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THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON

ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES

Part One

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

O. Belov, D. Bessonov, O. Palmov

A. Hudeyev, R. Chirov and others

Well, Watson, what do you make of this stick?

I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.

My dear friend, if you read my treatise on organs of perception of detectives...

...you would know that they have got special

heat receptors at the tips of their ears.

Which is to say I do not have eyes in the back of my head.

He can see your reflection in the coffee-pot.

To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C. H...

...and the date "1884".

What do you make of the owner of the stick?

I think that Dr. Mortimer is an elderly medical man.

I suppose he is...

- ...a country practitioner. - Why so?

Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one

has been so knocked about that I can hardly

imagine a town practitioner carrying it.

And then again, there is the engraving.

I should guess that the letters "C.H." Probably stand for the local...

...hunting club.

Dear Watson, you have mastered my method of deductions but

I am afraid, my dear Watson, that most of your conclusions were erroneous.

A presentation like this to a doctor is more likely to come from a Hospital.

The letters 'C.C.H.'

Make me think of "Charing Cross Hospital".

- You may be right, you may be right. - Let's move a step forward.

A doctor who is well-established in a London

practice would not drift into the country.

More likely he was a house-surgeon or a senior student.

He left London 5 years ago - the date is on the stick.

So, my dear Watson, your grave, middle-aged

family practitioner vanishes into thin air.

And there emerges an amiable young fellow...

under thirty, unambitious, absent-minded,

As only an absent-minded man could wait a whole hour in our room

and then leave his stick. And he...

...is very fond of his dog.

Judging by marks of its teeth on the stick...

it is larger than a terrier...

...and smaller than a mastiff.

As to the latter part, there are no means of checking it.

Elementary, my friend. It is a curly-haired spaniel.

A spaniel? Did you say a curly-haired spaniel?

Exactly, a spaniel.

You insist on it being a spaniel?

Mr. Holmes, your yesterday's visitor is here.

Yesterday he left his stick and today he has brought his dog with him.

I am so very glad!

I was not sure whether I had left it here or in the Shipping Office.

- A presentation? - Yes.

From Charing Cross Hospital?

From my colleagues on the occasion of my marriage.

Dear, dear, that's bad.

I had hardly expected, Mr. Holmes...

so dolichocephalic a skull

or such well-marked supra-orbital development.

Your skull would be an ornament to any anthropological museum.

I am flattered.

I consider you the second highest expert in Europe...

Indeed, sir! May I inquire who has the honor to be the first?

To the man of scientific mind the work of

Monsieur Bertillon must always appeal strongly.

But as a practical man of affairs it is acknowledged that you stand alone.

I trust, sir, that I have not inadvertently...

Just a little.

I have in my pocket a manuscript. It is an old manuscript.

Early eighteenth century, unless it is a forgery.

Amazing! How can you say that, sir?

You have presented an inch or two of it

...to my examination all the time that you have been talking.

I put that at...

- ...1740. - The exact date is 1742!

This is a family treasure.

It was committed to my care by Sir Charles Baskerville,

whose sudden and tragic death some three months ago created...

...so much excitement in Devonshire.

I was a personal friend as well as a medical attendant to sir Charles.

He was a strong-minded man, shrewd, and practical man.

Yet he took this document very seriously.

The manuscript is very short. With your permission I will read it to you.

Of the origin of the Hound of the

Baskervilles there have been many statements.

Yet as I come in a direct line from Hugo Baskerville...

...and as I had the story from my father, who also had it from his,

I have set it down as is here set forth.

And I would have you believe, my sons, that no ban is so heavy

but that by prayer and repentance it may be removed.

It chanced that our ancestor Hugo came to love

(if, indeed, so dark a passion may be known under so bright a name)

The daughter of a neighboring yeoman. One

dark night he stole down upon the farm

and carried off the maiden, her father and

brothers being from home, as he well knew.

The maiden was placed in an upper chamber,

while Hugo and his friends drank downstairs.

In the stress of her fear the lass did a desperate thing.

By the aid of the growth of ivy she came down from under the eaves,

and so homeward across the moor towards her father's farm.

Some little time later Hugo left his guests to visit his captive alone,

but found the cage empty and the bird escaped.

Then, he became as one that hath a devil.

Hugo ordered to put the hounds upon her and off went the pack.

Hugo got into the saddle and followed the dogs across the moors.

Revelers were unable to quickly understand what the haste was about.

Finally the whole of them took horse and started in pursuit.

They had gone a mile or two when the drunken squires came upon the hounds.

These, though known for their valor, were

whimpering in a cluster around the horses.

The company had come to a halt. The torches lit upon a clearing,

and there in the center lay the dead maiden.

And then hair rose upon the heads of the sobered daredevils.

Standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, there was a foul thing.

It was a great, black beast, shaped like a hound.

The beast turned its blazing eyes...

...and dripping jaws upon them.

None of them remembered how he got home.

To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counsel you

by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in those dark hours

when the powers of evil are exalted.

Do you not find it interesting, Mr. Holmes?

It is... to a collector of ancient tales.

Now then, Mr. Holmes. This is the Devon County Chronicle

of May 14th of this year with a short account of the facts

elicited at the death of Sir Charles Baskerville.

The death of Sir Charles Baskerville,

whose name has been mentioned as the probable Liberal candidate for

Mid-Devon at the next election, has cast a gloom over the county.

Being himself childless and single, it was

sir Charles's openly expressed desire

that the whole countryside should, within his

own lifetime, profit by his good fortune.

And many will have personal reasons for bewailing his untimely end.

On the basis of the post-mortem examination

coroner's jury returned a verdict of sudden death from natural causes.

So what?

Quiet, Snoopy.

I don't believe one single word of it!

While I was examining the body in the yew alley, I noticed footprints.

A man's or a woman's?

They were the footprints...

...of a gigantic hound.

Did any one else see them?

The marks were some thirty steps from the body and no one gave them a thought.

I don't suppose I should have paid attention

to them had I not known this legend.

You say the footprints were very large?

Enormous.

- But they did not approach the body? - No.

I understand that the yew hedge is penetrated at the far end by a gate?

Yes, the wicket-gate leads on to the moor.

Now, tell me, Dr. Mortimer, and this is important,

Were those the only marks besides those of Sir Charles?

No, there were also the footprints left by

his butler Barrymore, who found the body.

You interest me exceedingly.

Another point. Was the wicket-gate closed?

Not only closed, but padlocked.

Was anything found by the wicket-gate?

It's hard to discern anything on the well-trampled snow.

Sir Charles had evidently stood by the wicket-gate for five or ten minutes.

How do you know that?

Because the ash had twice dropped from his cigar.

Did you examine the body?

No evidence of violence.

And the post-mortem?

A long-standing organic disease of the heart.

We shall take up this case.

Mr. Holmes, there is a realm in which the

detectives and the police are helpless.

Local people told me that before the tragic death of Sir Charles

some of them had seen a terrible creature upon the moor

which corresponds exactly to the hell-hound of the legend.

I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district.

In a modest way I have combated evil, but to take on...

the Father of Evil himself would, perhaps, be too ambitious a task.

What exactly are you asking me to do?

I haven't requested anything of you so far.

Why then, have you come here, Dr. Mortimer?

To get advice.

Tell me, what I should do with Sir Henry Baskerville

who arrives at Waterloo Station in exactly...

...one hour and a quarter.

- He being the heir? - Yes, he arrives from Canada.

There is no other claimant?

Sir Henry is the last of the Baskervilles.

We shall be waiting for you and the heir.

And don't frighten sir Henry in advance.

My late husband used to say that this one

was the most detailed atlas of Britain.

Here in this volume you'll find Devonshire.

- Thank you. You are so considerate. - That's true.

Has you visitor left his cane again?

This is the place that interests us.

That is Baskerville Hall in the middle.

With a wood around it, mark it.

The yew alley is not marked here,

But I fancy it must stretch along this

line, with the moor, upon the right of it.

This small clump of buildings here is the hamlet of Grimpen

where, I take it, our friend Dr. Mortimer

has his headquarters.

Then about fourteen miles away...

Right here

the great convict prison of Princetown.

There are only a very few scattered dwellings.

And everywhere between them extends the moor.

It must be a wild place, Watson.

You are thinking about the case?

- I can't get rid of the thoughts. - What do you make of it?

It is very bewildering.

You can't be more right, Watson.

Oh, who are you?

I am Mrs. Hudson, sir.

Glad to meet you. Good morning.

No, no, this is a saddle, I'll leave it here. You may go. Go now.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- Welcome to Great Britain. - Thank you, Mr...

Good morning, Mr. Holmes! I've recognized you.

The legends about your feats have reached

us on the other side of the ocean.

And you must be Dr. Watson.

I am not a connoisseur of literature, but your writings...

Oh, my dear friends, I am so happy!

Only the weather is too hot in London. You know, I left two weeks ago...

...and it was raining and snowing, but here it is almost like in the Tropics!

- You cane. - Damned forgetfulness. Good afternoon.

How has the land of your ancestors met you?

- Great! I... - With puzzles.

- The letter. - Oh, yes.

I got a very strange letter. I must say I know no one in London,

...and still the letter was in my hotel room.

Sherlock Holmes!

"As you value your life or your reason keep away from the moor."

Anonymous.

The word "moor" only is printed in ink.

What do you make of it, Dr. Mortimer?

You must allow that there is nothing supernatural about this, at any rate?

But it might very well come from someone...

...who was convinced that the business is supernatural.

What business? It seems to me that all you gentlemen know more than I do.

That's why I'd like to...

Sir Henry, when the time comes you shall share our knowledge.

- I see. - Take my word for it.

Gentlemen, let us confine ourselves for the

present to this very interesting document.

The words were surely cut out from "the Times" leading article.

Do you have yesterday's evening Times, Watson?

I read yesterday's Times. There is nothing

there about the arrival of Sir Henry.

There couldn't be anything because I've just arrived...

Sir Henry.

Tell me, Dr. Mortimer, could you tell the

skull of a Negro from that of an Esquimau?

That is my special hobby.

The supra-orbital crest, the facial angle, the maxillary curve...

I do have my special hobby too.

There is as much difference to my eyes between the leaded bourgeois type of

a Times article and the slovenly print of an evening half-penny paper

...as there could be between your Negro and your Esquimau. - I understand.

A Times leader is entirely distinctive.

So someone cut out this message with scissors?

Nailscissors.

But why is the last word written by hand?

That is elementary, Watson. He could not find it in print.

- What else can you say about it? - There are one or two indications.

The words are not glued on in an accurate line. That may point

to agitation and hurry upon the part of the cutter.

Then I am almost certain that this letter has been written in a hotel.

Why?

You see, Doctor Mortimer, a private pen and ink-bottle...

...are seldom allowed to be in such an awful state.

Sir Henry! Sir Henry.

- Yes? What? - Now it is your turn.

Now tell us, has anything else of interest

happened to you since you have been in London?

Nothing.

Mr. Holmes, I only just arrived in London.

Ah, Dr. Watson, you know, I have spent nearly all

My childhood and youth in the States and in Canada.

I studied there.

I say, I... I lost one of my boots.

You asked if anything had happened. I lost my boot.

Sir Henry, you will find your boot.

- I just thought it might be curious. - You must have mislaid it, that's all.

Don't think that I pity them, gentlemen.

It is that I only bought the pair last night

in the Strand, and I have never had them on.

You put out new boots to be cleaned?

Not exactly. They were tan boots.

I don't much like this color and I left a note that they...

...be varnished with black wax. So that they be black.

But why didn't you buy black boots?

Why, Sir Henry?

And what is strange about it? What are you driving at?

What do you mean, Dr. Watson?

Watson, it is becoming interesting.

Look to the right.

We'll try to have a good look at this man.

Damn, he noticed us.

- Who was the man? - I have not an idea.

- Did you see the face? - I noticed the beard.

Me too. And most likely it is false.

- A spy? - I think so.

Baskerville has been very closely shadowed since he has been in town.

How else could it be known that he stopped at the Northumberland Hotel?

Are they playing me for a sucker in this hotel?

For a sucker?

For a sucker.

If that chap can't find my missing boot there will be trouble!

Good afternoon, gentlemen. Still looking for your boot?

Good afternoon, Holmes.

I can take a joke with the best, but they've got a bit over the mark.

Last night they took one of my new ones, and

to-day they have sneaked one of the old.

Nowhere in the world in no other hotel...

...has anything so mad and queer happened to me!

- Good morning, Watson. - Good morning.

Dr. Mortimer, did you notice, that you were followed this...

- ...morning from my house? - Followed! By whom?

That, unfortunately, is what I cannot tell you.

Try to remember if you have among your

neighbors or acquaintances in the village...

...any man with a beard?

Why, yes. Barrymore, Sir Charles's butler, is a man with...

- ...a full beard. - And where is Barrymore now?

He is in Baskerville Hall. The house is in his charge.

That can be easily checked. We shall do the following.

We shall send two wires. One to Barrymore to Baskerville Hall.

'Is all ready for Sir Henry? ' The second

will be sent to the postmaster In Devonshire

with instructions to be delivered personally to Barrymore.

If absent, return wire to Northumberland Hotel.

By the way, who is this Barrymore, anyhow?

The Barrymores have looked after the Hall for five or six generations now.

Did Barrymore profit at all by Sir Charles's will?

Yes.

He and his wife had 5 hundred pounds each.

Did they know that they would receive this?

Yes; Sir Charles was very fond of talking

about the provisions of his will.

Very interesting.

I hope that you do not look with suspicious eyes upon everyone...

...who received a legacy from Sir Charles?

I also had something left to me.

About a thousand pounds.

And how much was the inheritance?

A million.

Dear Mortimer...

...It is a stake for which any one might well play a desperate game.

Yes.

Now it is absolutely clear to me that if Doctor Watson agrees to...

...accompany you to Baskerville Hall, Sir Henry will feel much safer.

And you...

As you know, Watson, I am held back in London by urgent matters.

And you will report to me on a daily basis. If matters came to a crisis

I should endeavor to be present in person to help you.

- So far we have only one thread. - The cabman?

- Yes. - What a pity we did not get the number!

Not we, but you, my dear friend.

- Hello, Butler. - Good afternoon, sir.

I have some recollection that you had among your boys a lad named Cartwright.

- He showed much ability. - Yes, sir, he is still with us.

- Could you ring him up? - Cartwright!

And I should be glad to have change of this 5-pound note.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes - Glad to see you, Cartwright.

Let me have the Hotel Directory.

This is the list of 23 hotels in the neighborhood of Charing Cross.

Yes, sir.

Look at it carefully and remember the names. Got it?

Yes, sir.

You will visit each of these in turn

In each case you will give the Outside porter 1 shilling.

- Here you are, sir. - Thank you.

Here are 23 shillings Cartwright.

You will tell him that you want to see the waste-paper of yesterday.

You will say that...

...an important telegram has miscarried.

But what you are really looking for is the center page of the Times

...with some holes cut in it with scissors.

Here is the article. Can you remember it?

Yes, sir.

Excellent. The outside porter will direct you to the hall porter,

to whom also you will give a shilling.

23 shillings more.

The chances are slim, but let us hope we are lucky.

There are 10 shillings over in case of emergencies.

Let me have a report by wire at Baker Street before evening. That's all.

Yes, sir.

And now, it only remains for us to find out

by wire the identity of the cabman, No.2704.

This way please.

I got a message from the head office that a gent

at this address had been inquiring for No.2704.

I've driven my cab this 7 years and never a

word of complaint. So I decided to go myself.

Let them tell me to my face what they had against me.

I have nothing in the world against you, my good man. On the contrary...

if you will give answers to all questions put to you in this house...

...you'll get half a sovereign. This way, please.

One never knows his luck...

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, sir.

Tell me all about the fare who

came and watched this house at 10 o'clock this morning and afterwards

followed the two gentlemen along several streets.

Why, there's no good my telling you things,

for you seem to know as much as I do already.

How would you describe him?

He was dressed like a toff,

and he had a black beard. I don't know as I could say more than that.

Color of his eyes?

No, I can't say that.

- Two wires, Doctor Watson. - Thank you.

"Visited 23 hotels,

but sorry, to report unable to trace cut sheet. Cartwright."

"Have just heard that Barrymore is at the Hall. BASKERVILLE."

There go two of my threads.

Perhaps you noticed something else?

My fare told me that he was a detective and that I was to keep my mouth shut.

Interesting. When did he say this?

- When he paid me. - Did he say anything more?

He mentioned his name.

Excellent.

Watson, get another half-sovereign.

- What was the name - Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

- Hello, Perkins. - Hello, Doctor Mortimer.

- This is Perkins. - Ah, well.

Good morning, my lord.

Go!

The new master has arrived.

What is this, Perkins?

There's a convict escaped from Princetown, sir.

The warders have been searching for him for three days now.

They watch every road and every station but all to no avail.

Who is he, then?

It is crazy Selden, the Notting Hill murderer.

This is a man that would stick at nothing, not like some petty thief.

Here is Baskerville Hall.

Tell me, Mortimer, was it in this park that my uncle died?

No, it was in the yew alley on the other side.

Yes, gentlemen, the place does look gloomy.

I'll have a row of electric lamps up here inside of six months.

Have you heard anything about a thousand candlepower lamps?

They were invented by Edison and Swan.

Welcome, Sir Henry! Welcome to Baskerville Hall!

No, no Barrymore, you are mistaken.

Doctor said in Latin. "Erratum humanum est".

I am your new master, Barrymore.

Well...

...It's just as I imagined an old family home.

My people have lived here 5 hundred years.

When would you wish dinner to be served, sir?

- Excuse me, eh... - Barrymore.

Tell me, Barrymore, when do you usually serve dinner?

- In the evening. - Shall we wait? We'll wait.

Sir Henry, my wife and I will be happy to stay here for as long as you need us.

But under the new conditions this house will require a considerable staff.

What new conditions, Barrymore?

Sir Charles led a very retired life.

Very modest.

As far as I understand, you would lead another kind of life.

To my knowledge your family, Barrymore,

have lived in Baskerville Hall for several generations.

I should be sorry to begin my life here by breaking an old tradition.

But still the place looks a bit gloomy, doesn't it?

Yes.

It is hard to imagine that this is the chamber which made us...

...feel so gloomy in the evening.

I guess it is ourselves and not the house

that we have to blame. We were tired and worn out with our journey

So we took a grey view of the place.

Now we have had a night's rest, I for one slept soundly...

...and everything seems more cheerful.

- What is it, porridge? - Cereal, Sir.

- I say... - Barrymore, Sir.

Excuse me, Barrymore, is there anything else to eat?

Well, I don't know, a stake, some meet?

I shall serve meet for dinner, my lord.

And yet it was not entirely a question of our mood.

Did you happen to hear someone...

...a woman I think, sobbing in the night?

You heard it too?

You know, I thought that I imagined it.

I really woke up at about midnight

and it seemed to me that I heard some one cry.

I concluded that it was all a dream.

I heard it distinctly, and I am sure that it was really the sob of a woman.

We will find out right away.

- Barrymore. - Barrymore... come over here, please.

Tell us who could weep at night in the house in a woman's voice?

There are only 2 women in the house, my lord.

One is the scullery-maid, who lives in the other wing.

The other is my wife, and I assure you she did not cry.

I suppose, we imagined it.

Certainly, sir.

I had the telegram delivered to Mr. Barrymore...

...exactly as directed.

Who delivered it?

My boy here.

- James! - Yes?

Did you deliver that telegram to Mr. Barrymore at the Hall? - Yes.

Into his own hands?

No, Mr. Barrymore was up in the loft so I gave it into Mrs. Barrymore's hands.

Did you see Mr. Barrymore?

No, sir; I tell you he was in the loft.

How do you know he was in the loft?

Well, surely his own wife ought to know where he is.

Didn't he get the telegram?

If there is any mistake

It is for Mr. Barrymore himself to complain.

Doctor Watson?

You will excuse my presumption. Here on the moor we are homely folk.

And do not wait for formal introductions.

You may possibly have heard my name from our mutual friend, Mortimer.

I am Stapleton, of Merripit House.

- Glad to meet you. - Glad to meet you.

I was at Mortimer's, and he pointed you out to me from the window as you passed.

I thought that I would introduce myself.

How is sir Henry? We were all rather afraid

that after the sad death of Sir Charles the new heir might refuse to live here.

Sir Henry has, I hope, no superstitious fears in the matter?

What matter?

The legend of the fiend dog which is said to haunt the Baskerville family.

- You know about it? - Yes, I do.

And Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Doctor Watson, your interesting records of

the famous detective have reached us here.

If you are here, then it follows that Mr. Sherlock

Holmes is interesting himself in the matter.

I am curious to know what view he may take.

At present Mr. Sherlock Holmes has other cases which engage his attention.

So you are conducting the investigation?

Doctor Watson, if you need my help I trust that you will command me.

Thank you. I am here upon a visit to my friend,

Sir Henry, and need no help of any kind.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

Excellent! Cautiousness comes first!

In London...

I decided to dress like a true Englishman.

So please put away all these Canadian suitcases.

And by the way, if you can find some use for any of those things, take a look.

Perhaps you'll have something yourself?

Thank you, that is unnecessary.

Would you like to have this fur-coat?

- No... - Please, take it, it may prove useful.

Sir Henry... Sir Henry. Don't listen to him, Sir Henry.

Of course if you feel like presenting us

with this fur-coat we will gladly have it.

Elisa.

You are so kind, sir Henry. Just like your late uncle.

Our poor master, the kind sir Charles.

John, you know perfectly that some one might need it.

Elisa. - I'll say nothing more. He didn't understand anything all the same.

This s a present to us.

You went out, Watson? Barrymore and I are here looking through the luggage.

Tell me, Barrymore...

...Did you get sir Henry's wire from London informing you of his arrival?

Yes, I did.

Did the boy deliver it into your own hands?

Yes.

Well, no. I was in the box-room at the time, and my wife brought it up to me.

Did you answer it yourself?

No; I told my wife what to answer and she...

Thank you.

Please, go back to London, instantly.

Why should I go back?

For God's sake, believe me. Don't ask for explanations.

Go back and never set foot upon the moor again.

But why, why?

Hush, my brother is coming! Not a word to him.

Glad to see you. Oh, it's you, Beryl?

Jack, you are very hot.

Yes, I was chasing a remarkable species.

A Cyclopides. But I haven't got anything with me. What a pity.

You have introduced yourselves?

Yes. I was telling Sir Henry

that it was rather early for him to see the beauties

of the moor. Orchids are not blossoming yet.

Why, who do you think this is?

No, no, don't give me wrong titles.

I am only a humble friend of Sir Henry. My name is Dr. Watson.

Doctor Watson.

We have been talking at cross purposes.

Doctor Watson, this is my sister.

I took Doctor Watson for our neighbor.

It cannot much matter to him whether it is early or late for the orchids.

Now that you know my sister.

We demand that you visit our farm, Right now.

Thank you. This way, please.

Queer spot to choose, is it not?

And yet we manage to make ourselves fairly happy, do we not, Beryl?

- Quite happy. - Please.

I had a school the north country, but the fates were against us.

An epidemic broke out in the school and 3 of the boys died.

We never recovered from the blow

and much of my capital was irretrievably swallowed up.

And yet, if it were not for the loss

of the charming companionship of the boys,

I could rejoice over my own misfortune.

As for a man with my strong tastes for botany and zoology,

I find an unlimited field of work here. Truly unlimited.

Life here might be a little dull less for you, perhaps, than for your sister.

- No, no, I am never dull. - What do we have for lunch today?

It's only me who makes coffee in this house. Only me.

Just a moment.

Excuse me for my stupid joke Doctor Watson.

Please forget the words I said, which have no application whatever to you.

I will convey your warning to Sir Henry.

You make too much of it, Dr. Watson.

My brother and I were very much shocked by the

death of Sir Charles. We knew him very intimately.

His favorite walk was over the moor to our house.

I was distressed therefore when Sir Charles's heir came down to live here.

I felt that he should be warned of the danger which he will run.

But what is the danger?

You know the story of the hound?

I do not believe in such nonsense.

But I do.

It seemed to me you did not wish your brother to overhear what you said?

My brother is very anxious to have the Hall inhabited.

For he thinks it is for the good of the poor folk upon the moor.

He would be very angry if he knew that I

am trying to influence Sir Henry.

We have our studies, we have lots of

books, and we have interesting neighbors.

Dr. Mortimer is a most learned man in his own line.

Poor Sir Charles...

...was also an admirable companion. Please.

Yes... We knew him well.

We miss him more than I can tell.

- Please. - Thank you.

What would you say if I were to call upon Sir Henry? Will I intrude?

I am sure that he would be delighted to make your acquaintance.

You keep writing. Yet your friend shows no sign of coming.

Sherlock Holmes?

Yes, it's hard to sort things out without him.

A dark matter, sir. Very dark.

Good afternoon.

- Ah, good afternoon. - Welcome.

It is a wonderful place, the moor! You never tire of the moor.

It is so mysterious.

I have only been here two years shortly after Sir Charles settled.

But I am a naturalist and have explore every part of the country round.

That is the Grimpen Mire.

A false step yonder means death to man or beast.

And yet I can find my way to the very heart of it and return alive.

Well, you see the hills beyond? They are really islands

That is where the rare plants and the butterflies are.

I shall try my luck some day.

For God's sake put such an idea out of your mind. Forget it.

Your blood would be upon my head. You won't come back alive.

It is only by remembering

certain complex landmarks that I am able to penetrate it.

Quiet!

Did you here that?

Queer place, the moor!

But what is it?

The peasants say it is the Hound of the Baskervilles

calling for its prey.

I have never heard it quite so loud.

You are an educated man. How do you account for so strange a sound?

Bogs make queer noises sometimes.

It's the mud settling, or the water rising, or something.

But that was a living voice.

Well, perhaps it was.

Did you ever hear a bittern booming?

Mm yes.

We haven't seen our mutual friend Doctor Mortimer for a long time now.

He has been excavating some barrow.

Glad to see you well and happy.

- Any news, Doctor Watson? - Happily none.

And I am all excited.

For one thing I am overjoyed. I have excavated a barrow in the Down

and has got a prehistoric skull which is a true holiday for me.

But Mr. Frankland, the local lawyer, intends to prosecute me for

opening a grave without the consent of the next of kin of the deceased.

You are laughing, Sir Henry, but I see nothing funny in it

Because in the English law one can well find something to that point.

Mr. Frankland is an expert at it.

Sometimes he has seven or eight lawsuits upon his hands simultaneously.

Mr. And Miss Stapleton.

Welcome to Baskerville Hall.

You evidently frequented this house?

Sir Henry and I

feel like visitors here.

Yes, we used to come here quite often.

Sir Charles was a very hospitable man.

Your uncle was the soul of our society.

Will you stay here long?

I suppose I wont' leave these places any more.

- I say, Watson. - Yes?

Is that all?

She said it was early yet...

to enjoy the beauty of the moor.

The orchids are not blossoming yet.

What else did she tell you?

She said she was anxious because of the arrival of the heir.

Meaning you.

I wonder what else she told you about the orchids.

You know they are such...

They are not blossoming yet.

The orchids are not blossoming yet.

What would that mean?

Not blossoming and that is that.

What are you doing here, Barrymore?

Nothing, sir. It is the window.

I go round at night to see that they are fastened.

In the tower?

Yes, sir, all the windows in the house.

Come, now, Barrymore!

No lies! What were you doing at that window?

I was doing no harm, sir.

I was holding a candle to the window and...

And why were you holding a candle to the window?

Don't ask me, Sir Henry

Don't ask me! I give you my word, sir, that it is not my secret.

If it concerned no one but myself I would not...

It must have been a signal.

- In what sense? - In the direct sense.

Let us see if there is any answer

Ah, did you see that, Watson? Did you...

What a scoundrel.

Barrymore, it is a signal.

- Who are your confederates? - That's my business.

- Who are your confederates? - That's my business.

Answer me this minute!

It concerns only me. I will not tell you anything.

Then you leave my employment right away. Get out!

- Get out, Barrymore! - Very good, sir.

- If I must I must. - And you go in disgrace.

Barrymore, your family has lived with mine

for over a hundred years under this roof,

and here I find you deep in some dark plot against me!

No, no, sir; no, not against you!

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Look what you've done, Eliza. We have to go.

You can go pack our things.

Have I brought you to this? Just you listen to him.

Sir Henry, I won't lie to you. If there's something bad in it...

...Believe me, my husband has done nothing except for my sake.

We humored him too much when he was a lad

and gave him his own way in everything

until he came to think that he could do whatever he liked.

That the world was made for his pleasure.

- Watson, I don't understand anything. - He was as one possessed.

He broke his mother's heart and dragged our name in the dirt.

From crime to crime he sank lower and lower.

Only the mercy of God has snatched him from the scaffold.

I don't understand anything.

Sir Henry, I wish you knew what a charming child he was.

I can show you his childhood portrait.

Don't bother to show me anything. I don't...

A real angel. He just met wicked companions.

He maiden name is Seldon, Sir.

Well, well. I don't know... So what?

Seldon is her younger brother.

So Seldon the murderer is your brother?

Yes, sir. He is starving on the moor. John gives him a sign

...that food is ready. And he indicates where to bring it. That's all.

Every day we hoped that he is gone,

but as long as he is there we can not desert him.

I don't understand anything! Please, I don't understand! A brother, the moor...

What dinner can there be on the moor? Take it... I don't understand.

Take this woman away, Barrymore. I don't want to here any of this.

I say, Doctor, I don't understand anything.

Explain to me, please, what they were talking about?

Her brother Seldon, the assassin, is hiding on the moor.

They are feeding him.

You don't say!

The fire must be so placed as to be only visible from here.

I wonder he dares.

How far do you think it is?

Not more than a mile or two off.

I say, let's take this man.

- Let's. - And that'll be the end of it.

It won't.

Are you armed?

- I have a hunting-crop. - I have got a revolver.

Just stay here and I'll turn left...

Do you remember what Holmes said? The hour of

darkness in which the power of evil is exalted?

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

Costume designer N. Lev, Make-up designer L.

Eliseyeva. Edited by L. Obrazumova

Director A. Tigai, cameraman A. Nasyrov Editor N. Chirkov

Production director Grigory Prusovsky

The End of Part One