All language subtitles for Sherlock Holmes (BBC, 1968) 1x02 El signo de los cuatro (Dvdrip Dual)(Spanish-English)(by Arunh)(TusSeries).en

Come in, Mrs Hudson.

- There's a Miss Morstan to see you, sir.
- Ah, yes. Thank you.

- Will you step this way, please?
- Thank you.

Miss Morstan, I am Sherlock Holmes.
My colleague, Dr Watson.

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

- Please, miss Morstan.
- Thank you.

- It is kind of you to see me.
- Any friend of Mrs Cecil Forrester's...

well, I'm her companion, really,
but yes, we are friends.

You say you are the only daughter
of captain Morstan of the 34th Bombay infantry.

- Is he alive?
- We were to have met at the Langham hotel.

He was on leave from the Andaman islands.

He'd registered and left his luggage there,
but they told me he had gone out.

There's been no trace of him since.

- Cannot the police...
- they've tried.

- When was this?
- Ten years ago.

Ten? Miss Morstan,
had you come to me ten years ago...

I am not asking you to look for him.

I have resigned myself to never seeing him again.
I came to show you these.

Thank you.

These are flawless.

- Perfect specimens.
- Never been strung. No holes.

Every year for six years, on the anniversary
of my father's disappearance,

a pearl has come through the post.

There's never been a letter
to say who sends them

until this week,
and that's why I came to you, mr Holmes.

Thank you.

Postmark London south-west.
Dated 7th november.

A man's thumbprint in the corner.
Probably the postman's.

Best quality envelope.

Sixpence a packet.

"You are a wronged woman. A carriage
will call for you tomorrow at five o'clock

"and bring you to your unknown friend.
You shall have justice.

"If you are distrustful,
bring two companions but no police."

- No signature.
- But that means five today.

- Was there a pearl with it?
- Yes.

Same sender, then.

- What will you do?
- I came to ask mr Holmes.

Miss Morstan, this is clearly a disguised hand.

Without raising false hopes,
is there any trace of your father in this?

I've examined every letter.
There isn't the slightest resemblance.

- Have you anything else?
- This was in papa's belongings.

- I don't know whether...
- thank you.

This looks like paper
of native Indian manufacture.

(Watson) four crosses in a line.

"The sign of four."

And some names.

"John sholto. Arthur Morstan.

- "Jonathan small. Mohamet singh."
- This means nothing to you?

- Nothing.
- Still, it may be important.

Your letter says that you may bring
two companions tonight.

- If you will accept Dr Watson and myself...
- I shall be proud to be of any service.

Oh, if you would!
But it says there must be no police.

I am no policeman. I am the last
and highest court of appeal in detection.

When the official police are out of their depth,
the matter is laid before me.

I examine all the data
and pronounce a specialist opinion.

I claim no credit.
The work itself is my highest reward.

- May I expect you at Mrs Forrester's before five?
- You may.

Will you take your pearls
but leave the letter and diagram with me?

- Au revoir, miss Morstan.
- Au revoir, mr Holmes.

Dr Watson...

by jove, Holmes.

- What a very, very attractive woman!
- Is she?

- You are positively inhuman!
- The most winning woman I ever knew

was hanged for poisoning three children
for their insurance money.

No, my dear fellow, a client to me
is a mere unit, a factor in a problem.

Dash it all, Holmes, even you
could hardly call a sweet woman like that

a mere factor in anything at all!

I can't see.

Oh, these fogs!

Ah, now! Look. It's a four-wheeler.

My dear, that makes at least 20 four-wheelers

and half a hundred hansoms in the last half-hour!

- Do you think it's safe for mary to go?
- (mary) don't worry.

Forgive me, but after nearly ten years,
I feel responsible.

And somehow these fogs...

have no fear, madam.
Miss Morstan will be in no danger.

- (knock at door)
- Come in.

There's a... person to see miss Morstan, ma'am.

- I told you there would be, silly girl.
- Yes, ma'am, but he's...

- he's...
- just show him in and don't be a goose.

Yes, ma'am.

Good evening.

- This is the lady?
- I am miss Morstan.

- One cab is waiting.
- These gentlemen are coming.

- Police?
- No.

- You are giving your word?
- You have our assurance.

Come.

- Be careful.
- Don't worry.

Goodbye, Mrs Forrester.

(trotting hooves)

- Can't see a blessed thing.
- Rochester row.

Now Vincent Square, and then,
I fancy, into Vauxhall Bridge road.

We appear to be making for the surrey side.

- Keep smiling, miss Morstan.
- I'm all right, doctor, just a little...

anticipation's the worst part of any adventure.

- I suppose so.
- Yes.

I remember in Afghanistan,

I used to feel scared stiff
waiting for something to happen.

As soon as it started, I'd be as right as rain.

I can't imagine you afraid, Dr Watson.

Oh, yes.

Mind you,

if something happens suddenly,
it doesn't matter how nasty,

you don't have time to worry
about how it will turn out.

I remember the time... now, when was it?

Ah, yes.

Autumn '79, in India. With the Northumberlands,

- before they attached me to the Berkshires.
- Really?

Yes.

Well, there I was, sleeping alone
in my tent, middle of the night,

when suddenly I woke. Shot bolt upright.

- Just like that.
- Oh!

The lamp was still lit,

and I was just in time...

I was just in time to see it look into my tent.

What was it?

Wandsworth road, larkhall lane,

stockwell place, coldharbour lane.

Hm... our quest does not appear
to be taking us to very fashionable regions.

Good lord, miss Morstan. I'd almost forgotten
what we were about, thanks to your company!

So had i. Thanks to you, Dr Watson,
I'm not a bit afraid any more.

I never get your limits, my dear Watson.

There are unexplored possibilities about you.

Thank you, Holmes.

However, we shall have to postpone
exploring them until another time.

We have arrived.

(man) khitmutgar, lal?
(lal) ji, sahib.

(man) jaldi lao!
(lal) han, sahib.

Bara sahib is waiting.

(man) your servant, miss Morstan.
Your servant, gentlemen.

Pray step into my little sanctum.
A small place, but my own.

An oasis of art in the howling desert
of south London.

Please.

- Thaddeus sholto.
- I beg your pardon?

That is my name.

This, of course, is miss Morstan.
And these gentlemen?

Mr Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.
But surely, if your name is sholto...

younger twin of the late major john sholto.

There is a connection. My father
was with a major sholto in the regiment.

Your late father.

I knew in my heart he was dead.

Miss Morstan, I can give you every information,
and I will, and what is more...

...I can do you justice...

...whatever brother bartholomew may say.

Yes, indeed I will.

- Brother bartholomew?
- My brother.

You are a wronged woman, my dear,

and I have summoned you here
to right that wrong.

But we must have no officials...

...and no police. You understand me?

These gentlemen are friends.

I am glad to hear that.
You must forgive all these precautions,

but I am a man of refined tastes

and there is nothing more unaesthetic
than a policeman.

- Mr sholto, my father...
- bear with me, dear lady.

We will have to go to norwood
to visit my brother bartholomew.

He is very angry with me for taking
what seems to me to be the only proper course.

But first I must lay the facts before you.

I trust you have no objection to tobacco smoke,

the balsamic odour of eastern tobacco?

- No, not at all. But please...
- too gracious!

I am a little... nervous,
and I find it an invaluable sedative.

But to proceed. Some 11 years ago,
my father retired from his regiment

and came to live at pondicherry lodge,
upper norwood.

He brought with him his Indian servant, old
lal chowdar, and a great many... possessions.

One night, as my brother and I later learned,

your father, captain Morstan,
came to visit my father.

They quarrelled violently, it seems,

and your father,

I regret to say, suffered a seizure
and fell dead upon the spot.

- Oh!
- If I distress you, i...

no, no.

- Knowing is better than wondering.
- Quite so.

My father, it appears,

fearful of being accused
of captain Morstan's death...

...confided in his servant.

Lal chowdar suggested
that they should bury the body and say nothing.

- How could they do such a thing?
- (Watson) monstrous!

- Quite despicable, if this is true.
- It was my father's deathbed confession.

The reason for captain Morstan's visit
was that in the andaman islands

they and some others
came into the possession of a box

containing a fabulous hoard
known as the agra treasure.

My father... by a trick...

gained sole command of the box
and hurried with it to england.

And convey to her her rightful share.

(screams)

Keep him out, for god's sake! Keep him out!

(choking)

We searched the grounds
but we could find no trace of an intruder,

with or without a wooden leg,

and we scoured pondicherry lodge
and its surroundings for the treasure.

Brother bartholomew. Quick.

Rightly or wrongly, miss Morstan,

we thought it best
to leave your father there in peace.

I see.

Thank you for being frank with me.

- It is why I invited you here.
- Mr sholto.

- If I were to mention pearls to you...
- I would reply that you are correct.

Ever since my father's deathbed confession,

I have felt very deeply
the wrong done to this dear young lady.

It was my wish to be in touch with her
immediately and to tell all,

but brother bartholomew -

his is a somewhat rougher
personality than my own -

forbade it.

Therefore I have done what little I can
to recompense miss Morstan

- by sending her each year one pearl.
- (Holmes) a part of the treasure?

Broken off a little chaplet my father retained
to remind him of his treasure.

- I accept your explanation.
- So do i, mr sholto.

I don't see that you could have behaved
differently in all this.

If you will accept my thanks,
I think we ought to leave now.

(hysterical laughter)

Mr sholto! Really, sir!

(hoots with laughter)

Oh, dear me.

You must not begrudge me
the enjoyment of my little dramatic effect.

Dramatic effect?
Look here, sir. Do be considerate!

I refer, sir, to the disclosure still to come.

The treasure is found!

Lal rao!

My cloak, hat, everything.

- Sahib, all fog is gone.
- Splendid!

Nevertheless, it would be better
if I buttoned up well.

My health is a little fragile, you see.

My brother bartholomew

is a very clever fellow, do you see?

He worked out that the height
of pondicherry lodge was 74 feet,

but that the total height
of all the rooms was only 70.

So he broke a hole through the ceiling
of the upper room where our father died,

and found above a four-foot cavity.

And there lay the box
containing the agra treasure.

So let us proceed to pondicherry lodge,
where we shall be expected,

if not exactly welcomed.

Here? I've had no orders about these.

- I told my brother I was bringing friends.
- He's been in his room all day.

- I've no orders. I can't let you in.
- Really, mcmurdo. This is too bad of you!

- I don't know anything about them.
- Yes, you do, mcmurdo!

Don't you remember the amateur who fought
three rounds with you on your benefit night?

- Not mr Sherlock Holmes?
- The same.

God's truth! Instead of standing there so quiet,

if you'd given me that cross hit under the jaw,
I'd have known you without question!

- Come in, sir, and your friends.
- You see, Watson? If all else fails,

I still have one of the scientific professions
open to me.

- You're one that's wasted your gifts.
- Mrs bernstone...

oh, sir! It's the master. He locked himself
in his room and wouldn't answer me...

- where is this room?
- It's up here.

No, miss Morstan.
You'd better wait with this lady here.

Bartholomew?

Bartholomew! It's thaddeus.

- (gasps)
- What?

We must get this door open. Come along.

Wait here, mr sholto.

My god!

The sign of four again.
Holmes, what can it mean?

It means murder, Watson. Iook here.

- (Watson) some sort of thorn.
- It's a dart from a blowpipe.

Be careful. No doubt it's poisoned.

- The mystery grows darker, Holmes.
- On the contrary, Watson,

it gets clearer every minute.

(thaddeus screams)

The treasure!

They've robbed him of the treasure!
We put it back and boarded up the hole.

- (Holmes) when was this?
- Last night.

I left him here.

- I heard him lock up as I went downstairs.
- What time was this?

Ten o'clock.

And now he's dead.

Murdered. And the police are going to suspect me.

- No, mr thaddeus, sir.
- Yes, yes, yes!

You can't think so, can you? After all, i...

I wouldn't have brought you here, would i?
I shall go mad!

You have nothing to fear, mr sholto.
Report the matter to the police.

- To the police?
- Offer to help them. We shall stay here.

- Mcmurdo, go with him.
- Come with me, mr thaddeus.

Watson, we have a few minutes to ourselves.
Let us put them to good use.

- What is it you want us to do?
- Sit down and let me expound.

Whoever came in here didn't use that door
because it was locked on the inside.

Now, what about a window?

Yes, it is also secured on the inside.

There's no drainpipe near

and the roof is quite out of reach,
and yet a man has entered by this window.

- How do you prove that?
- It rained last night.

Here on the sill is the print of a boot in mould
and a circular muddy patch.

And here.

And here.

But that isn't a footmark.

No, it is something much more valuable.

- The wooden-legged man!
- Exactly.

But someone else was in here too.

Iook outside that window.

Could you scale that wall?

Absolutely impossible!

But if you had an ally in here,
with a good stout rope secured to that hook,

- then you might swarm up, wooden leg and all.
- Easily.

You'd leave in the same fashion,
your ally would pull in the rope

and get away by the route he originally used.

Yes, but who was he?

How did he get up here?

Down the chimney! No, the grate's too small.

Watson, how often have I said to you
when you have eliminated the impossible,

- whatever remains must be the truth?
- Oh, very often.

It applies now. We know he didn't come through
the door, the window, or down the chimney.

- So...
- the hole in the roof!

Exactly.

If you would have the kindness
to hand me that lantern...

thank you.

(knocks)
Yes! This leads to the roof itself.

This is the way the ally entered and left.

- It's confoundedly dusty up here.
- Yes, fortunately.

Iook, Watson.

What do you make of those? There.

Good heavens, Holmes!

A child has done this horrible thing!

There's nothing more to be learned up here.
Let us go down again.

Those footmarks, Holmes...

we're in luck! Our mysterious friend
has trodden in some creosote

- from this cracked carboy.
- So he has. What then?

We've got him! I know a dog
who will follow that scent to the world's end.

- (voices)
- The police already!

Quickly. Feel this poor fellow's muscles.

- Hard as a board.
- And the distortion on his face.

- What does that suggest to you?
- Death from a powerful vegetable alkaloid.

Quite so. Now, Watson...

examine this.

Here's a pretty business.
The house is as full as a rabbit warren.

Oh, lord! Mr Sherlock Holmes, the theorist.

- (Watson) inspector jones. Hello.
- Evening, doctor. Bad business, eh?

- What did he die of?
- This is hardly a case for me to theorise over (!)

(jones) hm...

door locked, I understand?
How about the window?

- Fastened, but there are marks on the sill.
- If it was fastened, they don't count.

Hah! I've got it.
These flashes come upon me at times.

Sholto was here with his brother last night.

The brother dies in a fit
and sholto walks off with the treasure.

After which the dead man gets up
and locks the door on the inside.

Yes...

yes, there is a flaw there.

Anyway, thaddeus sholto was here.
I'm weaving my web around him!

What about this splinter of wood -
poisoned, I believe - in the dead man's scalp?

And this diagram?

The house is full of Indian gewgaws

and that card is some hocus-pocus.

The only real question is how did he get out, eh?

Aha!

Through there. Exit to the roof, I'll bet.

Sergeant, ask mr sholto to step this way.

It is my duty to inform you

that anything you say
may be put in evidence against you,

and I arrest you as being concerned
in the death of your brother.

There! What did I tell you?

Do not worry, mr sholto. I will clear you.

- Don't promise too much, mr theorist.
- Not only will I clear him,

but I will give you the name
of one of the men who were here last night.

- Indeed?
- Indeed.

His name is jonathan small.
Active, middle-aged, sunburnt,

his right leg missing,
a wooden stump in its place.

- The other man...
- well?

He is rather a curious person.

Before long, I hope to introduce you
to the pair of them. Excuse me one moment.

Take miss Morstan home, and no dilly-dallying.

Then go to 3 pinchin lane, lambeth,
a taxidermist and pet shop.

Sherman's the name.

- Tell him I want toby at once.
- The dog?

Bring toby back here in a cab,

while I make one or two enquiries
and study the great jones's methods (!)

Now, gentlemen...

(Watson) come along, toby.

Come on. In you go.

Well done, Watson, you've got him.

- Good old toby!
- Where is everybody now?

Jones has arrested not only thaddeus sholto,

but mcmurdo, Mrs bernstone
and the Indian servant as well!

- Ridiculous!
- Well, it left me free to do more investigating.

- Are you game for a six-mile trudge?
- Certainly.

Splendid.

Come along, toby boy. Here. Smell that.

Creosote. He'll lead us
to whoever made those marks.

(toby barks)

(knock at door)

Good day, madam.
Is mr Mordecai Smith at home?

- He ain't here.
- Is he away?

Since yesterday, sir.
If it's about a boat, please come in.

- I wanted to hire his steam launch.
- He's gone in that.

There's only enough coal
to take him to woolwich and back.

- I can't think where he's got to.
- He might have bought more coal.

No. Besides, I didn't like the man who hired it.

- Who was that?
- The one with a wooden leg.

Him has roused me man up yesternight,
and away they went without a word.

- Was this man alone?
- As far as I know.

I'm sorry about this,
because I've heard such good reports of the...

- what's her name?
- The aurora.

Green with a yellow line, broad in the beam?

Oh, no, she's fresh painted -
white with a brass funnel.

- (baby cries)
- Half a mo, gents.

Never mind. We'll make other arrangements.
Thank you so much.

- Come along, Watson. Good day, madam.
- Good day!

Got your wire, sir.

- Three bob. A tanner for tickets.
- Good.

Now, wiggins, here are your instructions.

I want you to find a steam launch
called the aurora, newly painted,

- white with a brass funnel.
- Got that, sir.

Put a boy at Mordecai Smith's landing stage
opposite millbank

- to report if she comes back there.
- Right-o.

The old scale of pay.
A guinea to whoever finds her.

Here's a day in advance. Off you go.

- (slams door)
- What a rebel!

They can go everywhere, see everything,
overhear everyone!

You know, Holmes, I've been thinking...

those tiny footmarks in that attic...

tiny, naked footmarks.

Great agility.

Small poisoned darts.

- Does that suggest anything to you?
- Yes, some sort of savage.

- A pigmy.
- From the andaman islands, remember?

Morstan and sholto both served there.

"The andaman islands,
340 miles to the north of sumatra..."

ah! "the aborigines of the andaman islands

"may perhaps claim the distinction
of being the smallest race on earth.

"Average height rather below four feet.
A fierce, morose people.

"Though capable of forming devoted friendships
once their confidence has been gained."

Mark that, Watson.

"Cannibal habits"!

Dear me.

We'd better return our young friend toby.

Yes...

I might as well run over to camberwell
on my way there

and call in on Mrs Forrester.

Oh? Mrs Forrester?

Yes.

And on miss Morstan, too, of course.

- They'll be anxious to hear what's happened.
- Don't tell them too much.

Women are never to be entirely trusted,
even the best of them.

- What an atrocious sentiment, Holmes!
- The fruit of experience, my dear fellow.

Come along, toby.
There we are. Faithful little friend.

- Watson...
- hm?

Off you go.

(Mrs Forrester) but it's a romance!

- A wronged damsel, a chest of treasure.

- (mary) a cannibal.
- A villain with a wooden leg.

(mary) and two knights errant!

- The pleasure is ours, believe me.
- Think, mary! Your fortune depends on this.

I'm more concerned for mr thaddeus sholto
than for my fortune.

He's behaved so kindly and honourably.
I'm sure he's quite innocent.

We must clear him, doctor.

I'm sure, my dear lady.
You can depend on my friend Holmes to do that.

Poor mr sholto. How stupid the police must be.

Mr Holmes does not intend to call them in?

No, not till the last moment.
He likes to work things out for himself.

- I'm sure you haven't told us all, doctor.
- All, ma'am?

For instance, you said mr bartholomew sholto
was found dead. How did he die?

Er...

these are grim details.

Come, doctor. We're not easily frightened.

He wants to spare our ears, mary.

- Such delightful ears!
- Flattery will not put us off, doctor.

Tell us everything,
or you shan't have any more tea.

Perhaps Dr Watson is in a hurry.

No, no. I assure you.

Quite the reverse.

Well, now, there are certain types of poisons -

vegetable alkaloids, we call them -

that have peculiar effects
upon the human constitution.

- Watson.
- (grunts)

Watson. Wake up.

I'm off downriver.

Downriver? At this time of night?

- I can see only one way out of this.
- I'm coming with you.

You will be more useful here.
A message may come.

Open all telegrams and notes
and use your own judgement.

Rely on me.

How can I find you?

- I can't tell you.
- Why?

I don't know myself.

- Holmes...
- yes?

Be careful.

- (knock at door)
- Come in.

Mr athelney jones, sir.

- Evening, inspector.
- Good evening.

Mr Holmes is out, I understand?

Yes. Would you care to sit down
and wait for him?

Thanks.

- Phew! It's deuced hot in here.
- Yes. I've no idea when he'll be back.

- Eh?
- I have no idea when he will be back.

Ah, I see, yes.

- Cigar?
- I don't mind if I do.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

Thank you.

Whisky and soda?

Oh... well, just half a glass.

- You know my theory about the norwood case?
- Yes.

- I've had to think again.
- Have you?

I got me net round sholto. It went pop.
He goes through a hole in the middle.

- How was that?
- He proved an unshakeable alibi.

From the moment he left his brother's room,

he was never out of the sight
of someone or other.

So he could not have been the person
who climbed the roof.

Quite. Well, now, sir.

I'd be very glad of a little help.

Yes. We all need help sometimes.

Mr Sherlock Holmes is a wonderful man.

He's a man who's not to be beat.

I never saw the case yet
that he couldn't throw a light on.

Very irregular in his methods,
and a bit quick in his theories,

but he'd have made
a most promising police officer.

He'd be very gratified to hear you say that.

I had a telegram from him this morning.

"Go to baker street at once. Am close on track.

"If you come with us, you can be in at the finish."

He's picked up the scent again.

Then he's been on a false chase too.

Even the best of us
get thrown off course at times.

- A touching confession, inspector!
- I'm glad to see you, mr Holmes.

- How has your case gone?
- Badly, sir. I've released two prisoners

- and have no evidence against the others.
- We'll find you some more.

- You've got them?
- Not yet.

Watson, our young friends
have found what we were seeking,

and I have it that 8.30 is the crucial time.

Now, inspector, you must put yourself
under my orders. Yes or no?

- Agreed.
- Capital!

Have a fast police boat at westminster stairs
at eight o'clock in the morning.

- I'll telephone for one.
- She must have no markings.

I need two good men in case of resistance.
We are dealing with dangerous characters.

- There they are!
- Full ahead, coxswain!

They've seen us.

We'll catch them, mr Holmes.

Iook out. Get down!

Got the little hell-hound!

(indistinct)

Full ahead! They're going aground.

There's your man, inspector.
Jonathan small, wanted for murder.

He won't get far now.

No, gentlemen. I don't reckon I can swing for it.

I wanted that treasure - yes.

That rat john sholto had got my share of it,
and the others', too.

It took years to track him down.
But he died of fright.

It was tonga who fired the dart
into bartholomew.

You knew he had that blowpipe.
What did you think he'd shoot out of it, peas?

It was part of his trappings
like his clothes, his necklace.

I never thought he'd use it.
He'd always behaved decent.

A very convenient, quiet way
of doing a murder for you.

- I'd never have let him, never!
- He used it again today.

- I tried to stop him.
- It's true. Tonga pushed him aside.

- Thank you, sir.
- (jones) that's for the jury to decide.

- How did you know the treasure was found?
- Sholto's servant.

He knew he'd get his share.

A fine fat share he'd have got from you (!)

- Where was you off to, holland?
- That's about it.

Small, the fourth man of the four,
was that tonga?

Not he. It was an Indian. Dead years ago.

Tonga chummed up with me in the andamans.
Been everywhere together.

Never knew he'd turn out such a hell-hound.

We're coming into the wharf.
Save the rest for at the y ard.

- You know, gents, it's almost funny.
- You've got nothing to laugh at, my lad!

That's just it.

Here I am with a fair claim to half a million.

I've searched for it for all these years,

now I'll spend my life digging drains on dartmoor.

- (Mrs Forrester) a penny for them.
- I beg your pardon?

Your thoughts, dear. You were a long way away.

I'm sorry. How rude of me.

I was thinking about Dr Watson.

That is, Dr Watson and mr Holmes.
It's nearly two days since we've had any news.

We'll hear from him
as soon as he has anything to report.

I do hope they are not in any danger
on my account.

They're perfectly able to look after themselves.

What about those poor sholto brothers?

There's one dead and the other in prison.

Mr Holmes won't let anything like that
happen to him.

- (knock at door)
- Come in.

Excuse me, ma'am. There's a gentleman.

- Dr Watson?
- No, miss. Mr sholto.

Oh! Mrs Forrester, this is
mr thaddeus sholto who should be in...

that is, who was in... you're free!

- This is an unexpected pleasure, mr sholto.
- Dear lady.

Miss Morstan. Forgive me for calling
at what might be an inopportune time.

- Have you heard from mr Holmes?
- That is what I came to ask you.

I've been most anxious for some word
concerning my brother's assassin,

and the recovery of the agra treasure.

I called upon mr Holmes, but he was not there.

I regret, mr sholto, that like you,
we are empty of news.

May I offer you some tea?

That is most kind.
Forgive me, but is it darjeeling?

- Yes.
- In that case, it will be a pleasure.

I find the assam leaf a trifle strong for my taste.

Have you no idea
where mr Holmes and Dr Watson might be?

My dear, how could I be so cruel
as to keep such information from you?

Perhaps I will be forgiven for this intrusion

if I come to the second reason
for my calling upon you.

- The second reason?
- Yes.

I come to offer you something

- which I beg you not to refuse.
- Oh...

mr sholto...

- I hardly feel...
- mr sholto, your tea.

How very kind. Thank you.

- Miss Morstan...
- would you rather I left you, mr sholto?

Thank you. Oh, no, no!

Dear Mrs Forrester, no, indeed.

I ask you... to accept this.

Oh.

You may open it.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Mr sholto!

- They are beautiful!
- The remaining eight from the chaplet.

Though my brother bartholomew
would gnash his teeth

to know that you had any part of the treasure,

I always have felt that those pearls are yours.

I don't know what to say...

how to thank you
for your kindness and generosity to me.

I am only trying to give you
what is yours by right.

Forgive me for preventing your maid
from announcing me.

I beg your pardon.
I did not know that you were entertaining.

Dear Dr Watson! Have you any news?

Mr sholto is as eager to hear as the rest of us.

Yes, indeed.

Yes, of course.

The man who took the treasure
is under lock and key,

and here is the treasure!

- You have recovered it!
- Yes.

One reads of treasure.
One never expects to see the real thing.

- Open it and let us see it!
- Oh, no, I can't do that.

Aren't we going to see more than the box?

I'm sure the police would open it and let you...

Dr Watson, do you know so little about women?

Not at all. I mean...

mary, my dear, what would you say
to a gentleman who refuses to open the box?

- Nothing at all.
- (Watson) but the police!

After mr sholto's generosity in letting us glimpse
what the treasure contains

with his kind present of the pearls,
I would think very badly, doctor.

- But...
- very badly indeed.

- Perhaps... just a peep.
- Splendid! Mary must open it.

- Have you the key?
- That's part of the point.

- Small...
- hm?

Small, the one who took the treasure,
he says that he threw the key into the thames.

- Then we can't open it.
- Not very easily.

If I may make a suggestion,
with your permission, of course,

we could force it open with a fire iron.

- An excellent idea.
- Bravo, mr sholto.

- Well, if Mrs Forrester has no objections.
- None.

As you were the one to rescue the treasure,

perhaps you should be the one
to display its glories.

Thank you.

If you'll allow me...

I'm not a born artist at this sort of thing.
We will try our best.

- Mind your fingers.
- Ooh!

Here we are. Thank you so much.

Now, miss Morstan,

if you would just lift the lid...

I feel quite nervous!

Great heavens!

The treasure is at the bottom of the thames.

But, Holmes, a fortune!
Whatever did he do it for?

Had you not rushed to miss Morstan,
you would have heard small explain.

He did not want any relation
of sholto or Morstan to get a penny of it.

If he was not to keep it, no one was.

Extraordinary!

It was rather an emotional decision.
I think he'll live to regret it.

I must say, it seems a trifle hard
upon your miss Morstan.

Hardly mine, Holmes.

In fact, miss Morstan was happy
to find the box empty.

She regarded the treasure as tainted.

She was happy to know
the truth about her father.

Remarkable. There is hope for womankind yet
if there are others like miss Morstan.

Iove is an emotional thing.

I shall never marry, lest I bias my judgement.

(Watson) I trust my judgement will survive it (!)

You're weary, Holmes.

You don't ask much of life, do you?

Work, my dear Watson.

A problem to solve is all I ask.

I cannot live without brain work.

Give me the pleasure of finding a field
for my own peculiar powers.

Give me work.

This is my reward,

and I am content.