Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror (1942)

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Germany broadcasting,

Germany broadcasting.

People of Britain,

greetings from
the Third Reich.

This is the voice you
have learned to fear.

This is the
Voice of Terror.

Again, we bring
you disaster,

crushing humiliating
disaster.

It is folly to
stand against

the mighty wraith
of the Fuhrer.

Do you need more testimony

of his invincible might

to bring you
to your knees?

Very well.

Are you ready
Operative Number ?

This is the
Voice of Terror.

The secret
airplane factory

somewhere in England.

Listen, screams of the
dying can still be heard.

This is the
Voice of Terror.

Are you there
people of Britain

shivering in your cellars?

Listen Operative .

The fuse is lighted.

Oil to fuel your Navy,

to feed your tanks,

there it goes up in smoke

by the millions
of gallons.

This is the
Voice of Terror.

Do you still believe
that there are

secrets unknown
to the Fuhrer?

Listen, tonight at :

an important diplomat
boarded a train

at a little station
outside Liverpool.

Each split second
is accounted for.

The rails divide,

the train hurtles
through the air,

the diplomat will make
no report in London.

This is the
Voice of Terror.

Englishmen, do you
still await your doom

in your stupid,
stuffy little clubs?

It will come,
I promise you.

Operative ,
the time is now.

We strike you
on the high seas

as well as on the land.

This is the
Voice of Terror.

Englishmen,

the Fuhrer strikes
you now as he pleases.

Water pours through
your greatest dams

smashing everything
before it,

even as our
invincible armies

roar toward their
objectives.

Despite the
effective work

done by the Intelligence
Inner Council,

Jailing fifth columnists
and saboteurs,

despite their efficiency

in coordinating
m*llitary strategy

based on information
of enemy movements,

they seem unable
to cope with

the Voice of Terror.

Already six m*llitary
catastrophes have occurred.

Unmitigated nerve
of the Press.

Now they're attacking us.

Blast the fellow
to kingdom come.

If only we could keep

this insidious
stuff off the air.

I'm not sure that
I agree with you.

What purpose
would that serve?

Well, the people wouldn't
have to listen to it.

I've been talking
to Crosbie,

the Radio Technician,

if we want him
jammed off the air

Crosbie can do it.

I've been working
along other lines.

I've asked Mr. Sherlock
Holmes to come here.

What, Sherlock Holmes?

This isn't a case for
a private detective.

It's a matter of state.

In this emergency we
should take advantage

of everyone's
peculiar gifts.

Mr. Holmes is the most
subtle and extraordinary

Private Investigator
of our time.

Are you intimating
that the

army and navy
intelligence

plus Scotland Yard

are not equal to the
occasion, Sir Evan?

I'm sure they're
equal to any occasion.

They've done a
marvelous job

of lining up
fifth columnists,

saboteurs, and
keeping us informed

of the enemy's movements.

But the Voice of Terror

seems to have
them stumped.

Sherlock Holmes may
have a new approach

that will solve
the problem.

What's happened
inside these walls

has always been secret.

We don't want any
outsiders here.

I'm positively and
irrevocably opposed

to calling in
Sherlock Holmes.

Perhaps you'll
change your mind.

I see nothing whatever
to make me do so.

Prentiss is right.

For ordinary criminal
investigation

Holmes is excellent

but not for this.

He's unorthodox
and theatrical.

I can tell you
all about him.

Gentlemen, perhaps I can

throw some light on
the subject myself.

Holmes, how are you?

So good of you to come.

Good afternoon, Sir Evan.

Your card opened
all doors.

Blauser,

you've put on
a little weight

since you left school.

You don't look any
younger yourself, Dimples.

How are you?

Fine.

Come in would you.

You know these gentlemen?

I think so.

How do you do?

I haven't had
the pleasure.

May I introduce my friend
and associate, Dr. Watson?

Hello.

How do you do?

I'm afraid I've arrived
at an embarrassing moment.

Not at all.

This gentleman here,

Admiral Sir John Prentiss,

Admiral Prentiss
objects most strongly

to my being called in.

How could you
possibly infer that?

Look on the carpet.

Carpet?

A man who rises
from his chair

and digs his heels
sternly into the carpet

is violently opposed
to something,

and the Admiral being
quite distressed

by the criticisms
of the Press

would be most apt to
resent my intrusion.

Well.

You've just arrived
from Seven Oaks.

Yes, of course.

How on earth did
you know that?

Pardon my mentioning it

but adhering to
your left boot heel

is a clay known
only in Seven Oaks.

An amazing piece
of deduction.

Elementary my dear Barham.

Here's a broadcast of
the Voice of Terror.

Greetings from
the Third Reich.

Are you listening

stout fellows
across the channel?

Are you listening

you little body
of incompetent men

known as the
Inner Council?

Today a new thrill,

a new proof of the

invincibility
of the Fuhrer.

Right now a packed
express train

laden with British
troops and nurses

is speeding
across England.

In just one moment

it will leave the
rails forever,

crashing twisted metal,

the cries of
the dying...

They can't,
they wouldn't dare.

It's impossible.

They couldn't have...

...men are
laughing, joking.

That one in the third car
reads a letter from home.

It is the last letter
he will ever receive.

The train is
rounding a curve.

Its whistle is screaming.

Farewell it is
saying, farewell.

You have just heard
an exact reproduction

of the way it sounds,

the way it must
actually be.

The hearts of the
German people bleed

that innocent men and
women have to be k*lled

because your stupid...

Shore speaking.

Have you any news of
the Liverpool Express?

...time and time
again offered in peace.

But if you're blundering
w*r cabinet cannot see

that England is
already lost,

that it is our
sacred German duty

to prove it to them
over and over and over

until they are on their
knees begging, pleading,

groveling for the
exquisite mercy

of our Fuhrer.

Each night the Voice of
Terror will announce...

Shut it off.

Stop it.

...even as you
listen and you...

I'm sorry.

Do what you can, Holmes.

This frightful thing
has got to be stopped.

His son was on that train.

How did they find out
about the troops?

It was an absolute secret.

Gentlemen,

something must be done
about this thing at once.

Yes.

First of all then,

the voice must not be
blocked off the air.

But he's a menace.

All over the empire

this horrible
news is broadcast,

blown up out of
all proportions.

The world is beginning
to believe it.

Even our allies are
counting England out.

People are
frightened, panicky.

The British people are
not so easily pairing.

It's dangerous I tell you
to let this thing go on.

Dangerous, yes,
Captain Shore,

but we must
continue to listen.

What for,

so that we can keep
on guessing who it is?

His identity is
not important.

The important thing is

the purpose behind this
campaign of terror.

The purpose indeed.

Isn't it enough

that our most secret
plans are known,

our ships are
being destroyed,

our trains wrecked?

I'm convinced that
these disasters

are only a prelude,

a smoke screen,

to cover up a more
diabolic plan,

and I intend to find
out what that plan is.

This Council and Scotland
Yard will give you

all the aide you require.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, my connection
with this case

must remain
absolutely secret.

You understand
that, of course?

Why certainly.

You will let the council
know at all times

just what you're doing.

I shall give you
such information

as I think
wise to disclose

in the interests
of safety,

both the public's
and your own.

The Inner Council
has never shared

its secrets with anyone.

I demand that you
keep us informed

of your activities
and progress.

Come along, Watson.

Mr. Holmes,

I want to apologize

for your rather
lukewarm reception here.

Well, thank you, Sir Evan.

I'm used to the chilly
atmosphere of high places.

Of course, you recognize
the importance of time.

Quite.

And results.

Mr. Lloyd, I'm quite sure

that Mr. Holmes can be
trusted not to fail.

He never has, you know.

Why thank you, Watson.

The word is seldom.

Good-bye, Sir Evan.

Good-bye, sir.

Good-bye, Barham.

Good-bye, Watson.

Well, should we walk from
here or take a taxi?

I'm afraid we
have no choice.

Huh?

You know, Watson,

I have a feeling that when
we go out of that door

a girl will be waiting.

A girl?

What do you mean?

A young lady whom
neither of us

has ever seen before

will come forward
to greet us.

Holmes, now you're
pulling my leg again.

Mr. Holmes, I'm
Jill Grandis.

How do you?

This is my friend,
Dr. Watson.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I've been assigned
to drive you around.

Thank you.

Good gracious me.

Where do you wish to go?

Baker street.

I know, B.

Come on, Watson.

Hurry up old fellow.

Holmes, the girl waiting,

what an
extraordinary thing.

Elementary my dear Watson.

No, no, no.

It's an amazing deduction.

How on earth did
you arrive at it?

Barham told me.

Huh?

Oh.

Don't you worry,
Mrs. Hudson.

Just giving it a
bit of a cleaning.

Now that we're
on a case again.

See, the joints
are a bit rusted

like mine, you know.

Is he back on
a case again?

Case?

It's the greatest
case of his,

of our career.

Oh, mercy it always is.

Holmes,

I say Holmes.

What?

Well, if you ask me
it's disgraceful,

Beethoven's Fifth.

Not at all,
it's very good.

Sir Ronald Hedley

is conducting
very well tonight.

I don't mean the concert.

No?

England is in danger.

Heaven knows what
frightful disaster

is happening and
you sit there calm

and listen to
the wireless.

Music has charms,
very restful.

That's got nothing
to do with the whole

Nonsense my dear Watson,

it may have a great
deal to do with it.

Oh really?

I don't see what.

BBC Request Station,

this is Sherlock Holmes.

I understand you
play recordings.

Would you mind playing
Beethoven's Fifth

conducted by Sir
Ronald Hedley?

Thank you very much.

But you just heard it.

I like it.

Oh.

We've had a request

for the Beethoven
Fifth Symphony

played by the London
Symphony Orchestra

under the direction
of Sir Ronald Hedley.

This is a transcription.

Holmes it's
(unintelligible).

I say Holmes you
don't think...

Shh.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes, Gavin?

I, I,

Christopher

Dead?

Yes.

Its been driven in
with a lot of force.

Watson, this is a warning.

Warning?

How do you know?

I had sent to Gavin to
get certain information

that he must have found
there in the dark

and sinister alleys
of Limehouse.

He came with his message

which someone doesn't
want me to hear,

someone determined
and dangerous.

What's the good of
a warning of danger

if you don't know from
what or from whom?

That we have to discover.

This Kn*fe was
thrown by the tip

from a distance
of about feet

from a man about ' ".

Steady Holmes.

Elementary, no
fingerprints.

But the distance and
the man's height?

The angle of entry
and the force

with which it
penetrated the victim.

But Holmes, what do
you suppose he meant

when he said Christopher?

We must find out at once.

Come along Watson.

Um-hum.

Come in.

Mr. Holmes,

I saw a fellow lurking
about your steps and I,

blimey, he won't
lurk no more.

Phone the Yard and
take care of it Dobson.

Very good, sir.

How did it happen?

Haven't time now.

Get your coat on,
Watson, we're going out.

No, no, no, Holmes,
you promised.

Hmm.

Look, where we going?

Limehouse.

It certainly was wise
to let Ms. Grandis go.

This is no place for
a girl or anyone else.

Yes but there seem
to be people about.

Even Ms. Grandis.

If I'm not mistaken she's
keeping an eye on us.

You're Mr. Sherlock
Holmes ain't you?

Yes.

I wouldn't come down
here if I was you.

This is Limehouse

and we don't fancy

your sort of bloke
in these parts.

The fellow is
absolutely right.

Hadn't we better be,

Quiet Watson.

This is still
a free country.

A man may walk
where he pleases.

And live to regret it.

Live yes.

Regret it I think not.

Step back.

Come on Watson.

A friendly one.

Unspeakably.

What was that Holmes?

It's all right, quiet.

I can't see a thing.

Luckily for us
neither can they.

Apparently the
enemy has found out

that we've joined forces
with the government.

What makes you think that?

This Kn*fe

like the Kn*fe
which k*lled Gavin.

It was thrown by a former
student of Dr. Hamburg.

It's a German Kn*fe.

The Kn*fe throwers of
Hamburg are extremely expert.

Holmes, can't we come
back in the daytime?

Certainly not.

I don't think we're safe.

No one in the world
is safe now, Watson,

at least of all us.

What is it?

Don't tell me that you
don't recognize me.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I got to especially
angry lot here.

I'll take my chances.

I can't keep you out,
Mr. Holmes, but...

Where is the girl Kitty,

Gavin's sweetheart,

his wife?

Can you get her?

It's urgent.

I'll try.

Holmes, I don't think
I like this place much.

I'll, just sit here
if you don't mind.

I think you'll recognize
me, Mr. Holmes,

if you look hard enough.

Camperwell.

You got a long
memory like me.

Doutan m*rder .

Of course, I sent you up.

Holmes, don't you
think we better be...

Store your gab!

For ten long years

I've been sitting down
there in Dartmoor.

For the all ten years

one thing has been
praying on me my mind.

Only one?

Just one.

Someday I'll be
getting out of here

I kept saying to myself,

and when I do

someday I'm gonna
come face to face

with Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

And now you are.

And now I am.

Just who was it
told you it was me

that slit the throat
of that swine Doutan?

I want an answer.

You told me.

Me?

On the windowsill you left

four infinitesimal
pieces of ash

from a particularly
revolting kind of tobacco

which you were
known to use.

The Kn*fe blade
was sharpened

by a left-handed man.

You signed your
name to the crime.

So, that's what.

Exactly, very careless.

Careless.

Was criminal I calls it.

I ought to be sh*t.

Perhaps someday
you will be.

You can put your revolver
away now, Watson.

Hmm, well, Holmes,
you never know.

Where is Gavin?

Sit down Kitty.

Where is he?

You've got him
into trouble.

What have you done to him?

Take it easy, Kitty.

Gavin is dead.

Dead?

Oh, impossible.

Well, I was with him
only two hours ago.

You're trying
to frighten me.

No, I'm not, Kitty.

It's you, you k*lled him.

I warned him to
stay away from you.

I knew you'd do him in.

I had nothing to
do with it, Kitty.

Well, who did then,

who did?

He was knifed
on my doorstep.

I'm sorry.

I'm deeply in his debt.

And before he d*ed
he said one word,

Christopher.

You know what it means?

I've got to know.

What's that to me?

Want to avenge Gavin's
death, don't you?

I want nothing to do
with it, not with you.

I never had any
dealings with the police

and I won't start now.

I'm not asking
this for myself.

Our country,

England is at stake.

Gavin was k*lled not
by his own enemies,

not even mine,

but the enemies
of England.

So that's it.

Yes, Kitty,

the Nazis k*lled him.

Help me to find out
Christopher means

and I promise the man
who m*rder*d Gavin

shall pay for it.

Think Kitty,

the cutthroats
of the world

menace us all.

You can help stop
this savagery.

Yes, you Kitty.

It would take the police
weeks, months perhaps,

to find out a certain
piece of information

we must have.

That's not so with
you and your friends.

You know every nook
and corner of London.

Get them to help us.

We need their help.

Your friends will
become an army.

You understand?

Secret, invisible,
and mighty,

and you will be at
their head, Kitty.

You will be their leader.

Grimes, do you know
what Christopher means?

Duggan, do you know?

Duggan, listen to me.

I ain't got no time to
listen to you girly.

But you got to listen.

Someone k*lled Gavin,
I don't know who,

but you got to
help me find out.

All right, don't
help me then.

Cut your own throats,
that's what you're doing.

Help me or help the Nazis.

Sure, the Nazis
k*lled Gavin.

They might be
your friends

protecting 'em
the way you are.

Don't you know that all
the crimes they commit

are being blamed on you?

Well, they are,

and I hope you
hang for them.

You can have 'em.

For me I'm British
and I'm proud of it.

Nobody is gonna call me a
n*zi and get away with it.

Well, help me then.

Tell me what
Christopher means.

Well, don't anybody know?

Its got to mean something.

Speak up if you
know what it is.

Let's have it.

Don't mean a thing to me.

You gonna creep in the
corner alls your life?

Are you gonna sneak away

at the very sight
of a man like this

and show him what
cowards you are?

What are you afraid of?

I'm not asking
this for myself.

England is at stake.

Your England as much
as anyone else's.

About time to think about
whose side we're on.

There's only one
side, England,

no matter how high
or how low we are.

You, you, you, and you,

we're all on
the same team.

We've all got the
same call, victory.

Spread out all
over London

but find out what
Christopher means.

We'll find out, no
fear about that.

Thank you, Kitty.

Well done, my dear.

Shaw speaking.

Yes, Ms. Grandis.

That checks
with my report.

No, Ms. Grandis,

Sir Evan hasn't
arrived yet.

Yes, thank you.

Ms. Grandis reports that
Holmes spent some time

at the Air Ministry today.

That checks with
my information.

Last night a m*rder

and a session
at Limehouse.

I wonder what
the fellow...

He's here now.

I don't think I need

to report on my
activities, gentlemen.

You seem fairly
well informed.

We have our
methods, Holmes.

There only remains
for you to share

what's been accomplished.

All in good
time, Mr. Lloyd.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening, Sir Evan.

What's the matter?

You look pale.

Oh, it's nothing, I...

Barham, your hand.

Let's have a
look at it now.

Oh, it's really nothing,
just an accident.

What sort of an accident.

Some fellow took
a sh*t at me

just as I was
leaving the house.

Took a sh*t at you?

It's only a scratch.

Odd thing to happen.

Have you any
idea who it was?

No, I haven't.

He popped up out
of the bushes

just as I was
getting into my car,

fired once,

then disappeared.

What do you make
of it, Watson?

b*llet wound.

Congratulations.

This is a matter
for the police.

Oh, no, please.

I could never
identify him.

Let's forget it.

Captain Shaw.

People of Britain,
greetings.

Is it shock you need?

Very well, we Nazis
can produce them

'til Britain's proud
head is in the dust

where it belongs.

People of London,

look out of your windows,

you will see your
promised disaster

written across the skies.

Lawford, turn out
the lights please.

Look to the east
end of your docks.

Are you alert, Number ?

Look, Britain, look, and
wonder, and despair.

We Nazis keep
our promises.

There's a terrible
fire in the east end.

American bombers, tanks,
gone, destroyed utterly.

The flames are mounting

higher and higher
and higher.

Now the glare
must be visible

even to the
short-sighted leaders

of your bewildered
government.

Watch the towering fires

they consume your new
planes from America,

your meager
store of tanks,

your puny munitions,

and your food.

Planes that were
your only defense

against our all
powerful Luftwaffe.

Tanks and munitions
that you prayed

would hold against
the magnificent

-ton German
land monsters

which will soon be crashing
through your very houses.

Turn it off.

Gentlemen,

this is really a
terrible setback.

How do they find
out our secrets?

It's horrible,

the way it's timed,
the precision of it.

It's not so precise.

Almost precise.

What do you mean?

I should call it exact.

No, the fires
actually broke out

some time before the voice

called to his
operative in London.

Jove, that's true.

And last time, the
train disaster,

Captain Shore was on the
telephone immediately

and Scotland Yard
knew all about it.

The derailment
must have occurred

at least
minutes earlier.

That's certainly possible.

Even so, what of it?

No mystery, nothing
supernatural,

just split second
planning that's all,

days, perhaps
weeks in advance.

Very well figured
out, Holmes.

It gets us a step forward.

Now gentlemen, let's take
a step even further.

I have charted here
the total differences

between actual and
transcribed broadcasts.

Using this test
I'm convinced

that the Voice of
Terror is undoubtedly

recorded and played
from a record.

What does that prove?

It proves that the
Voice of Terror,

the man himself,
is not in Germany.

He's here in England.

Oh, that's impossible.

What are you
telling us, Holmes?

He can't be.

Our technicians insist

the broadcast
originated in Zeisberg.

And so they do

from recordings
flown to Zeisberg.

It's impossible Holmes.

You can't expect anyone
to believe that.

It can't be done.

Thanks to the
Royal Air force

I have some rather
curious information

that at regular intervals

six n*zi bombing
planes come over

and drop their
deadly cargoes

on non-m*llitary
objectives,

a meadow or
a sheep folk.

That's nonsense.

The Nazis aren't fools.

They don't waste
amm*nit*on.

Of course not.

Then what's the purpose?

To divert attention
from the fact

that a single plane
breaks formation

each time it disappears.

But why?

Gentlemen, that lone
plane picks up plans,

maps, secret m*llitary
information,

and the Voice of Terror's

timed and recorded speech,

and flies them
to Germany.

I can hardly believe it.

Sensational if true.

It's incredible.

Fantastic.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes.

There's a person
outside asking.

A lady?

Um...

Ask her to come in.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I must
leave at once.

Where are you going?

That is to remain a secret

even from this council.

I object to this,
Mr. Holmes.

You're here
against my wishes.

Since you are here
I demand to know

what's being done.

As I've already
told you, Mr. Lloyd,

I shall report
to this council

at the proper time.

And so, gentlemen,
until we meet again,

as I hope we will,

take no
unnecessary risks.

We're all in grave danger.

Come along Watson.

Coming.

Holmes,

I think we're
being followed.

Yes, I know, it's Lloyd.

Lloyd, how do you know?

He's so obvious about it.

Good evening, Mr. Lloyd.

You going our way?

I intend to find out
what you're doing.

Even to the point
of following me?

This is our business, you
know, as well as yours.

All right, come along.

This place seems deserted.

Its been deserted
for years.

Not very securely locked.

Fortunate, isn't it?

Water?

It's the river.

This is part of the
Old Christopher docks.

Never heard of them.

Christopher?

Mr. Holmes, isn't that
the word that Gavin...

Quiet Watson.

Oh, sorry.

I've almost forgotten.

They were built
before Victoria.

Oh, rats.

Good evening,
gentlemen.

I knew your curiosity

would be your
undoing, Mr. Holmes.

You were
expecting me then?

Yes.

I had hoped that
the entire council

might have come.

It would have
been a pleasure

to deal with all of them,

quietly and
effectively.

Eventually, they all
will be taken care of

however, Mr. Lloyd
is quite a catch

and will have to
suffice for the moment.

What do you intend
to do with us?

Were it not the
time is so pressing

we might first
put you on trial.

On trial for what?

Crimes against
the Third Reich,

misguided
efforts to wreck

our inevitable victory.

Mr. Lloyd, your super
British patriotism,

your blundering, but
sometimes effective

intelligence efforts
are well-known.

We have quite a
score against you

which will be settled.

Dr. Watson,

a fair physician no doubt

but of no consequence.

To our stupid
British minds,

every life is
a consequence.

A quaint notion of an
even quainter nation.

We are not like that.

We know that
only the powerful

are worthy of respect.

Let our records
speak for us.

Your records speaks,
its brilliant.

Thank you.

A brilliant record
of rapacity,

cruelty, t*rture,
deceit and m*rder.

m*rder?

Gesundheit.

Thank you.

Cold?

It's a little
chilly in here.

I'm sorry you're
uncomfortable.

My discomfort is
of no consequence.

Your false courage is not
impressive, Mr. Holmes.

Of course, you realize

that you and your
friends are going to die?

As all men must
sooner or later.

Not later, now.

Good work, boys.

It's a pleasure, sir.

All right then.

Line 'em up, Duggan.

Come on, get over there.

He got away.

Most unfortunate.

I must blame
myself severely.

I should think
you might, Holmes.

If you hadn't been so
stupid and mysterious,

allowed Scotland Yard to
give you adequate protection,

the man would
never have escaped.

No, he never would.

Most regrettable.

Gesundheit.

Keep quiet.

Don't be a fool.

Do you want to bring
the whole force here?

So that was it, aye?

Quite a haul.

It's mine.

Go ahead, your
friends, the police,

are undoubtedly
still out there.

There isn't a better
hideout in all London.

This will quiet
your nerves.

The tea has
got cold again.

You've been playing that
thing all the afternoon,

fiddling while Rome burns.

Hello, what's this?

General J.
Lawford, KCBDSO,

Captain Ronald Shaw MC,

who today narrowly
escaped being struck

by a falling wall
in a bombed area.

Lawford and Shaw,
by a falling

Holmes, you don't
think that...

It was not an accident.

Good heavens.

Holmes, that
sinister-looking fellow,

what's his name, Meade,

if only he
hadn't got away.

Yes, difficult as it was

I managed to
let him escape.

You let him escape?

But great scott man,

he was about to k*ll us.

He may even yet.

I don't understand
you, Holmes.

It's my theory that
this chap Meade

is the arch-criminal

and he's behind
the whole thing.

You're absolutely
right, Watson,

except for one thing.

Well then I'm wrong.

Have you observed

that a highly
secret m*llitary plan

is thwarted by each
of these disasters?

Yes, I have now
that you mention it.

Watson, there's a leak.

A leak?

You mean in the Council?

But Holmes, that's
impossible.

Anything is possible
until proved otherwise.

Lets see, who's
in the Council.

Lawford and Shaw, they're
above suspicion,

their record proves that.

Anyhow, they
were att*cked.

Unsuccessfully.

There's Prentiss.

Would he k*ll his own son?

Doesn't seem likely and
yet the boy is dead.

Barham, of course,
brought you into the case.

So, it's quite obvious
that he wants it solved.

Most patriotic
of Sir Barham.

He's a great fellow.

I had went three
quarters of the school

my last term so I
can vouch for him.

Besides he was
att*cked too, sh*t at.

So I gather.

How about Lloyd?

Can't be him.

Meade was gonna k*ll
him as well as us.

By the way, he's a
brave fellow, Lloyd.

Did you notice that he
didn't turn a hair?

Very composed.

Come in.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes, Kitty?

I think now we'll be able
to get some information

from Mr. Meade.

Your plan worked
like a charm.

I knew you could do it.

Oh, it's not so hard once
your mind is make up,

and mine is.

You be careful.

She better be, she's
mixed up with that fellow.

I'll be careful all right.

I'm going through
with this.

Good girl.

I heard him talking
on the phone today.

Yes.

He said, "I'll
take care of that

little Seven Oaks matter
at : tonight."

Seven Oaks, isn't
that where...

Barham has a
country place.

Watson, there's not
a moment to lose.

If I find out that Meade
did k*ll Gavin I'll...

Yes, he'll be punished.

I warned you,
no one was safe

with that fellow at large.

Now he's off to Barham.

Yes, I only hope
were in time.

Come on, Kitty.

I'll get you a taxi.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Do you think you ought
to go out alone, sir?

Worrying about that
escaped German agent, huh?

He threatens to k*ll the
entire Council, sir.

Come Smithson, we took bigger
chance than this in the trenches.

Have you forgotten?

I know, sir, but we
were younger then

and there were no
such thing as Nazis.

I'm ready for him.

I understand, sir.

You have driven Sir
Evan down here before

of course, Ms. Grandis.

Quite often.

He comes down
whenever he can.

He's a local Air raid
Warden, you know.

Managed to get away

from the excitement
occasionally, huh?

Yes.

It's so very quiet here.

Quiet and remote,

away from everyone.

Yes?

Oh, Ms. Jill.

It's all right, Smithson.
Where is Sir Evan?

On his rounds, Miss.

Which way?

Down that lane
of trees, sir.

I'll go.

You stay here.
You too Watson.

Hello there, Barham.

Holmes, what on earth
are you doing out here?

I've been worried
about you.

Yes?

That fellow Meade appears
to be in the neighborhood.

Do you mind if I
go along with you?

I'd feel better about it.

Not at all, I'd
appreciate the company.

You know, it gets
quite lonesome,

especially on a
night like this.

By the way,

do you feel you're
getting any nearer

a solution of this
terrible business?

Yes, yes, the
end is in sight.

Really?

Well, would you
mind telling me?

Listen, air raid sirens.

Yeah.

Coming our way.

Yes.

But I don't seem
to hear any planes.

Wait a minute, I can.

Look, there's one, she's
coming right over.

There she is.

Ours or theirs?

Theirs.

Holmes, she's coming
in for a landing.

The swine,

that's the pick-up plane.

The voice must
be here close by.

Then we've got him.

Barham, be careful.

I can't understand
you, Holmes.

Why didn't you help me?

We almost had him.

You're too
impatient, Barham.

My patience is exhausted.

This has got to stop.

Thought you would have
solved the whole thing

long before this.

What happened?

Was that a n*zi plane?

Yes, I saw the filthy
swastika myself.

Great scott.

Took a sh*t at him
but he got away.

Meade also got away.

Well, I better
go report this.

We'll go with you,
Come along Watson.

You needn't bother.

I can take care of myself.

My dear fellow, there's
no use taking chances.

I'm afraid you're
a marked man

as long as Meade
is at large.

Come on.

Ah, you're a fine one

leaving me along
half the night.

Do you think I like it?

I want to go out
and have some fun.

Don't bother me.

Said you were gonna
let me work with you.

Someday you'll come back
and I won't be here.

Where would you go?

That's my business.

Maybe you'll be
waiting here next time

and I won't come back.

Don't talk like that.

I'm sorry, Kitty.

You seem sort of
different lately.

Anything the matter?

Maybe the next
time you see me

I'll be in a position
of authority, of power,

no longer hiding
in the dark,

giving the orders,

not taking them.

What do you say to that?

You're drunk.

Drunk?

Yes.

When I was a boy
I dreamed a dream.

I was dressed in armor,

shining blue gray armor.

I rode on a horse
through the streets

where the people
cheered hailing me.

I rode over the bodies

of underlings
prostrated before me.

Their blood ran out along
the gutters like a river.

What if this was no dream?

What if it was prophecy?

What if all this
comes to pass?

Well, something must
have happened to you.

Yes, Kitty,

something that you're
going to share with me.

Get your coat, hurry.

Got plenty of petrol?

start driving.

Where's Holmes?

He'll be here I'm sure.

It's starting now.

Here he is.

You're almost late.

I had to go to
Dunham Street.

Good evening ladies
and gentlemen,

your favorite
broadcaster,

the Voice of Terror,

coming to you
from Zeisberg.

Tonight I have something
special for you.

Where are you weakest

you weakening
people of Britain?

Consider well.

Is it lack of food,

is it your sturdy
leadership,

faulty amm*nit*on,
scarcity of shipping,

lack of raw materials?

Do you know that despite
all your great efforts

your coasts are
inadequately defended,

especially one coast,

and there we shall strike

swiftly, terribly,
tomorrow at sunrise.

In a special
broadcast at that time

I shall describe
the carnage.

Turn it off.

What does he mean?

What kind of
thr*at is this?

Remember, all our reports
for the last few weeks

have indicated abnormal
enemy activity

on the coast of Norway.

Hmm, that means
an att*ck in force

on our northeast coast.

Then that's where
we must concentrate

all our forces
immediately.

They'll never bring it
off now that we know.

This time the
voice is boasting.

Perhaps, but so far he's
made good his boasts.

What have you
done to stop it?

Shilly-shelling about

while these
crimes continue.

This is the last straw.

We must prevent
this all-out att*ck

at any cost.

Sir Evan is right.

All our available
resources

must be rushed immediate.

Withdraw material
from elsewhere?

If need be, yes.

This calls for action
and lots of it.

There's something curious
about this broadcast.

He said tomorrow.

Always before it was now.

I wonder what it means?

There's no time to
wonder at this point.

Mr. Holmes, your methods
have got us nowhere.

The situation demanded
action and got none.

Mr. Lloyd, I think I know

when action
should be taken.

Nevertheless, we
take charge now.

This is a crisis you
can't hope to deal with.

A man to see
your Mr. Holmes

Bring him in.

Yes sir.

Mr. Holmes, sir, last
night I followed Kitty

and that fellow Meade.

Yes.

They went to a place
near a bombed village

on the coast.

North?

No sir, south.

South?

Why didn't you
come sooner?

Motor trouble sir.

Just got back.

All right, it
can't be helped.

Stand by until
we need you.

So, it's on the
southern coast

the drama is to be played.

The fox is out of
his hole at last.

Meade has led us to
the Voice of Terror.

Gentlemen, we must
set out at once.

Are you mad?

What sort of a wild goose
chase are you suggesting?

It's ridiculous.

It's time to be
a stop to this.

Barham speaking.

Yes, of course.

We've been ordered to
accompany Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Harrison, Mr.
Sherlock Holmes.

Evening sir.

All the arrangements
have been made.

Splendid.

In that church up there?

Yes sir.

All right.

Let's go gentlemen.

VonBock seems
to be delayed.

He'll be here, never fear.

You all understand
your objectives?

Sheila,

Sheila.

Yes.

You understand
what you are to do?

Yes sir,

I'm going with the first
intention to Liverpool.

Your men are waiting

there organized
to take control?

They have been ready
and waiting for weeks.

What is that?

When the world
is changing

it is natural
to be on edge.

Merely owls or
perhaps wood rats.

No, it sounded like...

Sheila.

Yes sir.

(Inaudible) Airport,
all is prepared.

Hugo, Birmingham,

where I used to sl*ve
in the factories

but not any more.

The day has come at last.

Line them up over there.

Mr. Holmes, I was afraid
you'd be too late.

I'm glad you're
safe, Kitty.

Come along, sit down.

Gentlemen, when Mr.
Meade and I last met

he wished he could
put us on trial

Mr. Lloyd, Dr.
Watson, and myself.

Now Meade, you
are on trial.

First let me tell you
why you were met here.

The vague but canny
thr*at against our

northeastern
coast was a blind.

Your group has
congregated here

to receive an
invasion army

proceeding across
the channel.

What, invasion?

All those men rushed to
the defense of the north.

Sit down for a moment.

At the head of
this mighty force

the picked and chosen.

The faithful would have proceed
to various centers of our country

and take up a
position of authority.

And we shall, do you
understand that?

Unfortunately for you
that is not to be.

We're held yes,

but the invasion will
proceed without us.

Please be patient.

You called me
on this case

to identify and silence

the Voice of Terror
and to circumvent

the unknown
plan behind it.

That undertaking is
still in progress

but we are rapidly
drawing to a conclusion.

Gentlemen, the Voice of
Terror is here with you

in this church.

What?

Are you referring
to Meade?

Why who is it?

Meade was my one
sure connection

to the Voice of Terror.

At the warehouse I
allowed him to escape

and assigned Kitty
here to trail him.

When I learned through
Kitty's abduction

that Meade had
come down here

to meet with
a group of men

I asked myself why.

Why a deserted fishing
village on the channel

when Scotland was to be

the next scene
of disaster,

and why is it
necessary to withdraw

great stores of ordnance
and material for the

protection of Scotland?

It was a ruse gentlemen

to leave this
coast unprotected.

A ruse devised by
the Voice of Terror.

I knew quite
early, of course,

that the voice was a
member of your agist body.

You dare to insinuate
that one of us?

If this is meant to be
humor it's very ill time.

German agents knew
I was on the case

the very night
I was called in.

How did they
know this secret?

One of your council
informed them.

There were attempts made
on the lives of all of us.

But the attempt
made on the life

of one of your members

was entirely
unsubstantiated,

resting on his word alone.

One member whom I went to
the country ostensible

to protect, actually
to surprise.

This member fired on
the n*zi pick-up plane,

not in rage as
he pretended

but to warn and
frighten it away.

That was very clever
of you Sir Evan.

Sir Evan?

Why I can't believe it.

Sir Evan couldn't
be implicated

in a thing like this.

What Sir Evan got to say?

Let me congratulate
you, Mr. Holmes.

You admit this
outrageous accusation?

Well, there's been
treason before

but this is beyond belief.

Treason is not involved.

Sir Evan Barham is
not Sir Evan Barham.

What are you
talking about?

In March
Lieutenant Evan Barham

was a prisoner in a
German prison camp.

There his amazing
resemblance

to a certain
Heinrich VonBock,

a brilliant
young member

of the German
Secret Service,

sealed young
Barham's fate.

One morning he was
taken out and sh*t,

m*rder*d in cold blood.

Then this man is...

Is Heinrich VonBock who
has been masquerading

in Barham's place for
the past years.

You see gentlemen,

the Germans plan
well in advance.

It's incredible.

How could a thing
like this happen?

Barham had no
immediate family.

The details of
his private life

were effortless
studied by VonBock

who was three
years at Oxford

and had a perfect knowledge
of the English language

and English habits.

So, with possibly the help

of a little
plastic surgery,

not forgetting
the considerable

resemblance to Barham
in the first place,

the deception was
carried through.

Very clever, Mr. Holmes.

I must say, Holmes, it
is positively amazing.

What made you first
suspect Barham?

The real Sir Evan Barham

carried a scar
from childhood.

This one is about
years old,

a detail but significant.

I can't believe it.

It was Barham who insisted

on your being brought
into the case.

A colossal piece of
egocentric conceit.

One to match your own,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Of course I brought
you into the case

to see your weak
and silly handling,

to watch you
fumble and lose it.

Are you too stupid to
realize that this group

is but a small part
of our organization?

We have men stationed
all over England

ready to take command.

They never will.

They were all taken
exactly at dawn

just as you were.

So now we are now
trapped, huh?

No gentlemen, it is
you who are trapped?

Listen.

Even now our messerschmitts
are roaring overhead,

the vanguard of
the invasion.

Why are they not grounded?

Where are your boosted
anti-aircraft g*ns?

They are silent.

Our little ruse was
entirely successful.

The coast has been
stripped of its defenses.

Preserve your vaunted
British vanity

as best you may
in this your hour

of most
humiliating defeat.

You have not captured
us my friend.

We have annihilated you.

Do you really think
we're so blind

that we would strip
this coast of defenses

because of a voice on
a phonograph record?

The council was
deliberately misinformed

about moving the
defense forces.

You are trying to
save your face.

Look, if you
think I'm lying.

Those are not
messerschmitts.

They're Spitfires
and Hurricanes

returning from blasting
your invasion forces.

Destroying men in barges
by the thousands.

Look further,
VonBock, look below.

Commandos, tanks,
slipping away

now that your invasion
force has been destroyed.

To bring ruin and
terror to your people.

I wonder if there's

anything on the
wires about this?

The BBC.

We are frightfully
sorry to announce

that a special broadcast
of the Voice of Terror

will have to be
delayed indefinitely.

The thr*at against
our northern coast

made only as a blind

to cover the enemies
invasion plans

has not been fulfilled.

Instead our
victorious planes

have blasted invasion
bases on the continent,

destroying enormous stores

of material and troops.

More news of this

triumphant
victory tomorrow.

At the same time,

the scattered n*zi agents

all over the
Commonwealth

have been unceremoniously
clapped into prison.

That is all.

Look out!

This girl merits our
deepest gratitude.

Our country is
honored in her

having such loyalty
and devotion.

We'll remember.

Holmes, I don't know how
we'll ever thank you.

Don't try, it
isn't necessary.

I'll be with you in
a minute, Holmes.

I'll just see that
she's taken care of.

I always did think that
chap was an imposter.

Barham was a good fellow.

Played wind
three-quarters in school.

What a lovely
morning, Holmes.

There's an east wind
coming, Watson.

No, I don't think so.

Looks like
another warm day.

Good 'ol Watson.

The one fixed point
in the changing age.

There's an east wind
coming all the same.

Such a wind has never
blew on England yet.

It will be cold and
bitter, Watson.

And a good many of us may
wither before its blast.

But its God's own
wind nonetheless

and a greener, better,
stronger, land

that will lie
in the sunshine

when the storm
was cleared.