All language subtitles for Priklyucheniya SHerloka KHolmsa i doktora Vatsona Smertelnaya skhvatka 19801980

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The famous detective
Sherlock Holmes,

with the help of his friend
doctor Watson, penetrated

into the den of the villainous
extortioner Milverton

and burned down the papers that
the villain used for blackmail.

By coincidence

on that same night
Milverton was murdered.

This incident has stirred the
criminal world

and made extremely risky

THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK
HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON

PART TWO

DEADLY FIGHT

Based on stories by
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

Starring:

Vassily LIVANOV

Vitaly SOLOMIN

Rina ZELENAYA

Co-starring:

Borislav Brondukov

Victor Evgrafov
Alexander Zakharov

Boris Klyuev
Nikolai Kryukov

Alexei Kozhevnikov
Ignat Leirer

I. Andronnikov
A. Podshivalov

Y. Eller
Dima Khrilyev and others.

I've got an excellent collection
starting with the letter "M".

Morgan - a poisoner.

Merridew, who left behind

a collection of scalps.

Mortimer - cocainist
and murderer.

Mrs. Medoc - a bloody
jealous avenger.

Mathews.

The guy who knocked out my
left canine tooth

at the waiting hall
at Charing Cross Station.

Those are all shadows of
the past, that

can only be brought back to life
with the power of your pen.

And this is a different
company!

These people caught my attention
for only just one instant,

however I kept their cards
for my files.

Who for instance?

For instance, Moran - Sebastian.
Retired colonel.

Served in the First Bengalore
field-engineer regiment.

The son of Sir Moran,
holder of the Order of the Bath,

former British envoy to
Persia.

Graduated from Eton College
and Oxford University.

Was a signaler in the Jovak
and Ardennes campaigns.

- You haven't met him there by
chance, have you? - No.

Also in Cheresiam & Cherpur
campaigns. An expert shot.

Author of "Hunting Big Prey
in the Western Himalayas"

and "Three Months in the
Jungle".

Member of the Anglo-Indian,
Tankerville and "Bagatelle" clubs.

Well, that's a biography of an
honest soldier.

Yes. And nevertheless,
opposite his name I wrote:

"The most dangerous man
in London".

Up to a certain point Moran
did not arise any suspicion.

In India they still tell
the legend

about him crawling along the
bottom of a dried brook

to save a man from the claws of
an enraged wounded tiger.

You know, Watson, there are
these trees

that grow the way they should
up to a certain point.

And then all of a sudden
they start developing

ugly abnormal deviations.

- That happens with people too.
- Yes.

Colonel Moran stepped on a
vicious path.

Without any obvious reason

he turned everyone in India so
much against himself,

that he had to leave London
and retire altogether.

I don't see anything criminal
in that.

Do you remember the strange
death of Mrs. Stewart

from Lauder? In 1887.

I'm sure he has the most direct
relation to that death.

- Why are you so sure?
- It's a long story.

Want to see what he looks
like?

I wonder what you say when you
see him.

Physiognomic analysis is worth
something in our line of work.

- But where? - At the club
"Bagatelle" of course.

Make your bets, gentlemen.

No more bets.

- He is not here?
- He's here all right.

One of the 12.

Port and "The Times".

- Want a hint?
- No.

I know some of those
people.

The one on the left is
Godfry Milmer.

A furrier, suffering
from gout.

I haven't personally treated
his partner Lord Belmoran,

but everyone knows him.

At the next table sits
Mr. Murray, sciatica.

The one nearest to us is
sir John Hardy.

Sturdy as a bull, but the wife
suffers from constant neuralgia.

I beg your pardon, gentlemen,
I'll leave you for a minute.

We hope you won't be long,
Mr. Carlisle.

Dear Watson,

I have to meet with the man
who wrote this note.

Proceed with your physiognomic
observations.

We'll share our impressions
at home.

You lost, gentlemen!

- Congratulations, Sir Ronald.
- Aren't you mistaken, Colonel?

See for yourself.

I don't have my traveling-bag
with me.

I would kindly ask you to
take our winnings,

and tomorrow I'll come by
to collect my share.

All the best, gentlemen.

Colonel Moran, I suspect you
are a card-sharp.

Mind your language, my
young friend.

Where did the Ace of Clubs
come from?

Go back, collect the money and
divide it into two parts.

Don't provoke the tiger to bare
his teeth, Sir Fool.

Price! Take off the
blindfold.

Your coronal bones are not as
developed I'd expected.

You have a very dangerous
habit -

of carrying a loaded gun in your
jacket pocket.

Does this room seem
familiar to you?

It could very well be that you
didn't kill Milverton.

The material evidence testifies
only to the fact,

that you'd been here.

You have been here,
haven't you, Holmes?

Am I right?

You wanted Lady Eve's
letters.

You have come here to steal
them.

You couldn't do it legally,

so you decided to violate
the law.

You were guided by your
ambitions.

You see, Holmes, I'm also good
at making logical deductions.

But you have made a number
of major mistakes.

Footprints, bloody stains
on the glass door...

Charles was my friend.

Besides, he was my supplier.

It is a great loss.

Mind you...

I felt your presence
after Milverton's death.

One secret thread was
pulled.

Only someone who read my secret
correspondence with him

could know about it.

That was on March the 4th.

On the 23rd you bothered
me the second time.

In the middle of April you
disappointed me again.

At the end of the month you
frustrated my plans.

Today I'm faced with the
threat of being exposed.

And once again not without
your help!

- So what do you suggest?
- I suggest you quit!

You've crossed the path of a
very powerful organization.

Even you can't understand the
full extent of its power.

Stop playing this game, or
they'll crush you!

The papers you took from
this table, with my monogram!

Considering your interest in me,
you couldn't have burnt them!

- You have them!
- Why are you so sure?

They could be in
Scotland-Yard!

No, Holmes, you have them.

No one, except you, knows the
meaning of the letter "M".

No one, except you, especially
not that idiot Lestrade,

will be able to decipher
the coded text.

You have them.

You hope to decipher the
invaluable papers

and put us all behind bars.

I repeat...

That is not going to
happen.

Because otherwise

you will not leave this
room alive.

Your threats are very
serious,

therefore they call for no
less serious proof.

Milverton received
invoices

an hour before you came
here.

My personal messenger
brought them.

They were lying on the
table.

That's not good enough,
professor.

Not good enough!

Apart from me there were
other people here too:

Servants, maids, police
officers.

And then again you forget
about the real killer.

Don't switch the light on,
Watson. That can be dangerous.

You mean, he can be looking
for me already?

- Who is that?
- Colonel Moran.

What have you done?

I became the witness of
an ugly scene

between the Colonel and
a young man.

Let's not stand in front
of the window.

Take a seat and tell
me everything.

A young man by the name
of Ronald...

You must be talking about
sir Ronald Adair.

A frequenter and a Board
member of the club "Bagatelle".

An inveterate card-player, but
never goes beyond the limits.

The younger son of count
Meinus,

the governor of one of our
provinces in Australia.

Is engaged to Edith Woodley
From Corster.

An absolutely harmless
creature.

They played in a pair with
the Colonel and won.

Then they had a fight.

Sir Ronald accused the
Colonel of cheating.

- Did anyone else hear it?
- Just me. Accidentally.

I don't envy Sir Ronald
and you.

I suggest we draw the
shutters.

What is it you're afraid of?

An air-gun.

- Pardon me?
- An air-gun.

The files of my letter "M" card
index came into motion.

The tiger hunt is on.

- Who is the tiger?
- Yours truly.

And now you too, Watson.

- What shall we do?
- Run.

We're dealing with people who
don't shelve their promises.

Listen carefully and remember
my instructions.

I disappear right now.

You sleep over in
Mrs. Hudson's room.

Watson, remember my
instructions to the letter.

We've engaged ourselves
in a war

with an organized criminal
association.

Tonight you are to send our
luggage to Victoria Station

not disclosing the
point of destination.

Tomorrow morning you send
Mrs. Hudson to get a cab.

She is by no means to stop the
first and the second one

she sees passing by.

You get in the cab and
show the cabby the address,

scribbled on a sheet of
paper.

He takes you to
Lowther Arcade.

You get out and immediately
mix with the crowd.

You have to bear in mind that
by 9.15 sharp

you have to be at the opposite
end of the Arcade.

A small carriage will be
waiting for you there.

The driver - a man in a black
cloak with a red trim.

Get in that carriage

and go to Victoria Station
to catch the express-train,

heading for the continent.

- The continent?
- Yes.

The continent.

Where would I meet up with
you?

I've already booked compartment
2 in the first-class coach.

We meet on board the
train?

That's right.

See you then, Watson.

He got away! Here!

Well, I'd say, this
is too much!

Mister Holmes!

Mister Holmes!

I've had it with your
chemical experiments.

What, Watson?!

You're into this nonsense
too?

Doctor Watson!

Doctor Watson!

I saw your back and
recognized you right away.

That's what a practiced
eye does for you!

- I'm in a great hurry,
inspector. - I can see that.

I cried out your name, but you
turned your back at me.

So I figured you were
in a hurry.

Unlike you, doctor Watson,
I'm in no hurry at all.

There's nothing to do
in London nowadays.

Soon all of us will be
unemployed.

Your friend has made a mountain
out of a molehill.

- Has he nothing to do too?
- I don't know.

The vigilance of the police
yields its fruit.

Our basic principle is -
crime prevention.

I have a favor to ask you,
my dear Lestrade.

By the way, it has to do
with crime prevention.

I'm very much concerned with
the fate of one young man.

His name is Sir
Ronald Adair.

I think his life is
in danger.

I'm leaving, and I would kindly
ask you to take care of him.

Don't worry.
Who's threatening him?

A man by the name of...

Sebastian Moran.

A frequenter of the
club "Bagatelle".

Sebastian Moran?

Doctor Watson!

Good day.

Please occupy your seat,
we're departing.

So, do you have
severe burns?

My god!

You scared me to death!

- What's with the apartment?
- How do you know?

The morning paper. "Fire
in Mr. Holmes' apartment".

I'm afraid, two carpets
are lost.

What's worse is that

the police are after
the arsonists.

- What's bad about that?
- It's untimely.

Untimely.

But I don't understand. Where
are our persecutors?

Oh, there they are!

- But that is not Moran.
- That's professor Moriarty.

Who is this Moriarty?

Remember the monogram
of crossed swords?

I shall fill you in
on that.

Haven't you heard of
professor Moriarty?

No.

Ingenious and
incomprehensible!

The man has entangled the
whole of London in his web,

and no one knows
anything about him.

If I could deliver
society of this man,

I would consider that the
crown of my career

and turn to a more
peaceful activity.

Why is he so dangerous?

He has a not so quite
ordinary biography.

He comes from a very
decent family.

Has an excellent education.

But, more importantly...

He is gifted with phenomenal
mathematical skills.

He was only 21, when he was
offered a chair

at one local university.

But he developed

a passion for risky
ventures.

Rumors started spreading
about him around town,

and he was forced to move
to London,

where he started tutoring
young people

to pass exams for an
officer's rank.

It is there that he met

our mutual acquaintance -

Colonel Moran.

And still, why is he
so dangerous?

He is the Napoleon of the
criminal world.

He accounts for more
than a half

of all unsolved crimes
in London.

Like a spider, he sits in the
middle of his web

and senses the most subtle
movement of a thousand fibers.

- But how did you trace him?
- Elementary, Watson.

It is pure logic.

I've known long ago,

that behind the
London criminals

there stands some kind of
an unknown force,

that violates the law

acting through dummies.

I tried to unveil the
mystery, but to no avail.

The sudden demise of
Milverton,

the main supplier of
this organization,

resulted in Moriarty
losing his nerve.

You never said anything
about it to me.

I enjoyed fighting him
one on one.

At times the horror of
knowing about his crimes

gave way to the admiration

for his mastership.

But Moriarty made one
little slip,

that he shouldn't have made.

His enemy was the love for
cheap effects.

The passion for symbols,

like the monogram

with crossed swords.

Do you remember the letter
that Lady Hacksley gave us?

- He wrote that letter?
- No doubt.

He knew right away, that

the monogram would attract my
attention and sounded the alarm.

Those papers must mean
a lot to him.

They're invaluable.

The first attempt at
deciphering them

gave me the complete list
of his gang-members.

Something like a roster?

Absolutely correct.

All I need now is a few days
of work,

and Moriarty and his accomplices
will be put behind bars.

It will be the biggest trial
in our history,

and I will be the witness.

And according to
inexorable logic

there's only one thing that
can save Moriarty -

the death of the key
witness.

So, dear Watson, I am a
very dangerous companion,

and you can still change your
mind and disembark.

I didn't want to offend you,
my friend.

In that case we shall
leave together.

I've already instructed the
conductor about our luggage.

God dammit, I
underestimated Moriarty!

- You think it's him?
- No doubt.

He could have taken an
express train,

but Moriarty preferred
to use

a self-propelled carriage.

One might think, that we are the
real criminals, and not them.

Why didn't you arrest
Moriarty?

That would make senseless
the deciphering of his letters.

We would catch the
big fish,

but small fry would get away.

How fast does a telegram from
Switzerland travel here?

I think it takes about
24 hours.

24 hours! That means,
no later than on Monday

all of them will be in the
hands of the police.

- But how?
- Elementary, Watson!

Well if I'm not
Sherlock Holmes!

Welcome, Mr. Holmes!

Don't you remember me?

Peter Steiler Junior.

I didn't expect to see
you here.

I was one of the accomplices
in the case of the

theft of the cupid's head
from the Royal Museum.

They let me out on parole
for exemplary behavior.

I bought a small house here,
In Meyeringene.

- Small world.
- And that is wonderful!

By the way, there's a telegram
for you from London, Mr. Holmes.

Moriarty?

I should have foreseen it.

They caught the whole gang,
except him.

He got away, even though I've
given the police all the leads.

I should have known he's too
tough a nut for them.

You know, Watson, you will have
to go back to London.

I was never so dangerous a
companion as I am now.

Moriarty lost everything.

If he stays back in London,
that'll be the end of him.

Now he will try to
avenge himself on me.

He warned me when we met:

Either he destroys me or
he will be dead.

Watson, get back!

Landslides are a common
thing around here.

Perhaps.

I will allow myself
a little advice

as to what you should see
around here.

Have a look at this.

If you're here you can't miss
the Reichenbach Falls!

This picturesque path takes
you to the village Rosenlau.

About halfway from here, if you
make a small detour

you will see something
quite unusual.

I'm all for it!

We are in the mood for
encounters with the unusual.

If you pardon my curiosity,

what did you need the
cupid's head for?

All my life I've been attracted
to beautiful things.

I couldn't resist.

Watson! There it is!

A perfect choice of
location!

Who chose it?

The Reichenbach Falls!
Immaculate taste!

I think, Watson,

I didn't live my life for
nothing.

Why such gloomy words?

And why in the past tense?

Even if my life comes to
an end now,

I turn back and look at it

with a feeling of emotional
satisfaction.

I have made the air of
London cleaner.

I don't like your mood.

You have solved thousands
of cases,

and at all times optimism
helped you in your work.

And now everything is more
than wonderful!

Moriarty is defeated.

Relax, admire the
beautiful landscape!

We will have to go back.

An Englishwoman has registered
at the hotel.

She is suffering from
consumption in the last stages.

Steiler writes that she had
spent the winter in Davos,

and was traveling to stay with
her friends in Lucerne.

But on the way the bleeding
started.

They have a local
doctor there.

She categorically refused to
be treated by a Swiss doctor,

when she found out there was
a British doctor around.

- We have to go, Holmes.
- Of course you have to.

What about you?

I shall stay and admire the
beautiful scenery in solitude.

It is dangerous to be in
the mountains alone.

Not more than anywhere else
in our imperfect world.

I definitely don't like your
mood these days.

Tomorrow first thing we go
back to London.

At least there's no
Moriarty there.

Tonight I will try to be in
the village Rosenlau.

Come to meet me there!

Take care of Ronald Adair!

- What?!
- Ronald Adair!

I can't hear you!

I'm all yours, Professor!

Before we start to sort
matters out between us,

give me time to write a note
to my friends.

For neither of us knows the
outcome of our encounter.

We don't have much time,
but very well.

Drop your knife, I am
unarmed.

I'm ready.

I hope her condition hasn't
deteriorated?

- How is she?
- Who?

Didn't you write this?

- About the sick Englishwoman.
- Englishwoman?

The letterhead of my hotel.

I know!

The letter must have been
written by a tall British

gentleman, who arrived right
after you left.

He asked for Mr. Holmes.

I told him, that...

There was another gentleman
with him.

He carried a gun!

Holmes!

Holmes!

Holmes!

It's me, mister Watson!

Hold on!

I'm coming to the rescue!

Where is Mr. Holmes?

They killed him!

Oh, my god!

What tragedy!

What misfortune!

Mr. Holmes was the only one
who treated me with respect.

If not for him,

I wouldn't be living
here now.

I wouldn't be admiring this
beautiful scenery!

God dammit!

Poor Mister Holmes!

"Dear Watson!

I write these lines to
you now

thanks to the kindness of
Mr. Moriarty,

who is waiting for me to
finally solve the argument

regarding us both.

My life has reached its
highest peak.

I couldn't wish myself a
better death.

Please tell Inspector
Peterson,

that the papers that will help
him expose the criminal gang

are in my desk drawer marked
with the letter "M".

Prior to leaving London

I wrote down all the necessary
instructions

and left them with my
brother Mycroft.

Please give my warmest
regards to Mrs. Hudson.

And don't forget about poor
Ronald Adair.

Yours truly.
Sherlock Holmes."

Screenplay:
Vladimir Valutsky

Director:
Igor Maslennikov

D.O.P.:
Yuri Veksler

Anatoly Lapshov

Production designer:
Mark Kaplan

Music:
Vladimir Dashkevich

END OF PART TWO

In the next episode

Doctor Watson will
execute the will

of his friend, the great
Sherlock Holmes,

for which he will have to
disguise himself as

a common London sleuth...