All language subtitles for The Moriarty Heist 1976

Ah, Colonel Moran.

Your punctuality does you credit.

Is everything proceeding according to

schedule? Indeed it has.

Number 10. Moran Moriarty with Brackish

cigar case at midnight exactly.

Perfect. With one exception.

A trifling one, perhaps.

But I simply do not happen to be Colonel

Moran.

Sherlock Holmes. At your service.

I can well imagine the profundity of

your disappointment, Professor Moriarty.

And you cannot fail to realize that

there can only be one explanation for my

having successfully penetrated the most

carefully concealed lodgings in the

whole of London.

I observe your choice of decorations is

fully as disagreeable as your choice of

profession.

Where's

Colonel Moran? In custody.

As are Quint,

Adelspitz, Striker, and Nickers. In

short, Professor, your entire

organization here in Britain is now

occupying cells in Bow Street police

station and the assassination of Lord

Brackish has failed.

Damn and blast you for the meddler that

you are, sir.

With your West End ways, talking down

your upper class nose and only happy

when you're dressing up as someone

else's whole life for some schoolboy

lark. BLAST YOU, HOLMES. BLAST YOU.

I suggest you attempt to get a hold of

yourself.

Your rage is beginning to affect your

speech.

Did you come alone tonight?

Since you asked.

Yes.

I thought as much.

I know your methods by now.

Your inability to resist the tour de

force,

the coup de grace,

the necessity of nourishing your ego

unassisted.

Atrocious.

Along with your French.

Yes, my only regret is I must leave

alone.

Your cohorts refuse to implicate you and

Colonel Moran fears for his life to do

so. But be warned, Professor. Your

people have been captured and you are

alone.

Alone and helpless.

And I will HAVE YOU YET.

MR. HOLMES.

Your interference in my affairs has

gradually grown from mild annoyance to

insufferable impertinence.

Tonight's actions have finally rendered

you intolerable to me. Really?

Only tonight.

You've been intolerable to me much

longer than that. Would you be good

enough to observe

this?

And this.

This.

Not to mention this.

Mr. Holmes, there are more than a dozen

ways to kill a man in this room. And

that trapdoor into the Thames would

remove all traces of a man's ever having

been here. Do you wonder why I haven't

employed any of these devices against

you?

Well, it's not for want of trying. No.

It's because they don't suit me.

I will destroy you,

but in my fashion.

Will you?

Yes.

I'm going to crush you

so that your humiliation and downfall

will be witnessed by the entire world.

How fascinating.

And just how do you propose to do that?

The crime of the century.

The past century

and all the centuries to come is in

preparation. It will go forward as

planned, despite the temporary setback

your interference has caused me.

It will go forward. It will take place.

And, Mr. Holmes, it will take place

before your very eyes and you'll be

powerless to prevent it.

The world will gape

at its immensity.

And when the world discovers it occurred

within an arm's length of the

incomparable Sherlock Holmes, the world

will sneer, the world will ridicule, the

world will hound you into oblivion.

And that is why I haven't employed any

of the means at my disposal in this

room.

I have other plans for you,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Have you?

I, on the other hand, have the same plan

I've always had for you.

To see you swing at the end of a

hangman's rope.

And I have no doubt

that mine will be the plan that

prevails.

It's a pity about the chandelier.

It was the only item in the room that

showed the merest modicum of style.

Don't disturb yourself.

I'll show myself out.

>> [music]

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>> Good morning, Watson. Breakfasting?

Ho ho.

How'd you work that out, Holmes, eh? Ho

ho.

Mind awfully, Watson.

You know I have little head for humor

when there's nothing to occupy me but

staring out of

rain-streaked windows at the other side

of the street.

It has been 3 days since I broke the

back of Moriarty's organization.

And there has not been a single letter

or caller worthy of my attention.

As my official biographer, Watson,

you've precious little with which to

occupy yourself these days.

You'll soon be afflicted with the same

boredom that I am suffering. Oh, well,

I'm certain things will change before

long, eh, Holmes?

By the by,

within a fortnight's time you'll be

getting a letter from America.

How on earth do you know that?

Ho.

Stealing a bit of your thunder, eh,

Holmes?

Mystified you, eh?

Thoroughly.

Oh, listen to this.

In the theatrical section.

Our Broadway correspondent reports that

on the 31st of this month, Daniel

Frohman's production of Sir Arthur

Pinero's The Second Mrs. Tanqueray will

open at the Empire Theatre in New York.

In addition to Mr. Kendal, Mr. Huntley,

Mr. East, and Miss Campbell, the

distinguished cast will include in her

first non-singing role, Irene Adler.

Dash it all, Holmes. I was dead set on

astonishing you.

You have, Watson.

Your ability to extract the single item

of unalloyed interest from the massive

wordage of The Times is an extraordinary

facility.

Has she never failed to send you first

night tickets, eh, Holmes?

Never.

Always row B, seats five and seven.

The last

nine seasons.

One of these days we must find ourselves

in those seats, eh, Watson?

They've gone begging far too long.

Come in.

The post has just come. Thank you, Mrs.

Hudson. And could I make you some hot

tea? Yes, and a slice or two of that

gammon if there's any left.

Watson,

you must apologize to the transatlantic

mails. Your estimate of a fortnight

lacks 13 days of proving itself

accurate.

Row B as usual, eh, Holmes? Seats five

Holmes, what is it?

What a rum affair, Holmes.

What did she tear them up for like that?

Watson, there's not a moment to lose.

We must set off for New York this very

day. Engage passage immediately. Yes,

yes, at once.

WHAT, WATERLOO STATION, DRIVER? WE'VE 40

minutes to catch the boat train.

I am trying to connect two events that

by all sense and logic cannot be

connected. Truly a futile exercise. And

what are they?

Well, my conversation with Moriarty

three nights ago and the sheet of those

shredded theater tickets this morning.

How could the one have the remotest

connection with the other?

I don't know, Watson.

I don't know.

And yet, if I were Moriarty and my one

unwavering determination for the

destruction of Sherlock Holmes, I would

expend every effort of my command to

seek out the

single

the only [ __ ] in his armor, however

small it may be. And once I had found

it, if it exists at all,

it is there I should thrust with all the

strength and fury I can muster. [ __ ] in

your armor, rubbish.

There's no such thing as a [ __ ] in your

armor.

Isn't there, Watson?

Isn't there?

That will do very nicely, thank you.

Thank you very much. Handsome? Thank

you. Handsome?

I said, are you handsome? Handsome is as

handsome does, mister, and you'll do

quite nicely. I say, did you hear that,

Holmes? Come along, you. Off you go. Off

you go. Shoo, shoo. Oh, well.

Well, let that be a lesson to you,

Watson. They don't have handsome cabs in

New York, just cabs.

Cab?

Over here, my man.

SEE WATSON?

GET OUR CASES ABOARD AS QUICKLY as you

can, will you?

The Empire Theater, and don't spare your

steed. Jump in, Watson.

Ah, nearly just on half past three.

Eight, Holmes.

What are you talking about? Half past

eight, see?

Watson, we are on New York time.

Oh.

Oh, well, I've always found Greenwich

time perfectly adequate to my needs. I

see no reason for changing it now.

Hello, what's this?

How do I GET THROUGH HERE? You can't.

Go around the south end of Lafayette

Square.

Well, that'll take a half an hour.

Driver, what is this?

It's the new subway, sir. Subway?

Subway.

It's their word for underground. Now

that he mentions it, I recall reading of

its construction. New York's first, I

understand. Did you tell me they don't

have an underground railway here?

Stands to reason, doesn't it? They don't

have hansom cabs.

Driver, where are we now?

8th Avenue, sir. Almost to 34th Street.

Good.

Come along, Watson.

The Empire Theater is on 39th and

Broadway.

The walk will do us good.

Driver, would you be kind enough to get

our cases to the Algonquin Hotel the

best way you are able?

I'm sure that

this will take care of any

inconvenience. Thank you.

Come along, Watson. We walked this

distance in half an hour on a single

afternoon in London.

HEADS UP, MISTER. I SAY, LOOK HERE.

THINK WE FOUGHT A WAR to keep these

barbarians in the Commonwealth.

Watson, see if you can purchase two

tickets for this evening's performance.

I will endeavor to find out what I can

inside. Yes, I will, of course, Holmes.

I'll I'll join you when I've done.

Oh, excuse me, is this a queue?

Yes, sir.

How do you do?

Excuse me, is Miss Irene Adler in? Was

she here today, do you know? Nobody here

but me, sir. I must speak with her at

once. Do you know where I might find

her? No one is to be disturbed until

curtain time. Mr. Furman's orders. This

is extremely urgent. Sorry, Mr. Furman's

orders.

Do you know her address? Look, I just

finished counting seats.

>> Yes, right.

Look here, my good man. When did you

last see Miss Adler?

This morning at line rehearsal. Was she

all right? Letter perfect.

Was she?

I cannot tell you how relieved I am to

learn that. Wonder if I might prevail

upon you for a further service. Would

you be so kind as to give Miss Adler my

card directly she gets to the theater.

Tell her I'm at the Algonquin Hotel and

must speak with her as soon as possible.

I think I can arrange that for you, Mr.

Sherlock Holmes.

You will have earned my undying

gratitude. Good afternoon. Good

afternoon, sir.

As I hoped, Watson, we have a splendid

piece of reassurance. As late as this

morning, Irene was apparently in good

health. Good. And what have you been

able to accomplish? As the run goes,

Holmes, it was the run go.

See those?

Last two in the house, the fellow in the

window says.

Ruby.

Seats five and seven.

Don't bother, Holmes.

I already questioned the fellow.

You have? Those tickets were purchased a

fortnight ago.

By Irene Adler.

To send to me. Exactly.

Why are they here? They were returned.

When? Earlier this afternoon.

>> By whom?

Uh a stranger. Chap in the box office,

never seen him before, he says.

Holmes, what do you make of it all?

Watson, my apprehensions return.

Those tickets sent to me in Baker Street

were forgeries.

These were intercepted before they could

reach me. Whatever for?

The phrase continues to ring in my ears.

The crime of the century, the past

century, and for all centuries to come

is now in preparation.

Moriarty said that to me. You mean he's

behind behind whatever it is that's

going on? It will take place before your

very eyes.

And you will be powerless to prevent it.

Watson, there is devilry afoot.

I feel it in my very marrow. What are we

to do about it?

Until it chooses to reveal its nature to

us,

there is nothing we can do.

Except dress,

dine, and attend this theater tonight.

>> [music]

>> Is he in? Upstairs.

Come in.

Have you got something for me, Zimmer?

He's here.

Indeed he is.

All right, back to your post. You know

what to do. Yes, sir.

Act one, the cast is assembled.

The play begins.

Oh, Holmes.

Yes, Watson?

There's not a red Indian in the entire

place.

I had noticed.

We should have stayed.

We didn't have to rush dinner. After

all.

It looks late.

I wonder what's wrong.

Do you suppose anything's wrong?

It's way past curtain time.

See what time they started.

Oh, yeah.

Time they were getting on with it and

all that, eh?

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Mr. Daniel

Furman. I beg your indulgence, please.

Due to the sudden indisposition of Miss

Irene Adler, Watson, quick. I'm sorry.

the part of somebody at this performance

I just don't know. will be played by

Miss May Robson. Thank you.

I demand to speak to Miss Adler at once.

My name is Sherlock Holmes. Oh, Mr.

Holmes, thank heavens you're here. Where

is she? So far as I know, at home. I

must know exactly what happened.

All I can tell you, sir, is that when

she didn't appear after half hour was

called, I sent the call boy to her

house, and he returned with this.

As you can see, it just says she's sick

and will be unable to perform.

With a full house and the curtain

already delayed 15 minutes, I had no

alternative but to go out front and make

the announcement you just heard. Mr.

Holmes, can you shed any light on such

behavior? This is absolutely unlike Miss

Adler.

I can shed some light, Mr. Furman. This

note was not written by someone suddenly

taken ill. It was written by a person in

the clutches of the most extreme terror.

Well, look at the hasty scrawl. The hand

is shaking, so it's scarcely able to

hold the pen. In fact, here, here, and

here, the pen has actually dropped from

her hand.

I must know Miss Adler's address at

once. 14 Gramercy Park, but There's no

time for buts. Come, Watson.

She won't turn up now.

Hardly. Then you two shall hear it.

Doctor, Frank, this is the last time we

are to meet in these rooms.

The last time, really?

Good evening. I must speak to your

mistress at once. I'm sorry, sir. Miss

Adler is not at home.

>> To Sherlock Holmes.

Step aside. I must have that assurance

from the lady's lips. Herself. Irene,

are you there? I'm here, Sherlock.

It's all right, Hella.

Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson may come up.

Yes, madam.

Here.

May I ring for refreshments and coffee,

brandy?

Care to sit down?

Sherlock, you're

you're looking quite well. You've hardly

changed in the years since we've met.

And Dr. Watson, are you quite well also?

>> Thank you, dear lady. Irene, we were at

the theater tonight.

Did the performance go on? With your

understudy.

The audience was naturally disappointed

at the substitution. Miss Robson is a

very promising fine young performer.

What is the

indisposition of which you're suffering?

A trifling matter. I took

>> Irene, why did you not go to the theater

tonight?

Did Mr. Furman not explain it to you?

>> I be spared this masquerade.

It demeans a friendship of almost 10

years standing.

Irene, it is time for the truth.

What is it that holds you in this grip

of almost unbearable terror?

What is the message you are awaiting,

and why are you prepared to remain up

the entire night and not leave this

house until you receive it?

I should have remembered.

I cannot pretend in front of Mr.

Sherlock Holmes. Holmes, what do you

mean by A MESSAGE, ABOUT STAYING UP ALL

NIGHT, ABOUT NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE?

>> SIMPLICITY ITSELF, WATSON.

Irene has canceled the most important

night of her career.

And look at the fire,

made up to last until morning.

And that curtain,

see it hangs untidily. Again and again

it has been thrust to one side, so that

the street below can

The window is unlatched.

As I say, someone has repeatedly stepped

out here looking in all directions.

Waiting.

Waiting for what?

Watson,

not a single piece of furniture in this

room bears the imprint of a human form.

Irene, you have spent the time since at

least 8:00 this evening pacing up and

down, sitting only at that desk over

there to write the note to Mr. Furman.

What is this?

Who is this child?

His name is Scott.

He's my son.

Where is the boy now?

He's upstairs in bed.

May I see him?

He's asleep. I shall be very quiet.

I'm afraid I cannot oblige you.

>> I am convinced you cannot. This

photograph normally stands on the desk

here.

A faint line of dust marks where the

base usually rests.

You seized it up while you were pacing.

You gazed at it with a

with a look of longing,

with a sob of anxiety, I dare say, and

then you flung it onto the sofa, because

the boy is not upstairs in bed.

The boy is not in this house at all. The

boy has been kidnapped. Yes.

YES, YES, HE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED, and I'm

out of my mind with grief.

Holmes, good heavens, the lady's at the

end of her tether.

Watson, fetch her some brandy.

Irene, please,

you must control yourself. We have no

time.

I must know exactly what happened.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

I will have a drop of brandy. Thank you

also. Of course, dear lady.

Yes, madam.

Hella,

would you tell Fräulein Röckenbauer to

come down right away, please?

Of course, madam.

Ich bin zur Schule gegangen, um den

Jungen abzuholen. English, Fräulein. Ja,

natürlich, bitte Englisch.

I had gone to meet the young boy at

school, and we were walking home, which

we used to do each day. It is this

afternoon you're referring to, Fräulein?

Ja.

Please describe to us. Ja.

Um a

three blocks from here, maybe four. Ja,

four. A carriage drew beside us and

stopped. A man was on top driving the

horse. Um it was a closed carriage, and

all the shades were down. Suddenly, a

man leaped from the inside.

Yes, go on. He seized and kicked me.

Good heavens, the brute. Watson, please.

He seized and kicked you. Ja, first by

the hair like this, and then with his

foot like this in the chin. I expect she

means the shin. Thank you, Watson.

What happened then? He threw me into the

gutter. Good in Himmel, was he strong,

so strong. Ja.

Laid his hands on the boy and dragged

him into the carriage, and off they

raced.

Irene, when you learned of this, did you

inform the police? I was on the point of

doing so when When what?

When this telegram arrived. What

telegram?

About to show you, Sherlock.

Try not to be so impatient. I ask your

pardon. When a problem absorbs me, I

tend to neglect formalities. Problem

absorbs me also.

Do nothing, stop. Tell no one, stop.

Further instructions will be

forthcoming, stop.

Disobey these orders,

and you will face the direst

consequences.

Good heavens, lady.

Please sit down.

Holmes.

Irene.

Forgive me. I thought I was stronger.

So there it is, Sherlock.

I have been waiting, waiting, waiting

for those further instructions since

4:00 this afternoon.

It is now nearly 9:30.

What has happened to my son?

Oh,

the message.

Close carriage, Holmes. One man at the

reins, the other must BE AT THE DOOR.

HOLD ON.

GO.

WAIT.

YOU'RE STANDING THERE FOR MY MAN. WHY

DON'T YOU GIVE the note to your

mistress?

Not addressed to Miss Adler, sir. Not

addressed to her?

To whom is it addressed? It's addressed

to you, sir.

I better read this to you.

The life of Scott Adler depends upon one

thing alone, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

your refusal to cooperate with the

police.

You will refuse,

and you will give no reason for your

refusal.

Or the boy will die.

Read.

If you're still awake in an hour's time,

you should take some more of those

powders.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Good night,

gentlemen. That should take care of

matters till morning.

Cab?

Better walk.

Anything you say.

Can you make head or tail of it at all,

Holmes? I can't.

I am being manipulated. Eh, what's that?

Manipulated? How do you mean? That [ __ ]

in my armor has been discovered.

Sure, I haven't the foggiest notion what

you're talking about.

Watson, did you know my full name was

William Sherlock Scott Holmes? Is it?

No, I didn't know that. Same as the lad,

eh?

Well, it's not an uncommon name, is it,

Scott?

What about that explorer, Johnny?

One is down in Antarctica just now,

another Scott.

One thing puzzles me, though.

One thing?

I commend your clarity of mind, Watson.

What thing is that? That bit in the

letter about you not cooperating with

the police. No one's asked you to

cooperate with the police.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Yes, my name is Holmes.

Inspector Lafferty, New York Police

Department.

And I'm Mortimer McGraw,

president of the International Gold

Exchange. How do you do, Mr. McGraw?

This is Dr. Watson. How do you do? Mr.

Watson.

Mr. Holmes, I only learned an hour ago

that you were even in New York.

Would have come to you sooner.

About what?

Mr. McGraw has been kind enough to offer

his landau for our convenience.

Could I trouble you,

both of you, to join us in a short

drive?

As you wish. Thank you. Yes, sir.

Gentlemen,

it is almost 11:00 at night.

More likely, yes.

Mr. Holmes,

have you ever heard of the International

Gold Exchange? No. Gold is a very

attractive metal to thieves, as you well

know.

It is also the major medium of exchange

between nations of the civilized world.

Quite. Shipments of large quantities of

gold from one country to another is not

only arduous, but dangerous.

Because of that, the International Gold

Exchange was established.

May I describe it to you? Please do.

Deep beneath the basement of the Bowery

National Bank here in Manhattan,

cut into the bedrock of the island,

are a number of vaults.

Each vault considered the property of a

sovereign nation whose name appears

above its steel doors. I think I

understand the object of your exchange,

Mr. McGraw. When gold is to be

transferred from one country, Russia,

let us say, to another, Great Britain,

instead of making the long and hazardous

journey from Moscow to London,

the required amount of bullion is merely

removed from one vault and placed into

another near it. Exactly.

Now, six trusted employees of the

exchange do the work that used to

require 600 nationals of the countries

involved,

and the risk of theft has been reduced

to virtually nothing.

Mr. Genius, I congratulate you, sir.

I only have one question. Why are we

being told all this at this hour of

night? Because the gold's been stolen,

that's why.

All of it?

Every brick. Virtually.

When was the theft discovered? When the

door was unlocked at the bottom of the

elevator shaft, the vaults were empty.

And there was a huge hole cut into the

rear wall of the chamber. A hole leading

where? Into the subway excavation that

passes right by the bank.

We found one brick of the bullion in the

tunnel,

another in the excavation. And news of

this incredible theft has been kept from

the public. So far.

Mr. Holmes, in 3 days' time, a

transaction is to take place between

Italy and Germany.

When that happens, the theft will be

discovered, and the international

repercussions will be such that

not even war

world war can be ruled out. Mr. Holmes,

we've only got 3 days to find the gold

and get it back in the vaults,

and we need your help to do it.

The life of Scott Adler depends upon one

thing alone, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Your refusal to cooperate with the

police.

You will refuse, and you will give no

reason for your refusal,

or the boy will die.

Gentlemen, I am sorry. I cannot assist

you in this matter.

You what?

I can be of no service to you in any way

whatsoever.

We weren't talking to Sherlock Holmes?

You have.

Now, gentlemen, you must permit me to

bid you a good night.

Come along, Watson.

Wait a minute.

You can't turn us down like this. We've

come to you because of your worldwide

reputation.

Mr. McGraw has explained to you the

seriousness of the situation. Inspector,

I have nothing further to say on THE

MATTER. WELL, I HAVE SOMETHING FURTHER

TO SAY TO YOU. INSPECTOR, when the

crime's found out,

and it's learned it could lead to a

world war,

AND SHERLOCK HOLMES KNEW ABOUT IT, AND

DIDN'T LIFT ONE FINGER TO ASSIST THE

POLICE, WHAT'S THE WORLD GOING TO THINK

OF THE GREAT SHERLOCK HOLMES THEN? GRAB

ON.

GOOD NIGHT, INSPECTOR.

HEY,

MR. MCGRAW!

THE SCOUNDREL, HOW DARE HE?

NOW, do you understand what I meant when

I spoke of being manipulated?

Now, do you fully appreciate the art,

the genius of this Napoleon of crime?

Napoleon? Who are you talking about?

He knew those mutilated tickets would

bring me to New York. He knew I would be

at the theater tonight, and the

announcement of Irene's indisposition

would make me rush to her home so that

he could deliver that note to me.

He knew that Inspector Lafferty would be

waiting here for me at the hotel,

and that he would enlist my aid in

recovering the gold. And because

of Scott Adler, I would be forced to

refuse him.

Every single thing Moriarty promised me

that night in London has come true.

The crime of the century has been

committed,

and I am helpless to do anything about

it.

Moriarty made off with that gold? And

with Scott Adler, too, I'm convinced.

>> So, what the deuce can he do with all

that bullion?

You heard what McGraw said.

He can bring every nation to the brink

of a world war. What good's a world war

to him?

The prevention of it.

With mankind trembling upon the brink of

unimaginable devastation,

Professor Moriarty will come forward

and reveal that the gold is in his

possession.

The bankrupt nations in his power.

Moriarty,

ruler of the world.

The crime of

all centuries to come.

Indeed it is, Watson.

Indeed it is.

The life of Scott Adler depends upon one

thing alone, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Your refusal to cooperate with the

police.

I am powerless to circumvent it.

Ahem. Holmes?

Yes. Forgive me saying so, Holmes, but

if you're prepared to stand there and

fiddle while the world goes up in smoke,

well, then your precious PROFESSOR

MORIARTY DESERVES to sit on his mountain

of gold and

and tell the rest of us to

to jump.

Uh

Well,

I don't make any bones about what that

damn fiddle does to me nerves. It's

quite all right, Watson.

Please,

don't apologize.

What do you say?

What is it, Holmes?

That man down there is watching this

room.

I saw him twice this evening marching up

and down with his signboards.

Who is he, old Joe?

I wonder what he's up to. I can tell you

that, Watson.

He is wondering what we are up to.

Dear friend, I owe you a profound debt

of gratitude. Oh, come now, Holmes. But

I do, I do.

If you had not reprimanded me just now

as you did, I would have gone on doing

exactly what you accused me of doing,

fiddling while the world burned, and

Moriarty would indeed have won the day.

But you broke the spell, my friend.

Watson,

Why are we being watched? Ask yourself

that question. There's no need to. You

just did.

>> And I'll answer it. If Moriarty's plan

is so perfect, if I am supposed to be

helpless, destroyed,

unable to fight him, then why is it

necessary to have me watched? That's not

an answer, Holmes. It's another

question. And the answer is because the

plan is not perfect. It has one single

flaw in it. And that man down there has

to be there so that Moriarty will know

at once if I discover that flaw. Well,

have you? Yes.

But he is not going to know that.

Watson, what is it that prevents my

assisting the police? Well, the boy's

safety, of course. Of course. So long as

Scott Adler remains Moriarty's captive,

then my hands are tied. His life hangs

upon my inactivity.

But what if the lad were to be snatched

from Moriarty's claws and set free? By

who? By us, and in such a way that

Moriarty still believes him prisoner.

If that can be achieved, then the

manacles fall from my wrists, and I'm

free to turn my attention to the theft

of the gold. Hm. Well, easier said than

done, I'd say. Yes, Watson.

I believe that is just what you have

said. Well, thank you.

Well, chap's still down there.

It's a damp night, too.

He'll have a nice touch of the

rheumatism this morning. I hope he

enjoys it.

Oh, you're not going to start up on that

wretched fiddle again, are you?

Oh, in for one of those sessions, are

we?

Precisely.

Then let me detain you, Watson.

I expect this will be a

four-pipe problem, at the very least.

Yeah.

Well, take care you don't set the

upholstery afire, the way you did that

night at the hospital La Soeur.

Good night, Holmes.

Good night, Watson.

Sleep well.

Holmes! It's half past 12:00 in the

afternoon.

Half past 7:00 in the morning, Watson.

What's that? Well, what must I do?

Oh.

Cheeky beggars, I must say, making up

their own time.

Surprised no one's called the fire

brigade.

Well, our chap's been replaced. This

one's wearing stripes instead of checks.

Well, Holmes, what have you come up

with?

Two points of exceeding interest,

Watson.

About which I shall be delighted to tell

you whilst we're dressing.

Scott Adler's abductor was a woman. But

that's impossible.

Well, the conclusion is inescapable,

Watson.

How did Fräulein Reichenbach's assailant

begin the attack?

Grabbed her by the hair. The instinctive

target of a woman when she finds herself

in combat with another of her gender.

What did she do then?

Kicked her. In the shins. Another

instinctive form of female attack.

I must say, Holmes, none of the ladies

with whom I have been associated

>> Well, don't mention ladies, Watson. I

said a woman. And one of sufficient

strength that she was able to fling the

Fräulein to the ground, seize young

Scott Adler

>> Now, Holmes, you're assuming too much.

It's all very well to say that a woman

struck Fräulein Reichenbach and pummeled

her in the manner you described, but

that's a far cry from her seizing a

9-year-old boy who's struggling, crying

>> Aha! Admirable, my dear Watson. Come in.

You have just hit upon the second point.

No mention was made by the Fräulein of

any struggle or outcry. Excuse me. By

George, you're right. Uh nothing. Just

leave things. We will serve ourselves.

Thank you very much. So, it must be

assumed that none was made. I am

convinced that the matter was arranged

with the lad IN ADVANCE. WHAT? SCOTT

ADLER cooperate with Moriarty in his own

kidnapping?

Suppose it was put to the lad as a joke

of sorts. A joke on who? Surely not his

mother.

Or perhaps on the Fräulein.

But for what reason?

And why a woman kidnapper in the first

place? Because the lad has to be kept

somewhere quietly and inconspicuously,

and what better place could there be

than a respectable lodging house? And

what better guardian than someone who

might be taken for his cousin, his aunt,

or even his mother.

Mother.

Watson,

I have some questions I must put to

Irene at once. That sedative you gave

her will have worn off by now.

It's quarter past 1:00 in the afternoon,

of course. Watson.

Oh.

Well, that's all, Holmes. If an

Englishman doesn't maintain his ties

with home, what becomes of England?

Come along, Watson.

Holmes!

Oh, papers will get cold.

Oh, well.

Ah!

Irene, I must know everything you and

Scott did yesterday. Everything.

Well, for one thing, we went to the

opera.

The management sent us some

complimentary tickets, and Scott is fond

of Aida, and he also has a tremendous

crush on little Nicole Romain.

>> is this little Nicole Romain?

Why, she's a member of the corps de

ballet.

Did you hear that, Watson?

A dancer. Quick, strong, agile, eh?

Is it customary for the Metropolitan

Opera to send you tickets?

No.

No, it isn't, really. Then they could

have been sent by someone else. Why, I

simply never thought about it.

Then start thinking about it now, and

seriously. Tell me about what Scott and

this little Nicole Romain He's her pet.

Whenever we go backstage after a

performance

>> did on this occasion? Yes. They spoke

together, these two? Oh my, yes.

Laughing and whispering in each other's

ears. She's hardly more than a child

herself. Whispering in each other's

ears. Do you hear that, Watson?

Hatching the plot right there, I've no

doubt. A plot? What plot?

A plot, my dear Irene, in which you and

your unfortunate son are leading

players.

And a plot in which I must now assume a

role myself.

Aha!

Our friend in the checked suit is back.

Chap doesn't even have a change of

clothes.

Bit penurious, this Moriarty fellow,

huh? Watson,

it is vital that I leave this house

unobserved.

I daresay there's a back way out. Hm.

The same thought will have occurred to

Moriarty.

No. You and I must appear to leave this

house, thus drawing our friend out there

away from here.

Irene, I seem to remember on a not too

distant occasion your remarkable

impersonation of a young man.

Do you think you could be equally

deceptive in the guise of one not quite

so young as that?

I am not quite so young as that anymore,

either, Sherlock.

Ah!

Come in, Holmes. Right along, Watson.

Right along.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir. The opera house is just

across the street, if you

>> I know. I would much prefer it be

delivered. Whatever you want. I'll send

the boy right away.

The Twickenham talks.

Mysterious, fascinating, tiny world we

live in.

What's that, sir?

Oh, nothing. I was just having a

conversation with myself. How much do I

owe you? 75 shillings.

Thank you.

Sorry, mister. The lady's not there.

How very odd. And it was marked urgent.

Yes, sir. That's why they've given me

the address of her hotel, so I can

deliver it. Splendid, my dear chap. I

shall take care of it myself.

Now, you look like a lad who knows his

way around this town.

Where can I find a first-rate theatrical

costume here?

>> Ah, signore Grosso, you bring in the

bottle, huh?

Va bene, and five minutes of attention.

Buongiorno.

I will present il grande Bandini. From

the Victoria Palace. The Victoria

Palace, eh? I played there myself in my

younger days. What what kind of an act

do you do? I escapeologist. A what? I

escape. Escape from what? From tanks.

From tanks of filled with water, from

chains, from locked cages. I hope that

from your hotel bill, I hope.

That'll be a buck 50 plus two bits for

carrying.

A dollar six bits all told. They're out

of my final fellow. And don't forget

come to see me perform tomorrow night at

the Orpheum.

So, you're playing the Orpheum, huh?

Now,

who told you about this place anyway,

the Haymarket?

It was recommended to me by a my friend

I meet in Marseille. A man secure

Nicholas Roman. Nicholas Roman, I I

don't seem to remember him.

We do have a Miss Roman staying here

with her little boy.

I'll have to ask her when she comes back

in. She may be a relative.

Now, let's see about your room.

Uh yeah, I have a nice one on the second

floor, number 17. That'll be 50 cents a

day with breakfast. Would you care to

register? Uh the room, she's a clean.

The great Bandini does not a share his a

bed with a bugs. We have the cleanest

place in this town. You can ask anybody

that lives here.

Ah, Mr. Roman.

By the way, over there's a gentleman who

might be knowing a relative of yours.

What is there, a signorina?

Che piacere.

I once had the great honor of appearing

on the same bill with your most esteemed

of fathers. My name is Sherlock Holmes.

If you value your life and freedom,

you'll invite me to your room at once.

Where is the boy?

Show him to

How did you know?

There's no time for that, Mademoiselle.

Where is he?

Scott.

Scott.

Scott.

Scott.

He's drugged.

Few grains of laudanum, that is all,

monsieur, and only when I must go out.

I would not harm the boy.

You have most assuredly harmed his

mother.

What brought you to take part in this

outrage?

I had no choice, monsieur.

Three days ago a man came to me. Charles

Milverton, a tumbler with a Twickenham

toss.

Yes, I had the distinct honor of

arresting his brother Bill in London a

fortnight ago. The Twickenham toss have

long been a part of Moriarty's

organization. And what did this Charles

Milverton say to you?

He said that unless I did as I was

bidden, my brother Anatole in Paris

would be murdered. I see.

And what were your orders in addition to

persuading young Scott to take part in a

prank against his governess?

I was to bring him here and then engage

a room facing the street. Originally, my

room was in the rear. Then I was to call

the opera and say I was ill.

Then twice a day I must inform Mr.

Milverton that the boy is here and no

one has inquired after him.

>> Inform in what way?

Each day at 11:00 and again at

He comes across the street and watches.

I walk to the window and open the

curtain and nod. And that is all.

Which means it's almost time for him to

be there now.

That was it, huh?

You have received Moriarty's

instructions. Now, you will hear mine.

When Charles Milverton arrives, you will

give him the proper signal as you've

been told to do, and you will continue

to do so twice a day until I relieve you

of the responsibility.

If you do as I say, you will emerge from

this dismal matter unharmed, as will

your brother. Fail me in any respect,

and you will be held accountable for the

death of Scott Adler.

Yes.

Yes, if I were French, I would have said

the same thing myself.

See if he's there.

Well?

Yes. Then give the proper signal.

He is gone.

Here's my key.

I'm in room 17. It's three doors down

from you across the corridor.

Go and unlock the door. When the way is

clear, give the signal.

Now.

>> [music]

>> Back to your room, Mademoiselle. And

remember to exactly as I told you. The

boy's life depends on it. Yes, yes, of

course. I will obey you utterly. Do.

>> [music]

>> There you are, my lad.

You'll have a bruise or two to show for

your adventure.

They'll soon disappear under your

mother's kisses.

THIS IS NOT AN ALBERGO FOR A TOURIST. IT

IS A PEN OF PIGS.

PREPARE MY BILL AT ONCE AND SEND SOMEONE

UP FOR MY LUGGAGE.

I WILL NOT SHARE MY ROOM with a bugs.

>> [music]

>> The Hotel Algonquin.

Oh.

Oh.

Go ahead, quick.

Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson's luggage in

the hotel.

Come and give me a hand with it. GOOD

HEAVENS, WHAT IS THIS ABOUT? I SAID I'VE

GOT DR. Watson and Mr. Holmes' luggage

from the hotel like you ordered. I need

some help getting it into the house.

Here, I'll help the man in with the

luggage, please.

>> Yes, madam.

What have they brought the luggage here

for anyway? I'm sure we'll find out very

soon, Watson.

Mine all right.

Good heavens, it's empty.

Look here, my good man. There's a large

trunk on the back of the carriage,

Watson. Holmes, as soon as Ella and I

have it halfway across the pavement, so

it's blocking the view of the chap

across the street, I want you to get

into the carriage as fast as you can.

Lie on the floor and under no

circumstances allow yourself to be seen.

Remember, do exactly as I say.

Come on, Ella.

Be careful, put your two hands. Oh.

Now, what do we

Bring your end, Ella.

Close the door.

Scott.

Is he all right? He's as fit as a

fiddle. He's just feeling the effects of

a sleeping draught. Where am I?

How did I get here?

Where is Milverton? He was kind to my

brother.

Irene, there's no time to explain. And

under no circumstances must you leave

this house or allow the lad to be seen

until I give the word. Matters still

remain grave. Of course. Come on, Ella.

Open the door.

Here are my men. Here's something for

your pains. Oh,

thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

Scott,

my darling boy.

Who was that man?

Tell Moriarty, Holmes and Watson have

moved in the ADLER HOUSE.

SCOTT.

YOU'RE RIGHT, HOLMES. NOT A SIGN OF

ANYONE watching us. I assumed as much.

We are not beaten yet, Watson. Not by a

long chalk. Well, what's our next move,

Holmes? Well, what time is it? Uh never

mind.

It's 10:00. I have not dined, lunched,

and if my memory is correct, we didn't

even breakfast.

I suggest we make up for that lapse in

the Algonquin's most excellent

restaurant.

And after that, we can look up Inspector

Lafferty as soon as possible. Yeah,

yeah. What I've had today was tea at

Miss Adler's after our cab ride.

Holmes,

over here, tea comes in pouches.

Thank you.

I take it this combination is different

from the one that unlocks the main

doors. It is, sir.

How many people know these combinations?

Only the six employees of the exchange

and myself.

And I might add the tumblers are changed

every 3 months.

Admirable, but in this case, futile.

Is this the only way to reach the

vaults? Up until 6 days ago, it was.

What sort of lift is this? Drum and

cable. Works from above.

And how far do we descend?

150 ft.

At what rate of speed? 200 ft per

minute.

We appear to have arrived.

Yes, so we have.

I presume this combination also differs

from the tellers and is changed every 90

days as well. Correct, sir.

And now, Mr. Holmes,

I'm going to ask you to see for yourself

what I can only describe as the most

dismal sight

the world has ever seen.

Extraordinary.

They had to cut through over 2 ft of

rock and concrete. The noise must have

been deafening.

Since they've been working on the

subway, you could set off dynamite and

no one would hear it. I assume the

condition of darkness was taken

advantage of.

Two pieces of bullion were left behind

you, sir.

>> Very well. Ah,

one in the tunnel there, 150 ft south of

the main excavation.

>> Well, that makes it clear enough,

doesn't it, Holmes? They made off in

that direction with their booty.

One would immediately accept that

conclusion. I quite agree with you.

I should like to take a closer look at

the vaults now.

How many pieces of actual gold were

stored here? Just prior to the theft,

these vaults held 18 million pounds of

gold consisting of 360,000

50-lb blocks, each block valued at

$28,000.

360,000 blocks of gold were moved from

here and no one noticed.

If we weren't standing here looking at

these vaults, I would say it was

impossible. Yes, I should say so, too. I

should like to return to the lift.

Mr. McGraw,

this uh hatchway, does it provide access

to the overhead drum cable?

>> Yes.

>> Yes.

Watson, give me a leg up on this. Oh,

Inspector.

There you are, Holmes.

Thank you, Watson.

Thank you. Well, then, I imagine I've

seen all I need to see.

I have one final inquiry to make

elsewhere, after which I believe I

should be able to make all pieces fit

together and come up with the solution.

And the gold?

The gold, of course, will be forthcoming

with the solution to the problem. And

time for the transfer of the bullion

tomorrow morning? It is my fondest wish.

>> [clears throat]

>> Where off to now? To pay a call on

Thomas Ballantine Company, the firm that

designed the underground. I wish to

ascertain the depth of the excavation at

the point at which it passes under the

Bowery National Bank. Uh cab. And I

shall be most astonished, Watson, if

we're not told the figure is precisely

150 ft.

We wish to go to Thomas Ballantine

Company. You'll find it at 40th Street

and 6th Avenue, I believe.

Precisely 150 ft, Mr. Holmes. Thank you.

Bless my soul.

Well, what have you found out?

Everything. Everything?

You mean you know where the gold is?

Why, I knew that the moment we descended

in the lift. I merely wanted to

double-check my certainty.

>> Well, where is it?

We were standing on it. We were stand-

Holmes. Well, don't you see what the

wily devil has done?

>> No, I don't. I'm sure I'd be delighted

if you told me. Well, very well, Watson.

Consider this. 360,000

blocks of gold, each weighing 50 lbs a

piece. Now, give Moriarty 100, say 200

men, each of them able to carry a 50-lb

block of gold. Very well, what then? Uh

thank you, my man.

Each one of those 200 men would have to

carry 1,800 blocks of gold from the

vaults.

Now, to carry a single 50-lb block of

gold

from the vaults through the tunnel to

some conveyance waiting in the

underground excavation and return for a

second block could not be reasonably

accomplished in less than 10 minutes.

That is 18,000 minutes, or 300 hours, to

complete the task.

That is over 12 days, Watson. And yet,

the gold was still there 7 days ago.

Mr. McGraw's instincts were quite

correct.

The task appears impossible, despite the

evidence of those empty vaults.

>> But, Holmes, they were empty. Thank you.

Those vaults were. Those vaults? What in

the earth are you suggesting? When I

asked how far down the lift went, I was

told 150 ft, meaning the vaults is 150

ft below the bank. But, the depth of the

underground excavation at that point was

also 150 ft. Now, when I examined the

overhead cable while the lift was

presumably at the bottom of the shaft,

there still remained 10 ft wrapped

around the drum.

Mr. McGraw told me the rate of descent

was 200 ft per minute, which means it

should have taken 45 seconds to reach

the bottom of the shaft. It only took

42.

Oh, and I'm sure you noticed that the

tunnel from the vaults to the

underground excavation slanted

downwards.

Oh, did it?

Watson, there is only one inescapable

conclusion.

The vaults we examined were not the

vaults containing the gold,

but an exact replica built directly

above the actual vaults.

It will be discovered, I am confident,

that when the floor of the lift is

removed, iron bars will have been

inserted into the shaft to stop the lift

descending the remaining 10 ft into the

actual vault,

where all the gold still safely resides.

But, Holmes, the vault door,

the combination lock,

the cages themselves. everything.

Duplicated down to the smallest detail.

A member of McGraw's staff must have

thrown in his luck with Moriarty and

provided him with all the necessary

information.

>> But that must have taken them months.

Yes, and with hundreds of men employed

on the construction of the underground,

who would notice a handful of Moriarty's

cohorts

tunneling for purposes of their own?

But Holmes, you were certain of all this

when we were still with Inspector

Lafferty.

But you said nothing.

Why?

Watson, I

I still fear for the boy's life.

But he's safe at home. Only so long as

Moriarty still believes him prisoner.

Tomorrow's newspapers hold the key.

If the theft is reported, then Moriarty

will know that I have obeyed his orders

and it will be safe to release Scott.

But on the other hand, if the financial

pages carry news of the transaction of

the gold, then he will know that I have

tricked him.

He will hasten to seize Scott from

Mademoiselle Romaine

and when he finds that I forestalled

him,

his rage will be so tiring

that he will not rest until he has taken

his revenge upon me through Scott.

I must know where Moriarty is. Until he

is in the custody of the police, I

cannot safely reveal the location of the

gold. No other course of action is

permissible. But how on earth can you

expect to manage that? It took you half

a year to ferret out the man's lodgings

in Limehouse.

Watson, I'm not too proud to learn.

Why not use his methods in ferreting me

out?

Oh, Holmes, where are you going?

Back to that most admirable

establishment, Eve's Costume Company.

Holmes, I'm not going to take it.

Oh, and what is going on this time?

Huh?

>> [music]

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>> Cab!

Cab!

Follow that cab.

>> [music]

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>> Charles Lickhers, I presume.

Put your hands in the air.

My name is Sherlock Holmes, I dare say

you've heard of me.

Of course Moriarty. Yes, I've often

wondered why he hasn't chosen to do just

that on many other occasions. Now,

unless you wish to go the way of your

brother Bill, you'll tell me who is in

that building.

The professor. And how many others?

Speak sharply, man, or you'll swing for

it.

Holmes.

Constable, here is my card. Take this

man in charge and get word to Inspector

Lafferty at once that the building

behind me is to be surrounded and its

occupants arrested.

Tell him I will provide him with full

details directly.

Thank you. Keep the change.

I suggest you take these words to heart,

my lad.

There you are. Hello.

Get back to Inspector Lafferty as

quickly as possible. Yes, sir.

Within half an hour, Professor Moriarty

and his entire American organization

will be in custody. Irene, your fears

are at an end.

So.

My young man, you have had

more than an adventure, much more.

You've aided in the capture of the

world's most notorious criminal and you

have been instrumental in preventing a

devastating world war.

Well, I wish I'd known all that, sir. I

wouldn't have slept through so much of

it.

Well said.

He's a bright boy.

Goodbye, Scott. Goodbye, Mr. Holmes.

Must be off.

Must you leave now?

I am anxious to hear of Inspector

Lafferty's success.

I must get this ridiculous outfit back

to the costumier.

I shall see you to the door.

It's amazing, Irene.

You haven't changed at all since that

week in Montenegro. When was it?

1891?

What?

Not changed in 10 years?

Sherlock, how gallant of you, but come

now, 10 years?

I notice nothing.

Sherlock Holmes notices nothing?

Why am I so different then?

No,

far from it.

That was my first thought when you burst

in here.

My heavens, it is as though it were

yesterday.

I hadn't known

after that first misadventure from which

I managed to extricate you all,

that you'd married again.

I have never remarried, Sherlock.

I see.

You were appearing in Rigoletto.

And you were on a walking tour.

I remember thinking to myself, what a

what an unlikely place to come across

you.

Montenegro.

You who

were always attracted by the bright

lights of the metropolis.

I remember thinking the same about you.

What an unlikely place to find someone

who is never at home outside London.

Until then.

8:00.

If things [music] have gone well, and

they cannot fail to have done so, I

should get word to you.

Then perhaps

the three of us could take supper

together.

And I do mean Watson.

I shall wait for your message.

Holmes!

Holmes, where have you been? We've been

waiting GOODNESS KNOWS HOW LONG. FOR ME?

What is it, Watson?

Inspector,

didn't you get my message? I did.

That fellow Lickhers revealed the name

of McGraw's man who cooperated with

Moriarty. He's been arrested.

The warehouse has been seized and 15 of

Moriarty's men are in jail right now.

But not Moriarty.

Not Moriarty?

Is this true? I'm afraid so.

He abandoned his men and slipped through

our net.

We must get to Irene's house on the

instant.

Scott Adler is in the most extreme

peril.

Get in the wagon quickly.

14 Gramercy Park.

But they're not here, Mr. Holmes. Not

here? Where are they? They went to meet

you, sir. You sent them that telegram.

What telegram?

We fear you at are in the park within

the hour, Sherlock.

You have sent them directly into his

hands.

When did they leave? Why, within the

half hour.

Quick.

Watson, Inspector, the game's afoot. We

have not a moment to lose.

WATCH THE THIRD CAB.

IT'S AN EMERGENCY.

THERE'S MR. HOLMES NOW, MAMA.

ALL RIGHT, I'M WITH YOU. COME ON, GET

IN.

GET IN THERE.

BACK, BACK, STAND BACK.

THIS IS IT.

I say, look, there's Miss Adler.

Sherlock, they have him. They have him

again. Where?

What did he just do? Holmes, there. Just

round in the corner, the chap driving

the cab.

This is the one.

Inspector, we must overtake that cab.

Come, Watson. That cab headed south.

Catch up with it.

FASTER.

WE'RE GAINING ON THEM. WE'RE GAINING ON

THEM.

LOOK OUT FOR THAT WAGON UP AHEAD, MAN.

GET OUT OF THE WAY.

GET OUT OF THE WAY, I SAY.

DON'T STOP, CABBIE.

KEEP GOING, I SAY.

THEY'RE HOT ON OUR HEELS, PROFESSOR.

STEP LIVELY, BOY. Do not go running up

those stairs, smart.

It's his secret headquarters. They've

got him here.

Round up a squad as soon as you can.

Shall we burst in and seize them? No.

No, Inspector, I'm going alone.

Who knows what harm he might do to Scott

if cornered, and I'm sure these premises

blaze with hidden pitfalls.

When the lad comes out of this door

unharmed,

then you may come in after me.

Scott.

Fear not, Irene.

You shall not long be parted.

You know what to do. Ready the launch.

Don't move, boy, or I'll be the finish

of you.

We'll join you as soon as I've completed

one final bit of business.

Mr. Holmes, I thought it might be you.

I have no doubt of that at all.

Well, hello.

A little touch of London, I see.

You must really feel at home in this

chamber of horrors to duplicate it

wherever you go.

You may release the boy now.

I'm the one you wanted, here I stand.

Let the lad return to his mother. You're

wrong, Mr. Holmes. I've got what I want.

I've got the boy.

Dare you cross the room to fetch him?

A passage leads to the river where a

steam launch waits. The boy comes with

me. You'll never see him again, neither

you nor his mother. That's the revenge

I'll have of you. You'll neither of you

ever see this precious boy again.

Precious boy, close the gun, Scott.

RUN, SCOTT. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

GOOD LORD, WHO FIRED THAT SHOT?

MAMA.

SCOTT.

Is it Scott? Oh, my darling.

I'm going in, INSPECTOR.

COME ON.

HOLMES.

PROFESSOR MORIARTY, DROP YOUR HANDS.

HOLMES, could I HAVE A WORD?

THANK YOU, GENTLEMEN.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, SHERLOCK? YES, THANK

YOU.

Moriarty would like to see Mr. Holmes.

Quick, he's getting away.

BACK UP, BACK UP.

LET THE VICTORY BE YOURS THIS TIME.

THERE WILL be other battles, some other

battlefields, and victory is such a

temporary thing, isn't it, Mr. Holmes?

Good night, again.

Where in the world would it lead to,

Holmes?

To the river, where he has a steam

launch waiting him. I'll have a police

vessel in his wake within the hour. No,

Inspector.

Within half that time, he'll be well

beyond the bounds of your jurisdiction.

I'm afraid the final encounter between

Moriarty and me is yet to come.

At any rate, I'm

I'm sure of the boy's safety.

My dear Watson,

I owe you a profound debt of gratitude.

That tide would soon have carried me to

a certain death.

It was a pleasure, Holmes.

Don't mention it.

Inspector,

our quarry may have eluded us,

but his evil scheme has been thwarted.

What time is the transfer of gold to

take place?

11:00 tomorrow morning. Then let us be

there at 10:30.

Why, I assure you, Inspector, I am not

jesting,

and you will not be disappointed.

Yes, Lord Brackish, managing director of

the Bank of England, was to be murdered

mysteriously.

His death, of course, as you can well

imagine, would have caused great panic

in world financial circles. This theft

was to have been the culmination of a

grand scheme.

I was able to foil the assassination

attempt of Lord Brackish,

and I have been able to forestall the

theft of the gold. Mr. Holmes, I

certainly hope your

confidence is not over-expressed.

We may test its validity at your

convenience, Mr. Draw,

for we seem to have arrived.

>> Last evening, just before midnight, I

slipped to Zavora's chamber and removed

the bars that were stopping the descent

of the lift.

Good job nobody saw me, eh? Think what

the papers would have made of that.

Well, gentlemen,

all present and accounted for. No

illusion, no sleight of hand, no mirage.

If you're satisfied that all the gold

has been returned, Dr. Watson and I must

be off.

We have a busy day ahead of us. It's our

last before returning home. Surely

you'll do me the honor of dining with

me. I regret that, Mr. LaGrange, we have

to decline your kind invitation.

We

and a young lad of our acquaintance have

tickets this evening for the Second Mrs.

Tanqueray. Oh, gentlemen.

Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes!

Aren't you going to explain how you did

this?

No.

But I expect one day Dr. Watson will.

MR. HOLMES!

>> [applause]

[applause]

[applause]

[applause]

[applause]

[applause]

>> THANK YOU.

BUT YOU REALLY LEAVE AT ONCE?

I must. I'm afraid so.

There are so many things in England that

require my attention right now.

All of which you abandoned to race to my

rescue, Sherlock.

Now that I'm rescued, can you not stay a

while to enjoy your success?

I wish I could.

But to see her truly yourselves before

dawn,

Watson and I must pack our things before

the

carriage comes to take us to the docks.

What are you running from, Sherlock?

Running?

Why am I

I suppose inactivity, boredom. Are you

sure it's not fear?

Fear?

Fear of What?

Perhaps

the unknown.

Might I remind you that the

known I fear, I seek the unknown, the

unknown mystery, the unknown peril. I

yearn for the unknown.

And for nothing else?

Sherlock,

is there nothing you'd like to ask me?

Yes.

But I cannot.

Why?

What

because of the possible answer I might

receive. I see.

But if you cannot ask it, I cannot

answer it.

And if

I were to ask it?

What if the answer were the wrong one?

You see, I too, perhaps, am in fear of

the known.

Shall we meet again, do you think?

I should like to think so.

Shall I continue to receive theater

tickets? So long as I continue to

perform.

With a word or two included about the

boy, perhaps.

I should be most happy to.

Likable

chap, young Scott. Really?

You think so?

Yes.

What are his interests mainly?

He

seems to have a fondness

for music

and solving problems.

I see.

Would you perhaps have another picture

of the boy I could have?

Take this one.

It must be your favorite.

It is.

I should treasure it

always.

>> [music]

>> As for George, two hours we're at sea,

10 days and back in London, back in

Baker Street. Back where we can drink a

proper cup of tea, hail a proper hansom

if you want one, even travel via

underground if it suits your purposes.

What about you, Holmes? What have I

failed to discover a single feature of

this New York City that will not be got

threefold in London?

Have you, Holmes?

Perhaps not, Watson.

Perhaps not.