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LENFILM

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.

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