All language subtitles for 01. The Empty House

In 1891 the
Reichenbach Falls

near Marlington
in Switzerland,

Sherlock Holmes
finally closed his

account with
Professor Moriarty,

the most
dangerous criminal
of his generation.

The two men were alone
in that dreadful place

but the outcome
of their struggle

was obvious to a
trained observer.

Holmes had achieved
the destruction

of his archenemy,

only at the cost
of his own life.

It is now three
long years

since my dear friend
plunged to his death.

There deep down under
the swirling water

the infamous
Professor Moriarty

and the foremost champion
of law of his generation

will lie together
for all time.

Even now,

there is hardly a
corner of London

that does not remind
me of my old friend.

I never walk down
Baker Street

where we shared rooms

for so many eventful years

without it reminding me

only too keenly
of the past

and the loss of one
I shall ever regard

as the best and wisest
man I have ever known.

I retained a keen interest

in criminal matters

and supplemented
my meager practice

by working as a
police surgeon.

It was in the early
spring of 1894

that I was called out
early in the morning

to an appointment
in the west end.

Good morning Constable.

Good morning Doctor.

Inspector Lestrade
is waiting for you,

first floor sir.

Thank you.

Inspector?

Early call I'm
afraid Doctor.

I'm glad to see you.

The Honorable
Ronald Adair.

Not there sir
if you please.

I'm sorry.

Age twenty-three,

the second son

of the Earl and
Countess of Maynooth,

father is governor
of one of the
Australian colonies,

mother in London
for the winter,

son and daughter

are living in this
house with him.

Suicide?

No.

No weapon.

Oh uh, this.

This found on the floor
beside the corpse.

It's one of those soft
nose revolver bullets,

horrible things.

Must have gone
right through

the poor fellows head.

It's unusual, isn't it,

for a pistol to
have such velocity?

More like a rifle.

Yes.

Well it's murder
then Inspector.

Oh yes.

Any idea who it was?

No.

It's early days yet

but this one looks to me

as if it could
turn out to be

a bit of a puzzle.

Well presumably he was

sitting in that chair.

I suppose counting
that money.

Oh the murderer
doesn't appear

to have been a thief.

Adair had spent
the evening

playing cards at his club.

Time for one last hand?

Oh yes indeed.

Now we can get
our revenge.

Thank you.

Now Ronald,
what's the damage?

Ronald?

Ronald?

Ronald?

I don't think Ronald

couldn't have
gone out again.

No my lady.

I heard him come home
at about half past ten.

And he hasn't
gone out again,

that I'm sure.

Mr. Ronald?

Mr. Ronald sir.

Let's break it
down my lady.

From the condition
of the body

death was instantaneous.

I suppose the murderer

came in through
the window.

The window was open.

Same spot of
the matter is

there are no signs
of any intruder,

nothing, inside or out.

I wouldn't like to
climb up here at night.

It must have
been a monkey.

As you say Doctor,
an impossibility.

Looks like the
murderer had wings.

Sort of case that
would have interested

our old friend Mr.
Sherlock Holmes.

Yes indeed.

What a loss he is Doctor.

I didn't always
approve of his methods

but he was the best
amateur there was

or ever likely to be.

There were times when

he even got the
better of me.

All right, Inspector,

if you arrange
for our friend

to be brought
down the mortuary

I'll conduct an
autopsy this afternoon.

Yes indeed Doctor.

See you at the inquest.

Till then.

Doctor Watson,

you are a
police surgeon?

Yes sir.

You examined
the deceased,

Ronald Frances Adair,

who is the subject
of this inquest

and later conducted

a postmortem
on the corpse?

I did sir.

Prey what are
your findings?

Well death occurred

as the result of
a bullet wound

from a point
four-five revolver.

Dr. Watson?

I beg you to keep to fact.

My business is
to establish

the facts of this case.

I'm sorry sir.

I don't understand.

You say that the bullet

came from a point
four-five revolver

that is pure speculation
on your part.

It is not your business
to start guessing

at the type
of weapon used.

That is a subject
for the police.

I'm sorry sir.

Prey continue.

Death occurred as the
result of a wound

from a soft-nosed
lead bullet.

The bullet
penetrated the skull

above the left eye,

traversing the
left frontal lobe

through the cerebellum

and then exited
from the skull

at the back of the head

by the left occipital
parietal suture.

Your opinion,

when did death
take place?

Oh it would have
been instantaneous.

Have you any idea

how far this
bullet had traveled

before it
entered the body?

I cannot be sure

but it would
certainly be

more than four
or five feet.

Time of death?

Death occurred between
10:30 and 11:30

post meridian on the
twentieth of this month.

Thank you Doctor...

Watson.

Ronald Adair and I
played cricket together.

He was a first-class bat,

pretty effective
leg spinner.

A good sportsmen, in fact?

Absolutely first
class sportsman sir.

Straight as a dime.

One of the most
popular fellows I know.

Thank you Mr. Murray.

Sir John Harvey.

I was Ronald
Adair's godfather

and a trustee
of the estate.

Of course the family's
absolutely devastated

by this appalling
tragedy.

I put the boy up for
the Bagatelle Cup

as a matter of fact.

He always he enjoyed
the game of cards.

Win or lose?

Would that
affect Mr. Adair

in any way, Sir John?

Lord no, not in the least.

He never paid
such high stakes

that could affect
him at all.

The family fortune

is a very
considerable one.

Thank you Sir John.

You have been
a great help

and may I say that
evidence from such

a distinguished
person, as yourself,

is greatly valued
by the court.

Colonel Moran.

You were the last person

known to of
seen Mr. Adair.

Did you know him well?

I wouldn't say that I
knew Ronald Adair well.

I knew his father, Lord
Maynooth, very well.

We used to play

polo together in India

but Ronald.

I've seen quite a good
bit in the dark clubs

over the past few months

we played cards together

from time to time.

Oh charming boy.

Good manners, intelligent.

Matter of fact,

he's just the stamp
of a young fellow

I'd like to see joining
my old regiment.

Did you notice anything
unusual about him?

Did he seem
worried or upset

on the last evening
you saw him?

Not in the least.

Quite the
opposite in fact.

Have you any idea why

someone should choose
to murder him?

No idea at all.

I doubt if he had an
enemy in the world.

Thank you Colonel Moran.

Inspector Lestrade

would you give
me your opinion

as to the cause of the

Honorable Ronald
Adair's death?

Yes sir.

Willful murder by person

or persons unknown.

Cab.

Willful murder by person

or persons unknown.

Yes?

A gentleman to
see you Doctor.

Is it an urgent matter?

I don't know Doctor.

Well did he give
you his card?

No Doctor.

Ivy if I've told you once

I've told you
hundred times,

my consulting hours are

plainly displayed outside.

Now please...

Oh sir.

Doctor Watson?

Yes indeed sir.

You may go lvy.

I am exceedingly busy sir.

Oh of course
you are Doctor.

Of course you are a man of

considerable
responsibilities

but I heard you
give your address

to that cab driver
outside the courtroom.

I said to myself

I'll just hobble around

and see that
Kind gentlemen,

I have a conscious.

I felt a little
gruff in my manner

I meant no harm by it

I'm much obliged to him

for helping me
pick up my books.

You make too much
of a trifle sir.

You should have spared
yourself the journey.

Now if you'll excuse me.

No great journey sir.

I am a neighbor of yours.

You will find my
little bookshop

on the corner of
Church Street.

I'm very happy
to see you

and I'm sure that...

perhaps... you collect...

I have British Birds

quite a rare volume
of The Holy War

bargains every one.

Just the books you need

to fill up your bookcase.

Give it a little weight.

It does look
untidy, does it not?

Watson, do you mind
if I smoke a cigarette

in your consulting room?

A thousand apologies
my dear Watson.

I had no idea that you
would be so affected.

Holmes!

Is it really you?

Can it really be
that you're alive?

But are you really fit
enough to discuss things?

I have given you
a serious shock

by my unnecessarily
dramatic reappearance.

No, No, No,

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

But indeed, Holmes,

I can hardly
believe my eyes.

Good heavens, to
think that you

you of all men-

should be here in
my consulting room.

Well you're not a
spirit at least.

My dear chap,

I'm overjoyed to see you.

Sit down, sit down

and tell me how
you came alive

out of that awful chasm.

Oh I'm glad to
stretch myself.

It's no joke
when a tall man

has to take a foot
off his stature

for several
hours on end.

Now, my dear fellow,

we have a hard
and dangerous

night's work ahead of us.

Perhaps it would be better

if I gave you an account
of the whole situation

when that work
is finished.

No, no, no.

I'm full of curiosity.

I should much
prefer to hear now.

But you will come
with me tonight?

When you like,

where you like.

Ha!

Watson.

This is just like
the old days.

We might have a chance
for a mouthful of dinner

before we need go.

Dinner of course

but first you must
tell me everything.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Well then...

about that chasm.

I had no serious
difficulty

in getting out of it,

for the very
simple reason

that I was never in it.

You were never in it?

No, Watson.

I never was in it.

The note that I
left on the rock

at the Reichenbach Falls

was absolutely genuine.

I had little doubt

that my career
had come to an end

when I perceived the
somewhat sinister
figure of Moriarty

standing upon the
narrow pathway

that led to safety.

I read an inexorable
purpose in his gray eyes.

I managed to obtain his
courteous permission

to write the note,

which you
afterwards received.

It has remained my
treasured possession.

It was a few months later

that I read with
great interest

your description
of my death.

It was excellently done,

the most picturesque

and exciting
piece of fiction.

Well I'm certainly glad

from the bottom
of my heart

that it was fiction,

but what did
really happen?

When I reached the ledge

I stood at bay.

He drew no weapon,

but rushed at me

and threw his long
arms around me.

He knew that
his game was up.

He was only anxious to
revenge himself upon me.

I have, however, some
knowledge of baritsu,

or the Japanese
system of wrestling,

which has on more
than one occasion,

been very useful to me.

My God.

But... but how did you get
away from that place?

It was not a
pleasant business.

Even as Professor
Moriarty

disappeared into
oblivion it struck me

what an extraordinary
lucky chance

Fate had placed
in my way.

I knew that at least

one of Moriarty's henchmen

would seek my demise now.

With even keener
determination

to revenge
their dead leader

but if I could
convince the world

that I too was dead,

so I decided

to disappear

then and there.

Heavens above.

But the tracks Holmes?

I saw them with
my own eyes.

Two went down the path
and none returned.

I'm not a fanciful
person Watson,

but I give you my word

there were times
during that climb

when I seemed to
hear Moriarty's voice

screaming at me

from out of the abyss.

At last I reached a place

where I was able
to remain unseen.

Holmes?

Holmes?

Holmes?

From my concealed place

I watched you and
your followers

investigate in the
most sympathetic

and inefficient manner

the circumstances
of my death.

At last, when you
had all formed your

inevitable but totally
erroneous conclusions,

you departed.

It was time for me
to be on my way.

Of course, the meaning
of this was obvious.

Moriarty had
not been alone.

A confederate

from a distance
had been witness

to his friend's
demise and my escape.

I did not take long to
think about it, Watson.

I took to my heels

and covered ten miles

over the mountains in
the pending darkness.

A week later

I found myself
in Florence,

with the certainty that

no one in the world

knew what had
become of me.

I had one confidant-

my brother Mycroft.

I had to confide in him

in order to obtain the
money I needed to live.

Of course.

I owe you many apologies,
my dear Watson,

but it was all-important

that it should be
thought I was dead,

and it is quite
certain that you would

not have written so
convincing an account

of my unhappy end

had you yourself not
thought that it was true.

I have taken up my
pen to write to you,

but always I feared

lest your
affectionate regard

might tempt you to
some indiscretion,

which would
betray my secret.

I would have thought

I was as trustworthy
as your brother.

Of course you are Watson...

but you have a
kinder heart.

But what have you done
all these long years?

As you may have read

of the remarkable
explorations

of a Norwegian
called Sigerson,

but I am sure that it
never occurred to you

that you were receiving

news of your friend.

You?

For two years I traveled

to Tibet

and amused myself
by visiting Lhasa

and spending some time
with the head Lama.

I then moved to Persia,

and paid a short but
interesting visit

to the Khalifa
in Khartoum,

the results of which
I have passed on

to Lord Ketchum in
the Foreign Office,

anonymously of course.

You mean you actually
saw the palace

where Gordon was murdered?

It was a sorry sight.

His blood still
upon his jacket.

Lately I've been in
France in Montpellier,

to research the coal
tar derivatives.

Then came the news of
this remarkable murder,

which not only appealed
to my by its own merits,

but would seem to offer
some most peculiar

personal opportunities.

So here I am.

Have you been
to Baker Street?

Yes.

I called there this
morning in my own person.

Mycroft had
preserved my rooms

and my papers exactly
as they had always been.

So it was,

that I found myself

in my old rooms,

sitting in my old chair,

and only wishing that
I could have seen

my dear friend, Watson

sitting in the other chair

which he has so
often adorned.

And so I hope I will be.

What... what a
remarkable story.

Are you still
in possession

of your Army revolver?

Well I think I
have it somewhere.

See that you bring
it with you tonight.

I have piece of
work for both of us

which if we bring to a
successful conclusion,

will in itself

justify a man's life
on this planet.

I beg you to
tell me about it.

You will see and hear
enough before morning.

Watson?

May I occupy your
couch for a few hours?

The sea was
exceeding rough

during the
channel crossing

and the prospect of
seeing London again

and an intimate encounter

with one of Moriarty's
confederates

plus the added pleasure

of seeing my old
friend Watson

quite prohibited sleep

on the railway train.

My dear Holmes, please,

my bedroom is at
your disposal.

No, No, No.

This will suit
me very well.

I've had harder
beds than this

over the past few years.

Do you know where we are?

Surely that is
Baker Street.

Exactly.

But in the empty house

opposite our
old quarters.

Why are we here?

Because it commands such
an excellent a view

of that picturesque pile.

Might I trouble you,
Watson, to be so kind

as to draw a little
nearer to the window,

taking every precaution
not to reveal yourself,

and then to look
into our old rooms?

Let us see where the
three years of absence

have entirely
taken away my power

to surprise you.

Good heavens!

It's marvelous.

I trust that age doth not
wither nor custom stale

my infinite variety.

It is rather like
me, is it not?

I should be prepared
to swear it was you.

The construction
is due to

a Monsieur Oscar Meunier,

of Grenoble.

The bust is in wax.

The rest I arranged

during my visit to
Baker Street earlier.

But why?

Because I have the
strongest possible reason

for wishing certain
people to believe

that I was there

when I was
really elsewhere.

You thought the
rooms were watched?

I knew that they
were being watched.

By whom?

By the one
remaining member

of that charming society

whose leader lies in
the Reichenbach Falls.

Sooner or later
he believed

that I would come
back to my rooms.

So he had them
watched continuously.

I was observed when I
arrived this morning.

I recognized the sentinel.

Parker by name,

a garrotter by trade,

and a remarkable [xxxxx]
Upon the jew's-harp.

Now I understand
the reason

for the old bookseller.

I cared not about Parker

but I care a
great deal about

the much more
formable person

who is behind him,

the bosom friend
of Moriarty.

That is the man who
is after me tonight

and let us hope that
he is also the man

who is totally unaware

that we are after him.

Holmes

look!

Just beyond the house.

Couple of shady
characters in the doorway.

Yes I see them.

Well shouldn't
we do something?

No.

Holmes,

the shadow's moved.

Certainly it has moved.

I involved Mrs. Hudson.

We have been in
this room two hours

and she has
made some change

in that figure
eight times,

or once every quarter.

Mr. Holmes.

Lestrade how
nice to see you.

So it really is you?

When I received
your message

I could scarce believe it.

You seem to want
some unofficial help.

Three undetected
murders in one year

won't do you know.

Holmes I know this man.

Of course you do Watson.

So does the Inspector.

Colonel Sebastian Moran,

once of Her Majesty's
Indian Army,

and the best
heavy game shot

our Eastern Empire
has ever produced.

I believe I'm
correct, Colonel,

in saying that
your bag of tigers

still remain unrivalled?

I wonder that my
simple stratagem

could deceive so
old a shikari.

How many times have
you not tethered

a young kid under a tree,

laid above it
with your rifle,

and waited for your bait

to bring up your tiger?

This empty house
is my tree,

and you're my tiger!

The parallel is exact.

You may or may not

have just cause
for arresting me

but there can
be no reason

why I should be subjected

to the jives
of this person.

If I'm in the
hands of the law

let things be done
in a legal way.

Well that sounds
reasonable.

Anything further to
say before we go?

Only to ask

what charge you
intend to prefer?

What charge sir?

Why of course the
attempted murder of

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Not so Lestrade.

To you, and to you only,
belongs the credit

of this remarkable arrest.

With your usual mixture
of cunning and audacity

and you have got him.

I don't understand
you Mr. Holmes.

Do you mean this man?

The man whom the
entire police force

has been seeking in vain

Colonel Sebastian Moran,

who shot the young Adair

through the open window
of his parent's house

upon the twentieth
of last month.

That is your
charge Lestrade.

You were quite the
heron of the occasion

Mrs. Hudson.

Why I don't
know, I'm short.

I hope you have preserved
all precautions?

Oh yes sir.

I went to it on my knees

just exactly
as you told me

and a good crick in
my back to prove it.

Oh I was
frightened Doctor

and when that
window shattered

I thought I
should have died.

Yes you did it very
well Mrs. Hudson.

There's no sign
of the bullet.

Excuse me sir,

a moment if you please.

What is it?

I have it here.

I picked it up
off the carpet.

Mrs. Hudson you are
becoming indispensable.

A soft revolver bullet,

as you perceive,

there's genius in that

for who would
expect such a thing

to be fired
from an air gun?

It's no ordinary air gun.

No indeed.

Remarkable and
unique weapon.

Noiseless and of
tremendous power

I knew Von Herder

the blind
German mechanic

who constructed
it to the order of

the late Professor
James Moriarty.

Watson look at this.

The old
shilkaris nerves

had not lost
their steadiness

nor his eyes
their keenness.

The results are appalling.

Yes indeed.

Have you heard
of the name Moran

before Adairs murder?

No I had not.

Well, well, well,

such is the
price of fame.

Would you be so
kind to hand me

on my L-M index?

Our biographies Watson?

My list of M's
is a fine one.

Mind you Moriarty's
name is enough to make

any letter illustrious.

I seem to remember

Morgan the poisonner.

Merridew an
abominable memory.

And there was Mathews,

who knocked out
my left canine

in Charing Cross Station.

Awe there is our
friend of last night.

'Moran, Sebastian,
Colonel.

Son of Sir Augustus Moran,

once British
Minister to Persia.

Educated Eton, Oxford.

Served in Jowaki Campaign,

Afghan Campaign,
Sherpur, Cabul

mention to
dispatches.

The second most dangerous
man in London.'

This is
astonishing Holmes.

This is the career of
an honorable soldier.

It's true.

Up to a certain
point he did well

yet there are some
trees, Watson,

which grow to a
certain height

and then suddenly develop

some unsightly
eccentricity.

You will often
find it in humans.

Whatever the cause,

Moran began to go wrong.

Without an open scandal,

he still made India
too hot to hold him.

He retired, came
back to London

but again he acquired
an evil name.

It was about this time

that he was sought out

by Professor Moriarty.

When you were in
Switzerland, Watson,

Moran followed
us with Moriarty

and it was undoubtedly he

who gave me those
evil five minutes

above the
Reichenbach Falls.

Well now I can understand
why you disappeared.

With a fellow like
this, free in London,

your life would not
have been worth living.

All I could do was wait

and watch the
criminal news

knowing that if
I was patient

sooner or later he
would make a mistake.

When I heard of the
murder of Ronald Adair

I knew that at last
my chance had come.

Knowing what I did

was it not certain

that Colonel
Moran had done it.

He played cards
with the lad

followed him home
from his club

and shot him

through the open window

from the rooftop
opposite.

Watson does anything else

remain for me to explain?

Yes.

You have not made clear

what was Moran's motive

in murdering the
Honorable Ronald Adair.

There we move into the
realms of conjecture.

Each may form his
own hypothesis

upon the present evidence,

and yours is as likely
to be correct as mine.

Watson have
you formed one?

I think so.

Let me hear.

Well it's not difficult
to explain the facts.

There must have been

a considerable amount
of money involved

and Moran had
undoubtedly played foul.

I think that Adair
had discovered

that he was cheating.

Splendid.

Very likely he spoke
to him privately

and threatened to
expose Moran unless he

voluntarily resigned
membership in his club

and promised not
to play again.

Watson this is excellent.

Exclusion from his club

would mean ruin to Moran,

who lived by his
ill-gotten card gains.

Therefore,

he murdered Adair.

Will it pass?

I think, without doubt,

that you have hit
upon the truth.

Anyway it will be verified

or disproved at the trial.

Meanwhile, come what may,

Colonel Moran will
trouble us no more.

And the famous air
gun of Von Herder

will embellish the
Scotland Yard Museum.

Come in.

Once again Mr.
Sherlock Holmes

is free to devote his life

to examining those

interesting
little problems,

which the complex
life of London

so plentifully presents.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.