The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #5

Synopsis: On his uncle's death Sir Henry Baskerville returns from abroad and opens up the ancestral hall on the desolate moors of Devonshire. Holmes uncovers a plot to have Sir Henry murdered by a terrible trained hound.
Director(s): Sidney Lanfield
Production: 20th Century Fox
 
IMDB:
7.6
Rotten Tomatoes:
91%
APPROVED
Year:
1939
80 min
1,560 Views


that only you can explain.

That sound.

I've heard it before.

It's nothing,

nothing but the wind.

Or a bittern.

I was telling Dr. Watson

only yesterday about it.

Sir Charles,

what happened that night?

What was it you feared?

Tell us, Sir Charles, of all

the weird, terrible things

that have happened

on the moor?

Listen. There it is again.

Oh, I can't stand it. Would

somebody put on the lights, please?

I tell you it's nothing,

nothing but the wind.

Mr. Frankland,

what did you think it was?

The hound, of course,

the hound of the Baskervilles.

Any fool would know that!

James, get my cape,

take me home.

Very well, my dear.

Dr. Watson, can I give you

and Sir Henry a lift?

No, thank you,

we have our own carriage.

You're trembling.

That wasn't the wind we heard.

I've heard that sound

before, often.

That's what I tried to tell you

yesterday on the moor.

That's why I wish

you hadn't come here.

But sounds can't hurt you.

It doesn't matter what they are

or where they come from.

You don't know.

Oh, you've got to get all that

nonsense out of your head, Beryl.

- I wish I could.

- You're going to.

I'm going to make it my

business to see that you do.

You've been alone too much.

There's nothing to do down here.

That's the trouble.

I'm going to change all that,

if you let me.

We'll go fishing together, riding.

Do you like riding?

Yes, I do.

Good, we'll start tomorrow,

shall we?

Yes, thanks.

Fine, I'll ride over for you

in the morning.

- Are you coming, Sir Henry?

- Right, Doctor.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Hello.

Hello, Beryl.

Well, where shall we go today?

- There's one place we haven't

been, High Tor. - Fine.

That's where all

the old ruins are.

You know, Jack says that

they're over 50,000 years old.

That sounds interesting.

And you can still see the

remains of their stone huts.

All right, good.

Those platter stones over there,

they're graves.

Oh, and those huge ones, monoliths,

the remains of their temples.

Doesn't anybody know who they

were or what they looked like?

Jack has a theory about them.

But anyway, they must have

been very primitive

living on roots

and dressing in skins.

But still laughing and

dreaming, just as we do.

I wonder how many times

some young savage

brought his bride

into this very hut.

Said, take your hat off,

darling, this is home!

You know, this is probably where

she cooked his first meal for him.

And what a yell he must have

let out when she burnt it up.

And now they're quite forgotten.

Just as we will be too, one day.

Do you suppose when a man

met a girl that he liked,

he had to wait

a respectably long time

before he dared tell her,

or things like that,

sudden, natural?

I'd like to think that

things were like that.

Beryl, that's the way

they are with me.

Oh, oh, but we've only known each

other for such a little while.

There, you see, convention, custom!

We can't even be ourselves

when we want to be.

Why is that?

You know, I used to come

down here quite often

and explore these old caves when

Jack and I first came to live here.

I didn't have a fear

of the moor then.

And you've none now

that's all gone.

When I'm with you, it's gone.

I seem to forget it,

laughing and talking.

When I'm alone

it all comes back to me.

And at night

I still wake up trembling,

as if in my sleep

I can hear those awful noises.

Then it gets bad as ever, and..

...oh, I think of you and I wish you

weren't here. - Oh, don't say that.

Well, I wish you were in London

or in Canada.

But even if I wanted to go back

to London or Canada, I couldn't.

Why not?

You know why.

You must know why.

I can't go anywhere now,

unless you come with me.

Oh, Henry.

Oh.

Would you mind

pausing for a minute?

I'm afraid I've lost my way.

Hello, Doctor.

Sir Henry and I were just...

We were... We were...

- We were getting engaged.

- Engaged! Splendid.

- May I congratulate you both?

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Who is that?

It seems that we didn't pick

a very secluded spot.

What do you want?

Just crossing the moor, sir.

Just crossing the moor.

I...I be peddling my wares, sir.

I must have something here

what interests you, sir.

How about...how about

a nice mouth organ, sir?

No, thank you.

Here, here's something an old

squire like you could use, sir,

a fusel,

a fusel for calling

your sheep dog.

- Calling my what?

- Sheep dog, sir.

A regular charmer, sir.

Hear it for miles around, sir.

Take it away,

and yourself with it!

How, how about, how about

some scent for the lady, sir?

That'll do.

Be off about your business.

All right, all right, sir,

I ain't doing no harm.

I ain't doing no harm.

You know, that's what

I hate about this moor.

There's always something strange.

Look, he's limping

on the other foot now.

Barryman?

Yes, sir.

Who delivered this note?

No one, sir. I found it

slipped under the front door.

Thank you.

Oh, Barryman,

is Sir Henry at home?

No, sir.

He's gone across the moor.

Hmm, sorry I missed him.

Did Dr. Watson go with him?

No, sir.

Oh, thank you, Barryman.

- I'll tell Sir Henry you

called, sir. - Yes, do.

Was it you who sent

me that communication?

I did, sir!

Out with it, whatever it is

you want me to hear!

I only want you to hear

this zither, sir.

Zither?

They don't come no finer, sir.

What blasted impertinence!

Getting me out here to see..

Look here my man,

you're up to something!

I...I only ask you to try 'em, sir!

Be careful, the things loaded!

Who are you?

Well, I might ask

the same of you, sir,

traveling around the moor,

spying out on everybody.

That's my business, to spy.

Oh, oh, it is, is it?

Yes, and if you want to know

who I am, I'll tell you.

Who...who are ye?

I'm Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes, the detective?

Yes, and now perhaps you realize

why I can't be hoodwinked.

Oh, sir, sir, sir,

that changes everything.

Now, who are you?

Quick!

Well, in that case, sir,

my name must be Watson.

Ha, ha, ha.

- Holmes!

- How are you, my dear fellow?

A fine detective you are,

calling yourself Sherlock Holmes!

So you've been down here

on the moor all the time!

That's a fine way

to treat me, I must say!

Send me down here, let me think

you were in London,

working on that Blackman case,

make me sit up half the night

writing those blasted reports!

Superior reports my dear Watson,

and very valuable they were, too.

I made arrangements to have

them forwarded on to me.

A shabby trick

which I'll not forget.

Ah, but a very necessary trick.

If I'd come down here

with you and Sir Henry,

every movement of mine

would have been watched.

Why, in this way, only you and

Sir Henry have been watched,

and I've been free to work.

That's all very well,

but making a fool of me.

Sit down, Watson, do sit down.

Perhaps a little supper will

help you to get over your huff.

Huff, I'm in no huff!

Here, try some of these sardines.

It's a pity

I didn't know you were coming,

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Ernest Pascal

Ernest Pascal (January 11, 1896 – November 4, 1966) was an English-born American screenwriter, author, playwright, and poet. Originally an author, he became involved in the film industry when his novels began to be optioned into films during the silent era of film, although his career was mostly during the sound era. In addition, he penned several Broadway plays as well. He married the daughter of famed cartoonist George Herriman, Barbara, and they had one daughter prior to Barbara's death from complications from surgery in 1939.In 1947, Pascal was hired by RKO Pictures to write a story based on the Lewis and Clark expedition of 1804. However, Warner Brothers procured the rights to the script, but when production was delayed, it was eventually permanently shelved after Paramount produced their 1955 film based on the same event entitled, The Far Horizons. more…

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