01x03 & 01x04 - Rock, Scissors, Paper
Posted: 06/14/21 08:33
Holmes certainly is a difficult man to live with, but I got more and more interested in his personality.
There wasn't an end to his energy.
His eyes were sharp and piercing, if you didn't count the periods of stupor in which he was falling from time to time, his hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of an extraordinary delicacy of touch as I frequently had the occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments.
Somebody may set me down as a hopeless busybody when I confess how much this man stimulated my curiosity and how often I endeavored to break through the reticence which he showed on all that concerned himself.
Sherlock Holmes.
It's an ambush!
Story two.
Rock, paper, scissors.
Come in, come in, sit down.
I will attach and no sign will be left.
So, and continuing our so-called, yes, previous talk, you know, you do it way too easy.
Wait.
You remind me Dupin in this the stories of Edgar Allan Poe, have you read them?
So I think such characters could be, oh, I don't know, only in novels, only in...
Doctor, you are comparing me to Dupin.
You think you're complimenting me, yes?
And I think that he is a dimwitted person.
How can you distract a man with a random phrase after a minute silence?
And I think this is a cheap trick.
Well...
Fine.
Maybe you can tell something else?
You understand, I like your stories, they are somehow enthralling, I don't know.
What do you find enthralling when one man kills another?
Well...
What is enthralling?
Do you find the ideas of greed, anger, hate, death, blood enthralling?
Well, it's an infinite story.
For example, what is enthralling in the story when a bankrupt landowner kills his wife, step daughters a year apart?
He poisoned them with arsenic.
When he got caught he said that one of them had died because of whooping cough and the second one from a snake's bite.
And?
It appeared that there was a spica in it, they are not harmful, and it was all for an inheritance.
Do you find this story enthralling?
What do you think, is it to you or to me?
A man, about , in a big hurry.
Though he doesn't have a leg.
- Doctor, you wrote the handicapped get discounts
- Small!
Water!
Water!
Hot water!
- Legs!
Help me.
- Go.
- Careful.
Look at me!
Look at me!
Breathe, breathe, breathe!
Give me the box.
No, this one, with scissors, scissors!
Look at me!
Look at me!
- The end...
- Small!
- a draw-well...
He said he's your friend.
Open the door!
It's the police!
In the name of the Queen!
Open, it's the police!
What to do?
We need to open the door, otherwise he will break it.
Open the door!
I know you're home!
Take away the dog!
So, Holmes, where is he?
Who do you mean?
That gentleman with a ripped belly who left this bloody track from very Stroud Green to your door.
What is it on your hands, eh?
Doctor is operating I'm assisting him.
You don't need to show the way.
He was carrying something in his hands.
- He had - He had nothing.
Can I ask what actually happened?
No, because I will be asking now!
Who is this man?
Do you know him?
How did he get here?
It's Peter Small, he Peter Small.
That's how he introduced himself when he asked Mr. Watson for help Mr. Watson, if you haven't forgotten, is a doctor.
Is he that good that this poor man hopped to him from Stroud Green on one leg, so he would give his soul to the god under his supervision?
Do you want me to believe it?
Here, look at this.
"Baker Street, discounts for veterans and the disabled." So you're claiming this is the first time you've seen this man?
Yes, inspector.
Watson, what can you say?
Yes, for the first time.
Sir, nothing was found.
Inspector Higgins, call for a catafalque.
Yes, sir.
I will probably need you for testification.
Go!
Well, I want to get any explanation from you.
Who was this Peter Small?
I can't.
I can't, doctor.
Look at me.
- Don't make agreements!
Begin!
- No, no, no.
- I can't.
- Look at me!
Begin!
Rock, paper, scissors, and a draw-well's also needed, one, two, three!
One more time!
- I can't, doctor.
- Look!
Rock, paper, scissors, and a draw-well's also needed, one, two, three!
You're cunning!
Do it one more time!
Listen!
Doctor!
Listen.
Don't make agreements!
Rock, paper, scissors, and a draw-well's also needed, one, two, three!
You decided it yourself, eh!
Go.
- Wait!
Wait!
He won't run away!
- Doctor!
- Doctor!
Doctor!
- He won't run away!
- Doctor!
- He won't!
Wait!
They had only one pair of shackles.
and we were two.
Also, amm*nit*on, knifes, as much as you want, but only one shackles two.
Calm down.
Calm down, Calm down, doctor, it becomes difficult to understand you.
So they proposed to cast lots.
A freedom of choice.
Tell me about this man in more detail.
Lieutenant Small...
from Liverpool...
so, an open guy, had a wife... died...
moved to our regiment because of phthisis may be.
We went through a lot.
That's why you hid the bowl in the cupboard?
But I don't think that these gems and gold are his belongings.
No doubt if Lestrade found them he would accuse him of robbery.
But I can't believe it!
I can't believe that Small could commit a crime.
If I were you I would hide this in a more interesting place.
I'm sure that in less than an hour Lestrade will bring his people in here and they will turn the house upside down.
The only good thing is the grannies will move out.
A fifth search this year, they won't handle this.
But if he did something against the law?
We need to give it back.
We need to give it to Lestrade.
- No way.
- What?
We will go to St. Mark's orphanage.
Your friend has a child.
Take a pair of scissors with you.
Do you know, John, that every orphanage has its own colour?
Here, yellow, blue and white are the colours of St. Mark's orphanage.
Children craft these ribbons on holydays for their relatives.
So the scissors will be a great gift for crafting.
Holmes, I absolutely can't talk to children.
Do you need to talk differently to them?
Another bloody crime!
A g*ng of cabmen!
Chronicle!
- Read the Chronicle!
- Catch!
- Read the Chronicle!
Another bloody m*rder!
- Strange, strange, strange case.
A carriage is missing, a g*ng of cabmen is the suspect.
That's silly.
What's silly?
Everything.
He wasn't a cabman.
Small couldn't take part in this.
He couldn't.
As I know, you haven't met each other for three years.
Three years.
He wasn't a cabman.
He was a cabman.
There was a pretty old callus between his forefinger and middle finger.
- So what does it mean?
- Take a look at cabmen's hands.
His boot soles weren't worn even though the leather is pretty old.
Is it true cabmen very rarely walk on their feet?
By the way, what time is it?
The orphanage opens at .
Alright, fine.
Fine, let's say he was a cabman.
Quarter to ten.
But maybe Small was trying to save the jewelry and paid for it?
My condolences, your brother has died.
Also, you have examined Small, what can you say about the wound?
Well, I don't want to judge, I didn't do the autopsy.
But you are an army doctor, you've seen a lot of wounds.
What was it inflicted with?
I don't know.
Something long, narrow...
- an epee.
- Here!
Eh eh good day miss.
Eh eh could we eh eh talk with your immediate superiors and tell that mister eh Sherlock Holmes and John eh Watson are willing to eh talk.
Good day, gentlemen!
Can I help you?
- Eh, yes.
- Lucie, go to other children.
Lucie, do you want a whipping?
Go to the children.
We want to meet with a child who has to do with Peter Small.
Mary Small, his daughter.
It's her visiting day today.
- Are we not the first ones?
- You are the third.
Right now one gentleman came to talk with Mary.
- Lead us, lead.
- Did something happen?
No, we hope nothing happened.
In the morning the coworkers of Mr. Small came, but they were probably looking for him, because to be honest, we are looking for him as well, because he owes us pounds for months.
Rock, paper, scissors, one, two, three...
- Did they introduce themselves?
Of course they did.
We are very strict with this.
- Who are they?
- I forgot.
Come here.
I lost.
Now, one, two, three, four, five, six...
- Mary, what are doing?
- Excuse us, we are playing like that.
- Tad?
- John?
- Aesculapius - Tad!
- John!
Jooohn!
Miss Mary, this is for you.
Give it to me.
I will put it in your nightstand.
I will leave you for a minute.
Sherlock Holmes.
- Tad.
Thaddeus Sholto, my savior.
Our savior.
- Stop it.
Glad, glad.
How did you get here?
We came here to visit Miss Mary.
Where is Peter?
He asked us to visit her.
He doesn't have time now.
Yes, I'm looking for him as well.
Do you know where he is?
His address, where does he live?
In the same place.
- Where?
- Same place.
Are you dad's acquainted?
Mary, we're not just acquainted, we... we are dad's friends.
- When did he visit you?
- Yesterday.
He was so sad.
Sad?
He didn't say why?
No.
I'm sorry, just a minute.
John!
How long have you been looking for him?
Two days.
We are going to organize a meeting for the regiment's veterans.
"Beat the drum, play the trumpet, slash the enemy, prick the enemy!" John, I remember.
By the way, we invited Dr.
Watson, lieutenant, did you receive the invitation?
- Yes.
Oh, no, no, I... no - How come?
I must tell you one thing.
John told me you saved him and Peter Small from the captivity.
What are you saying, it was just a military operation.
John is the hero, he's the one who saved Peter.
You can't even imagine: in these wild conditions he had to amputate, to treat the wound, to saw it up, to not allow the blood poisoning to happen, this is...
by the way, I saw Small, he still runs so fast on his stump...
- You know, Peter...
- He's still treating his leg.
Our humid climate reminds him of it,
- climate..
- I will guess now.
This is daddy, yes?
This is Mr. Morstan, he visited me today with Mr. Briggs.
Here is Briggs, and here is Mr. Sholto.
Where are you, Mr. Watson?
Mary, can I look at this photograph?
Look, it is me indeed.
Watson, and Watson is a doctor, he was studying at that time at the University of London.
- Briggs, Kudrow.
- Briggs!
- Karpinsky, died near Kandahar.
- Yes.
Who is this?
- I don't know.
- I don't remember, a professor or something.
Look, young, happy.
How long ago was it all?
Another life...
Another life...
You know, a soldier has two lives: One is before the w*r,
- and another is after.
- The doctor is right, Mary, but sadly there are unfortunates like Karpinsky who have only one life - before the w*r.
Can we take this photograph?
No, it's mine.
Do you want a whipping?
Holmes!
- Fine, but for some time.
- We should go.
What?
Go.
Go, the cab is waiting, go tell him to wait longer.
- Wait...
- Let's go together.
We will come.
What is you... no, of course go, go...I will wait for you here
- I can't talk to children myself, but you!
Listen, children are actually easy to talk to, but your captain...
What about the captain?
It seems to me that he arrived suspiciously on time.
Listen, it's Sholto, it's my friend, it's an officer in the end, Holmes.
I'll remember now.
Thanks, you've waited long enough.
Go, doctor, go.
Go!
- Do you have a g*n with you?
- No.
But what's happening?
We are kidnapped.
Webley, MK .
Alive?
I think MK .
How mant times have you saved my life, captain?
I don't know how to thank you.
- Stop it.
- But no...
There!
Morstan.
How did I not recognize him?
Who usually pays attention to cabmen?
Morstan.
- You were right, MK .
- Yeah.
By the way, how did you get here?
I was coming after you.
Small died.
- What are you saying?
When?
How?
- Died right in my hands this morning.
An interesting construction.
Blood stains on the floor, thoroughly washed out.
What are you looking for in there?
Doesn't matter.
"Dr. John H. Watson opens up a medical practice, discounts for veterans and the disabled, Baker Street two two one B", can you drive a carriage?
Holmes, why are you in such a hurry?
When we were going to the orphanage, they were standing on the opposite side of the house and waiting!
Watson, where did you put the loot?
Mrs. Hudson.
Holmes, go faster!
Faster!
Mrs. Husdon!
where are you Mrs. Hudson, are you alive?
Where are you?
What?
My god!
- God!
Watson.
There, there, what is it?
- Are you alright?
- Watson, I got so scared.
Watson, check the bowl.
They found the bowl, but still turned the flat from the inside out.
When did it happen?
As soon as you left.
I didn't think there would be that many guests.
How many?
Three.
Have you managed to look at them, no?
Not really.
Think.
Now...
look, was there anybody from them?
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
This one.
Where?
Here.
- And this one!
- Briggs!
- Kudrow.
And the third one?
The third?
- I don't remember the third one because I hid in the closet.
- And it's right.
In the closet?
They didn't look in the closet?
- They did, - and what?
- but I hid behind the door.
- Good.
They came very close, it was very very scary.
I can imagine.
What is happening here?
Drink, drink.
You know, when Small came to me with his guts out already, he brought a whole bowl of jewelry.
Mr. Sholto!
Mr. Sholto, who is this man?
You asked already.
And you didn't remember.
Eeh, so...
I think he was teaching physics, I think, from Oxford.
So...
Stop, wait, you want to say that
- Small, and Briggs, and Kudrow...
- But, but, but, I, what...
Small died.
I told you!
- Where did he get the jewelry from?
But how do I know?
He was saving someone's jewelry, I don't, but I don't believe I... the officer could do.
Officer Briggs, officer Kudrow, officer Morstan, here they are!
They were in despair, I don't know, they were, they were poor, they were always borrowing money.
Poverty is not an excuse, doctor.
But how?
So you know that all three were sentenced for marauding?
No.
No?
I vouched for them.
So there is my fault in this as well.
That's it, Mrs. Hudson!
That's it!
Mrs. Hudson, it has gone too far!
Either you throw out these gentlemen right now or we're packing.
Them or us!
Mr. Watson, call a cab, please.
Too much honour.
They will walk!
It's not for them, it's for you.
But we didn't plan to go anywhere.
You are, you wanted to leave.
- But only in case
- if Holmes and Watson will stay here.
- Yes.
They'll stay.
You've lost your mind!
Fine, no, but fine, fine...
Left without tenants!
- They paid for the flat on time.
- I understand.
Mrs. Hudson, I understand everything.
I understand that my duty in this situation is to leave this hospitable house.
Don't you dare!
Mrs. Bockley and Mrs. Softly are leaving, and now you want you want to leave me with this Mr. Holmes.
I, I , Mrs. Hudson, I understand, but Mrs. Bockley and Mrs.
Mrs. Hudson.
Mr. Watson is ready to rent the freed two rooms and to pay for them months in advance.
I owe Dr. Watson for some service.
How much?
pounds.
But I won't allow them in there.
They destroyed the whole house already.
Here's , and let them live even in the basement.
Captain of Her Majesty.
Thaddeus Sholto.
Mrs. Hudson.
What a woman!
Is she a widow?
Watson, I don't recognize you!
She is not indifferent to you, can't you see?
You misunderstood.
He doesn't notice, or acts like it.
Believe me I know what I'm talking about.
I've seen so many women in my life, different: Africans, Eastern, European ones.
How did you talk to the Eastern ones if they always wear paranjas?
Mr. Holmes, if there's a woman, an officer will always find a way how to talk to her.
What can you say, Watson?
But listen, we are civilized people, what...
Sholto You know, Holmes, that Englishmen tear off weaver's fingers in India, so Indian silk won't be a competitor to our manufactures?
Here is your civilization.
Ah, John, I am so happy to see you!
Almost two years have passed.
I expect you in my house this evening with no excuses.
I'm sure we have something to talk about.
Mr. Watson!
"Discounts for veterans and the disabled."
- Yes.
Do you print out photographs?
- Of course, sir.
Could you, please, print this one.
Excellent.
Just a photograph?
No, and the text.
- "Lieutenant Peter Small..."
- "...wishes to meet his friends..."
Yes, the date and address.
And even the time.
- Yes.
- Excellent.
And just one moment, I would like to take the photograph back right after.
Then you'll have to wait, sir.
Hey, you, haven't you mistaken a place?
Why did you come here?
Call this beardy one.
Mr. Holmes!
I didn't recognize you from far away.
Mr. Holmes, do you want to become our brother cabman?
Are you free?
You know yourself, freedom is not about us, Mr. Holmes.
Tell me, whose cab is it?
I think Morstan's, but he's not from this cabstand, sir.
From which one?
On Baker Street, near the underground.
I drove this cab across the whole city for nothing then.
Are you looking for Morstan?
I haven't seen him since yesterday, Mr. Holmes.
I'm looking for his den.
Then it wasn't for nothing.
I will show you.
Please sit down.
Don't hurry, Mr. Holmes.
Well, I've read your manuscript, but I wasn't surprised.
I want to confess that there are as many cliches, as stylistic errors in it.
For example?
Let's take this: "Beat the drum, play the trumpet, slash the enemy, prick the enemy" Yes, but what's wrong in there?
My dear author, can't you hear it?
If it was for example "Beat the drum, play the trumpet, slash the turban, prick the enemy" Excuse me, but why a turban?
You know, the point is that...
you can chop off a turban, as it says, only with a head.
So you made it like a turban should be chopped off somehow, separately from the head, like...
I agree, well, I agree.
But work on the rhythm, and also.
Listen, do you want to become a second Kipling?
When the first one is already out of fashion.
You see, a reader wants some fresh air.
A cute love story with a horrible bloody crime at the end, and then pages investigating the crime I think, it's really interesting, maybe.
You see, Charles Dickens, for example, wasn't averse to writing a detective plot, Wilkie Collins, Charlotte Bronte at least.
How much?
What how much?
How much should I pay you so you will print out my poem?
- On the front page,
- in the middle, in the end?
- On the front page.
pounds.
Take it.
Oh well, how much do you take for, let's say, detective stories?
We pay for them, sir.
All good, sir, the day after tomorrow your notice will appear on the second page.
Thank you, can you give me my photograph back?
I left it in the room.
So go there.
It's closed now, sir.
I need my photograph.
But I told you it's impossible.
Listen, I am an invalid, and even if I k*ll you nobody will ask me, so...
You don't need to worry that much, sir, here is your photograph untouched and saved, sorry.
Why would you need it?
I don't, I don't,
- there was one visitor, he liked it
- Where is he?
He offered money, here, he was standing in the corridor.
Sir, sir, please forgive me.
And Morstan, Kudrow, Briggs, Williams, do you know them?
I don't know Williams, sir, and these three here are their bunks together, but I haven't seen them for three days.
Maybe they are working, or maybe they're found another shelter, but their things are here.
Who knows where they are, sir.
I wouldn't go anywhere from here, let well enough alone, and it's not for my age.
And freedom is not about us.
They are the same.
Do you wear uniforms now?
What uniform, sir?
What's the name of this cabstand?
We don't have a cabstand, sir, our owner is fat Fitcher.
Our guys often say "Went off to Fitcher" Fitcher is an alright man, sir, he was a cabman himself, he doesn't allow anyone to harm us and doesn't take that much, but he shortens us on coal, it's cold during the night, sir, but warm places.
- They are the same.
- Are not about us.
Yes.
All of us have it, sir.
Small was doing it for us for pennies each, even though the same one costs in the store.
A good thing, comfortable and practical, but with one flaw.
What?
You said it yourself, they are the same.
What have they done?
I noticed you are very curious.
Curiosity is about us, sir, it's our job, you know, we see so much every day.
And John says, "Sholto", he says, "you sit here and wait for me, I will run to my tent, because the threads finished while I was mending you.".
Imagine he says "Excuse me, do you have some threads?".
Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, it was left by my housekeeper.
I remember, another case...
Thaddeus, let's say, if you paid for our housing let me at least check you.
There's no need, doctor.
Everything is fine.
We will see now.
Holmes, are you fine with it?
Because we will undress now.
So, John, do you remember which ones are yours?
Yes, yes, yes.
Look, Mr. Holmes, it's the burden of a white man.
That's how I call them.
From time immemorial we were bringing our civilization to the East.
If we won't impose our culture on them, they will impose theirs.
The crusaders destroyed and burned cities of Saracen, and the Saracen... you know what the Saracen did to us?
Inhale.
Hold it.
Exhale.
That's what I'm saying, look at Small, for example.
No, colonial Kipling was right when talked about the east and the west.
John and I are the same crusaders, aren't we, John?
As well as Morstan and Briggs, Kudrow Yes.
So what?
- The mitral valve.
- The mitral valve.
Yes, you need to exercise, exercise.
We were taught how to fight and were taught it well.
The people you met are not just a g*ng of cabmen, these are people who can k*ll, and they didn't do it once.
John, I think it's my duty to go with you.
- You know why?
- Why?
Because an officer can be judged only by another officer.
The crosses on the graves of our friends will become the base of the European civilization in these wild mountains.
It was always like that.
The Indian invention works here as well.
According to Muslim traditions they have to bury the dead before dawn, but there's nobody to bury.
Please don't, captain.
Then k*ll them yourself.
I can't, I'm a doctor.
Ted, we are civilized people.
But I can.
Help.
Small.
So what, Afghans?
Let's play, eh?
Let's play?
If you win we will free you, eh?
Rock, paper, scissors and the draw-well's also needed, eh?
Rumors about the arrival of the Indian prince incognito!
A g*ng of cabmen terrifies whole of London!
Rumors about the arrival of the Indian prince incognito!
A g*ng of cabmen terrifies whole of London!
A lady is awaiting for you.
They cut it!
What?
Excuse me, what lady?
She didn't introduce herself.
You got old.
A little.
It suits you.
Oh well, just a blanket.
It's comfortable in here.
A bunch of different funny things.
It's so cute!
Where did you get if from?
You're next.
Even so?
What do you want?
- What, I can't visit an old
- No, you can't!
You can't.
What do you want?
Why did you come?
I came to say yes.
On what question?
The one you asked in Paris.
The other questions as well, pleadsů move away from the city with you?
Yes.
To be submissive?
Gentle?
Yes.
Loyal?
Yes.
Until death do us part.
Stop it.
Yes.
What do you want?
What?
I want you to stop being angry.
How many times do I have to plead you to forgive me?
You can't forgive the fact that I deceived you?
I can't forgive myself that I trusted you!
She wants to go away with me!
She again deceived a somewhat old rake and now she wants to go away with me!
But I'm not going anywhere!
Yes!
I need to go away.
Sherlock, I need to go away, really.
I will go away with you forever.
Please!
But but this is your pride, don't you understand?
I came here myself!
What else do you want?
I'm ready for anything, I agree to anything, just say.
If you want I will kneel.
C'mon.
Kneel.
Please!
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Excuse me, Mr. Holmes, are you alright?
Yes, don't worry.
Is this woman bothering you?
I said no.
This woman is leaving now.
Yes.
If you need my help, just tell, I will help, but won't ever play by your rules!
And I was ready to play by yours.
For my whole life.
Goodbye!
It's not my business, of course,
- but your acquaintance - No need, I know everything about her.
I wouldn't believe a single word she says.
Chop their hands off!
One moment, Holmes!
I urgently want to show you the photograph.
Look, they cut it.
They just cut it.
What?
What is this... what...
Do you not notice?
No, no I will show you.
What's happening?
Holmes, what's wrong?
- Holmes?
- A minute ago this photo was stolen from me.
Why?
My god, there are thousands of these photographs now.
And how does it matter?
It does matter.
Firstly, what will we give back to Mary Small, and secondly, this professor is the most important thing that this photograph has.
Hell with him!
The photograph is blurry anyway, and it's too late.
But you can't be that stupid, doctor!
I'm telling you this is the most important thing that the photograph has.
I'm not stupid.
And you are forgetting something.
Later, everything's later!
But wait, I'm going with you!
No!
Why not?
Because he's ashamed.
Of what?!
Because he is also human.
Soho!
Where?
It's silly.
I don't have anything anyway.
Where are you driving me to?
Tracey, are you together with the cabmen?
Lestrade won't like it.
Lestrade could not know anything.
Good afternoon, inspector.
Do you have doubts about me being law abiding again?
Do you have a warrant?
Go out.
So, what is it this time?
I asked inspector Lestrade to bring you in here, good afternoon, Sherlock.
Peter Small, the body of whom was taken by Lestrade this morning from your house, participated in a conspiracy against the queen.
The Indian prince was in the carriage they att*cked.
He secretly arrived in London to meet with her majesty.
We were preparing this meeting for three years.
Good afternoon, Mycroft, I am glad to see you as well.
I'm doing well.
Although I got ill last winter, but there was nothing serious, just a cold.
Sherlock, stop.
This meeting was supposed to decide the fate of our Indian colonies, plus the boy was only .
So what, the fate of the Indian colonies depends on a boy?
Rishvari Shah, Padishah's son, of the local princelings.
His father was one of the leaders of the Sepoy Rebellion of .
Then he was hiding with his family in Bengal, and the son was born and grew up somewhere in the mountains.
The father made a squad, he was attacking the railway, k*lling our patrols, robbing banks, giving out the gold to the poor.
He was like Robin Hood amongst the locals, they called him their raja.
A year and a half ago we managed to hunt down his family in Agra.
Everybody died during the fight except for the boy.
We brought him to London.
Yesterday evening we were driving him to the palace.
In the morning there should have been a meeting and signing of a peace agreement.
As the heir he could do it.
The cab stopped the carriage, then they att*cked, the prince was k*lled and the treasures stolen.
You said Peter Small participated in it, but why don't you think this was just a robbery?
This is Francis Carfas, a secret agent and my helper.
He was k*lled in Bombay a day before the departure of the ship with the boy on it.
The nature of the injury.
I need to look at Peter Small's body, inspector.
A very clever s*ab.
The blade touched the liver, went through the lung and hit the aorta, you understand?
Blood from the liver and blood from the aorta slowly filled the lungs and were pushing it outside.
No chances of survival.
A verrry clever s*ab.
An autopsy of Carfas wasn't made, but you can see the place and the form of the wound yourself.
The boy is already k*lled, how can I help?
The casket, Sherlock.
These were family jewels and relics of his kin.
They have to be fo und or done so that they will never float on the territory of the kingdom.
The white man's burden is hard, isn't it?
So, you were planning the meeting three years ago, a year and a half ago you m*rder*d the family.
Lestrade, what do you think, the m*rder of the whole family, kidnapping a little boy for acquisition inheritance, isn't it a crime?
Sometimes not.
Sometimes it's politics.
- Our target is to stop the m*ssacre in the colonies.
- Yes.
And Scotland Yard, of course, is not dormant.
We've taken two.
They are giving their testimonies now.
Interesting, whom?
Here are the darlings.
So, you robbed the carriage of the Indian prince?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
And k*lled him?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
And his wife?
Exactly, sir.
And his kids as well?
We.
Yes, sir.
ůhave k*lled them, sir.
Yes.
Wife?
What wife?
- Barckley!
- I'm listening, sir.
You're a bad listener.
Idiots!
Whom did you take?
- Sorry, sir.
- Get out!
- Yes, sir.
Surely you'll have to free and apologize to these people.
Now we are stuck.
I can help you.
So Max Dale... died near Kashavar.
The poor man got his eyes gouged out and then his head chopped off.
I've been to his mother's house in Norfolk, to give her his medal.
Watson, let's let's row slower.
How is your wound?
Appears sometimes, always at the wrong time.
So, what happened to Gibbson?
Oooh, Gibbson...
Gibbson lost his arm near Kandahar.
Now lives in Liverpool,
- recently had triplets.
- Yes?
A half.
Another half an hour.
A bad position.
- Your friend, Mr. Holmes
- He will definitely come.
- He definitely
- Who is he?
A scientist.
He studies deduction.
Never heard of it.
So many new sciences appeared while we were fighting.
Did he serve somewhere?
He's a full civilian, and he doesn't like the military.
Small?
You said he died.
Peter Small died, but Briggs and Kudrow don't know anything about it.
And this... this is Holmes.
Didn't learn how to fill the pipe properly.
Small?
Peter, is that you?
A bad position.
Small, is that you?
It's not Small!
Where is the gold?
Holmes!
Holmes!
I'm alive!
They'll k*ll us.
A bad position.
They're on the left!
Don't go there!
Watson!
Watson, do you have an attack again?
Fire, me and Holmes will be rowing.
Go in the boat!
Quickly, quickly!
Watson, what's the time?
Do you hear, it's police!
Go!
: Fire!
Watson.
Wait I see, sir... sighting range!
Go - They're far away.
Go!
- I have only three b*ll*ts.
Holmes, tell me, how did you learn about my brother's death from the watch?
It's not the right moment, Watson!
Agreed.
Captain Smith.
Captain... Grimpson.
Everyone from the photograph?
Fire, goddamit!
- No, not everyone.
Smith.
Grimpson, fire!
Yes, sir!
Grimpson.
Holmes, are you alright?
Watson!
Where's Watson?
Watson!
John!
Hold on to the boat.
Alive.
Are you alive?
Raise your hands!
It's the police!
They weren't two.
Good we came in time.
You think it was in time?
Exactly.
Where are the treasures?
Don't worry, they won't float.
You don't live a boring life, Watson!
Sorry.
We need to see each other more often.
Today at six, remember?
Yes, another half an hour in the fresh air and you'll definitely get pneumonia with your...
Doctor...
...you are always a doctor.
The cabs arrived!
Be careful, Gregson, you will fall into the water.
Thank you.
Today at six, please come Did they apologize to you?
If you call a kick in the ass an apology then yes, many times and honestly!
And how's the fat guy?
He lost a lot of weight since that time, but he's alive You're trembling.
Do you need a plaid?
No, I'm not cold.
I shot people today.
You're very good at sh**ting.
It's Small's pipe.
It was in this pocket.
It's his clothes.
Look, what an interesting wound!
The blade was thin, inches in length, it pierced the liver, went through the lungs, and ended its way in the very aorta.
I will disappoint you, but your friend Small indeed, with Kudrow, Morstan, and Briggs, robbed the carriage, k*lled a year old Indian boy.
You can't even imagine how interesting and twisted this story is.
I haven't understood everything in it yet, but I'm sure I will go till the end.
Are you with me?
I understand your feelings.
I don't think you understand.
No, thanks.
I'm not with you.
I...
I need to go home... take a bath...
I'm afraid of getting a cold.
Stop!
We're here.
Am I free, sir?
Mr. Holmes, why do you need to walk on the floor with these wet shoes?
Was it raining today?
Where did you get wet today?
It's absolutely contraindicated for Venus to wet its feet in the phase of Aquarius.
Do you want tea?
No, thanks.
And you, Mr. Watson, do you want tea?
No, thanks.
Doctor, are you sure you don't want to come?
No.
Do you want me to tell you how I learned about your brother's death by your watch?
No.
Fine.
I will do it during dinner.
Mrs. Hudson, what are we having for dinner today?
Dinner.
Welcome.
Welcome.
So, Mr. Holmes, I would like to clear some details of this case before writing a report.
All the criminals are lying in my basement in a row.
This case is closed.
What are you interested in?
The loot.
Where is the treasure?
I told you everything.
That they won't float?
I believe it ...but ...not really.
Tracey, close the door and don't allow anybody to come in.
Yes, sir And now let's be honest.
Where are they?
They're gone.
Lestrade, you are disturbing me in catching the criminal, whose task is to stop the peace with the rebels from happening, and he doesn't give a damn about the treasure, and you know it.
Of course he's against it Your inferences seem to me absurd and no more than that.
And I think you try really hard to take us away from the sudden disappearance of the treasure.
I think so you can take it yourself at the right moment.
Want to change my mind?
Try!
He organized it all.
He mortally wounded Small, even though he could've k*lled him.
He left the treasure for him, even though he could have taken it.
Why?
Not clear.
He organized it all so all the attackers are in your basement now, as you said, "in a row".
They're all k*lled, right?
This person recently came from India, he knew all the dead and he is a retired officer!
Stop your tales.
Where is the treasure?
In the Thames.
Small told me before he died that he threw them under Lambeth bridge.
The criminal wanted Small to die on the street, so the treasures could be found and immediately would spread across the market.
Trust me, I'm not sure, I know it.
No, you don't, it's your guess I don't think you can tell me the name of this person.
Thaddeus.
Sholto.
Mr. Watson, I decided to make you some tea.
Thank you, later.
Mr. Watson, can you help me to move the cupboard in the kitchen?
I can't do it alone.
With pleasure, but later Mr. Watson!
You are going to Mr. Sholto, right?
He said this scarf was forgotten by a lady.
It's an expensive Indian silk with the symbols of a ritual.
These things are not for sale, it's a trophy!
London ladies don't use Indian lotus and Muscat as perfume!
All the attackers had experience in fighting, all of them were retired military men, you know it very well, and I'm sure, I bet Sholto was serving with every one of them at different times, and if I were you I would organize surveillance for him!
Why?
We can arrest him and interrogate him well.
He will rat on all his helpers.
If there are any, of course.
Watson.
He is not a good person.
How do you know?
Mr. Holmes needs to jump around roofs and collect cigarette ends to know it.
But I'm a woman.
Please stay.
I can't.
But why?
Because an officer can be judged only by another officer.
Watson, are you going on a parade?
Attention!
Lieutenant Watson is proud of his medals.
Why does anybody find this funny?
You better raise your arms, how many of you were mended by our great Jo?
How many people he saved!
It's good you came, John.
Sit at any table, I'm coming.
Captain Mate!
Captian Sholto!
I, lieutenant John Watson, according to the law and traditions of Her Majesty's army, challenge you to a duel.
As an officer to another officer.
John, is it a joke?
Also I'm asking anybody from the present here, the ones who know me well, to be my second.
Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!
Let me know for what?
For the m*rder of the Indian boy.
Indian?
You want to k*ll me for an Indian?
I saved your life recently, do you remember?
If you didn't know, I k*lled Indians with my hands, and for England's business I'm ready to k*ll even more.
As well any of the people present here.
Isn't it true gentlemen?
Why did we fertilize India with the bones of our fellow soldiers?
So they!
they-they would come to England?
They filled everything in here!
They live in our houses, they trade on our markets, they slaughter their rams right on my street!
They even dance and pray on our squares!
Is this called tolerance?
Is this what we were fighting for, John?
Now the queen wants to be kind.
She builds hospitals and schools for them, so they would be literate.
Why does a savage need to be literate?
He doesn't need it in the field.
A literate savage crawls here, in England, he wants to clean toilets here, wash floors and clean our shoes, and soon there will be more of them than us!
In every family, so you know, they have - people, they spawn like rats.
and we are against this tolerance and this fertility.
The question is easy, John: either we have them, or they - us.
Gentlemen, who wants to be lieutenant Watson's second in this duel?
We are bringing civilization to the east, we don't allow our culture to get destroyed, our belief, our traditions.
We are Anglo-Saxons!
It's our duty and our burden!
The white man's burden.
There's police out there.
Open up!
It's the police!
Open in the name of Her Majesty!
Hatred is your culture.
m*rder of women and children are your traditions.
Your patriotism, captain, is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
In this case.
I challenge you to a duel for the m*rder of lieutenant Small.
Show me your walking stick.
Your stick, Sholto!
You convinced your fellows of this m*rder, and then you k*lled them as well, one after another.
These were your fighting friends.
These are casualties, gentlemen.
They are inevitable, as you know.
We are all casualties with you.
Who wants to be my second?
We need to break the door.
They'll k*ll Watson.
- Break the door!
- Break!
- A ram!
Quickly!
Quickly!
Watson You're just in time, gentlemen.
Come in quickly.
Go.
Don't move!
It's the police!
We had a friendly party and Mr. Sholto shot himself And you are all witnesses, right?
- Yes.
- Dear officers.
Watson, give me our g*n.
Where is your g*n?
I have Mr. Watson's g*n.
I'm an armorer, he asked to check his peen.
Sir.
Who also has a w*apon with them?
Write so: su1c1de I don't want to hear your tales anymore.
The carriage was att*cked by a g*ng of cabmen, they began a fight because of the treasure, Scotland Yard managed to neutralize them.
and Sholto just shot himself.
Right, Mr. Watson?
Sholto was doing this on someone's order.
He couldn't.
Police have got enough work without your fantasies.
Have a nice day.
Gregson, let's go.
You will be called if there's a need to.
Oh, Holmes, thanks for the help.
One thing in this story is still a secret for me: Why did Irene Adler steal the photograph?
Yes, there's something left.
I had to give it to Lestrade.
Are you mad?
No way.
Believe me, Small threw out all the treasure into the Thames.
Do you know how much one pearl costs?
pounds in gold, no less.
You can have it if you want.
I know who needs it more.
Let's go!
And on the way, John, I will tell you how I learned about your brother's death by this watch!
You think children need to know the truth?
Here, Mary.
These gentlemen want to tell you something.
- Maybe you?
- Fine.
Mary.
Your father, lieutenant Peter Small...
went to America.
On the way his ship got into...
a storm, but...
everybody drowned...
almost.
Your daddy survived.
But why didn't he say goodbye before leaving?
Because he didn't want to upset you.
Yes?
Yes Where are you scissors?
- In my nightstand.
- Bring them.
- Why, gentlemen?
- I couldn't.
I couldn't.
Doctor.
Here.
Daddy sent you a present.
Now, don't look.
We aren't looking.
Close your eyes.
Open.
Do you like it?
It's your future And every year your father will send you one pearl so you can live and study in this beautiful orphanage.
We should go.
- Yes.
- A cab is waiting.
Yes Sir, can I ask you?
Yes, sure.
Can you play with me?
Like Mr. Sholto did?
Of course.
How?
Rock, paper, scissors, for flicks.
I will be counting.
Rock, paper, scissors, and a bottle of lemonade, and a box of chocolates, and a plate of jam, and a screwdriver's also needed, pencil, fire, water, one, two, three!
Rock, paper, scissors.
There wasn't an end to his energy.
His eyes were sharp and piercing, if you didn't count the periods of stupor in which he was falling from time to time, his hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of an extraordinary delicacy of touch as I frequently had the occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments.
Somebody may set me down as a hopeless busybody when I confess how much this man stimulated my curiosity and how often I endeavored to break through the reticence which he showed on all that concerned himself.
Sherlock Holmes.
It's an ambush!
Story two.
Rock, paper, scissors.
Come in, come in, sit down.
I will attach and no sign will be left.
So, and continuing our so-called, yes, previous talk, you know, you do it way too easy.
Wait.
You remind me Dupin in this the stories of Edgar Allan Poe, have you read them?
So I think such characters could be, oh, I don't know, only in novels, only in...
Doctor, you are comparing me to Dupin.
You think you're complimenting me, yes?
And I think that he is a dimwitted person.
How can you distract a man with a random phrase after a minute silence?
And I think this is a cheap trick.
Well...
Fine.
Maybe you can tell something else?
You understand, I like your stories, they are somehow enthralling, I don't know.
What do you find enthralling when one man kills another?
Well...
What is enthralling?
Do you find the ideas of greed, anger, hate, death, blood enthralling?
Well, it's an infinite story.
For example, what is enthralling in the story when a bankrupt landowner kills his wife, step daughters a year apart?
He poisoned them with arsenic.
When he got caught he said that one of them had died because of whooping cough and the second one from a snake's bite.
And?
It appeared that there was a spica in it, they are not harmful, and it was all for an inheritance.
Do you find this story enthralling?
What do you think, is it to you or to me?
A man, about , in a big hurry.
Though he doesn't have a leg.
- Doctor, you wrote the handicapped get discounts
- Small!
Water!
Water!
Hot water!
- Legs!
Help me.
- Go.
- Careful.
Look at me!
Look at me!
Breathe, breathe, breathe!
Give me the box.
No, this one, with scissors, scissors!
Look at me!
Look at me!
- The end...
- Small!
- a draw-well...
He said he's your friend.
Open the door!
It's the police!
In the name of the Queen!
Open, it's the police!
What to do?
We need to open the door, otherwise he will break it.
Open the door!
I know you're home!
Take away the dog!
So, Holmes, where is he?
Who do you mean?
That gentleman with a ripped belly who left this bloody track from very Stroud Green to your door.
What is it on your hands, eh?
Doctor is operating I'm assisting him.
You don't need to show the way.
He was carrying something in his hands.
- He had - He had nothing.
Can I ask what actually happened?
No, because I will be asking now!
Who is this man?
Do you know him?
How did he get here?
It's Peter Small, he Peter Small.
That's how he introduced himself when he asked Mr. Watson for help Mr. Watson, if you haven't forgotten, is a doctor.
Is he that good that this poor man hopped to him from Stroud Green on one leg, so he would give his soul to the god under his supervision?
Do you want me to believe it?
Here, look at this.
"Baker Street, discounts for veterans and the disabled." So you're claiming this is the first time you've seen this man?
Yes, inspector.
Watson, what can you say?
Yes, for the first time.
Sir, nothing was found.
Inspector Higgins, call for a catafalque.
Yes, sir.
I will probably need you for testification.
Go!
Well, I want to get any explanation from you.
Who was this Peter Small?
I can't.
I can't, doctor.
Look at me.
- Don't make agreements!
Begin!
- No, no, no.
- I can't.
- Look at me!
Begin!
Rock, paper, scissors, and a draw-well's also needed, one, two, three!
One more time!
- I can't, doctor.
- Look!
Rock, paper, scissors, and a draw-well's also needed, one, two, three!
You're cunning!
Do it one more time!
Listen!
Doctor!
Listen.
Don't make agreements!
Rock, paper, scissors, and a draw-well's also needed, one, two, three!
You decided it yourself, eh!
Go.
- Wait!
Wait!
He won't run away!
- Doctor!
- Doctor!
Doctor!
- He won't run away!
- Doctor!
- He won't!
Wait!
They had only one pair of shackles.
and we were two.
Also, amm*nit*on, knifes, as much as you want, but only one shackles two.
Calm down.
Calm down, Calm down, doctor, it becomes difficult to understand you.
So they proposed to cast lots.
A freedom of choice.
Tell me about this man in more detail.
Lieutenant Small...
from Liverpool...
so, an open guy, had a wife... died...
moved to our regiment because of phthisis may be.
We went through a lot.
That's why you hid the bowl in the cupboard?
But I don't think that these gems and gold are his belongings.
No doubt if Lestrade found them he would accuse him of robbery.
But I can't believe it!
I can't believe that Small could commit a crime.
If I were you I would hide this in a more interesting place.
I'm sure that in less than an hour Lestrade will bring his people in here and they will turn the house upside down.
The only good thing is the grannies will move out.
A fifth search this year, they won't handle this.
But if he did something against the law?
We need to give it back.
We need to give it to Lestrade.
- No way.
- What?
We will go to St. Mark's orphanage.
Your friend has a child.
Take a pair of scissors with you.
Do you know, John, that every orphanage has its own colour?
Here, yellow, blue and white are the colours of St. Mark's orphanage.
Children craft these ribbons on holydays for their relatives.
So the scissors will be a great gift for crafting.
Holmes, I absolutely can't talk to children.
Do you need to talk differently to them?
Another bloody crime!
A g*ng of cabmen!
Chronicle!
- Read the Chronicle!
- Catch!
- Read the Chronicle!
Another bloody m*rder!
- Strange, strange, strange case.
A carriage is missing, a g*ng of cabmen is the suspect.
That's silly.
What's silly?
Everything.
He wasn't a cabman.
Small couldn't take part in this.
He couldn't.
As I know, you haven't met each other for three years.
Three years.
He wasn't a cabman.
He was a cabman.
There was a pretty old callus between his forefinger and middle finger.
- So what does it mean?
- Take a look at cabmen's hands.
His boot soles weren't worn even though the leather is pretty old.
Is it true cabmen very rarely walk on their feet?
By the way, what time is it?
The orphanage opens at .
Alright, fine.
Fine, let's say he was a cabman.
Quarter to ten.
But maybe Small was trying to save the jewelry and paid for it?
My condolences, your brother has died.
Also, you have examined Small, what can you say about the wound?
Well, I don't want to judge, I didn't do the autopsy.
But you are an army doctor, you've seen a lot of wounds.
What was it inflicted with?
I don't know.
Something long, narrow...
- an epee.
- Here!
Eh eh good day miss.
Eh eh could we eh eh talk with your immediate superiors and tell that mister eh Sherlock Holmes and John eh Watson are willing to eh talk.
Good day, gentlemen!
Can I help you?
- Eh, yes.
- Lucie, go to other children.
Lucie, do you want a whipping?
Go to the children.
We want to meet with a child who has to do with Peter Small.
Mary Small, his daughter.
It's her visiting day today.
- Are we not the first ones?
- You are the third.
Right now one gentleman came to talk with Mary.
- Lead us, lead.
- Did something happen?
No, we hope nothing happened.
In the morning the coworkers of Mr. Small came, but they were probably looking for him, because to be honest, we are looking for him as well, because he owes us pounds for months.
Rock, paper, scissors, one, two, three...
- Did they introduce themselves?
Of course they did.
We are very strict with this.
- Who are they?
- I forgot.
Come here.
I lost.
Now, one, two, three, four, five, six...
- Mary, what are doing?
- Excuse us, we are playing like that.
- Tad?
- John?
- Aesculapius - Tad!
- John!
Jooohn!
Miss Mary, this is for you.
Give it to me.
I will put it in your nightstand.
I will leave you for a minute.
Sherlock Holmes.
- Tad.
Thaddeus Sholto, my savior.
Our savior.
- Stop it.
Glad, glad.
How did you get here?
We came here to visit Miss Mary.
Where is Peter?
He asked us to visit her.
He doesn't have time now.
Yes, I'm looking for him as well.
Do you know where he is?
His address, where does he live?
In the same place.
- Where?
- Same place.
Are you dad's acquainted?
Mary, we're not just acquainted, we... we are dad's friends.
- When did he visit you?
- Yesterday.
He was so sad.
Sad?
He didn't say why?
No.
I'm sorry, just a minute.
John!
How long have you been looking for him?
Two days.
We are going to organize a meeting for the regiment's veterans.
"Beat the drum, play the trumpet, slash the enemy, prick the enemy!" John, I remember.
By the way, we invited Dr.
Watson, lieutenant, did you receive the invitation?
- Yes.
Oh, no, no, I... no - How come?
I must tell you one thing.
John told me you saved him and Peter Small from the captivity.
What are you saying, it was just a military operation.
John is the hero, he's the one who saved Peter.
You can't even imagine: in these wild conditions he had to amputate, to treat the wound, to saw it up, to not allow the blood poisoning to happen, this is...
by the way, I saw Small, he still runs so fast on his stump...
- You know, Peter...
- He's still treating his leg.
Our humid climate reminds him of it,
- climate..
- I will guess now.
This is daddy, yes?
This is Mr. Morstan, he visited me today with Mr. Briggs.
Here is Briggs, and here is Mr. Sholto.
Where are you, Mr. Watson?
Mary, can I look at this photograph?
Look, it is me indeed.
Watson, and Watson is a doctor, he was studying at that time at the University of London.
- Briggs, Kudrow.
- Briggs!
- Karpinsky, died near Kandahar.
- Yes.
Who is this?
- I don't know.
- I don't remember, a professor or something.
Look, young, happy.
How long ago was it all?
Another life...
Another life...
You know, a soldier has two lives: One is before the w*r,
- and another is after.
- The doctor is right, Mary, but sadly there are unfortunates like Karpinsky who have only one life - before the w*r.
Can we take this photograph?
No, it's mine.
Do you want a whipping?
Holmes!
- Fine, but for some time.
- We should go.
What?
Go.
Go, the cab is waiting, go tell him to wait longer.
- Wait...
- Let's go together.
We will come.
What is you... no, of course go, go...I will wait for you here
- I can't talk to children myself, but you!
Listen, children are actually easy to talk to, but your captain...
What about the captain?
It seems to me that he arrived suspiciously on time.
Listen, it's Sholto, it's my friend, it's an officer in the end, Holmes.
I'll remember now.
Thanks, you've waited long enough.
Go, doctor, go.
Go!
- Do you have a g*n with you?
- No.
But what's happening?
We are kidnapped.
Webley, MK .
Alive?
I think MK .
How mant times have you saved my life, captain?
I don't know how to thank you.
- Stop it.
- But no...
There!
Morstan.
How did I not recognize him?
Who usually pays attention to cabmen?
Morstan.
- You were right, MK .
- Yeah.
By the way, how did you get here?
I was coming after you.
Small died.
- What are you saying?
When?
How?
- Died right in my hands this morning.
An interesting construction.
Blood stains on the floor, thoroughly washed out.
What are you looking for in there?
Doesn't matter.
"Dr. John H. Watson opens up a medical practice, discounts for veterans and the disabled, Baker Street two two one B", can you drive a carriage?
Holmes, why are you in such a hurry?
When we were going to the orphanage, they were standing on the opposite side of the house and waiting!
Watson, where did you put the loot?
Mrs. Hudson.
Holmes, go faster!
Faster!
Mrs. Husdon!
where are you Mrs. Hudson, are you alive?
Where are you?
What?
My god!
- God!
Watson.
There, there, what is it?
- Are you alright?
- Watson, I got so scared.
Watson, check the bowl.
They found the bowl, but still turned the flat from the inside out.
When did it happen?
As soon as you left.
I didn't think there would be that many guests.
How many?
Three.
Have you managed to look at them, no?
Not really.
Think.
Now...
look, was there anybody from them?
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
This one.
Where?
Here.
- And this one!
- Briggs!
- Kudrow.
And the third one?
The third?
- I don't remember the third one because I hid in the closet.
- And it's right.
In the closet?
They didn't look in the closet?
- They did, - and what?
- but I hid behind the door.
- Good.
They came very close, it was very very scary.
I can imagine.
What is happening here?
Drink, drink.
You know, when Small came to me with his guts out already, he brought a whole bowl of jewelry.
Mr. Sholto!
Mr. Sholto, who is this man?
You asked already.
And you didn't remember.
Eeh, so...
I think he was teaching physics, I think, from Oxford.
So...
Stop, wait, you want to say that
- Small, and Briggs, and Kudrow...
- But, but, but, I, what...
Small died.
I told you!
- Where did he get the jewelry from?
But how do I know?
He was saving someone's jewelry, I don't, but I don't believe I... the officer could do.
Officer Briggs, officer Kudrow, officer Morstan, here they are!
They were in despair, I don't know, they were, they were poor, they were always borrowing money.
Poverty is not an excuse, doctor.
But how?
So you know that all three were sentenced for marauding?
No.
No?
I vouched for them.
So there is my fault in this as well.
That's it, Mrs. Hudson!
That's it!
Mrs. Hudson, it has gone too far!
Either you throw out these gentlemen right now or we're packing.
Them or us!
Mr. Watson, call a cab, please.
Too much honour.
They will walk!
It's not for them, it's for you.
But we didn't plan to go anywhere.
You are, you wanted to leave.
- But only in case
- if Holmes and Watson will stay here.
- Yes.
They'll stay.
You've lost your mind!
Fine, no, but fine, fine...
Left without tenants!
- They paid for the flat on time.
- I understand.
Mrs. Hudson, I understand everything.
I understand that my duty in this situation is to leave this hospitable house.
Don't you dare!
Mrs. Bockley and Mrs. Softly are leaving, and now you want you want to leave me with this Mr. Holmes.
I, I , Mrs. Hudson, I understand, but Mrs. Bockley and Mrs.
Mrs. Hudson.
Mr. Watson is ready to rent the freed two rooms and to pay for them months in advance.
I owe Dr. Watson for some service.
How much?
pounds.
But I won't allow them in there.
They destroyed the whole house already.
Here's , and let them live even in the basement.
Captain of Her Majesty.
Thaddeus Sholto.
Mrs. Hudson.
What a woman!
Is she a widow?
Watson, I don't recognize you!
She is not indifferent to you, can't you see?
You misunderstood.
He doesn't notice, or acts like it.
Believe me I know what I'm talking about.
I've seen so many women in my life, different: Africans, Eastern, European ones.
How did you talk to the Eastern ones if they always wear paranjas?
Mr. Holmes, if there's a woman, an officer will always find a way how to talk to her.
What can you say, Watson?
But listen, we are civilized people, what...
Sholto You know, Holmes, that Englishmen tear off weaver's fingers in India, so Indian silk won't be a competitor to our manufactures?
Here is your civilization.
Ah, John, I am so happy to see you!
Almost two years have passed.
I expect you in my house this evening with no excuses.
I'm sure we have something to talk about.
Mr. Watson!
"Discounts for veterans and the disabled."
- Yes.
Do you print out photographs?
- Of course, sir.
Could you, please, print this one.
Excellent.
Just a photograph?
No, and the text.
- "Lieutenant Peter Small..."
- "...wishes to meet his friends..."
Yes, the date and address.
And even the time.
- Yes.
- Excellent.
And just one moment, I would like to take the photograph back right after.
Then you'll have to wait, sir.
Hey, you, haven't you mistaken a place?
Why did you come here?
Call this beardy one.
Mr. Holmes!
I didn't recognize you from far away.
Mr. Holmes, do you want to become our brother cabman?
Are you free?
You know yourself, freedom is not about us, Mr. Holmes.
Tell me, whose cab is it?
I think Morstan's, but he's not from this cabstand, sir.
From which one?
On Baker Street, near the underground.
I drove this cab across the whole city for nothing then.
Are you looking for Morstan?
I haven't seen him since yesterday, Mr. Holmes.
I'm looking for his den.
Then it wasn't for nothing.
I will show you.
Please sit down.
Don't hurry, Mr. Holmes.
Well, I've read your manuscript, but I wasn't surprised.
I want to confess that there are as many cliches, as stylistic errors in it.
For example?
Let's take this: "Beat the drum, play the trumpet, slash the enemy, prick the enemy" Yes, but what's wrong in there?
My dear author, can't you hear it?
If it was for example "Beat the drum, play the trumpet, slash the turban, prick the enemy" Excuse me, but why a turban?
You know, the point is that...
you can chop off a turban, as it says, only with a head.
So you made it like a turban should be chopped off somehow, separately from the head, like...
I agree, well, I agree.
But work on the rhythm, and also.
Listen, do you want to become a second Kipling?
When the first one is already out of fashion.
You see, a reader wants some fresh air.
A cute love story with a horrible bloody crime at the end, and then pages investigating the crime I think, it's really interesting, maybe.
You see, Charles Dickens, for example, wasn't averse to writing a detective plot, Wilkie Collins, Charlotte Bronte at least.
How much?
What how much?
How much should I pay you so you will print out my poem?
- On the front page,
- in the middle, in the end?
- On the front page.
pounds.
Take it.
Oh well, how much do you take for, let's say, detective stories?
We pay for them, sir.
All good, sir, the day after tomorrow your notice will appear on the second page.
Thank you, can you give me my photograph back?
I left it in the room.
So go there.
It's closed now, sir.
I need my photograph.
But I told you it's impossible.
Listen, I am an invalid, and even if I k*ll you nobody will ask me, so...
You don't need to worry that much, sir, here is your photograph untouched and saved, sorry.
Why would you need it?
I don't, I don't,
- there was one visitor, he liked it
- Where is he?
He offered money, here, he was standing in the corridor.
Sir, sir, please forgive me.
And Morstan, Kudrow, Briggs, Williams, do you know them?
I don't know Williams, sir, and these three here are their bunks together, but I haven't seen them for three days.
Maybe they are working, or maybe they're found another shelter, but their things are here.
Who knows where they are, sir.
I wouldn't go anywhere from here, let well enough alone, and it's not for my age.
And freedom is not about us.
They are the same.
Do you wear uniforms now?
What uniform, sir?
What's the name of this cabstand?
We don't have a cabstand, sir, our owner is fat Fitcher.
Our guys often say "Went off to Fitcher" Fitcher is an alright man, sir, he was a cabman himself, he doesn't allow anyone to harm us and doesn't take that much, but he shortens us on coal, it's cold during the night, sir, but warm places.
- They are the same.
- Are not about us.
Yes.
All of us have it, sir.
Small was doing it for us for pennies each, even though the same one costs in the store.
A good thing, comfortable and practical, but with one flaw.
What?
You said it yourself, they are the same.
What have they done?
I noticed you are very curious.
Curiosity is about us, sir, it's our job, you know, we see so much every day.
And John says, "Sholto", he says, "you sit here and wait for me, I will run to my tent, because the threads finished while I was mending you.".
Imagine he says "Excuse me, do you have some threads?".
Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, it was left by my housekeeper.
I remember, another case...
Thaddeus, let's say, if you paid for our housing let me at least check you.
There's no need, doctor.
Everything is fine.
We will see now.
Holmes, are you fine with it?
Because we will undress now.
So, John, do you remember which ones are yours?
Yes, yes, yes.
Look, Mr. Holmes, it's the burden of a white man.
That's how I call them.
From time immemorial we were bringing our civilization to the East.
If we won't impose our culture on them, they will impose theirs.
The crusaders destroyed and burned cities of Saracen, and the Saracen... you know what the Saracen did to us?
Inhale.
Hold it.
Exhale.
That's what I'm saying, look at Small, for example.
No, colonial Kipling was right when talked about the east and the west.
John and I are the same crusaders, aren't we, John?
As well as Morstan and Briggs, Kudrow Yes.
So what?
- The mitral valve.
- The mitral valve.
Yes, you need to exercise, exercise.
We were taught how to fight and were taught it well.
The people you met are not just a g*ng of cabmen, these are people who can k*ll, and they didn't do it once.
John, I think it's my duty to go with you.
- You know why?
- Why?
Because an officer can be judged only by another officer.
The crosses on the graves of our friends will become the base of the European civilization in these wild mountains.
It was always like that.
The Indian invention works here as well.
According to Muslim traditions they have to bury the dead before dawn, but there's nobody to bury.
Please don't, captain.
Then k*ll them yourself.
I can't, I'm a doctor.
Ted, we are civilized people.
But I can.
Help.
Small.
So what, Afghans?
Let's play, eh?
Let's play?
If you win we will free you, eh?
Rock, paper, scissors and the draw-well's also needed, eh?
Rumors about the arrival of the Indian prince incognito!
A g*ng of cabmen terrifies whole of London!
Rumors about the arrival of the Indian prince incognito!
A g*ng of cabmen terrifies whole of London!
A lady is awaiting for you.
They cut it!
What?
Excuse me, what lady?
She didn't introduce herself.
You got old.
A little.
It suits you.
Oh well, just a blanket.
It's comfortable in here.
A bunch of different funny things.
It's so cute!
Where did you get if from?
You're next.
Even so?
What do you want?
- What, I can't visit an old
- No, you can't!
You can't.
What do you want?
Why did you come?
I came to say yes.
On what question?
The one you asked in Paris.
The other questions as well, pleadsů move away from the city with you?
Yes.
To be submissive?
Gentle?
Yes.
Loyal?
Yes.
Until death do us part.
Stop it.
Yes.
What do you want?
What?
I want you to stop being angry.
How many times do I have to plead you to forgive me?
You can't forgive the fact that I deceived you?
I can't forgive myself that I trusted you!
She wants to go away with me!
She again deceived a somewhat old rake and now she wants to go away with me!
But I'm not going anywhere!
Yes!
I need to go away.
Sherlock, I need to go away, really.
I will go away with you forever.
Please!
But but this is your pride, don't you understand?
I came here myself!
What else do you want?
I'm ready for anything, I agree to anything, just say.
If you want I will kneel.
C'mon.
Kneel.
Please!
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Excuse me, Mr. Holmes, are you alright?
Yes, don't worry.
Is this woman bothering you?
I said no.
This woman is leaving now.
Yes.
If you need my help, just tell, I will help, but won't ever play by your rules!
And I was ready to play by yours.
For my whole life.
Goodbye!
It's not my business, of course,
- but your acquaintance - No need, I know everything about her.
I wouldn't believe a single word she says.
Chop their hands off!
One moment, Holmes!
I urgently want to show you the photograph.
Look, they cut it.
They just cut it.
What?
What is this... what...
Do you not notice?
No, no I will show you.
What's happening?
Holmes, what's wrong?
- Holmes?
- A minute ago this photo was stolen from me.
Why?
My god, there are thousands of these photographs now.
And how does it matter?
It does matter.
Firstly, what will we give back to Mary Small, and secondly, this professor is the most important thing that this photograph has.
Hell with him!
The photograph is blurry anyway, and it's too late.
But you can't be that stupid, doctor!
I'm telling you this is the most important thing that the photograph has.
I'm not stupid.
And you are forgetting something.
Later, everything's later!
But wait, I'm going with you!
No!
Why not?
Because he's ashamed.
Of what?!
Because he is also human.
Soho!
Where?
It's silly.
I don't have anything anyway.
Where are you driving me to?
Tracey, are you together with the cabmen?
Lestrade won't like it.
Lestrade could not know anything.
Good afternoon, inspector.
Do you have doubts about me being law abiding again?
Do you have a warrant?
Go out.
So, what is it this time?
I asked inspector Lestrade to bring you in here, good afternoon, Sherlock.
Peter Small, the body of whom was taken by Lestrade this morning from your house, participated in a conspiracy against the queen.
The Indian prince was in the carriage they att*cked.
He secretly arrived in London to meet with her majesty.
We were preparing this meeting for three years.
Good afternoon, Mycroft, I am glad to see you as well.
I'm doing well.
Although I got ill last winter, but there was nothing serious, just a cold.
Sherlock, stop.
This meeting was supposed to decide the fate of our Indian colonies, plus the boy was only .
So what, the fate of the Indian colonies depends on a boy?
Rishvari Shah, Padishah's son, of the local princelings.
His father was one of the leaders of the Sepoy Rebellion of .
Then he was hiding with his family in Bengal, and the son was born and grew up somewhere in the mountains.
The father made a squad, he was attacking the railway, k*lling our patrols, robbing banks, giving out the gold to the poor.
He was like Robin Hood amongst the locals, they called him their raja.
A year and a half ago we managed to hunt down his family in Agra.
Everybody died during the fight except for the boy.
We brought him to London.
Yesterday evening we were driving him to the palace.
In the morning there should have been a meeting and signing of a peace agreement.
As the heir he could do it.
The cab stopped the carriage, then they att*cked, the prince was k*lled and the treasures stolen.
You said Peter Small participated in it, but why don't you think this was just a robbery?
This is Francis Carfas, a secret agent and my helper.
He was k*lled in Bombay a day before the departure of the ship with the boy on it.
The nature of the injury.
I need to look at Peter Small's body, inspector.
A very clever s*ab.
The blade touched the liver, went through the lung and hit the aorta, you understand?
Blood from the liver and blood from the aorta slowly filled the lungs and were pushing it outside.
No chances of survival.
A verrry clever s*ab.
An autopsy of Carfas wasn't made, but you can see the place and the form of the wound yourself.
The boy is already k*lled, how can I help?
The casket, Sherlock.
These were family jewels and relics of his kin.
They have to be fo und or done so that they will never float on the territory of the kingdom.
The white man's burden is hard, isn't it?
So, you were planning the meeting three years ago, a year and a half ago you m*rder*d the family.
Lestrade, what do you think, the m*rder of the whole family, kidnapping a little boy for acquisition inheritance, isn't it a crime?
Sometimes not.
Sometimes it's politics.
- Our target is to stop the m*ssacre in the colonies.
- Yes.
And Scotland Yard, of course, is not dormant.
We've taken two.
They are giving their testimonies now.
Interesting, whom?
Here are the darlings.
So, you robbed the carriage of the Indian prince?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
And k*lled him?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
And his wife?
Exactly, sir.
And his kids as well?
We.
Yes, sir.
ůhave k*lled them, sir.
Yes.
Wife?
What wife?
- Barckley!
- I'm listening, sir.
You're a bad listener.
Idiots!
Whom did you take?
- Sorry, sir.
- Get out!
- Yes, sir.
Surely you'll have to free and apologize to these people.
Now we are stuck.
I can help you.
So Max Dale... died near Kashavar.
The poor man got his eyes gouged out and then his head chopped off.
I've been to his mother's house in Norfolk, to give her his medal.
Watson, let's let's row slower.
How is your wound?
Appears sometimes, always at the wrong time.
So, what happened to Gibbson?
Oooh, Gibbson...
Gibbson lost his arm near Kandahar.
Now lives in Liverpool,
- recently had triplets.
- Yes?
A half.
Another half an hour.
A bad position.
- Your friend, Mr. Holmes
- He will definitely come.
- He definitely
- Who is he?
A scientist.
He studies deduction.
Never heard of it.
So many new sciences appeared while we were fighting.
Did he serve somewhere?
He's a full civilian, and he doesn't like the military.
Small?
You said he died.
Peter Small died, but Briggs and Kudrow don't know anything about it.
And this... this is Holmes.
Didn't learn how to fill the pipe properly.
Small?
Peter, is that you?
A bad position.
Small, is that you?
It's not Small!
Where is the gold?
Holmes!
Holmes!
I'm alive!
They'll k*ll us.
A bad position.
They're on the left!
Don't go there!
Watson!
Watson, do you have an attack again?
Fire, me and Holmes will be rowing.
Go in the boat!
Quickly, quickly!
Watson, what's the time?
Do you hear, it's police!
Go!
: Fire!
Watson.
Wait I see, sir... sighting range!
Go - They're far away.
Go!
- I have only three b*ll*ts.
Holmes, tell me, how did you learn about my brother's death from the watch?
It's not the right moment, Watson!
Agreed.
Captain Smith.
Captain... Grimpson.
Everyone from the photograph?
Fire, goddamit!
- No, not everyone.
Smith.
Grimpson, fire!
Yes, sir!
Grimpson.
Holmes, are you alright?
Watson!
Where's Watson?
Watson!
John!
Hold on to the boat.
Alive.
Are you alive?
Raise your hands!
It's the police!
They weren't two.
Good we came in time.
You think it was in time?
Exactly.
Where are the treasures?
Don't worry, they won't float.
You don't live a boring life, Watson!
Sorry.
We need to see each other more often.
Today at six, remember?
Yes, another half an hour in the fresh air and you'll definitely get pneumonia with your...
Doctor...
...you are always a doctor.
The cabs arrived!
Be careful, Gregson, you will fall into the water.
Thank you.
Today at six, please come Did they apologize to you?
If you call a kick in the ass an apology then yes, many times and honestly!
And how's the fat guy?
He lost a lot of weight since that time, but he's alive You're trembling.
Do you need a plaid?
No, I'm not cold.
I shot people today.
You're very good at sh**ting.
It's Small's pipe.
It was in this pocket.
It's his clothes.
Look, what an interesting wound!
The blade was thin, inches in length, it pierced the liver, went through the lungs, and ended its way in the very aorta.
I will disappoint you, but your friend Small indeed, with Kudrow, Morstan, and Briggs, robbed the carriage, k*lled a year old Indian boy.
You can't even imagine how interesting and twisted this story is.
I haven't understood everything in it yet, but I'm sure I will go till the end.
Are you with me?
I understand your feelings.
I don't think you understand.
No, thanks.
I'm not with you.
I...
I need to go home... take a bath...
I'm afraid of getting a cold.
Stop!
We're here.
Am I free, sir?
Mr. Holmes, why do you need to walk on the floor with these wet shoes?
Was it raining today?
Where did you get wet today?
It's absolutely contraindicated for Venus to wet its feet in the phase of Aquarius.
Do you want tea?
No, thanks.
And you, Mr. Watson, do you want tea?
No, thanks.
Doctor, are you sure you don't want to come?
No.
Do you want me to tell you how I learned about your brother's death by your watch?
No.
Fine.
I will do it during dinner.
Mrs. Hudson, what are we having for dinner today?
Dinner.
Welcome.
Welcome.
So, Mr. Holmes, I would like to clear some details of this case before writing a report.
All the criminals are lying in my basement in a row.
This case is closed.
What are you interested in?
The loot.
Where is the treasure?
I told you everything.
That they won't float?
I believe it ...but ...not really.
Tracey, close the door and don't allow anybody to come in.
Yes, sir And now let's be honest.
Where are they?
They're gone.
Lestrade, you are disturbing me in catching the criminal, whose task is to stop the peace with the rebels from happening, and he doesn't give a damn about the treasure, and you know it.
Of course he's against it Your inferences seem to me absurd and no more than that.
And I think you try really hard to take us away from the sudden disappearance of the treasure.
I think so you can take it yourself at the right moment.
Want to change my mind?
Try!
He organized it all.
He mortally wounded Small, even though he could've k*lled him.
He left the treasure for him, even though he could have taken it.
Why?
Not clear.
He organized it all so all the attackers are in your basement now, as you said, "in a row".
They're all k*lled, right?
This person recently came from India, he knew all the dead and he is a retired officer!
Stop your tales.
Where is the treasure?
In the Thames.
Small told me before he died that he threw them under Lambeth bridge.
The criminal wanted Small to die on the street, so the treasures could be found and immediately would spread across the market.
Trust me, I'm not sure, I know it.
No, you don't, it's your guess I don't think you can tell me the name of this person.
Thaddeus.
Sholto.
Mr. Watson, I decided to make you some tea.
Thank you, later.
Mr. Watson, can you help me to move the cupboard in the kitchen?
I can't do it alone.
With pleasure, but later Mr. Watson!
You are going to Mr. Sholto, right?
He said this scarf was forgotten by a lady.
It's an expensive Indian silk with the symbols of a ritual.
These things are not for sale, it's a trophy!
London ladies don't use Indian lotus and Muscat as perfume!
All the attackers had experience in fighting, all of them were retired military men, you know it very well, and I'm sure, I bet Sholto was serving with every one of them at different times, and if I were you I would organize surveillance for him!
Why?
We can arrest him and interrogate him well.
He will rat on all his helpers.
If there are any, of course.
Watson.
He is not a good person.
How do you know?
Mr. Holmes needs to jump around roofs and collect cigarette ends to know it.
But I'm a woman.
Please stay.
I can't.
But why?
Because an officer can be judged only by another officer.
Watson, are you going on a parade?
Attention!
Lieutenant Watson is proud of his medals.
Why does anybody find this funny?
You better raise your arms, how many of you were mended by our great Jo?
How many people he saved!
It's good you came, John.
Sit at any table, I'm coming.
Captain Mate!
Captian Sholto!
I, lieutenant John Watson, according to the law and traditions of Her Majesty's army, challenge you to a duel.
As an officer to another officer.
John, is it a joke?
Also I'm asking anybody from the present here, the ones who know me well, to be my second.
Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!
Let me know for what?
For the m*rder of the Indian boy.
Indian?
You want to k*ll me for an Indian?
I saved your life recently, do you remember?
If you didn't know, I k*lled Indians with my hands, and for England's business I'm ready to k*ll even more.
As well any of the people present here.
Isn't it true gentlemen?
Why did we fertilize India with the bones of our fellow soldiers?
So they!
they-they would come to England?
They filled everything in here!
They live in our houses, they trade on our markets, they slaughter their rams right on my street!
They even dance and pray on our squares!
Is this called tolerance?
Is this what we were fighting for, John?
Now the queen wants to be kind.
She builds hospitals and schools for them, so they would be literate.
Why does a savage need to be literate?
He doesn't need it in the field.
A literate savage crawls here, in England, he wants to clean toilets here, wash floors and clean our shoes, and soon there will be more of them than us!
In every family, so you know, they have - people, they spawn like rats.
and we are against this tolerance and this fertility.
The question is easy, John: either we have them, or they - us.
Gentlemen, who wants to be lieutenant Watson's second in this duel?
We are bringing civilization to the east, we don't allow our culture to get destroyed, our belief, our traditions.
We are Anglo-Saxons!
It's our duty and our burden!
The white man's burden.
There's police out there.
Open up!
It's the police!
Open in the name of Her Majesty!
Hatred is your culture.
m*rder of women and children are your traditions.
Your patriotism, captain, is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
In this case.
I challenge you to a duel for the m*rder of lieutenant Small.
Show me your walking stick.
Your stick, Sholto!
You convinced your fellows of this m*rder, and then you k*lled them as well, one after another.
These were your fighting friends.
These are casualties, gentlemen.
They are inevitable, as you know.
We are all casualties with you.
Who wants to be my second?
We need to break the door.
They'll k*ll Watson.
- Break the door!
- Break!
- A ram!
Quickly!
Quickly!
Watson You're just in time, gentlemen.
Come in quickly.
Go.
Don't move!
It's the police!
We had a friendly party and Mr. Sholto shot himself And you are all witnesses, right?
- Yes.
- Dear officers.
Watson, give me our g*n.
Where is your g*n?
I have Mr. Watson's g*n.
I'm an armorer, he asked to check his peen.
Sir.
Who also has a w*apon with them?
Write so: su1c1de I don't want to hear your tales anymore.
The carriage was att*cked by a g*ng of cabmen, they began a fight because of the treasure, Scotland Yard managed to neutralize them.
and Sholto just shot himself.
Right, Mr. Watson?
Sholto was doing this on someone's order.
He couldn't.
Police have got enough work without your fantasies.
Have a nice day.
Gregson, let's go.
You will be called if there's a need to.
Oh, Holmes, thanks for the help.
One thing in this story is still a secret for me: Why did Irene Adler steal the photograph?
Yes, there's something left.
I had to give it to Lestrade.
Are you mad?
No way.
Believe me, Small threw out all the treasure into the Thames.
Do you know how much one pearl costs?
pounds in gold, no less.
You can have it if you want.
I know who needs it more.
Let's go!
And on the way, John, I will tell you how I learned about your brother's death by this watch!
You think children need to know the truth?
Here, Mary.
These gentlemen want to tell you something.
- Maybe you?
- Fine.
Mary.
Your father, lieutenant Peter Small...
went to America.
On the way his ship got into...
a storm, but...
everybody drowned...
almost.
Your daddy survived.
But why didn't he say goodbye before leaving?
Because he didn't want to upset you.
Yes?
Yes Where are you scissors?
- In my nightstand.
- Bring them.
- Why, gentlemen?
- I couldn't.
I couldn't.
Doctor.
Here.
Daddy sent you a present.
Now, don't look.
We aren't looking.
Close your eyes.
Open.
Do you like it?
It's your future And every year your father will send you one pearl so you can live and study in this beautiful orphanage.
We should go.
- Yes.
- A cab is waiting.
Yes Sir, can I ask you?
Yes, sure.
Can you play with me?
Like Mr. Sholto did?
Of course.
How?
Rock, paper, scissors, for flicks.
I will be counting.
Rock, paper, scissors, and a bottle of lemonade, and a box of chocolates, and a plate of jam, and a screwdriver's also needed, pencil, fire, water, one, two, three!
Rock, paper, scissors.