.
As head of this house,
immediate investigation.
I'd rather not if
you don't mind, sir.
Dr. Sexton,
the fact that my brother
and sister and I
have opened our home to
convalescent patients
doesn't relieve us
of all responsibility
for what occurs in it.
I mean, under the
peculiar circumstances.
Oh, come on, Bob.
There's no need
to shield anyone.
Thirteen.
Thirteen, that's curious.
What's got into
the old clock?
Nothing, nothing at all.
Oh, sir.
Don't you remember the
last time it did that
your father was
killed the next day?
Mr. Holmes, sir.
Mr. Holmes.
Mr. Holmes.
Oh, Mr. Holmes,
I, oh I, oh...
A purely scientific
experiment Mrs. Hudson.
Oh, frightening the wits
out of honest people.
Permit me.
Oh dear,
so now it's bullet
holes in me plaster.
Oh, Mr. Holmes, this
is the last straw.
The last straw,
Mrs. Hudson,
the one which
breaks the back
of the case against
Jacob Dillery.
It proves beyond
a shadow of doubt
that even bound as
he claims he was
he could still
have fired the shot
in his own defense that
killed his wife's lover.
my beautiful plaster.
Come in, Watson.
My dear fellow, I'm
glad to find you in.
I didn't even knock.
How did you know
it was me, I.
Me is acceptable, Watson,
unless, of course,
you're a purist,
which I doubt,
and may I add
that your step
is like no
other in London.
You're just in
time for breakfast.
Good, I rather
counted on that.
Mrs. Hudson,
dear, how are you?
Oh, it's good to
see you again, sir.
I think they'll be
enough here for two.
Splendid.
You're a sight for
sore eyes, Watson.
Thanks, old boy,
and so are you.
Sit down.
Good, thank you.
All right let's have it.
What brings you from
North Cumberland
at this early hour?
Bad business, Holmes,
very bad business.
How did you know
that I came from
North Cumberland?
Elementary, my
dear Watson.
You're overnight bag
carried the fresh
Houston label.
The only train arriving
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