All language subtitles for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939.)x264.BDRip-RLYEH

Gentlemen of the jury, have
you decided on your verdict?

We have.

The prisoner will rise.

Do you find the prisoner guilty
or not guilty of willful murder?

According to the evidence,
we have no choice

but to find the prisoner
not guilty.

So do we all find
and may god forgive us.

Prisoner, at the bar
you have heard the verdict.

Under the law,
no other verdict is possible.

Yet, it is undoubtedly
a gross miscarriage of justice.

It is deplorable, Professor Moriarty,
that a man of your intellectual attainments

should be standing in the prisoner's
box charged with a crime of murder.

And in setting you free, I cannot
in my conscience exonerate you.

Let the prisoner be discharged.

Let me in, let me in.

My Lord.

My lord,
I have important new evidence.

You come too late, Mr. Holmes.
The prisoner has been discharged.

But my lord, you can't let
Moriarty go free. He killed Loray.

I can prove it.
I can destroy his alibi.

That alibi has been established by
three hundred fellows of the Royal Society.

Your lordship,
my client has been acquitted.

He cannot be tried twice
for the same charge.

Oh, there you are, Holmes.

I'm afraid you have
a bad opinion of me.

On the contrary, I hold you
in the highest esteem

but only as a maid.

It's gratifying to know that
one's talents are appreciated

by such a distinguished
connoisseur.

May I give you a lift? Cabs are
scarce in this rain. - Thank you.

- 221 Bakers Street.
- Very good, sir.

- After you, my dear Holmes.
- By no means,

I prefer that you precede me
at all times.

Such a creature of habit,
you are.

You have a magnificent brain,
Moriarty. I admire it.

I admire it so much
I'd like to present it...

pickled in alcohol to the
London Medical Society.

That would make an
interesting exhibit.

Holmes, you've only now barely
missed sending me to the gallows.

You're the one man in England
clever enough to defeat me.

The situation
has become impossible.

Have you any suggestions?

I'm gonna break you, Holmes.

I'm going to bring out
right under your nose

the most incredible crime
of the century

and you'll never suspect it
until it's too late.

That will be the end of you,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

And when I've beaten and ruined
you then I can retire in peace.

I'd like to retire,
crime no longer amuses me.

I'd like to devote my remaining
years to abstract science.

Well, here we are at my lodgings.

I'm so sorry I can't ask you in.

Good night, Professor Moriarty.

Good night.

I was just coming in
when you rang, sir.

- Oh, there you are, Dawes.
- Mr. Bassick is here, sir.

I'll see him at once.

Come to me as soon as
he's gone, Dawes.

There's something
I want to say to you.

Yes, sir.

Well, Bassick.

Don't that bloke never stop.

That music gives me the creeps.

Does it, Bassick?
I rather like it.

I want you to post that letter
at the box at Portland Square

just a few minutes before twelve.

Then drive directly to your
lodgings by way of Oxford Circus.

Wait there till I send for you.

That's all.

First, I want to know
what I'm getting into.

You have your orders.
That's enough.

I have a right to know the
layout in case there's trouble.

I'll take care of that.

That's what you promised Higgins
in that Hammersmith job.

Oh, poor Higgins.

They found nothing but his boots.

One boot.

You know, Bassick,

Higgins was a valuable man
and a clever cracksman.

But he had your unfortunate habit
of asking too many questions

and now all that's left of him
is one boot.

Don't take me wrong, Professor.
I'll do what you tell me right enough.

I'm sure you will, Bassick,

and just to prove how I trust you
I'm going to tell you my plan.

Although, you haven't the imagination
to appreciate its subtlety.

My whole success depends upon
a peculiarity of Holmes brain,

its perpetual restlessness.

Its constant struggle
to escape boredom.

Holmes again?

Always Holmes until the end.

He's like a spoiled boy
who picks watches to pieces

but loses interest in one toy
as soon as he's given another.

So, I'm presenting the ingenious but
fickle Mr. Holmes with two toys,

in the order in which
I mean him to have them.

The first, that letter.

If I know Mr. Holmes that will
interest him very little,

after this comes to fascinate
and tantalize his imagination.

Blimey, what it mean?

That is what I'm depending
upon to absorb.

Mr. Holmes' interest while
I'm engaged elsewhere.

I'll give him a toy
to delight his heart

so full of bizarre complications that
he'll forget all about the first toy,

that letter.

What's in the letter, Professor?

The germ of a crime, Bassick.
A truly great crime.

A crime that will stir the empire,

that children will read about
in their history books

and you're going to be
part of it, Bassick.

Off with you now.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I'm away for a few weeks,
Dawes,

and I come back to find
my emfurium magenta,

my incomparable emfurium magenta
withered, ruined.

I can't understand it, sir.
I take good care of all the plants.

Did you water them? - Every day,
sir, just as you told me, sir.

Then how did it happen
that I find a spider's web

spun across the spout
of a watering can?

- That can happen overnight, sir.
- Overnight, uh.

Then you didn't water
them today.

There has been so much to do, sir,
preparing for your coming back and all.

Nothing is as important
as the care of my flowers.

Through your neglect
this flower has died.

- You've murdered a flower.
- I'm sorry, sir.

And to think that for
merely murdering a man

I was incarcerated for six whole
weeks in a filthy prison cell.

A pity, sir.

- A travesty on justice.
- Quite so, sir.

But for this crime, Dawes,

you should be flogged,
broken on the wheel,

drawn and quartered.

- Yes sir, will that be all, sir?
- And boiled in oil.

Thank you, sir.

- Go away.
- Yes, sir.

Well Billy, when you finish
sweeping you can dust.

Yes, ma'am.

- Well, good morning, Dr. Watson.
- Good morning, Mrs. Hudson.

Is Mr. Holmes in?

- Go right up, doctor.
- Ah good.

Is he busy?

Well you might say he was busy

and then again, you might say
he was not busy. - Huh?

Say he was busy,
not say he was busy...

Well, well, well, well, Billy.

That's a fetchy little froth
that you're wearing.

Mrs. Hudson made me put it in, sir.

I was afraid Mr. Holmes
or you would see me.

I think it's very becoming.

Come in, Watson.

I trust I don't come
inopportunely.

My dear fellow,
as if you ever could.

Come on, pull up a chair.

As a matter of fact, you're
just in time to help me decide

a matter that is certainly delicate

- and possibly of the greatest importance.
- Of course, anything I can do.

I received this note last night.

"My dear Mr. Holmes.

I'm taking the liberty of calling on you
at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning."

That's very soon now.

"To ask you what may appear
a silly question"

whether or not I should go to a garden
party on Saturday at Lady Conyngham's.

I beg you to see me. I'm in
desperate need of advice.

"Sincerely yours, Ann Brandon."

What you make of it, Watson?

Somebody's pulling your leg.

No, no, no.
I checked on the young lady.

She lives in town with her brother.
She's very rich, mining fortune.

Her father died somewhat
mysteriously about ten years ago.

As for Miss Brandon's dilemma,

Lady Conyngham is
imminently respectable

but she gives the kind of parties
that one comes away from with a feeling

that one hasn't been anywhere.

Oh, how can you trifle with
such inconsequentialities

when Moriarty's lose on London?

My dear Watson, you astound me.

It's the very inconsequentialities
of Miss Brandon's message

that engages my interest.

But Moriarty, what of him?

I've taken the most efficient steps
of keeping in touch with Moriarty.

- You're having him followed.
- Oh, don't be so crude, Watson.

Well, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing?

My dear Watson, you needn't check
me back as if I didn't have a voice.

I said "Nothing."

That's the best thing I can
possibly do at the moment.

Moriarty is as curious about
my movement as I am about his.

So, I sit here and wait
for him to come to me.

And he'll come.

Never doubt it.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.

So, you fiddle while Rome burns.

A daring metaphor, Watson.

And what are you doing
with that inferno fiddle,

with those flies?

I was observing the reaction on the
common housefly of the chromatic scale.

- A brilliant experiment.
- Yes, it will be,

if I can find a note
that annoys the housefly

then might need
only play that one note

and psst
all the houseflies disappear.

- Amazing.
- No, no, no.

Elementary, my dear Watson,
purely elementary.

I expect that will
be the young lady.

On the contrary,
I suggest an elderly gentlemen

with perhaps a touch of
gout in his right leg.

Sir Ronald,
I'm delighted to see you.

How do you do, Holmes?

- Let me take your hat and stick.
- Oh, thank you, yes.

I don't think you know
Dr. Watson, do you?

Watson, this is Sir Ronald Ramsgate,
Constable of the Tower of London

where all he has to do is to keep
his eyes on the Crown Jewels.

How do you do, sir?

Holmes has often
spoken of you, Dr. Watson.

You haven't dropped in like this
for a long time, Sir Ronald.

Won't you sit down
and have a cup of tea?

Thank you no, no.
I've come to consult you

on a rather peculiar matter.

Now just have a look at that.

Doesn't it strike you that
the handwriting is... Yes, yes.

That's because it's
written with the left hand.

"Star of Delhi will never reach
the Tower of London."

Huh. Curious, and anonymous.

And what is the Star of Delhi?

Probably the largest
emerald in the world,

a gift to her majesty
from the Maharajah of Rapur.

Oh, I shouldn't worry
about this, Sir Ronald.

It's a typical crank letter.

Besides, no professional thief would
risk stealing so famous an emerald.

You can't break it up.

He certainly couldn't
sell it as it is.

Perhaps not but in my position of trust
I can't afford to take any chances.

I wonder whether you could
possibly manage to be on hand

when the jewel is delivered.

- Now when will that be?
- This weekend.

It's coming on the
cruiser Invincible.

Oh, Sir Ronald, even though I'm
convinced that the threat means nothing

and that a routine police guard
would be quite adequate,

you can depend on me.

Thank you. Now I feel sure
the jewel will be safe.

Little enough to do for you,
Sir Ronald.

Excuse me.

I don't know what
you must think of me

but I'm sure
I was followed here.

- You are Miss Brandon?
- Yes.

- I am Sherlock Holmes.
- Yes, I know.

Let me introduce you to my associate,
Dr. Watson. - How do you do?

Sir Ronald Ramsgate.

Mr. Holmes, I... I...

Well, I've got what I wanted,
so I think I'll be going along.

Good day, Miss Brandon.

- Goodbye, doctor.
- Goodbye, sir.

- Your hat and stick, Sir Ronald.
- Thank you.

- I'm depending on you.
- I'll not fail you.

I'm sure of it.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Goodbye.

Yes, Miss Brandon?

I shouldn't have written you
as I did, Mr. Holmes

and then burst in, in this
melodramatic way but I had to see you.

Oh, that doesn't matter,
Miss Brandon.

There's no more resolutely informal
household in all of London than mine.

- You're very kind.
- Not at all.

Only I don't understand why you wish
to consult me about a garden party.

You couldn't possibly find a
worse guide to social etiquette.

It's because my brother
and Gerald Hunter.

He's the family solicitor.

He insist on my going
and I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Yes, but how should I know how
to advise you, Miss Brandon?

Perhaps you should do as your brother
and family solicitor suggests.

Lady Conyngham is
imminently respectable.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, I'm so frightened.

What are you frightened of,
Miss Brandon?

Murder.

Sit down, Miss Brandon.

Now suppose you tell us
all about it.

Well, this came for my brother,
Lloyd, in the post two days ago.

Hmm.

This seems to be a field day
for crank messages.

Look at that, Watson.

Huh? Curious.

May the 11th, that's today.

My father received just such a
note before he was murdered.

Murdered?

Murdered.

Ten years ago on May the 11th.

Scotland Yard
couldn't make anything of it.

But I saw him, my father,
lying there on the pavement

with the back of his head all...

Now tell me, Miss Brandon,

do you associate May the 11th with
anything else besides your father's death,

I mean, perhaps with some other
incident in your family history?

No, no nothing.
My family has no history.

My father was a self-made man.

I see.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,
you must save my brother.

Don't let them kill him
as they did my father.

Jerrold?

It was very wrong for you to come here,
Ann, after I expressly asked you not to.

No more so than for you
to follow me.

Where's the paper you took
off my desk? - Here in my hand

and I'll keep it until
I find out what it means.

I apologize for the intrusion,
gentlemen.

My name is Hunter.

I'm a legal representative for
Miss Brandon's brother.

That note was placed
confidentially in my keeping.

It's of no concern to anybody
except Mr. Brandon and myself.

Murder is a concern of every
right-minded person, Mr. Hunter.

You make too much of a trifle.

There's is nothing trifling
about murder.

Miss Brandon fears this
drawing may be a threat.

Oh, she's been reading
too many novels.

It's merely some kind of joke or
the work of a mental incompetent.

Isn't it true, Mr. Hunter,
that Miss Brandon's father

received such a drawing
before he was killed?

Since my client attaches no
significance to that, Mr. Holmes,

I don't see why you should.

It's pure coincidence.

Yes.

But it would be unfortunate
if the coincidence

turned into a
tragedy, wouldn't it?

That is our responsibility,
Mr. Holmes.

I regret that you've been troubled.
I'll send you a check for your fee.

As of yet there is no fee.
I haven't accepted the case.

You see, Ann, you've only made
yourself ridiculous.

Well, if Mr. Holmes won't help
me I'll go to Scotland Yard.

Don't you trust me, Ann?

But Jerrold there's
too much at stake.

- My brother's life.
- Darling, you must trust me.

If you don't
what's to happen to us?

I don't know, Jerrold.
I dare think.

I've decided to accept
your case, Miss Brandon.

I shall help you all I can.

Oh, thank you. - We don't want
your interference, Mr. Holmes.

I interfere whenever and
wherever I like, Mr. Hunter.

I think you better go, Jerrold.

- Come with me.
- No.

Very well,
if that's how you want it.

Good day, gentlemen.

Am I being very foolish,
Mr. Holmes?

I don't think so.

- May I keep that note?
- Yes, of course.

It struck me that Mr. Hunter
behaved rather curiously.

Yes.

He's my fiancé.

I understand that.

You have no idea what kind of bird
this is supposed to be, have you?

I don't know anything
about birds.

I noticed that it isn't just a
bird. It's a definite kind of bird.

I think it belongs to the
Procellariiformes family.

We should go to the Kensington
Museum and look him up

and I'd like you to come
with me, Miss Brandon.

Oh yes, yes of course,
anything you say.

Come in, Billy.

- Yes, Mr. Holmes.
- Now Billy, I'd be obliged

if you'd take this young lady down to
Mrs. Hudson and give her a cup of tea.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

Then Billy I want you to
get me a cab. - I know, sir.

Not the first, not the second
cab in the line but the third.

I don't think that precaution
would be necessary in this case

- but use your own judgment.
- Yes, sir.

- And by the way, Billy.
- Yes, sir?

When you found that cab,

you might remove the dust that you
kicked under the rug on the landing.

Billy's studying to take over my
duties when I retire, Miss Brandon.

I'll join you below
in just a few minutes.

I don't know how to thank you,
Mr. Holmes.

Oh, please don't try.

Holmes, you can't get involved
in this case.

Your duty is to guard
the Star of Delhi.

Now what? Oh, bother
the Star of Delhi. - What?

Here's a case where a
man's life may be involved

and there's something grotesque
about this business.

The young Hunter knows a great
deal more than he proposes to tell.

Find out what you can
about him, will you, Watson

and report to me at the museum.

It's time for lunch. - Lunch?
One can have lunch anytime.

Oh, go on, Watson.
Please hurry up.

You are certain there was no
one unearthed a grievance

against your father
or your family?

No, I've told you. My brother
and I live very quietly.

My father, well I admit
he was a hard man

but men who go out into new worlds
have to be but he was honorable and fine.

And Mr. Hunter?

We've known each other
ever since we were children.

My brother and I have always
trusted him completely.

Tell me, have you ever through
your family or Mr. Hunter

heard the name of
a man called Moriarty?

Moriarty?

No.

You're quite sure?

Quite. Why do you ask?

Somehow, I have the feeling of
renewing an old acquaintance.

Here we are.

Procellariiformes,
west wing, section 4-A.

I'm sure everything will be
taken care of to your satisfaction.

I depend upon you implicitly.

Well, there'll be no difficulties.

Lloyd.
I thought you were asleep.

How can I can sleep
with this threat over me?

We've got to do something
about it, Jerrold.

Who's that man here just now?

A client.

Who was he?

See here, old man.

You mustn't let yourself
go like this.

I know. I've been so nervous.

I haven't slept a wink
since that note came.

You've got to sleep

if you're to keep
your wits about you.

This is May the 11th,
the day on the paper.

He's going to kill me, Jerrold.

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

he's going to kill me.

Is there nothing
anyone can do about it?

Why don't you go home
and go to bed.

Can't do yourself any good
pacing my office.

Now the safest place in London
for you just now is your own home.

Perhaps you're right.

Anyhow, I can't go on like this.

I'll go home.

You'll come with me, Jerry?

I'm afraid I can't, Lloyd.

Probably wouldn't matter.

If anything should happen to me,

you'll look after Ann,
won't you?

Don't be absurd. Nothing's
going to happen to you.

But if it should.

You know how I feel about Ann.

Goodbye. Thanks.

You'll be alright, Lloyd.

I think it's just a bad dream.

I think I'll walk home,
get some air.

And why not? Nothing can happen
to you on a public street.

I hope you're right.

Goodbye, Jerrold.

Goodbye, old man.

See the beak, the nostrils,

the whole formation of the body
is the same.

In sea lore,
the companion of ships

and the good old
men of honest mariners

but an angel of destruction
to those who do him ill.

The albatross.

It looks the same.
I wonder what it means.

Are you certain that the albatross
doesn't suggest some memories,

some association with
your family? Think.

I am thinking.

No, the only thing
it reminds me of is the poem.

"Water, water everywhere"

and all the boards did shrink.

Water, water everywhere,

- "nor any drop to drink."
- You've hit on it!

"And instead of the cross,

the albatross
about my neck was hung."

This is no childish prank,
Miss Brandon,

but a cryptic warning of avenging death.
We must go to your brother at once.

- Holmes, Holmes.
- Come on Watson, quick.

But Holmes, this is important.

Well, Watson, you're bursting with
news. What it is man speak up.

We've no secrets from Miss Brandon.

- Moriarty.
- I knew it.

What have you found out, Watson.

That fellow Hunter
is working for Moriarty.

They were together
in Hunter's office.

- I watched Moriarty leave.
- Excellent.

And what did Mr. Hunter do then?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No, I came away directly
to tell you what I discovered.

- Have I done something wrong?
- I hope not.

I particularly wanted Mr. Hunter's
movements kept in view today.

Sorry?

- Mr. Holmes?
- Yes, Miss Brandon?

Regardless of appearances, don't
condemn Jerrold too quickly.

I know he's keeping
some secret from me but

he could never do anything
vicious I'm sure.

I trust you're right, Miss Brandon,
but we must be on our guard.

And I was gonna say, Holmes...

Well, what were you
about to say, Watson?

Nothing.

Watson?

Yes.

I'm afraid you're an
incorrigible bungler.

Afraid I am.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,
I wish he could go faster.

He's going as fast as he can,
my dear.

Will we be in time?

I'm sure we will, Miss Brandon.

He's dead all right.

Lloyd!

Lloyd.

Yes?

Oh, Mr. Holmes.
Can I give you a hand, sir?

No, thank you,
I can manage all right.

- Oh, Miss Ann.
- She's only fainted.

Take care of her,
will you, Watson?

- Get me some smelling salts.
- Yes, sir.

- Where's Inspector Bristol?
- In there.

I don't think
you ought to go in.

He's questioning a witness
and you know the inspector.

I'll take responsibility.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Holmes.

How do you come to be here?

I just happened to be passing.
I know the family.

How are you, Mr. Hunter?

And you, inspector?

I don't know how much you know
about this business, Mr. Holmes,

but this time,
I'm a little bit ahead of you.

Excellent, Bristol. Then you've
already solved the crime?

I found the murderer.

Yes, but that's not quite
the same thing you know.

I didn't kill Lloyd Brandon.

Has anyone said you did?

Oh, it's plain enough
what's in the inspector's mind.

And he's wrong.

Well he's wasted time badgering
me the murderer's got away.

Well, if you're so anxious
to save my time

supposing you explain
how you came to be found

bending over the corpse
with this in your hand

and him with his
head bashed in?

Well, if you won't talk,

I'm gonna hold you on
suspicion of murder.

I didn't kill him, I tell you.

You clubbed him to death with the
butt end of this revolver from behind.

I wouldn't go too far
along that line, Inspector.

And what would you propose
that I should do, Mr. Holmes?

- Find the murderer?
- Find...

If that man didn't club Lloyd
Brandon to death, who did?

Nobody.

- What?
- Brandon was strangled to death.

- Strangled?
- Yes.

The wounds to the back of his head
were administered post-mortem.

- Are you sure of it, Mr. Holmes?
- Absolutely.

Talk to the medical examiner
if you have any doubts.

You wait here.

How do you know he was strangled?

The marks around the neck.
Cigarette, Mr. Hunter?

No thanks.

So, that blow on the back of the
neck becomes an interesting element.

It was unnecessary,
therefore vicious.

Intelligent criminals are seldom
vicious except on special occasions.

Though the apparent method
of the crime was brutal,

I'm convinced that the crime
itself was intelligently planned.

And Bristol thinks I did that.

The nose of a police dog,
although long and efficient,

points in only one direction
at a time. - What do you mean?

Simply that you're
the obvious suspect.

It's so ridiculous.

Why should I want to kill him?

You should know that better
than anyone else, Mr. Hunter.

You're his lawyer.
You manage the estate.

You'll have to explain that,
Mr. Holmes.

The Brandon estate
is quite considerable.

Miss Ann inherits and
you're about to marry Miss Ann.

Why you... - I was merely
demonstrating how the police mind works.

Yes, I'm afraid our
friend the inspector

has quite set his heart
on arresting you.

Arresting me?

You mustn't allow them
to do that, Mr. Holmes.

I must be let free to protect Ann.

From what, Jerrold?

Answer me.

Ann, I'm sorry.

First they murdered my father and

now they've murdered Lloyd.

Do they want to kill me too?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

I did my best to guard him
day and night

yet they found him all the same
there in an empty street.

Oh, I may have lost him for a moment
but I couldn't have been far behind.

Who are they?

Jerrold you're lying.

You've been lying all the time.

You knew from the first
that note was a real threat.

That's why you tried to send me
away, why you followed Lloyd.

Oh Jerry, if you know who killed him
why won't you tell us?

Why won't you tell us everything?

I'll tell you why.

I've been watching you, Mr. Hunter

and I found out... What have
you found out, Dr. Watson?

Whatever Watson has found out
you'll know inevitably.

I have unbounded confidence
in his lack of discretion.

Meanwhile, time presses and we've work
to do outside before it gets too late.

- Mr. Holmes.
- Excuse us.

You pushed me out of the room
as if I were a child.

What am I to make of this,
Holmes?

Anything but such a petulant
face, old fellow. Come along.

In another moment I would have
made him confess about Moriarty.

That's exactly
what I didn't want.

If Moriarty's behind this case,
Hunter will lead us to him.

Well, Mr. Holmes,
I just coming to find you, sir.

Have you seen the body?

He was strangled to death,
just as you and I thought.

So, now I'm gonna arrest
this fellow Hunter,

take him down to the yard.

I can really question him there

and I thought perhaps
you'd like to come along, sir.

No, I think not, inspector.

Dr. Watson and I
are going across the way

to take a look at the
scene of the crime.

You'll be wasting your time, sir.

My men have already
covered the ground.

Well, we'll just take a look
all the same.

Incidentally, inspector, if I were
you I shouldn't arrest Mr. Hunter,

in any case not now.

Nor, I shouldn't question him
any further.

- Why not?
- Well, it won't get us anywhere.

He won't talk until he's ready.

Anyhow you haven't a case
against him yet.

Why not leave him at large.

Have him watched
and see what happens,

- for a day or two at least.
- Hmm.

You've always found my advice pretty
sound, haven't you, inspector?

It's got you a lot of attention
in the newspapers.

Then you'll work on the case,
sir? In the usual way?

In the usual way, inspector.

I'll do as you suggest, sir.

Good. Come along, Watson.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Hunter,

we shan't be wanting you
any longer.

You're free to go
whenever you like.

Thank you, inspector.

You see, darling, they don't
think anything of the kind.

Ann, you must believe me.

I don't know what to believe
anymore that Lloyd's gone.

If I can't believe in you,
Jerrold,

there's nothing in the whole world
I can believe in or count on.

My dearest.

But if you knew
Lloyd was in danger

why did you try to keep me
from seeing Sherlock Holmes?

Why did you follow Lloyd
with a revolver in your pocket?

Makes me afraid sometimes
even of you.

Darling, how can you
say such a thing?

Oh, I don't know
what I'm saying.

I'm so tired and confused.

All right, Holmes. I found it.

Ready when you are.

I say there,
has something happened?

Definitely.

Would you mind moving
back a few paces?

- Not at all.
- Thank you.

Perhaps I can find a doctor.

I'm a doctor.
What's the matter with you?

I'm all right.
I was thinking of you.

Why?

But aren't you ill?

Certainly not.

I'm dead.

Well, I'm afraid
I must be getting on.

Don't let me detain you.

Stupid fellow.

Watson, come here.

Coming, Holmes.

Look at that, Watson.

What have you found, Holmes?

- Footprints?
- Yes.

A club-footed man about
five foot eleven I should say

from the length of his stride.

Do you observe anything singular
about these footprints, Watson?

I can't say that I do.

Club-footed people invariably bring
their full weight down on the toe.

If you look closely you'll observe
that the weight of the man

who made these footprints is
normally balanced from toe to heel.

Well what can you
make of that, Holmes?

Oh, just one more unnatural element
to this rather peculiar case.

The clubfoot must have some
other compensating deformity

- to explain these footprints.
- What?

You think these are the
footprints of a murderer?

It's possible.

Yes, yes it's quite possible.

What, Holmes?

Well a man standing just about
here would command a view of the path.

He might project
some kind of weapon.

Not a weapon's been found
except Hunter's revolver.

It could easily have been
retrieved in the excitement.

And what kind of weapon
thrown from here

could both strangle a man
and crush his skull in?

If we knew that, my dear Watson,

we'd be a great deal nearer
to the solution of the crime.

Look at that.

Yes.

Yes, it was torn from that tree.

Perhaps by something hurdling past.

The sap's not dry yet.

That means it was torn off
within the last few hours.

Ah.

What have you found, Holmes?

It's a watch fob.

Looks like a rabbit's foot.

No, no, no. It's chinchilla.

Unquestionably chinchilla.

Well, rabbit or chinchilla.
What's it matter?

What? No, no. Perhaps it doesn't
matter at all, Watson. We'll see.

I've always thought those
things were in very poor taste.

Fancy going about with a dead
animal's foot dangling from your pocket.

Yes, and then loosing it at the scene
of a murder. Very careless.

She's in here, sir.

- Who is it?
- It's Mr. Holmes.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,
I'm so glad you're here.

This may sound foolish to you
but after Mr. Hunter left

I went up to be with my brother.

While I was with him I heard...
Yes?

The sound of music
from the street,

strange music.

It didn't begin,
and it didn't end.

It just went on and on.

What was it about the music
that frightened you?

I heard it once before,
Mr. Holmes,

only once when I was a
little girl in South America,

the night my father was killed.

It's quite possible that
under the circumstances

this impression
was a hallucination.

This was no hallucination,
Dr. Watson.

Take my word for it.

Did you see who was playing?

I went to the window.

There was a street beggar
standing in front of the house.

I could just see the outline
of his figure

and then I became so frightened
I screamed and... Yes I don't wonder.

Do you think you would
remember that melody?

Remember it,

I should never forget it
as long as I live.

Miss Brandon, I wish I could spare
you this but time is so important.

I understand.
What do you want me to do?

It's not going to be easy.

Anything if it will help you
clear up my brother's death.

Do you think you could bear
to repeat it for me?

I'll try.

That's definitely
every note of it.

Mr. Holmes, would you mind
going out, please?

Yes. Yes, of course.

You must try to get some sleep.
It's been a terrible day for you.

Thank you, Billy.

What's that, Mr. Holmes?

Hmm? Yeah, that's a
chinchilla foot, Billy.

- Chinchilla?
- Yes.

You know what a chinchilla is?

Yes, Mr. Holmes. It's a little animal
that grows in South America

and its fur is very expensive.

Ah, you should
remember that, Billy.

It'll save you a lot of money
when you grow up.

May I look at it, sir?

- Uh, yeah, yes, certainly, Billy.
- Thank you.

- Well, what do you make of it, Billy?
- Blimey,

I'd like to have one of these.

They must bring you
lots of luck.

Well why do you say that?

Well, I bet in Chile or Bolivia

they carry around a
chinchilla's foot for good luck

the same as we carry a
rabbit's foot. - Ha, ha.

You hear that, Watson?

My hearing is in no way
impaired, thank you.

And you think that the man who lost
this comes from Chile or Bolivia?

Yes, sir, cause that's the
only places chinchillas grow.

Well, Watson.

What do you say to that
for a simple deduction?

I've listened to seashells
that made better sense.

Why do you waste your time
like this, Holmes?

Half the women in the world own
chinchilla wraps. - You exaggerate, Watson,

and half the women in the
world wish you didn't.

No, Dr. Watson. You see they
make the coats out of skins.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, sir,

and the only place you can
get a chinchilla's foot

would be where
the chinchilla lives.

There Billy,
there's sixpence for you.

Blimey me a tenner.
Oh, thank you.

No, thank you, Billy.
Thank you.

I don't know why you let that
insufferable little brat come in here.

I was pulling your leg, Watson.

Merely relaying to you through
Billy certain observations,

which may or may not coincide
significantly with what I found.

- You found something?
- I think so.

I've identified
the death music, Watson,

the melody Miss Brandon
played for us last night.

It's an ancient Inca
funeral dirge

still used by the Indians
in the remote Chilean Andes

as a chant for the dead.

What on earth has that got to
do with Professor Moriarty

or the Star of Deli?

I wouldn't know, Watson.
I really wouldn't know.

Would you mind?

Inca funeral dirge...

- Ah, how do you do, doctor.
- How are you, sir?

Holmes, how lucky
to find you at home.

Sir Ronald.
Well, won't you sit down.

- Here you are, sir.
- Thanks.

- Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting you.
- Oh, no, no, no.

But I'm very anxious to know

have you had any idea, in the
connection with that note?

The note?

Oh, I'm afraid I haven't had
much time to think about it.

After all, the Star of Deli
is not the immediate problem.

Oh, but it is.

You will help me as you
promised, won't you Holmes?

Imagine the scandal, if anything
should happen to a Crown Jewel.

Yes.

- When does it arrive?
- Tomorrow night.

I've had to arrange
for delivery at ten o'clock,

a most inconvenient hour
for everyone of course

but I can't leave the jewel out
of the vault overnight, you know.

Once it arrives it's technically
in my custody. - Yes.

Yes, I understand.
What do you want me to do?

Could you possibly be at the
tower tomorrow night at ten?

- I'll take care of everything.
- Good.

You'll have your own men there,
of course,

and as an added precaution
I'll see to it

- that a few policemen are on hand.
- Excellent.

I can't tell you, how
grateful I am to you, Holmes.

Not at all, Sir Ronald.

- Well, goodbye.
- Goodbye, sir.

You'll forgive me
bothering you like this.

But I'm sure you understand
the emergency of the matter.

- Certainly, Sir Ronald.
- Thank you again.

- Goodbye, doctor.
- Goodbye, Sir Ronald.

- How do you do, Miss Brandon?
- How do you do?

Will you excuse me, please?

Port Authority, pier nine.

Giddy up.

Miss Brandon,
is anything wrong?

Two are not enough.

They don't even give me time
to bury my dead.

Please, sit down. - No, I don't
want to sit down. Thank you.

This is exactly like the
drawing your brother received

and it bears another date,

May the 13th. That's tomorrow.

Was this left at your door?

Yes, about half an hour ago.
I came here directly.

You didn't happen to notice
the messenger who left it?

No, one of the servants
answered the door.

He just took it.
He didn't notice anything.

Mr. Holmes, what shall I do?

Isn't May the 13th the night you're
supposed to go to Lady Conyngham's party?

Well yes, but... - I know
Lady Conyngham is irreproachable but

there's too much emphasis
on this date, May the 13th,

whether you should go to the
party or whether you shouldn't.

You mean Jerrold?

Miss Brandon, we feel that... forget it.

Mr. Hunter has much to explain,
Miss Brandon.

As yet he's not been
proved guilty.

But I must know.

You really want to know?

I must.

I'll do anything rather than bear
this uncertainty, the suspense.

Then go to
Lady Conyngham's party.

But I can't, not now.

- After Lloyd...
- I understand your feelings

but you must go to
Lady Conyngham's just the same.

She's an older woman.
She's very fond of you.

Now you're alone
in a time of trouble.

What more natural
than that you should go to her?

But she's giving a party
and my brother's...

You only have to
make an appearance.

Yes, but...

That's what I want,
Miss Brandon.

I want you to make
an appearance,

perhaps take a walk
through the grounds.

I warn you it may involve
considerable risk

but I think the kind of woman
I take you to be

would rather risk everything
on one venture

than live the rest of her life
in the shadow of doubt and death.

Am I right?

You are right, Mr. Holmes.

I'll do as you say.

Thank you and goodbye.

No.
This time we'll say au revoir.

- Miss Brandon?
- Yes.

Are you quite sure
you're not afraid.

Of course I'm afraid
but I'll go through with it.

Good.

May the 13th.
That's tomorrow night.

Well Holmes, you've certainly let
yourself in for a busy night tomorrow.

What about the Star of Deli
and you promise to Sir Ronald

and what about your duty
to The Crown?

All that will be taken care of.
Never fear.

I'm going to delegate
the most dependable man I know

to guard the Star of Deli in my place
while I keep an eye on Miss Brandon.

Oh really, who may that be?

You, my dear fellow.

What?

You'd like to let that razor
slip, wouldn't you, Dawes?

No, sir. By no means, sir.

You're a coward, Dawes.

If you weren't a coward
you'd a cut my throat long ago.

Why I give you my word, sir.

That thought never
entered my mind, sir.

Then you're worse than a
coward. You're a fool.

You have as much hatred for me
as I have contempt for you.

Excellent.

Without your beard, sir,
you look like your own son.

It's unlikely that
I shall be back tonight, Dawes.

You may as well
take the evening off.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, Dawes.

I'm engaged.

Of course you are, Bassick. Why
do you think I'm paying you?

I never would have
recognized you, professor.

Yes, sir?

What'd you find out, Bassick?

Just like you said.

They're taking the goods
off the boat tonight.

The men is waiting.

Excellent. Now let's hurry.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Hello, darling.

Are you feeling
all right, my child.

Yes, I think so.

And has that young son of mine
been behaving himself?

He's been awfully kind.

I'm afraid I'm very tiresome
this evening.

Nonsense.

No man on the bright side of senility
could possibly call you tiresome.

Ann, you're glad you came,
aren't you?

- Very glad.
- Good.

You see, I was right.

It was quite the best thing for
you to do to come down here.

You shouldn't have thought
of staying alone in that house,

so soon after.

Perhaps you're right.

You're going to stay on here
over the weekend.

If you want me.

- As long as you like, my dear.
- Thank you.

Has anyone
asked for me tonight?

Why no?
Are you expecting someone?

I'm not sure.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Oh, mother. May I take Ann away? I want
her to see some of this entertainment.

Of course, dear.
I hope it will be good.

Sit here, Ann.

I want you to see
this musical chap.

He may be amusing.

Everyone delights to spend
their summer holidays.

Down beside the side
of the silvery sea

I'm no exception to the rule
in fact if I had my way

I'd be down beside the side
of the silvery sea.

But when your just a commoner
a Smith or Jones or Brown.

A business up in town
You've got to settle down.

You save up all the money you
can till summer comes around.

Then away you go
to a spot you know.

Where the cockle shells
are found Oh I...

Do like to be
beside the sea side

I do like to be besides the sea

I do like to stroll
along the drom, drom, drom.

Where the drum and bass,
tickely um, bum, bum.

So just let me be
beside the sea side

I'll be beside myself with glee

for there are lots of girls beside
I should like to be besides.

Beside the sea side.

Besides the sea.

Funny fellow, isn't he?

Yes.

Ann, I wish there was something
I could do.

Could I get you an ice?

You're very kind, Tony.
I'd like that.

All right. You stay here.

I'll see what I can pillage,
be straight back. - Thank you.

Good evening, Miss Brandon.
Everything all right?

What do you want?

We did have an appointment,
you know.

- Mr. Holmes, I...
- Shh, shh...

We mustn't be seen together.

Has anything happened?
Have you seen anything unusual?

No nothing yet.

Mr. Holmes, do you think I could
possibly be in danger here?

There's no doubt of it but
don't worry. I'll be watching.

- I'll be glad when it's over.
- Yes, I know.

Don't take any unnecessary risks.
Don't talk to strange people

and above all don't wander far
from the lights and the crowd.

You must go back. Good luck.

Here we are, Ann.

Thank you.

Tony, that's a South American
gaucho orchestra, isn't it?

Yes. Rather good aren't they?

Yes.

Shall we go in.
It's rather chilly out here.

Just as you like, Ann.

You're being too hard
on Holmes, Sir Ronald.

He gave me his word
he'd be here, sir.

He sent me in his place.

You?

Well, sir, I've been with
Holmes on a good many cases

and I can assure you, you might
have done considerably worse.

I dare say you might help.

Where at least are the policemen
he promised to send me?

They'll be here directly.

A sergeant and two policemen,
picked men, sir.

What is it, sergeant?

Police officers
to see Dr. Watson, sir.

Bring 'em in.

It's about time.

- Is Dr. Watson here?
- Yes, I am Dr. Watson.

Sergeant Bullfinch
at your service, sir.

- Good evening, Sergeant.
- My I see your identification, sir?

I told you I am Dr. Watson.

I don't doubt that, sir,
but the inspector said

I was to be particular
about identification, sir.

Well, you seem to be
a law-abiding citizen.

I suppose you'll be wanting
to see mine? - Yes, please.

Everything seems in order,
Sir Ronald.

Prepare to halt.

Company halt.

Captain Mannery, Royal Navy, with
escort reporting to Sir Ronald Ramsey.

Just a moment, sir.

- Is that you, Sir Ronald?
- Yes.

Captain Mannery?

Yes, sir.

Raise the port trellis.

Well, here it is, Sir Ronald.

Ah. The Star of Deli.

This has been a great anxiety
to me, Captain Mannery.

I can't tell you how relieved
I shall be

when I have this jewel
safely locked up in the tower.

Would you like us
to go with you, sir?

No, there's no occasion.
I have ample protection.

Then I bid you goodbye,
Sir Ronald.

Goodbye, Captain Mannery.
I am most grateful to you.

- Thank you, sir.
- Gentlemen.

All right, Gentlemen.

Guard, about face.

Forward march.

Halt.

Ah. It's the longest
short walk I ever had.

Hold that for a moment,
will you?

The Crown Jewels, gentlemen,

the accumulated wealth of ten
centuries of English kings,

a grave responsibility.

It's not often
this door is unlocked

and this is the key
to all this treasure.

Now!

- The emerald!
- Where is it?

- Somebody snatched it.
- The policemen, where are they?

They're not policemen at all.
After them.

Guards, the stairs.

Sir Ronald, look.

The Star of Deli.
They've dropped it.

You see, Sir Ronald.

Every thing's turned out
all right after all.

And all thanks to your brilliant
friend, Sherlock Holmes.

So my fears were ridiculous

and that note was merely
the work of a crank.

Nobody would steal
the Star of Deli.

- No one there, Sir Ronald.
- Never mind, Sergeant. I have the jewel.

I have a good mind to give
this story to the press.

It will put Holmes
in his place.

Oh, I wouldn't do that,
Sir Ronald.

- You have got the jewel back.
- I have indeed,

as safe as the
Crown Jewels of England,

but no thanks to Holmes.

Well, he did send me
in his place.

Yes, and it's a capital thing
he did.

You're a splendid fellow,
Watson.

You've done me a
great service tonight.

I shall see to it
that your courage is reported

- in due course to the proper authorities.
- Thank you.

Come along, Sergeant.

- Turn out the lights.
- Yes, sir.

They got away, sir,
in the direction of Tower Hill.

But they left
what they came for.

- The emerald is safe.
- Oh good, sir.

All right, Sergeant.

Goodbye, my dear. I'll drive
over and see you tomorrow.

You're terribly tired, my child,
aren't you? - Yes, I am.

You better go to bed.

I'm going to look in on you
later and if you're not asleep,

- I shall be very severe.
- Uh-uh.

Whatever is the matter
with you, my dear?

I just noticed the time.

That clock on the landing.

It's seven minutes to twelve.

In another eight minutes it
won't be May the 13th anymore.

You must go to bed at once,
You really must.

- I'll go with you.
- I'd like you to.

Only I shouldn't take you away.

Nonsense. They've all gone.

Besides no one misses
a middle-aged hostess.

Have a good rest, my dear,
and be sure to sleep late.

It's an invariable custom
of the house.

I'll try.

- Good night.
- Good night, my dear.

I was just coming to find you,
Miss Brandon.

There's a gentleman on the
terrace asking to see you

and he says it's
most important.

Mr. Holmes, thank you.

Ann, my dear.

What are you doing here?

Am I so unwelcome then?

Why did you come?

I've been terribly worried
about you, darling.

I wanted to be sure
you were safe.

Why did you think
I might not be safe?

Ann, whatever has
come over you?

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

Surely you're not afraid of me?

You are afraid.

That's how much
all the years have counted.

You think I want to hurt you.

I don't know why I don't.

Ann! Wait!

Come here, Ann!

Come along this way. Quick.

Ahh!

- Holmes, you all right?
- Never better, Watson.

And Miss Brandon?

She'll be all right,
the poor child she's fainted.

Look after her will you, Andrews,
and take her back to the house.

Very good, Mr. Holmes?

What on earth is this, Holmes?

This, Watson,
is a South American bolas,

the instrument that killed
Lloyd Brandon. - What?

Yes. Come and take a look
at his murderer.

He's badly hurt.

Can he be moved, doctor?

- Yes.
- Then I'll take him to The Yard.

Yes, it's just as I suspected.

This club footed shoe
was a very clever device

but not quite clever enough,
my friend.

I'll wager you didn't think of it
yourself. Who put you up to it?

The professor. He's said he'd
fix it so I don't get caught.

Professor Moriarty.

Si, Moriarty.

I'll kill him.

I scarcely think
you'll have the chance now.

So that clears up our case.

Clears it up? We've only just begun.
Come along, Watson. Quick!

Shh. Don't move.

Stay where you are
and keep your eyes open.

All right, come on, Watson.
There's nobody here.

Well, why didn't you
say so before?

Oh, lilly pond.

- Damp.
- Damp, I'm wet through.

He's been shaving.

Moriarty's worn that beard for years.
Why would he shave it off?

- To disguise himself, of course.
- Obviously, Watson.

But why tonight especially
for what purpose?

Huh?

A Baedeker.

What would Moriarty
be doing with a guidebook?

He knows London
like a cab driver.

Look, Watson, look.

The Tower of London.

Sergeant Bullfinch.

Moriarty without his beard.

Then he stole the emerald! - I wonder
what exactly he did do, or rather is doing.

What do you mean, Holmes?

Don't you see, my dear Watson.

Moriarty concocted
that Brandon case

with all its fantastic convolutions
expressly to divert my attention

till the time the Star of Deli
was delivered.

So that he could steal the emerald
but he didn't get it. We fooled him.

That's exactly the point, Watson.
He didn't want the Star of Deli.

- What?
- No.

The real crime
has not yet come to light.

He caused a man to be murdered
solely in order to distract me.

He staged that fiasco
at the Tower of London.

Why I don't know but one thing I'm
certain. It was all done with a purpose.

Somewhere in London at this very moment
something tremendous is happening.

He said he was going to do it
and he's doing it now,

the most stupendous, the most
incredible crime of the century,

the crowning act
of his career...

The crowning act.

Crowning?

"St. Edward's crown."

This was the crown stolen from
the Tower of London in 1671

by Colonel Blood
and his accomplices,

"the total value of the regalia is
estimated at three million pounds."

Watson, the Crown Jewels!
We're wasting time.

Ay, cabby.

Never mind, get in, Watson.

I say, steady. Drive a little
careful, old boy.

Serg, Sergeant!

- What is it, McKenzie?
- An accident, Sergeant.

Give me your hand.
Get this man out of here.

Well, what were
you trying to do,

batter your way
right into the Tower of London?

Of course not, course not,
preposterous.

Well, what were you doing?

- Well I...
- Where is your cabby?

Cabby? Oh, yes, yes, cabby.

Well, where is he?

I don't know,
I haven' the faintest idea.

Bring him along to the
posting room. - Where?

Did you hear a shot?

I did, sir, I thought it came
from the tower.

Follow me on the double.

Well, "Ann Brandon 21,
and Jerrold Hunter 29",

were married this morning at
the Castone Hall Register Office."

Well, that takes care of that

but I still don't understand how young
Hunter became involved in the mystery.

Alfred?

- May I borrow your violin?
- Certainly, governor.

I said, I still don't understand
how young Hunter became involved.

Perfectly simple. Whatever Gerald Hunter
did was done to protect Miss Brandon.

But I saw it myself
posited with Moriarty.

My dear Watson, I expected even
you to see through that trick.

Moriarty went to him with a trumped
up lawsuit to put us off the track.

Those flies again.

Very effective, my dear Watson.

Elementary, my dear Holmes,
elementary.