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« : 14 ноября 2023, 09:50:41 »Сценарий фильма "The Hound of the Baskervilles",
6-й эпизод, 46:47 – 56:23, фрагменты 21 – 25
6-й эпизод, 46:47 – 56:23, фрагменты 21 – 25
21.
Dr. Watson. Who is that?Henry Baskerville. It seems that we didn't pick a very secluded spot.
Dr. Watson. What do you want?
The stranger. Just crossing the moor, sir. Just crossing the moor. I...I’d be peddling my wares, sir. I must have something here what interests you, sir.
The stranger. How about...how about a nice mouth organ, sir?
Dr. Watson. No, thank you.
The stranger. Here, here's something an old squire like you could use, sir, a fusel. A fusel for calling your sheep dog.
Dr. Watson. Calling my what?
The stranger. Sheep dog, sir. A regular charmer, sir. Hear it for miles around, sir.
Dr. Watson. Take it away, and yourself with it!
The stranger. How, how about, how about some scent for the lady, sir?
Henry Baskerville. That'll do. Be off about your business.
The stranger. All right, all right, sir, I ain't doing no harm. I ain't doing no harm.
Beryl Stapleton. You know, that's what I hate about this moor. There's always something strange.
Dr. Watson. Look, he's limping on the other foot now.
22.
Dr. Watson. Barryman?Barryman. Yes, sir.
Dr. Watson. Who delivered this note?
Barryman. No one, sir. I found it slipped under the front door.
Dr. Watson. Thank you.
Mr. Stapleton. Oh, Barryman, is Sir Henry at home?
Barryman. No, sir. He's gone across the moor.
Mr. Stapleton. Hmm, I’m sorry I missed him. Did Dr. Watson go with him?
Barryman. No, sir.
Mr. Stapleton. Oh, thank you, Barryman.
Barryman. I'll tell Sir Henry you called, sir.
Mr. Stapleton. Yes, do.
23.
Dr. Watson. Was it you who sent me that communication?The stranger. I did, sir!
Dr. Watson. Out with it, whatever it is you want me to hear!
The stranger. I only want you to hear this zither, sir.
Dr. Watson. Zither?
The stranger. They don't come no finer, sir.
Dr. Watson. What blasted impertinence! Getting me out here to see… Look here my man, you're up to something!
The stranger. I...I only ask you to try them, sir!
Dr. Watson. Be careful! The thing’s loaded! Who are you?
The stranger. Well, I might ask the same of you, sir, travelling around the moor, spying out on everybody.
Dr. Watson. That's my business, to spy.
The stranger. Oh, oh, it is, is it?
Dr. Watson. Yes, and if you want to know who I am, I'll tell you.
The stranger. Who...who are you?
Dr. Watson. I'm Sherlock Holmes.
The stranger. Sherlock Holmes, the detective?
Dr. Watson. Yes, and now perhaps you realize why I can't be hoodwinked.
The stranger. Oh, sir, sir, sir, that changes everything.
Dr. Watson. Now, who are you? Quick!
The stranger. Well, in that case, sir, my name must be Watson. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ,ha…
Dr. Watson. Holmes!
24.
Mr. Holmes. How are you, my dear fellow? A fine detective you are, calling yourself Sherlock Holmes! Dr. Watson. So you've been down here on the moor all the time! That's a fine way to treat me, I must say! Send me down here, let me think you were in London, working on that black man case, make me sit up half the night writing those blasted reports!
Mr. Holmes. Superior reports, my dear Watson, and very valuable they were, too. I made arrangements to have them forwarded on to me.
Dr. Watson. A shabby trick which I'll not forget.
Mr. Holmes. Ah, but a very necessary trick. If I'd come down here with you and Sir Henry, every movement of mine would have been watched. While, in this way, only you and Sir Henry have been watched, and I've been free to work.
Dr. Watson. That's all very well, but making a fool of me.
Mr. Holmes. Sit down, Watson, do sit down. Perhaps a little supper will help you to get over your huff.
Dr. Watson. Huff, I'm in no huff!
Mr. Holmes. Here, try some of these sardines. It's a pity I didn't know you were coming, I'd have provided a braise of pheasant.
Dr. Watson. It's a pity you didn't think of bringing down that infernal violin of yours, to regale me with some of your enchanting music.
Mr. Holmes. I did, my dear Watson. Anything to oblige?
Mr. Holmes. Well, if you've had enough to eat, Watson, and you're feeling in better spirits, I think we’ve better be getting along.
Dr. Watson. Getting along where, if I'm not prying?
Mr. Holmes. I'm returning with you to Baskerville Hall. There’s still some gaps to be filled in, but all in all, things are becoming a little clearer.
Dr. Watson. Not to me, I assure you. It's still a hopeless jumble. Mr. Frankland, Dr. Mortimer, the Barrymans, put it all together and what have you got?
Mr. Holmes. Murder, my dear Watson, refine, cold-blooded murder.
Dr. Watson. Murder?
Mr. Holmes. There's no doubt about it in my mind. Or, perhaps I should say in my imagination. But that's where crimes are conceived and where they're solved, in the imagination.
Dr. Watson. But there's been no murder, unless you mean Sir Charles. And the facts clearly indicated that he died from a heart failure.
Mr. Holmes. That's why so many murders remain unsolved, Watson. People will stick to facts even though they prove nothing.
Mr. Holmes. Now, if we go beyond facts, use our imagination as the criminal does, imagine what might have happened and act upon it, as I've been trying to do in this case, we usually find ourselves justified.
Dr. Watson. Then you know?
Mr. Holmes. Another day or two at the most, and I will know. My one fear is the murder will strike before we're ready. In that case...
25.
Dr. Watson. What's that?Mr. Holmes. Where's it coming from?
Dr. Watson. There.
Mr. Holmes. No, no, no, there!
Mr. Holmes. The hound. Come on Watson, quick!
Mr. Holmes. Look!
Dr. Watson. Sir Henry!
Mr. Holmes. He must have run along that bridge and fallen over the cliff.
Dr. Watson. He's dead.
Mr. Holmes. His skull is crushed in. The convict! Thank heaven!
Dr. Watson. What? That's the man I shot at the night we arrived, the man Barryman was signaling to. Who is it?
Mr. Holmes. The Notting Hill murderer. He escaped from prison last month and hiding on the moor ever since.
Dr. Watson. The Notting Hill murderer? Do you mean that he's responsible for all this?
Mr. Holmes. That remains to be seen.
Dr. Watson. But he's wearing Sir Henry's clothes.
Mr. Holmes. Yes, yes, that accounts for it.
Dr. Watson. Accounts for what?
Mr. Holmes. For the hound. These clothes were the cause of that poor devil's death.
Dr. Watson. Do you mean that the hound was after Sir Henry?
Mr. Holmes. Yes, and mistook the convict for him because of the scent of the clothes.
Mr. Holmes. Do you remember that missing boot, Watson? Why do you suppose the brown one, the one that had never been worn, was so mysteriously replaced and the black one taken?
Dr. Watson. Why?
Mr. Holmes. Because a boot that had never been worn wouldn't have had the scent of the owner, and the black one had.
Dr. Watson. But how does this convict come to be wearing Sir Henry's clothes?
Mr. Holmes. Oh, well, that's simple enough.
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