All language subtitles for S02E02 The Greek Interpreter

Mr. Kradidis.

Good evening.

Are you Mr.

Latimer? I am Paul Kradidis. My name is
Latimer. I've come to meet you, Mr.

Kradidis. I have a letter from my
sister, Sophia.

Just come this way, Mr. Kradidis. We
have a carriage waiting.

During my long and intimate acquaintance
with Sherlock Holmes, I'd never heard

him referred to his relations, and
hardly ever to his own early life.

Because of this reticence, I sometimes
found myself regarding him as an

phenomenon, as deficient in human
sympathy as he was pre -eminent in

intelligence. I'd come to believe that
he was an orphan with no relatives

living. But one day, to my very great
surprise,

He began to talk to me about his family.

My singular gift for observation and
introduction may I come from my

grandmother, who was the sister of
Vernet, the French artist.

Your art in the blood is liable to take
the strangers for example, my brother,

Mycroft.

Your brother?

I didn't know you had a brother.

Oh, yes.

And I can assure you that he possesses a
far greater faculty for observation and

deduction than I do.

Holmes, I know that you are a modest
man.

My dear Watson, I cannot agree with
those that rank modesty among the

To the logician, everything should be
seen exactly as it is. And to

underestimate oneself is as much a
departure from the truth as to

one's own ability.

What I have just told you about my
brother is the exact and literal truth.

Well, naturally, I don't doubt your
word.

But if there is another man in England
with such singular powers, how is it

neither the police nor the public have
ever heard of him, let alone myself?

He's very well known in his own circles.

Where, then?

The Diogenes Club.

It is the oddest club in London, and my
brother one of the oddest men.

I suppose you wish to meet him.

Well, of course I do.

Even if it's just to prove that he
exists.

Then you shall.

This afternoon, he has come across a
most singular problem which he thinks

interest me.

But why does Mycroft not use his great
powers for detective work?

If the art of the detective began and
ended in reasoning from an armchair, my

brother would be the greatest criminal
agent that ever lived.

What is to me a means of livelihood is
to him the merest hobby of a dilettante.

But he has no ambition and no energy.

What is his profession, then? He has an
extraordinary faculty for figures. He

audits the books of some of the
government departments.

Patients for the Diogenes Club.

Shyness and misanthropy. My brother is
one of the founder members.

It contains the most unsociable and
unclubable men in town who speak not a

and shun even the merest glance.

Now, ladies and gentlemen.

Yes, but not a word.

Holmes?

Holmes?

We can talk here.

Oh, thank goodness.

Look at those two men, Sherlock.

What do you make of them?

The billiard marker and the other.

Precisely. What do you make of the
other?

An old soldier, I see.

And very recently distraught. Dirt in
India, I see. And a non -commissioned

officer. Relatility, I fancy. And a
widower.

With a child.

Children, my dear boy.

Children.

Mycroft Holmes.

Glad to meet you, Dr. Watson.

I hear of Sherlock everywhere since you
became astronomer.

Well, thank you.

For anyone who wishes to study mankind,
this is the spot.

But surely you were taking things a
little too far just now.

It is not hard to say, Watson, that a
man of that bearing and expression of

authority and sun -baked skin as a
soldier is more than a private and is

long from India.

That is not long since left the services
shown by his still wearing his

ammunition boots, as they're called.

He has not the cavalry of stride.

Yet he wore his hat on one side, as is
shown by the lighter skin on one side of

his brow.

His weight is against him being a
trapper.

He is in the artillery.

There, of course, his complete mourning
shows that he's lost someone very dear.

The fact that he's doing his own
shopping looks as though it were his

He's been buying things for children,
you see.

There is a raffle which shows that one
of them is very, very young.

The fact that he has a picture book
under his arm shows there is another

Ah, Mr.

Melas.

Come in, sir.

These are my friends.

This is Dr. Watson.

And this is my younger brother,
Sherlock.

You're Mr.

Sherlock Holmes?

I asked Mr. Melas to step across. He
lodges on the first floor above me, and

thought you'd be interested in his
story.

He's the reason why I asked you to call
today.

Mr. Melas, he came to me, well, in
perplexity.

But I think... I shall ask Mr. Melas to
tell his own very remarkable experiences

in his own fashion.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

For many years, I have been the chief
Greek interpreter in London.

I do not think that the police believe
my story.

On my word, I do not.

Just because they have never heard of it
before, they think that such a thing

cannot be.

But I know.

But I shall never be easy in my mind
until I know what has become of my poor

with a sticking plaster upon his face.

Mr.

Mellas, please sit down.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes. I prefer to
stand.

Watson.

I am all attention.

All this happened only two days ago, on
Monday night.

I am Greek by extraction, and earn my
living as an interpreter.

It often happens that I am sent for
strange hours, by foreigners who get

difficulties, or by travellers who
arrive late and wish my services.

Mr. Malaz?

Yes?

I apologize for this intrusion, but I
need the services of an interpreter

immediately. My name is Latimer.

Immediately? I wouldn't insist unless it
were urgent, but the Greek friend of

mine has just arrived in this country on
business, and unfortunately he speaks

nothing but his own tongue.

I likewise, sir. Mr. Malaz, please.

My carriage is waiting outside.

How far away?

Oh, if you can.

I'm sorry to have to cut up your view,
Mr. Mellor.

But the fact is I have no intention that
you should see the place to which we

are driving.

It might possibly be inconvenient to me
if you were ever able to find your way

there again.

It's very extraordinary conduct, Mr.
Latimer.

You must be aware that what you're doing
is quite illegal.

It is somewhat of a liberty, no doubt,
but we'll make it up to you.

For nearly two hours we drove without my
having the least idea as to where I

was.

Did you not notice any change of sound
under the wheels?

I listened, Mr. Holmes.

Sometimes we seemed to be on a paved
causeway, sometimes on asphalt.

But there was nothing to tell me where I
was.

And no other sounds? A ship's siren? A
church bell?

I'm sorry, nothing like that.

At what time did you finally reach your
destination?

Ten minutes to nine.

Exactly.

Is this Mr.

Melas, Harold?

Yes. Well done.

Well done.

No ill will, Mr. Melas, I trust.

But we could not get on without you.

If you deal fair with us, you'll not
regret it. But if you try any tricks,

help you.

What do you want of me?

Only to ask a few questions of a Greek
gentleman who is visiting us and to let

us have the answers. But you say no more
than you are told, or it were better

you had never been born.

Mr. Mellor, pray continue.

Well then, this man, this evil man,

showed me into a room which appeared to
be very curiously furnished.

But again, the only light was afforded
by a single lamp, half turned down.

It's late, Harold.

Are his hands loose?

Take this.

You will ask the questions.

Mr. Melas, I'm the... He will write the
answers.

Ask him, first of all, whether he is
prepared to hand the papers.

Never.

On no conditions.

He writes,

only if I see him married in my
presence.

By a Greek priest whom I know.

You know what awaits you then.

He says,

I care nothing for myself.

And so it went on.

Again and again I had to ask him whether
he would give in and sign the document.

Again and again I had the same indignant
reply.

But soon a thought came to me.

I took to adding on little sentences of
my own to each question, innocent ones

at first, to test whether either of our
companions knew anything of the matter.

And then...

As I found that they showed no sign, I
played a more dangerous game.

This obstinacy is doing you no good.

He says, I care not.

In fact, he had also told me he was a
stranger

in London.

He then told me he had been here three
weeks and was being forcibly starved.

Did you manage to find out his name?

Gradidis.

He was from Athens.

But that was all I could discover,
unfortunately.

Another five minutes and I should have
wormed out the whole story under their

very noses.

Ask him again, Mr. Mollat.

But at that instant, the door opened and
a woman stepped into

the room.

He says never.

Well, ask him again.

Harold, I could not stay away any
longer.

Sophia! Sophia!

Sophia! Sophia!

That

will...

Do.

Mr. Melas.

As you perceive, we have taken you into
our confidence

over some very private business.

Here are five sovereigns, which will, I
hope, be a sufficient fee.

But remember,

If you speak to anyone about this, one
human soul mind,

well, may God have mercy on your

soul.

As before, I was taken in the closed
carriage for almost two hours.

There I was abandoned, as I was later to
discover, near Wandsworth Compton.

I do not know where I had been, nor whom
I had spoken with, nor anything, saving

what I have told you.

But I know there is foul play going on,
and I want to help that unhappy man.

Before God, I do.

Micron.

Micron!

What tips have you taken so far?

Well, this was in all the daily papers.

Anyone having information as to the
whereabouts of a Greek gentleman named

Kratidis who cannot speak English will
be rewarded.

A similar reward will be paid to anyone
having information about a Greek lady

whose first name is Sophia, but no
answer as yet.

What about the Greek legation? I have
tried. They know nothing.

The head of the Athens police, then.

Sherlock has all the energy in the
family.

Will you take up the case by all means
and let me know if you do any good?

Certainly. Mr. Mallard.

I should be extremely careful, if I were
you.

But, of course, through these
advertisements...

they will know that you have betrayed
them.

It seems to me obvious that this Greek
girl has been carried off by the young

Englishman, Harold Lattin. Carried off
from where?

Athens, perhaps?

No, no, no. This Harold Lattin might
come to speak a word of Greek.

The girl speaks English fairly well.

Influence that she has been in England
some little time and he has not been in

Greece.

Thank you, Miss Jackson.

Then...

that the girl was visiting England and
that this Harold persuaded her to fly

with him. That is more probable. Then
the brother.

That must mean the relationship comes
over from Greece in order to intervene.

They see him, use violence to force him
to sign some documents making over the

girl's fortune to them. He's probably
the trustee. This, as we have heard, he

refuses to do. So far.

But these men will not stop now.

Whatever happens, Watson, we must find
them. How can we?

Well, if our conjecture is correct, and
the girl's name is or was Sophia

Cretido, we should have no difficulty in
tracing her.

That must be our main hope.

The brother, of course, is a complete
stranger.

Come in, sir.

You don't expect such energy from me, do
you, Sherlock?

Now, how did you get here?

I passed you while you were in the
telegraph office.

I've had an answer to my advertisement.

It came within a few minutes of your
leaving.

And what a text.

It is written with a J -pen on royal
cream paper by a middle -aged man with a

weak constitution.

Sir. In answer to your advertisement of
today's date, I beg to inform you that I

know the young lady in question very
well.

If you should care to call upon me, I
could give you some particulars as to

painful history.

She is at present at the Myrtle's
Beckenham. Yours faithfully, J.

Davenport. He writes from Lower Brixton.

Do you not think we should drive there
now and learn these particulars? My dear

Michael.

The brother's life is more important
than the sister's story.

We should call at Scotland Yard for
Inspector Gregson and then go straight

to Beckenham.

Well, we know that a man is being done
to death.

Every hour may be vital.

Better pick up Mr. Malas on the way.

Why?

Because we may need a Greek interpreter.

Excellent, Watson.

I should say, from what we have heard,
that we are dealing...

With a particularly dangerous guy.

Oh.

Mr Miller?

Yes? There's a gentleman downstairs to
see you, sir. What gentleman?

Well, he said he met you today at the
Darjeeling's club.

Thank you!

Good evening, Mr. Miller.

Good evening, Mrs. Stone. Would you tell
Mr. Melas I need to see him urgently?

But Mr. Melas is not here, sir. A
gentleman just called for him and he

Can you tell me where?

Oh, I don't know, sir. All I know is he
drove off with the gentleman in a

carriage. Did the gentleman give a name?

No, sir.

He wasn't a tall, handsome, dark young
man.

Oh, no, sir. He was a little gentleman
with glasses thin in the face, but very

pleasant in his ways.

He was laughing all the time he was
talking.

Thank you.

Scotland Yard. And hurry.

It can't be done without a warrant. We
are not disputing that, Inspector.

Even if they are criminals, it is a
private house and the law demands... The

demands that we act quickly.

Can you not find a magistrate to find
this warrant for us?

At this hour?

At this very minute?

Or kidnapping could become murder.

I can but try.

Please do.

Tell him I have ceased being reasonable.

If he does not sign the papers now, I
will kill him.

Tell him I have no more patience.

Please, Inspector, will you not come
without a warrant? I am sorry,

The law cannot be hurried, Mr. Holmes.

The life of Mr. Melard is in your hands,
Inspector.

Tell him.

Tell him, if I kill him... I have no use
anymore.

For he killed her.

And she will die also.

But you wouldn't know...

Here it is, gentlemen.

Fine. Now, come on and drive us to
London Bridge Station.

A carriage heavily loaded with luggage
has passed out within the last half

Wait for us here.

The nest is empty and the birds are
flown.

Quick! The poor wretch must live for
Cretides.

No more, I'm afraid.

His life is over. We should have been
here sooner, then. Back down!

Must have been dead about four hours.

The gas may have served as a coup de
grace.

Am I not right, Dr. Watson?

Beaten to death.

But Mr. Mellis still lives.

Quick, let's get him out of here as fast
as possible. Respect and brandy.

Relax, Mr. Mellis, you're in safe hands.

From a brief look at her room, the lady
left in haste, but without struggle.

That man Latimer must still have some
power over her.

One wonders with how much remorse she
abandoned her brother for Harold

You still retain your low opinion of
women.

In this instance, I fear I may be
justified.

Holmes.

They appear to have consulted a
Bradshaw.

Look at this page.

The boat train.

The motorists won't get far.

I'll have men at every port in England
if need be. The boat train makes one

between London and Dover at Herne Hill
in...

In 23 minutes, precisely.

Exactly. Stay with your chief witness,
Inspector.

You may need a statement from him.

And he will need your help.

Little Brandy and ammonia at frequent
intervals.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

I've read about your case, sir. Are we
the last passengers from whom you have

collected tickets? I always work at the
engine, start there, and work my way

back to the garden. Then you can help
me. There are three passengers.

Two men and a woman, travelling
together.

They may not appear to be companions,
but they will be in a compartment alone.

The elder man wears thick -lens glasses,
and the younger might be called Hansel.

They will have a great deal of luggage
marked for the continent. Have you seen

such a party? Yes, indeed.

I can help you, Mr. Holmes.

I never doubt it.

There are two parties who fit that
description, Mr. Holmes. Two.

Take out the ticket, please.

In compartment B4 and D8. Thank you,
Inspector.

How do we know which two are the
murderers? It couldn't be simpler.

No.

Don't make him.

There's danger enough for the two of us.

left -handed printer from Deptford.

His elder brother drinks too much and is
pained by his liver.

Not a man, then.

Not a man.

And the girl?

She knows neither of them. She's a
machinist from Bradford who's going on

holiday to find romance.

Which means undoubtedly that the
murderers are to be pardoned.

Thank you, Miss Cretini.

Still, still.

Do come in, Watson.

Who the hell are you?

Third member of the party is absent, but
I'm sure he will return.

May I ask if you are this man's prisoner
or companion?

Don't say anything.

They have no right to ask you anything
at all.

If they were the police, they would have
said so.

Why the police, Mr. Latimer?

Were you expecting to meet them?

Look, I don't know who you are.

Nor do I know how you know my name.

But I'm travelling with my fiancée to
the continent to get married.

So would you please leave us alone?
Otherwise I should be obliged to call

guard. Please do. I'm sure Dr. Watson
would do it for you.

I fear you know who I am.

Then may I be permitted to ask your
fiancée the question again?

It's true what he said.

We are going to be married.

Where?

In Athens.

I fear not.

And who is going to stop us?

If not the police, then I will. Miss
Gratidis, do you seriously want me to

believe that you are leaving England
willingly?

Yes.

To marry the man who has just murdered
your brother?

That's not true.

Oh, murdered.

It isn't true, is it?

He's going to meet us in Greece as soon
as he dwells. That's what you said to

me. And he will, Sophia, he will.

Your brother is dead, Miss Gratidis.

Don't listen to him.

I found his body myself in the house in
Beckham.

He had been murdered.

Tortured to death.

No, it can't be.

Harold, tell me what's happened.

As for you, Mr. Latimer, Mr. Melas is
alive as a witness.

To see you hang.

Yes, I know very well. Very well indeed.
I have friends there.

Yes, but I need not elaborate, as I see
you are men of the world, sir.

On the contrary, I've never left England
in my life.

Haven't you? No.

Then, sir, if you must choose one
country, it must be Greece, the land of

Olives and... It is my destination,
Greece.

Do you speak Greek, sir?

No. But one can always find a good
interpreter.

Thank you.

An excellent... Well, goodbye, sir. It
was a pleasure meeting you.

Goodbye. It was an interesting...

Don't bother trying.

Sometimes you get my size.

Is it true about Paul?

I'm afraid so.

I hated Harold Latimer.

I hated him, and I loved him.

I would have done anything he said.

I would have gone anywhere with him.

You know he murdered your brother?

Yes.

Even then.

Mr. Kerr.

We were expecting you.

I believe this is your revolver,

sir.

mind. We seem to be heading down the
path of crime.

The only path I intend to take is the
door to the Diogenes Club, which I can

close behind me.

What will become of her?

After questioning? Nothing.

It's not a crime to have a cold heart
and not a single shred of compassion.