All language subtitles for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - S02E04 - The Resident Patient

Sutton,

Sutton,

Sutton, help me.

Help me, Sutton.

Please help.

Help.

Help me, Sutton.

Sutton, help.

Don't let them take me,
Sutton.

Help me, Sutton,

Sutton.

Don't let them take me Sutton.
Help me.

Help me, Sutton.

Sutton, help.

Please help, help!

Help me!

Help me, Sutton!

Sutton,

Sutton, Sutton help.

Help me!

Sutton, Sutton!

Mustn't take it so badly, Holmes.

What?

Well I know it's inconvenient but you
really mustn't let it affect you like this.

Whatever do you mean?

You are sitting there boiling
with indignation

because you have been forced to
leave the warmth and comfort of 221 B

by the order of Mrs. Hudson's
spring cleaning.

My dear Watson however
did you deduce that?

By simply applying
your methods Holmes.

Indeed?

You'll agree that you are not here
for either a shave or a haircut.

That is true.
How did you know?

Because you invariably shave
yourself

and you are patently not due for
a haircut for another two weeks.

Correct.

And you left our rooms
in some haste.

You are without either
your gloves or your cane.

Go on.

Well, I know that Mrs. Hudson's
been trying to complete

her spring cleaning all day.

Now, you have been sitting there
frowning,

eyes tightly closed,

grinding your teeth,
and all the time your fingers

have been drumming like pistons
on the arm of that chair.

So given all this at once even
I cannot fail to deduce

that you are have quarreled
with our good housekeeper

and sought refuge in the sanity
of the barbershop.

You cannot deny that I am right.

Ah, Watson you could not be
further from the truth.

I am here to get our good barber's
advice as to the specimen of hair

found at the scene of a bloody
misadventure last Tuesday in Deptford.

Oh, come along Holmes.
You're worried about something.

What you perceived as agitation
was indeed most

intense tranquil enjoyment.

My eyes were closed because I was
trying to recall as vividly as I could

the concert that
we attended last night.

You were grinding your teeth.

That is because
I made a slight error

in my recollection of
Joachim's fingering in his cadenza

in the third movement of
the Beethoven Violin Concerto.

Nevertheless there is an element
of truth in what you say.

Ah.

A doctor's.

A general practitioner's
I perceive.

Not been long in practice
or had much to do.

Come to consult us I fancy.

Lucky, we came back.

Ah, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you Mrs. Hudson.

Doctor,

this is my friend and
colleague Dr. Watson.

Pray resume your seat
and tell me how I may serve you.

Well, I am indeed a doctor

and my name is Percy Trevelyan and
I live at number 403 Brook Street.

Aren't you the author of a monograph
upon obscure nervous lesions?

Yes, but I so seldom hear of
the work I thought it quite dead.

By no means.

My publishers have given me a most

discouraging account of its sales.

You are yourself a medical man?

Retired army surgeon.

My hobby has always been
the study of nervous disease.

I should of course like to make it
an absolute specialty

but a man must take
what he can get first.

However, this is
beside the question

and I do appreciate, Mr. Holmes.

The fact is

that a singular train of events has occurred
recently at my house in Brook Street

and tonight they came to such a head

that I felt it was impossible to
wait another hour

before asking for your advice
and your assistance.

You are very welcome to both.

Let me have a detailed account of the
circumstances which have disturbed you.

Well one or two of them
are so trivial

that I am almost
ashamed to mention them.

But the matter is so inexplicable

and the recent turn
it has taken so elaborate

that I shall lay it all before you
and you shall judge

what is essential
and what is not.

I am a London University man

and I am not unduly singing
my praises when I say

I was a very promising student.

And it was thought a distinguished
career lay before me.

However, there was
one great stumbling block.

Money?

Indeed doctor, money.

I needed capital not only to
practice

but also to get out of the scrawled
rooms I was forced to rent.

I could not expect
my patients to trust me

if I could not afford
the proper equipment.

Yes, I've seen it happen to
too many of us.

I myself was obliged to go into
the army in order to follow my career.

Indeed.

I had thought of
abandoning my own career

except for one sudden and
unexpected incident.

Exactly what kind of incident?

One morning, two years ago,

I received a visit from a man
by the name of Blessington

who until that time had been
a complete stranger to me.

Come in!

Good heavens,
do you live here, in this?

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

You are the same Percy Trevelyan
who's had so distinguished a career,

recently won the Slater award
for medicine?

I am.

Then answer me frankly sir,

and you'll find it
in your interest to do so.

Despite your present
financial situation,

you clearly have all the cleverness
that makes a successful man.

But have you the tact?

I trust that I have my share, sir.

Any bad habits?
Not drawn toward drink?

Now really sir.

Quite right, quite right.

But I was bound to ask.

Why?

Why sir?

Simply why with all these qualities
are you not in practice?

Come now it's that old story more
in the brains than in the pocket hey?

Now sir, what would say sir, if I
were to start you in Brook Street?

If a specialist is to succeed
he must aim high and

a practice in Brook Street is
just the beginning.

Capital, keep yourself in style,

the hire of respectable
carriage and horse,

surgery that's worthy of you,
waiting room, servants

and the best equipment that
money can buy.

That is what you will have sir.

But why?

It's just like any other investment,
safer than most.

And what am I to do?

I'll tell you.

I will take the house, furnish it, pay
the maids and run the whole place.

All you have to do is to wear out
the chair in your consulting room.

Then you hand over to me
three quarters of everything you earn

and keep one quarter for yourself.

Now what do you say to that sir?

Do YOU agree?

This then, Mr. Holmes
was, the strange proposal

with which Mr. Blessington
approached me.

I will not weary you with how we
bargained and negotiated.

But it ended with my moving into
the house next quarter

and starting in practice on
very much the same conditions

as he had suggested.

Waiting room for your patients.

Your consulting room.

I can't believe it
Mr. Blessington,

nor can I thank you enough.

He turned the two best rooms
on the first floor

into a sitting room
and a bedroom for himself

and came to live with me in
the character of a resident patient.

His heart was weak
but not abnormal.

And yet he demanded
constant medical supervision.

He was a man of singular habits,

shunning company and very seldom
going out except in one respect.

Every evening at the same time

he would go for a walk
for half an hour exactly

no matter what the weather.

And every evening at
the same hour

he would walk into
the consulting room.

He would then
examine the books,

put down five crumpets
for every guinea I had earned

and then carried the rest off to
the strong box in his own room.

I may say with confidence
Mr. Holmes

that he never had occasion to
regret his speculation.

From the first it was a success

and during the last two years
I have made him a rich man.

So much Mr. Holmes,
for my past history

and my relations with the
resident patient Mr. Blessington.

It only remains
for me now to tell you

what has occurred
to bring me here tonight.

Some weeks ago
Mr. Blessington came down to me in

as it seemed to me
a considerable state of agitation.

Dr. Trevelyan, Dr. Trevelyan,

Dr. Trevelyan, Dr. Trevelyan,

Dr. Trevelyan, Dr. Trevelyan sir.

Mr. Blessington calm yourself, sir.

Calm myself? Calm myself?

But my dear sir,
have you not heard of the burglary?

Burglary? Where?

No, no, no not here sir,
not here,

but it could have been.

It could have been...

Within a week, the whole house
had become a fortress of bolts

and bars and locks.

Are you sure
these bars are strong enough?

They'd be strong enough
for the bank of England, sir.

Mr. Blessington?

When I questioned him
upon the point

he became so offensive that I was
compelled to drop the subject.

At first, Mr. Holmes, I thought he
merely sought to protect his strong box,

but then,

I suspected that it was his life
he was protecting.

From then on he stopped
going out all together,

peered continually out of
his windows

and kept himself locked in
his room in what

I could only describe
as a state of mortal dread.

Dr. Trevelyan,
before you continue,

you say you found this man
Blessington

prostrate on his bed clutching
a newspaper?

More precisely,

the remains of a newspaper
for he had torn it to shreds.

Torn to shreds.

Do you recall the contents
of this newspaper at all?

No, I'm afraid not even if
I'd known what I was looking for.

When was this?

It was some weeks ago,
the beginning of May I think.

Gradually as time passed
his fears appeared to die away

and he renewed his former habits.

Good evening Dr. Trevelyan.
Wonderful evening outside.

I'm beginning to enjoy
my walks again.

And then suddenly

a fresh event reduced him to the pitiable
state of prostration in which he now lies.

What happened was
yesterday I received this letter

from a Russian nobleman
now resident in England

who suffers from catalepsy.

In it he announces
his intention of visiting me

for a consultation this very evening
at a quarter past six.

Because of the chief difficulty
in the study of catalepsy

is the rareness of the disease.

You may believe that
at the appointed hour

I was eager to receive the patient.

Good evening gentlemen.

I'm Dr. Trevelyan and it was you sir.
I assume who wrote to me?

My father speaks
very little English, Doctor.

So I trust you will excuse
my coming in with him

as his health is a matter of the most
overwhelming importance to me.

Yes, I respect that sir.

Fenton.

Perhaps you would like to join us
for the consultation?

Nyet, nyet,
not for all of the world.

It is more painful to me than
I can express.

If I were to see my father
in one of those dreadful seizures

I am convinced
I would never survive it.

My own nervous system is
an exceptionally sensitive one.

With your permission I will remain
in your waiting room

while you go into my father's case.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you, Fenton.

Now sir,

I hope you will forgive me
if I ask you a few basic questions.

First,
can you tell me your age?

Sixty-seven.

And apart from catalepsy, would you
say you are physically sound?

Normally do you have good health?

Um, no headaches?

Abdominal pain?

Any pain at all?

No.

Good.

Naturally I will examine you thoroughly
but this is merely a preliminary.

Do you smoke cigars?

Yes.

Do you drink alcohol?

Vodka.

Vodka? I see.

Every day?

My God! I didn't expect-

My first feeling
was one of pity and horror.

My second I fear was rather
one of professional satisfaction.

There was nothing markedly abnormal
in his condition

which had harmonized
with my former experiences.

I had obtained good results
in such cases.

By the inhalation of nitrite of Alma

and the present seemed an admirable
opportunity of testing its virtues.

Now sir, I believe you can hear me.

I should be back
directly rest assured.

Fenton,

Fenton!

Fenton immediately.

Fenton, the two gentlemen, you
showed in less than 15 minutes ago,

did you see them leave?

Leave, no sir.

Are you sure?

I'm positive sir.

Good evening, Dr. Trevelyan.

Good evening, Mr. Blessington.
And how was your walk today?

A little rain but very amiable
my good sir. Very amiable.

Did you hear them leave?

No, sir.
I was nowhere near the hall.

Well you should have been.
That is your duty.

Now I know you are new here
but you should know by now.

Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor!

Someone has been in my room.

No one has been in your room sir.

A lie!
You're lying to me.

I assure you I am not.

Fenton, have you been in
Mr. Blessington's room?

Of course, I haven't.

There you are, you see.

Then come up
and see for yourself.

Now sir.

Look at those.

Are you telling me that
they're mine?

Well at first glance, they do
appear to be too large for you.

Of course, they're not mine.

I always remove my galoshes
at the front door.

Has anything been stolen?

No, but that's not the point.

Nothing has been stolen?

My privacy has been invaded by
a stranger, is that not enough?

Mr. Blessington?

Mr. Blessington?

Leave me alone,
go away and leave me alone.

Surely there's something
I can do to help.

Shall I call the police?

No... Not those buglers.

There's only one person
who can help me now.

And that is why I am here.

But I must apologize for
such a trivial reason.

A thief that doesn't steal.

Did he ask for me by name?

Oh, yes.

Then let us be on our way.

Thank you.

This way?

Stay where you are.
I have a pistol

and I give you my word
I will shoot if you come any nearer.

Mr. Blessington
this is outrageous sir!

Do you not recognize me?

Is that you, Doctor?

Yes, of course it is me.

The other two gentlemen,
are they what they pretend to be?

They are Mr. Sherlock Holmes
and his friend Dr. Watson.

Good God Mr. Blessington, it was
you that asked me to fetch them.

Yes,

yes, yes, forgive me!

Forgive me!

Gentlemen, do come up.

I'm sorry if my precautions
have annoyed you.

Good evening Mr. Holmes.

I'm sure I'm very much obliged
to you for coming around.

No one has ever needed
your advice more than I, no one.

I expect Dr. Trevelyan has told you

of this unwarrantable intrusion
into my rooms.

My sir, Mr. Blessington,
who are these two men?

Which two men,
I don't know them.

Then why do they
wish to molest you?

Molest me?

You could hardly expect me
to answer that.

You mean that you don't know?

Come in here, please.

Just have the kindness to
step in here!

I've never been a rich man,
Mr. Holmes.

I've never made
but one investment in my life,

Dr. Trevelyan will tell you that.

But I don't believe in
bankers sir.

Never trust a banker
Mr. Holmes, never.

It's between ourselves.

What little I have
is here in this strong box.

So you can understand
what it means to me

when unknown people force
themselves into my rooms.

Mr. Blessington.

I cannot possibly advise you
if you try to deceive me.

Deceive you?
But I've told you everything.

Good night, Dr. Trevelyan.

Mr. Holmes,

no advice for me?

My advice to you is
to speak the truth.

Holmes.

Cab!

Holmes.

I can read in a man's eyes

when it's his own skin that
he's frightened of.

Yes, But why
did you call him a liar?

Because I am certain that
he does know who these men are.

Cab!

A young Russian penetrated to
Blessington's rooms

while his confederate kept the
doctor from interfering.

And of course catalepsy is
a very easy complaint to imitate.

Yes, I know I've done it myself.

Holmes?

Might there be one alternative.

Grotesquely improbably no doubt
but still just conceivable.

Might the whole story of

the cataleptic Russian and son
be a concoction of Dr. Trevelyan

who for his own purposes
has been in Blessington's room?

But did you see the footprints
on the stair carpet?

They were square toed,

quite unlike Blessington's
which are round

and an inch and a third longer
than Dr. Trevelyan's.

I think we can sleep on this,
Watson.

But I should be surprised it we do not
hear from Brook Street in the morning.

Good night.

Night, old fellow.

Morning Doctor.
Your tea is here.

Thank you, Nora.

Mr. Blessington,
your breakfast tea.

Mr. Blessington?

Watson...

Get dressed quickly.
There's a cab waiting for us.

Why?
What's the matter?

The Brook Street business.

Any fresh news?

For God's sake,
come at once, P. Trevelyan.

Oh, Mr. Holmes
I'm so glad you could come.

What has happened?

Mr. Blessington
has committed suicide.

Suicide?

Yes, he hung himself
during the night.

Has the body been touched?

No.

Where's the page?

Nowhere to be found.

Good morning, inspector.

Mr. Holmes,
delighted to see you.

Now please take a look.

We were just about to
take him down.

Right, inspector.

Stretcher.

That'll be all.

Have heard of the events
leading up to this affair?

Yes, Dr. Trevelyan has told me
something of them.

And have you formed an opinion?

Now as far as I can see,

the man was driven
out of his senses by fright.

The bed has been well slept in.

There was his impression
deep enough for all to see.

It is about 5:00 in the morning.

You know that suicides are
most common.

That would be about the time
that he hanged himself.

It seems to be
a very deliberate affair.

Yes, from the rigidity of the limbs

I'd say he'd been dead
about three hours.

Thank you Watson.

Notice anything
peculiar about the room.

There was a screwdriver on
the masterpiece

and he seems to have
smoked heavily during the night.

I found these in the fireplace.

Have you his cigar holder?

No, I haven't seen one.

His cigar case then?

Yes, it was in his coat pocket.

This is Havana.

And these others are
the cigars of a peculiar sort

which is imported by the Dutch
from the East Indian colonies.

They're usually wrapped in straw
you know

and are thinner for their length
than any other brand.

I don't suppose you've read
monograph on cigars and cigar action?

Well I, um...

No, of course not. Thank you.

These have been smoked
with a holder

and these without.

These have been cut by
a not very sharp knife

and these have had
their ends bitten off by

a set of very excellent teeth.

There were three men here
last night.

Good heavens,

but nothing was stolen.
So what were they doing here?

That is what we have to find out.

How did they get in?

The same way we did through
the front door.

But the door was barred
in the morning.

Then it was barred after they left.

Well how do you know that?

I saw their traces.

If you would just give me
a few moments Inspector,

I may be able to give you
some further information.

Don't move Watson.

The actual facts are very simple.

And I shall be surprised if,
by the afternoon,

I cannot give you
the reasons for them as well.

But Holmes, can't you tell us
anything now?

There is no doubt as to
the sequence of events.

The three of them in it.

A young man, an old man
and a third

to whose identity
I have no clue.

The first two I need hardly remark

are the same who masqueraded
as the Russian Count and his son.

So we can give a very good description
of them, can we not Dr. Trevelyan?

They were admitted by
a confederate inside the house.

They entered the hall.

The older man first,
the younger man second

and the unknown man in the rear.

They ascended the stairs.

With the help of a wire
they forced the key.

Even without the lens

you can see where
the pressure has been applied.

On entering the room,

the first proceeding must have
been to gag Mr. Blessington.

Having secured Blessington,
it is evident to me.

That a consultation of
some sort was held.

Probably in the nature of
a judicial proceeding.

It must have lasted for some time for
it was then that the cigars were smoked.

It was there that the older
man sat

in the wicker chair.

It was he who used
the cigar holder.

The younger man sat there.

He knocked his ash off
against the chest of drawers.

The unknown fellow paced
up and down.

Blessington I think
sat upright in the bed,

but of that I cannot be
absolutely certain.

It ended of course
by them taking Blessington...

Now this matter was
so prearranged

that it is my belief
that they brought with them

some sort of block or pulley
to serve as a gallows.

Oh, yes, as gallows, Inspector.

This was a revenge ritual.

Well an extraordinary story.
But what proof?

I'll have it before the day is out.

You haven't explained about
the screws and the screwdriver.

Oh, that was to fix up
the block or pulley.

But when they saw
the chandelier hook

they naturally
saved themselves the trouble.

Now Inspector. I suggest

that you immediately make inquiries
about the page and arrest him.

Certainly, Mr. Holmes.

I will be back here
a little before 3:00.

Good day.

I dare say Mrs. Hudson will be a little
put out when she sees all this.

What are you looking for?

Worthingdon, W,

Worthingdon, March 1880.
I'm sure.

March '80,

'80,

January,

February,

March.

Any good?

Watson...

Blessington or Sutton as
he was known then.

Mrs. Hudson.

Your little boat is coming along
beautifully Doctor.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
I... must run.

Ah, thank you.

Dr. Trevelyan.
Any news Inspector?

Yes, sir we've got the page drinking
his earnings two streets away.

But I got the man.

You've got them?

Or at least
I've got their identity.

The Worthingdon Bank Gang?

Precisely.

Well then Blessington must
have been Sutton.

Exactly.

That makes it clear as crystal.

Not to me I'm afraid.

Dr. Watson would you, uh...

You may have heard of the great
Worthingdon bank affair?

There were five men in it.
The three who were in this room,

a fourth named Cartwright

and Blessington.

Alright, let's be gone.

It's a hanging job now.

Only if someone squeals.

That's him.

Are you positive?

Oh, yes, that's him.

Sutton! Sutton, you're dead.

Sutton...

Sutton, you're dead.

Don't worry Mr. Sutton,
it's a hanging job now.

Sutton, you hear.

Sutton or Blessington

who was the worst
of the gang turned informer.

On his evidence
Cartwright was hanged

and the other three
got 15 years apiece.

Biddle, Hayward and Moffat

were released from prison
just a few weeks ago.

Which was several years
before their full term.

It was news of their release

which caused Blessington to panic
and have this house secured.

So it was not the fear
burglary that had frightened him?

No, no, that was a mere blind.

And so setting me up in practice

was an elaborate charade to
protect himself.

Well why could
he not tell you this?

He was trying to hide
his own identity

from everybody for
as long as he could.

His secret was shameful and he
couldn't bring himself to divulge it.

However, wretch as he was

he was still living under
the shield of British law.

And I have no doubt Inspector
that we shall see

that though that shield may
fail to guard,

the sword of justice is still
there to avenge.

In spite of the efforts of
Sherlock Holmes

the three murderers of
Blessington

eluded the police and
fled the country

aboard a ship
bound for Portugal.

It was a few weeks later that we
learned that the ship, the Nora Crainer

had sunk with all hands upon
the Portuguese Coast

some leagues to the north of
a porter.

Holmes.

What's wrong?

Well it's just that I was going to
spend the day writing

the case of Dr. Trevelyan
while the facts are still fresh.

Oh, you mean...

Oh, I understand.

Thanks awfully.

It's just that it is difficult to
concentrate otherwise.

What will you entitle
this particular account?

I didn't know you were
interested in my writing.

I am always interested
in your choice of titles.

Well I thought I would call it
the Brook Street Mystery.

No?

Well I myself would prefer
The Resident Patient,

but please,
do not let me influence you.

The Brook Street Mystery
no doubt would suffice.