The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #6

gentleman farmer in his own country.

But the land he bought is no good.

The money's gone.

We have a saying at home:

"Weeds are not killed

by the frost."

We still live.

- Have you ever thought of going back?

- I've thought of nothing else.

My father's too proud

to admit he's beaten.

Proud of this.

And so we are left with

the moor and the mist.

- You must be very lonely.

- Yes, I am very lonely.

When you are poor, no

one wants to know you.

I want to know you, Cecile.

Why did you run away from me

yesterday, when we'd hardly met?

Why did you kiss me, Cecile?

Why?

I don't know.

- Tell me.

- I don't know.

Will you meet me

tonight at the hall?

We can walk back across the moor.

If you want me to.

Our paths seem to have crossed

this morning, Sir Henry.

I suppose you've come

to talk about the farm.

You have cider? Good. Cecile,

fetch another tankard for me.

Now, quickly about it, girl.

Do sit down, Sir Henry.

Thank you.

I was wondering if you and your guests

would care to join us for a meal tonight?

- Just simple fare, of course.

- Yes, so your daughter's already told me.

I'd be very pleased to. So will

Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson.

Good. It will be a change

for us to have visitors.

To your health, sir.

But how can you be so

certain that someone

took one of the bishop's spiders...

and deliberately placed

it in Sir Henry's room...

that it wasn't in his

luggage from South Africa?

Elementary, my dear Watson. There

are no tarantulas in South Africa.

Whoever placed it there

didn't know that.

Precisely.

But he did know when and where

Sir Henry was arriving...

and where he'd be staying.

He also knew a great deal

about the Baskerville family.

A bite from a tarantula is not

necessarily deadly to a healthy man...

but to a man with a weak heart...

That points to somebody from

this part of the country.

Why not?

There's an fine train service

to and from London...

and as Sir Charles died

here only a month ago...

it's less suspicious for Sir

Henry to die in London.

Sir Charles, I'd almost

forgotten about him.

It's a good thing I

remembered, wasn't it?

All right.

But the person who benefited most

from his will was Sir Henry.

You're not going to suggest

that he killed his uncle?

1 million is a great temptation.

In a case such as this, everyone

is suspect, even Sir Henry.

Dr. Mortimer was the only one who knew

where Sir Henry would be in London...

and when he was arriving.

No. No. The London Times

would have published it.

What about the legend

of the hound of Hell?

Remember, we've both seen

something of its horror.

Watson! You inspire me!

Let me see your map, quickly.

Selden swore he heard his cries coming

from the very depths of the Earth.

The hound of Hell. Let me see.

Really, I must pull myself together.

I should have noticed this long ago.

Holmes. Barrymore told

me you'd arrived.

And about time, too,

if I may say so...

considering what happened to

that convict fellow last night.

A development I deeply

regret, Dr. Mortimer.

I don't.

A man like that

deserves all he gets.

In case you're both

wondering why I'm here...

I've just come over to start

looking through the family estate.

I think I'm wasting my

time, if you ask me.

You know, really, Holmes...

I find it quite impossible

to get on with Sir Henry.

I understand you had a

disagreement with him last night.

Disagreement?

He was downright rude,

if that's what you mean.

Hardly an excuse to leave him alone

when you know he's in danger.

You told me you'd stay with

Sir Henry until I got back.

What if I did?

I don't see why I should be insulted

by the man I'm trying to protect.

After all, I only mentioned

the subject of the legend.

Now, you are very fond of doing

that, Dr. Mortimer. Why?

Weren't you the first to discover

the existence of the legend?

Mr. Holmes...

when I engaged you...

I looked to you to protect

Sir Henry's interests.

I'm beginning to see, for the first time

in my life, I was wrong in my judgement.

- If you care to relinquish the case...

- I never relinquish!

Mr. Holmes...

Please, don't let us

fall out at this stage.

I need your help, unfortunately.

You know a lot about the geography and

history of this district, I believe.

I am considered something

of an authority.

There's an old tin mine

marked here on the map.

- Does it still exist?

- I believe so.

What of it? It's been

derelict for years.

Yes, I rather fear this

map a wee out of date.

Could you show me the

way to the entrance?

What on earth for?

Could you?

I'm afraid not.

I haven't been near there for years.

Perhaps Stapleton can help you.

It lies under his ground.

If he agreed to show me,

would you come with us?

I suggest that you stay away

from the mine, Mr. Holmes.

It hasn't been in use for a long time,

the shaft is in a dangerous condition.

How do you know, if you

haven't been there for years?

It's obvious, isn't it?

Any tunnelling is dangerous if

it isn't in a state of repair.

Still, I feel I must take a look

at it. Will you come with me?

As an archaeologist, your

help will be invaluable.

I suppose, if you're going to make an

issue of it, I shall have to come.

- Good. Good man.

- What do you want me to do?

Identify anything I may find.

Strange things are to

be found on the moor.

Like this, for instance!

- Where did you find that?

- Interesting, isn't it?

Could you tell me how old it is?

I'm not sure.

- About 1700, I imagine.

- 1740, to be exact.

And the blood, how old is that?

I couldn't tell.

Then I will tell you. It

is less than 10 hours old.

Could you tell me anything

else about the weapon?

No? Come, come.

With your knowledge of the legend,

I made certain you ought to know.

It's the dagger Sir Hugo used to

murder the girl in the abbey.

And more recently, it has been

used for some diabolical ceremony.

All right, Watson, we're

all down quite safely.

Good! I'll be waiting for you here!

I don't expect we

shall be very long.

You'd both better follow close

behind me for the moment.

You'll have to watch your step.

It's very slippery down here.

The water seeps through

from the mire.

Don't touch any of the

props, whatever you do!

We'll have the whole

roof down on us.

We should never have come down

here. It's far too dangerous.

What do you expect

to find, Mr. Holmes?

What is one likely to

find under the ground?

Bones, perhaps.

This is dangerous.

You carry on, Mr. Holmes,

while we chock the wheels.

- Certainly.

- Here you are.

Thank you.

We won't need to go any further.

I've found what I came down for.

No good, Watson?

Leave the lanterns

there, Mr. Stapleton.

We must go to the village

and get some help.

I'm afraid it won't

do no good, sir.

Must be a ton of rock

blocking that shaft there.

We must try.

You must resign yourself to the fact

that there's no hope of him being alive.

- Don't you agree, Stapleton?

- You know as much about it as I do.

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