DRAMA CLUB SCRIPT
Spring 2015
Leckford Place
8-10s, 1:30pm
Bea: Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not
infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
Chris: Dr Watson stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind
him the night before.
Michael: It was a fine, thick piece of wood. Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an
inch across.
Billy: To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S.
from his friends of the C.C.H.," was engraved upon it.
with the date "1884."
Orlando: Well, Watson, what do you make of it?"
Holmes? The stick, what do you make of it?
Abi: I think, that Dr. Mortimer is a successful, elderly medical man, well-esteemed since those who
know him give him this mark of their appreciation.
Orlando: Good! Excellent!
Abi: I think also that the probability is in favour of his being a country practitioner who does a great
deal of his visiting on foot.
Orlando: Why so?
Abi: Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one has been so knocked about that I can
hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick-iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident
that he has done a great amount of walking with it.
Orlando: Perfectly sound!
Abi: And then again, there is the 'friends of the C.C.H.' I should guess that to be the Something Hunt.
Orlando: Really, Watson, you excel yourself. I am bound to say that in all the accounts you have
habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a
conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating
it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt.
Abi: Why thank you Holmes. I trust that there is nothing of consequence which I have overlooked?"
Cara: He now took the stick from Watson’s hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked
eyes.
Livy: He then sat down in his usual chair.
Orlando: Interesting, though elementary. Not that you are entirely wrong in this instance.
Bea: The man is certainly a country practitioner. And he walks a good deal.
Chris: I would suggest, for example, that a presentation to a doctor is more likely to come from a
hospital than from a hunt,
Albert: and that when the initials 'C.C.' are placed before that hospital the words 'Charing Cross' very
naturally suggest themselves."
Michael: On what occasion would it be most probable that such a presentation would be made?
Abi: Obviously at the moment when Dr. Mortimer withdrew from the service of the hospital in order
to start in practice for himself.
Orlando: And he left five years ago
Billy: So your grave, middle-aged family practitioner vanishes into thin air, my dear Watson, and
there emerges a young fellow under thirty, amiable, unambitious, absent-minded,
Cara: and the possessor of a favorite dog, which I should describe roughly as being larger than a
terrier and smaller than a mastiff
Livy: Watson laughed incredulously as Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his settee.
Abi: My dear fellow, how can you possibly be so sure of that?"
Orlando: "For the very simple reason that I see the dog himself on our very door-step, and there is
the ring of its owner.
(DOOR BELL) Come, come, we are not so far wrong, after all. This is my friend Dr. Watson.
Sienna: Sherlock Holmes waved the strange visitor into the room
Cara: I'm so happy to be reunited with my beloved walking stick.
Bea: I presume, sir, that you are not merely here for the purpose of a social chat.
Cara: I am suddenly confronted with a serious problem
Abi: Do continue Dr Mortimer.
Cara: it is a statement of a certain legend which runs in the Baskerville family. May I sir?
Bea: Please do.
Cara: Of course there have been many statements, yet I come in a direct line from Hugo Baskerville,
Sienna: It chanced that this Hugo came to love the daughter of a yeoman who held lands near the
Baskerville estate. But the young maiden, being discreet and of good repute, would avoid him, for
she feared his evil name.
Albert: So it came to pass that one night this Hugo, with five or six of his wicked companions, stole
down upon the farm and carried off the maiden. And took her to the Baskerville Hall
Miranda: in the stress of her fear she climbed down the ivy on the south wall and homeward across
the moor,
Billy: "It chanced that some little time later Hugo so found the cage empty. Hugo ran from the
house, crying to his friends that they should saddle his horse
Michael: Along the way they met a Shepard. Yes I have indeed seen the maiden, with the hounds
upon her track. such a hound of hell as God forbid should ever be at my heels.
Chris: The moon was shining bright upon the clearing, and there in the centre lay the unhappy maid
dead of fear and of fatigue lying next to her was the body of Hugo.
Izzy: but it was that, standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, a great, black beast, shaped like
a gigantic hound,
Livy: And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, as it turned its
blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them,
Cara: Well, Do you not find it interesting?
Bea: To a collector of fairy tales. We've actually travelled from London to ask questions about
Charles Baskerville, not Hugo.
Siana: Mr Holmes now leaned a little forward in his chair.
Miranda: Sir Charles of Baskerville Hall was incredibly kind and generous
Chris: He was a widower, and his servants were a married couple named Barrymore, the husband
acting as butler and the wife as housekeeper.
Cara: You see Mr Holmes, Sir Charles was in the habit of walking at night. That night he never
returned. This is the statement of Mr and Mrs Barrymore.
MRS B (Billy)he was found, lifeless, with a contorted face.
MR B (Albert) One thing that I couldn’t explain was the footprints. Sir Charles seemed to be walking
on his toes.
DR M (Cara): Sir Charles does have a next of kin. His brothers son, Sir Henry. He has been informed
of his new fortune and is making his way here from America. One more thing, off the record... I
discovered some footprints close to the body
HLMS: Footprints?
DR M: Footprints.
HLMS: A man's or a woman's?
DR M: Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound.
Siana: Dr Mortimer is obviously freaked out by it all. Who can blame him?
Albert: The real problem is what to do with sir Henry.
Billy: Sir Henry was a small, alert, dark-eyed man about thirty years of age, very sturdily built, with
thick black eyebrows and a strong face.
Livy: He had the weather-beaten appearance of one who has spent most of his time in the open air.
Bea: Service
Cara: I hope you enjoy your stay!
Abi: Can I get a reservation?
Orlando: There's something wrong with my room.
Michael: is breakfast included?
Dan: can I have the lobster?
DR M: (cara)
This is Sir Henry Baskerville
HLMS: (Bonnie) Sir Henry. Do I understand you to say that you have had some remarkable
experience since you arrived in London?
HRY: (Miranda) Nothing of much importance, Mr. Holmes. Only a joke, as I see it. It was this letter, if
you can call it a letter, which reached me this morning.
Orlando: He laid an envelope upon the table.
HLMS: (Bonnie) Who knew that you were coming to the Northumberland Hotel?
HNR: (Miranda) No one could have known.
Bea: Across the middle of it a single sentence had been formed by the pasting of printed words upon
it. It ran:
Izzy: As you value your life or your reason keep away from the moor. The word "moor" only is
printed in ink.
Bonnie: Judging by the typeface and letters, it looks like the paper that was used was... The Times,
from... Yesterday.
Watson: could you please tell us what happened to your boots, Sit Henry?
Miranda: My boots? Oh I see. Well I went shopping yesterday with Dr Mortimer here to buy some
clothes for the country. I bought a pair of brown boots and I had one of them stolen. So I guess
you’re looking for a one legged boot thief!
Albert: That is strange! Why would you rob a boot?
Daniel: yes Just one boot?
Michael: Actually, two were taken.
Billy: yes, Later on at the hotel Sir Henry had another boot stolen but this one was an old worn
boot.
Siana: And why would anyone want to steal a smelly old boot?
Livy: Because it smelled.
Cara: Sir Henry, what do you now intent to do?
Miranda: I shall travel as planned to Baskerville hall.
Bonnie: A wise choice Sir Henry. I would suggest that you do not go alone.
Miranda : Dr Mortimer comes with me.
Holmes: He has his practice to attend to. You will need someone else.
Miranda: Who?
Bonnie: I cannot think of anyone better than dear Watson.
Izzy: I will go with pleasure.
Bonnie: Yes I will hold the fort here sir.
Bonnie: They Boarded the train to Devon
Cara, The brick changed to stone and the houses grew more remote and rural.
Billy, The slate gray sky allowed shafts of sun through.
Siana And as the train eased over the brow of a hill it homed into view.
Michael, It looked like a land from a dream.
Abi The Moor.
Albert, It truly is a magnificent place.
Dan, The carriage wound through the countryside at speed
Livy: only after a little more travelling, they arrived at Baskerville Hall
Bea, And stopped only once as it rounded a corner. It was instructed to stop by a solider,
Izzy, His riffle slung over his shoulder.
Orlando, Good evening Gentlemen. Do excuse me but I have been given instructions to check every
carriage.
Miranda, And why is that?
Orlando, A convict escaped from Darkly prison sir. Three days he has been loose now. But don’t
worry, we have every road covered. We’ll get him soon enough.
Daniel, And they sped on.Through the lanes and up the hills and eventually to Baskerville Hall!
A, Two narrow towers that climbed above the tree line.
A, The house was covered in ivy with bits clipped back here and there for a window to peek
through.
A, The porch was lit and stood waiting was Mr and Mrs Barrymore.
BOTH, Welcome Sir Henry.
MR,
A,
Dinner will be ready in a few minuets sir and you will find hot water in your room.
It was a well prepared meal and on that they both, Watson and Sir Henry, both needed.
A, Mr Mortimer had retuned to his wife with the carriage.
Bea Dinner was served in the main hall where they were surrounded by eyes.
Orlando, Painted canvas eyes.
Cara The Baskervilles of old. At the end of the hall, In painted defiance. Was Sir Hugo Baskerville.
Miranda, He looks quite a man doesn’t he?
Bonnie, He does indeed.
Bea: a series of mysterious events arrive in rapid succession.
(Albert creeps around back)
Livy: The Butler, Barrymore, is caught skulking around the mansion at night.
Micheal: There were neighbours that lived locally, including Mr Jack Stapleton, and his sister Beryl.
Daniel : Watson spy a lonely figure keeping watch over the moor, and heard sounds of a hound
howling.
(Freya and Chris rhubarb in corner)
Abi: there are secret encounters between sir Charles and a local girl called Laura Leons, on the night
of sir Charles' death.
Billy: can I see you a moment? what was your involvement on the night of the murder
Livy: there was a lonely figure on the moor. I was scared, until I met a man from London. He said his
name was Sir Locke Combes.
Bonnie: Watson, you've been doing a marvellous job, I've been watching.
Billy: what are you doing in Devon, I thought you were in London?!
Bonnie: I've don my own investigations, and I've discovered that Mr Stapleton is actually in line to
inherit the Baskerville fortune. He is the prime suspect. Laura Leons is just a pawn in this whole
game. You're interviewing the wrong person,
All: Watson!
Orlando: What really happened, was that Stapleton convinced sir Charles to wander the moor and
release his ferocious pet...
All: hound
Billy: The hound frightened sir Charles and merely caused a heart attack.
Bonnie: Now's our chance to use the younger Baskerville as bait to catch Stapleton red handed, at
supper tonight.
Cara: Sir Henry heads home across the moors, only to be way layed by an enormous...
All: Hound!
Bonnie: Holmes and Watson are able to subdue the beast, and Stapleton, in his panic, fled the
scene, drowning in he marshland.
Izzy: Let's return to Stapleton's house!
(Make house, Daniel is tied to the chair, as Beryl).
Abi: they arrived at the house to find Beryl Stapleton tied up.
Miggy : Oh thank god, my husband's been out of control.
All: husband?
Lotte: We thought you were his sister!
Miggy: He tied me up because he thought I would talk
Maya: Well you're safe now, and all the murderers have had their comeuppance.
Maya: well I think it's about time we headed back to London and had a cup of tea.
Izzy: Sherlock, I think that's the most sensible thing you'd said all case.
Case closed.
(Scream)
Izzy: it seems we won't be going to London just yet...