02x07 - Moonbone

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What's the story you wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such a

big imagination on

such a little path?

What's the story you wishbone?Do you

think it's worth our love?It

kind of seems familiar like a

story from above.

Shake a leg now, Wishfone Let's

wag another tail

Sniffing out adventure With

Wishfone on the drill Come on,

Wishfone

What's the story of Wishfone?

What's the story of Wishfone?

What's the story of Wishfone?

You

know, Emily, the best time to pot

petunias is under a full moon.

It's pretty, too. Yeah.

Sometimes a full moon makes people do the

strangest things.

What's that?

Hello, ladies. Ooh, digging. That looks

like fun. You think that I--

Digging. Digging.

Digging. Digging. Digging.

Berry! Got a berry. Got a berry. Got a

berry.

Got a berry. Berry, berry, berry,

berry, berry, berry, berry, berry, berry!

Emily. Hi, Emily. Hello, Miss

Gilmore. Hi, Miss Gilmore. I brought the

pictures of your garden.

Berry, Berry, Berry, Berry, Berry, Berry,

Berry, Berry, Berry, Berry, Berry, Berry,

Berry, Berry. Sam, these

are wonderful. Need more stuff to bury.

You certainly do have an artistic eye.

Berry Flamingo. Uncle Travis thinks so

too. He wants Sam to take pictures of the

sports exhibit today. And Darryl Johnson

of the Dallas Cowboys is going to be

there. Oh, be sure to let me see the

photos when you're done. I might be able

to use them for the Oakdale Chronicle.

That's great, Miss Gilmore. Wishbone. We

better be going. Bye. Bye. Come on, boy.

Wishbone. We're coming, Joe.

How did I get so dirty?Wishbone. Oh, why

am I so tired?What's gotten into you, boy?

Are you ready to go to Mr. Del Rio's, Joe?

To meet Darrell Johnston. You bet.

Yeah, the moose himself. Moose. Your

uncle has a moose in his store.

Joe, did you take my checkbook for some

reason?No, Mom. I can't find my

checkbook. I can't find my eyeglass case.

I can't find anything. Do you need any

help?No, that's all right. You go ahead.

It's almost as if someone

stole them. Some of Ellen's things

have disappeared. Ah, a real

whodunit. You know, a mystery. And I

love a good mystery. And so did

Wilkie Collins. He wrote the very first

detective novel in 1868. It told the

story of an extraordinary diamond called

the Moonstone.

Collins created a legend about a mystical

diamond of India that was as yellow and

brilliant as the moon. In the novel,

the Moonstone was sacred to the Hindu

Brahmins because it represented the

moon's power. The Brahmins were the Hindu

priests in charge of guarding the

diamond. Collins

began his story when British Colonel John

Herncastle stole the Moonstone during a

skirmish. The Brahmins never gave up

their search for the stolen treasure.

Come on in to dinner, Rosanna. You know

Lady Verinder doesn't like her servant

girls missing their meals. Why must I

always retrieve you from this miserable

spot?I think this

place has laid a spell on me, Mr.

Betteridge.

Do you believe in love at first

sight?Why do

you ask?The man that just arrived,

Mr. Franklin Blake.

I believe he's the most handsome man I've

ever seen. Don't. Be silly,

child. He's in love with Miss Rachel.

Besides, you are a servant. A man like

Mr. Blake is above your station in

life.

I must find a safe place for this blasted

thing. Veteran.

Veteran. I need your help. Yes, Mr.

Blake, I need you to keep something safe

for me. What, Sir?Open the

box.

Is this It's the priceless moonstone.

Yes. How did you come to be in

charge of the wicked Colonel's diamond?

Colonel Herncastle left it to Rachel. My

duty as executor of his will requires

that I deliver it to her on her birthday.

Some say there's a curse on it.

Very well may be. I suspect that I've

been followed and watched in London for

the last three or four days, ever since

the diamond came into my possession. I

fear the Hindu Brahmin will stop at

nothing to recover the moonstone. Did

they follow you to Yorkshire?I'm not

sure, but now you understand why I'm

worried about Rachel's safety and barely

slept these past few days. I will put the

diamond in the safe until the party.

Thank you, Bettridge. Now let me find my

dear Rachel.

Almost finished. All that's missing is a

bird over there in the corner. It's

perfect. Are you feeling more relaxed,

Franklin?Yes, my dear. Much better now

that I'm with you. You're an Angel to

travel so far for my birthday. It's the

best present you could have given me. But

you look tired, Franklin. And we have the

party tonight. I'd lose 1000 nights sleep

for you, Rachel.

How are you feeling, Sir?

Just tired, Betteridge. I'll be all

right. Franklin, old boy,

I hear you haven't been sleeping well.

You must let me prescribe some medication

immediately. Medication. I

don't need your mumbo jumbo, Doctor

Candy. I'm perfectly fine. Mumbo

jumbo, eh

We'll see.

Franklin, old man, can I have a word?What?

Yes. What is it, Colfrey?

Well, you see, Franklin,

I'm in a bit of a financial bind.

Could I possibly travel you for?Godfrey,

you know I never discuss business at the

table. You're staying over tonight. I'll

talk to you in the morning.

Rachel, my love. Happy birthday.

Franklin has a gift from your late Uncle

John.

Rachel, my dear, the Colonel wanted you

to have this many happy returns.

New poster smell.

OK, let's see the moose.

Hey, you guys, come meet Darrell.

Darrell, this is Joe

Talbot and Samantha Kepler. Kids,

meet the moose. Hi. Nice

to meet you. Hi. HiThis is Wishbone.

Hi, Wishbone. That's funny. You don't

look like a moose. Is all this your stuff?

No, it actually belongs to NFL athletes.

I'm taking it to different cities around

the country to promote reading. Wow.

Look at that ring. Actually, that part of

the exhibit does belong to me. You're a

Super Bowl ring. I'd be afraid to take

that off my finger. That's OK. I've got

two more. Hey, Melina, would you mind

keeping an eye on things for a second?I

need to get something from upstairs. OK,

Uncle Travis. Mr. Johnston, can I take it

out of the case to get a better shot?

Sure. Just close it when you're done.

Mr. Johnston, could we get a picture with

you?No problem. Promise me you'll read a

book this week?You bet. Thanks.

Mm-hmm

Wishbone, what are you doing?Barry,

Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry,

Barry. Sam took our picture

with him. He's actually a friend of Mr.

Del Rio's. Mossberry. Mossberry.

Oh, squeaky ball. Barry. Squeaky ball.

Hello. Oh, hi. No one will

find. Oh, no. It's Travis.

Darryl Johnston's Super Bowl ring is

missing from the exhibit. He wants to

talk with you, Sam. Hello. Oh,

tell him I said hi. No, Mr. Del Rio, I

didn't. I'm

so sorry, Mr. Del Rio.

OK, bye. I

guess I was the last person to see the

ring. Can you retrace your

steps and try to remember exactly what

you did?I took the picture of the ring in

the box and then I pulled you over,

remember, to take our picture with Daryl.

Yeah, but I I just can't remember if I

put the ring back in the box. What if we

developed the photos of the exhibit?Maybe

looking at the pictures might give us a

different perspective. A missing

jewel disappeared into thin air, just

like the Moonstone.

Mr. Blake, Mr. Blake, the

Moonstone, it's gone.

After an unsuccessful search for the

diamond, Franklin realized he neededhelp.

Sergeant Cuff, Scotland Yard at your

service, Lady Verinder. Thank you for

coming, Sergeant. You

you have brought in the police.

Where was the diamond last seen?

Nothing's been touched.

Oh, what lovely roses.

One day I'll retire from

catching thieves, try my hand at growing

roses. When was

this door painted?I painted it

yesterday, so it wouldn't have been dry

until about 3:00 in the morning.

I see what you're getting at. Someone

could have smudged it while stealing the

diamond, ladies and gentlemen.

Mr. Blake is correct. This smudge was

definitely caused by a piece of clothing,

I dare say, by someone in this room.

What?Well, that's preposterous.

Then no doubt you wouldn't mind having

your wardrobe searched. Your accusations

are unbelievable, but I have nothing to

hide. And you, Sir?

Certainly. I know for a fact that Godfrey

did not take the diamond. You know this

for a fact. To Mr. Blake,

will you allow your wardrobe to be

searched?Yes, I will do anything to solve

this mystery. And you, Miss Verinder,

will you give your permission?No, I will

not. Miss Verinder, you

refused to have your wardrobe searched,

even though by refusing you hinder the

recovery of the Moonstone. Yes, I

beg you to excuse me. Rachel, please,

what's the matter?You dare to ask

me what's the matter?Was there something

I said?Your daughter

does not seem too interested in

recovering her diamond. I

wonder if you might fetch me a bit of

lemon for my tea. Lady

Verinder, has that girl been in your

employment long?Why do you ask?

The last time I saw her, she was in

prison for theft. You don't suspect

Rosanna, I hope. I don't

suspect any person at

the present time. Mr. Veteran,

is this the English white musk

rose?

There's something strange here in the

background, but I need to enlarge it.

Dark room.

Dig, dig, dig, dig.

Dig, dig.

Berry, Berry,

Berry, Berry.

Wishbone?What?WhatHuh

Wishbone?You stole it?

No, no, I didn't steal anything. Did

I?

Where'd all these holes come from?I

wonder who's been digging here. It

could be anywhere. Mr. Del Rio's never

going to forgive me. Why would Wishbone

take it in the 1st place?Every now and

then he goes on a digging crate. I do.

Buries everything in sight. Must

be the full moon. Yeah, right. I

I didn't have anything to do with it. I

mean, come on. I mean, do I look like the

kind of a dog who would bury everything

inside?Oh, this is just how Franklin

Blake felt when he got his own shocking

surprise.

Franklin had no idea who could have been

behind the Moonstone's theft until he

received a letter and a map.

What can it mean, Bettridge?

Down here.

I've got something.

My night girl. What in the world is it

doing here, Mr. Blake?

Look, it has a pain stain.

Oh. No, Betridge, the letter.

It makes sense now. I have a

confession to make, Sir.

I love you, even though your

heart is devoted to Miss Rachel.

But if you follow this map, you will see

what I've done for the love of you, Mr.

Blake. Now there's nothing to tie you to

the crime. I hope I've done right,

and that you'll think of me kindly.

Poor Rosanna. And that's why Rachel

won't speak to me. She too must think

I've stolen the diamond. Betridge.

I have no memory of it.

His pulse is quite high. He's had

quite a shock.

Can it be that he stole the

Moonstone but has no recollection of it?

Franklin, the night of Rachel's

party. Do you remember if you slept

well?Yes.

Now that I think of it, I did. I

have a confession to make. We argued

that night. Do you remember?I said you

needed medication to sleep. Well,

to prove my point, I I slipped

a bit of sleeping potion into your drink.

Sleeping potion. It was a dreadful

joke. But a side

effect of the potion sometimes is

sleepwalking. Were you concerned about

the diamond when you went to bed?

Absolutely. I felt it wasn't safe in

Rachel's jewelry chest.

But what is to be done about it now?Well,

if you'll agree to try a bold experiment,

I feel we may not only clear you, but

recover the diamond as well. Are you

willing to put yourself in the state you

were in the night of the theft?To find

the diamond and clear my name?Absolutely.

It would seem, Miss Verinder, that Doctor

Candy believes he can sort this whole

thing out. I feel we should

recreate Mr. Blake's mental state and

surroundings as they were the night of

the party. If we give him the potion

again, he might do exactly what he did

the night the Moonstone was stolen.

Betteridge, may I?

How are you feeling, dear boy?Horrible.

Excellent. Now try to place

your mind in the same state it was the

night of the theft. Now we just have to

wait.

Moonstone. Not safe.

Rachel's birthday.

Brahman.

Must put down in a safe place.

Protect Rachel.

Take Diamond out of Rachel's cabinet.

Must protect Rachel from Brahm.

Oh,

Franklin, you were

sleepwalking that night.

I saw him take the diamond. I

decided if he needed it that badly, he

could have it, but he could

no longer have my love.

Franklin, I'm so sorry I ever doubted

you.

That's all well and

good, but we still

have a missing diamond.

This time I'd like to propose an

experiment.

Wishbone. This is every hole in our yard.

Where is it, boy?My food bowl. I'm

out of control. There's no telling what

I'll bury next. Joe, quick. Lock me up

before I dig again. I was thinking

maybe if we gave him another ring box,

his instincts would lead him to the right

hole. Nothing else has worked.

Let's try. No.

Must resist urge to

bury.

Berry. Berry. Berry. Gotta berry. Berry.

Barry, something. Barry. Sam. Barry.

What's he doing?It's OK, Miss Gilmore.

Barry. Barry. Oh, good boy. Wishbone.

HuhWhat?Oh, you found it. Oh, great.

Hopefully.

What do we do now?We have to tell

Mr. Del Rio. Oh, I feel so

awful. Will

you come with me?

Oh, Wishbone.

I feel so guilty and dirty. I've got to

find that ring for Sam.

Wishbone. Sorry, Emily, can't

talk. Looking for a moose ring. Play

pirates with me, Wishbone. Emily, I

really don't have. Oh, is that a ginger

snap?Oh, good stuff.

Oh, yeah. Hey, what else is in here?I

smell something familiar. Wishbone. You

can't eat buried treasure.

See, Emily, you have the ring. Any

luck,

guys?We found the box, but not the ring.

Mr. Del Rio, I feel terrible. It's all my

fault. So Emily must have seen me bury

the ring and then she dug it up after I

left. What did I tell the guys?Hey,

Travis. Hey, what's this, Wishbone?Hey, I

want to tell you something. Listen, Emily

must have seen me bury the ring and then

she dug it up after I left. Oh, Wishbone,

you found the ring. Where was it, boy?

Well, let's just say a pirate swiped it.

I'm not letting this out of my sight. I

wonder how he found it.

Good old-fashioned police work, Travis.

Good old-fashioned police work.

I've managed to find out that the diamond

is being kept in this bank and will be

claimed today. I

warrant not only will the Brahmins be

here, but they'll reveal the thief

to us.

Mr. Blake, look.

Godfrey. How could he?

He was there the night of Rachel's

party. He

obviously heard you, Mr. Blake, when

you stirred from your bed.

He then followed you, watched you take

the diamond from Rachel's cabinet. Then

he took the diamond from you while you

slept.

Must have been too much temptation.

Why you yourself said he told you he was

in terrible debt.

Sergeant Cuff's deduction proved true.

Godfrey did steal the diamond. However,

the Brahmins quickly took it from him.

Franklin Blake never went after the

Brahmins, for he knew the Moonstone

rightfully belonged to them. It was

restored to its proper place, and the

curse was lifted.

No more obsessive behavior for the little

dog. No, Sir. Tennis ball.

Tennis ball.