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03 Sherlock Holmes And The
Voice Of Terror English

Germany broadcasting,

Germany broadcasting.

People of Britain,
greetings from the Third Reich.

This is the voice you
have learned to fear.

This is the Voice of Terror.

Again, we bring you disaster,
crushing humiliating disaster.

It is folly to stand against
the mighty wraith of the Fuhrer.

Do you need more testimony
of his invincible might

to bring you to your knees?

Very well.

Are you ready
Operative Number 7?

This is the Voice of Terror.

The secret air-plane factory
somewhere in England.

Listen, screams of the dying
can still be heard.

This is the Voice of Terror.

Are you there people of Britain
shivering in your cellars?

Listen Operative 41.

The fuse is lighted.

Oil to fuel your Navy,
to feed your tanks,

there it goes up in smoke
by the millions of gallons.

This is the Voice of Terror.

Do you still believe that there are
secrets unknown to the Fuhrer?

Listen, tonight at 7:10

an important diplomat boarded a train
at a little station outside Liverpool.

Each split second
is accounted for.

The rails divide,

the train hurtles
through the air,

the diplomat will make
no report in London.

This is the Voice of Terror.

Englishmen, do you
still await your doom

in your stupid,
stuffy little clubs?

It will come, I promise you.

Operative 23, the time is now.

We strike you on the high
seas as well as on the land.

This is the Voice of Terror.

Englishmen, the Fuhrer strikes
you now as he pleases.

Water pours through your greatest
dams smashing everything before it,

even as our invincible armies
roar toward their objectives.

"Despite the effective work done
by the Intelligence Inner Council,."

Jailing fifth columnists
and saboteurs,

despite their efficiency in
coordinating military strategy

based on information
of enemy movements,

they seem unable to cope
with the Voice of Terror.

"Already six military
catastrophes have occurred."

The unmitigated nerve
of the press.

Now they're attacking us.

Blast the fellow
to kingdom come.

If only we could keep this
insidious stuff off the air.

I'm not sure
that I agree with you.

What purpose would that serve?

Well, the people
wouldn't have to listen to it.

I've been talking to Crosbie,
the radio technician,

if we want him jammed
off the air Crosbie can do it.

I've been working
along other lines.

I've asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes
to come here.

- What?
- Sherlock Holmes?

This isn't a case for a private
detective. It's a matter of state.

In this emergency we should take
advantage of everyone's peculiar gifts.

Mr. Holmes is the most subtle
and extraordinary

private Investigator
of our time.

Are you intimating that the army and
navy intelligence plus Scotland Yard

are not equal to the occasion,
Sir Evan?

I'm sure they're equal
to any occasion.

They've done a marvellous job
of lining up fifth columnists,

saboteurs, and keeping us informed
of the enemy's movements.

But the Voice of Terror
seems to have them stumped.

Sherlock Holmes may have a new
approach that will solve the problem.

What's happened inside these
walls has always been secret.

We don't want
any outsiders here.

I'm positively and irrevocably opposed
to calling in Sherlock Holmes.

Perhaps you'll change your mind.

I see nothing whatever
to make me do so.

Prentiss is right.

For ordinary criminal investigation
Holmes is excellent but not for this.

He's unorthodox and theatrical.
I can tell you all about him.

Gentlemen,

perhaps I can throw some light
on the subject myself.

Holmes, how are you?
So good of you to come.

Good afternoon, Sir Evan.

Your card opened all doors.

Blauser,

you've put on a little weight
since you left school.

You don't look any younger
yourself, Dimples.

How are you?

Fine. Come in, would you.

You know these gentlemen?

I think so. How do you do?

I haven't had that pleasure.

May I introduce my friend
and associate, Dr. Watson?

- Hello.
- How do you do?

I'm afraid I've arrived
at an embarrassing moment.

Not at all.

- This gentleman here...
- Admiral Sir John Prentiss,

Admiral Prentiss objects most
strongly to my being called in.

- How could you possibly infer that?
- From the carpet.

Carpet?

A man who rises from his chair

and digs his heels sternly into the
carpet is violently opposed to something,

and the Admiral being quite distressed
by the criticisms of the Press

would be most apt
to resent my intrusion.

Well.

You've just arrived
from Seven Oaks.

Yes, of course. I...

How on earth did you know that?

Pardon my mentioning it but
adhering to your left boot heel

is a type of clay known
only in Seven Oaks.

An amazing piece of deduction.

Elementary, my dear Barham.

Here's a broadcast of
the Voice of Terror.

Greetings from the Third Reich.

Are you listening stout fellows
across The Channel?

Are you listening you little
body of incompetent men

known as the Inner Council?

Today a new thrill,

a new proof of the invincibility
of the Fuhrer.

Right now a packed express train
laden with British troops and nurses

is speeding across England.

In just one moment
it will leave the rails forever,

crashing twisted metal,
the cries of the dying...

They can't, they wouldn't dare.

It's impossible.
They couldn't have...

men are laughing, joking.

That one in the third car
reads a letter from home.

It is the last letter
he will ever receive.

The train is rounding a curve.

Its whistle is screaming.

Farewell it is saying, farewell.

You have just heard an exact
reproduction of the way it sounds,

the way it must actually be.

The hearts of the
German people bleed

that innocent men and
women have to be killed

because your stupid...

Shore speaking.

Have you any news of
the Liverpool Express?

Time and time
again offered in peace.

But if you're blundering war cabinet
cannot see that England is already lost,

that it is our sacred German
duty to prove it to them

over and over and over

until they are on their knees
begging, pleading, grovelling

for the exquisite mercy
of our Fuhrer.

Each night the
Voice of Terror will announce...

Shut it off.

Stop it.

Even as you listen and you...

I'm sorry.

Do what you can, Holmes.

This frightful thing
has got to be stopped.

His son was on that train.

How did they find out
about the troops?

It was an absolute secret.

Gentlemen, something must be
done about this thing at once.

Yes.

First of all then, the voice
must not be blocked off the air.

But he's a menace.

All over the empire this
horrible news is broadcast,

blown up out of all proportions.

The world is beginning
to believe it.

Even our allies are
counting England out.

People are frightened,
panicking.

The British people
are not so easily panicked.

It's dangerous I tell you
to let this thing go on.

Dangerous, yes, Captain Shore,

but we must continue to listen.

What for, so that we can
keep on guessing who it is?

His identity is not important.

The important thing is

the purpose behind
this campaign of terror.

The purpose indeed.

Isn't it enough that our
most secret plans are known,

our ships are being destroyed,
our trains wrecked?

I'm convinced that these
disasters are only a prelude,

a smoke screen,

to cover up
a more diabolic plan,

and I intend to find out
what that plan is.

This Council and Scotland Yard will
give you all the aide you require.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, my connection with this
case must remain absolutely secret.

- You understand that, of course?
- Why certainly.

You will let the council know at
all times just what you're doing.

I shall give you such information
as I think wise to disclose

in the interests of safety,

both the public's and your own.

The Inner Council has never
shared its secrets with anyone.

I demand that you keep us informed
of your activities and progress.

Come along, Watson.

Mr. Holmes,

I want to apologize for your
rather lukewarm reception here.

Well, thank you, Sir Evan.

I'm used to the chilly
atmosphere of high places.

- Of course, you recognize the importance of time.
- Quite.

And results.

Mr. Lloyd, I'm quite sure that
Mr. Holmes can be trusted not to fail.

He never has, you know.

Why thank you, Watson.
The word is seldom.

- Good-bye, Sir Evan.
- Good-bye, sir.

- Good-bye, Barham.
- Good-bye, Watson.

Holmes, should we walk
from here or take a taxi?

I'm afraid we have no choice.

Huh?

You know, Watson,

I have a feeling that when we go out
of that door a girl will be waiting.

A girl? What do you mean?

A young lady whom neither of
us has ever seen before

will come forward to greet us.

Holmes, now you're
pulling my leg again.

- Mr. Holmes, I'm Jill Grandis.
- How do you?

This is my friend, Dr. Watson.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- I've been assigned to drive you around.
- Thank you.

Good gracious me.

- Where do you wish to go?
- Baker street.

I know, 221 B.

Come on, Watson.
Hurry up old fellow.

Holmes, the girl waiting,
what an extraordinary thing.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

No, no, no.
It's an amazing deduction.

How on earth
did you arrive at it?

- Barham told me.
- What?

Oh.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Hudson.

Just giving her a bit of a clean,
now that we're on a case again.

See, the joints are a bit rusty
like mine, you know.

Is he back on a case again?

Case? It's the greatest case
of his... of our career.

Oh, mercy it always is.

Holmes.

- I say Holmes.
- What?

Well, if you ask me
it's disgraceful,

Beethoven's Fifth?

Not at all, it's very good.

- Sir Ronald Hedley is conducting very well tonight.
- I don't mean the concert.

- No?
- England is in danger.

Heaven knows what
frightful disaster is happening

and you sit there calmly
listening to the wireless.

Music has charms, very restful.

- That's got nothing to do with the whole...
- Nonsense my dear Watson,

it may have a great deal
to do with it.

Oh really? I don't see what.

BBC Request Station,
this is Sherlock Holmes.

I understand you
play recordings.

Would you mind playing
Beethoven's Fifth

conducted by Sir Ronald Hedley?

Thank you very much.

- But you just heard it.
- I like it.

Oh.

We've had a request for the
Beethoven Fifth Symphony

played by the
London Symphony Orchestra

under the direction of
Sir Ronald Hedley.

This is a transcription.

Well, Holmes,
what's the lullaby?

Hmm? I say, Holmes,
you don't think...

Shh.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes, Gavin?

I... I...

Christopher.

Dead?

Yes.

Its been driven in
with a lot of force.

Watson, this is a warning.

Warning? How do you know?

I had sent to Gavin
to get certain information

that he must have found

there in the dark and
sinister alleys of Limehouse.

He came with his message

but someone doesn't want me
to hear, someone determined

and dangerous.

What's the good
of a warning of danger

if you don't know from
what or from whom?

That we have to discover.

This knife was thrown by the tip

from a distance of about 50
feet from a man about 5' 10".

Steady, Holmes.

Elementary, no fingerprints.

But the distance
and the man's height?

The angle of entry

and the force with which
it penetrated the victim.

But Holmes, what do you suppose he
meant when he said Christopher?

We must find out at once.
Come along, Watson.

Hmm?

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, I saw a fellow
lurking about your steps and I...

Blimey, he won't lurk no more.

Phone the Yard
and take care of it, Dobson.

Very good, sir.

- How did it happen?
- Haven't time now.

Get your coat on, Watson,
we're going out.

No, no, no.
Holmes, you promised.

Oh.

- Look, where are we going?
- Limehouse.

It certainly was wise
to let Ms. Grandis go.

This is no place for a girl
or anyone else.

Yes, but there seem
to be people about.

Even Ms. Grandis.

If I'm not mistaken
she's keeping an eye on us.

You're Mr. Sherlock Holmes
ain't you?

Yes.

I wouldn't come down here
if I was you.

This is Limehouse

and we don't fancy your sort
of bloke in these parts.

The fellow is absolutely right.
Hadn't we better be...

Quiet, Watson.

This is still a free country.

A man may walk where he pleases.

And live to regret it.

Live, yes.
Regret it, I think not.

Step back.

Come on, Watson.

- Unfriendly one.
- Unspeakably.

What was that, Holmes?

It's all right, quiet.

I can't see a thing.

Luckily for us neither can they.

Apparently the enemy
has found out

that we've joined forces
with the government.

What makes you think that?

This knife

like the knife
which killed Gavin.

It was thrown by a
former student of Dr. Hamburg.

It's a German knife.

The knife throwers of Hamburg
are extremely expert.

I say, Holmes, can't we come
back in the daytime?

- Certainly not.
- I don't think we're safe.

No one in the world is safe now,
Watson, at least of all us.

Don't tell me that you
don't recognize me.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

- I got to especially angry lot here tonight.
- I'll take my chances.

I can't keep you out,
Mr. Holmes, but...

Where is the girl Kitty,
Gavin's sweetheart?

His wife.

Can you get her? It's urgent.

I'll try.

Holmes, I don't think
I like this place much.

I'll, just sit here
if you don't mind.

I think you'll recognize me,
Mr. Holmes,

if you look hard enough.

Camperwell.

You got a long memory like me.

Doutan murder 1932.

Of course, I sent you up.

I say, Holmes,
don't you think we better be...

Store your gab!

For ten long years I've been
sitting down there in Dartmoor.

For the whole ten years one thing
has been praying on me my mind.

Only one?

Just one.

Someday I'll be getting out of
here I kept saying to myself,

and when I do someday I'm gonna come
face to face with Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

- And now you are.
- And now I am.

Just who was it
told you it was me

that slit the throat
of that swine Doutan?

I want an answer.

You told me.

Me?

On the windowsill you left four
infinitesimal pieces of ash

from a particularly
revolting kind of tobacco

which you were known to use.

The knife blade was sharpened
by a left-handed man.

You signed your name
to the crime.

So, that's what.

Exactly, very careless.

Careless.

It was criminal, I calls it.

I ought to be shot.

Perhaps someday you will be.

You can put your revolver
away now, Watson.

Hmm, well, Holmes,
you never know.

Where is Gavin?

Sit down, Kitty.

Where is he?

You've got him into trouble.

What have you done to him?

Take it easy, Kitty.

Gavin's dead.

Dead?

Oh, it ain't possible.

Well, I was with him
only two hours ago.

- You're trying to frighten me.
- No, I'm not, Kitty.

It's you, you killed him.

I warned him
to stay away from you.

I knew you'd do him in.

I had nothing to do with it,
Kitty.

Well, who did then, who did?

He was knifed on my doorstep.

I'm sorry.

I'm deeply in his debt.

And before he died
he said one word,

"Christopher."

You know what it means?

I've got to know.

What's that to me?

You want to avenge
Gavin's death, don't you?

I want nothing to do with it,
nor with you.

I never had any dealings with the
police and I won't start now.

I'm not asking this for myself.

Our country,
England is at stake.

Gavin was killed not by his
own enemies, not even mine,

but the enemies of England.

Oh, so that's it.

Yes, Kitty,
the Nazis killed him.

Help me to find out what
"Christopher" means

and I promise the man who
murdered Gavin shall pay for it.

Think, Kitty.

The cut-throats of the world
menace us all.

You can help stop this savagery.

Yes, you Kitty.

It would take the police weeks,
months perhaps,

to find out a certain piece
of information we must have.

That's not so
with you and your friends.

You know every nook
and corner of London.

Get them to help us.

We need their help.

Your friends will become
an army.

You understand?

Secret, invisible, and mighty,

and you will be at the head,
Kitty.

You will be their leader.

Grimes, do you know what
"Christopher" means?

Duggan, do you know?

Duggan, listen to me.

I ain't got no time
to listen to you, girly.

But you got to listen.

Someone killed Gavin, I don't know
who, but you got to help me find out.

All right, don't help me then.

Cut your own throats,
that's what you're doing.

Help me or help the Nazis.

Sure, the Nazis killed Gavin.

They might be your friends
protecting 'em the way you are.

Don't you know that all the crimes
they commit are being blamed on you?

Well, they are,
and I hope you hang for them.

You can have 'em.

For me I'm British
and I'm proud of it.

Nobody is gonna call me a Nazi
and get away with it.

Well, help me then. Tell me
what "Christopher" means.

- Never heard of it.
- Well, don't anybody know?

Its got to mean something.

Speak up if you know what
it is. Let's have it.

Don't mean a thing to me.

You gonna creep in the corners
all your life?

Are you gonna sneak away at the
very sight of a man like this

and show him what cowards
you are?

What are you afraid of?

I'm not asking this for myself.
England is at stake.

Your England
as much as anyone else's.

About time to think about
whose side we're on.

There's only one side, England,

no matter how high
or how low we are.

You, you, you and you,
we're all on the same team.

We've all got the same goal,
victory!

- Now you're talking.
- What do you want to know?

Spread out all over London

but find out what
"Christopher" means.

We'll find out,
no fear about that.

Thank you, Kitty.

Well done, my dear.

Shaw speaking.

Yes, Ms. Grandis.

That checks with my report.

No, Ms. Grandis,

Sir Evan hasn't arrived yet.

Yes, thank you.

Ms. Grandis reports that Holmes spent
some time at the Air Ministry today.

That checks with my information.

Last night a murder
and a session in Limehouse.

- I wonder what the fellow...
- He's here now.

I don't think I need to report
on my activities, gentlemen.

You seem fairly well informed.

We have our methods, Holmes.

There only remains for you to
share what's been accomplished.

All in good time, Mr. Lloyd.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening, Sir Evan.

What's the matter?
You look pale.

Oh, it's nothing, I...

Barham, your hand.

Let's have a look at it, Barham.

Oh, it's really nothing,
just an accident.

What sort of an accident.

Some fellow took a shot at me
just as I was leaving the house.

- Took a shot at you?
- It's only a scratch.

Odd thing to have happen.

Have you any idea who it was?

No, I haven't.

He popped up out of the bushes
just as I was getting into my car,

fired once, then disappeared.

What do you make of it, Watson?

Bullet wound.

Congratulations.

- This is a matter for the police.
- Oh, no, please.

I could never identify him.
Let's forget it.

Captain Shaw.

People of Britain, greetings.

Is it shock you need?

Very well,
we Nazis can produce them

'til Britain's proud head is
in the dust where it belongs.

People of London,
look out of your windows,

you will see your promised
disaster written across the skies.

Lawford,
turn out the lights please.

Look to the east end
of your docks.

Are you alert, Number 20?

Look, Britain, look,
and wonder, and despair.

We Nazis keep our promises.

There's a terrible
fire in the east end.

American bombers, tanks,
gone, destroyed utterly.

The flames are mounting
higher and higher and higher.

Now the glare must be visible

even to the short-sighted leaders
of your bewildered government.

Mark well the towering fires

they consume your
new planes from America,

your meagre store of tanks,

your puny munitions,

and your food.

Planes that were your only defence
against our all powerful Luftwaffe.

Tanks and munitions
that you prayed would hold

against the magnificent
50-ton German land monsters

which will soon be crashing
through your very houses.

- Food...
- Turn it off.

Gentlemen, this is really
a terrible setback.

How do they find out
our secrets?

It's horrible, the way it's
timed, the precision of it.

It's not so precise.

- Almost precise.
- What do you mean?

- I should call it exact.
- No,

the fires actually broke out
some time before the voice

called to his operative
in London.

Jove, that's true.

And last time,
the train disaster,

Captain Shore was on
the telephone immediately

and Scotland Yard
knew all about it.

The derailment must have occurred
at least 10 minutes earlier.

That's certainly possible.

Even so, what of it?

No mystery,
nothing supernatural,

just split second
planning that's all,

days, perhaps weeks in advance.

Very well figured out, Holmes.
It gets us a step forward.

Now gentlemen,
let's take a step even further.

I have charted here
the total differences

between actual and
transcribed broadcasts.

Using this test I'm convinced
that the Voice of Terror

is undoubtedly recorded
and played from a record.

What does that prove?

It proves that the Voice of Terror,
the man himself,

is not in Germany.

He's here in England.

- Oh, that's impossible.
- What are you telling us, Holmes?

He can't be.

Our technicians insist the
broadcast originated in Zeisberg.

And so they do from recordings
flown to Zeisberg.

It's impossible Holmes.

- You can't expect anyone to believe that.
- It can't be done.

Thanks to the Royal Air force I have
some rather curious information

that at regular intervals six
Nazi bombing planes come over

and drop their deadly cargoes
on non-military objectives,

a meadow or a sheep fork.

That's nonsense.
The Nazis aren't fools.

- They don't waste ammunition.
- Of course not.

Then what's the purpose?

To divert attention
from the fact that

a single plane breaks formation
each time it disappears.

But why?

Gentlemen, that lone plane
picks up plans, maps,

secret military information, and the Voice
of Terror's timed and recorded speech,

and flies them to Germany.

I can hardly believe it.

- Sensational if true.
- It's incredible.

Fantastic.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes.

- There's a person outside asking.
- A lady?

- Um...
- Ask her to come in.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I must leave at once.

Where are you going?

That must remain a secret
even from this council.

I object to this, Mr. Holmes.

You're here against my wishes.

Since you are here I demand
to know what's being done.

As I've already told you,
Mr. Lloyd,

I shall report to this council
at the proper time.

And so, gentlemen,
until we meet again,

as I hope we will,

take no unnecessary risks.
We're all in grave danger.

- Come along, Watson.
- Coming.

Stick.

Holmes,
I think we're being followed.

Yes, I know, it's Lloyd.

Lloyd, how do you know?

He's so obvious about it.

Good evening, Mr. Lloyd.

You going our way?

I intend to find out
what you're doing.

Even to the point
of following me?

This is our business, you know,
as well as yours.

All right, come along.

This is the place.

Seems deserted.

Its been deserted for years.

Not very securely locked.

Fortunate, isn't it?

Water?

It's the river.

This is part of the
old Christopher docks.

- Never heard of them.
- Christopher?

- I say, Holmes, isn't that the word that Gavin...
- Quiet, Watson.

Oh, sorry.

I've almost forgotten.

They were built before Victoria.

Oh, rat.

Good evening, gentlemen.

I knew your curiosity would
be your undoing, Mr. Holmes.

You were expecting me then?

Yes.

I had hoped that the entire
council might have come.

It would have been a pleasure
to deal with all of them,

quietly and effectively.

Eventually, they all will
be taken care of.

However, Mr. Lloyd
is quite a catch

and will have to suffice
for the moment.

What do you intend
to do with us?

Were it not the time is so pressing
we might first put you on trial.

On trial for what?

Crimes against the Third Reich,

misguided efforts to wreck
our inevitable victory.

Mr. Lloyd, your super
British patriotism,

your blundering, but sometimes effective
intelligence efforts are well-known.

We have quite a score against
you which will be settled.

Dr. Watson,

a fair physician no doubt
but of no consequence.

To our stupid British minds,
every life is a consequence.

A quaint notion of
an even quainter nation.

We are not like that.

We know that only the powerful
are worthy of respect.

Let our records speak for us.

- Your records speaks, its brilliant.
- Thank you.

A brilliant record of rapacity,

cruelty, torture,
deceit and murder.

Murder?

Gesundheit.

Thank you.

Cold?

It's a little chilly in here.

I'm sorry you're uncomfortable.

My discomfort is
of no consequence.

Your false courage is not
impressive, Mr. Holmes.

Of course, you realize that you and
your friends are going to die?

As all men must sooner or later.

Not later, now.

Put 'em up and keep them up.

- Good work, boys.
- It's a pleasure, sir.

All right then. Line 'em up
there against the wall.

Come on, get going.

Come on, get over there.

He got away.

Most unfortunate.

- I must blame myself severely.
- I should think you might, Holmes.

If you hadn't been so
stupid and mysterious,

allowed Scotland Yard to give
you adequate protection,

the man would never
have escaped.

No, he never would.
Most regrettable.

Gesundheit.

Keep quiet.

- Take your hands off me!
- Don't be a fool.

Do you want to bring
the whole force here?

So that was it, aye?

Quite a haul.

It's mine.

Go ahead, your friends, the police,
are undoubtedly still out there.

There isn't a better hideout
in all London.

This will quiet your nerves.

The tea has got cold again.

You've been playing that
thing all the afternoon,

fiddling while Rome burns.

Hello, what's this?

"General J. Lawford, KCBDSO
and Captain Ronald Shaw MC,"

who today narrowly escaped
being struck

by a falling wall
in a bombed area.

"Lawford and Shaw,
by a falling..."

Holmes, you don't think that...

- It was not an accident.
- Good heavens.

Holmes, that sinister-looking
fellow, what's his name, Meade,

- if only he hadn't got away.
- Yes,

difficult as it was
I managed to let him escape.

You let him escape?
But great Scott man,

he was about to kill us.

He may even yet.

I don't understand you, Holmes.

It's my theory that this chap
Meade is the arch-criminal

and that he's behind
the whole thing.

You're absolutely right,
Watson, except for one thing.

Well then I'm wrong.

Have you observed that a
highly secret military plan

is thwarted by each
of these disasters?

Yes, I have
now that you mention it.

Watson, there's a leak.

A leak? You mean in the Council?

But Holmes, that's impossible.

Anything is possible
until proved otherwise.

Lets see, who's in the Council.

Lawford and Shaw,

they're above suspicion,
their record proves that.

Anyhow, they were attacked.

Unsuccessfully.

There's Prentiss.
Would he kill his own son?

Doesn't seem likely
and yet the boy is dead.

Barham, of course,
brought you into the case.

So, it's quite obvious
that he wants it solved.

- Most patriotic of Sir Barham.
- I say, he's a great fellow.

Played wing three-quarter for the school
my last term, so I can vouch for him.

Besides he was attacked too,
shot at.

So I gather.

How about Lloyd?

No, can't be him.

Meade was gonna kill him
as well as us.

By the way,
he's a brave fellow, Lloyd.

- Did you notice that he didn't turn a hair?
- Very composed.

Come in.

- Mr. Holmes.
- Yes, Kitty?

I think now we'll be able to get
some information from Mr. Meade.

- Your plan worked like a charm.
- I knew you could do it.

Oh, it's not so hard
once your mind is make up,

- and mine is.
- You'll be careful.

She better be, she's mixed up
with that fellow.

I'll be careful all right.

- I'm going through with this.
- Good girl.

- I heard him talking on the phone today.
- Yes.

He said, "I'll take care of that little
Seven Oaks matter at 11:00 tonight."

Seven Oaks, isn't that where...

Barham has a country place.

Watson, there's not a moment
to lose!

If I find out that Meade
did kill Gavin I'll...

Yes, he'll be punished.

I warned you, no one was safe
with that fellow at large.

Now he's off to Barham.

Yes, I only hope were in time.

Come along, Kitty.

- I'll get you a taxi.
- Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Do you think you
ought to go out alone, sir?

Worrying about that
escaped German agent, huh?

He threatens to kill
the entire Council, sir.

Come Smithson, we took bigger
chance than this in the trenches.

Have you forgotten?

I know, sir,
but we were younger then

and there were
no such thing as Nazis.

I'm ready for him.

I understand, sir.

You have driven Sir Evan down here
before of course, Ms. Grandis.

Quite often. He comes down
whenever he can.

He's a local Air raid Warden,
you know.

Likes to get away from the
excitement occasionally, huh?

Yes. It's so very quiet here.

Quiet and remote,

away from everyone.

Yes? Oh, Ms. Jill.

It's all right, Smithson.
Where is Sir Evan?

- On his rounds, Miss.
- Which way?

Down that lane of trees, sir.

I'll go.

You stay here. You too, Watson.

Hello there, Barham.

Holmes, what on earth
are you doing out here?

- I've been worried about you.
- Yes?

That fellow Meade appears
to be in the neighbourhood.

Do you mind if I go along with
you? I'd feel better about it.

Not at all,
I'd appreciate the company.

You know,
it gets quite lonesome,

especially on a night like this.

By the way, do you feel
you're getting any nearer

a solution of this
terrible business?

Yes, yes, the end is in sight.

Really? Well, would you mind
telling me?

- Listen, air raid sirens.
- Yes.

Coming our way.

Yes.

But I don't seem to hear
any planes.

Wait a minute, I can.

Look, there's one,
she's coming right over.

There she is.

- Ours or theirs?
- Theirs.

Holmes, she's coming in
for a landing.

- The swine.
- That's the pick-up plane.

The Voice must be here close by.

Then we've got him.

Barham, be careful!

I can't understand you, Holmes.
Why didn't you help me?

- We almost had him.
- You're too impatient, Barham.

My patience is exhausted.
This has got to stop.

Thought you would have solved the
whole thing long before this.

What happened?
Was that a Nazi plane?

Yes, I saw the
filthy swastika myself.

Great Scott!

Took a shot at him
but he got away.

Meade also got away.

Well, I better go report this.

We'll go with you,
Come along, Watson.

You needn't bother.
I can take care of myself.

My dear fellow,
there's no use taking chances.

I'm afraid you're a marked man
as long as Meade is at large.

Come on.

Ah, you're a fine one leaving
me along half the night.

Do you think I like it?

I want to go out
and have some fun.

Don't bother me.

Said you were gonna let me
work with you.

Someday you'll come back
and I won't be here.

Where would you go?

That's my business.

Maybe you'll be waiting here
next time and I won't come back.

Don't talk like that.

I'm sorry, Kitty.

You seem sort of
different lately.

Anything the matter?

Maybe the next time you see me

I'll be in a position
of authority, of power,

no longer hiding in the dark,

giving the orders,
not taking them.

What do you say to that?

You're drunk.

Drunk?

Yes.

When I was a boy
I dreamed a dream.

I was dressed in armour,

shining blue-Gray armour.

I rode on a horse
through the streets

where the people
cheered hailing me.

I rode over the bodies
of underlings

prostrated before me.

Their blood ran out
along the gutters like a river.

What if this was no dream?

What if it was prophecy?

What if all this comes to pass?

Well, something must have
happened to you.

Yes, Kitty,

something that you're
going to share with me.

Get your coat, hurry.

Got plenty of petrol?

- Enough.
- Start driving.

Where's Holmes?

- He'll be here I'm sure.
- It's starting now.

Here he is.

You're almost late.

I had to go to Dunham Street.

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen,

your favourite broadcaster,
the Voice of Terror,

coming to you from Zeisberg.

Tonight I have something
special for you.

Where are you weakest you
weakening people of Britain?

Consider well.

Is it lack of food?

Is it your sturdy leadership,

faulty ammunition,
scarcity of shipping,

lack of raw materials?

Do you know that despite
all your great efforts

your coasts are
inadequately defended?

Especially one coast,
and there we shall strike

swiftly, terribly,
tomorrow at sunrise.

In a special broadcast at that
time I shall describe the carnage.

Turn it off.

- What does he mean?
- What kind of threat is this?

Remember, all our reports
for the last few weeks

have indicated abnormal enemy
activity on the coast of Norway.

Hmm, that means an attack in
force on our north-east coast.

Then that's where we must concentrate
all our forces immediately.

They'll never bring it off
now that we know.

This time the Voice is boasting.

Perhaps, but so far
he's made good his boasts.

What have you done to stop it?

- Shilly-shelling about while these crimes continue.
- This is the last straw.

We must prevent this all-out
attack at any cost.

Sir Evan is right.

All our available resources
must be rushed immediate.

Withdraw material
from elsewhere?

If need be, yes.

This calls for action
and lots of it.

There's something curious
about this broadcast.

He said "Tomorrow."

Always before it was "Now."

I wonder what it means?

There's no time to wonder
at this point.

Mr. Holmes, your methods
have got us nowhere.

The situation demanded action
and got none.

Mr. Lloyd, I think I know
when action should be taken.

Nevertheless,
we take charge now.

This is a crisis
you can't hope to deal with.

- A man to see you, Mr. Holmes.
- Bring him in.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Holmes, sir,
last night I followed Kitty

- and that fellow Meade.
- Yes.

They went to a place near a
bombed village on the coast.

North?

- No, sir. South.
- South!

Why didn't you come sooner?

Motor trouble, sir.
Just got back.

All right, it can't be helped.
Stand by until we need you.

So, it's on the southern coast
the drama is to be played.

The fox is out
of his hole at last.

Meade has led us to
the Voice of Terror.

- Gentlemen, we must set out at once.
- Are you mad?

What sort of a wild goose chase
are you suggesting?

- It's ridiculous.
- It's time to be a stop to this.

Barham speaking.

Yes, of course.

We've been ordered to
accompany Mr. Holmes.

Major Houston.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Good evening, sir. All the
arrangements have been made.

Splendid.

In that church up there?

Yes, sir.

All right. Let's go gentlemen.

Von Bock seems to be delayed.

He'll be here, never fear.

You all understand
your objectives?

Sheila,

Sheila!

Yes, sir.

You understand
what you are to do?

Yes, sir, I'm going with the
first contingent to Liverpool.

Your men are waiting there
organized to take control?

They have been ready
and waiting for weeks.

What is that?

When the world is changing
it is natural to be on edge.

Merely owls
or perhaps wood rats.

- No, it sounded like...
- Sheila.

Yes, sir.

Walt.

The deployment at Croydon
Airport, all is prepared.

- Hugo.
- Birmingham,

where I used to slave in the
factories but not any more.

The day has come at last.

Line them up over there.

Mr. Holmes,
I was afraid you'd be too late.

I'm glad you're safe, Kitty.
Come along, sit down.

Gentlemen, when Mr. Meade
and I last met

he wished
he could put us on trial.

Mr. Lloyd, Dr. Watson,
and myself.

Now Meade, you are on trial.

First let me tell you
why you were met here.

The vague but canny threat against
our northeaster coast was a blind.

Your group has congregated here
to receive an invasion army

proceeding across the Channel.

- What?
- Invasion?

All those men rushed
to the defence of the north.

Sit down for a moment.

At the head of this mighty force

the picked and chosen.

The faithful would have proceed
to various centres of our country

and take up a position
of authority.

And we shall,
do you understand that?

Unfortunately for you
that is not to be.

We're held yes,

but the invasion will
proceed without us.

Please be patient.

You called me on this case

to identify and silence
the Voice of Terror

and to circumvent the
unknown plan behind it.

That undertaking
is still in progress

but we are rapidly
drawing to a conclusion.

Gentlemen, the Voice of Terror
is here with you in this church.

What?

- Are you referring to Meade?
- Why who is it?

Meade was my one sure connection
to the Voice of Terror.

At the warehouse
I allowed him to escape

and assigned Kitty
here to trail him.

When I learned through
Kitty's abduction

that Meade had come down here
to meet with a group of men

I asked myself why.

Why a deserted fishing village
on the Channel

when Scotland was to be
the next scene of disaster,

and why is it necessary to withdraw
great stores of ordnance and material

for the protection of Scotland?

It was a ruse gentlemen.

To leave this coast unprotected.

A ruse devised by
the Voice of Terror.

I knew quite early, of course,

that the Voice was a
member of your august body.

You dare to insinuate
that one of us?

If this is meant to be humour
it's very ill time.

German agents knew
I was on the case

the very night I was called in.

How did they know this secret?

One of your council
informed them.

There were attempts made
on the lives of all of us.

But the attempt made on the
life of one of your members

was entirely unsubstantiated,
resting on his word alone.

One member whom I went to
the country ostensible

to protect,
actually to surprise.

This member fired on
the Nazi pick-up plane,

not in rage as he pretended

but to warn
and frighten it away.

That was very clever of you,
Sir Evan.

Sir Evan?

Why I can't believe it.

Sir Evan couldn't be implicated
in a thing like this.

What does Sir Evan got to say?

Let me congratulate you,
Mr. Holmes.

You admit this outrageous
accusation?

Well, there's been treason before
but this is beyond belief.

Treason is not involved.

Sir Evan Barham is not
Sir Evan Barham.

What are you talking about?

In March 1918
Lieutenant Evan Barham

was a prisoner in a
German prison camp.

There his amazing resemblance
to a certain Heinrich Von Bock,

a brilliant young member
of the German Secret Service,

sealed young Barham's fate.

One morning he was
taken out and shot,

murdered in cold blood.

- Then this man is...
- Is Heinrich Von Bock

who has been masquerading in Barham's
place for the past 24 years.

You see gentlemen, the Germans
plan well in advance.

It's incredible.

How could a thing like this
happen?

Barham had no immediate family.

The details of his private life
were effortless studied by Von Bock

who was three years at Oxford and had a
perfect knowledge of the English language

and English habits.

So, with possibly the help
of a little plastic surgery,

not forgetting the considerable
resemblance to Barham in the first place,

the deception was
carried through.

Very clever, Mr. Holmes.

I must say, Holmes,
this is positively amazing.

What made you first
suspect Barham?

The real Sir Evan Barham
carried a scar from childhood.

This one is about 20 years old,

a detail but significant.

I can't believe it.

It was Barham who insisted on
your being brought into the case.

A colossal piece of
egocentric conceit.

One to match your own,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Of course I brought you
into the case

to see your weak and silly handling,
to watch you fumble and lose it.

Are you too stupid to realize
that this group

is but a small part
of our organization?

We have men stationed all over
England ready to take command.

They never will.

They were all taken exactly at
dawn just as you were.

So, now we are now trapped, huh?

No gentlemen,
it is you who are trapped?

Listen.

Even now our Messerschmitts
are roaring overhead,

the vanguard of the invasion.

Why are they not grounded?

Where are your boosted
anti-aircraft guns?

They are silent.

Our little ruse
was entirely successful.

The coast has been
stripped of its defences.

Preserve your vaunted British
vanity as best you may

in this your hour of
most humiliating defeat.

You have not captured us
my friend.

We have annihilated you.

Do you really think
we're so blind

that we would strip
this coast of defences

because of a voice
on a phonograph record?

The council was
deliberately misinformed

about moving the defence forces.

- You are trying to save your face.
- Look, if you think I'm lying.

Those are not Messerschmitts.

They're Spitfires and Hurricanes

returning from blasting
your invasion forces.

Destroying men in barges
by the thousands.

Look further, Von Bock,
look below.

Commandos, tanks,

slipping away now that your
invasion force has been destroyed.

To bring ruin and terror
to your people.

I wonder if there's anything
on the wireless about this?

The BBC.

We are frightfully sorry
to announce

that a special broadcast
of the Voice of Terror

will have to be delayed
indefinitely.

The threat against our northern
coast made only as a blind

to cover the enemies invasion
plans has not been fulfilled.

Instead our victorious planes have
blasted invasion bases on the continent,

destroying enormous stores
of material and troops.

More news of this
triumphant victory tomorrow.

At the same time,

the scattered Nazi agents
all over the Commonwealth

have been unceremoniously
clapped into prison.

That is all.

Look out!

This girl merits
our deepest gratitude.

Our country is honoured in her
having such loyalty and devotion.

We'll remember.

Holmes, I don't know how
we'll ever thank you.

Don't try, it isn't necessary.

I'll be with you in a minute,
Holmes.

I'll just see that
she's taken care of.

I always did think that chap
was an impostor.

Barham was a good fellow.

Played wing three-quarters
for the school.

What a lovely morning, Holmes.

There's an east wind coming,
Watson.

No, I don't think so.
Looks like another warm day.

Good 'ol Watson.

The one fixed point
in the changing age.

There's an east wind coming
all the same.

Such a wind
has never blew on England yet.

It will be cold
and bitter, Watson.

And a good many of us
may wither before its blast.

But its God's own wind
nonetheless

and a greener, better,
stronger, land

that will lie in the sunshine
when the storm was cleared.