Sherlock Holmes - The Copper Beeches

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Who would ever assist you to cry when there's your old homesteads?

They always tell me with a certain father. It might believe Watson that the lowest and

violent alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling of beautiful countryside.

No man, you were the hidden face of crime better than my friend Sherlock Holmes. My name is Dr. Watson.

And it was my privilege to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

I will tell you about the case of the couple of beaches. It began as so often with a letter.

It made Holmes wonder laugh at first, but soon he was to take it seriously and you will see why it's just a moment.

Well, it was though I touched the bottom of my life.

This note I had this morning marks my zero point identity.

Yeah, read it.

Thank you.

I must have heard that very anxious consult was to whether I should or should not accept the situation

which has been offered to me as governor.

I should call it hoppers, tend them all over. I do not inconvenience you. You're old faithfully.

Violet Hunter, did you know the young lady?

No, the note was written yesterday and it's hoppers tend now.

Yes, and I have no doubt that it's hurry.

No, it's a little simple, but I'll do it for better soon be resolved for here unless I'm much mistaken.

You will excuse my problem, you I hope, Mr. Holmes.

I should be happy to do anything I can to serve you, Mr. Hunter.

Please take a seat.

This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. How'd you do?

How'd you do, Dr. Watson?

Wins the home.

I think I should explain that I have had a bit strange experience.

And if I have no parents or relatives of any sort, but whom I could ask advice,

I thought that they had you would be kind enough to tell me what I should do.

A strange experience?

I have been a governess for five years, but my employer recently took an appointment abroad

and I found myself without a situation.

I advertised and I answered the participants that I had no success.

Then the little money I'd saved began to run short.

I was at my wit then what to do.

There is a well known agency for governesses in the West End called Westways.

Now used to call there about once a week.

The manager, Mr. Stoper, sits in her own little office

and the lady who are seeking employment weight in an angle.

They're shown in one by one and Mr. Stoper consults her ledges

and sees whether she has anything to suit them.

Well, when I called last week, I was shown into the office of usual

but I found that Mr. Stoper was not alone.

Ah, this one will do.

I could not ask for anything better, Mr. Stoper.

Capital, capital.

Sit down, Mr. Stoper please.

This is Mr. Blue, capital.

Thank you.

You are looking for a situation, Miss?

Yes.

As governess?

Yes.

And what salary do you ask?

In my office, with Colonel Stoper's money rose, I had two pounds a month.

Oh, come, come.

Sweating, rank, sweating.

How could anyone offer so pitiful a sum to a lady with such attraction and accomplishments?

My accomplishments were maybe less than you imagined.

A little French, a little German, music and drawing.

Now this is all type of side depression.

The point is, I have with the bearing and deployment of the lady.

There it is in that shell.

If you have not, you are not fitted for the rearing of a child

who may someday play a considerable part in the history of the country.

But if you have, well, then how could any gentleman ask you to condescend

to accept anything under free stinger?

Your salary with me, madam, would commence at a hundred pounds a year.

It is also my custom to advance to my young ladies half their salary beforehand,

so they may meet in a little expenses of their journey and their wardrobe.

May I ask, where are you living, sir?

Perhaps, sir.

Charming rural place.

At the copper beaches, five miles on the far side of Winchester.

It's the dearest old country house.

And my duty, sir.

A one-child, one dear little romper, just six years old.

My third duty, sir.

I'll take charge of a single child.

No, no, no. Not for so.

Not for so, my dear young lady.

Your duty would be, as I'm sure, your good sense would suggest,

to obey in a little command,

provided always that there was such a lady might with propriety obey,

and which I, on my wife, my skills.

Your wife?

I should be happy to make myself useful, of course.

Quite so. We are fatty people, you know.

A fatty, that's kindhearted.

In dress now, for example, if you were asked to wear any dress which we might give you,

you would not object to our little film.

Why? No, sir.

Or to sit here.

Or sit there. That would not be offensive to you.

No.

Or to cut your long hair quite short before you can do it.

My hair?

Oh, no, sir. It was not my hair.

I'm afraid that is quite impossible.

Well, I'm afraid it's quite essential.

This is a little fancy of my wife,

and made as fancy as you know, madam.

A lady as fancy as must be consulted.

And so you wouldn't cut your hair?

No, sir. I really could not.

Very well.

And I came to Sturper. I had best inspect a few more of your young ladies.

Very well, Mr. Rulkarthus.

Mrs. Hunter, do you decide on them to be kept upon our books?

Yes, you can.

Well, very often, Dr. Rulkarthus,

and through a few of the most excellent offers in this fashion,

you can have the expected to exert our service

to find another opening for you.

Good day, Mrs. Hunter.

Yes, come along now.

Well, Mr. Holmes, when I got back to my lodging,

and found little enough in the cupboard

and two or three bills on the table,

I began to ask myself whether I had not done a foolish thing.

After all, if these people had strange thoughts,

they were at least ready to pay for their eccentricity,

but if you govern us as an England,

they'll get in the hunger the year.

Thus, what use was my hair to me?

But the day after next,

I had almost overcome my pride

to go back to the agency

when I received this letter from the gentleman himself.

Mr. Holmes has kindly given me all the rest

that I write on the copper beaches

to ask you whether you have lead considered your decision.

And my wife has been much affected by my description of you,

which is very anxious, but you should cut.

We are willing to give one hundred and twenty parts a year

and serve as a reference for any little inconvenience

which are bad, and a cause.

They're not very exact enough, Rulkarthus.

And your duties with the child are very light.

As regards your hair, there's no doubt of fitting,

but I am afraid the times remain firm upon this point.

Now do try and come,

as I can meet you with the dog's heart every day.

That is the letter I have just received for Holmes,

and my mind has made up that I will accept.

But I thought that before taking the final step,

I should like to submit the whole matter to your consideration.

I confess it is not the situation which I should like to see

as this to remind the plightful.

Very much so, my dear.

Can it all mean, though?

I have no data I cannot tell.

Perhaps this hunter has called on to me.

Well, Mr. Rulkarthus seemed a kind man.

It is not possible that he's a wife of an lunatic,

and the profession should be taken to an asylum

to assume that her to prevent an outbreak.

To assume, as matters stand, that is the most probable solution.

But in any case, it doesn't seem to be a very nice house for young lady.

Except the money, Mr. Holmes.

The money.

It's too good.

That's what makes me uneasy.

It must be some strong reason for offering you 120 pounds

and they could have that big for 40.

I feel that too.

So I thought if I told you the circumstances,

you would understand afterwards if I wanted your help.

I should feel so much stronger

if I felt that you were at the back of me.

Oh, you may carry that feeling away with you.

I assure you that your little problem

probably seems to be the most interesting

that has come my way for some month.

Now, if you should find yourself in doubt or danger,

what danger do you foresee?

If it seems to be a danger, if we could define it.

Well, now that I have spoken to you,

I shall write to Mr. Rulkarthus,

that provides my poor hair tonight

and start the weekest of tomorrow.

And don't forget at any time,

day or night,

a telegram would bring me down here.

What?

Listen to this.

Well, V is B at Black Spawn Hotel

with just a midday tomorrow.

Do come at my witch's end, Hunter.

So it's taken me just a fourth night

to find she needs my help again.

No, look up between the walls.

Will you come with me?

I wish to.

Capital.

Then I suggest we turn in at once.

We shall need to deal our best to the wall.

How much further ago?

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Who would have resisted crime

when there was your old homesteads?

They always still leave with a certain horror.

It might believe Watson,

found it upon experience I may have had

that the lowest and vileest alleys in London

do not present a more dreadful record of sin

than does the smiling of beautiful countryside.

Are you fine?

If the reason is very obvious,

the pressure of public opinion

can do in the town what the law cannot accomplish.

There is no alleys so vile

that the scream of a tortured child

doesn't forget some sympathy and indignation among the neighbours

and one word of complaint

can set the whole machinery of justice going.

No, for whom?

The luck of these lonely houses

to each in a turn field.

They are filled for the worst part

with poor England,

so to no little of the law.

Think of the deeds that kill each of them

for the hidden wickedness

which may go on year-in-year

out in such places and non-lawiser.

Have this lady who appeals to us

to help conquer it in which state

I should never have had a dear partner.

It's the five miles of country

that we face to this.

Still, if she can,

come into windows of the meters.

She has her freedom.

Right, sir?

Stand in the mess.

Do you see just no explanation?

I have devised seven separate explanations.

Each of them would cover the facts as far as we know them.

For which of them is correct

and only be determined

for the fresh information

that we shall not find waiting for us

for the next one.

Ah!

There is a dove at the vehicle.

I hope you believe to come this time this morning.

I hope you're looking new for what?

Kirkland.

Okay, let us have everything in its due order, this hunter.

Well, in the first place,

I must say that I have met on the whole

no actual ill treatment

for Mr. and Mrs. Rukhasa.

But I'm not easy in my mind about them.

I can't understand them.

What can you not understand?

The reason for their conduct.

But you shall have it just as it occurred.

When I came down,

Mr. Rukhasa met me here

and drove me in his dog cart to Copper Beach.

Yes.

I was introduced and eaten to his wife and child.

I gather that Mr. and Mrs. Rukhasa

have been married about seven years.

He was a widower.

And his only child by his first wife was a daughter

who is now in Philadelphia.

As she couldn't have been less than 20,

I can quite imagine

that her position must have been uncomfortable

with her father's young new wife.

Yes, indeed.

As for Mrs. Rukhasa,

I now know that there was no truth in our conjecture

in your room that Baker Street.

She is not mad.

I found her to be a mere non-entity,

colourless in mind as she isn't featured.

The husband is carried to her,

but she seems to have come secret sorrow.

So?

The one unpleasant thing about the house,

which struck me at once,

was the appearance and manner of the concerned,

a man of his wife.

Taller, as he calls,

is a rough, uncouth man

with a perfectful smell of drink.

His wife is tall and strong and very sour.

And that's the entire household?

Yes, or except for Colour.

Colour?

Mr. Rukhasa introduced me to him

on my first evening now.

Henry Brighton,

he's well tied up.

He turned into Colour, my master.

But I call him mine,

but very old Taller,

as the only one who can do anything with him.

We feast him once a day,

and not too much then,

so he's always keen as mustard.

Taller lets him loose every night,

and heaven help the trespasser,

he lays his fangs into.

Oh, and for goodness sake, Miss Hunter,

don't you ever on any pretext

that you're put over the threshold at night?

It is as much as your life is worth,

if you do.

Very direct warning.

I know idle, but I think so.

But please, Hunter, continue your narrative.

For two days after my arrival,

my life was very quiet.

On the third,

Mrs. Rukhasa came down to us after breakfast,

and whispered in her heart from the air.

Ah, yes, to be sure.

And Miss Hunter,

and my wife reminds me to say how much we are obliged to you

for falling in with our winds so far as to cut your hair.

And the effect is charming, my dear.

It is nice of you to stay still.

I assure you,

it has not detracted the tiniest diota from your appearance.

And now we shall see how a change of dress will become you.

If you will kindly go up to your room,

you will find one laid out ready on your bed.

It belongs to my dear daughter, Alice,

who's now in Philadelphia.

It will fit you very well.

Charlie, can you play Charlie?

I have to be made to measure.

A dear.

A perfect fit.

I was surprised to see how well it suited me.

Perfect.

And I, Miss Hunter,

be good enough to take the chair over there.

The one with its back to the center window.

Ah, splendid.

Now, my dear,

you have the same thought with Miss Hunter

for a little while.

And they stayed there talking for about an hour, Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Rookhawso told some extremely funny stories.

Still funny that I laughed till I was tired.

The odd thing was though,

that Mrs. Rookhawso never too much has smiled at them.

Then, her husband suddenly remarked

that I'm not changed by this,

and all about my dear daughter.

Well, two days later, the same thing happened.

When it had me laughing help to save his stories for a while,

my employer handed me a novel,

moved my chair flat with one side,

and asked me to read to him.

I read for about ten minutes,

and then suddenly, in the middle of a sentence,

he ordered me to stop,

and go and change my dress.

Well, I hope, Mr. Holmes,

you don't find my story too practical.

I'm glad of the full details,

whether they seem to you to be relevant or not.

But I shall try not to miss anything of importance.

You can imagine how curious I became

as to the meaning of this extraordinary performance.

For one thing,

I noticed that they were always very careful

to turn my face away from the window.

I became consumed with the desire to see

what was going on behind my back.

Then, a happy thought ceases me.

My hand mirror had been broken,

but I can see a small piece of the glass

in my handkerchief court.

On the next occasion,

in the midst of the laughter,

I put my handkerchief up to my eyes,

and was able with a little management

to see all of there was behind me.

That was what was there?

There was a man standing outside

in the Southampton Road.

He was sorely had a beard.

There were several others,

but this one appeared to be looking

earnest in my direction.

However, when I lowered my handkerchief,

I found Mrs. Newcastle's eyes also fixed on me.

She said nothing,

but I'm convinced that she knew I have a mirror in my hand.

She rose at once.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, my dear,

there's an impertinent fellow,

lost on the verge of staring up at Mrs. Hunter.

Really?

A friend of Mrs. Hunter said that.

I know no one in these parts, sir.

Tell me,

a very important thing.

Prime to turn around and wave them away,

like this.

Surely it will be better to take new notice.

No.

No, we should have him right here always.

Exactly.

A kindly turn around Mrs. Hunter

and motion him to go away.

Did he well?

Is that all you have to tell us,

Mr. Hunter?

Or Mr. Holmes to hunt?

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I have noticed that one wing of the copper beaches

appears to be quite uninhabited.

Oh.

When I saw Toler come from there yesterday,

and to get to take the key out of the partition door,

I slipped in and quit care enough.

I found a little passage with three doors in the line.

Two of them were open.

The central one was closed,

and filled with an iron bar and padlock.

My nerves failed me suddenly.

I turned and ran.

Stressed into the arms of Mr. Rooker.

So it was you then?

Well, I'm still frightened.

And what has frightened you, my dear young lady?

It's so briefly stealing there.

It's so lonely and eerily.

Only that?

Why?

What do you mean?

Why do you imagine I locked the door to this wing?

What?

I'm sure I don't know that.

It's to keep out people who have no business here.

Do you see now?

Oh, what?

I'm sure if I have no knowledge.

Well then, you know now.

And if you ever put your foot over that threshold again,

I'll throw you to the last if.

Remember that, Miss?

After that, I suppose I could have fled the house.

But I must consist.

My curiosity remains as strong as my feelings.

By the time I've sent you a wire next to home,

I felt much easier.

I had no difficulty getting leads to come here this morning,

but I must get that by three.

Mr. and Mrs. Rookersel are going on a visit early this evening,

and I have to look after the child.

That is well.

What about Connor and his wife?

I heard his wife telling Mrs. Rookersel

that he's bouncing self into incapability.

She can do nothing with him.

Yes.

Now, is this a cell over the good, strong love?

Yes.

The wife, Ella.

Do you think you could perform one more feat?

I will try.

Dr. Watson and I will be at the couple of each's

by seven o'clock.

The Rookersel's will be out by then?

Yes.

Yes.

The toddler should still be in cable board.

Now, the only remains Mrs. Taller.

If you could send her into the cellar and some errand

and then turn the key on her,

you would facilitate that as immensely.

I will do it.

Excellent.

Watson?

Yes, her.

I trust you have your revolver.

There's only one feasible explanation for this business

and it's clear that her dealing with a very coming male.

Better well than this, Hunter.

We shall meet you at the couple of each's at seven o'clock.

Have you managed it?

Yes.

That Mrs. Taller is something to be let out.

Taller is so annoying on the kitchen.

Here are his keys.

Well done.

Now, lead the way and we shall soon see the end of this black business.

This is the last one.

Now, one of these keys must have been locked.

No sound inside.

I trust they're not too late.

Ah, this is the one.

No one here.

Rue castle is justness from his intentions

and carries his victim off.

How?

Through that skyline.

We consume quite a high humidity.

Yes.

Yes, I can just see the end of the ladder.

It's these.

Why should he?

I tell you, he's a clever dangerous man.

Holmes, someone's coming.

Watson, have your pistol ready?

Sir, I've got you.

Have I?

Kill him.

Where's your daughter?

It is for me to ask you that, you thieves.

Spies and thieves.

Are you?

I don't have my power.

I'll serve you.

He comes for the dog.

I am a rubber.

Good that he gets downstairs and goes for the dog.

Great.

It's got him.

Quickly, Watson.

Go in and finish that proof.

Bye.

Come in, Watson.

Well, Rue castle will live, but in red.

Let us hear what Mrs. Tuller has to tell us.

It's clear to me that she knows more about this matter than anyone else.

I've done so before now, but I've got out of that cellar.

Oh, Mrs. Tuller, I didn't know what you was planning.

I told you you were waiting your time.

But how could I know?

Mrs. Tuller, let us hear it.

There are several points on which I must confess I'm still in the dark.

Well, she was never happy at home, wasn't she, Sally?

After he married again.

You will refer to Rue castle daughter?

Yes, sir.

She wasn't happy.

But things never got real bad for her, till she took up with Mr. Fowler.

Mr. Fowler?

Mrs. Tuller is gentleman.

She met the friend Tuller.

And Rue castle objected to the association.

Well, it wasn't just that, sir.

You see, Mrs. Sally had a lot of money of her own.

By her mother's will.

And I seem to be a chance for her husband coming forward.

Mr. Rue castle wants her to sign a paper, giving him control of the money,

whether she married or not.

When she wouldn't, he'd get at her so much that she talked about running away.

Oh, then I think I can deduce all that remains.

Rue castle, I presume, took to this system of imprisonment.

Yes, sir.

Do you mean that Alice never went to Philadelphia?

But Mr. Rue castle kept her laptop in that room.

Yes, and had the ingenious idea of bringing you down from London to a personaker.

To give the watching Mr. Fowler the impression that she no longer wished to encourage her.

The laughter on these occasions was to convey the appearance that she remained in good spirit

and was under their compulsion of restraint.

But then, where is Alice now?

I presume, Mr. Fowler, being as fuss of bearing as a good seam

and should be succeeded by certain arguments in convincing that lady

that I interest for the same as he is.

Mr. Fowler was a very conspicuous, we-handed gentleman.

Precisely.

And in this way, he managed that your good men should have no more to drink,

and that the lader should be ready at the moment for your master's donors.

He suspected something and came back.

Like us, he was too late for his daughter.

Oh, what's wrong?

Then this hunter here comes a lady.

I presume it to be Mrs. Rookasson.

Our Lucas stand by now is rather a questionable one.

I think we'd better make our way back to Winchester

and say goodbye to the Copper Beaches forever.

The case of the Copper Beaches was one of the stories of Sherlock Holmes

by the Arthur Conan Doyle.

My name is Norman Shelley.

My friend Carlton Hobbs played Sherlock Holmes,

and I was Dr. Watson.

The script for this BBC production from London was by Michael Hartley.

I look forward to the pleasure of your company again soon,

for more of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

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