5.
Dr. Mortimer. "In the time of the Great Rebellion, about 1650, Baskerville Manor was held
by Hugo of that name, a profane and godless man. One Michaelmas, Mr. Hugo stalled out of a neighboring farm and carried off the daughter of the house. He locked her in an upper chamber, and while Hugo and his friends were carousing… ...as was their nightly custom…
Hugo Baskerville. Such a cuddlesome little wench never existed before, I swear. Cheeks soft as velvet. A form so wondrously rounded.
Hugo’s friend. Tell us more.
Hugo’s friend. What happened then?
Hugo Baskerville. Where was I?
Hugo’s friend. The form, you were saying.
Hugo Baskerville. Oh, yeah. No need to cry out, I told her. - Hugo will not hurt you. - With that, I whisked her up on my saddle, covered her with my cloak and we were off like the wind.
Hugo’s friend. You brought her here? To the Manor? Where is she? Go fetch her, Hugo. Easier said than done, eh, Hugo? How can he fetch her if she isn't here? She isn't, eh?
Hugo Baskerville. Come on, I'll show you. May we come in, my sweet? These drunken sots will give Hugo the… There is no girl. Gone!
Hugo’s friend. Gone.
Hugo Baskerville. Get out of my way. Tim! Danny!
Hugo’s servants. Yes, Sir Hugo. What's wrong, sir?
Hugo Baskerville. She's gone, the wench. Well, don't stand there gaping, go bring my mare.
Hugo’s friends. What's wrong? I've never seen him in such a rage. Where's he gone? Let’s follow him. Lets go, Roderick. Farewell. Come on, Matthew.
Hugo Baskerville. Hold it still, you blockhead. I'll give my soul to the devil for that wench!
Hugo’s friends. Did you hear how he pledged his soul to the devil for that wench? Well, may he find her and wed her. Then the devil will have his soul.
Dr. Mortimer. "On and on they road, until suddenly they came upon the body of the girl."
Hugo’s friends. Dead.
Dr. Mortimer. "Then, from just over a rise, they heard sounds so hideous that the blood froze
in their veins, and looking up, they beheld..."
Dr. Mortimer. "Before we could get at him, Sir Hugo was dead, his body literally torn to shreds. Such is the history of the hound that has cursed the Baskerville family ever since. Many having been
unhappy in their deaths, that have been sudden, violent, and mysterious."
6.
Dr. Mortimer. Well, Mr. Holmes?
Mr. Holmes. Interesting. Very interesting.
Dr. Mortimer. What do you think?
Mr. Holmes. I don't know.
Dr. Mortimer. But Sir Henry is arriving from Canada tomorrow. Please understand my dilemma,
my responsibility. I was Sir Charles' best friend. My duty is to protect that boy. If I should take him down there to Baskerville Hall, ...and anything happened to him..
Mr. Holmes. What I'd suggest, Dr. Mortimer, is that when Sir Henry arrives, you bring him here.
Dr. Mortimer. Oh, thank you, thank you, Mr. Holmes. You don't know what a load you've taken off my mind.
Dr. Mortimer. Good night, Dr. Watson.
Dr. Watson. Good night, sir.
Mr. Holmes. You've left your stick again.
Dr. Mortimer. Oh, thank you.
Mr. Holmes. By the by, Dr. Mortimer, you have a dog?
Dr. Mortimer. I have no dog.
Mr. Holmes. Then how do you account for these marks? Evidently the teeth marks of a dog.
Dr. Mortimer. I used to have a dog, a small Spaniel, but it died. Good night.
Mr. Holmes. Good night.
Dr. Watson. Well, Holmes, what do you make of it? Do you think there's anything in it? Good heavens, you're not going to start scratching on that infernal thing, are you?
Mr. Holmes. Dear old Watson.
7.
The Captain. If you ever go back to Canada, be sure you sail with us.
Henry Baskerville. Thanks, you've all been wonderful.
The Captain. Very best of luck, sir.
Henry Baskerville. And the same to you, sir.
The sailor. This way, Sir Henry.
The cabin boy. Thank you, sir.
Henry Baskerville. And you.
The cabin boy. Thank you, Sir Henry.
Henry Baskerville. And you.
The cabin boy. Thank you, sir.
Henry’s companion. Sir Henry? Oh, it's too bad it's all over, just when you and Betsy Anne were really getting to know each other.
Betsy Anne. Oh, but we are going to see one another in London, aren't we, Sir Henry?
Henry Baskerville. Oh, I should love to, but I have to go down to the country, unfortunately.
Henry’s companion. To your ancestral estate? How exciting. Perhaps, Betsy Anne, if you're very good, Sir Henry will ask us to visit him.
Henry Baskerville. Of course, yes.
Betsy Anne. We're staying at The Savoy.
Henry’s companion. Don't forget.
Henry Baskerville. I won't.
Betsy Anne. Bye.
Henry Baskerville. Goodbye.
8.
Dr. Mortimer. Sir Henry?
Henry Baskerville. Yes.
Dr. Mortimer. I'm Dr. Mortimer. Your uncle was my best friend.
Henry Baskerville. How do you do? Thank you for coming to meet me.
Dr. Mortimer. Not at all, my dear boy. Did you have a pleasant trip?
Henry Baskerville. Splendid, thank you.
Dr. Mortimer. I've taken rooms for you at the Northhumberland Hotel, where I'm stopping.
Henry Baskerville. Fine.
Dr. Mortimer. I assume you'll be staying in London for a few days?
Henry Baskerville. Yes, I haven't seen it since I was a boy.
The porter. Thank you, sir.
Dr. Mortimer. Northhumberland Hotel.
Dr. Mortimer. Sir Charles' death was a great personal loss to me. I was more than his doctor…
Henry Baskerville. What's this?
Dr. Mortimer. What are those words?
Dr. Mortimer. You mind, Sir Henry?
Henry Baskerville. No, not at all.
Henry Baskerville. What do you make of it, Mr. Holmes? Why do you think that last word is printed in ink?
Mr. Holmes. Oh, that's simple enough. The words have been snipped from The London Times, that's evident from the typography. But the word "moor" is an unusual word. Your correspondent evidently couldn't find it in the newspaper. You'll admit, Dr. Mortimer, there's nothing supernatural about this.
Henry Baskerville. Supernatural?
Mr. Holmes. Tell me, Sir Henry, has anything else unusual happened to you today since your arrival in London?
Henry Baskerville. I can't think of anything, unless you'd say that losing one of your boots is unusual.
Mr. Holmes. You lost one of your boots?
Henry Baskerville. Yes, and brand new ones too, never had them on. I put them outside the door
to be cleaned, and when I went to fetch them, there was only one there.
Dr. Watson. Brand new boots and you put them out to be cleaned?
Henry Baskerville. They were tan ones, Dr. Watson. It prevents them from scratching to have them polished first. Now will you please tell me what this is all about? Dr. Mortimer bringing me here
to see you, this letter?
Mr. Holmes. It's about you, Sir Henry, your inheritance in Baskerville Hall. And Dr. Mortimer thinks that it might not be safe for you to go down there.
Henry Baskerville. Safe?
Mr. Holmes. On account of a hound, a wild, supernatural monster… ...that has cursed you Baskervilles for the last two to 300 years.
Henry Baskerville. Ho, ho, that sounds grand! A family ghost, eh? Why didn’t you tell me about this before, Dr. Mortimer?
Dr. Mortimer. Well, Mr. Holmes suggested…
Mr. Holmes. He's going to tell you about it now, Sir Henry. Take him back to the hotel, Dr. Mortimer. Show him that old document, tell him everything, the whole business. I'll join you a little later. Come on, we'll stroll back. You can tell me on the way.
Dr. Mortimer. This is not something to joke about, Sir Henry, believe me.
Mr. Holmes. See you presently.
Henry Baskerville. Good night.
9.
Dr. Watson. What's up?
Mr. Holmes. Shh. Come on, Watson.
Dr. Watson. What's up, now? Where are we going?
Mr. Holmes. You'll see soon enough. We've not a moment to lose.
Newspaperman. Newspaper. Get your evening paper.
Mr. Holmes. Keep your eye on that hansom.
Dr. Mortimer. This letter dates back to about 1650.
Newspaperman. Paper, get your evening paper. Get your paper, evening paper. Evening paper, sir, get your evening paper. Get your paper, evening paper. Evening paper, sir? Tells all the latest news that's going on, sir. Tells you all about it.
Dr. Mortimer. Thank you, sir.
Newspaperman. Evening paper.
Dr. Mortimer. A dissident, drunken fellow... He was a decadent...
Mr. Holmes. Look out, stop!
The passenger-killer. Whip up, cabby. Whip up, I say.
The cabby. Very good, sir.
Dr. Watson. Who was it?
Mr. Holmes. I don't know, but it's just as I expected.
Dr. Watson. Hadn't we better hurry on and warn them?
Mr. Holmes. No, no, no. They're not in any danger… now. Here's the number of that hansom. Find out from Scotland Yard who the cabbie is and if you can, fetch him along to the hotel.
Dr. Watson. I'll do my best.