All language subtitles for S04E05 - The Bruce Partington Plans

Good evening, Mr. West.

Third-class London Bridge.

Single or return?

Oh, it doesn't matter, single.

Quickly, quickly.

He's dead. Must have
fallen from the train.

Yeah, look at his head.

You run back to the station
and tell'em what happened,

I'll stay here.

It's a real pea souper.

Nothing in the paper, Watson?

No. There's another revolution
in South America,

possible war in Africa
nothing of interest to you.

The London Criminal is
certainly a dull fellow.

A thief or a murderer could roam
London on a day like this

as the tiger does the jungle,
unseen until he pounces,

and then evident only to his victim.

There are numerous petty thefts.

Well, this great and somber stage is set
for something more worthy than that.

It is fortunate for the community
that I am not a criminal.

It is indeed.

It is well they don't have days of fog
in the Latin countries

the countries of assassination.

For you, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes, I know. I apologize
for the state of my room.

Well, what next?

My brother Mycroft
is coming around.

Oh, why not.

Why not?

As if you met a tram-car
coming down a country lane.

Mycroft has his lines
and he runs on them.

Pall Mall Lodgings,

the Diogenes Club,
Whitehall, that's his cycle.

Once and only once
has he ever been here.

I mean what upheaval can
possibly have derailed him?

Must see you over Cadogan West.
Coming at once...

I've heard the name.

That recalls nothing to my mind.

Mycroft breaking out of this erratic
fashion, it's extraordinary.

Watson, you do know
what Mycroft is.

I seem to remember about the time of
the affair of the Greek interpreter.

You told me that he had some small
office under the British government.

He wasn't doing quite
so well in those days.

His position is unique.
He's made it for himself.

There's never been anything like it
before nor will be again.

He is the tidiest and
most orderly brain

with the greatest capacity
for storing facts of any man living.

The conclusions of every
government department

that passed through him.
He is the central exchange

which makes out the balance.
All other men are specialists.

His specialism is omniscience.

Time and time again, Mycroft's word
has decided national policy.

Then Jupiter himself
is descending upon us today.

Yes, indeed
No trace of Cadogan West.

West

I have it. Yes, Cadogan West.

Cadogan West was the young man who
was found dead on the underground

on Tuesday morning.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes. It was
a featureless case as I remember.

Young man killed falling from a moving
train, no robbery, no violence.

Watson, Brother Mycroft.

That looks like our old friend
Inspector Bradstreet.

Why should he bring
a policeman with him?

Ah, here we are.

Cadogan West, Clerk at the
Woolwich Arsenal, 27, unmarried.

Government employee. Behold a link
with my brother Mycroft.

Mycroft.

Ah, Dr...

Watson.

Watson, you know Bradstreet.

Holmes, Dr. Watson.

Cadogan West, the most annoying
business, Sherlock.

I extremely dislike
altering my habits

with the powers that be would broke
no denial. In the present state of Siam

it's most awkward
I should be away from the office.

But it is a real crisis Sherlock.

I've never seen the
Prime Minister so upset

and as to the Admiralty

buzzing like an
overturned beehive.

Do sit down, Bradstreet.

Well, there's nothing unusual
reported in the newspapers.

I should hope not.

The wretched youth,
had the plans

of the Bruce Partington
submarine in his pocket.

Well, you must have heard of it.

Only by name.

Its importance can
hardly be exaggerated.

It has been the most closely
guarded of all government secrets.

You may take it from
me that navel warfare

becomes impossible within the radius
of a Bruce Partington operation.

So, what sort of plans
are we talking about?

Extremely intricate ones,
Sherlock.

Some 30 different pages,

each one essential to
the working of the whole.

Where are the plans
normally kept?

In an elaborate safe
in a confidential office

adjoining the arsenal of Woolwich
with burglar proof doors and windows.

If the chief instructor of the Navy
himself desired to consult the plans,

he would have to go
to Woolwich to do so.

To think they should
turn up in the pocket

of a dead Junior Clerk in the heart
of London is simply awful.

Have you recovered the papers?

No, Sherlock. No.
That's the pinch. We have not.

Some ten papers were
taken from Woolwich.

Only seven were found
in the pocket of Cadogan West.

The other three are missing,
gone, vanished, stolen.

You must drop everything, Sherlock.

Never mind your usual petty
puzzles of the police courts.

This is a real international crisis
that you have to solve.

Well, there are some points of
interest in the case, I suppose.

I'll be pleased to look into it.

Bradstreet, now, who held
the keys to that safe?

There are two sets of keys.

Sir James Walter holds one set.

He is the actual official
guardian of the papers.

A man grown gray in the
service of the State,

a favored guest in the most exalted
houses. His patriotism is above suspicion.

And the other keys?

A Mr. Sidney Johnson,
a Senior Clerk and Draughtsman.

A silent morose man,
not popular but a hard worker.

His wife corroborates
his account of the matter.

He was at home the
whole of Monday night

and the keys never left
the watch-chain upon which they hang.

What sort of fellow
was this man West?

Hot-headed, rather impetuous,

his duties brought him into
daily contact with the plans.

Who locked them up that night?

Johnson, the Senior Clerk.

But yet they were found on
the person of the Junior Clerk.

Well, I mean that sounds
final, does it not?

Yeah, but why would he take them?

Reason why he should take them
up to London except to sell them.

Nope.

Then we must take that
as our working hypothesis.

West, could he have done this

with false keys? He opens
the safe, takes out the papers,

goes off to London to
see a foreign agent.

He has to have'em back before morning
or the loss will be discovered.

He took away ten.
Seven were in his pocket,

What became of the other three?

He certainly wouldn't leave
them of his own free will.

It all seems perfectly clear to me.

As you say, Mr. Holmes,

West stole the plans
in order to sell them.

He met the agent, but they
could not agree as to a price.

So West returned home again
but the agent followed him.

In the train,
the agent murdered him,

took the more essential papers,

and threw the body from
the railway carriage.

Now, that would explain
everything, would it not?

It's good, that's very good
Bradstreet.

Your theory holds together.

But if this is true then
the case is at an end.

On the one hand the traitor
is dead, on the other,

the plans of the Bruce Partington
submarine are presumably

somewhere on the continent.
I mean what is there for me to do?

To act Sherlock, to act.

All my instincts are
against this explanation

and yours too, I think.
We are not brothers for nothing.

Use your powers. Go to the scene.

Question the people concerned.
Leave no stone unturned.

In all of your career,

you'll never have a greater chance
of serving your country.

If you on your part

will be kind enough to
send me a complete list

of foreign spies and international
agents known to be in England

and their full address.

And then we on our part

can begin our investigation by
a visit to Longhead Station.

Bradstreet.

Watson.

Mrs. Hudson, we're leaving.

When was the body found?

Near enough to six o'clock, sir,
Tuesday morning.

He must have fallen from the train
some time Monday night.

Have the carriages been examined
for any signs of violence?

No such trace of
violence had been found.

No report of a door found open?

We can tell the approximate time that
he entered the train from his ticket.

There was no ticket on the body.

That is really very singular.

Then in my experience
it's not possible

to reach the platform of the
Metropolitan Line

without exhibiting one's ticket,
is that not so?

Quite correct, sir,

Surely, the murderer would
have removed the ticket

before throwing West from the train
so as not to reveal the-

name of the station nearest
his place of residents.

I think the doctor has it.

What else did he have in his possession
besides the fabled papers and no ticket?

Usual things, pocketbook,
notecase, checkbook.

Oh, and two tickets
for the Dress Circle

of the Woolwich Theater
for that very evening.

It appears that West was to
have attended the performance

in the accompany of his fiancee,
Ms. Violet Westbury.

She was the last person to see him
alive on that fatal night.

They were walking to the theater
together in the park,

when he suddenly left her.

Suddenly without explanation.

There appears to be no
bleeding on the line?

Well, there was hardly any trace
of blood to be found.

As I gather, there was a
considerable wound

consistent with a man
falling from a moving train.

Well, it was a terrible thing to see.
Said the-

head was knocked
right in and the bone crushed.

And yet, there was no
great external injury.

Well, I would expect some blood.

So the line runs northeast.

Yes, the track divides here sir,

and there's a branch line
goes south under the river

to Rotherhive and New Cross.

The points.

The points.

I suppose there are no great number
of points in the system such as this?

There are very few, sir.

Points

and a curve,
oh by Jove, if it were only so.

What is it?

Holmes, do you have a clue?

Well, it's an idea Bradstreet,
an indication no more.

But the case certainly
grows in interest.

It's unique, perfectly unique.

And yet why not?

Cab!

There is material here,
Watson, there is scope.

I was dull indeed not to
see it's possibilities.

Well I confess it's dull to me.

And to me also,

but I now have a hold of an idea
which may lead us far,

Now I think, Sir James,

the guardian of the plans
claims our first attention.

Mumstead Hall.

Well, Holmes?

Your idea?

Oh, yes.

The man West was killed

not by falling or being
thrown from a moving train

He met his death elsewhere

and his body was on the
roof of the carriage.

On the roof?

Well, consider the facts.

Is it a coincidence that the body
was found in the very place

where the train brakes and sways
as it comes round on the points?

The sudden slowing would affect
no object inside the carriage

but an object such as
a body on the roof.

And there's the
question of the blood.

Of course, there was no bleeding on
the line if the body bled elsewhere.

Each fact is suggestive in itself.
Together they have a cumulative force.

Yes, and the ticket too.

That would explain
the absence of the ticket.

Watson, it all fits together.

Please wait.

Come in please gentlemen.
We were expecting you.

Ah, gentlemen.

Thank you, Baines.

Thank you, sir.

If you follow me
the body is upstairs.

But wait, one moment.

Are you not the undertakers?

Excuse me, Sir James.

Uh, I am Dr. Watson and, urn,
this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Good heavens.

We are helping the authorities
in the case of the missing papers.

My brother, Sir James Walter,
died this morning.

I am Colonel Valentine Walter.

Please gentlemen, come here.

We are very sorry, sir,

Thank you. I'm afraid it has
been a great shock.

May I ask how did your brother die?

It was this horrible scandal.
My brother is...

my brother was a man
of very sensitive honor.

He was fiercely proud of
the efficiency of his department.

The theft of the plans
was a crushing blow.

It broke his heart.

We were hoping Sir James
might have been able to help.

I assure you it was as much
a mystery to him as it to all of us.

Naturally he had no doubt
that West was guilty,

but why he should have
done such a thing.

Now, of course, we
shall never know.

So, you can turn a
light on the matter?

Me?

I'm afraid I know nothing
say what I've read or heard.

And you never meet Cadogan West?

No. No, I have not been back
in the country long.

My brother's work was of a
very highly-confidential nature.

He did not discuss it with me.

Gentlemen, I do not
wish to discourteous

but we are much
disturbed at present.

I must ask you to hasten
this interview to an end.

Yes, we're sorry to have
caused you so much trouble.

That's an unexpected development.

Heart failure.

Or suicide. Now for Miss. Westbury.

Is that the dead man's fiancee?

Yes.

I cannot explain it, Mr. Holmes.

I haven't closed my
eyes since the tragedy,

thinking and thinking and thinking
what the true meaning of it can be.

Do sit down.

Arthur was the most single-minded,
chivalrous, patriotic man on earth.

He would have cut off his right-hand
rather than sell a State secret

confided to his keeping.

It's absurd, impossible, preposterous
to anyone who knew him.

The facts, Ms. Westbury.

Was he want of money?

No. His needs were very simple
and his salary was sufficient.

He'd saved a few hundreds and
we were to marry at the new year.

Was there any sign of
mental excitement?

Come, Ms. Westbury,
be absolutely frank with us.

I had a feeling
there was something on his mind.

How long?

Only the last week or two.
Once I asked him about it.

It is too serious to speak
about even to you, he said.

Go on, Ms. Westbury.
Even if it seems to turn against him.

We cannot say where
it might lead us.

He spoke one evening
about... a secret.

I think he said that no doubt

foreign spies would pay
a great deal to have it.

He said that we were slack
about such matters

and it would be easy for a traitor
to get hold of the plans.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, if you could only,
only save his honor.

It was so much to him.

I'll do what I can.

Now, please tell us
about that last evening.

It was Monday night

and we were to go to the theater.

Violet,

I'm afraid I've got to leave you.

Leave me?

It's very, very important.
I'm sorry. You better go home.

Go home immediately, please.

It was just here, Mr. Holmes.

And he disappeared
without any explanation?

Yes.

You are sure this
is the exact spot?

Yes. We often used to meet here
when we were courting.

You see that's the building
where he used to work.

That was the last time I saw him.

Watson, will you be so kind as to
take Miss Westbury home in a cab.

Oh, it's bad, it's really bad.

Of course, Mr. Jones.

The whole place is disorganized.

West dead. Now, the Chief dead.
Our papers stolen.

And yet, when I closed this
office on Monday evening,

we were as efficient
as any in the service.

What hour was the office
closed on Monday?

At 5:00.

Did you close it?

I'm always the last man out.

Is there a night watchman
to the building?

There is. But he has other
departments to look after as well.

He's an old soldier,
A most trustworthy man.

He didn't see anything that evening.

Thank you.

When you closed the office,
where were the plans?

In that safe.
I put them there myself.

If Cadogan West was to enter
the office after hours,

he would need three keys, would he not,
before he could reach these papers.

Yes, a key to the outer door, a key
to the office and a key of the safe

And only you and
Sir James Walter had those keys.

Yes, indeed.

Sir James kept all three keys
on one ring. They never left him.

And, of course, your keys
left your possession.

Never.

Sir, Cadogan West is the culprit.
He must have had duplicates.

Oh, he's the culprit all right.

It's dreadful to think that West of all
people should have done such a thing.

You're sure of his guilt?

I see no other way.

He was getting married.
He wanted the money.

Oh yes, he's your man.

Mr. Johnson,

if someone desired to sell the plans
surely it would be easier to make copies

than to take the originals.

It would need considerable
technical knowledge.

May I see these?

And, of course, you and West and
Sir James Walter have that knowledge.

That may be so, but don't try to
drag me into this matter, Mr. Holmes.

The plans were found on West.

Well, it is certainly singular that he
should risk taking the originals

when he could have safely
taken copies.

Perhaps it was a matter of time.

Oh, yes, time.

Now, three plans are missing
I understand, they are the vital ones.

That is so.

Now, someone holding
those three papers,

I mean, could they construct
the Bruce Partington Submarine?

I told the Admiralty that
I thought it was possible,

but today I'm not so sure.

These all important double-valves
with the automatic self-adjusting slots

are drawn only on this plan
which has been returned.

Would you be so kind as to
close those window shutters

exactly as they were
on Monday night.

Window shutters, certainly.

Thank you so much.

Yes.

I think I'll take a little stroll outside.

Oh, please don't trouble yourself.
I can find my own way.

Would you please wait.

Holmes.

Watson.

Look at this.
The bushes have been broken.

Now look at the windows behind me.

The shutters don't
meet in the center.

As you say, don't meet.

Interesting, don't you think?

8:15, the London Bridge. Yes, I'm sure.

You definitely recognize
him as Cadogan West?

Oh, yes, definitely.
I knew him well, sir,

He was an old acquaintance.

Hardly a week went by that we didn't
pass the time of day together.

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

Yeah. I was saying to the wife
early on Sunday night.

No, I'm a liar, it was Saturday.

I said there is no safer railway
than the London Metropolitan.

Did Mr. West seem to
be following anyone?

Not that I saw, Mr. Holmes,
but then I don't see everything.

There was really thick fog that night.

But one thing I will say.

Mr. West wasn't his usual self.
He was nervous, excited.

I tell you this gentleman,
his hand was shaking so bad.

I had to open up his change.

Well, I mean that speaks
for itself. doesn't it?

Our train. Forgive us.

Come Watson.

Come in.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes.

Whilst you were away, a message
came for you from the government.

From the government?

An official gentlemen
in a special carriage.

He said "I wasn't to let this
out of my sight"

"until I placed it into
your own hands."

Mrs. Hudson, you are
a most faithful watchdog.

It's from my brother Mycroft.

He writes like a drunken crab.
You better read it,

Doctors are more used to hieroglyphics
than normal human beings.

Oh, can't read the first bit.
Something about "small find",

"very big affair".

Ah, here we are.
"Only men were considering"

"Adolph Mayer"...

Great George Street.
Doubt it's him, it's not his style.

Oh, Mrs. Hudson.

Louis... Louis La Rothiere.
Campden Mansion, Notting Hill.

And that's another old friend. Mrs.
Hudson, you're hideously in the way.

I'm sorry sir but I only
have one pair of hands...

Please disappear.

Right, Watson.

Ah, "Hugo Oberstein,
13 Coffield Gardens, Kensington."

Uh, "known to be in town on Monday.
Now reported to have left."

"The Cabinet awaits your final
report with the utmost anxiety."

"The whole force of the State is
at your back if you should need it."

"Mycroft."

All the queens' horses and all the queens'
men cannot avail us in this matter.

Coffield Gardens.

Well, well.

What have you found?

Things are turning a
little in our direction.

Now I really believe we're going to
pull it off after all.

I'm going out.

When will you be back?

I have no idea but I promise
I will do nothing serious

without my trusty comrade
and biographer at my elbow.

He wants me to meet him in
a restaurant off of Gloster Road.

I just hope you'll be careful,
that's all.

You're not as young as you were.

You know what Mr. Holmes is like
once he gets the bit between his teeth.

I do indeed.

Goodnight Mrs. Hudson.

Goodnight doctor.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Have you the tools.

Have you had something to eat?

Yes, indeed.

Then have a coffee or a curacao.
Signor Goldini!

A coffee and a curacao
please, for my friend.

Try one of the proprietor cigars.

They're nothing like as poisonous
as one would expect.

Oh, thank you.

Now, now, for our plan of action.

It was evident to you Watson
that the body was placed

on the roof of the carriage.

Or dropped from a bridge.

No, that's impossible, placed.

The carriage roofs are
rounded with no rails.

But how could he
be placed there?

In some areas,
he London underground

runs clear of tunnels and
past the backs of houses.

When I found

that a leading international agent
lived in just such a house.

I was so pleased that you were
a little astonished at my sudden...

Hugo Oberstein. 13, Coffield
Gardens, of course.

Exactly. I was able to satisfy
myself that not only

do the backstairs windows
open over the line

but the bowing to the intersection

of the Richmond and Wyndam lines
were the Circle Line.

Near Gloster road Station.

The trains are frequently
held motionless at that very spot.

That's splendid. You got it.

There house appears to be unoccupied.

Oberstein obviously has gone
abroad to dispose of his booty

has no reason to fear a warrant.

And to spot an amateur burglary
would never occur to him

but that is precisely
what we're about to do.

Why, for what purpose?

We cannot tell what
correspondence they may have.

No, no, I... no, I don't like it, Holmes.

You can keep watch.
I'll do the criminal part.

This is no time to stick to trifles.

Think of the Admiralty,
think of the cabinet.

Think of the exalted person
herself who waits for news.

We're bound to go.

I knew you wouldn't
shrink at the last.

Serious proposition,
locked and bolted.

We may do better down area.

Ah, this is better. Jimmy.

Holmes.

Don't touch Watson.

Look where they've rested the body.

Blood.

Blood again.

Well, what do you think of that?

Masterpiece. You've never
risen to a greater height.

No, I cannot agree with you.

The moment I conceived
the idea of the body

on the roof of the train
the rest was inevitable,

and major difficulties to perform.

Hmm, fresh blotting paper.
Cunning fellow.

He's covered his tracks.

Holmes.

Means nothing.

Seems to have been
burning old newspapers.

I say Holmes.

Yes.

Why would a man so obviously

untidy of his habits take the
trouble to burn old newspapers?

Probably trying to start a fire.

Yeah, but there's
no, no wood or coal.

Let me see.

What is it?

Well done, well done.

Indeed, I think we have our man.

Would you look in
the agony column

of the two remaining copies of
The Daily Telegraph.

I think you will find a message
from someone calling himself Piero.

Piero, Piero, Piero.

Ah, here we are.

"Hope to hear soon the terms agreed
but must have full report"

"matter pressing signed Piero."

Yes, by Jove.

"Monday night after 9:00,
two taps, only on sills,"

"payment in hard cash
when goods delivered,"

signed Piero just
like the other one.

Every paper has a message from
someone calling himself Piero.

It's an odd name for the villain
like Oberstein to use.

If only we could get the man
at the other end

Watson, quickly.

We haven't a moment to loose.
Bring the papers.

Where we going?

The offices of the Daily Telegraph.
We're just time.

Splendid, Sherlock, splendid.

I always said you'd the make
best cat burglar in London

if you put your mind to it,

Can't do these things on
the force, Mr. Holmes.

No wonder you get results
that are beyond us.

Some of these days
you'll go too far

and you and your friend will
find yourselves in trouble.

England home and duty, Watson.
Motto and the oath of our country.

The agony column of
The Daily Telegraph.

What use would you make of those?

Have you seen the advertisement
from Piero today?

"Tonight, same hour, same place,
two taps, most vitally important,"

"your own safety at sake", signed Piero.

By George, if he answers that
we've got him.

Wake up. He's here.

You can write me down
as an ass, Watson.

This is not the bird
I was expecting.

Who is he?

Colonel Valentine Walter,
Sir James' younger brother.

I'm beginning to see
how the cards fall now.

What is this?
I came here to visit Mr. Oberstein.

I know you, surely...

Sherlock Holmes.

Everything is known, Colonel.

How an English gentlemen

could behave in such a manner
is beyond comprehension.

We know of your relations and
correspondence with Oberstein.

You stole your brothers' keys
and had them duplicated.

We knew you went to
Admiralty Office

on Monday night and was seen
by Cadogan West.

Only his pride to concerns being
the good citizen that he was.

He followed you closely in the fog

halfway across London until
you reached this very house.

It was then Colonel
Walter that to treason

you added the terrible
crime of murder.

I did not, I did not.
Before God, I swear I did not.

Then tell us how
Arthur Cadogan West

met his end before you placed his body
on the roof of the railway carriage?

He followed me
as you described

but until I was at the very door of
this house I did not know it.

What are you gonna
do with those papers?

He hit his head
on the marble floor.

He was dead in a
matter of minutes.

It was Oberstein's idea to
stuff the less important plans

in West's pocket and put him
on the roof of the train.

What made you turn
traitor, Colonel?

A stock exchange
debt had to be paid.

I needed the money badly.
Oberstein offered me five thousand.

It was to save myself
from ruin and disgrace.

My brother used to
discuss matters with me

which he probably
should not have done

This submarine, for instance.

How could he ever guess
his own brother would betray him?

That was the worst of all.

He suspected me. I know he did.
I read it in his eyes.

And after this West business
he never held up his head again.

Can you not make reparation,

to ease your conscious
and possibly your punishment?

What reparation can I make?

Where is Oberstein with the papers?

I do not know.

He said that letters to the Hotel
Delu in Paris would reach him.

Ah, well then it is possible
for you to help us.

Come and sit down
and write my dictation.

"Deaf ll

"in regard to our transaction
you have now observed"

"that one essential
detail is missing"

"but I have a tracing
that will make it complete."

Is that true, Sherlock?

Quite true.

What essential detail is missing?

The double-valves,
the automatic self-adjusting slots.

Good heavens. How on earth
did you know that?

I've become quite a submarine
expert brother of mine.

Now Colonel,

what would be your terms?

"I must ask you for a
further 500 pounds..."

English notes please.

I should expect to meet you-

well, we can hardly say here
or Oberstein will suspect a trap.

The foyer of
the Charring Cross Hotel.

Its proximity to
the railway station

renders it extremely popular amongst
the international spy fraternity.

Did you get that Colonel?

Noon, Saturday next,

I should be very surprised
if that does not flush our man out.

That's our man.

Splendid Bradstreet.

But our traitor has flown.

What a damn cheat of a fellow.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

I'm keeping him on a long lead.

There's an R in the month

and the Diogenes Club
has the most excellent oysters.

I should like both you
gentlemen to be my guests.

Come along, Sherlock