Sherlock Holmes - The Night Before Christmas

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Come in, come in, come in.

Oh there you are Mr. Buckle.

Oh stay Dr. I can see you're going to have yourself quite a Christmas.

Big tree in the corner with colored lights on it.

Where do you get those?

Table covered with presents. You must be mighty popular.

Oh yeah, it's all for me my boy. You see I have here Christmas party tomorrow for my house keepers little nieces.

Oh I'm going to dress up as Santa Claus for me.

Well I'm sure you look very convincing in the park.

Oh by the way Dr. I brush a little present.

Oh there it is. I hope you like it.

Oh Mr. Buckle, I got one for you too.

You must have known it until tomorrow. Here I'm a boy.

Thanks a lot Dr. and now how's about tonight's story.

Last week you told us you'd chosen an adventure with a lot of Christmasy apples.

My story begins on another Christmas Eve.

Many may years ago.

The exact in 1886.

The time the adventure occurred.

I must confess I didn't quite understand what was going on myself.

In fact I never did quite make head of tail to it until home to pity on me later.

Explain the whole thing.

But I shall try to confuse you Mr. Buckle.

I'll tell you the story exactly as it happens.

Right you are Dr. let's go.

On that Christmas Eve in 1886.

I was standing in our Baker Street rooms.

First in the costume of the Santa Claus.

Homes is long, thin, fingers pressed together.

Lay back in an armchair and gaze at mequisically.

While our housekeeper Mrs. Hudson stood by the door and...

I'll tell what to you make a grand Santa Claus.

That means Mrs. Hudson.

I'm not the beard on what's known to happen.

Constable.

How old is it look?

You look just like the old man on the Christmas card doctor.

It really becomes you.

Do you drink with the eyes, the ready complexion and the...

The appropriate gift.

Well I shame we can't obtain some snow on a sleigh and reindeer for you.

However I'm sure Mrs. Hudson's niece is.

We'll be very much impressed.

And it's very kind of you, Dr. Hudson, to come over to that house with me.

The father in the hospital in my sister is his bedside.

It would have been a very miserable Christmas without you.

I enjoy myself but I think I'll take this theater for me to get there.

That's it.

Are you ready to leave Mrs. Hudson?

I am.

Will I get a cab?

How far do we have to go?

Oh, Lexington Gardens, number 28.

It's just off the edge we have looked up to.

I'm a very in mind my costume.

I suppose we'd better take a cab.

I said I'll get one.

What are you going to do with yourself?

I hate leaving you alone on Christmas Eve.

Oh, nobody, old chap.

I shall spend a profitable evening writing on my new monograph.

Oh, what just went above.

An analysis of teeth marks on pipe stems,

with particular regard to indicated character.

Oh, good. It's very exciting.

Well, I was forgetting.

Don't forget to stack up presents over them.

Good stuff. No, no, no.

When you come to description,

you'll find that I have the liberty of adding a few trinkets on my own behalf.

Oh, that's very thoughtful of you.

Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

But there's a gentleman to see you.

Say, he's an old friend of yours.

Here's his cab, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, it's all but he can splendid.

Ask him to come up, Mrs. Hudson.

Oh, sure.

And I hope your party has a great success, Mrs. Hudson.

Thank you, sir.

Are you sure you don't want him to see?

No, that you have a visitor.

No, no, no, no.

Indeed, no, Mrs. Hudson.

I can show the gentleman out myself.

If you go off into a good time.

Thank you, sir.

I wonder what Lord William wants.

That's how he should stay.

Oh, no, please, my dear fellow.

Certainly not.

Yeah, you'll find more important what to do.

What he can probably be.

Once he's revenge of chess.

Or something equally innocuous.

Off with you, my dear fellow.

And enjoy yourself.

A little bit of gold.

Just to say, my wish you were coming with me.

I'll see you later.

Nice of you there.

Come on up.

Where'd he come?

Hello.

He's been watching.

You made a very convincing sound.

Of course.

Are you leaving?

I've heard of Fred so long ago.

Good night, then.

Good night, good night.

How are you home?

All alone on Christmas Eve.

Hey.

Yeah, it's really good.

I'm glad you came over to see me.

What's it to be?

An evening of chess?

Or have you one earthed some recent pressure

of medieval pottery that we can discuss?

Neither home.

I've come to you in your professional capacity.

I need help.

Oh, God.

I know where to come.

Don't tell me that after all these years

of quiet friendship, you're going to become a clown?

I'm afraid so, Holmes.

Though I doubted my problem.

Your problem will interest you very much.

It's hardly up to your rather colorful standards.

Do you care for us to go?

Oh, thanks.

No.

No idea where to come?

What's your trouble?

Well.

And I decided this year to have a little Christmas party

at my townhouse.

I'm quite comfortably office-known.

To me, if I have several relatives and friends,

who are not as well old?

I'm having a party for them tonight, Holmes.

And I hope to attend it.

This guy's just a Santa Claus.

I do, fellow.

I've adopted many of these guys as my time.

It's rather Christmas.

There's never been one of them.

Why do you want me to attend your party

and those guys in any case?

Who's ashamed of your friendship?

A private detective?

Or do you consider my features more acceptable

when buried beneath the depths of a snowy beard?

No, my dear Holmes.

You take me seriously.

I'm not joking.

Sure, of course.

Not, of course not.

You want me to attend your party into this guy's?

Why?

I'm doing some very valuable presents.

Diamonds and Onyx, cufflinks, platinum and ruby earrings,

and then such like.

And I've read each of the presents in banknotes.

Do you have me?

Well, aren't these presents now?

In the sack.

In charge of my particular.

I was going to dress up as Santa Claus

and give him out myself.

Until I got the warning letter.

That's why I have come to you.

Warning letter, eh?

Yes.

I received it by this evening's post.

Listen to this.

My dear Lord Witticom,

your generosity with Christmas presents

borders on ostentation.

We do not approve.

Now that we receive 5,000 pounds and softens

at post-wrestth on box 379 by 6 o'clock on Christmas Eve,

or I'm afraid the Christmas party will be conspicuous

by its absence of presents.

I see that, nobody can we know?

Yes, here we are.

Thanks.

Plain paper.

Come on from a penny notebook.

Writing is obviously just guys, isn't it?

My George, yes.

Witticom, I accept the case.

I'll come with you to your party at once.

And furthermore, I shall follow your suggestion regarding

a disguise.

Dressed as Santa Claus, I shall be less likely to attract suspicion.

Hand-delighted homes.

But what made you decide so suddenly?

This writing, my dear fellow.

This writing.

Oh, it's in a false hand.

I know that characteristic M in my dear Witticom.

I've seen it too often at the beginning of a signature.

Moriati.

Moriati.

Who's he?

Oh, one of the cleverest and most unscrupulous criminals

in England.

Witticom, there's no time to be lost.

Let me see now.

6.30.

Half an hour down the deadline, giving you in the slather.

We must go to your house once.

This is as far as the cab can take us, Doctor.

Here, our cabit is five shillings for you, isn't it?

Merry Christmas.

Oh, bless you.

Don't let anybody Christmas you too.

But you said you wanted to get into the house through the back way,

so that you could surprise the children.

Yes, I thought I'd come down the kitchen to you.

Or you can get to the back of the house,

but going up the alley here.

I'll go in the slather.

Spend him.

Spend him.

Well, you can get to the back of the house,

but going up the alley here.

I'll go in the slather.

028.

It's the third one down the alley, Doctor.

All of the back window opened on no time,

and you can slip in without any of the bienescene.

Well, gloomy little streeters.

Well, let's say,

oh, well.

Where's the music coming from?

Oh, it's from the temple across the seek, Doctor.

The disciples of the octagonal square, they call themselves.

What an earth disperse, that means.

Oh, it's a newfangled cut.

Heathen's most likely.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm not the only one who calls abroad tonight.

Look at that f***er across the street, Ola.

Oh, did I suggest that your self-doctor and Karri in a sack?

Oh, he's running up the steps to the temple.

It's Karri. He slipped on the ice.

Oh, what a sorry worst.

Here, here, my man.

Oh, be careful, no doctor.

Do not slip for yourself.

Here, Ola, give me your hand.

Thank you, sir.

Silly of me, what's in it?

We sent the clauses, have to help each other.

Up, you come.

That's it.

Oh, Rachel.

You don't, I told you to be careful.

Now you've fallen too.

Oh, it's just a funded red coat of money.

Give me up.

No, no, no, no.

What do I think?

How about you, sir?

Well, I'm all right, thanks.

Silly of me to run, what's in it?

Here's your sex, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Good night, and Merry Christmas.

Uh, what kind of thing do you listen to?

Oh, you went into the temple.

That's the disciple of that tagual square.

You're sure you know how to do it?

No, no, of course not, Mrs. Hudson.

Give me my sex, please.

Thank you.

Your sister's house is the third one down this other way, is it?

I'll hurry and know in the back window.

And this I'll be waiting for you, Mrs. Hudson.

It's very rather fun.

Shame homes isn't with us.

Oh, well, they're happier.

I think a good game of chess was all welcome.

This is my house, homes, number 39.

I don't know, I'm from St. Square, right?

And dear old Watson, it's just around the corner

in Lexington Gardens, and has no idea

that I've left the biggest place.

Here you are, Caddy.

Thank you, sir.

Of Merry Christmas, eh?

Uh-huh.

Isn't that?

Tell us, singers.

Yes, we'll probably have our fill of them

before this evening's over.

What evening, my lord.

Have the guests arrived?

Most of them, sir.

They're in the library.

You brought another Santa Claus with you.

I see Milan.

Another Santa Claus?

What do you mean?

The gentleman arrived three quarters of an hour ago, sir.

The rest of the Santa Claus.

I took him to your study, and showed him the second person.

Confirm it.

He's got to get the forest.

Where's the study?

This way?

I hope I didn't do wrong, Milan.

You told me that the gentleman dressed

the Santa Claus would be coming here.

Me?

The gentleman appears to have gone?

Yes.

From the site containing the persons with him.

But he can't have left house, Milan.

I've been watching the front door.

Yes, and while you were doing that, you slipped out

to the window here.

It catches, and...

Andreve, describe this man.

I can't tell you much about his appearance.

I'm afraid, sir.

He was dressed to Santa Claus, just like yourself.

But I didn't notice one thing about him, sir.

What was that?

He'd list, sir.

It was quite pronounced.

Of course.

Louverlisper.

Oh, yes, Louverlisper.

A lot of Moriartis must touch the compasses.

Fortunately, though, I've had newsmen later

through my underworld grapevine.

You know where he lives?

He's reputed of some connections

with a new cut that calls themselves

the disciples of the Octagonal Square.

The headquarters are just around corner from here.

Let's go there, of course.

And, Andreve.

Yes, sir.

Get a message, just cut and yard as fast as you can.

Ask for inspectors to start.

Until him.

Join me at the temple of the Octagonal Square

in Lexington Gardens as soon as possible.

Oh, the children are also excited, Doctor.

I told them he just came down to be.

Ah, so the dead are on them.

And they're all going to them.

Oh, well.

Will I announce you do?

Yes, sir.

Please, will you help me?

All right, sir.

No children, quiet.

Santa Claus has come to see you.

And he's brought your old present.

Hello, hello, Julie.

Hello, Julie.

Hello, Julie.

Hello, Julie.

Happy birthday.

And she's brought your own presents.

Hello, hello, madam.

Hello, madam.

My name's Jesse.

Did you bring me a present?

No, I didn't.

I didn't say I look in my second minute.

And what's your name, young man?

Everett, they told me, Bertie.

Did you come down the chimney?

Yes, Bertie.

I bet you had a time of doing it.

You're so fast.

Hey, what's your name, Bertie?

Santa Claus will give you your present.

And what's your name, little man?

Maya, though.

I've got a cold.

I think you have a well-tolder and get around me.

And I'll see what presents I got for you.

What do you got for me?

What do you got for me?

What do you got for me?

The first present is for...

Hmm.

I'll be right.

It says for her grace, the dowager, Duchess of Bule.

Oh, do you suppose that her bones has been playing a practical joke and you don't?

I suppose so, but I can't see the point.

So?

But you can say that you added a few trickets of his own.

I want my present.

Then supposing you take this, I'll say.

Thank you.

And this one is marked for the Reverend Arthur Carter.

He would homes it up just...

Here you are, Bertie.

Cool, Sam.

And this is for you, Harold, because you've been a good little boy.

This is a very big visit.

I wanted the door.

Hmm.

I wanted the door for Christmas.

Well, I'll bring you a dog next year, Harold.

Oh, it's a doctor watch.

But yes, it is.

Oh, look at the wrapping on these presents.

Doctor, I got twenty-five notes.

It's cut.

Oh, oh, look what I took.

Well, let me see.

I...

Cuff links.

Damn, it's a lot of pieces.

Well, I'm going to have very much horse-tanker.

I thought it was pretty earring.

Look how they start.

Let me see if I see anything.

It's gracious, I swear.

These are just them and roses.

What in thunder is going on?

Thank you.

I want my earring back.

Give me that mind, too.

Well, well, well, here you are, here you are.

There's a watch.

And a pretty horse has happened.

I don't know, Mrs. Huffson.

That's my toys are still at the bottom of the sack.

I can't understand it.

I wish Holmes were here instead of gozing

in front of our fire in Baker Street.

Where are you, Holmes?

You have at the bed.

This is the only room in the temple

that gives any signs of keeping living.

Our bird has been here, but on the free throne.

If she inspects for the start, we'll get here.

Let's check them out.

Right.

Here's a candle on the table.

Oh, just a sightured.

Good on the bed.

A bedcoat.

And a beard.

Yes, Louis, the lippers, discolidists, discolidists,

isn't gone.

And with him I'm afraid you are valuable.

Just wait a minute.

Here's a sack lying on the floor.

Oh, no, this isn't mine.

Look what's in it.

A toy dog.

Large box of chocolates.

Look at those dogs.

What in thunder?

Well, this is Watson's sack.

But how on earth could Louis the lippers have got all of it?

Somewhere somehow he walks in, must have made an accidental change.

Louis the lippers no doubt trying to track Watson down at this very moment.

He must work fast with him.

Or my friend's wife, and those of Mrs. Hudson and her relatives,

won't be worth our tinkers down.

On the dot that you can't book off your story there.

Oh, yes, I can, but why go on?

I thought we never brought this to it.

The fish was up.

Oh, well, that's something different.

Of course.

Instead of talking about port as I sometimes do,

it'll be night to drink something change.

Hey, I'm a boy and a Merry Christmas to you.

The same to you.

And now, what happened next, doctor?

We left you with the children's Christmas party,

and Sherlock Holmes and Lord Whitwick,

around the corner at the Temple of the Octagonal Square.

Yes, it's about two of us.

So at the time, of course, I had no idea what was going on.

There I was, chiefly handing out gifts worth well,

if not the kings, at least a bell in its ransom.

Well, outside the Temple of the Octagonal Square,

Holmes, Lord Whitwick, and we're talking

to ensure the stride is cut from the earth.

There's the peace in the nutshell of the stride.

Yes, it seems to me, Lord Whitwick,

and you would have been wise there to get in touch with the stride

and the arbony of first got the warning, Luke.

And we could have nabbed him when he came to your house,

pinched the sack of presents.

The stride is no time for first mottens.

We've got to reach Louisville,

for forty finds, doctor Watson.

Is she supposed to be doing that, Holmes?

It wouldn't be difficult.

Louisville is nearly as clever as his master, Professor Mariati.

The chance is now that you were followed

when you came to Baker Street tonight with a gum,

deeply likely that Watson and Mrs. Hudson were followed

as they left it.

Mariati seldom leaves anything to dance.

Well, where did Dr. Watson go tonight?

At Lexington Gardens.

It's around the corner from here.

Where?

The Nisco there at once.

Right now, quarry away.

No, no, no.

I think he's overplayed that global evening.

Well, then how would he try to get in, Mr. Holmes?

Oh, come, I'll just try.

What good for people can enter any house on Christmas Eve

without invitation, without creating suspicion.

Exactly, my dear fellow.

I should be told surprised if at this moment,

Louisville is burned some of his gang,

a scene carols outside 28 Lexington Gardens.

Well, then what are we going to do?

Form a room.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

We're going to have a party.

Well, then what are we going to do?

Form a rival, court or society.

How many have been men to drink with you?

Three.

Sergeant in two constables.

We're in great coats.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

The boy.

Look.

They can hide their helmets and pretend to be singers.

Come on.

Let's go over there.

And while we're walking, we'll rehearse our carols.

We must appear reasonably convincing.

San Jarela Stard, San Jare.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, hey.

Is there a car in front of you, back side?

No, no.

Your machine needs to turn to close due trial.

Oh, that's a hit.

This is it.

Hop on.

Hop on.

All right.

Can you help them on the track?

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Can you help them on the track?

Of course.

They can.

Ask them to come in, Mrs. Hudson.

I'll be right back.

Oh, come on.

Let me get on your bat, too.

Oh, no, no.

Take it easy.

I wanna see your range, do you see it?

I see my range, oh, by the way, stop on the roof.

I'll climb up the stairs.

No, no, no, you must do that, there's sleep.

Oh, here's the cattle singers.

Oh, if you get to the room, there we go.

That's it, now, good evening gentlemen.

Good evening, and Merry Christmas.

Would you like to sing some cattle for the children?

After that, I'm sure you'd like a drop of some of them.

Well, thank you, there, we should like that.

And I, let you before somewhere, my man.

No, sir, I'm sure you'll have it.

Come on, man, let's sing Good King Wentzullet.

Good King Wentzullet, let's look out on a piece of secret.

Well, here we are outside the house, Mr. Owen.

Now walk.

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Louis Berndis men are already there.

How are we going in now?

No, no, no, man.

Come in.

We'll have your functions handy.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, we're ready.

Spend it now, remember.

When we're inside and I yoke, Christmas at the top of my voice,

you bring out your trunctions and get Louis Berndis gang

out of there as quickly as possible.

Don't arrest them until you get them outside again as well.

I don't want to fight mature.

Right, sir, Mr. Holmes, we're ready.

Just give us the word, and we'll go in and...

Oh, that was very nice of you.

And now, how about something to warm you all up?

That won't be necessary, Dr. Watson.

State to the door, Sammy.

Now all of you stay right where you are.

Oh, you.

What is it, your officer?

Please don't be difficult, doctor.

All I want is the jewel out of my sack that you sold for me tonight.

You trying to stop me, I shall have to hurt you.

Why do you talk so funny?

You've got to call like me.

Shut up.

Now, doctor.

Where are the jewels?

Oh, Christophe, there are some more carol fingers out there.

Doctor, if you got a way to do...

No.

Better let them come in.

If we don't, they might get suspicious.

Oh, no.

Fresh enough, get up, too.

Now, no tricks, doctor.

If you try and give an alarm, I shall have to get rough with you.

You know I didn't win about that, but just remember that they're a children prison.

I don't have any.

You already have it for you, right?

What do you say?

We all join a little carol for the nippers, right?

Well, all right.

What do you want to think?

Better off the old angel's thing, eh?

All right, all right.

Come on, man.

Let's sing.

Oh, no, no, no, no, sing.

Glory to the newborn King.

Merry Christmas!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just to watch you, what's happening?

But I'll just do each other with sunshine.

Here, you come to the neighborhood.

They're all going away, they'll make you feel better.

Hey, hey, come back here.

Oh, the animals, you know.

Home!

Home is what in fun is the thing on you.

I'll excite you later for Jack and the Stride.

Catch me, son.

I take them to Scotland, Jordan, for third charges.

I'll be over in a little while.

Give evidence.

Right, you must have.

It's too bad we didn't catch profiss at Moriati, too.

Well, at least we have some of his cohorts.

So, I'll see you later, the stride.

I'm sure I knew what was going on here.

Is Moriati mixed up in this business?

Yes, well, now I'll tell you all about it,

as soon as I've stricken this thing up.

Now, will it come?

Yes, son.

The £20 notes that you use as wrapping.

The gifts seem to be scattered all over the house.

You want me to recover them, too?

No. From what you've told me of the children,

I think their parents deduced the money

much more profitably in my relatives.

In any case, I can replace it.

A very generous Christmas gift.

Well, Jordan, did you enjoy the little game we staged for you?

It wasn't enough, but yes.

I really died to everyone.

They started hitting each other.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, children.

And now I want you to show me the presents you received.

I thought it was pretty yeary.

Oh, they were a part of the game, too.

A nice little girl like you just won silly earrings, you'll see.

Here's a beautiful doll for you.

Cool.

I don't think you have anything.

And what did you get, my little man?

These.

Oh, cuffflinks.

Good gracious.

Oh, cuffflinks when you can have a clockwork train.

Do you want to exchange?

I learned of a duck.

Yes.

Oh, what a doll.

There's one for you, lad.

A nice, nice weird doll.

Oh, cool.

Oh, cool.

That's lovely.

Hey, watch out.

He has a nice big box of chocolates, too.

Get all sheath.

Oh, love him.

One night.

Okay, that is much fun.

Since Granny got a finger stuck in a plug-o.

I still don't understand what's going on.

But I must say,

there's only a box of...

...been a happy Christmas.

Yes, oh, oh.

Mrs. Hudson.

Hi, Mr. Goldie.

How's the...

How's the turkey coming along?

Oh, it's a brandy and a few bits of it, Mr. Goldie.

Brandy.

And while we're waiting,

perhaps the children will oblige

this up to see happen to her, too.

Mrs. I know what you mean.

A Christmas cowl that really sounds convincing.

How about it, children?

Oh, I see.

Come on, I'll see you.

Come on, lad.

Time and night.

Holy night.

Holy night.

Holy night.

Come on, you're working hard and hard.

Holy night.

And a blanket.

Holy night.

Holy night.

Holy night.

Well, Doctor, that was really a swell story.

On a Christmas Eve like this,

do you have a wish you were back in Baker Street

celebrating Christmas there?

Time is yes, but actually, Mr. Bartel.

I'm very happy right here in my little home.

There on the tables of your little Christmas tree

is a fine fire in my fireplace.

My two dogs, Monty and William,

are sleeping peacefully at my feet.

And best of all, I've got the love of every child

in the neighborhood.

Yes, I've got a great deal this Christmas Eve.

Lots to be thankful for.

And what were the troubles of the world on their way

to being settled?

It looks as if this is the brightest Christmas

that I've ever had.

Well, that's how I feel about it, too, Doctor.

I hope that all our friends listening in

are just as happy this Christmas Eve as we are.

And speaking not only for myself,

but I know for all of us, and for the Petra family too,

we wish every one of you a happy Christmas

from the bottom of our hearts.

God rescue Mary.

Gentlemen.

Well, Doctor Bartel, next Monday's New Year's Eve.

What story do you plan to tell us?

Well, I'm glad I became very extremely appropriate, Mr. Bartel.

It takes place in the Scottish Castle there, Edinburgh,

on a New Year's Eve in 1900,

and concerns the pair of lovers,

an elderly Baronit and a strange iron box

that proved to be more than worth its weight in gold.

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,

The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.

Music is by Dean Foster.

Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of

Petro Goldwyn Mayor,

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of some of our pictures.

Well, they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

Music.

The Petri Wine Company of San Francisco, California,

invites you to tune in again next week,

same time, same station.

Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios.

Music.

This is Harry Bartel,

saying good night for the Petri family.

For a solid hour of exciting mystery famas,

listen every Monday on most of these same stations at 8 o'clock

to Michael Shane,

followed immediately by Sherlock Holmes.

This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.