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Look, father, we have been
through all this before.

Do as I tell you, boy,

you damn, disobedient
little bastard.

Give me the gun.

It's my life and I'm going
to run it the way I like.

Get up out of it.

Good morning!

Morning!

Caught anything?

Ha-ha!

Not yet.

Holmes, what on earth
are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Well, carry on
my dear fellow,

don't let me disturb you.

What on earth are
you doing here?

A case has
brought me this way.

What sort of case?

The newspapers
are calling it the

Boscombe Valley mystery,

I expect you've
read something of it?

Not a word.

I haven't seen a
paper for days.

A farmer, Cole McCarthy,
Australian by birth

met his death by a mirror
at the bottom of his farm.

They seem to
have established

a very serious case

against the son of
the murdered man.

There's a big one
just under that rock.

So then it's a murder?

Well, it's
projected to be so.

Of course I shall
take nothing for granted

until I've had a chance to
look into it personally.

Naturally.

I don't wish to
spoil your holiday

but I was wondering
if I could persuade you

to join me
for a couple of days?

Well of course.

Are you sure?

I shall be delighted.

Then we must
move quickly,

our local train
leaves in 35 minutes.

Your water, sir.

Watson, all of this
fresh air will kill me.

Mmm.

Well, the
London Press don't
seem much interested,

not very full accounts.

Yes.

Useless.

So much for
the London Press.

It all seems
depressingly simple,

what persuaded you to take
an interest in this case?

This.

Boscombe Valley mystery.

There has been a grave
miscarriage of justice.

The matter is urgent.

We need your help.

Please come if you
can, Alice Turner.

Good heavens, who
is Alice Turner?

She is the daughter
of Mr. Turner,

also Australian who
owns this whole estate.

Oh, well it's a mystery,
not murder to Miss Turner.

Note the "we" Watson,
we need your help.

If ever there's a cry
from the heart that is

that it leaps
from the paper.

Have you seen this lady?

No, not yet.

Do you remember a
certain Sergeant Summerby?

Summerby?

Oh, yes, the case
of the counterfeit
Spanish dollars.

Mexican.

A pleasant fellow much
admired your methods

did he not?

Probably his reason for
promotion to Inspector.

He is in charge of
the case and it was he

who organized this
accommodation for us.

Us?

You presumed
that I would come?

No, not presumed, Watson,

hoped, very much hoped.

Well, Mr. Holmes

and you, Doctor,

it's a pleasure
to see you again.

Congratulations on your
promotion, Inspector.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's a quiet
district as a rule

but nonetheless my own.

I have a carriage waiting.

Ah, oh.

McCarthy, the murdered man

rented a farm
called Havely

from a Mr. Turner

who is one of the largest
London proprietors

in this part
of the country.

He made his
money in Australia.

I presume that
both being colonials

they had much in common.

Old friends, I believe.

Well, Mr. Turner has
been in failing health

for some time.

He has a daughter
called Alice?

An only child and
a most charming one.

We surmise
that Miss Turner

and the McCarthy
boy are friends?

Great friends.

It was Miss Turner
who brings me here.

Oh I know, Mr. Holmes,

and to be quite
honest with you

I'm surprised you came.

The case is as
plain as a flag staff

and the more I get into it
the plainer than it comes.

So I have warned
Miss Turner that this time

not even
Mr. Sherlock Holmes

will be able
to work miracles.

It's a
beautiful countryside.

Yes, yes, indeed
this is Boscombe Valley.

And over there at the
bottom is Boscombe Mirror

where the
murder took place,

a peaceful
place for a tragedy.

Any witnesses?

I expected that
question, Mr. Holmes.

The principle witness
is William Crowder,

one of
Mr. Turner's gamekeepers.

It was after
I had me dinner,

last Monday it was, the...

The third of June.

Oh, that's right.

Now I fed the
young pheasants,

ports we call them.

You were
planting out lettuces.

Oh, that's right,

I was setting
out some lettuces,

those lettuces over there.

When my little
girl, Patience,

she comes running up.

Dad, dad, the
McCarthy's are fighting.

Well it won't
be the first time.

Well, don't you worry
about it, Patience,

it ain't no
concern of ours.

Go on, in you go.

That, Mr. McCarthy,

he has a temper
that one, you know.

You know, if he
thought another gun

had poached his
bird out shooting,

he'd let fly
in a real fury.

Was the boy the
same way inclined?

No milk for me, please.

No.

No, not that
I've noticed anyway.

No, he always seemed
a nice enough boy.

I'm surprised
him doing such a thing.

But, then again,

he was provoked.

No doubt, who's to say.

You tell the gentlemen
what happened next.

What?

You haven't
forgotten what you said

in evidence
at the inquest.

Forgotten?

I shant forget that
day not so long as I live.

I just sent
Patience into her mother

and I hadn't planted
out no more than
another hour box,

when Hugh McCarthy
come running up

looking like
he'd seen a ghost.

My father's met with
a terrible accident.

Please come with me,
I need your help.

Where is he?

Down by the Mirror.

Is he alive?

You just come
along with me.

I brought him back here

and I sent me wife down to
the track for the police.

Did the boy say anything?

No, no, not a word.

He just sat
there where you are,

sobbing and moaning

and I didn't
take me eyes off him

until they came for
him, that's the truth.

Did you examine
the gun at all,

the butt for instance?

No.

No, not especially,

there was a
bit of mud on it.

He wiped it.

He wiped it.

Well I might've done.

I mean it would've
been natural wouldn't it?

There was Mr. McCarthy
lying there dead

with his head bashed in.

He hadn't got that way
swatting wasps had he?

And you believe that
the boy killed his father?

Well, of course I do, sir.

I mean who else
could've done it?

I can tell you
this much, gentlemen.

All right, now, I'm a
gamekeeper all right

and when a man's
got a gun in his hand

strange things can happen.

Oh, now I've seen men,

quiet law abiding
gentleman,

you put a gun
in their hands

they turn
into near maniacs.

Thank you so
much, Mr. Crowder,

for giving so much
of your valuable time.

Oh, it's been a
pleasure gentlemen.

It's not the first time

I've been able to help
the cause of justice,

no, not by a long shot.

All right, well last
year at Candlemas time,

you remember Inspector?

No, I'm a liar, it
were two years ago.

Well, we must
be on our way.

Well, I'm on the side
of law and order, sir,

the Inspector
will tell you that.

Indeed you are, Crowder.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

They're all the same
these country people.

Once they get an audience

they'll talk the
hind leg off a donkey.

Now if you follow me

I'll take you down to
the scene of the crime.

No need for the moment.

That's very true, no need
in the circumstances.

It's a sad case, but
a pretty clear one,

the glass is high.

Weather set fair.

I shall like to call
on James McCarthy.

I can arrange
it if you wish.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

One more thing I should
tell you, Mr. Holmes.

When the boy was
charged with the murder,

he didn't appear in
the least surprised.

In fact, he said it was
no more than his desserts,

those were his very words.

A confession?

You might think so.

Did he also protest
his innocence?

Yes.

But then again, they
always do don't they?

I think we best be
getting back to the hotel.

I have some calls to
make on the estate.

Until tomorrow then.

Boscombe Arms.

The boy said he got no
more than his desserts,

well that's a pretty
suspicious remark.

I mean,

coming after such a
damning series of events.

On the contrary the
brightest rips I can see

in the clouds at present.

Self-approach contrition
displayed by his remark

appears to be signs
of a healthy mind,

rather than a guilty one.

Many men have been hanged

on far slighter evidence.

So they have

and many men have
been hanged wrongfully.

Oh, look, a pheasant.

Mm, witness.

That's James McCarthy.

I had a conversation
with my father,

which led to high words,

and almost to blows.

As his temper was
becoming ungovernable,

I left him
and went up the hill.

I hadn't gone more
than a hundred yards

when I heard
a hideous outcry,

which caused me
to run back again.

I found my father

expiring on the ground

with his head
terribly injured.

Did you see anyone
near your father

when you returned?

No, no one.

I have no idea how
he came by his injuries.

He was not
a popular man,

but as far as I know

he had no active enemies.

I know nothing
further of the matter.

Did your father
say anything to you

before he died?

He mumbled a few words

but all I could catch was
some allusion to a rat.

Silence, be quiet.

A rat?

And what did you
understand by that?

It conveyed nothing to me.

I thought,

well I thought
he was delirious.

What was the point upon
which you and your father

had this final quarrel?

I should prefer not to
answer that question, sir.

I'm afraid that
I must press it.

It really is impossible
for me to tell you

but I can assure you
that it had nothing to do

with the sad
tragedy that followed.

That is for the
court to decide.

I need hardly
point out to you

that your
refusal to answer

will prejudice
your case considerably

in any future proceedings,

which may arise.

You may sit down.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you are here to discover
the cause of death

of Mr. William McCarthy

and thereafter to
deliver your verdict.

You have heard
the facts of this crime

and I believe they make
the situation very clear.

Mr. James McCarthy's
account of his
father's dying

is singular
to say the least.

His refusal
to give any details

of their last conversation

must go very
much against him.

The verdict of willful
murder seems to me to fit

the facts we have heard.

I hope I make
myself clear.

So willful murder it was.

Monstrous.

Well the boy did
rather ask for it.

My dear Watson,
don't you see that
both you and the coroner

have been some pains

to single out
the strongest points

in the young man's favor?

Don't you see that you're
terribly giving credit

for much too much
imagination or too little.

Too little, if he could
not invent a quarrel

which would give him
the sympathy of the jury.

Too much, if he
evolved from his own

inner consciousness
anything so outr�

as a dying of
reference to a rat.

Well, these country
coroners do think

they're little
tin pot gods.

It's an absolute scandal.

No, no, no.

I shall approach this case
from the point of view

of what this young
man says is true.

We have a visitor.

Our young
client has arrived.

Come in.

I'm so glad you've
come, Mr. Holmes.

I'm Alice Turner.

And this is my friend
and colleague, Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson, of course.

Miss Turner.

It is you who
have written down

some of Mr. Holmes' cases

in such an
interesting way.

You see I know all
about you, Mr. Holmes

and your
wonderful success.

If you knew how
much we need you now,

but do you yet know
anything of what happened?

Please sit
down Miss Turner.

Inspector Summerby has
told me something of it.

Oh, yes, the Inspector.

He gave me your address.

He's quite
a kind man, isn't he?

But he doesn't understand.

How could he,
he's a policeman.

Mr. Holmes, I know
that James didn't do it.

I know it and
I want you to start

your work knowing it too.

Never let yourself
doubt upon that point.

Have you known
James McCarthy
a long time?

Yes, all my life.

We have known each other
since we were children,

but he's too
tender-hearted

to hurt a fly.

This charge is just absurd

to anyone who
really knows him.

Well, I hope that
we may clear him.

I shall do all I can.

But from what
you've heard already,

do you not
think he's innocent?

I think it is probable.

I don't know my
friend is so convinced.

I think that Mr. Holmes
is being a little,

a little quick
in his conclusions.

But you are right.

Oh, I know that
you are right.

James never did it.

This quarrel
with his father,

which he would not
talk about to the coroner,

do you know
anything of it?

I believe it was because
I was concerned in it.

In what way?

It is no time
to hide anything now.

James and his father

had many
disagreements about me.

Mr. McCarthy
was very anxious

that there should be
a marriage between us,

but James and I have
always loved each other

like brother and sister.

Of course we
haven't seen so much

of each other lately.

I have been away
at boarding school

for some years

and James has been
studying in Liverpool.

He is only 22 and has
seen very little of life

and well, I suppose
he does not wish

to do anything
like that just yet.

So there were quarrels.

And this, I'm sure,
was one of them.

How old are you,
Miss Turner?

I am 18, quite nearly 19.

As you say,

this isn't a time
to hide anything.

Are you in love
with James McCarthy?

Yes, I am, Mr. Holmes,

very much in love.

There is no one else

and never will be even if,

And he with you?

Oh, I think so.

I hope so,

but how should
I know for sure?

We have never
discussed marriage.

Was your father in
favor of such a union?

No, he was adverse to it.

No one but Mr. McCarthy
was in favor of it.

Thank you for
being so frank with us.

If I was to
visit your father

could I see him, please?

I'm afraid not.

The doctor has
forbidden any visitors.

Oh, I'm sorry, we did
not know he was so ill.

My father has
never been strong

but this has
broken him completely.

Oh, he has
taken to his bed

and Dr. Willow
says that he's a wreck

and his nervous
system is shattered.

Well I can hardly leave
him or I would've been

at the railway
station to meet you.

Well, you see,

Mr. McCarthy
was the only man alive

who had known dad in
the old days in Australia.

Australia?

In Victoria at the
mines, the gold mines,

that's where dad
made all his money.

You have been of
material assistance to me.

Will you be able
to see James?

Tomorrow.

Tell him that I know
him to be innocent.

I will.

Could you give him this?

Of course.

And if you have any
news you will tell me?

I must go home now.

I left my father
asleep but if he awakes

and I'm not there
he'll be upset.

Goodbye.

Goodbye and God help
you in your undertaking.

Morning Inspector.

May I see him
alone, please?

As you wish, Mr. Holmes.

But remember this
man is on remand

accused of willful murder

and as you well know

such a man under
such circumstances

isn't likely
to speak the truth.

Oh, thank you for
your good advice.

James McCarthy,

my name is
Sherlock Holmes.

I'm here to help you.

How should I know that?

You came with
the police Inspector,

I saw him out there.

I'm here at the
request of Miss Turner.

I am sorry, Mr. Holmes.

Lately I've learned
to trust no one.

I'm afraid
you've come too late.

They've already
made up their minds

that I am guilty.

Well, I have not.

The Coroner's court.

Oh yes, and the
Coroner's jury,

innocent to inquire
into the facts.

They do not
sit in judgment.

Well, how can I help you?

I'd like you to tell me
exactly what happened.

Let's sit down over here
where we can talk quietly

and not be overheard.

Where shall I start?

You choose.

Well, I've been
studying in Liverpool

for some three years.

My father was most anxious

I should have some
academic qualifications.

It was on that day,

June the 3rd
that I returned home.

Was your father
expecting you?

No, no, not exactly.

He knew I was due
for a few days holiday,

but not the exact date.

Our local carrier
took me up to the farm

from the village.

Welcome home, nice to see
you back, Master James.

Oh, it's nice
to be back, George.

Hey, Stan, Stan?

Is my father in the house?

No, no, went off
about five minutes ago,

looked as though he
had something on his mind.

All right, George.

Will you be
wanting pony later?

No, no, I'll
ride tomorrow.

I might have a gun,

see if I could
pull a few rabbits.

Plenty shooting,

place is
crawling with them.

Welcome.

Hello, father.

James?

What are you doing here?

I'm just here for
a few days that's all.

Well, I don't
want you down here

so get up out of it,

keep away from it,
do you understand?

Yes, why?

None of your
damn business!

Just do as you're told.

James.

Look, now you are here

get over the
Turner's place

and tell that girl
you'll marry her.

I'll do no such thing.

Look, father, we have been
through all this before.

Do as I tell you,

you damn, disobedient,
little bastard.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun!

It's my life and
I'm going to run it

the way I like.

All right, damn you!

I'll throw you out.

I'll ruin you.

You'll see.

Now get off out of it!

I had hardly gone
any distance at all

when I heard
a terrible scream.

I ran back down

and found my father
lying on his side.

Did you see anyone else?

No one.

No movement anywhere?

No, my attention was
entirely on my father.

He was terribly wounded.

You would not
tell the coroner

about this quarrel
with your father.

It was something private.

It was no business of his.

Was it not because
this confrontation

with your father might
seem to incriminate you?

No, no, it was because
it concerned Alice.

It was no business of the
coroners or anyone else's.

I wasn't going
to have her name

bandied about
in the courtroom.

Hmm.

You do know that
Alice loves you, James

and believes
you to be innocent.

Yes, I know.

The thought of her
love and her faith in me

has kept me in
some sort of sanity

in this horrible place.

And yet you had
no wish to marry her

as your father
so clearly wished?

Perhaps you did
not share her love?

I did.

I do, Mr. Holmes,

I love Alice Turner.

I, I adore her,

I worship the very ground
she treads on, but...

And yet?

I could not ask her
to marry me because,

because I was
married already.

Don't you think you'd
better tell me about it?

When I first started
studying in Liverpool

my father gave me a
very generous allowance.

Perhaps too generous
for my own good.

I became very wild

and fell in with
a bad set of people.

And in a fit
of drunken madness

I went through
a form of marriage

in a register office

to a woman much
older than I was,

a barmaid.

I hardly ever saw
Alice at that time.

Of course I
couldn't tell my father.

He would certainly
have thrown me out

as he'd so
often threatened.

Yes, I'm sure he would.

Have you any idea

who would've killed
your father so brutally?

None whatsoever.

Do you know
I go over the scene

day after day
after day in my mind.

But, I am as puzzled
as everyone else is.

Don't give up hope.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Oh, oh, Mr. Holmes?

Yeah?

It hardly concerns
all this business

but perhaps
I should tell you.

Some good has come
out of this evil.

Since I've been in here

I received a message
from the woman I married

who has read
in the newspapers

that I am
in serious trouble

and likely to be hanged.

She wrote that she
had a husband already

in the Bermuda dockyard.

Good heavens!

So, there is no
legal tie between us.

If only
I had known before.

You were right to tell me.

Poor fellow.

Must've been maddening

to be upbraided
by his father

for not doing something

he would give his
very eyes to do.

If he's innocent,

who did it?

Indeed.

Well perhaps I can help.

I've not been entirely
idle in your absence.

Now in the
surgeon's deposition

of the inquest it states

that the posterior third
of the left parietal bone

and the left half
of the occipital bone

were shattered by
blows from a blunt weapon.

Now that's here now behind

but the evidence states
that they were quarreling

face to face.

That's a very nice piece
of deduction, Watson.

Thank you.

But hardly a valid one.

McCarthy could've
easily turned his back

the moment the
girl had run off.

But I'm so glad that
you're coming around

to my way of thinking
and Miss Turner's.

The boy is innocent.

Now, Holmes you're
putting words in my mouth,

I didn't say that.

But you're thinking
it just a little.

These boots were the ones
the master was wearing

at the time he
was murdered, sir.

I've cleaned them
off since, of course.

Those, those are a
pair of Master James's.

He bought them new
last (unintelligible).

Thank you, George, now
let's get onto the Mirror.

This is the
place, Mr. Holmes.

You can still see
traces of the blood.

Please, would you
keep clear of this area?

Why did you enter
the Mirror, Inspector?

Fished them
out with a rack,

thought there might be
some weapon thrown there

or some other trace.

If only I'd been
here before they came

like a herd of buffalo
and wallowed all over it.

This must be the
gamekeeper and his gang.

These tracks
are young McCarthy's

And these.

Twice he walked.

He turned.

Once he ran

so the soles of the
feet are deeply marked,

the heels are
hardly visible.

That would bear out
his story he ran

when he saw his
father on the ground.

(unintelligible).

The father paced
up and down right here.

What have we here?

Tiptoes.

Tiptoes.

Square toes
most unusual boots.

Where did mister
square toes come from?

He'd a made a rare
bloodhound Mr. Holmes.

Ah.

It has been a case
of considerable interest.

Come.

Thank you, George.

Thank you, sir.

Would you
deliver this note?

Yes, sir, indeed.

Right away.

This may interest
you Inspector.

The murder was
done with it.

I can see no marks.

There are none.

Well, how do
you know then?

The grass was
growing under it.

It had only been
there a few days.

It corresponds
with the injuries.

And the murderer?

He's a tall man,
left handed,

limps with the right leg,

wears thick-soled shooting
boots with square toes,

smokes Indian cigars,
uses a cigar holder

and carries a blunt
pen knife in his pocket.

You're a brilliant
man, Mr. Holmes,

and I wish
I had your brains.

Your theories
are all very well

but I'm still
not convinced.

Not this time.

We have to deal with a
hardheaded British jury.

Well, you've had your
chance, Inspector.

I'm a practical
man, Mr. Holmes,

I cannot undertake to
go around the country

looking for a
left-handed gentleman

with the gamey leg,

unless I become
the laughing
stock of Cheshire.

We shall see.

You work your method,

I shall work mine.

Now, let us take
this morning's work.

From my
examination of the ground

I gained details

as to the personality
of the criminal.

Uh-huh.

But how?

You know my method.

It's founded on the
observance of trifles.

Well, his height I know
you might roughly judge

by the
length of his stride,

his boots by his traces
but the man's nameless.

The impression of
his right foot was always

left distinct
than that of the left.

Why?

Because he limped.

He's left-handed,

the blow
was delivered from
immediately behind him

yet he was on
the left-hand side.

Watson.

He must've been a
left-handed man,
of course.

He stood behind that tree

during the confrontation
between father and son.

He even smoked.

Smoked?

Cigar ash.

An Indian cigar.

You will remember
my little monograph

on the subject
of ashes from pipe,

cigar and
cigarette tobacco.

One hundred different
varieties if I remember.

One hundred and forty,
thank you, Watson.

Having discovered the ash,

I discovered this stump

which the man had
thrown among the moss.

An Indian cigar
rolled in Rotterdam.

You'll notice

that the end has
not been in his mouth

so he used
a cigar holder.

The tip has been
cut off, not bitten,

but the cut is
not a clean one,

so I deduced a
blunt penknife.

You're amazing.

Among the words
mumbled by the dying man.

The only word that young
McCarthy could understand

was the word rat.

Rat, hmm.

Most curious.

Come with me.

Now.

What do you read?

A rat.

And now?

Balla-rat, Ballarat.

That is the word
the man uttered.

Australia.

Someone from
Ballarat, what is
Ballarat known for?

Goldfield.

Miss Turner said that her
father had met McCarthy

on the Goldfield.

I see the direction,
which all this points.

An Australian
from Ballarat

and one who is at
home in the district.

Unless I'm very much
mistaken, he's here.

Mr. John Turner.

Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson.

My daughter told me
you were lodging here.

Did you get my note?

Yes, yes,

something about coming
here to avoid a scandal.

Better than meeting
up at the hall,

people might talk.

Why do you wish to see me?

Oh, yes.

I know all about
you and McCarthy.

My friend Watson will
jot down a few facts.

I promise it
will not be used

unless it is
absolutely needed.

Do sit down.

You didn't know
the dead man McCarthy.

He was a devil incarnate.

God keep you
out of the clutches

of a man such as he.

His grip has been
upon me these many years

and he's blasted my life.

I'll tell you first how
I came to be in his power.

It was in the early
60's at the diggings.

I was a young chap then,

hot blooded and reckless.

Well, I had no
luck with me claim,

took to the bush and
came what you'd call

a highway robber.

There was a
little gang of us

who lived a
wild free life of it.

Sticking up a
station from time to time

or stopping the
wagon on the road
from the diggings.

They called me
Black Jack of Ballarat.

I believe they still
remember the Ballarat gang

in the colony.

The wagon driver
was McCarthy

and I spared him.

Get out of it!

Go on, shift!

Do a
(unintelligible), fast!

We got away with the gold.

And Mac and I
were wealthy men

beyond the
dreams of Everest.

There was...

There was...

There was a
price on our heads.

I decided to
make for England.

I determined
to settle down

to a quiet and
respectable life.

I bought this
estate that included

the whole village
even this inn is mine.

I set myself to do a
little good with my money

to make up for the way
in which I'd earned it.

I married and then my
darling wife died young.

She left me my
dear little Alice.

I was a happy
man you might say,

until McCarthy
laid his grip upon me.

He followed my trail,

when he first came here,

he'd hardly a coat
to his back or a
boot to his foot.

"Here we are,
Jack," he said,

You can have
the keeping of us,

me and my little boy,

and if you don't,

England is a fine
law-abiding country

and there's always
a policeman handy.

I was a sitting
duck for blackmail.

There was no
shaking him off,

there was no rest,

no peace,

no forgetfulness.

Turn there I would,

there was his cunning,
grinning face at me elbow.

Whatever he
wanted he must have

and whatever it was

I gave him
without question.

Land, money, houses

until at last
he asked the thing

I could not give.

He asked for Alice.

His son and my
girl had grown up.

He knew I was
in weak health.

It seemed a fine
stroke to him that his son

should step into
the whole property.

There I was firm.

I would not have
his cursed stock

mixed with mine.

Not that I had any
dislike for the lad,

but his father's
blood was in him

and that was enough.

I stood firm.

McCarthy threatened,

I braved him
to do his worst.

We arranged to
meet at the Mirror,

halfway between our two
houses to talk it over.

- Do as you're told.

James.

As I listened to
his talk all that was

black and bitter

seemed to come upper most

and he was urging his
son to marry my daughter

with as little regard
for what she might think

as a slut from
off the streets.

We have been
through all this before.

Do as I tell you, boy,

you damn disobedient
little bastard.

It drove me mad
to think that I

and all that I held dear

should be in the
power of such a man.

It's my life and
I'm going to run it

the way I like.

I was a dying
and desperate man.

If I could silence that
foul tongue I could still

save me and my family's
reputation in this valley.

Get off out of it.

I did it, Mr. Holmes,

and I would do it again.

Deeply though I've sinned

I've lived a life of
martyrdom to atone for it.

If my girl should
become entangled

in the same meshes
which held me

was more than
I could suffer.

I struck him down with
no more compunction

than if he'd been some
foul and venomous beast.

That is the true
story gentlemen

of all that occurred.

It is not for
me to judge you,

but I hope that
we may never expose

to such temptation.

I pray not, sir.

I'm a dying man.

I've had the
diabetes for years.

My doctor says it's
a question of whether

I shall live a month

and I'd rather die
under me own roof

than in a jail.

No, McCarthy must
be got off, however.

God help me but
I wouldn't let that

young man come to harm.

I'll give you my word
that I'd have spoken out

if it went against
him at the assizes.

I'm very glad
to hear you say so.

I'd have spoken now

if it had not been
for my dear girl.

It would break her heart.

It'll break her heart

when she hears
that I'm arrested.

It may not come to that.

We're not the police.

I am no official agent.

I'm here at your
daughter's request.

Alice?

Alice.

Then what do
you intend to do?

In view of your
health, nothing.

You are yourself aware
that you'll have to answer

for your deed at a higher
court than the assizes.

If young
McCarthy's condemned

I shall be forced
to use this confession.

If not, it will never
be seen by mortal eye

and your secret whether
you be alive or dead,

shall be safe.

Farewell then.

Your own deathbeds
when they come

a little bit
easier for a thought

of the peace that
you've given to mine.

Oh God, help us.

Turner, John Stewart,
16th of August,

Boscombe Hall Cheshire.

After a long illness,

bravely born,
beloved father of Alice.

Well, we're free
to use that confession

at young McCarthy's trial.

No, by no means.

My promise was it
would not be used

unless McCarthy
is condemned

and I think I've
given enough objections

to the charge to
insure his acquittal.

Well, I hope so.

I love you.

I love you too.

Will you marry me?

Yes, I will.

A happy ending
to a brilliant case.

I congratulate
you, Holmes.

I thank you.

I must admit

there are certain
aspects to this case,

which even I
did not anticipate.