All language subtitles for S05E05 - The Illustrious Client

Oh.

Oh, my dear.

My dearest.

I warned you, I said
do not go to near the edge.

Why did you push me Baron?

Dear wife, you're dreaming.

No.

Dying.

Oh, my darling.

Anything stirring Holmes?

I know no more than this.

There may be some fatty
self-important fool,

it may be a matter
of life or death.

Mmm, you grant this interview?

I've already confirmed it.

Do you know
anything of the man?

Only that the name
Colonel Sir James Damery

is a household word in society.

I can tell you a little
bit more than that.

He has rather the reputation

for arranging delicate matters
which are to be kept out of the papers.

He's a man of the world with
a natural turn for diplomacy.

And then, therefore to hope

it is not a false scent,

that he has some real
need of our assistance.

Our?

If you'll be so good Watson.

I shall be honored.

Then until four-thirty o'clock

we can put the
matter out of our heads.

Mr. Holmes, we are
dealing on this occasion

with the most
dangerous man in Europe.

I've had several opponents to whom
that flattering term has been applied.

A man to whom violence is familiar
and who will literally stick at nothing.

Don't you smoke?

Excuse my pipe.

But if your man is more dangerous
than the late Professor Moriarty,

he's indeed worth meeting.
May I ask his name?

Have you ever
heard of Baron Gruner?

The Austrian murderer?

So you've already sized
him up as a murderer?

It is our business to follow
the details of Continental crime.

I'm sure that he killed his wife

when that so called
accident happened

at the Splugen Pass as
if I'd seen him do it.

Just as I am certain that he
disposed the only witness,

that innocent shepherd boy.

Baron Gruner is now in England.

Residing near Kingston I'm informed?

That is so.

Might I also suppose you will have
heard of General Merville?

Khyber Pass fame.

Indeed.

General Merville has a daughter,
Violet.

Young, rich, accomplished,
a wonder woman in every way.

It is she an innocent,

we are endeavoring to save
from the clutches of this fiend.

He has some hold over her?

The strongest of all where women
are concerned, Mr. Holmes.

Ah, love.

Exactly.

In marrying you, my darling
all my past sins shall be absolved.

These aren't sins you've told me of.
These are slanders.

My angel.

You were seduced,
as are all great men.

Yet I am determined you shall know
my history, every part of it.

Thus shall I come to the altar
purified in soul and spirit

and worthy at last of your love?

Just six weeks. Oh Adelbert.

I cannot pretend my
past is without stain.

No man born in poverty
who has created his own fortune

can say that and speak
the truth, oh, no.

I have been forced to many
a ruthless act, my dear.

Where shall I begin?

To observe, Mr. Holmes,
an atrocious event,

preparing itself before your very
eyes and yet be powerless to avert it.

Could anyone, any human being
be placed in a more trying position?

Perhaps not.

Well then you will sympathize with the
client in whose interest I am acting.

I did not understand that
you were merely an intermediary,

who is the principal?

I beg of you not to
press that question.

His name cannot be
dragged into this matter.

His motives are to the
last degree honorable

but he prefers to remain unknown.

I need not say that your fees
will be assured, Mr. Holmes.

And you will be
allowed a free hand.

Surely the actual name of
your client is immaterial.

I must decline to act,
Sir James, I'm sorry.

I'm accustomed to having mystery
at one end of my cases

but to have it at both
ends is too confusing. No.

You place me in the
most serious dilemma.

Dare I say, Mr. Holmes, you hardly
realize the affect of your own action.

I have given my word not to reveal
the identity of my client.

May I at the least lay
all I can before you?

It is understood.
I commit myself to nothing.

But of course, yes, yes.

A perfect likeness.

Who painted it?

Hans of Innsbruck,

a descendant of Claus the sculptor,
famous for his bronzes

such as this.

I shall commission Hans to attempt
your likeness, my precious.

I love this room. It breathes of you.

What's this?

Your diary?

No, no, it is,
it is my commonplace book.

In it I record things I've seen,
read, admired, occasionally perhaps,

a thought or two of my own.

But it's locked.

It is a little part of me,
besides a servant might pry.

One day, perhaps,

we shall look at it together.

No, I respect your
privacy, my darling.

We must all keep
something of our own,

however much else we share.

You are perfect.

You must teach me about
porcelain, Adelbert.

I shall.

Collecting is such a pleasure
such a delight,

it is a passion with me
just as you are, my precious.

The villain has attached
himself to a lady

with such effect that he has completely
and absolutely won her heart.

She will not hear
one word against him.

To sum up, she proposes
to marry him next month.

As she of age and has a will of iron
that's hard to know how to prevent her.

Does the infatuated young woman
know of the Swiss episode?

The cunning devil has told her
every unsavory scandal of his past life

but always in such a way as to make
himself out to be the innocent martyr.

She accepts his version
and will listen to no one,

not even her fathers.

Dear me, Sir James,
have you not-

inadvertently let out
the name of your client?

The General?
Oh no, Dr. Watson,

that strong soldier has been utterly
demoralized by this incident.

Mrs. Hudson.

You rang, sir?

Will you deliver this to the
butcher's boy around the corner?

That young rascal
with the funny eye?

The other is invaluable
so is his bicycle.

Sir.

How may I keep in touch
with you, Sir James?

You accept my commission?

Let us just say that
your problem interests me.

The Carlton Club will find me.

And the Baron's exact
address in Kingston?

Vernon Lodge, the large house,
he's a rich man.

Speculators when successful
frequently are, Sir James.

What further information
can you give us about the man?

He has expensive tastes.
Collects books, pictures.

Oh, and Chinese pottery.

He's a recognized authority,
written a book upon the subject.

Well, Sir James, you
may tell your client

that I'm turning my attention
towards Baron Gruner.

I have no doubt, Mr. Holmes,
you can easily trace my client.

But I must ask you
as a point of honor

to refrain from doing so.

Do not, I beg you, break
in upon his incognito.

I think I can safely promise that.

Thank you.

Dr. Watson.

You're wasting your time, Watson.

Now the career of General Merville

might well give us a pointer as to
our client. He's clearly illustrious.

But did you not hear, Sir James?

His request was to you, Holmes.

But that is shameful,
Watson, shameful

besides our minds should be more
gainfully employed, desist.

Any views?

Have you none?

Not yet.

Beyond the one I've
already acted upon.

The butcher's boy.

More discreet than any telegraph.

Well, I shall think you better see
the young lady yourself.

Start with her.

Well, if her poor broken down
father cannot move her,

how can I, a complete
stranger prevail?

Well, if all else fails.

Perhaps.

But first, the underworld.

For it is among the
dark roots of crime

that we must hunt
for Gruner's secrets.

You've sent for Shinwell Johnson.

I have but one insight,

that Miss Merville might
well condone murder

yet some smaller affair
that might...

We shall see.

They have engaged the very best.

Show him in.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, sir.

I rather thought I should see you
sooner or later, Mr. Holmes.

You've been retained no
doubt by General Merville

to prevent my marriage
with his daughter, Violet?

That is so, is it not?

Let me advise you very strongly,
Mr. Holmes, to draw off at once.

Draw off?

My dear man, you'll only ruin
your well-deserved reputation.

This is not a case in which

you can possibly hope
to succeed, draw off sir.

It is curious but that is the very
advice that I've come to give you.

Let me put it to you man to man.

If you persist in this marriage,

you will raise such a
swarm of powerful enemies,

England would be
too hot to hold you.

Surely you will be
wiser to draw off.

Excuse my amusement, Mr. Holmes,
but it really is very funny

seeing you trying to play a hand
with no cards in it

Not a color card there, sir, nothing
but the smallest of the small.

So you think.

So I know, sir, so I know.
Let me make the thing clear to you.

You consider your hand so strong
that you could afford to show it?

Certainly, since it becomes
plain that in this instance

you are clearly out of
your depth, Mr. Holmes.

Could it be that your capabilities
have been subject to hyperbole?

Your hand, show it.

Won't you sit down?

I think I shan't.

Please yourself.

Well, sir,

it happens I have
been fortunate enough

to win the entire
affection of Miss Merville.

This in spite of the fact that
I have informed her clearly

of all the unhappy
incidents in my past.

I have warned her that certain
designing persons would come to her.

I hope you recognize
yourself in this

and would tell her of these things.

I have instructed her
how to treat them.

She is well prepared for you.

She will no doubt
give you an appointment

and she will listen.

It will be to no avail, however.

If you wish to speak,
now is your moment.

No.

This is not the moment.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Holmes,

did you know the
French agent Le Brun?

Of course.

So you know what befell him?

He was beaten in the Lament
District of Paris and crippled for life.

Quite so.

By an odd coincidence, he had
been inquiring into my affairs.

Don't do it, Mr. Holmes,
it's not a lucky thing.

My last word to you
is you go your way,

let me go mine.

Mind you Gruner,

because if you aspire to be
accepted into English Society

you'll do well to remove the band
from your Havana before lighting it

otherwise you'll be
put down for a bounder.

Mrs. Hudson,
has Holmes returned?

Not yet, sir, but there
are two visitors waiting.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Why Johnson.

Evening, Doctor,
Mr. Holmes sent word to me.

I know, Johnson, I know.

And I brought Kit here...

Mrs. Hudson, that's when
I was delayed at the museum

and then the traffic,

an omnibus overturned
on Great Russell Street,

two dead a horse had to be
put down. Gentlemen forgive me,

I was absorbed by the mysteries of me,
I quite forgotten the hour, madam.

This is Miss Winter, Mr. Holmes,

Kitty we call her and what she
don't know about Gruner.

Of course, please.

Well, Kitty can speak for herself.

Anyway I put me hand right on her
within an hour of your message, sir.

I'm easy to find.
Hell, London gets me every time,

same address goes for Porky.

Porky, is that your
nom de guerre Johnson?

You have never revealed that.
Porky, well.

We're old mates, Porky and me.

But there's someone who ought to
be down in a lower hell than us

and that's the man
you're after, Mr. Holmes.

I gather we have your
good wishes, Miss Winter?

If I can help put
him where he belongs,

I'm yours to the rattle, sir.

Do you know what he intends,
how the matter stands?

Porky tells me he's after
some other poor fool

only this time he wants to marry her
and you want to stop it?

Yes.

Surely you know enough
about this devil

to prevent any decent girl
in her senses

wanting to have
anything to do with him.

But she's not in her
senses, Miss Winter,

she's madly in love and
she has been told all about it.

She cares for nothing.

Told about the murder of his wife?

Yes.

My lord, she must have a nerve.

She has.

Can't you lay proofs before her?

Can you help us do so?

I am proof.

Living proof.

If I was to stand before her
and tell her how he used me.

Would you do this?

Would I, would I not.

It might be worth the trying.

Oh he didn't tell her all, sir.

All?

He collected me,

he collects women.

I was an artist's model
a respectable artist's model.

Of course, you sat for
that painting in his study.

You've been to Kingston

then you'll have seen all his crooks.

Women and china,
they're his twin passions.

Gruner commissioned that
painting, and afterwards...

and after...

well, let's just say
I can never work again.

Never.

Never.

I am exceedingly obliged
to you, Miss Winter,

we shall indeed interview you
and Miss Merville together.

My client will compensate
you most liberally.

Oh, none of that, Mr. Holmes.
I'm not out for money.

Just let me see
this man in the mud,

in the mud with my foot in his face,
that's my price.

From Kingston.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, no reply.

Shall we dine?

This is a death threat, Holmes.

Did you expect anything less
from Baron Gruner?

Holmes, have a care.

Oh, Watson, come along.
We must eat.

Come on girl.

They ain't following no more.

Don't you believe it.

Yeah, what'd I say?

Now you stand over there, Kitty,
there's a good girl.

Right, who's first, you or you?

Amateurs, they've done no time,
don't know nothing come on girl.

There's two persons
wish to see you sir.

Persons?

I couldn't in honesty
term them gentlemen, sir.

I'll come.

Was he armed?

No, sir,

Go through to the kitchens, clean
yourselves up and clear out.

I have agreed to this visit out of
respect for my father, Mr. Holmes,

rather than for you.

My fiancé assures me you are
no longer what you were,

a spent force.

And you, Miss Winter,

surely you must
also be superfluous.

Our intentions are the best.

We are here to aid you.

Really?

When you call to malign my fiancé?

I am not renowned Miss Merville,
for the warmth of my affections

but I can appreciate them in others.

Had I a daughter,

I should I hope feel for you
as the General does,

nor is our concern
without foundation.

There, the slander begins.

No, I do not readily call upon
anyone to beg or to plead

but in Baron Gruner, please,
I never speak idly.

You've chosen not only
unwisely but dangerously.

Marry him, Miss Merville,
and I assure you

with all the knowledge I have
of the criminal mentality,

you will be in mortal danger,

just as the former baroness was,
she too was infatuated

and paid the fatal price,
her life for a fortune.

That's a lie.

You are of course aware
that the Splugen Pass

where your predecessor died runs
between Italy and Switzerland?

What does the geography matter?

A great deal.

When you plan to hurl
a helpless woman

off a cliff in one country
to break her neck in another.

But it was an accident.

Then why did the shepherd boy

who saw the baroness fall
die of arsenical poison?

His murderess whom Gruner had
seduced confessed at her trial

that he'd obliged her
to administer the fatal substance

or risk disfigurement for life
by oil of vitriol.

Those are the facts,
Miss Merville, I beg you,

picture the awful situation
you will find yourself in,

if you only wake to your
fiancé's true character

after you have married him.

I have listened to you
with patience, Mr. Holmes.

I am aware my fiancé
has had a stormy life

in which he has incurred
most unjust aspersions.

Possibly you mean well

though I learn you are a paid agent.

But in any case I love Baron Gruner
and he loves me.

You have told me this
young lady's name

and that there is a
reason for her presence.

I'll say there is.

And what exactly are you,
Miss Winter?

Me, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you what I am.

I was his mistress that's who,
one of a hundred more.

He's tempted, he used,
ruined and thrown aside,

as he will you too.

Please.

You marry this man it'll
be the death of you.

It may be a broken heart or
a broken neck but he'll have you.

Oh really.

You may think yourself different.

Thank you, Kitty, you've made
yourself admirably clear.

I'm aware of three occasions
in my fiance's life

when he has become entangled
with designing women.

And I'm assured by him
of his hearty repentance.

Him? Repent?
And only three?

Oh, you fool, you stupid fool.

Mr. Holmes,

I have obeyed my father's wish
in seeing you

but I'm not compelled to listen
to the slanderous ravings...

Ravings?

Ravings!

Oh my god,

I'll show you.

Look.

Look.

You see that?

And here, oil of vitriol.

He did it.

Oh, yes, he did it, your fiancé.

That's a lie. It's a lie.

Thank you, Kitty.

You can tell the Baron that I shall
not rest until I bring him to justice.

Miss Winter.

Why Kitty, why?

No please.

Why did Gruner treat you so?

Because...
no, I can't tell you, Mr. Holmes.

You must at this instant.

You said that he collects women,
what did you mean by that?

It's a book he has.

A book?

Brown leather with a lock and
his coat of arms in gold on it.

No, I can't speak of it.

He keeps a record of his women?

We're all in there.

Photographs, names, details,
everything about us.

He tried to make me
read it while he-

oh, no, I can't.

And when you refused?

He went berserk.
He ran out of the room.

I was trying to dress,
he come back in with this bottle.

I was half-naked,
and he threw it straight at me.

Where is this book?

I don't know.

Think.

No, no.

In the study in the bedroom?

It's more than a year
since I was there.

Than you can remember Kitty think.

In the study,

back of the bureau.

Thank you, Kitty, thank you.

Miss Winter's scars could
not move Miss Merville?

She was shocked but
recovered instantly.

Good heavens, it seems inhuman.

I confess that part of me
could wish her joy with Gruner.

Abandon her to her
fate after all this?

When I compare
Miss Merville with Kitty

whose spirit is as fine
as her body is blemished, yes.

You wouldn't
withdraw from the case?

Have no fear, Watson,

My disgust with Miss Merville
counts as nothing against

my determination to foil Gruner,
but one thing irks me,

that I've not paid more regard

to Kitty's deportment
when we first met,

the manner in which
she dressed her hair.

Huh, it's late.

We must be gone.

I've got a mountain of work to do

at the surgery Holmes
so I'll see you in the morning.

Until tomorrow then.

All right, Sherlock Holmes,
let's be having you.

Ah and I can guess to
whom I owe this pleasure.

Read all about it.

Murderous attack
on Sherlock Holmes.

Murderous attack
on Sherlock Holmes.

Read all about it.

Murderous attack
on Sherlock Holmes.

Read all about it.
Read all about it.

Murderous attack
on Sherlock Holmes.

It's all right, Watson,
don't look so soared.

You mustn't talk.

Nonsense, I need to.

What can I do, Holmes?

Of course it was
that damned Austrian.

Give me the word and I'm go
and thrash the hide off him.

Good old Watson,
no,no,no,no.

Was it the same pair that attacked
Johnson and Miss Winter?

One may have been,
the other I doubt it.

But...

We must send a note to Johnson.

Tell him to find a quiet suburb
for Kitty,

She should stay there
until the danger has passed.

And then,

then we must exaggerate
my injuries.

There's no need for that.

Even so we must lay it
on thick for the press.

I might not live the week out,

concussion, delirium,
I don't care what would you like?

They must receive
the gravest bulletins.

Anything more?

Yes.

Put my pipe on the table
and the tobacco slip.

You must rest not smoke.

Very well, Doctor.

Oh my dearest, every day
you become more precious to me.

What is it?

It's just that...

must you really go to America?

Oh, my darling,

it's only a short trip, I have
important financial business,

certain interests to
regulate in Chicago

but I shall be back so soon,
in the twinkle of an eye.

The late editions, sir.

Thank you.

Have you seen the papers?

That poor man Holmes,
he sinks daily.

I'm afraid you cannot expect me

to have very much sympathy with
Mr. Holmes and his misfortune.

Mmm, encephalitis has set in.

Have you seen the news?

No.

Gruner sails for America
on the Ruritania on Friday.

News hits hard.

Friday, that means he sails from
Liverpool not from Southampton.

That little rascal means
to get away from us, but he won't,

By the Lord Harry he won't.

Watson, I need you to
do something for me.

I'm here to be used.

Then spend the next 24 hours

in an intensive study
of Chinese pottery.

Hung Wu, 1368-1390, 1368-1390...

He's sleeping now, sir.

That would be the morphine.

You won't let the
lamp smoke, will you?

No, no, no, you locked up below?

I did that a while back,
there's murderous folk about.

True, true.

Don't drive yourself too hard, sir,

you'll be good for
nothing in the morning.

No, I shan't be long.

Dr. Hill Barton, 369 Half Moon
Street Mayfair West, who's this?

You.

Me?

That is your name this
evening, Dr. Hill Barton.

It is?

Yes, and you'll call upon Baron
Gruner about half past eight,

He'll be disengaged.

I sent a note telling
him that you'll call.

Also, that you're bringing this.

It is the real eggshell
of the Ming Dynasty.

The complete set would
be worth a king's ransom.

You are a collector.
The set has come your way.

You've heard of the Baron's interest
and an investor is selling at a price.

What price?

We will not exaggerate if you say
it would hardly matched in the world.

Sir James got it for me.

It comes from a
collection of his client.

Or I could say that
it should be valued by an expert.

Oh, Watson, you scintillate today.

I suggest Sotheby's or Christie.

You're certain he'll see me?

Oh, yes, it's the collection mania
in its most acute form.

One last question, Holmes.

Why have you made me
a broker in antiques?

To gain time,

the opportunity to acquire
the set such as this

may persuade the Baron

to postpone his visit
to the United States.

Now I understand.

Elementary psychology, Watson?

Kingston please driver.

Very fine.

Very fine indeed.

And you say you have
a set to correspond?

I know of only one in
England to match it.

Would it be indiscreet of me

if I were to ask
how you obtained this?

Does it really matter?

Of course it matters

with precious objects such
as these provenance is all.

Well you can see
the piece is genuine.

As to the value I'm perfectly content
to take an expert's assessment.

I had supposed you were
an expert, Dr. Hill Barton.

I meant an independent assessment.

Of course.

I have some recently
acquired pieces of celadon.

You might care to view?

By all means.

Please.

It's flawless.

Typical 12th Century Sung, I'd say,

wouldn't you?

You're right.

And this?

That's an excellent example,
Ching Dynasty I should say...

circa 265 A.D.

Precisely.

And these?
Typical of celadon, would you say?

Give me time, give me time.

I am giving you time, sir.

Quite so.

I should also be
interested in your views

on the marks of the Hung Wu.

Marks of the Hung Wu?

That's a vexed question.

Vexed question indeed, sir.

There are no marks
on the genuine Hung Wu.

This is intolerable, sir,

I came here to do you a favor,

not to be examined as
if I were a schoolboy.

You came here to spy.

Not so.

You may have found it easy
to inveigle your way in here

upon false pretenses

but by god sir,
you shall find it harder to get out.

Raise your hands above
your head, Dr. Watson.

What's that?

Holmes, you. Don't move.

I shall shoot you through the head

rather than the heart

and inform the police.
I mistook you for a common burglar.

That is a role that I've played
before with some success.

Without any doubt, sir,
this will be your last time.

Baron!

Kitty!

Be done by your debt.

Doctor, doctor, help me, help me.

Telephone the Baron's physician.

Ah, Sir James forgive me for
summoning you at this late hour

but there's no time to be lost.

You must have this before
Scotland Yard bumbles in.

Scotland Yard?

Baron Gruner's bound to laid
a complaint against us,

Watson as an impostor, myself
as a burglar, we were both.

I diverted Gruner's attention
while Holmes procured that.

You must show it to Miss Merville,

she will find herself
one among a hundred.

The account of what sports.

Baron Gruner enjoyed
with his female victims

may have perhaps at last
open Miss Merville's eyes.

You've done wonders,
Holmes, wonders.

Except for Kitty Winter.

Watson explain, I must rest.

Miss Winter is a former
mistress of Gruner's,

she followed me to Kingston,

concealed about her
was a flask of vitriol.

Which she unleashed upon Gruner.

Severely damaging his right hand
and parts of his face.

He will be disfigured for life.

But surely if these injuries are as
terrible as you described them

then our purpose is
sufficiently gained...

She'd love him the more
as a disfigured martyr, no.

It is his moral side not his physical
which we have to destroy.

That book will bring her down to earth
and I knew nothing else that could.

It's in his own handwriting,
she cannot get past it.

Neither my client nor myself
can thank you enough, Holmes.

Should either Miss Winter
or even you yourself.

Be incommoded by the police,
do not hesitate to telephone me.

Thank you, Sir James
but to tell the truth,

I rarely if ever find myself
inconvenienced by Scotland Yard.

Good night.

Good night.

I would like to
thank you too, Watson.

Thank you, Sir James.
Oh, by the way...

Ming dish.

By Jove, yes.

Worth a king's ransom I understand.

Holmes.

Holmes, I've discovered
the identity of our client.

It's none other than the...

A loyal friend and
a chivalrous gentleman,

let that now and forever
be enough for us.