All language subtitles for Rivals of Sherlock Holmes s02e13 The Missing Q Cs.eng

[upbeat music]

[church bells chiming]

The grace of our
Lord Jesus Christ,

and the love of God.

And the fellowship
of the Holy Ghost

be with us all evermore.

Amen.

[Men] Amen.

George Thomas Wilson?

I am arresting you for
the murder of your wife,

Agatha Elizabeth Wilson.

["The Rivals of
Sherlock Holmes Theme"]

[Announcer] In late
Victorian times,

there lived many detectives.

The rivals of Sherlock Holmes.

Murder trial in second week.

Latest, junior counsel
picked for England.

Read all about it.

Latest, latest.

Murder trial in second week.

Latest, junior counsel
picked for England.

Oh, Mr. Dallas.

Oh, congratulations, Mr. Dallas.

That was such a game
you played on Saturday.

Thank you, inspector.

That try of yours in the
second half, Mr. Dallas,

was a work of art.

A work of art.

Well, I had a good
team to help me.

Now, if you'd-

Success on the
field, Mr. Dallas.

I like to see that.

It's a pity you can't have the
same success in here today.

You know Wilson's
guilty as well as I do.

He'll hang, Mr. Dallas.

He'll hang.

Isn't that a matter for the jury

to decide, Inspector Mayhew?

I'm so proud.

Are you really going
to play for England?

Milly, please-

You're in all the papers!

Milly, Inspector
Mayhew, Scotland Yard.

Milly Revell.

Ah, Miss Revell?

Not the daughter of Sir
Revel Revell, are you?

I see you're otherwise
engaged, Mr. Dallas.

I'll leave you.

I thought you were
supposed to be on duty.

I got the afternoon off.

Now, Charlie Dallas,
it is my wish that you

ask my father for my hand
in marriage forthwith.

Well, I can't ask him
now, not in court.

Why, is it against
the law or something?

Milly, this is my first
major case as junior counsel.

My big opportunity given
to me by your father.

I can't interrupt him now to
ask for his daughter's hand.

I mean it's...

Well, it's un...un...

Unbelievably, jelly-kneed.

If you don't do it, I
shall ask him myself.

Mmm, Milly.

Gentlemen, you see before
you a pathetic figure.

A decent, honest,
God-fearing, Englishman

brought to this sad
pass by the intricate

devilments of a scheming
ambitious woman.

You're late.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sit down and listen.

Can you honestly say
that you could've endured

the appalling and
prolonged provocation

that this man has endured,

and still retained your sanity?

There is a great lady
who stands above us

with her eyes bandaged
so that justice shall

not be warped or prejudiced.

But if we could see
beyond that bandage,

would we not also see a look
of infinite pity in her eyes?

That look of infinite
pity that must

always temper justice
in a just man?

[men murmuring]

Milord, gentlemen of the jury,

if that lady referred
to by my learned friend

could come down into this
court at this moment.

I suggested that look
she will bestow upon

the defendant would not
be one of infinite pity

but one of infinite horror.

Oh no, that is a
grossly improper remark.

In reply to a grossly
improper suggestion.

My learned friend has
the arrogance to claim

that he has justice on his side.

I am merely defending
that great lady's

greatest virtue, impartiality.

My learned friend
is being offensive.

We are both being offensive.

I intend to be, but
you can't help it.

[men laughing]

[Bailiff] Order.

I concur.

You are both being exceedingly
and childishly offensive.

Pray, desist, and
continue, Mr. Ladbroke.

You noticed, did you not,
the suggestion of insanity

creep into my learned
friends speech.

In case he should
nail that hoary

old red herring to his masthead,

let us deal with it directly.

I call, Professor...

What's the fellow's name?

Dyne.

Dyne?

Augustus Dyne.

Ah, Professor Augustus Dyne.

Call Professor Dyne.

Call Professor Dyne.

[men murmuring]

Take that book away.

I'll have none of that
religious hocus pocus.

My Lord, this is...

Do you wish to
affirm, professor?

You may take it, milord,
that I refuse to swear.

[Judge] Let me be
quite clear about this.

[Professor Dyne] Oh, there's
no confusion, milord,

I'm a forensic alienist
not a magician.

We are not questioning your
professional qualifications.

Do you wish affirm?

When it comes to men's brains,

it's best not to start
swearing oaths about the truth.

Let alone the whole truth.

[Judge] That is not an
answer to my question.

Milly, you must not
send me notes in court.

I didn't.

Did you ask father?

Then who-

Sorry about the note, sir.

Perkins Evening Globe.

How does it feel to be
picked for the England 15?

You are impertinent, sir.

I would never consider
disturbing you when

I expect you to extend
the same courtesy to me.

Good day.

Sorry, sir.

Oh, Charlie that
was magnificent.

Milly, it is my wish
that you go home.

Now.

I am not a member
of the press, sir.

Please, don't speak
to me in that matter.

I shall remain here until
you have done this as I wish.

Oh, Milly.

May I ask what your
relationship to Mr. Dallas is?

That is a matter I
expect to be decided

before the court is
adjourned this afternoon.

All the court is asking
of you, professor,

as a distinguished specialist,

is your considered
professional opinion.

What you really want to know

is if I think this
fellow is mad,

or at least mad enough
to be certified,

if he's found guilty.

I object, milord!

I must strongly object.

What right has this man to-

[Bailiff] Silence.

I will not be silent!

Sir Revell.

My Lord, I object.

This witness is prejudice.

We're all prejudice, Sir Revell.

Just as we're all, to
some degree, insane.

There are, at this moment,

a pair of monomaniacs facing
each other in this very court.

[men laughing]

[Bailiff] Order. Order.

But to be serious for a moment,

let everyone in this place

look closely at his
neighbor's face.

Can you not detect
something wrong

in the eyes, in the mouth?

A trace of madness where
the Great Creator's hand

has slipped.

None of us is perfect.

But I say to you now,

in my opinion,

this defendant is as fit to face

his trial and judgment as
anyone in this courtroom.

Thank you, Professor Dyne.

Concerning your daughter,

I have a question I
would like to ask.

Of course, my boy, of course.

Anytime.

Members of the jury,

this witness has not even
examined the defendant.

What is your opinion worth?

I put it to you, professor.

If you want a full
investigation,

Sir Revell, give me your man.

I'll give you an answer to
your question inside a week.

And by that time, of course,

the defendant will
be of more interest

to an undertaker than
to a judge and jury.

Yes, if I may say so that
is a very silly answer.

To a silly question.

You'll recall the old
adage, Sir Revell.

[men laughing]

Would you like my
opinion, milord,

on the condition of the
brain of a learned counsel

for the defense?

Thank you, professor.

[men laughing]

[Bailiff] Order. Order.

Decent, honest, God-fearing.

You heard the words spoken
on behalf of the defendant.

Decent enough to have
watched his wife,

his intended victim,
die a slow and agonizing

death from poison.

Honest enough to have
bought her coffin

with money stolen
from her three days

before she died.

And demanded 15%
discount on the deal.

There is honesty for you.

God-fearing?

I hope so for his soul's sake

for it is the only
thing that can

save him from the fires of hell.

It's you who'll burn
in the fires of hell,

not me.

This is a case of murder.

As cold-blooded and
premeditated and brutal

as any in the history of crime.

To remove any last
traces of doubt

that may still
linger in your minds,

I intend to ask one question.

That question
simple though it be

will finish the case.

Milord, I see before thee
a tired and beaten man.

His counsel in disarray
having exhausted our energies

in vain pleading
from his behalf.

But milord, I would hit
a man when he is down.

So, with your permission,

I will reserve my question
until tomorrow morning.

[men murmuring]

[Bailiff] Order. Order.

This court will adjourn
until 10:30 in the morning.

[men murmuring]

[Charles] This is not helping
his case in the slightest.

Impulsive, far too impulsive.

Perhaps if you had a
word with him, sir?

Excellent idea, my boy.

You talk to him.

Oh, but sir, coming from you...

Oh, I wish I could,

but I'm afraid I have a
rather pressing engagement.

Ah, Milly, my dear.

Did Charlie talk to you, father?

Of course he did.

He was talking all the time.

See you at home tonight,
Charlie, my boy.

Discuss tomorrow's details.

You're a great disappointment
to me, Charles.

I'll not cry in public.

Please, take me home.

But Milly, I have to
speak to our client.

As you wish.

If you really prefer the company

of that man to mine.

What do you want?

Where's Sir Revell?

Mr. Wilson, Sir Revell
is of the opinion

that you are not helping matters

by your uncontrolled
outbursts in court.

Please, take our advice
and remain silent.

I don't like the way
this case is going.

I don't like the
way that Ladbroke's

allowed to get away with it.

We're giving him a bit
of rope, that's all.

To hang me.

That's your little game, is it?

Going to take my money
and let me swing.

And as for that professor.

The prosecution is
perfectly entitled

to call its own witnesses.

Professor Dyne is a
most eminent surgeon.

Well, I don't like it.

I don't like that question
left in the air like that.

It's a threat.

If you're not happy about
the way your defense

is being handled. Mr. Wilson,

it's always open to
you to make a change.

I'm going to make a
change, all right.

I'm going to take this
case into my own hands.

[Inspector Mayhew] Mr. Dallas.

Inspector.

Could I crave your
indulgence, Mr. Dallas?

It's just for my boy.

Oh, what's his name?

Harry.

I'm surprised to see you
still here, Mr. Dallas.

I had to give Wilson
a piece of my mind.

Not losing confidence
is he, surely?

The man's an idiot.

He's threatening to take
the case into his own hands.

Is he now?

He doesn't mean it, of course.

But he's not the most
reasonable client.

There you are, inspector.

Thank you, Mr. Dallas.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Dallas.

I simply don't
understand Charlie.

He tackled the entire
Scottish 15 single-handed,

but he hasn't the
courage to tackle Papa.

You're being very unjust, dear.

Life of the female
sex is unjust, Mother.

Nonsense.

You're far too much
like your father,

and you're far too knowledgeable

for a young woman of your age.

A little feminine weakness
wouldn't come a miss.

[door closes]

Father!

Milly.

Now, you are not to
speak to your father

until Mr. Dallas has.

Oh, Mr. Dallas, good evening.

Good evening, Lady Revell.

Isn't my husband with you?

I'm afraid not he's
with the Lord Chief.

Oh.

You'll join us for
dinner, of course.

Oh, that's most kind of you.

I'm sorry, I upset
you this afternoon.

But you must let me deal
with matters in my way.

As soon as this case is over,
I'll speak to your father.

Charlie, you know quite well
when Papa and Mr. Ladbroke

get their teeth into a
nice juicy murder case

they like to keep it running
for at least a month.

I can't wait that long.

Are you suggesting that your
father deliberately prolongs-

There's no harm in it.

They're like children.

The longer the case,
the more they get paid.

Ah, sorry I'm late.

Lord Chief hauled Jimmy
Ladbroke and meself

up for a roasting.

Told us to get a move on,

and finish this case by Friday.

He wants to hunt with
the quorn or something.

Mr. Dallas has a very important
question to ask you, Papa.

Question?

Don't talk to me
about questions,

we've heard enough
about questions

for one day, eh Charlie?

You know that old
Jimmy Ladbroke.

He's a cunning devil.

Now, Milly my dear, run along,

there's a good child.

Charlie and I are busy.

I...

I saw Wilson, Sir Revell.

Oh, Wilson?

Who's Wilson?

The defendant.

Oh yes, silly idiot
shouting out like that.

He's not too happy about
the way the case is going.

Oh, isn't he?

Isn't he, by Jove?

Impudent fellow.

He said, well, he said he
was going to make a change.

They all do.
Every man jack of them.

They always want to
conduct their own defense.

Well, let him.

That's all I can say.

And the black cap will be on
him by the end of the week.

[men murmuring]

Mr. Ladbroke's
not here yet, sir.

Oh, he'll overdo it
one of these days.

Does the prosecution wish
to continue with the case?

Milord, may I request
a few moments delay?

Mr. Ladbroke has not
yet arrived in court.

I have sent down
to his chambers.

Please excuse, most
extraordinary, milord.

We will await the return of
your messenger, Mr.Coyle.

Do you think he's fainted, sir?

I expect he's over done it.

He was always too
fond of his brandy.

Milord, Mr. Ladbroke's
clerk had informed me,

well that is Mrs.
Ladbroke has informed

Mr. Ladbroke's
clerk to inform me-

Pray, inform us, Mr. Coyle.

Milord, Mr. Ladbroke
went out after supper

on an urgent call for a
meeting with a solicitor,

and hasn't been seen
or heard of since.

[men murmuring]

Milord, I don't know what to
make of it at all, at all.

[Bailiff] Silence.

Are you prepared to continue
the case, Mr. Coyle?

No, milord, I'm not
at all prepared.

Would an adjournment
be at all in order?

With the consent
of the other side.

My Lord, we might, I
presume, claim a verdict

of acquittal, as our
opponent is unprepared

to proceed with the case.

However, I shall be very
reluctant to adopt a course

which however legal,

might not be seen by
the world at large

as satisfying the
course of justice.

We therefore leave the matter
in your lordship's hands.

Very right and
proper, Sir Revell.

In the circumstances.
I see nothing for it,

but to adjourn this case
until this time tomorrow.

[men murmuring]

Mr. Dallas!

[Charles] Inspector.

About the Ladbroke case.

[Charles] There's
a case already?

I'd like a word with
you immediately.

Could you possibly step over
to my offices in Scotland yard?

"I am going to make
a change, all right.

I am going to take this
case into my own hands."

And that's exactly what George
Thomas Wilson said, is it?

Well, yes, he said it, but you-

And now, today,
the very next day,

a leading counsel
disappears into thin air.

No clues and a very strong
motive, which is more important.

But in the circumstances,

how could he possibly
have done it?

He's been in custody
for 12 weeks.

Well, he could have had
it all planned beforehand.

A fella like that always has
accomplices, many accomplices.

Wilson's never behind this.

Look, I admit it's
an outside chance,

but outsiders do
come in, you know.

Inspector, you're
making this all sound

more sinister than it really is.

Old Jimmy Ladbroke will
be in court tomorrow

or I'll eat my wig and gown.

[men murmuring]

There's no more news of
Mr. Ladbroke, milord.

There's no one that's found
a living trace of him.

[men murmuring]

[Bailiff] Order.

Silence.

Milord, my leader, Sir
Revell, has also disappeared.

He went out suddenly last night,

and never returned.

[men murmuring]

[Bailiff] Silence.

Both counsel disappeared
into thin air?

What is the meaning of this?

I ask you in the
name of justice.

What is the meaning
of this, hmm?

I'm sorry, therefore,
that I must

beg you to return
to your chambers,

but I am sure you will
agree that the matter

is of the utmost
urgency, Charles Dallas.

And I'm supposed to have
sent this to Sir Revell?

Do you deny writing that note?

Certainly I do.

But it is in your own
handwriting, Mr. Dallas.

It's a good imitation
of my handwriting,

but I assure you
I didn't write it!

Both Lady Revell and
her daughter have

identified that
handwriting as yours.

I know, but I didn't write it.

I told them that,

and naturally they believe me.

Oh, well then if we
may assume for a moment

that you didn't write it,

then, well, who did?

If we knew that, inspector,

we'd be a long way towards
solving the mystery.

Presumably someone who had
access to your handwriting.

Which could be any
one of a thousand.

But there is one
obvious suspect.

Oh?

George Thomas Wilson!

Oh, really, inspector.

Well, can you think
of anyone else?

[Charles] No, but...

Oh, I say everything
points to him.

Well, concede he
might, possibly,

have a motive for removing
the prosecuting counsel,

but why on earth should
he want to kidnap

his own defense counsel?

To get rid of him.

He wanted that.

You told me so yourself.

Have you seen Wilson?

Yeah, saw him this morning.

A very cock-a-hoop he was, too.

Of course, he denied
having anything to do

with the kidnappings.

Actually had the
effrontery to ascribe

it to an act of God to prove
his innocence to the world.

Though why he should
involve the Almighty

in a purely police
matter I can't think.

I'll tell you what I do think,

I think that with both the
counsels out of the way,

the judge is quite likely to say

there is no case against Wilson.

And order an
acquittal, you mean?

Exactly.

And that is what I call
a copper bottom motive.

All right, so
Wilson has a motive,

but how did he do it?

Well, bribery, accomplices.

I don't know.

But is there any other
reason for anyone else

to spirit away two elderly QCs?

There's been no demand for
ransom, nothing like that.

Supposing it was me,
and I was a little mad,

and I had a legal problem
of appalling complexity?

I'd want to pick the brains

of the best lawyers
in the country.

You will find your
madman, Mr. Dallas.

And you prove Wilson did it?

Aye, that is a wager.

Let's hope one of us comes
up with something quickly.

Whichever way you look at it,

it's a damn lunatic case.

Missing QC sensation.

Home secretary to
make statement.

Missing QC latest.

Missing QC sensation.

Home secretary to
make statement.

Statement, indeed.

I never saw such a feeble
pronouncement in my life.

The home secretary is in
a very difficult position.

Nearly a week and not a clue.

What could he possibly say?

But nothing seems
to be being done.

I really can't understand it.

Lady Revell, let
me assure you that

I, for one, am giving
up every spare moment

of my time to the task,

and not only me.

It's not too much to say that

the whole nation is looking for

your husband and Mr. Ladbroke.

Then all I can say is they
can't be looking very hard.

I wish I were a man.

Clearly, you're all
looking in the wrong place.

We must be patient, Milly.

Patient?!

You say you're doing
everything you can,

but what exactly are you doing?!

Well, I've withdrawn
from the England 15

till they're found.

What more do you want?

Charlie, I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have done that.

I'm sorry, really I am.

It's all right.

All I can say is
whoever did this

must be absolutely potty.

Absolutely.

Just a minute.

What?

Inspector Mayhew said it
was a damn lunatic case.

He was right.

Do you know, I think
for once he might be.

All right, Mr. Dallas,
let's have a look at you.

Oh, it's not me, professor,
I'm perfectly all right.

You're an expert on the insane.

All I'm asking...

Yes, yes.

Some inflammation at the base
of the left basal ganglia.

Quite, quite.

You're all on wires,
aren't you Mr. Dallas?

Well, naturally, I'm very upset

about this whole business.

Really?

I should've thought
you'd been delighted.

Two of your seniors
painlessly removed.

Quick promotion.

It's not as simple as that, sir.

You see, I'm very attached
to Sir Revell's daughter.

Oh, forgive me.

I had no idea of the matter was

of more than ordinary
interest to you.

Women been getting at
you a bit, have they?

Oh, Milly's a splendid girl,

but she's just like her
father, very impatient.

Have the Revells many children?

Milly's their only daughter.

Ah, interesting.

I have long held the theory that

the first female child has
a similar brain structure

to that of her father.

Never been able to
prove it, of course,

but it's a fascinating
possibility.

I'm getting old, Dallas.

Professor, supposing
this kidnapping

to be the work of a lunatic,

have you any idea as to the
sort of man we might be after?

Well, I must confess
the case interests me

along with the rest of this
nation of armchair detectives.

I should like to be
able to help you.

You may well be my last hope.

But as to it being
the work of a lunatic,

it seems to me that
whoever is capable

of spiriting away
two exceptionally

and concealing them
from the authorities

for over a fortnight,

must be something in
the nature of genius.

Yes, but what's the motive?

There must be a reason.

Now, look here, my boy.

Just you forget about motives

and all the rest of this
amateur detective nonsense,

or you'll have a
proper breakdown.

You stick to your own job.

Let the police get
on with theirs.

And you tell that to
Miss Milly Revell.

It's a doctor's advice.

I'm going to give you
some pills, sedatives.

You're not serious
about withdrawing

from the England team?

Oh, yes sir, it's not really-

There you are.

Take two at night.

Reconsider your decision.

You're a great player.

We can't afford to lose you.

Good evening, professor.

And a very good evening
to you, Mr. Dallas.

Thank you, Ethel.

Thank heavens.

[church bells chiming]

Good morning, inspector.

Oh no, not again, not today.

Not on Sunday.

Please, leave me alone.

Have you found anything
more against Wilson?

[Inspector Mayhew] No, not
today, Mr. Dallas, not today.

Well, our investigations seem

to have ground to
a complete halt.

Mr. Dallas, look, go home,

go to bed, go to
sleep, play rugger,

[knocking]

do anything you like,

but please leave me...

[mumbling]

What?

Oh, thank you.

It's for you.

It's from Lady Revell.

Nothing to do with
the case, I suppose.

I won't know till I see her.

Oh, Charlie, I'm so
relieved to see you.

Milly's gone.

Gone?

Where?

She had a note.

A note?

It arrived this
morning from someone

who thinks he can
help find my husband.

Oh, who was it?

Please, try to remember.

Didn't say.

It was just signed
a well wisher.

Well, have you the note?

Milly took it with her.

Well, you see, there were
some directions on it.

Somewhere down in Surrey.

I mean, you really
shouldn't have let her go

without someone to escort her.

I tried to stop her,
Charlie, really I did,

but you know Milly.

Once she's made up her mind,

she's just like my husband.

Pig-headed.

Try to remember where
it was, Lady Revell.

She had to catch a
train from Waterloo.

She looked it up
in the directory.

Well, she's marked it.

Look.

Barwood.

Barwood.

[dogs barking]

[hooves clopping]

[dogs barking]

What is this place?

Ah, bless you, sir.

Don't you know?

Why no.

It's a lunatic asylum.

That's what it is.

For the loonies.

That'll be two
shillings to you, sir.

Oh yes, of course.

Thank you, cabby.

Thank you, sir.

[doorbell rings]

[dog howling]

[thunder rumbling]

[doorbell ringing]

Good afternoon.

I was wondering if a young lady-

What's going on, Brander?

Professor Dyne.

Mr. Dallas, well, I never.

What brings you here?

[Charles] Well, sir-

Of course, you've come
to find Miss Revell.

It's all right, Brander.

I know our visitor.

Please to see you, Dallas.

Your young lady's here.

Safe and sound.

All a bit of a scene
you had no doubt.

I'm sorry, sir, I had no idea.

Lady Revell had
said that Milly had

gone off to see a well wisher.

- Naturally-
- Naturally,

she was concerned, of course.

A childish device, I must admit,

but you must forgive
us elderly gentlemen

our eccentricities.

We have a visitor, Miss Revell.

A pleasant surprise, eh?

Hello, Charlie.

Milly.

A glass of Madeira , Mr. Dallas.

Oh, thank you, professor.

Brander, the Madeira.

Brander was once one of
my patients, years ago.

Weren't you, Brander?

He doesn't answer
because he cannot.

During the operation,

a hemorrhage occurred
in Broca's convolution.

We get on very well
together, Brander and I.

I never stop talking.

He never says a word.

Most satisfactory.

All right, Brander.

Why did you have to
operate, professor?

Criminal lunatic, my dear.

Violent crimes of
the vilest nature.

I'm proud of Brander.

He's one of my big successes.

Your work is so important,

so very worthwhile, professor.

I like to think so, my
dear, I like to think so.

Perhaps you'll be able
to help me with it.

I shall be delighted to
help you in any way I can.

Good, good.

Professor, I gather
you suggested that

you might be able
to find Sir Revell.

Did I?

Did I, indeed?

Well, yes, sir.

Your note to Milly.

As to actually
finding Sir Revell,

I'm afraid I can't promise that,

but as I was explaining
to his charming daughter,

I do have one or two theories.

[thunder rumbling]

Then, you don't
know where he is?

Good heaven's no.

But you said...

Actually, it was Mr.
Dallas who set me thinking.

I thought it would
be a good idea

if I were to meet you.

A clearer picture of Sir Revell,

coming from his only daughter,

might have proved helpful.

I don't see how.

Oh, my dear Miss Revell,

we who deal with the mind must

study every possible
aspect of the case

before making our appraisal.

Of course.

Actually, I can't
think of anybody

with a better
motive for abducting

two eminent QCs than myself.

[thunder rumbling]

You?

Miss Revell, think how
valuable and interesting

it would be for me
to be able to compare

two of the finest
minds in the country.

You don't really mean that.

No, I don't really mean it,

but it would be the chance
of a lifetime, wouldn't it?

I mean, speaking
purely professionally.

You have your patients, surely.

Oh yes, my poor patients.

But sometimes I long to examine
a mind that isn't diseased.

I always thought that
if it was for research,

you could get healthy
bodies from the hospitals.

Oh yes, dead ones.

No good dead.

Must have blood and oxygen
pumping through them

to get the correct reactions.

The professor's
joking with us, Milly.

I know you always use
animals for research.

Some people don't like
wasting their time.

The human brain is
like no animal brain,

much more interesting
and complicated.

The most complicated, involved,

and secret mechanism
known to men.

[thunder rumbling]

And of all men,

I have come nearest to
unraveling those secrets.

Poor animals.

I like animals.

Why should I take
it out on them?

They don't mean any harm.

Not like we do.

We, human beings
actually mean harm.

Have you ever thought of that?

The seeds of greed,
cunning, cruelty

are planted in
every human being.

In even the finest brain
there is a flaw, a stain.

Our personalities are split
between good and evil,

and we cannot always control
which side comes out on top.

That's what makes the
human race interesting,

and so unlovable.

[loud moaning]

Ah, my patients.

This kind of storm
upsets them terribly.

If you'll excuse me
for a few moments,

I think I must go and see them.

[thunder rumbling]

[door creaking]

Could we come with
you, professor?

Well, you see, there
are certain things

not suitable for the eyes
and ears of a young lady.

I'm a trained nurse, professor.

Are you?

Are you, indeed?

And I shall very
much like to come.

Oh, well in that case,

but you understand it's on
your own responsibility.

[screaming]

Calm down, calm down.

It's all right.

I am here with you,
it's all right.

No, no, no!

No, no, no.

[crying]

Calm down, old fellow.

Calm down.

That's right, that's right.

Calm.

Manic depressive.

Suicidal.

Can you help him?

Oh yes, I shall take
part of the frontal lobe.

I shall operate
tonight, Matthew.

Prepare the patients.

What are the operations to be?

Something new.

Something very difficult.

Do you know, I believe
I'm the only surgeon

in the world who
could even attempt it.

And I'm 72.

I should like to watch you
operating sometime, professor.

So you shall, my dear.

So you shall.

When I was a medical student,

you wouldn't believe the clumsy

butcher's tools they had to use.

I've had to invent
most of these myself.

Now, you take...

[thunder rumbling]

[dramatic music]

That was very
interesting, professor.

Wasn't it, Charlie?

Very.

As the professor's
operating tonight,

don't you think we're
outstaying our welcome?

Oh, but I thought Miss Revell
wanted to watch me operate.

We surgeons love an
audience, you know, my dear?

Oh Charlie, can't we stay?

I really think we ought
to be getting back.

But Charlie, there's-

[Charles] Milly.

Oh, well, just as
you like, my dears.

I'll go and order a
carriage immediately.

Now Charlie, that was very rude.

We've got to get out of here.

We've got to get some help.

What are you talking about?

He's got your father and
Mr. Ladbroke in there.

That's who he's
planning to operate on.

What?

Oh, come Charlie.

While he was showing you around,

I saw Sir Revell being
prepared for the operation.

I promise you, it's true.

What are we going to do?

So, my dears, you have found
the solution to your problem.

What do you mean, professor?

Oh, come Mr. Dallas,
you don't imagine

I'm so naive as not
to have realized

why you are so anxious to leave.

I don't understand.

The two missing QCs are
about to be sacrificed

to the cause of
medical research.

Research?

The world will call it
cold-blooded murder.

One day, the world
will be more generous.

Humanity will be the
richer for the knowledge

I shall gain from the dissection

of two of the finest
brains in the country.

You're mad!

The dividing line
between insanity

and genius is a
narrow one, Mr Dallas.

Happily, I fall into
the latter category.

Come Miss Revell, you
wanted to watch me operate,

and so you shall.

Now, look professor, it's
a fascinating theory,

but don't you think this
has gone far enough?

You can't be serious.

Oh, I am, my boy.

Perfectly serious.

Come along, Miss Revell.

Stay where you are, Milly!

Don't be foolish, Mr. Dallas.

I should hate to
have to use this.

For God's sake, professor!

Over there, Mr. Dallas!

Now, we shall see you later.

Meantime, feel free to help
yourself to a drink, won't you?

You'll find plenty
of reading matter

to help you pass the time.

Charlie.

[glass breaking]

[dogs barking]

[dogs barking]

[dogs barking]

I apologize for the
discomfort, Miss Revell,

you will appreciate I
must have absolute quiet

while I'm working.

All right, Matthew let's begin.

Dallas?

It appears that your Mr. Dallas

has left the house, Miss Revell.

I don't think he'll get away.

It is just not possible.

My grounds are too
securely guarded.

All right, Brander.

Now, to work.

And afterwards you
yourself will provide

the material for my final
and conclusive experiment.

[dogs barking]

[Groundskeeper] Go
on, go on, get him!

C'mon, get him!

C'mon, get him!

C'mon, get him!

C'mon, c'mon!

What have we got here, on
a Sunday night and all?

I just got away from the hall.

What hall?

Barwood Hall.

Professor Dyne's place?

Listen, get in touch with
Inspector Mayhew, Scotland Yard.

Got it?

Mayhew, tell him...

No, let me speak.

Scotland Yard on a Sunday night?

Oh you'll be lucky.

The professor is a
dangerous criminal lunatic.

He's about to murder two
innocent me in cold blood.

Oh, is he?

You'd better come in here then.

You can tell us all about it,.

It's desperately urgent.

We've not a moment to lose.

Oh, well, we'd
better do something

about it then, hadn't we?

I mean, we can't
have the professor

going around murdering
people in cold blood

now can we?

Don't!

Listen, you idiots!

What are you doing?!

Listen to me, will you?!

That were a close thing.

Ruddy loony.

Be the first one
of them got away

from the professor's
place in years.

[yells]

God save us.

I don't like it, sergeant.

It's sort of creepy.

Oh, he'll calm down.

Give him time.

Maybe somebody should
take a look at him?

Well, go on then,
take a look at him.

You take a look at him.

We'll both take a look at him.

I think he's passed out.

Well, what do we do?

Come on.

Well?

God save us, I think he's dead.

What the devil?!

Stay where you are or
I'll break his neck!

For God's sake!

What do I do, sarge?

You'll do exactly as I say

or your friend's a
dead man, I mean it.

Now, unlock these handcuffs.

Oh, but-

Come on!

You all right, sergeant?

What the devil?!

Now, handcuff your sergeant.

Do as I say?!

Tell him, sergeant!

Do as he says.

I'm sorry about this, sergeant.

That's better.

Save your energy, constable,

you'll need all your
strength soon enough.

I'm sorry about this.

Put me through to Scotland Yard

fast as you can
it's very urgent.

He's telephoning Scotland Yard.

Dangerous lunatic.

That's what he is.

What blooming idiots
we're gonna look.

Clever lunatic, if you ask me.

They're the worse,
the cunning ones.

And he's strong as an ox.

Now, what do we do?

God knows.

What?

[Operator] I'm sorry, sir.

Can't get through to
London at all, sir.

All the lines are down.

It's the storm, sir.

Blown them all down, it seems.

Damn!

No luck?

Now, why don't you come back
here like a good fellow?

Let us take care of
you and no harm done.

For God's sake, can't you
get it into your heads

I'm not a lunatic?!

No, no, sir, of course not, sir.

So, you'll just come
and let us out of here,

and prove how sensible you are.

All right then.

Look at this.

Recognize him?

Charlie Dallas.

The same.

Well, not the England fly off?

Well, yes, actually.

Now, perhaps you'll believe me.

Good lord.

Seems we owe you
an apology, sir.

Good lord, sir.

I mean, well, good lord, sir.

The 12th of March, 1900.

Comparative dissection of
two healthy male brains

commenced 7:37 post meridian.

[knocking]

[grunting]

[Sergeant] I want to speak
to Professor Dyne, please!

It's urgent!

[P.C. Oates] Easy lad.

The professor, please.

A patient of his of
desperate character.

You want to be a bit
more careful, you know.

Can't have dangerous lunatics

running around the countryside.

Take it easy,
you'll be all right.

Come on then.

Easy.

Go and get your master.

[grunting]

I think he believed
us all right.

So far, so good.

They always said in the village,

that butler weren't
right in the head.

Yeah, a real comic, isn't he?

Pray god, we're on time.

Go away, Brander.

I'll not be disturbed.

Yes, that should be all right.

Do you hear me,
Brander, go away!

I'll not be disturbed!

You'd think he'd be
worried, wouldn't you?

Losing one of his patients.

Looks like we're going
to be here all night.

Old professor's got
some nice things.

Shh!

[door creaking]

Look after him, you two,

and then follow me.

Come on, sergeant!

Mr. Dallas.

It's all over, professor.

All over?

I had only just begun.

Begun.

What have I begun?

[moaning]

[yelling]

Oh, Milly darling,
are you all right?

Oh Charlie, thank god.

[Judge] Sir Revell.

[Sir Revel] Here, milord.

Mr. Ladbroke, I
should like it to be

put on record that
this court is relieved

to see you both safely
restored to our midst.

My lord.

Now, where were we?

Oh yes!

Ah, Mr. Ladbroke,
if I may remind you,

before we were so
rudely interrupted

by forces outside our control,

you were about to
ask a question.

Milord, gentlemen of the jury,

let us remove the
last traces of doubt

that this man who stands
indicted before you

is guilty of the crime
of which he is accused.

A crime so Machiavellian
in its conception.

So monstrous in its execution-

Sir Revell, may I
marry your daughter?

Of course, my boy, of course.

Now, just be quiet and listen.

[James] That any human
being could stoop

to such extremes of villainy
and violence and deception.

My lord, may I
humbly beg to remind

my learned friend, yet
again, about his question.

Oh yes, what about that
question, Mr. Ladbroke?

Question, my lord?

What question?

What was the
question, Sir Revell?

The question my learned
friend was about to ask,

which simple though it was,

would finish the case.

[men murmuring]

[Bailiff] Order.

My learned friend asked

a question about a question.

I do not intend to answer
his question, milord.

But would rather remind
him, in his own words,

that there is a great
lady who stands above us.

Her eyes are bandaged
so that justice

shall not be warped
or prejudiced.

Congratulations, Mr.
Dallas, Miss Revell.

Try and keep him behind
his scrum, Miss Revell.

You can always
leave police matters

to the professionals, you know.

["The Rivals of
Sherlock Holmes Theme"]

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