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From London, we present The Mazarin Stone by Michael Hardwick,

based on the short story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

The Mazarin Stone.

It was pleasant to find myself once more

in the untidy room on the first floor of number 221 B. Baker Street,

which had been the starting point of so many remarkable adventures.

I look round where the scientific charts upon the wall,

the acid-chard-bench of chemicals, the violin case,

DNA in the corner, the curl-scuttle, which contained,

as of a whole, the pipes and the back up.

Finally, my eyes came round to the fresh and smiling face of bidet.

The young but very wise and tactful page,

who had helped to fill up the gap of loneliness and isolation,

which surrounded the satanine figure of the great detective,

now that I was married again and living in bedding room.

It all seems very unchanged, Billy.

You will change either.

I hope the same can be said of him.

I think he's in bed and asleep, Dr. Watson.

And it's set in a talk of a lovely summer evening.

That means the case that's about us.

Yes, there is very odd at it just now.

I'm frightened for his health.

It gets paler and thinner and he eats nothing.

When you'd be pleased to die, Mr. Oves,

I owe Mrs. Adtsunarskiin.

730 the day after tomorrow, he told her.

Can you know his way when he's keen on the case, sir?

Yes, Billy, I know.

He's following someone I can tell you that.

Yesterday, he was out as a workman looking for a job.

Today, he was an old woman.

I'm fairly took me in, he did.

And I want to know his ways by now.

This old parasol there against the sofa.

That's part of the woman's outfit.

You know what is all about?

It's this case of the crown diamond.

What? The 100,000 pound birds are there?

Yes, they must get it back.

Oh, we had the prime minister and the own secretary

both sitting on that very sofa.

Well, Mr. Oves was very nice to them.

He's input them at their reason, promised he'd do all we could.

Then there's Lord Campbell, me.

But I can't stand this, Lord.

No, no, I can't, Mr. Oves, sir.

You see, he do believe him, Mr. Oves,

and he was against employing him.

He'd rather he fail.

Well, we hope he won't fail, and the Lord Campbell

now will be confunded.

I see, Billy, what's that curtain for across the window?

Oh, Mr. Oves had it put there three days ago.

Oh, we've got something funny behind it.

Something funny?

Yeah, you can see it, sir.

Let's listen to the perfect replica of Sherlock Holmes,

old dressing gun and all.

You see how the head can move about?

Well, we put it at different angles,

say there'll be more lifeline.

I wouldn't dare take it if the blind went down, right?

But where is that?

You can see this from right across the way.

Yes, we use some of you as all ones before, you know.

Oh, well, that must have been before my time, sir.

There are folk who watch for over younger.

Well, I can see a fire now.

Can we have a peek for the curtains?

That will do, Billy.

You were in danger of your life, then, my boy.

And I can't do without you just yet.

Oh, oh, oh.

My dear Watson, it's good to see you in your own quarters

once again.

You come at a critical moment.

No, I gather.

You can go, Billy.

Here's the switch.

That boy is a problem, Watson.

How far am I justified in allowing him to be in danger?

Danger of what, Holmes?

Of sudden death.

I'm expecting something to see me.

I'm expecting what?

To be murdered, Watson.

Oh.

But oh, come, come, Holmes, you're joking.

Even my limited sense of humor could evolve a better joke

than death.

But we may be comfortable in the meantime, maybe not?

Is alcohol permitted?

Of course.

The gasoline and the gas are the oil, please.

Now, let me see you once more in the customary unchecked.

Oh, thank you.

That's fine.

Here you are, Watson.

Thank you.

Now then, you're a very good health, my dear fellow.

And you're too, my dear, Holmes.

You have not, I hope, learned to despise my pipe

and my lamentable tobacco.

It is necessary to take the place of food these days,

but why not each?

Because the tobacco is become refined when you start them.

By surely as a doctor, my dear, Watson,

you must admit that what your digestion gains

in the way of blood supply so much lost to the brain,

I am a brain, Watson.

The rest of me is a mere appendix.

Therefore, it is the brain I must consider.

It's with this danger, Holmes.

Ah, yes.

In case it should come off, it would perhaps be

as well that you should burn your memory

with the name and the rest of the murderer.

You couldn't give it to Scotland Yard

with my love and the potting blessing.

Silvia system aims, come to the Greta's Silvia's.

Or write it down, then write it down.

One, three, six, more side gardens, NW.

More side gardens in it.

Got it, yes.

Holmes, I've nothing to do for there, too.

You can count on me.

Your models don't improve, Watson.

You've added fibbing to your other vices.

You bear every sign of a busy medical man

with calls on in every hour.

Not such in bone ones, but can't you have this fellow arrested?

Yes, I could.

That's what what is inside.

Why don't you?

Because I don't know where the diamond is.

Ah, it's really so me, the missing ground yours.

Yes, a great yellow measuring stone.

I've cost my met and I have my fish,

but I've not got the stone.

What's the use of taking them?

Oh, we can make the world a better place by laying them by the heels,

but that's not what I'm out for.

It's for stone, I want.

And is this kind of Silvia's one of your fish?

Yes, but he's a shark.

He bites, ooh.

The other is Sam, the boxer.

Not a bad fellow, Sam, but the car's as he was then.

He's a great big silly bullheaded garden,

but he's flopping about in my net all the same.

But where is this kind of Silvia's?

I've been at his very elbow all the morning.

You've seen me as an old lady, wasn't it?

Oh, yes, indeed.

I was never more convincing.

He actually picked up my parasol for me once.

By a year leave of my down, said he.

A half a thousand, you heard.

All the sudden graces of man are when he's in the mood.

But he's a devil in cunts in the other mood.

Like this full of whimsical happenings, what's he?

It might have been tragedy.

Well, perhaps it might.

I followed him to Oles, Tarbonday's workshop in the minorades.

Tarbonday made the air gun a very pretty bit of work.

And I rather sense it's in the opposite window

at the present moment.

Billy showed you the dummy.

Well, it may get a bullet through its beautiful head

at any moment.

Mr. Oles, huh?

Oh, Billy, what is it?

There's a gentleman to see you, Sam.

He's his god.

I think you.

Oh, the man himself.

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I hardly expected this.

Gross, the nettle Watson.

A man of birth.

Possibly you've heard of his reputation as a shooter of big gay.

Oh, of course.

Yeah, if there be a fly-humps and then begin deep to his ex to the sporting record that he

had in need of his bag.

This is a proof that he feels my toe very close to his ear.

I'll send for the police.

I probably shall, but not just yet.

Would you glance carefully out of the window, Watson?

And see if anyone is hanging about in the street?

That's more.

Oh, yes.

There's one rust below the door.

That will be Sam Burton.

The faithful will rather fetch you a Sam.

Where is the gentleman, Billy?

In a washing room, sir.

Show him up when I read.

Yes, sir.

If I'm not in the room, show him in all the same.

Very good, sir.

Now, look here, Holmes.

This is simply impossible.

This is a desperate man who sticks at nothing.

You tell me, believe, he may have come to murder you.

I shouldn't be surprised.

Then I insist on saying, will you?

You'd be horribly in the way.

His way?

No, my dear fellow.

In my way.

Well, be that as it may.

I can't possibly leave you.

Yes, you can, Watson.

And you will.

For you've never failed to play the game.

I'm sure you will play to the end.

Of course.

This man has come for his own purpose, but he may stay for mine.

Now then, take this note.

Have it.

Yes.

Take a cab to Scotland Yard and get this to Yard of the CID.

Come back to the police.

The film is a restful call.

Oh, I'll do it.

Enjoy it.

Before you return, I may have just time enough to find out where the story is.

Now, then I'll just bring for the lady to show him up.

And I think you'll go out through the bedroom.

Oh, yes.

This second exit is exceedingly useful, you know.

I'd rather want to see my shot without it seeing me.

And I have, as you remember, my own way of doing.

Oh, yes.

The effigy home shouldn't be cut and be drawn over to you.

No, no, no, no.

We'll leave it as it is.

Oh, perhaps just a touch to this splendid head.

A little forward on the chest as though it was somewhere in the middle of 40 reeks.

There.

Now then, come along.

Oh, I only hope you'll know what you're doing, I thought.

Anya, please.

Ah.

Homes himself.

Addison.

How very caught me.

Don't break it.

Don't break.

What?

Homes.

It's pretty little things, isn't it?

Taverne, the French modeller made it.

He's as good at wax works as your friend's thousand days at the air gun.

Air gun, sir?

What do you mean?

Oh, put your head and stick on the side table before you're tempted to do any other form of damage.

Very well.

Thank you.

And then you take a seat.

Oh, would you care to put your revolver out also?

Very well, if you prefer to sit on it.

Your visit is really most opportune, can't you?

Yes, I want it dead.

I have a few minutes to chat with you.

And I too wish to have some words with you, Homes.

That's why I am here.

I won't deny that I intended to assault you just now.

I'd rather gather that you had some idea of assault in your head.

But why these personal attention?

Because you have gone out of your way to annoy me.

Because you have put your creatures upon my track.

My creatures.

I assure you.

But nonsense.

I have had them followed.

Two can play at that game, Homes.

It's a small point, can't you?

But perhaps you can.

It'd be my prefix when you address me.

You can understand that with my routine of work,

I should find myself unfamiliar terms of up for robes, gallery.

And you will agree that exceptions are indignant.

Mr Homes, sir?

Excellent.

But I assure you that you're mistaken about my alleged agent.

Other people can observe as well as you.

Yesterday there was a known spotting man.

Today it was an elderly woman.

They helped me in view all day.

Really, sir, you complimented me.

O Baron Dawson said the night before he was hanged,

that in my case what the law had gained, the stage had lost.

And now you give my little impersonations your kinds of praise.

It was you.

You, you're saying?

You can see in the corner the parasol,

which you so politely handed to me in the memory,

before you began to suspect.

What you say now only makes that as worse.

It was not your agents,

but your clear acting busybody self.

You admit that you have done.

Why?

From now comes.

You used to shoot lions in Algeria.

Well?

But why?

Why?

Who, the sport, the excitement of danger?

And no doubt to feed the country from a test?

Exactly.

My reasons in the nutshell.

Or that's it.

Sit down, sir.

Sit down and take the hand away from your hip pocket.

Thank you.

There was another more practical reason I want that yellow diamond there.

You knew that I was after you for that.

The real reason why you're here tonight is to find out how much I know about the matter

and how far my removal is absolutely essential.

Well, I should say that from your point of view, it is absolutely essential.

But I know all about it.

Save only one thing.

Which you are about to tell me.

Oh indeed.

And pray what is this missing fact?

Where the Clon diamond is now.

You want to know what do you?

How the devil should I be able to tell you where it is?

You can and you will.

Indeed.

You can't block me, can't self you.

You are absolute faithless.

I see to the very back of your mind.

Then of course you see why the diamond is.

But then you do know you have admitted.

I admit nothing.

Now can't.

If you will be reasonable, we can do business.

If not, you will get hurt.

And you will talk about blood.

Do you know what I keep in this book?

No sir, I do not.

You.

Me.

Yes sir.

You.

You are all here.

Every action of your violent dangerous life.

Can your homes.

There are limits to my history.

It's all here cut.

The real taxes to the death of O. Mrs. Harold,

who left you the blind man's stake,

which you so readily gambled away.

Oh you're dreaming.

And the complete life history of Miss Millie Warranton.

Yeah, you will make nothing of that.

Twenty more here cut.

Here is the robbery in the front and looks to the Rudiera,

on February 13, 1892.

Here is the forged check in the same year on the Kledilioni.

What is all this thought to do with the jurid you spoke about?

Gently can't restrain that eager mind.

Let me get to the points in my own hundred-and-fession.

I have all this against you, but above all,

I have a clear case against both you and your fighting bully

in the case of the Crown downed.

Indian?

I have the cadmen who took you to White Hall

and the cadmen who brought you away.

I have the commissioner who saw you near the case.

I have I.K. Saunders, who refused to cut it up for you.

I.K. has speech and the games are huge.

That's the hand I play for.

I posit all upon the table, but one card is missing.

It's the King of Diamonds.

I don't know where the stone is.

And you never shall know.

No?

Now be reasonable, Kant.

Consider the situation.

You are going to be locked up for twenty years.

Sir, is that not?

What good are you going to get out of your diamond?

None in the world.

But if you hand it over, well,

I'll compound a felony.

We don't want you lost.

And we want the stone.

Get back up.

And so far as I'm concerned, you can go free

so long as you behave yourself in the future.

If you make another slip, well, it'll be the last.

But this time, my commission is to get the stone, not you.

And if I refuse?

By then, alas.

It must be you and not the stone.

Did you bring this around?

Yes, Billy.

I think Kant that it would be as well

to have your friend Sam at this conference

after all his interest should be represented.

At Billy, you will see a large and ugly gentleman outside the front door

asking to come up.

Very good, sir.

And what do you intend to do now?

My friend Dr. Waxu was with me just now.

I told him that I had a sharp and a gudge in my neck.

Now I am drawing in it.

And up they come together.

Oh, it's no use fingering your revolver behind your back, my friend.

Even if I gave you time to draw it, you know perfectly well you dare not use it.

Nasty, noisy things revolver.

That's a stick to air gun.

I think I hear the theory footsteps of your estimable partner.

Good day, Mr. Martin.

You are the dull in the streets.

Is it not?

What's the guy now, Kant?

Just shut the door, please.

Oh, thank you.

What do you spell the one, Kant?

What's up?

If I may put it in a nutshell, Mr. Martin,

I should say it was all up there.

What?

Now, look here, Kant, sir.

This I'm a busy man, and I can't face time.

I am going into that bedroom.

Bring me to yourself twice as hard in my actions.

You can explain to your friend how the knife lies

without the restraint of my presence.

I shall try over the Huffman bathroom on my violin.

In five minutes, I shall return for your final answer.

You quite grasp the alternative to you not.

Shall we take you?

Or shall we have the stern?

Of Manu, who said shit on about,

Oh, shut up, Sam.

Let me think.

If it's trouble, why didn't you plug him?

Yeah, you're a fool, Sam.

Anyone but you could have seen he was holding a revolver

in his dressing gun pocket.

Oh.

Yeah.

Because he know about his stuff.

You know the damn sight too much about it.

And I'm not sure he doesn't know all about it.

Cool.

I can stand this as split as.

Oh.

The edge, I see.

How do we've done off the company?

A voice going for it.

No, that won't help as much.

We've got to make up our minds what to do.

We offer hope.

He's a leery coag that won in there.

He wants watching.

You suppose he's listening?

How can he be listening while he's playing that thing?

Ah, that's right.

Yeah.

Oh, what is it now?

Might be somebody's behind the curtain.

There's too many curtains in this room.

I saw it at the Tonya dummy.

A fight?

Well, frighten me.

Why do you two saw nothing?

You should have lived in.

I've been going in all over them curtains.

How can I find curtains?

We're wasting our time and there's not too much of it.

Now, he can lag us over the stock.

There everything can.

He's offered to let us sit.

If we only tell him where the swag is.

What?

Give it up.

Give out our only bars and quit.

It's one or the other.

He's alone in there.

Next to me, mate, once he's locked out, we'd none eat a fear of it.

If we shot him, he could hardly get away in a place like this.

Oh, decided, likely enough, that the police know whatever evidence he had got.

What you work out?

Nothing.

Just a noise in the streets.

No, it's okay, I got it.

You've got the brains. You'll think of a way out of me, sorry.

It's sluggish, no use.

Don't eat up to you.

I've fooled better men than holes.

The storm is here in my secret pocket.

I take no chances leaving the boat.

It can be out of England tonight and cut into four pieces in Amsterdam before Sunday.

As he knows nothing of Van Cedda.

I thought you said Van Cedda was going next week?

He was, but now he must get off by the next boat.

One of us must slip round with the storm to Lime Street and tell him.

But the force, what am I really here?

I only must take it as it is and chance it.

It's not a moment to lose.

As to Holmes, we can fool him easily enough.

I'll kill him the stones in Liverpool.

Oh, come found that whining music.

Get him my nerves.

Come back here on the line of the keyhole.

Yes, the storm.

What the hell are you, dear Kerry?

Where the heck did I keep it safer?

If we could take it out of White Hall,

someone else would easily take it out of my logic.

Oh, out of Japan, what are you saying?

You counted to be safe with me.

But that was our work.

Well, in that chair, I'm really out of go.

Where?

Your surprise is very natural.

You are not aware, of course, that the second off

in my bedroom leads behind that curtain,

which was worrying you so much, Mr. Murr.

Oh, Mr. Murr.

I think you must have heard me as I stepped into Vadanish air,

but not come a passing cab with all my size.

So that was it.

They gave me a chance of listening to your racy conversation,

which would have been painfully constrained

had you been aware of my question.

Had you no violence, gentlemen, no violence, I'd take of you.

Consider the furniture.

It must be very clear to you that your position

isn't impossible, one.

The police are waiting below.

Oh, no.

All right.

They give you best forms.

I believe you are a devil.

He says not far from him at any way.

Well, fear come.

Yeah.

The blooming fritter.

The tiny shelf.

Tell me.

You're right.

Well, let it play.

The modern gramophone is a remarkable invention.

Gramophone.

Sure.

In here, Officer,

we've been waiting to get you and you to serve

to take your hands off him, my man.

Not like that.

Where's the gramophone?

Your cat from here is here, sir.

Oh, show his logic up, Billy,

while I switch off the gramophone.

Yes, sir.

Oh, my dear, help.

Sir, I'll save after all.

Yes.

And I see you have camped for me, Adam.

Yes, sir.

What?

Shall we make his logic undead eat?

Oh, please.

There, we venture upon a strike livid world.

Will you stop this by your logic?

Lord, camped for me.

Where's my logic going on here, Officer Holmes?

Constable, follow all over the face.

How'd you do, Lord, camped for me?

It's chilly for the time of year,

but rather warm indoors.

Watson may help me with his logic here.

No, thank you.

I will not take it off.

Okay, allow me.

I send up to Watson with a show

you that these changes of temperature must insidient.

Am I not right?

No, certainly.

Let me show you.

I'm quite comfortable as I am, sir.

I have no need to stay.

I'm simply looking to know

how your self-appointed task is progressing.

Ah, it is difficult.

Very difficult.

Ah, I fear you would find yourself.

Every man finds his limitations with Holmes.

But the police did care also

of the weakness of self-satisfaction.

Yes, sir.

I admit I have been much perplexed.

No doubt.

Especially upon one point.

Possibly you could help me upon it.

You are right for my advice or the least in the day.

I thought you had your very most sufficient message.

So, I am ready to help you.

Your logic is most obliging.

You see, we can no doubt frame a case against the actual theme

when you have caught on.

Exactly.

But the question is, how shall we proceed against the receiver?

Receiver?

Is this not rather premature?

It is as well to have our pens ready.

Now, what would you regard as final evidence against the receiver?

The actual possession of a stone.

You would arrest him upon that?

Most done, Dr. Therke.

In that case, my dear sir.

I shall be under the pen for necessity of advising your arrest.

Mr. Rotens, you take a great liberty.

In 50 years of official life, I cast a course at a case.

I am a busy man's hub, engaged upon important affairs.

And I have no time or case for foolish jokes.

I may tell you, sir, that I have never been a believer in your powers

and that I have always been of the opinion of the matter

was far safer than the hands of a regular police force.

Your conduct confirms all my conclusions.

The other sir, do we should go leave me?

A one now and a half.

Actually, to go after the matter,

instead would be a more serious offense than to defend

in temporary possession of it.

So this is intolerable.

Let me pass such a hand in the right hand pocket of your overcoat.

What do you mean, sir?

Come, come, do what I ask.

I ask.

I ask.

I ask.

Well, if it will make a land of a soror, I ask.

Can't the mess of in stone crash ever?

Too bad of me, Lord Canterdale.

Too bad.

My old friend here will tell you that I have an impish habit

of practical jerky.

Also, that I can never resist a dramatic situation.

I took the liberty, the very great liberty I admit,

of putting the stone into your pocket at the beginning of our interview.

Sir, I...

I am too wilted.

But yes, it is indeed a measuring stone.

Mr. Holmes, we are greatly auditors.

The sense of humor may be, as you would bet,

somewhat perverted, and its exhibition of mockery and thunder,

remarkably, but at least I will draw any reflection I have made

upon your amazing professional powers.

Oh, why?

The details can wait.

There, Dr. Canterdale, your pleasure in telling of this successful result

in the exalted circle to which you return will be some small attenement

for my practical joke.

And now, of course, you have your overcoat.

Yes, yes.

And I apologize again, Mr. Holmes.

Once more, then, good evening.

Thank you, sir, good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Oh, well, he's an excellent loyal person,

but rather the old regime.

And I might ever play touch the bell.

And as above, Mrs. Hudson shall lay dinner or two.

Ah, Holmes!

That was The Mazarin Stone by Michael Hardwick,

based on the short story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock Holmes was played by Carlton Hobbs

and Dr. Watson by Norman Shelley.

Production for the BBC was by Robin Mitchell.

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