Sherlock Holmes - Second Generation

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And now for our weekly visit with the good Dr. Watson. I'm sure he's expecting us.

Come in, come in, come in.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Bartel.

Good evening, Dr.. Oh, no, no, don't get up, you look much too comfortable.

Take off your overcoat and come and join me.

Well, I can tell you a story of a scandal in Bohemia last week, Dr. and tonight you promised us a sequel.

Yes, that's right, that's about tell a sequel to place over 20 years afterwards in 1909 to be exact.

Sherlock Holmes is living on his Sussex B farm.

There's only in June, I remember that I received a telegram from the great man asking me to come and spend the long weekend with him.

And I'm sure you needed no urging to accept the invitation.

And none, Mr. Bartel, none at all.

I haven't seen Holmes for some time, and this fact combined with my rather indifferent health, found me on the Eastborne train a few hours after receiving the telegram.

A dog cart was at the station to meet me, and after a wrist drive across the downs, I found myself once more with my good friend.

He looked somewhat older than when I'd last seen him, but as he spoke to me, I realized from the keenness of his voice,

and the sparkle in his eye that Sherlock Holmes would never really be old.

After a while, our conversation lapsed into the comfortable silence that he could just kept on me, exist only between friends.

And then, as the sun was setting, Holmes picked up his beloved violin and began to play some haunting melody.

As he lay back, eyes half closed, his long thin fingers caressing the instrument, a wave of nostalgia swept over me.

I thought of the many years that we'd spent together and the exciting adventures that we had shared during the old days in Baker Street.

It's beautiful, quite beautiful.

Thank you, Watson. You look uncommonly wistfully at you. You're thinking of the old days.

Yes, Holmes. I was. There was I. Well, there's very exciting times, but it's comforting to think that now we will not be disturbed by tangling doorbell, followed by the wind.

Nowadays, my greatest excitement is connected with the segregation of the Queen Bee and the night time for禁 it is, the Charles Augustus, my Tomcat.

I still find it hard to think of you in return and Holmes. Do you ever consider returning to active practice?

Oh, I consider it occasionally. Then reject the idea. Then it should work only up to the peak of his ability. I'm past my nonsense, Holmes.

It just alertes over you. Mentally, perhaps, but not physically.

Would you consider handling a small problem in England?

With personal problem that depicts you, my dear chef, you know, I'll do it if I can.

My problem, Holmes, it was a charming young girl on the train. We got in the conversation.

You don't age it in a real job. You're just as susceptible as ever.

No, no, no, no, Holmes, it'd be finished. She said that you knew her mother quite well.

Her mother? Come in.

Oh, yes, she does. What is it?

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Holmes. Your man said I might come in. My master, Mr. Newton Stanley, instructed me to deliver this note.

Oh, thank you.

He also instructed me to wait for a reply.

I'll confirm.

You took my sir that there's no answer to this letter.

But he told me I must get a reply.

You would tell Mr. Newton Stanley that I will instruct my solicitors to reply to his messaging due course.

That's all dealers, you may go.

Very good, sir.

What did the note say, Holmes?

Read it for yourself.

Keep your filthy bees where they belong.

One of my guests is stung yesterday.

If this happens again, I'll have the police while you are at this place.

Lord, I'm offensive letter.

The man himself is even more offensive.

He's a retarded manufacturer who thinks that he's immense wealth entitled seem to dominate over the local residents.

Oh, but let not spoil a nice sunny afternoon by discussing him. Please continue with the story of the young lady that you met on the table.

Yes, I'd like to.

All the little things seems in dreadful trouble.

I do wish you would help her.

You say that she told you her mother, you may.

Yes.

What's her name?

Notten.

I really notten.

Notten, I don't seem to recall it.

Oh, but of course.

Where is the go?

What?

She's staying at the red line in the village.

Then ring her off the telephone and ask her to come over here as fast as you can.

Of course, I'll help her.

I'm relying on Holmes, but what made you change your mind so suddenly?

Do you remember so short that you can't remember?

I really add there.

So you haven't forgotten.

In the case you called a scandal in Bohemia, I was completely fooled by her.

Of course, you always referred to as the woman.

But how does Irene notten fit into the picture?

I really add that I'm mad at a barrister named Jeffrey.

Tell Miss Notten to come at once watching.

She is the daughter of the woman.

Mr. Holmes, I've heard too much about you from mother.

She says you're the cleverest man in England.

You know, mother, that is my dear child.

She herself was much more clever than I.

In fact, yes.

Did you ever tell you about the circumstances under which we met?

Mr. Holmes, though she did tell me you were wrong.

She said you're the cleverest man in England.

You know, mother, that is my dear child.

She herself was much more clever than I.

Mr. Holmes, though she did tell me you were a witness when she and my father were married.

Very true, my dear, very true.

Though the occasion was a little, well, if we say I'm usual,

look here.

Mr. Golden's operand I wear on my watch chain is momentum of that day.

I also have a charming photograph of your mother.

You must have known her quite well.

How about telling Mr. Holmes about your troubles, my dear?

The circumstances are charming, but they can wait until we've dealt with your problems.

Mr. Holmes, I'm being blackmailed.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.

By whom?

By a neighbor of yours, Mr. Little Stanley.

Do you know him?

Oh, yes, indeed I do.

No matter the fact Mr. Holmes has seen the most offensive note from the gentleman less than an hour ago.

What whole dismisses Stanley have of you, my dear?

He has some letters, some rather indiscreet letters of mine that I wrote to a friend of his last year.

How did he obtain these letters, Miss Norton?

You must have stolen them.

I don't know how, but when I was staying at his house a few weeks ago,

he told me that he had them and asked five thousand pounds for their return.

And why should he consider our letters even indiscreet letters worth so large a sum?

I'm engaged to be married to Lord Weston's son.

That awful man that Stanley knows that if my fiancé saw the letters,

the marriage would never take place.

They must be extremely compromising.

They are, really.

But I was much younger when I wrote them.

In fact, I was only seventeen months.

I'm afraid they could easily be misconstrued.

Have you told your mother?

Oh, no, she'd never understand.

She might surprise you on that, but I think.

How about your father?

Daddy's a barrister.

You can imagine how straight he is.

He'd be about the whole thing.

That's why I came to you, Mr. Holmes.

Oh, I see.

You feel that I am not so, well, should we say, strictly?

Of course you aren't.

Mother told me about you.

In any case, I've read Dr. Watson's story.

What is in my dear fellow?

Your story is, well, let me insidious trouble one of these days.

What are you suggesting Mr. Holmes can do for you, Miss Norton?

Get the letters back, Army.

But how?

Still, I'm a cold.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

My dear Watson, don't be shocked.

Of course, Norton is a fourth-right girl.

I've come out of a foreheart.

It's Mr. Pritchie.

Mr. Holmes, you can't say you won't help me.

No, why don't think that I can't say it?

In any case, I have a slight personal score

to settle with Mr. Lippenstangley, myself.

He's rude.

And has no understanding beef.

How are you going to steal the letter?

I have a problem with classical photo, chap.

I can tell you how to do it, Mr. Holmes.

It is.

It is delightful, my dear.

You'd explain the problem, and also the way it's solving it, how easy the detectives

worth might be if all cans were equally helpful. Tell me, what is your plan?

Marlowe, the seven-tast day off at Mr. Litton's family's. He'll be alone there during

the afternoon.

How'd you know that fact?

My maid was keeping company as they say with David, the buffalo, when I was staying

there a few weeks ago. She found out everything from him. My letters are kept in a filigree

box in his desk.

With your enterprise, my dear, I'm surprised that you didn't climb open the desk

for salt.

I did.

Very sturdy and heavy combination heart. However, I'm sure that you and Dr. Watson can

think of some way of getting the letters. Particularly if Mr. Litton's family's alone in the house.

We shall do our business, not him.

Have us be one thing, though, both of you.

No, what's up?

Don't read the letters, will you? I'm really rather ashamed of writing them all.

Of course we won't, my dear, too.

You're both so sweet to me. How can I thank you?

Thanks for being a little premature. But you could do us a favor.

Of course, what is it?

Your mother had a beautiful voice, I recall. I wonder if you would help her tell her.

I do sing, though I've never done so professionally, like mother.

And I'd never played the violin professionally. But perhaps in between us, we could give

what's my little concerto.

Well, I'd fly dear. We can't do anything until tomorrow, anyway.

What would you like to sing?

Song's my mother taught me.

Really, really remarkably appropriate.

Here are the days long time and years.

Head of a former room.

Show them in. Tonight's music.

And tomorrow, the touch of daylight robbery.

Here, old Watson. Here, this guy is really excellent.

I must confess, I'm a little apprehensive.

Hi, Roger. There's no need to be, I assure you.

You, as Dr. Hannes and I, as the Reverend Applebee, are calling on Mr. Stanley,

as principally in search of a contribution for my charity hospital that you are in charge of.

What could be simpler?

Oh, what may you decide on the role of a clergyman?

It should simplify our entrance of the house.

No, I must confess that a rare touch of sentiments prompted the choice of my disguise.

How does sentiment enter into it?

Oh, surely you remember that it was in the role of a simple, minded, non-conformist clergyman

that I once attempted to deceive Miss Norton's mother?

That's right.

Yes, I've forgotten. That woman, really.

Fascinating.

That's all, Chef.

Arrini Adler was one woman I've always regarded with undunded admiration.

Even though she was a criminal, but the mouth of this come out of the film.

Are you ready?

Yes.

You'll have the equipment I mentioned to you.

In my pocket?

At the splurple, Chef. Let's splurple.

This home mother devil doesn't answer the door.

Come, come, come.

I'm sorry, Dr. Henry.

Come, come, come.

Yes.

Mr. Dickens, stand there.

That's my name.

The mind is Applebee, and this is my friend, Dr. Henry.

I'm proud to meet you.

I've heard a great deal about you.

What can I do for you?

It will come in from the metallic stain of our mission.

Very well.

Come into the study.

We're raising a subscription list for charity hospital at Patelway, just across the downs.

You're a prominent resident.

You haven't resolved that you'd like to donate a few guineas.

I'm really not very interested.

I've given as much to charity this year as I can afford.

Well, it's a fine course, sir.

I'm giving my medical services three days a week, and the reverent Applebee is donating his services to.

Who else has contributed to this fine?

Oh, your neighbor, sir.

We just came from the bee farm over the downs.

The owner, Mr. Holmes, gave us a check for five guineas.

Holmes gave you five guineas, did he?

I have a very nice gentleman, Mr. Holmes.

We're proposing to name a world in the hospital after him.

Here's this list of subscribers going to be published in the paper.

Oh, yes, oh, yes, Mr. Dickens, stand there.

I'll give you ten guineas.

Ten guineas, thank you, sir.

And kind of you, sir, I'm huge.

I'll get my checkbook kits in this desk.

Like what?

A platform.

Right.

Now, who do I make this check up payable to Will?

A dollar.

Who?

Holmes.

Hold him still.

Very neat, Watson.

Oh, the phone doesn't take long.

It's a little old, hello.

It's the line of the desk.

That's it.

Is the filigree box in there?

Aha.

Here it is.

Spended.

Holmes, don't open it.

You promised that you wouldn't.

I just wish to make sure.

Make sure.

Who was there, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Who wouldn't?

Oh, no, don't move.

I have a revolver and don't turn around.

Place the box on the table, Mr. Holmes.

Put your hands up, gentlemen, both of you.

That's right.

I know that voice is diva's, the buzzer.

They're quite correct.

Well, Lisa, you need point of revolver, as is your master.

I'm not in the least interested in my master's health, Dr. Watson.

In fact, if he were dead, I should be delighted.

Now, what are you up to, diva's?

I'm taking advantage of a situation, sir.

I've been trying to open that desk books.

After such kindness on your part, sir.

I hate to see mine gracious.

But I'm breathfully afraid I shall have to kill you.

I have to kill both of you.

Dr. Watson's story will continue in just a second, so.

I'm just going to remind you that good food always tastes better

when served with good wine.

And if you like a red wine, say with steak or meat of any kind,

you love Petri, California burgundy.

If you'd rather have a white wine, say with chicken or fish,

then by all means, get Petri, California, so turn.

Or, and look, if opinion is divided in your family,

if some of you like a red wine and some like white,

it's as obvious.

Don't buy one, buy two.

Remember that, huh?

Don't buy one, buy two, but do buy Petri.

Then you know it's good.

But Dr., that was a fine place to break off your story

with the bought by pointing a gun at your backs,

and you ensure lock homes with your hands above your heads.

What happened next?

You know, at least you didn't get killed.

You wouldn't be sitting here in California tonight telling me to story.

No, I don't remember.

I told you, but supposing I take you back in the story

to the point where I took off.

Well, all right, then. Take me back, Dr..

Take me back.

Very well.

We stripped our homes and our hands above our heads.

As Debel said,

I don't know how grateful I am that you opened the desk for me.

After such kindness on your part, sir,

I hate to see my gracious, but I'm grateful you're afraid

I'm going to have to kill you, book.

Because I just like to appear stupid

at such a melodramatic moment,

but why is it necessary to kill us?

For months, I have been waiting for an opportunity to steal

the Kidman Jar Emerald,

and now you have done it for me, sir,

and printed me with a perfect yellow bag.

Kidman Jar Emerald, who come numb as poems

you know the treasures in this house as well as I do.

Apart from the Emerald,

there's a superb chimney that would fetch a fine price

in the right market.

We aren't here after any valuables, my good man.

Please don't call me your good man, Dr. Watson.

It's patronizing and untrue.

In any case, sir, whether you were here after the valuables

or not makes no difference,

I caught you both red-handed.

You're completely in my power, gentlemen.

You're going to steal the treasures I've chosen

and pretend that we were responsible.

Exactly, sir.

I shall kill you both,

secret objects appeal to me,

and when my master begins consciousness,

he'll explain that I found three men burying the house

that I killed two of them while the third

got away with the loot,

who will be able to die by word,

to be regarded as a hero.

And I didn't have my salary raised.

Now, Watson, I'm afraid this is the end all, chap.

I'm a sorted way to die and shop the back like a card.

Adidas, at least to his death,

courtesy of allowing us to face the firing squad, will you?

Not a word, gentlemen.

Turn round.

But don't try any tricks.

One last request.

Now, what is it, sir?

I've beaten and I admit it.

I'm getting old,

but in my heyday I crossed the swords

for some of the greatest criminals in Europe.

My life has been attempted many times,

but I've always escaped.

This is to be my swan,

so I'm at least given the privilege of

shaking the hand of a man

who has at last bested me.

Well, sir, I feel that I'm stepping a little out of my station

but I suppose the situation is unusual.

I hope you don't object to the left hand, sir.

I'll keep the revolver in my right.

Very well, Divers.

There you are.

Goodbye, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Goodbye, Divers.

And my congratulations.

What?

My congratulations for being a fool.

Well done, Holmes.

Maybe getting old, Watson.

But I've not lost my skill at that actual.

Oh, he went over your shoulder in a flash.

Potten in the bullet went wild.

Here's your Watson.

Struck the desk as it fell.

Yes, his head.

It's not serious.

He's beyond conscious for a while.

Good, but I think we'll take the precaution

of fursing this desk draw.

I don't want him to be exposed

to purpose when he comes to.

Here we are.

I'm a shouldn't we get in touch with the police home?

Police quits cut in the wall, fellow.

I thought we were bourgeois, but in disguise,

two facts that would be hard to explain.

It's spectacularly no.

We've expected the p-farm as soon as possible.

Yes, it's because you're right.

It's not.

We'll be waiting for us, then.

Tell her what's happened.

Poor girl.

I'm afraid she's in for something of a shock.

Mr. Holmes, Dr. Wallace and I are so glad.

So you're back again?

Did you get the filigree back?

Yes, Ms. Houghton, here it is.

At home, I didn't know that you...

Watson.

When I opened it, Ms. Houghton?

Well, I...

Open it, my dear.

Let me not be love letters inside it, but there's a note.

Oh.

Why don't you read it to us?

Let this be a warning, Norton.

Crime does not pay.

If you don't believe me, ask your mother.

Sincerely, Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Holmes, you knew my secret all the time.

Not all the time that I realized it as soon as I

opened the filigree box.

I don't know if you're talking about it.

Ms. Norton was under the impression that she could use me as a cat's paw

as a dupe to commit a murder if I were her.

I still don't understand home.

You were a member she asked us to promise not to open the box.

You did, sir, just before the father held us up with a revolver.

What was inside the box?

An impressive green stone which I knew to be the Kitmanjar emerald.

But where'd the emerald be?

I slipped it back and if Mr. Lippin's timeless disc unlocked it.

Got the box here because I wanted to see your expressionless Norton as you opened it.

That's great.

Scott and I thought you were pulling the thing in trouble.

You have to say for yourself, young lady.

But I'm terribly sorry Mr. Holmes, terribly sorry.

It seemed like a wildly exciting idea but I didn't really mean to see it.

No, of course not.

No, no, of course you didn't.

Don't need to steal it for you.

Ms. Norton, I convinced you knew that your mother once out with it me

and you presumed to think that you could do the same.

I should tell you over to the police.

Please don't, Mr. Holmes.

You can't do that.

I certainly could.

But I'm not going to for two reasons.

First, you're young and impressionable and this will teach you a lesson.

And in the second place I have a strange admiration for your mother.

That I want Mr. Norton, that you will have had a narrow escape.

A very narrow escape.

Mr. Holmes, before I go there's one favor I want to ask you.

Really? What is it?

Could I keep this filigree box with your note inside it?

It would be a reminder all my life of how we met.

What do you say Watson?

It isn't your box to give her.

That's true. That's quite true.

But I fail to see how we can return it now without disclosing our own share

and the attempted robbery.

In any case, I don't like Mr. Litton Stanley.

We might indulge in a little petty last name without feeling too guilty.

Very well, Ms. Norton. You may keep the box.

I shall always treasure it. Thank you.

Goodbye, Dr. Watson. Don't think too badly of me.

Good boy.

Good night Mr. Shella at home.

You know Holmes, I must say you were surprising your lenient little girl.

What does her mother put her up to the whole thing?

That possibility had occurred to me over.

And yet I have a feeling that...

Come in.

Door's open.

Were you expecting her?

No.

Oh, God, it's Litton Stanley.

Good evening, sir.

This is an unexpected honor.

Of course.

You haven't been the best of friends I know.

But you've got to help me now. I'm in serious trouble.

No, indeed, sir.

I'm interested down.

This is my friend.

What's up?

How are you?

And now, sir.

What is your trouble?

I've been robbed, Holmes.

Robbed?

What the stolen?

Well, my greatest treasure.

The kitmen's our emerald.

Remove from his case.

And then mysteriously returned loose in my desk afterwards.

But there's a priceless tyranny missing.

Have you...

Have you any idea who the third person might be?

Morph was a gang, I'm sure of that.

A couple of disguise as a clergyman and a doctor

came into the house on the pretext of raising money

for some hospital.

And they overpowered me with parafford.

Don't tear me, dear.

I'm very unpleasant for you.

Yes, sir.

When I came to I found my brother.

He was lying beside me in a pool of blood.

The brave fellow had the vessel with the things,

but they got away.

And he's in the hospital now.

Holmes, you've got to help me.

The kitmen's our emerald was returned, you say.

But a chalini is missing.

Yes.

It's an S. It's a phillary box in which I'd kept the emerald.

A philligary box?

Yes, it's a genuine chalini.

It's worth several thousand pounds.

Holmes, you must help me solve this business.

I'm sorry, Mr. Litton Stanley,

but I'm afraid I can't help you.

I'm retired.

Yes, and I intend to remain in retirement.

Good night, sir.

Oh, but I'll pay you any fee with the reason.

My decision is final, sir.

Good night.

Oh, I might have known I wouldn't get any help from you.

Holmes, she fooled you again.

Yes, the little girl.

She knew that box was a chalini all the time.

You don't seem very angry with her over.

Ah, I should be that I'm not what splendid audacity.

What a stupid bird the child has.

But you must get the box back from her.

I show what's in my show.

Or rather, I should have stayed deepest to do it for, man.

There's a price of our silence.

How can he get it back?

Remember that he walks out this Miss Norton's maid.

I'm certain that when he explains his predicament,

he can prevail upon her to steal the box from her mistress

so that it may be returned to its white blown out.

It's a good idea.

Ah, hey, George Holmes.

Miss Norton's a chip of gold block, alright?

Yes, but since years, and it makes me wonder.

What about?

I wonder, my dear chap, how long I can remain in retirement.

Such a worthy antagonist and large is a challenge.

It's a irresistible challenge.

You know, Dr. Watson, I just can't get over the way you and Mr. Holmes

let that girl...

Irene, was that her name pulled the wool over your eyes?

Why, she really twisted your round her little finger.

Mr. Butler, tell me.

I don't like to make extreme deposits of statements,

but I'm sure if you were in my shoes,

Irene would probably have twisted your round her little finger,

and she just had you rowing about in hoops and standing on your head.

You mean she was that beautiful, Mr. Butler?

She was so beautiful that she'd make you forget all about Petri Wynne.

Dr. Watson, no girl is that beautiful.

Oh, how young you really are.

Oh, maybe so, but there are lots of pretty girls in this world

and only one Petri Wynne.

That's because there's only one Petri family

that's been making wine since the 1800s.

And believe me, because the Petri business has always been family-owned and operated,

they've been able to hand on down from father to son,

from father to son, the highly skilled art of making fine wine.

And those generations of wine making add up to a lot of experience.

The Petri family really knows how to turn luscious California grapes

into fragrant, delicious wine.

That's why, no matter what type wine you wish,

you can't go wrong looking for the label that says,

P-E-T-R-I, Petri.

Because Petri took time to bring you good wine.

Well, Dr. Watson, what story are you planning to tell us next week?

Well, now next week, Mr. Butler is the day before Christmas,

so I'm going to tell you an adventure that took place many years ago

and involved homes in myself in one of the most fantastic Christmas-y situations

in which we ever found ourselves.

I think you like the story.

I call it the night before Christmas.

That sounds well, Dr. Oh, thank you.

Oh, by the way, before I go, Mr. Butler,

I'd like to remind our listeners,

there's no better way to spend money and to spend it on Christmas seals.

Every penny spent on Christmas seals not only helps cure tuberculosis,

but it also helps prevent it right in your own community.

Your purchases of Christmas seals in the past have saved thousands of lives.

Keep saving lives by all the Christmas seals you can afford this year.

Now, won't you?

Tonight, Sherlock Holmes' adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher

and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story,

a scandal in Bohemia.

Music is by Dean Foster.

Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Goldwood Mayor

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures,

where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

As a Rathbone's new Columbia record album,

Robin Hood, is now available at your music store.

Music

The Petri wine company of San Francisco, California

invites you to tune in again next week,

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Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios.

Music

This is Harry Bartell, saying good night for the Petri family.

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