The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #7

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There's still one or two

little points, Holmes,

and I can't for the life of me

reconcile with your theory,

about that poor demented convict.

One or two little points?

Surely you can't mean that he

was in London three weeks ago,

sent that letter,

stole that boot?

- Of course not.

- Then who the devil did?

The same person that was responsible

for the death of that convict last night..

...and will try again to murder

Sir Henry tonight. - Tonight?

Unless my imagination has run away

with itself, and I don't think that it has.

Then why are we

rushing up to London,

leaving Sir Henry

entirely unprotected?

We're not, my dear Watson,

we're just giving the impression

of rushing up to London.

In a minute and a half

we'll be in Oak Hampton,

there we'll catch a train

back to Dartmouth,

and if my surmise is correct,

we'll nab our man in the act.

But if you know who it is, why

all this roundabout rigmarole?

- Why don't you have him arrested?

- Because I have no case,

not a shred of evidence

that would hold in any court.

The only way is to

catch him red-handed,

to catch him in such a way that

there's no escape, no alibi.

- And that means gambling with

Sir Henry's life. - But you can't..

Gambling to save his life.

But we've got to take that chance.

Otherwise, the shadow of sudden death

will be forever hanging over his head..

...and sooner or later..

Here we are, Oak Hampton.

And may you both spend the

rest of your years together..

...in happy contentment.

- Here, here.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

And now, I want to thank you all for the

kindness that you've shown a stranger.

And when Beryl and I return,

I want you to know that you'll always

be welcome at Baskerville Hall.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Sir Henry.

It's going to be lonely for you,

Mr. Stapleton, with Beryl gone.

Yes, indeed it will,

Mrs. Mortimer.

I shall be more dependent than

ever upon you, my neighbors.

Don't count upon me, sir.

In my opinion

you're a body snatcher.

And until the courts

have decreed otherwise,

I want nothing whatsoever

to do with you!

Oh, Mr. Frankland.

I say, driver,

can't you go a little faster?

I'm doing the best I can, sir.

You idiot!

We said go faster,

not break our necks.

How fast is it

to Baskerville Hall?

It's five miles by road, sir,

but if you want to

cut over the moor,

- it's only about three.

- Here you are.

- Come on Watson, quick!

- Thank you, sir.

It's been a wonderful evening,

Stapleton.

- Oh, glad you could be with

us, Mortimer. - Thank you.

Take this brooch, my dear, and

wear it on your wedding dress.

It belonged to my

great grandmother.

Something old, something new.

You know.

Oh, that's so sweet of you,

Mrs. Mortimer.

Thank you so much.

And come back to us soon,

both of you.

We will.

May I offer you a lift, my lad?

It's such a beautiful night, Mr. Frankland,

I think I'll walk, thank you.

Merely a gesture of hospitality.

Reject it if you like.

Get up, there!

You're not going to cross

the moor alone, Sir Henry?

Why not? There's nothing

to fear anymore?

We can't be sure.

Oh, but I have Mr. Sherlock Holmes'

own word for it.

Come along, James.

- Good night, Sir Henry.

- Good night, Mrs. Mortimer.

- And the best of luck

to you both. - Thank you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I wish you'd let Mr. Frankland

drive you home.

I wanted to stay

and say goodnight to you.

This is our last goodnight.

From tomorrow on

there won't be any more, ever.

Tomorrow we'll be away

from this place.

I wish it were now.

So do I.

Oh now, don't be silly.

- Good night, Beryl.

- Good night, dear.

Well, was it a nice party?

Wonderful, everything,

and most of all you.

Jack, I hadn't said very much

about going away,

- but you know how I feel.

- Yes, of course, it had to be.

You won't be too

dreadfully lonely, will you?

No, I shall have my work..

Henry and I will be back

before you even know it.

Yes, of course you will.

Well, you better go to bed now.

You've got a big day

ahead of you tomorrow.

- Good night, Jack.

- Good night, dear.

Over there!

We'll head him off!

Jack!

Where are you?

He's coming to.

You'll be all right, old man.

- Watson.

- Yes, old chap.

- Mr. Holmes?

- Yes.

What, what, what was it?

We've got to get him home,

quickly!

- Can you manage him alone?

- Yes.

Because I've got things to do.

Help get his arm

around my shoulder.

I'm all right.

It's pretty painful, I know,

but it won't take much longer.

Go on, it doesn't hurt.

Now, Mrs. Barryman,

some gauze, please.

I just heard the dreadful news.

Thank heavens, you're safe.

Is he all right?

Well, now we know for certain

that this is no legend, no myth.

There really is a hound.

- Was a hound.

- Yes, Mr. Holmes told me.

I ran into him across the moor.

He asked me to

send you to him at once.

It's a matter of great importance.

He said he'd wait for you at the

spot where the...the beast was killed.

I must finish here first.

This poor boy

has taken a terrific beating.

Well, I could carry on

for you, Doctor.

I'm a bit of a doctor myself,

you know.

Do you think you could manage?

Yes, I'm sure I could.

I think you really ought to go,

Dr. Watson.

Mr. Holmes was most urgent.

Oh, really?

I shall need some hot water,

Mrs. Barryman.

- Oh, I want it boiling, please.

- Yes, sir.

It must have been a terrifying

experience, Sir Henry, terrifying.

It was, it was indeed.

Yes, I can see you're still

weak from loss of blood.

I can't say I feel any too well.

Here, drink this, Sir Henry,

you'll feel much stronger.

I'll see to your other

bandages after.

Oh, it may taste a little

bitter, but don't mind that.

Sir Henry!

Well, feeling better?

Yes, thanks.

I say, that's uncomfortably

close to your eye, isn't it?

Along this side?

Well, well, well.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry,

that was clumsy of me.

It was only a bit of a tonic.

- Sir Henry's lost

considerable blood. - Yes?

Henry?

Henry.

- I'm all right, darling.

- Oh, no you're not.

We heard those dreadful noises

on the way home.

It's a mercy he's alive.

I owe you an apology, Sir Henry,

for jeopardizing your life.

Jeopardizing?

But you saved my life.

But there was no possible way

for me to foretell the final.

And I must apologize too,

for deceiving you last night.

When I told you that

your troubles were over,

I knew that they weren't.

But if I hadn't cleared out,

the crisis, which came tonight,

would have been

indefinitely postponed

with a shadow of death

hanging over you.

And over you too,

Miss Stapleton.

You knew this was going to happen?

How could you know?

The person who wanted to snuff

out your life, Sir Henry,

was the same one

who plotted to kill your uncle.

He wanted to get you

both out of the way

so that he could lay claim to this

place, to the whole Baskerville estate.

In tracing back his lineage,

he discovered not only

that he was the next of kin,

but also learned that

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