The Hound of the Baskervilles


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Oliver Wakeman & Clive Nolan

Oliver Wakeman & Clive Nolan
Oliver Wakeman & Clive Nolan
Karl Groom, Oliver Wakeman & Clive Nolan
Verglas Music
4th February 2002
Karl Groom at Thin Ice
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Oliver Wakeman
Clive Nolan
Robert Powell
Bob Catley
Ashley Holt
Tracy Hitchings
Paul Allison
Michelle Young
Ian "Moon" Gould
Arjen Lucassen
Karl Groom
Peter Banks
Jo Greenland
Eva Albering
John Jowitt
Peter Gee
Tony Fernandez

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Keyboards
Keyboards
Dr. John Watson
Sir Henry Baskerville
Dr. James Mortimer
Miss Beryl Stapleton
Stapleton the Naturalist
Mrs Laura Lyons
Seldon the Convict
Guitar
Guitar
Guitar
Violin
Flute
Bass
Bass
Drums

1. Overture
2. Curse of the Baskervilles
3. Three broken threads
4. Shadows of fate
5. At home in the mire
6. Run for your life
7. Picture of a lady
8. Argument
9. Second light
10. Seldon
11. Death on the moor
12. By your side
13. Waiting
14. Chasing the hound



The Narrator's Script

Watson:
"Such is the tale, my sons, of the coming of the hound which is said to have plagued the family so sorely ever since. Hear my caution. Never cross the moor in those dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted."

Overture (Instrumental)

The Curse Of The Baskervilles

Watson:
Doctor Mortimer was by no means a typical country practicioner. He was clad in a professional, but rather slovenly fashion. His frock coat was dingy and his trousers frayed. Sherlock Holmes waved our strange visitor into a chair and said:
"Kindly tell me the exact nature of the problem in which you demand my assistance."
And so we listened to the strangest tale of an ancient curse and the recent mysterious death of Sir Charles Baskerville.

Mortimer:
Here in my hand is a statement of fact
From a witness beyond reach of time
It alludes to Sir Hugo of Baskerville Hall
And his cold unforgivable crimes
A man of foul humour, his temper was legend
His treatment was rough to the servants and peasants
But his judgement time came on Michaelmas eve
In so violent a way that few could believe.....

Torn to the bone by the seed of his vanity
Tatters and shreds from the greed and depravity
Stared in the face of the nightmare before him
No one to call to, no one to save him from
Fear and pain - The blindness of terror
Agonised screams that would echo forever
Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell
Death by the Hound that had hunted the Baskerville down

Sir Hugo was drawn to a girl who lived near
His feelings, however, were not so returned
So he and some friends of a like disposition
Abducted the wench for their clumsy seduction
They laughed as their conquest was locked in a room
They drank themselves mad as she waited her doom
But driven by fear of their shouts in the night
She climbed down the wall and ran for her life.....

Torn to the bone by the seeds of his vanity
Tatters and shreds from the greed and depravity
Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell
Death by the creature from Hell

Hugo gave chase with his friends far behind
Crossing the moor on his own
He was angry and mean with revenge on his mind
Crossing the moor on his own
He found the girl crumpled, dead from fatigue
She lay there but not on her own
As he turned he was met by two red blazing eyes
It was here on the moor
Here on the moor
Here on the moor that he died

Dead on the ground lies Sir Charles, torn and battered
Crumpled and bloody, in shreds and in tatters
Wide staring eyes from the nightmare before him
No one to call to, no one to save him from
Fear and pain - blindness of terror
Agonised screams that will echo forever
Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell
Death by the Hound that had hunted the Baskerville down

Watson:
With Holmes accepting the case, we immediately went to meet Sir Henry Baskerville, heir to the estate. He had recently arrived from America and was residing at the Northumberland Hotel. We were shown to his rooms and he greeted us with a look of bewilderment on his face. Following a brief introduction, he handed Holmes a mysterious letter, which had been anonymously delivered. It read:
"As you value your life or your reason, keep away from the moor." An ominous warning indeed.


Three Broken Threads

Watson:
As we left the hotel, I was aware of a pair of piercing eyes turned upon us through the side window of a cab. Instantly the cab flew madly off with Holmes in wild pursuit, but the start was too great, and it was soon out of sight.

Shadows Of Fate

Watson:
With Holmes otherwise occupied in London, I agreed to act in his absence. Early the next morning, Sir Henry and I journeyed by train to the West Country. We were met at the station by a carriage.
As we travelled, an outlying spur of the moor lay in front of us. On the summit we could se a mounted soldier, dark and stern, his rifle poised, ready over his forearm.
"There's a convict escaped from Princetown", said the carriage driver.
"Who is he, then?", I inquired.
"It is Seldon, the Notting Hill Murderer, guilty of the most brutal butchering of a whole family."
Then he pointed with his whip: "Baskerville Hall", said he.

Sir Henry:
Is there a place to hide?
Can I be safe inside?
What do I think I'll find?
One step is all I need to
Find a solution to all that is false or true
I can find the answers, if I can find the courage too

Why do I feel so weak?
Why can't I find my feet?
Why does it seem so dark?
One step is all I need to
Find my way from here.
Conquer all those fears
I can find the answers, if I can find the courage too

Look into the night,
I see the shadows of my fate
As they shed no light at all, they just wait for me to trip and fall
Look into the night, I see that hope may come too late
As it dwindles there, and dies, no matter how I try to turn the
Tide of fear - A history bathed in blood and tears
Tide of fear - For the way that things appear to be
However far we run, we're never free

Where do I go from here?
What do I do from now?
What will I find in there?
One step is all I need to
See where I go from here.
Know what the truth is now
I can find the answers, if I can find the courage too

Now is the time, there's no running away from this
Now is the time, I know that one step is all I need to
Set me on the way and find the strength to face
All of the answers. I know I have the courage too

Look into the night, I see the shadows of my fate
As they shed no light at all, they just wait for me to trip and fall
Look into the night, I see that hope may come too late
As it dwindles there, and dies, no matter how I try to turn the
Tide of fear - A history bathed in blood and tears
Tide of fear - For the way that things appear to be
We run, but we're never free

It all makes sense to me
Like a long forgotten dream
It's where I've always been
A chance to find my tired soul and set it free
It's all so right for me

Look into the night, I see the shadows of my fate
As they shed no light at all, they just wait for me to trip and fall
Look into the night, I see that hope may come too late
As it dwindles there, and dies, no matter what I try to do
Look into the night, I see the shadows of my fate
As they shed no light at all, they just wait for me to trip and fall
Look into the night, I see that hope may come too late
As it dwindles there, and dies, no matter what I try to do

It all makes sense to me Like a long forgotten dream
It's where I've always been
A chance to find my tired soul and set it free
Set it free, oh set it free!

At Home in the Mire

Watson:
That afternoon, whilst walking towards the village, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"Please excuse my presumption, Doctor Watson, I am Stapleton of Merripit House."

Stapleton:
Come inside, come and see my home
This is truly where I belong
Just look around, at this place of mystery
And wonder to be found
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before
I could show you a thousand places where you could fall
You could fall.....

Watch your step, for it has an unforgiving side
And it will claim you for its own
Treat it well, or it will be your downfall
And your blood will be on my hands
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before
I could show you a thousand places where you could fall
In the mire.....in the mire.....
I'm at home in the mire!

Watson:
A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the moor. It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came.

Stapleton:
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before I could show you a thousand places where you could fall In the mire.....in the mire..... I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before I could show you a thousand places where you could fall In the mire.....in the mire..... I'm at peace in the mire

Watson:
My new acquaintance continued:
"Perhaps I may have the pleasure of introducing you to my sister?"
As we walked on towards Merripit House, Stapleton, a dedicated collector of butterflies, rushed in pursuit of a particularly rare species. Just then, a young woman ran towards me from the house.
"Go back, Sir Henry", she said. "Go straight back to London instantly."

Run For Your Life

Beryl:
Do you ever remember, all the stories you've been told
When you're lying awake in the middle of the night?
You see all your life so clearly now it seems
As if you're running for your life
Run for your life!
Run for your life!

Do you really want to believe?
Do you really want to receive
All the nightmares that you hold so dear to your heart?
Do you really want to reply?
Do you really want to try
To remove the slur on your name and your line?
Can you really trust in a man?
Can you really follow a plan?
Does there really need to be a Lord of the moor once more?

Don't lose sight of your goals
You have to believe in your heart and your mind
But it's easy to listen to the words that have no soul
When your fighting for the only life you know
Run for your life!
Run for your life!

Do you really want to believe?
Do you really want to receive
All the nightmares that you hold so dear to your heart?
Do you really want to reply?
Do you really want to try
To remove the slur on your name and your line?
Can you really trust in a man?
Can you really follow a plan?
Does there really need to be a Lord of the moor once more?

Watson:
Upon realising that I was not Sir Henry, Beryl Stapleton apologised and retreated to the house, leaving me more bemused than ever.

Beryl:
Do you really want to believe?
Do you really want to receive
All the nightmares that you hold so dear to your heart?
Do you really want to reply?
Do you really want to try
To remove the slur on your name and your line?
Can you really trust in a man?
Can you really follow a plan?
Does there really need to be a Lord of the moor once more?

Picture Of A Lady

Watson:
It was not until the next day, as we lunched at Merripit House, that Sir Henry made the acquaintance of Miss Stapleton. From the first moment that he saw her, he appeared to be strongly attracted by her, and I am sure the feeling was mutual.

Sir Henry:
If she'd turn and look my way
I'm sure that I would gladly stay and spend my last days looking at her face
A maiden fair you must agree, the finest lady you will see
My words cannot do justice to her grace
And when the moon descends, the day begins anew
Her beauty brings a stillness to the dawn
A picture of a lady, picture of a lady, picture of a lady like you

A single rose I'd gladly give, with humble heart I'd surely live
If I could ever have someone so pure
A hand so fair I can't comprend, as why the lady has no friend
With whom she can live out her days in joy
And when the sun descends, the eve begins anew
Her beauty brings a stillness to the night
A picture of a lady, picture of a lady, picture of a lady like you

She holds a secret to her heart, a life of mystery in part
I wonder if I'll ever know its cause
It's tearing her apart inside, this secret life that she must hide
And never tell a soul her tale of woe
And when the moon descends, the day begins anew
Her beauty brings a sadness to the dawn
A picture of a lady, picture of a lady, picture of a lady like you
A picture of a lady, picture of a lady, picture of a lady like you

The Argument

Watson:
The following day, Sir Henry insisted on walking alone upon the moor. This I was much against. So I followed at a discreet distance.
I watched as Sir Henry met up with Beryl Stapleton, but I was not the only witness to their meeting.

Sir Henry:
This is a time I would share with you happily
This is a time I would share with you now
A moment divine, such as this should be cherished
Life is defined by the paths that we choose

Beryl:
You can't know where this may lead.
We can't hope to find such freedom
Reach beyond these few words that I speak
Danger hides behind all that you seek

Stapleton:
I can see two of you. I can see two of you
I know what's going on. I have got the clearest view
I can see you whispering. You know that this wrong
I can tell what's happening. I can tell what's happening.
Too late, too late

Sir Henry:
This is a time I would give to you readily
This is a time I would give to you now
Show me a sign that my hopes can be founded
Our lives are defined by the choices we make

Beryl:
You can't know where this may lead.
We can't hope to find such freedom
Reach beyond these few words that I speak
Danger hides behind all that you seek.
Reach beyond what you see in my eyes
There's a darkness which threatens our lives

Sir Henry:
My heart is beating now.
My life has meaning now
Reach beyond - Words that I speak
Danger - All that you seek.
Reach beyond what you see in my eyes
There's a darkness which threatens our lives

Stapleton:
Come away with me now, my sister
I've been worried since you've been gone
What on earth do you think you were doing?
Who the hell do you think that you are?

Sir Henry & Beryl:
Too late! Too late! He knows we're here.
Too late! Too late for the anger or tears
Too late! Too late for us to run.
Too late! Too late for what we've done

Stapleton:
Come away now.
Come home right now
Come away now.
Come home right now.
Come away

Beryl:
Please let me go now.
Please let me go now
Please let me go now.
Please let me go now

Sir Henry:
Show me a sign that you care.
Show me the light in your soul
How can this be so unfair?
Why do his eyes seem so cold?

Sir Henry & Beryl:
This is a time I would share with you happily
This is a time I would share with you now
A moment divine, such as this should be cherished
Life is defined by the paths that we choose

Stapleton:
Come away now.
It's too late now.
Come away now.
It's too late now

Sir Henry, Beryl & Stapleton:
Reach beyond the words that I speak.
Danger hides behind all that you seek
Reach beyond what you see in my eyes.
Wait for darkness to fall down on us

Second Light

Watson:
With Stapleton firmly leading his sister away, Sir Henry, a picture of dejection, set off for Baskerville Hall.
That night, I was awakened by Sir Henry, who had been disturbed by a strange sound. It was the butler, Barrymore, staring out into the blackness of the night, with a burning candle in his hand. Suddenly another light appeared on the moor.
With haste we embarked into the cold darkness to discover the source of this second illumination. Then we saw him. A face, ravaged by cruel experiments conducted during his many years in prison. There was a child-like look of confusion and fear in his eyes. It was Seldon!
Startled by our presence, he fled.

Seldon

Seldon:
Torn apart inside. Dark coloured lies over flesh hues and tones
Blood soaked, broken bones.
Tear through the sky like a knife
Try to close my eyes from the wrong kind of light

I can taste the memory. Down they went: Better that way
Screams in my head. Blood soaked, lying dead!
Drawn by the scent of a flower. The sweetest of thoughts turning sour

Spinning in my head - Fatal decisions
Spinning in my head - Misguiding visions
Tear through the sky like a knife.
Try to close my eyes...my eyes!

I won't fall for your traps. I won't crawl for your mercy
I won't lay down and die. Won't beg. Won't cry!

Fables and fantasies. Filling my thoughts with justifications
Stories and prophecies. Leading me on to violent aggression
Smiles and promises. Thoughtless signs. Hollow intentions
Circled by enemies. Waiting to catch me. Keen to attack me!

Drowning in the lights - Too many faces
Drowning in the lights - Smothered in hatred
Spinning in my head - Fatal decisions
Spinning in my head - Misguiding visions
Are calling to me. Calling to me!

Watson:
With Seldon gone, we turned towards home. For a moment, outlined against the full moon, I saw the figure of a man on the Tor. Who could this be?

Death On The Moor

Watson:
On returning to the Hall, we confronted the Barrymores. It took little persuasion to discover that Seldon was, in fact, the brother of Mrs Barrymore, who tearfully pleaded to Sir Henry for his silence on the matter. She claimed that the tortured convict had been rendered harmless and would soon be abroad in the care of friends. Out of compassion, Sir Henry acceded to her wishes, offering food and even some of his old clothes to the cause.
In grateful relief, Barrymore offered an important thread of new evidence - part of a burnt letter. It read:
"Please, please, as you are a gentleman, burn this letter and be at the gate by ten o'clock."
Beneath it were signed the initials "L.L."

In the morning I awoke, determined to identify the man on the Tor. Upon further investigation, I discovered that the hiding place of our mysterious stranger was a small hut on the moor. It was empty, so I waited inside, not knowing what to expect.

"It is a lovely evening, my dear Watson", said a well known voice. "I really think that you will be more comfortable outside than in."
Stepping out of the hut, I was amazed to find myself face to face with Mr Sherlock Holmes. I had thought him in London, but all this time he had been here, observing, waiting.
"My dear fellow", said Holmes, "I beg that you will forgive me for this deception, but for you to know could not have helped us, and might possibly have lead to my discovery. You would have wished to tell me something, or in your kindness, you would have brought me out some comfort or other, and so an unnecessary risk would have been run."

And so we talked. Holmes opened my eyes to the question of a woman called Laura Lyons, who was under the wing of Sir Charles Baskerville, and more; she was in love with Stapleton. There was a great deal to take in and we continued talking, as the last red streaks had faded away in the West, and night settled upon the moor.

Suddenly, a terrible scream burst out of the silence of the moor.
"The Hound!", cried Holmes, "Come, Watson, come! Great heavens if we are too late!".

As we ran, the vague outline hardened into a definite shape. It was a prostrate man, face downward upon on the ground: The body of Sir Henry Baskerville. We stood with bitter hearts, overwhelmed by this sudden and irrevocable disaster. But as Holmes turned the body over, he let out a cry:
"It is not Sir Henry! Why, it is Seldon the convict!"

Upon returning to Baskerville Hall, Holmes became fascinated by one of the portraits on the wall.
"Can't you see?", he whispered.
"Good heavens!", I cried in amazement. It was the face of Stapleton. He was a Baskerville!

By Your Side

Watson:
The next morning we faced Laura Lyons with two facts. Firstly, our knowledge of her planned meeting with Sir Charles the night he died. Secondly, that her beloved Stapleton was already married - to Beryl.

Laura:
Look into my eyes and then you will see
The only thing in life that meant anything to me
Was the chance to start all over and make my life anew
To share all my remaining days with one I held so true

If he would take me gladly - I would never stray
If he would take me gladly - I would always stay
By his side.
With my pride

I have suffered in oh so many ways,
I can not believe the words you say
I thought I'd love him dearly until the end of time
And now I shall reveal to you the terror of his crime

If he had taken me gladly - I would had never strayed
If he had taken me gladly - I would have always stayed
By his side.
With my pride

Watson:
With this heartbreaking discovery, Laura told all.
And so the plan was set: Sir Henry would dine that night at Merripit House and return on foot, alone across the moor. On no account was he to leave the path, for that would spell certain death. Holmes and I would lie in wait with Doctor Mortimer, who had begun, and would end this journey with us.

Waiting

Watson:
From the chill night, we watched as Sir Henry dined with Stapleton. Disturbingly, Beryl was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, over the great, Grimpen mire, there hung a dense, white fog. Holmes muttered impatiently, as he watched its sluggish drift towards the path.

Mortimer:
The clock ticks on as the light begins to fail
Our hearts grow weaker in the glimmering pale of the moonlight
The distant sights. They catch the eye
Night time hangs heavy on our shoulders.
Waiting. Waiting.....

Stapleton:
As fear grips the heart.
Will life go on.
Is there hope to be found?
As we wait in the cold, as we wait in the dark.
I know it's close
A sign of the hound.
We wait, bated breath.
The smallest of thoughts The smallest of sounds.
As we wait in the cold, as we wait in the dark
I know it's close.
A sign of the hound.

Beryl:
Set me loose. I must warn him not to walk the moor Set me loose. I must warn him of the danger on the moor.

Stapleton:
As fear grips the heart.
We wait, bated breath
As fear grips the heart.
We wait, bated breath

Sir Henry:
Beware the Grimpen mire.
Beware the swamps and marshes
Beware the moor is calling for a victim now

All:
One step could be fatal.
One move could lead to death.
Walk the path with care

Stapleton:
As fear grips the heart.
Will life go on.
Is there hope to be found?.....

Mortimer:
The clock ticks on as the light begins to fall.....
Waiting - The clock ticks on and on
Waiting. Waiting - Our hearts grow weaker, weaker, weaker.....

Sir Henry:
Can't take this torture for much longer.
It eats away into my very core
My nerves are raw my heart is cold with horror
I jump at the rain or the creaking of a door.
Waiting. The clock ticks on and on
Waiting. Waiting - Our hearts grow weaker, weaker, weaker.....

Beryl:
Set me loose. I must warn him not to walk the moor.....

Sir Henry, Mortimer & Beryl:
Beware the Grimpen mire.
Beware the swamps and marshes
One step could soon be fatal.
One move could lead to death.....
Beware the Grimpen mire.
Beware the swamps and marshes
One step could soon be fatal
One move could lead to helpless fear as terror conquers all

Stapleton:
Beware!
One step!
Beware!
One step!
Beware!
One step!

Watson:
Eventually Sir Henry bade his host farewell, and set off across the moor. Holmes suddenly dropped to his knees and clapped his ear to the ground.
"Look out! It's coming!"

Chasing The Hound

Watson:
We gave chase, and even as the form of the Hound came into view, Holmes and I fired together, and the creature gave a hideous howl. It did not pause, however, but bounded onwards towards Sir Henry. Never have I seen a man run as Holmes ran that night. But the next instant, Holmes had emptied five barrels of his revolver into the creature's flank. With a final howl, the giant Hound lay dead.

We returned to Merripit House to find Stapleton gone and Beryl bound and gagged in the attic. As she sheltered in Sir Henry's arms, she told of Stapleton's flight into the Grimpen mire, which due to the heavy fog, must surely have spelled his doom.

The case was closed.

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