Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
In the last year of the 18th century,
Colonel John Herncastle plundered from India
a priceless and most sacred yellow diamond.
Vishnu the Preserver laid his curse on the thief,
commanding three priests to search forever for his Moonstone.
But the wicked colonel smuggled the stone to England and kept it jealously.
In his will he bequeathed the diamond to his beautiful young niece,
Miss Rachel Verinder.
Rachel's gallant cousin, Mr Franklin Blake,
was charged with the gem's delivery.
But was it a gift...
... or a curse?
Surely it is finished now?
- Insisto, after all I am the subject. - Not till it's complete.
Scusi, signor.
What is it?
My father.
- Forgive me. - I'm sorry, Mr Blake.
Who is that?
She did not come.
I'm sorry.
- My sincere condolences. - Thank you.
Do you know why not? Or are you just not permitted to tell me?
What I can and must talk to you about is your father's estate, your duties.
Mr Franklin, I'm afraid you're no longer a carefree young man.
I've not been carefree since last I was in England.
And we do have business to discuss.
Very well, but I have more pressing business first.
Mr Franklin. Mr Bruff.
Good day, Penelope. Would you tell Rachel I've come to see her?
I'm sorry, sir, Miss Rachel's... out.
Well, perhaps when she returns you would kindly give her this?
Miss Verinder left these for you should you ever call.
She begs to decline entering into any correspondence with Mr Franklin Blake.
Rachel!
During all my long absence has Rachel asked if I was living or dead?
There is only one possible explanation for her behaviour.
- Which is? - It is the Moonstone yet.
- Where are you going? - To Euston.
And then to Yorkshire by the next train.
Hello?
- Who's there? - Caesar, good boy.
By the Lord Harry...
Mr Franklin?
Betteredge.
No, don't tell me. Robinson Crusoe has already informed you
you might expect to see me tonight.
Or here's the bit I was reading the moment before you came in.
"I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen...
...an apparition."
If that isn't as much as to say expect a sudden appearance of Mr Franklin Blake,
there's no meaning in the English language.
It's good to see you, Betteredge.
It's a miracle to see you, sir.
I'm afraid...
...you find us sadly changed.
Much has happened since I saw you last.
I know it, Betteredge.
But I'm burning to know what's brought you here in this sudden way?
What brought me here before?
The Moonstone, Mr Franklin.
And it is the Moonstone that brings me again.
If that's a joke, sir,
I'm afraid I'm getting a little dull in my old age. I don't take it...
The theft has never been settled. It hangs over her still.
Whatever happened that night, it ruined two lives, mine one of them.
I see you are in want of a cigar.
Come down with me.
Take my advice, Mr Franklin, and let the diamond be.
How can I?
I've travelled nigh on a year. I can run from Rachel but I cannot forget her.
I believe you still love her, sir.
I know she cannot forget me either or she would not hide from me as she does.
- What do you propose to do, sir? - I've come here to take up the enquiry
which was dropped when I left England.
I've come to do what nobody has done yet and find out who took the diamond.
How can you hope to succeed, saving your presence,
when Sergeant Cuff himself could not solve it?
The greatest policeman in England.
Oh, I am no professional, but that may be my strength.
I have nothing now to focus on but this.
I hope to have information that Cuff was not privy to.
I hope to have the testimony of minds closed to the police
- this time last year. - What testimony?
Why, yours, Betteredge.
You and others more closely associated to Rachel and her diamond.
Give me your account of this family
and the Moonstone from the very beginning.
Those were dark times, sir. I care not to revisit them.
The dark times will not be over until I have done what I've sworn to do
and found Rachel's stolen Moonstone.
Please, Betteredge.
Well, sir...
...if you insist.
We must commence with the lead up to Miss Rachel's 18th birthday.
In this house, this time last year.
Please have the yellow room readied.
Mr Franklin Blake arrives with us tomorrow.
I did not know Mr Franklin's foreign education had come to an end?
His plan is to stay with us for a month, to keep Rachel's birthday.
He is probably in want of a decent dinner.
I hear his mother's 700-a-year runs through him as through a sieve.
Such is the way of a young man abroad.
I shall be delighted to see Mr Franklin,
the nicest boy who ever spun a top or broke a window.
The most atrocious tyrant that ever tortured a doll.
You worshipped him ten years ago.
And then he left.
I burn with indignation and I ache with fatigue when I think of Franklin Blake.
Excuse me, my lady.
Huh!
May I help you, gentlemen?
I was just looking for the kitchen door. May I present myself and my compatriot.
We are travelling entertainers and we beg permission to display our skills
in the presence of the lady of the house.
I'm sorry to inform you, the lady of the house is out.
I must ask you to come back another time.
Penelope, where are you going?
Rosanna is late to dinner, I'm sent to fetch her in.
She walks alone again?
For her health, she says,
but I would not go for my health where she has gone.
- To the sands? - As ever, to the shivering sands.
The tide is on the turn, go back inside.
I'll get her in.
And ask Samuel to lock the doors behind me.
So, Mr Franklin, I hurried to that forlorn and treacherous place,
which the very birds of the air give a wide berth.
Not so Rosanna Spearman. This was our poor housemaid's favourite walk.
You're late for dinner, Rosanna. Come, come now, girl.
You have been given a miraculous opportunity in this house.
You must try to use it.
I do my work.
Your past is all sponged out. Why can't you forget it?
What that we could just wash away the past, sir.
I cleaned this lappet for you just yesterday,
with a new composition warranted to remove any spot.
The stain has taken off but the place shows, Mr Betteredge, the place shows.
It's sitting everlastingly in this miserable place that's the problem,
not my lappets.
What makes you like being here?
I try to keep away but I can't.
Have you seen what the sand will do?
Have you thrown a stone out there and watched the quicksand suck it down?
That's unwholesome talk.
Sometimes, Mr Betteredge,
I think my grave waits for me here.
What awaits you is roast mutton and suet pudding.
This is what comes of thinking on an empty stomach.
Betteredge?
Huh. Betteredge. Is that you?
Well, you may not remember the boy I was
but I'll wager you recall the debt I still owe you?
Seven and sixpence, Mr Franklin Blake, and ten years' interest.
But who charges interest amongst friends?
What have you got there?
His buttonhole, sir.
- Keep it. - Now run along.
Your dinner will be cold.
Welcome back to the old place, Mr Franklin,
and all the more welcome that you're here even before we expected you.
I have reason for that. I travelled by today's instead of tomorrow's train
because I believed I was being followed.
- By whom? - By an Indian fellow,
and I'd hoped to give him the slip.
- Who'd want to follow you? And why? - The why is easier than the who.
I'm come with my cousin Rachel's legacy from our Uncle Herncastle
to be given her on her 18th birthday.
Colonel Herncastle. What has he left Miss Rachel?
This.
That day on the beach last year, there is something I regret, sir.
There are many things I regret.
I did not tell you what I knew of Colonel Herncastle.
I did not wish to pass on idle talk,
and he was not of your generation so you wouldn't have known what he was.
Which was?
A hard man, a cold man.
He and my lady were on poor terms.
She barred him from her house, her own brother.
But he forgave her. He repented on his deathbed
and left her daughter a £20,000 diamond to prove it.
A diamond that he killed for,
that caused him to live out his days in fear of his life.
A stone stained with blood and beset with a curse.
What are you saying? The reconciliation was a lie?
Looking back, I now believe that the wicked colonel fully intended
to visit the curse on his sister by means of her only child.
And the Lord knows he succeeded.
Someone has learnt of your charge and its value.
You say your pursuer was Indian?
Mayhap he's linked to those entertainers I've just sent away from our door.
There were Indians at the house? Mayhap it is but chance coincidence.
Still, to the bank, Mr Franklin, post-haste.
No, you are right.
Your receipt, sir.
Cousin Franklin?
Cousin Rachel.
We thought you had got lost. I was on my way to rescue you.
- The next is a duet. - Ah.
You do not sing?
Or play?
I can accompany you on the harmonica, nothing more.
You will find me sadly lacking in gentlemanly pursuits.
I do not shoot or fence or fish.
I can barely swim.
But what of culture? You practise no art at all?
Had I the benefit of a continental education
- I would have profited more than that. - I practise art.
Oh?
Huh.
Will that smell like this forever?
It will dry to be perfectly odourless, I assure you.
At least for now it overwhelms the tobacco.
My smoking offends you?
Then I will stop.
- I would not make you. - You do not like it, I cast it out.
I'm finished with the surface preparations.
How very good.
Er, now... when we paint, this vehicle will fix the colour...
...and then we will decorate your door fit for the Sistine Chapel itself.
So what images will we paint?
Er...
Roses...
for a rose.
Not just flowers, surely?
I've brought a book of old prints with me from the continent.
Old Masters, moderns.
Take your pick.
I'll do the side door, William, you get your rest.
Yes, sir.
Go on.
Betteredge...
- Wait. - Mr Franklin!
I thought we had intruders. What keeps you up so late?
I find I regret giving up tobacco. I pace half the night.
The things we do for love, hmm?
Come, let's go inside, Mr Franklin.
- Penelope? - Miss Rachel.
Out there.
What is it?
You are missing the primo part.
You have other pastimes these days.
We will have time enough to play when Franklin goes.
Try not to rest all your hopes with Franklin, Rachel.
What in him do you object to?
He is not settled, he is not established.
He is a better man for his travels.
My lady, the post.
Better maybe, certainly poorer.
As you yourself said, Franklin Blake is careless with money.
He assures me that his debts are paid.
Your cousin Godfrey writes to accept your invitation
for him to keep your birthday with us.
You liked Godfrey well enough when you invited him.
I like him still.
Shall I help you with that?
I am perfectly capable of wielding my own paint brush.
I know it. I... I merely thought since I'm more familiar with the male form...
I'm more than conversant with the masculine torso.
The day of your arrival is etched on my mind.
Oh, I did not realise I'd made such an impression.
Begging your pardon, sir, the tea you asked for?
Ah, thank you.
You may go.
Let me help you clean that smudge off your face.
Happy birthday, Rachel.
The sun is smiling on you today.
I know.
I've been out picking you a buttonhole.
I should be giving you presents, not the other way about.
You mean you have none?
Now no matter what happens I will be close to your heart.
You do not need a locket for that.
Thank you, Franklin.
Tired still!
Go back to bed, we need you fresh for the party.
I cannot sleep now, and we have more painting to do.
Take some water. The door is done, then?
Thank heavens.
In time for the guests to admire the decoration tonight.
Though, I pray not touch it.
The vehicle takes an age to dry as well as smelling.
Gentlefolks have a very awkward rock ahead in life.
The rock of their own idleness.
Their lives being passed in looking about them for something to do.
It is curious to see how often they take to torturing something
or to spoiling something.
Mr Franklin and Miss Rachel tortured nothing.
No, they simply confined themselves to making a mess...
...and all they have spoilt,
to do them justice, is your dinner and the panelling of a door.
Well, Mr Franklin must away to Frizinghall or the bank will be closed.
Samuel has sent me to tell you a visitor is here for Mr Blake.
Monsieur?
Mr Franklin!
Are you going to fetch the diamond? Hold off till we can get a guard.
If I wait another minute, the bank will have closed.
Then go by Dr Candy's at Frizinghall. He's coming for the party.
Ask him to keep you company on the way home.
But mayhap there's still men out there who await your opportunity.
I have no need of a nursemaid. We have seen no-one in weeks.
Trust me, I will keep it safe.
Mr Franklin...
Er... on the contrary.
I thought you had more integrity than to eavesdrop on my private business.
You lied to me, Franklin. I told my mother your debts were settled.
I have the money. I have but to hand it over.
Which is the part that counts.
I cannot stomach a lie, Franklin. I have been nothing but honest with you.
I do not intend to mislead you. I have to go.
Would you ride away from me? Franklin.
- Cousin Godfrey! - Cousin Rachel.
Felicitations on your natal day.
Cousin Franklin, I thought you still in France.
Please, open it.
- Oh, it's lovely. - Hmm.
Excuse me.
You're not leaving already, cousin? We have ten years to catch up on.
Er, Rachel, I do not want to leave in the middle of a quarrel.
Then don't go.
I'm delighted to have had you call for me, Mr Blake.
It's a lonely road without company.
You are on edge, Mr Blake.
Just tired.
Well, you sleep poorly? A young man like you?
- I've recently given up smoking. - Ah.
It will pass. Come, Dr Candy, we can make better time than this.
Rosanna?
I couldn't finish my work this morning. I came back to complete it.
Well, you can leave it now.
Oh, wait. Have you seen Miss Rachel?
I believe she's in the rose garden, sir, with Mr Godfrey.
I've been waiting for this moment for... many a month.
- Godfrey... - No, no, don't speak,
not until you've heard me out.
If you only knew how happy it makes me to be here with you.
Dare I dream that your heart also sings when we meet?
- Cousin... - Rachel...
Will you honour me, will you bless me by being my wife?
Cousins!
Er... Forgive the interruption but, er...
Rachel, I've been sent to tell you your birthday guests have begun to arrive.
An explorer, how fascinating. Ah!
I too am an explorer, Mr Murthwaite, of the human body,
a man of science, not of geography.
Where or, er, what do you explore?
I have spent much of my adult life travelling through India.
I'm fortunate indeed to be here to keep my goddaughter's 18th.
I've missed so many of the rest.
You must find it very lonely?
On the contrary. I find it most restful.
Oh, my dear Mr Godfrey, I was so hoping to see you here tonight.
Mm, Miss Clack.
You hardly seem yourself.
I have great news of The Mothers' Small Clothes Conversion Society
and The Sunday Sweethearts Supervision Society.
- Well, I cannot wait. - Mmm.
Another gift? Are you asking for this one back?
No.
Why, do you wish to return it?
Mama, Franklin's being most mysterious.
He says he has something to give me but you must be present.
Very well.
What, here?
Where else?
Well, I am but the courier of this present.
It is left to you by our uncle, Colonel John Herncastle.
£20,000?
Well, think of the Christians that could profit
by small clothes for the price of this bauble.
Well, it's carbon, Miss Clack.
Mere carbon, my good friend, after all.
May I?
Oh, of course.
Thank you.
Miss Rachel, in the interests of science,
please donate me your diamond.
- To do what with? - To burn it, of course.
We will first heat it to a high degree
then expose it to a current of air and then, little by little, pfff!
- Oh! - We evaporate the diamond
and save you a world of anxiety about the safekeeping of a valuable stone.
I rather wish you were in earnest, Dr Candy.
Oh, but I am.
I've had my fill of the diamond.
Let somebody who has not tried its magnetism feel the pull.
Oh, Mr Franklin, I mustn't.
Please, you must.
Oh! It's like the light of the harvest moon.
Resisting the draw of the tobacco, Mr Franklin?
Without its soothing influence I am astounded you sleep at all.
It is indeed exquisite.
If ever you accompany me to India, my dear,
I think we'll leave your uncle's gift at home.
With this in hand I know a certain temple in a certain city
where your life would not be worth five minutes' purchase.
Oh.
Well, I think Rachel can rely on me
to protect her in the future, Mr Murthwaite.
- Let me help you, sir. - Help me with what?
You are out of sorts. Your nerves are all out of order.
- What business is it of yours? - Why, my daily business as a doctor.
You need to go through a course of medicine immediately.
A course of medicine, then a course of groping in the dark mean,
in my estimation, one and the same thing.
Constitutionally speaking, Mr Franklin,
you yourself are groping in the dark for sleep
and nothing but medicine will help you to find it.
It is you making me tense, not smoking or otherwise. Out of my way.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I may,
would you all be upstanding for
the beautiful, fascinating Miss Rachel Verinder
on this, the occasion of her 18th birthday.
Now I know Rachel well. She and I have grown up together,
and I hope, in due course, to know her better, which is to say...
...I very much hope Rachel will do be the honour of, er...
Let us forget what has passed, Godfrey, and let us be cousins still.
Thank you.
What do you see in there, Mr Murthwaite? Rachel's future?
I'm no clairvoyant, Mr Blake, I can see nothing.
But your future will be short, my dear, if you hold onto this gem.
What do you mean?
The Moonstone is of inestimable value in India,
not financial, of course, but spiritual.
Its appointed guardians would move heaven and earth to reclaim it.
But this is England, Mr Murthwaite.
If a thousand lives stood between them and the diamond
and they thought they could do it without discovery,
the guardians would take them all.
- What is that? - Rachel, no.
Oh, what devil is this?
Oh, dear Mr Godfrey, your Christian presence is of great relief to me.
Oh. Oh!
Rachel, please.
- Miss Rachel. - Leave me be.
Rachel.
What did you say to them? Why did they stop?
Rachel, perhaps you could play something for our guests?
Dr Candy, might I ask you a favour?
That cannot be chance.
The very same entertainers I saw three weeks ago.
Mr Betteredge, those three fellows are no more entertainers than you or I.
Unless, after long experience, I am utterly mistaken,
those men are high caste Brahmins.
And from what you've told me about the Moonstone tonight, Mr Blake,
I judge that you have had more narrow escapes of your life
than I've had of mine - and that is saying a very great deal.
They have seen the Moonstone in Miss Verinder's hand. What is to be done?
They are its rightful owners. Give it back to them.
I see. You think I've lost my mind?
Send the diamond tomorrow to be cut up at Amsterdam,
make half a dozen diamonds of it.
There is an end of the sacred identity of the Moonstone
- and there is an end of the conspiracy. - Then there is no hope for it.
We must speak to Lady Verinder first thing tomorrow.
What about tonight? Suppose those murderous devils come back?
Now they are found out? No, they will not risk it.
But if you need reassurance, let the dogs loose.
Our canine friends have one great merit, Mr Betteredge.
They are not likely to be troubled with the same scruples you have
about the sanctity of human life.
Can I help you, Doctor?
Lady Verinder has an attack of the migraines.
She seems unusually burdened this evening.
Hosting a party's a taxing business, Dr Candy.
Hopefully this will give her some relief.
- Thank you, Dr Candy. - Are you quite well, Aunt?
That heathen parade outside gives me palpitations still.
I'm in perfect health, Drusilla, I assure you.
Well, perhaps it is time to take our leave.
A stirrup cup before you go, sirs?
Come, sir, we quarrelled earlier, let us not part in bad humour.
- I apologise if I gave offence. - None taken.
Rachel, where shall we put your diamond tonight?
In my Indian cabinet, of course, so it may feel at home.
My dear, your cabinet has no lock to it.
Good heavens, Mama, is this an hotel?
Are there thieves in the house?
Your mother is right. It is of fantastic value, it should be under lock and key.
Let me look after it tonight until we can take it for safekeeping tomorrow.
Who in this house is not our friend?
I will not insult our guests or staff by making them feel suspected.
It will stay with me.
Rachel, come to my room first thing tomorrow morning.
I shall have something to say to you. Good night to you all.
I, er...
We are friends and cousins still, are we not, Godfrey?
Of course. I would want nothing less.
You painted this?
We did.
Good night.
Our quarrel this morning...
I'm sorry, I just...
I didn't want you to think badly of me. I'm sorry I misled you.
And I promise, on my life, I never will again.
Am I forgiven?
It is late. Let us speak in the morning.
James is outside with the carriage. Safe journeys, sirs.
It is not we who are in danger, Betteredge.
Fear not, the guardians will not return tonight. I'd wager my reputation on it.
I sincerely hope you're right, Mr Murthwaite.
I'll go around once again just for good measure.
And, Samuel, set the dogs loose.
The fear of danger is 10,000 times more terrifying
than danger itself when apparent to the eyes.
And we find the burden of anxiety greater by much
than the evil which we are anxious about.
And did you find that to be the case
when you realised what had gone on that night?
Hm. Maybe not, sir. Maybe not.
Help!
Penelope! Help! The Moonstone, it's gone!
Out in the rose garden now is the very man whose help we need.
The great Cuff himself.
I have one remark on handing this case to you.
Rachel Verinder lost the Moonstone. What did you lose?
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll