The Hound of the Baskervilles

1·1 A high view over a long grey Baker Street terrace on a damp London morning.

1·2 Holmes's "eyes in the back of his head" turn out to be a polished silver-plated coffee-pot.

1·3 At the breakfast table, Holmes lights a cigarette and turns to Watson with a rare, open compliment.

1·4 Watson's proud smile stiffens as Holmes says most of his conclusions were wrong

1·5 On the settee, Holmes raises one finger beside the stick's silver-banded head

1·6 A close view of the middle of Dr. Mortimer's Penang-lawyer stick.

1·7 A curly-haired spaniel waits on the doorstep below 221B as its owner pulls the bell

1·8 Holmes has just turned from the window, stick in hand.

1·9 Dr. James Mortimer bursts in and rushes toward his lost stick in Holmes's hand

1·10 Dr. Mortimer leans in, his forefinger stopped a hair's breadth from Holmes's temple

1·11 Holmes has just been called only the second highest expert in Europe.

2·1 Dr. Mortimer holds up the 1742 Baskerville manuscript drawn from his breast-pocket

2·2 Hugo Baskerville and his drunken companions carouse under the Hall's blackened beams

2·3 Hugo Baskerville has found the maiden gone.

2·4 Under a full moon, thirteen revellers gallop across the moor after Hugo and his hounds

2·5 Hugo Baskerville's black mare gallops back across the moonlit moor with an empty saddle

2·6 Between two standing stones, the huge black hound stands over Hugo's body as riders flee

2·7 When the doctor pulls out the Devon County Chronicle, Holmes's boredom with the legend is gone.

2·8 At midnight, Barrymore lights a lantern and walks alone down the black yew alley

2·9 Sir Charles stands frozen with horror in his doorway as Dr. Mortimer whirls round

2·10 Dr. Mortimer kneels by the body in the yew alley and jerks toward a dark patch of gravel

2·11 Dr. Mortimer whispers to Holmes that the footprints belonged to a gigantic hound

3·1 Holmes points at Dr. Mortimer from his armchair, blaming him for the lost clue

3·2 Dr. Mortimer quietly admits there is a realm where even the best detective is helpless

3·3 Dr. Mortimer holds his gold watch: Sir Henry reaches Waterloo in an hour and a quarter

3·4 Fingertips together, Holmes gives Dr. Mortimer his answer: twenty-four hours

3·5 On the stair, Dr. Mortimer says the apparition hasn't been seen since Sir Charles died

3·6 Watson opens the door on a sitting-room so thick with smoke he thinks it is on fire

3·7 Amid tobacco smoke, Holmes tells Watson with a faint smile he has been to Devonshire

3·8 Holmes's forefinger traces the yew alley on the Ordnance map spread over his knee

3·9 Raising his pipe, Holmes asks Watson if the devil's agents might be flesh and blood

3·10 Holmes stares through the smoke, picturing a dead man's desperate run down the yew alley

3·11 Late at night in the smoky sitting-room, Holmes rolls up the Ordnance map by firelight

4·1 On a clear morning, Baker Street wakes as a lone black hansom waits at one door

4·2 At ten o'clock, Dr. Mortimer shows the young baronet into the Baker Street sitting-room

4·3 The pasted-newsprint warning lies on the breakfast cloth, ending in one handwritten word

4·4 Holmes pins down the Times leader and the warning letter and looks at Watson in triumph

4·5 Holmes holds the pasted warning letter an inch from his eyes.

4·6 Sir Henry Baskerville stands at the breakfast table, fist on the cloth, face flushed red

4·7 From a hansom on Regent Street, a black-bearded man stares at Holmes and Watson

4·8 On Regent Street the black hansom breaks away through the morning traffic.

4·9 On sunlit Regent Street, Holmes recovers his spirit after the lost chase.

4·10 Fourteen-year-old messenger boy Cartwright stands to attention by the office counter

5·1 A grey London midday seen from high above Trafalgar Square, looking toward Charing Cross.

5·2 At the top of the Northumberland Hotel stairs, Holmes and Watson run into Sir Henry

5·3 After luncheon, Dr. Mortimer names Barrymore, the butler with the full black beard

5·4 Holmes asks who would inherit the Baskerville fortune if Sir Henry died

5·5 Hand on Watson's arm, Holmes puts him forward as Sir Henry's companion on Dartmoor

5·6 Watson calmly agrees to go to Devonshire.

5·7 Bowler in fist, the cabman walks in and demands to know what Holmes has against him

5·8 The cabman John Clayton stands on the hearth-rug with his bowler in his hands.

5·9 For an instant, Holmes sits in silent amazement.

5·10 Alone by the dying fire, Holmes admits he has met an opponent as clever as himself

5·11 Holmes drops his irony by the lamplight and tells Watson plainly that he fears for him.

6·1 On a grey, sooty morning, Paddington Station stretches beneath its iron-and-glass roof

6·2 As the train pulls out of Paddington, Watson looks back and sees Holmes far down the grey platform.

6·3 Sir Henry sits silent at the carriage window, taking his first look at the moor

6·4 A mounted soldier on a heath-clad spur watches the wagonette carrying the returning heir

6·5 The wagonette tops the rise and the grey moor opens before the travellers

6·6 Perkins half-rises on the box and points his whip down into a storm-bent hollow

6·7 At dusk the wagonette rolls across the lawn toward Baskerville Hall.

6·8 Our first look at Barrymore, the butler.

6·9 For a moment, the butler's pale, correct mask slips in the firelight at Baskerville Hall.

6·10 Watson holds the curtain aside and looks out at the moor under a cold half moon

6·11 Dr. Watson sits bolt upright in bed at Baskerville Hall, holding his breath

7·1 Baskerville Hall stands in golden morning sunlight as the mist lifts off the moor

7·2 Morning sun falls on Mrs. Barrymore's stern, set face in the long corridor

7·3 The Grimpen postmaster's boy admits he gave the telegram to Mrs. Barrymore

7·4 On the lonely moor road, Watson turns at the sound of running feet and his own name.

7·5 From the moor path, Stapleton points Watson toward the smooth green plain of the Grimpen Mire.

7·6 A moor pony sinks into the false green ground of the Grimpen Mire.

7·7 A long moan sweeps over the moor, but Stapleton does not turn toward it.

7·8 On the lonely moor path, Miss Stapleton stops close in front of Watson.

7·10 Watson stops short on the moor track: Miss Stapleton has got there first

7·11 Beryl Stapleton looks straight at Watson after he calls the hound legend nonsense

8·1 Baskerville Hall sits small and alone in its hollow as the grey moor rolls around it

8·2 Watson leaves his letter to Holmes and stands at his bedroom window at Baskerville Hall

8·3 Stapleton leads Sir Henry and Watson to the grim valley of the Hugo Baskerville legend

8·4 Sir Henry and Miss Stapleton meet across the lunch table at Merripit House

8·5 Watson stands alone at the white moor-gate in the yew alley, where Sir Charles once waited.

8·6 Barrymore gives his calm answer about the test telegram in front of the stained-glass lancet.

8·10 Barrymore crouches in the deep stone embrasure with a candle held to the leaded glass.

9·1 Baskerville Hall sits small and dark in its hollow as a cold October dawn comes up

9·2 Watson strokes his moustache at the west window, pleased with his love-affair theory

9·3 In his study, Sir Henry leans across the desk to propose following Barrymore tonight

9·4 Sir Henry leans over his desk and rubs his hands with boyish glee

9·5 Sir Henry smiles warmly at Watson, but his eyes have already made the decision.

9·6 Sir Henry's gloved hand grabs his cane from the oak table by the door.

9·7 Sir Henry has gone out alone, and Watson stands by himself in the great hall of Baskerville Hall.

9·8 Watson is ashamed that he let Sir Henry go out alone.

10·1 A tiny figure hurries along the empty moor road toward the quarry hill

10·2 From the rocky crest, Watson sees Sir Henry far off walking beside Miss Stapleton

10·3 On the moor path, Sir Henry draws Miss Stapleton to his side and stoops his head to hers.

10·4 Stapleton runs flat out toward the couple on the moor path, his butterfly-net flapping

10·5 Stapleton jabs a finger at Sir Henry, who spreads his hands in angry protest

10·6 The wooing has been cut short.

10·7 At the foot of the quarry hill, Sir Henry is still flushed after the quarrel on the moor path.

10·8 Stapleton sits in the visitor's chair and apologises for the morning's quarrel

10·9 Sir Henry leans back in his chair in the firelit study with a rueful half-smile

11·1 Baskerville Hall lies dark in its hollow on the night moor under a clouded moon.

11·2 At two in the morning, Watson and Sir Henry jerk upright in their chairs at once

11·3 Sir Henry and Watson reach the dark mouth of the balcony in their stocking feet.

11·4 Sir Henry walks in and Barrymore springs up from the window, holding a shaking candle

11·5 Watson holds the candle to the pane and a tiny yellow light answers far out on the moor

11·6 Pale and horror-struck, Mrs. Barrymore appears in the dark doorway of the empty room

11·7 An extreme close-up of Mrs. Barrymore's eyes as she names her brother, the escaped convict Selden.

11·8 Watson and Sir Henry look from the open window at one yellow light near the Cleft Tor

11·9 Sir Henry turns from the window, fist clenched: he will go out and take the convict

11·10 With his hand on the latch, Sir Henry tells Watson to fetch his revolver and boots

12·1 Baskerville Hall sits low and dark in its hollow with a single candle in its west wing.

12·3 Sir Henry stands rigid on the rain-swept moor, chalk-white, gripping Watson's sleeve

12·4 Sir Henry is still pale from the hound's cry, but he plants his feet on the rain-swept moor path.

12·5 A single guttering candle burns in a crevice of wet granite on the night moor.

12·6 Selden's mire-smeared face rises over the rocks, lit from below by a hidden candle

12·7 The ambush breaks on the dark, rainy moor.

12·8 A tall black figure stands still on a granite tor against the low silver moon

12·9 Watson points at the granite tor against the moon, but the man there is already gone

13·1 Fog fills the hollow around Baskerville Hall and only its two dark towers stand clear

13·2 The fog lifts off the distant black tor where the stranger stood, and its summit is bare

13·3 In his foggy study, Sir Henry waves the matter away and agrees to keep Selden's secret.

13·4 Barrymore reveals Sir Charles went to the gate to meet a woman with initials L. L.

13·5 One burnt slip of a woman's letter survives in the cold grate of Sir Charles's study

13·6 Watson stands alone in the evening downpour on the black tor where he saw the watcher

13·7 Driving the dog-cart through the wet dusk, Dr. Mortimer mentions Laura Lyons

13·8 In the lamplit library, Barrymore confirms another man is hiding on the moor

13·9 Barrymore says the stranger lives among the old stone huts on the hillside

13·10 At the rain-lashed library window, Watson swears to reach the heart of the mystery

14·1 Cold dawn over the moor: the Hall is tiny in its misty hollow, stone huts on the hills

14·2 Watson steps into the sitting-room in Coombe Tracey.

14·3 At the words "the very day of Sir Charles's death," the flush drains from Mrs. Lyons's face.

14·4 Mrs. Lyons's denial breaks at last.

14·5 Laura Lyons lifts her tear-filled eyes to Watson, saying freedom meant everything

14·6 Riding back across the moor, Watson fixes his eyes on the distant Black Tor

14·9 A small ragged boy with a bundle stands on the moor crest against the blue sky

14·10 Watson stops on the sunlit summit and looks down into a shadowed cleft.

14·11 Inside the stone hut on the moor, Watson's hands lift a sheet of paper from under the boy's bundle.

14·12 From the dark recess of the stone hut, the doorway glows with a blood-red sunset.

14·13 Watson is crouched in the dark recess of the stone hut with his hand on his revolver.

15·1 Watson stoops out of the low doorway of the stone hut with his revolver still in hand.

15·2 In the stone hut, Watson freezes as Holmes says Miss Stapleton is Stapleton's wife

15·3 In the twilit stone hut, suspicion hardens into certainty in Watson's eyes.

15·4 Holmes has just told Watson, "It is murder," in the dark stone hut.

15·5 The scream tears across the night moor, and Holmes springs to the low doorway of the stone hut, a stooping black outline against the violet sky.

15·6 Holmes's match shows his fingers thick with blood from the figure at the cliff foot

15·7 The match burns down to its last ember over the face-down body in the ruddy tweed suit.

15·8 Alone on the moonlit summit, Watson shakes his fist at the Stapletons' far light

15·9 Watson and Holmes turn the dead man over and see Selden the convict, not Sir Henry

15·10 Across the moonlit moor a small red cigar-glow comes toward Holmes and Watson as they stand over the dead convict at the foot of the cliff.

15·11 Stapleton looks up from the dead convict under the white moon.

15·12 Under the risen moon at the foot of the cliff, Holmes gives Stapleton a small, courteous bow.

16·1 Baskerville Hall seen from the lodge-gates on a windy October night.

16·2 Holmes stops in the middle of a sentence at the lamplit supper table and stares up past Watson's head.

16·3 The time-darkened portrait of the cavalier who started the Hound of the Baskervilles looks down over the supper table.

16·4 Holmes stands on a chair under the portrait of Hugo Baskerville, holding his candle high, and curves his arm over the painted hat and ringlets.

16·5 Holmes curves his arm over the Cavalier's plumed hat and ringlets by candlelight.

16·6 Late at night in the dark banqueting-hall, Holmes turns from the portrait of wicked Hugo and bursts into one of his rare fits of laughter.

16·7 At breakfast, Holmes calmly tells Sir Henry to walk home alone across the moor

16·8 Mrs. Lyons jumps up from the typewriter table when told Stapleton is married

16·9 An extreme close-up of Laura Lyons's eyes just after she learns that Stapleton has a wife.

16·10 Laura Lyons presses Stapleton's photograph face down and leans towards Holmes

16·11 Lestrade springs from the London express at Coombe Tracey, his hand out for Holmes

17·1 Tiny wagonette lamps creep across the black moor toward the fog over the Grimpen Mire

17·2 Behind the orchard wall, Watson watches Stapleton unlock the out-house

17·3 Behind the granite screen, Holmes stares at the moonlit fog rolling in from the Grimpen Mire and says, "It's moving towards us."

17·4 For the first time, the man who is never surprised is struck with amazement: Holmes's pale face freezes in a fixed stare and his lips part.

17·5 Out of the moonlit wall of fog, the coal-black hound leaps with fire at its jaws.

17·6 Holmes has outrun the others up the moonlit track and fires his revolver point-blank into the flank of the burning hound as it pins Sir Henry to the stones.

17·7 Watson's fingertips smoulder with cold blue flame from the dead hound's muzzle

17·8 Two dark eyes above a white towel gag look out of the shadowed museum room

17·9 Beryl Stapleton, freed and bruised, claps her hands and laughs fiercely at the fogged window.

17·10 Holmes has sunk to his waist in the Grimpen Mire.

17·11 On the firmer ground past the morass, Holmes, Watson and Lestrade bend over the smooth black mud looking for Stapleton's footprints.

17·12 Standing on the rim of the old tin-mine island, Holmes sweeps his long arm over the endless green-splotched Grimpen Mire and names Stapleton the most dangerous man they have ever hunted.

18·1 London lies in November fog; one Baker Street window glows with firelight

18·2 Stapleton leads the newly bought hound on foot across the open moor at a stormy dusk

18·3 A huge black hound with flaming jaws chases Sir Charles Baskerville down the yew alley

18·4 A woman's trembling hands cut printed words from a newspaper by low lamplight

18·5 By the Baker Street fire, Watson raises his hand to stop Holmes with a question

18·6 Holmes looks into the Baker Street fire, admitting he put Sir Henry at risk

18·7 In the lamplit museum room at Merripit House, Stapleton and Beryl face each other

18·8 Holmes rises from his armchair by the blazing fire and holds up opera tickets