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THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK
HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON

PART ONE

THE MASTER BLACKMAILER

Based on stories by
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

Starring:

Vassily LIVANOV

Vitaly SOLOMIN

Rina ZELENAYA

Cast:

Valentina Panina
Borislav Brondukov

Boris Ryzhukhin

Boris Klyuev

Anatoly Podshivalov
and others

There's one question that
worries me.

It is extremely important,

if I venture to write about
this case.

How did you know he was
poisoned?

Rack of lamb in garlic sauce.

- What lamb?
- In garlic sauce.

That night for dinner

he had lamb in garlic sauce.

I don't understand. What
has lamb got to do with it?

Elementary, Watson. Opium
powder has a specific taste.

Opium powder!

Garlic sauce is a good means to
conceal the odor of opium.

Watson!

There's a very odd death.

Hear this.

Yesterday lord Christopher
Hacksley died suddenly

in his family castle
at age 42.

Death was caused by
heart failure.

The inconsolable widow

found her deceased husband in
his study.

But why do you find that odd?

It's the suddenness, Watson.

A maintenance man came by.

That means, something
needed fixing.

I was right.

These are his footprints, right
next to the gas-bracket.

Where's Mrs. Hudson?

- Mrs. Hudson!
- Morning, gentlemen.

I'm glad to see you healthy
and in good spirits.

Breakfast will be ready in half
an hour.

We owe you 2.5 shillings
for fixing the gas-bracket.

One and a half, Mr. Holmes.

Judging by the time he spent
here,

he earned his honest 2 and
a half shillings.

He was too garrulous.

You think so? I think he was
just a jovial fellow.

Look at the funny faces

he drew on the dusty top
of my secretaire.

This dust, Mr. Holmes, is all
your responsibility.

Why, you won't allow me to
clean your room.

Therefore there's dust all
over the place.

Mrs. Hudson!

If I could, I'd prohibit
cleaning altogether.

To everyone, everywhere,
and at all times!

Your cleaning up,
Mrs. Hudson,

is like chopping off hieroglyphs
off Egyptian stones.

After that Egyptologists would
have nothing else to do.

They would have to deal with

absolutely bare smooth stones,
without a trace of information.

A letter?

Is lies there since last night.

Since yesterday morning, if you
didn't touch the newspapers.

I've come to the conclusion
that you owe your observation

and the rare ability to
construct a chain of deductions

to systematic training
exercises.

You perfect your deduction
method every minute.

I think it is more of a
hereditary thing.

- Were there sleuths in your
family? - No.

My grandmother was the sister
of the French artist Vernier.

You know, Watson, if there's
aristocratism in your blood,

at times it takes on the most
unusual forms.

Why do you think you inherited
this quality?

My brother Mycroft has the same
talent, only developed to a far

greater degree of perfection.
This letter is from him.

At times you shock me with
your arrogance,

and at times - with excessive
modesty.

Neither anyone I know nor the
police have ever heard

of a detective Mycroft
Holmes.

If I say my brother is more
perceptive that I am,

you must trust me.

- Is he younger than you?
- 7 years older.

- Why is he unknown?
- He is popular in his circles.

For instance, in the club
"Diogenes".

What is that club?

The most silent club in London.

It prohibits any chatting
or conversations.

One who breaks the rule,

is immediately excluded.

Mycroft is one of the founding
members.

Every time I go there I find
that the atmosphere is

most appeasing.

I am going there now.
Want to keep me company?

It is a special room for
visitors.

You can talk in here.
My brother Mycroft.

Pleased to meet you, doctor.

Since the day you started
writing my brother's biography,

there's no end to questions
whether I am in any way related

to the famed Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock, I expected to see
you last week

about the case in Manorhouse.

Thought you might be having
difficulties.

We solved it. We've just
come back from there.

- Garlic sauce?
- That's right.

To get rid of the opium odor.

That's what I figured from
the start.

What an interesting character.

The marker?

The man who's talking to the
doorman.

A marker?

Could be.

The right shoulder
is more developed.

The left pocket is smeared
with chalk.

Is easily susceptible to
colds.

Especially in spring.

Single.

- More likely, a widower.
- I agree.

- But not more that 3 years.
- I agree.

- Has a child.
- Children, my boy.

A boy and an older girl.

But wants to get married
again.

Despite his gout.

Well I'll be damned!

Now you see, dear Watson,

Mycroft would have made
a brilliant detective,

if he wouldn't prefer silence
to everything else in the world.

But not even here can one hide
from the gruesome reality.

Sherlock, I wanted to see you
about a very important matter.

Not one soul, except you,
of course,

is to know about this.

Especially the police.

Such was the request of
Lady Eve Brackwell.

- Brackwell?
- Don't strain your memory.

She's hardly known to
anyone yet.

One of the most beautiful
women I've ever met,

she started going out only
this year.

Their wedding with duke
Dovercourt

is planned for next week.

Charming.

However there are several
careless letters -

- That's right, careless, -

that she wrote to one poor
esquire.

The letters were stolen by
a scoundrel.

His name is...

- Charles Augustus Milverton.
- Yes.

These letters are enough to
break the engagement.

Milverton will hand them
over to the duke

if he is not paid a
substantial sum of money.

The monster!

Lady Brackwell doesn't
have the money.

That's why I ask you take up
this case, Sherlock.

Milverton?

The Master Blackmailer.

He abuses people's vices,
mistakes and weaknesses.

He has many victims to his
score.

Do me a favor and take this
case, my boy.

Charles Augustus Milverton.

"I shall pay you a visit at
10 p.m.".

That means, someone had
informed him about our

conversation, even though we
talked at the Silent Club.

Watson!

I wonder what you can say
about that gentleman.

I presume, that was his card.

Correct.

All of London's criminal world
is at his service.

He pays generously.

Once he paid 700 pounds
to a servant

for a note of 2 sentences.

As a result the head of a
family committed suicide

and the whole family was
ruined.

Come in, he's upstairs.

I imagine you must be quite
surprised, Mr. Holmes.

Not at all.

Did the doorman from the
"Diogenes" club tell you?

No, a marker I know.

This gentleman?

My friend and colleague
doctor Watson.

The case of our lady client
is a delicate one...

I have no secrets from
doctor Watson.

Then let's get down to business.

I understand, you are acting
on behalf of Lady Eve?

Has she authorized you to
accept my conditions?

- What are they?
- 7 thousand pounds.

What happens if we say no?

Dear sir, I hate to say this,

but if the money will not be
paid to me on the 14th,

believe me, on the 18th there
will be no wedding.

We will advise Lady Eve to
tell her husband

everything and count on his
magnanimity.

I can see, you don't know
the duke.

There is nothing bad
in those letters.

They're witty, very witty.

The lady wrote beautifully.

But I assure you, the duke won't
appreciate the style.

However, If you insist

that your client will only
benefit if the duke reads the

letters, it would be madness to
pay such a small fortune.

Let's consider the matter closed.

We will do everything possible
to avoid a scandal.

I didn't doubt for a second you
would take exactly this attitude

But we both know Lady Eve
is not rich.

What you say about her
financial situation is true.

But this marriage is a perfect
opportunity for her friends and

family to do something for her.

They will be considering a
a wedding present.

And they need to know that she
will be more happy to get these

letters than all the vases and
chandeliers in London.

Don't you think your
business is immoral?

Not to mention the legal side.
But Christian morality!

Stop preaching, doctor!

Who if not me stands on guard
Of the interests of matrimony?

This belongs to...

But let's not be immodest,

until this note gets into the
hands of the lady's husband.

But as soon as the lady
trades her diamonds

for this trifle, the marriage
will be saved.

Now, remember the abrupt
breaking off of

Miss Miles and Colonel
Dorking?

The "Morning Post" wrote about
it 2 days before the wedding.

And some 1200 pounds could
have saved that marriage.

Not to mention how

unfaithful and stubborn wives

send their trusting husbands
to heaven. When lord Hacksley

learned about the escapades
of his wife...

We read "The Times".

The heart of this young
40-year-old man

couldn't take the blow.
Alas!

And who would be to blame?
Don't tell me It is I.

I still don't understand.

Why ruin people's lives if it
doesn't bring any profit?

You're mistaking there.

I benefit from that kind
of publicity.

I'm handling about 8-10
cases at a time.

If they find out I have severely
punished Lady Eve for instance,

the others will be more
reasonable.

You understand?

Watson!

Let's see what the scoundrel
has in his pockets.

What?!

I have to deal with that kind
of attitude quite often.

No one can do anything to me!

If I have to use the gun,
the law will be on my side.

Besides I'm not that stupid to
carry the letters on me.

I expected something more
original from you,

Mister Holmes!

My dear brother, we've made
2 inexcusable mistakes.

First of all!

Instead of trying to impress
doctor Watson

with our brilliant family
talents,

we should have paid more
attention to the marker.

And second! To speak in a club
where everyone else is silent...

is the same as to shout when
everyone else is speaking.

Exactly!

As a result Milverton made
his move first.

He caught me by surprise,
unarmed,

without any facts or proof.

I'm not used to working that
way. I quit the case.

Are you suggesting that we
try to find the money?

It will be better that way.

And there's no other option?

I don't think so.

I feel sorry for the poor girl.

Don't, Escott!

What has Charlie got to
do with you?

If he gets near you, I'll kill
him like a fly.

I'll shoot his brains out!
And no regrets.

- Escott, you won't do that.
- Sure I will.

Milverton's estate is like an
impregnable fortress.

Gloomy-looking streets,
identical houses...

And all of a sudden amidst
all that - an ancient house!

No!

A castle rather!

It stands in the middle of a
garden, surrounded by a high

wall, cracked from the dry
sun,

a stone wall, overgrown
with moss. It...

I see.

A high stone wall. Go on.

Right. Apart from the wall.

First of all, I saw the man
we had seen earlier.

Second, I bumped into a
sneaky-looking character,

who I think suspected
something...

I'll shoot his brains out!
And no regrets!

Well I'll be damned,
Holmes.

That's not the worst part.

The thing is, I'm engaged.

My fiancée is Milverton's
housemaid.

Her name's Agatha.

A sweet charming girl.

Isn't that going a bit too far?

For her I am a tinsmith.
Name's Escott.

My business is going well.

But what about the girl,
Holmes?!

All we did was walk the dog
and talk.

But now I know Milverton's house
like the palm of my own hand.

I have a lucky rival by the
name of Charlie.

He'll take my place as soon
as I disappear from the scene.

But thank you for the valuable
information. I haven't noticed

the marker.
Look at this, Watson.

An ultimate thief's kit.

Glazier's diamonds, a knife,
and a set of master-keys.

Objects born out of the progress
of civilization.

And here... Look.

Look at this beauty!

A thief's flashlight.

I'm going to rob Milverton.

I always told you

I'd make a good thief.

And I'm grabbing at this
opportunity.

But what if they catch
you and arrest you?

"Holmes in the hands
of Milverton!"

Can't you - Sherlock Holmes -
find another solution?

There is no other solution.

I will commit a crime only in
the eyes of the law. From the

point of view of morality
my actions will be justified.

You're not sure? Why then did
you rush to help me

when I attempted to search the
bastard's pockets.

You were about to hit him
with a chair.

But the risk!
Think about the risk!

A gentleman mustn't mind
the risk,

when a woman is asking
for help.

What if he already handed the
letters over?

No.

He's taking his time.
He thinks I quit the case.

If I won't get the letters
tonight,

tomorrow he's going to ruin
poor Lady Eve Brackwell.

- When do we set off?
- You can't help me here.

Why do you say that?

You're not the only one who
has a feeling of

self-respect and sympathy
for others.

All right.

We spent a long time
living under one roof.

If we're unlucky, we'll share
the prison cell.

- Have you got soft shoes?
- Of course.

My tennis shoes.

What about a mask?

We can cut two out of a
black silk fabric.

Bravo, doctor!

You're a natural born thief!

The papers are in a safe.
The safe is in the study.

The study adjoins the
bedroom.

Just like any staunch
scoundrel, Milverton

sleeps soundly.

Agatha confirmed that.

All goes according to schedule.
It's half past ten.

- It's time to put on the masks.
- No.

We'll put them on when we
climb over the wall.

Get the tools.

It's Nora.

Don't be afraid of her.

We love vanilla rusks.

Nora, here's some more!

Jump, Watson.

Now that she recognized me,

we can put on the masks.

This is the door of
the study.

Bad luck, it's bolted.

Let's try the back door.

There's a greenhouse that
leads to the drawing-room.

God dammit! I cut my finger.

Welcome!

It saw us.

The parrot.

Throw a handkerchief
over it.

- The garden door is open.
- Strange.

Let's not waste time.

Watson!

Wipe that away! Quick!

- You have a handkerchief?
- I left it with the parrot.

Here, take mine.

I shall be in my study!

Come in. It's open.

You're half an hour late.

I hope I will be rewarded
for the inconvenience?

Couldn't you come earlier?

Well, I can see you couldn't.

So you say, the countess
mistreated you?

Now you have a chance to get
even with her.

Haven't you?

What's with you, young lady?
You're trembling!

Calm down.

That's better.

Now lets get down to business.

You said you have 5 letters

that compromise your
mistress.

You want to sell them,
I want to buy.

All we have to do is agree
about the price.

But I have to see the
letters first.

My God! It's you?!

Yes, its me.

The poor woman that you
have ruined.

You were stubborn.

You shouldn't have let
matters get out of hand.

I assure you, if there's no
need, I won't hurt a fly.

But everyone earns his bread in
his own way.

What was left to do?
I named the price.

You could afford it.

But you didn't want to pay!

And then you sent the letters
to my husband.

His heart wasn't strong
enough for that.

He died.

The noblest of men passed
away.

You remember the night when
in this very room

I stood on my knees begging you
to have mercy on me?

But you only laughed
in my face.

Just as you're laughing now.
Only your lips are quivering.

Coward!

You thought you would never
see me again?

But I knew the way.

You don't think you scare me,
do you?

All I have to do is call my
servants and throw you out.

But I shall be lenient towards
the angry lady.

Your anger becomes you!

Just leave.

And let's forget the whole
story.

I won't let you destroy any
more lives,

torment any more hearts.

I shall save the world from
the venomous viper.

He's dead.

Stop!

Drop your gun!

I got you!

God dammit!

Here! They're here!

Where's your shoe,
Watson?

Apparently, same place as
your handkerchief.

The police have them.

Did your handkerchief
have your initials on it?

Luckily, no.

Lets hope, everything will
end well.

The main thing is that lady Eve
is safe now.

I wasn't too careful either.

There's my blood on the
greenhouse door.

The police to see you,
gentlemen.

Hello, Mr. Holmes.
Doctor.

Good morning, inspector.

I would like to ask...

- You're not too busy right now?
- Not too busy.

Please sit down.

Thank you, I prefer to stand.

- Sit down, inspector.
- I won't keep you long.

Mr. Holmes, something very
unusual

happened in Hampstead
this night.

Unusual indeed, because
one crime

seemed to have overlapped
with another.

Tell me what happened.

I know you like cases like
this one.

I'm sure you do.

A murder without any traces
of theft.

- I'm sure you're interested.
- Yes and no.

- Depends on the details.
- The details are perfect!

A dramatic murder with
all the ensuing details.

- Very interesting...
- Go on, inspector.

I would be much obliged,

if you would personally go to
Appledor Towers.

We've been keeping the deceased
under surveillance for some time

and I must say, he was a
real bastard.

In his safe he kept papers

that he used for
blackmailing people.

But after he was murdered all
the papers were burned to ashes.

Not a single valuable was
stolen.

This tells me

that the criminals were people
of a high social status.

- There were several?
- Two.

We have evidence.

Blood on the glass door, a
tennis shoe, footprints,

a handkerchief.

That's evidence all right.

Yes! We nearly caught
them.

But the first one was agile,
And the gardener caught

the second one, but he got away
leaving only his shoe.

He was a man of average
height,

sturdily-built, with a
broad face,

red moustache, and wearing
a mask.

Such a general description
could fit anyone.

Even Watson.

- You flatter me, inspector.
- Yes, exactly.

I'm afraid I won't be able to
help you, inspector.

First of all, I am very busy
right now.

Secondly, you have enough
evidence.

And most importantly, I knew
this man Milverton.

He was one of the slimiest
bastards in London.

Let's hope he has been punished
according to his deeds.

I won't take this case.

Well, it is up to you,
Mr. Holmes.

But if I have any questions,
I'll come to you for advise.

I'll be happy to help
you out.

Good-bye, Mr. Holmes.

Well I'll be damned!

What the dickens devil!

I solve crimes all my life,

and I fail to cover my own
tracks.

Mr. Holmes, there's a letter
for you.

Thank you.

"Dear limb of the law!

You've overstepped the limit.
Beware! M."

Lestrade is not a fool
after all.

This note is his work.

He must have noticed the
shoe in the fireplace too.

Yes!

We're up to our ears in this.

The story is just beginning,

and Lestrade has nothing
to do with it.

Where's this year's reference
book "All London"?

- Letter "M"?
- No, letter "H".

Lord Christopher Hacksley.

Look up his address.

I didn't call the police.

We're not from Scotland Yard.
We are private detectives.

Thank god, my husband
died his own death.

I am in no need of private
detectives either.

I'll get down to business.

This morning me and my friend
Doctor Watson

received a letter, the content
of which will hardly

interest you, however you may
recognize the signature.

It is the letter "M" made
of four crossed swords.

Is this monogram familiar
to you?

I'm afraid I don't understand.

You see, m'lady, there are many
rogues in London,

who are interested in
aristocratic families.

Our aim is to protect you
from blackmail.

I never saw this monogram
before.

Are you sure?

I'm sure you are wasting
your time.

I've forgotten

what an ordinary London
postman looks like.

Your mail delivery gets on
my nerves, gentlemen.

Either it's brought here
by some ragamuffins,

or flies into the window with
a stone,

and the next time your brother
Mycroft sends a telegram with

a messenger looking like he was
straight from Buckingham

Palace. In the morning some
kind of a hairy monster

slipped a note under the door.

And a moment before
you arrived

a man rushed in, barked out
something unintelligible,

threw an envelope at me
and ran away.

- Where's the envelope?
- It's in the hall.

I think there's a bomb
in there.

I've long given up Mr. Holmes
as hopeless. But you, doctor!

A lady! A true lady in
everything she does.

This is what I asked her for.

And she sent it with
god knows who.

What a woman!
What self-possession!

What common sense!

- Some kind of hieroglyphs.
- That's wonderful, Watson.

We will have to decipher
them.

And let all British
Egyptologists be envious of me!

Scriptwriter:
Vladimir Valutsky

Director:
Igor Maslennikov

D.O.P.: Yuri Veksler,
Anatoly Lapshov

Production designer:
Mark Kaplan

Music composed by:
Vladimir Dashkevich

End of Part One

In Part Two

The Famous detective Sherlock Holmes
and his friend doctor Watson

experience the power and
insidious nature

of the man, whose identity is
concealed behind the letter "M".

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