All language subtitles for The.Sign.of.Four.1983.720p.BluRay.x264-x0r_track3_[eng]

(♪ RABINOWITZ: The Sign of Four
Theme)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(THUNDER BOOMS)

(DOG BARKS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Who the devil comes calling here
on a night like this?

Who the devil comes calling here
at any time rather?

This has been delivered, Major Sholto.

Huh?

There was no-one there, sir.
Just this tacked to the door.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

(THUNDER BOOMS)

My God, no!

No!

No! No!

We found nothing.

Greed.

Cursed greed.

She must have her fair share
of the treasure.

The treasure? What treasure?

Who, Father?

Captain Morstan's daughter.

Captain Morstan?

Captain Morstan disappeared
years ago.

Died.

Died in this very house.

In India, Morstan and I gained
possession...

of a great treasure.

I brought it to England.

Several years later...

Morstan returned to London.

On the night of his arrival, he came
directly here to claim...his share.

We argued about the division.

We argued violently.

There were harsh words.

Then blows.

I disposed of his body. I had to.

The treasure, Father.
Where is it?

Hidden.

Barely touched all these years.

Possession was enough for me.

Just to look at those gems.

To run my hands through them.

Morstan's daughter - find her.
She deserves her share.

The treasure, Father.

Where is it?

The attic.

The secret room.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

It's him! Keep him out!

For the love of God...

- Father!
- Keep him out!

I...saw...

- There's no-one out there, Father.
- I saw him, I tell you!

The one-legged man.

- Yes, Williams?
- I heard a shot, sir.

Father thought he saw a prowler.

Search the grounds.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

Bartholomew?

The treasure?

Yes, Thaddeus... The treasure.

But not now. Father's dying.

(GLASS SMASHES)

What? Bartholomew! Thaddeus!

I often wondered why those stairs
went nowhere.

Bartholomew!

Thaddeus!

They're not here, Major

Gone treasure hunting.

Greedy.

Like their father

Small!

That's right, Major Small.

I have come a long way
to find you, Major

Come in the name of the four.

Oh, dear! No, no. No, please!

The four you betrayed.

The four who gave you wealth!

Oh, no. Small, listen...

The treasure's here.

- It's here.
- And we were there.

Left back there to rot in that damn
stinking hell hole.

You broke your oath.

Even betrayed your friend
Captain Morstan.

Your fellow officer.

Oh, no! No, take the treasure.

It's here, all of it.

Three million pounds. Take it!

First things first.

Justice for the four.

Vengeance for the four.

I've killed you a thousand times
over the years, Major.

Oh, it was all so vivid in my mind.

Shall I describe how I'll do it, Major?

Shall I?

Major?

You cheat me of my revenge

but neither you nor any of yours

will stand between me and
what belongs to the four.

Bartholomew, is it there?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(THUNDER BOOMS, WIND HOWLS)

(CHURCH CLOCK STRIKES)

Good morning, ladies.

Good Lord!

Fire! Holmes!

Holmes! Holmes! Fire!

(HISSING AND BLOWING)

Like many of your deductions,
Watson - wrong.

Then, pray, enlighten me as usual.

Research for my monograph.

Would this vital experiment be
disturbed by a bit of fresh air?

Oh...another monograph.

Yes. This is on the distinction between
the ashes of the various tobaccos.

So far I have enumerated 93 forms of
cigar, cigarette and pipe tobacco.

Yes, I'm sure there's a great crying
need for such information.

Indeed.

For example, if you can say that
some murder has been done

by a man who was smoking
an Indian lunkah,

it obviously narrows your field
of search.

Holmes, you do have an extraordinary
genius for small details.

I appreciate their importance, Watson.

One must always observe
the small facts

upon which huge inferences
may depend.

And what huge inferences
can you deduce from this?

A test, old fellow?

Would you think it impertinent?

No, on the contrary,
I shall be delighted.

The watch recently came into
my possession.

Can you give an opinion of the habits
and character of its late owner?

It's difficult for a man to have
any object in daily use

and not leave the impress of
his individuality on it.

But this watch has recently
been cleaned,

which robs me of my most vital facts.

It was cleaned before being
sent to me.

Almost 2.00.

She should be here at any moment.

She?

A Miss Mary Morstan.

She sent word requesting to see me
on a most urgent matter.

Holmes?

Ah, yes.

The previous owner of your watch was
a careless man of untidy habits

who lived for some time in poverty

with occasional short intervals
of prosperity,

but, finally taking to drink,

he died.

That's unworthy of you, Holmes.

You've obviously learned the history
of my unhappy brother.

You can't expect me to believe you've
gathered all that from his old watch.

My dear fellow, I'm sorry.

I viewed the matter as
an abstract problem.

I really had no idea you even had
a brother.

But your facts are correct
in every particular.

How could you possibly guess?

I never guess.

- It is destructive to logic.
- But how?

The small facts, Watson.

The watch case is not only dented
but cut and marked,

by hard objects such as coins and
keys kept in the same pocket.

Only a careless, untidy man treats
an expensive article in such a fashion.

But how could you know he lived in
poverty with intervals of prosperity?

When London pawnbrokers take
a watch,

they scratch the ticket number
inside the case with a pinpoint.

There are four such numbers inside
the case of the watch you are holding.

Correct?

Obviously your brother was often
at low water,

but he had occasional intervals
of prosperity.

Or he could not have redeemed
his pledge.

And the drink?

Look at the keyhole for winding
the spring.

No sober man's key could have scored
those grooves.

But you'll never see a drunkard's watch
without them.

He leaves traces of his unsteady hand.

Where is the mystery in all this,
my friend?

Holmes, by now I should have more
faith in your amazing faculties.

Hmm. I've recently had little
to exercise that faculty.

I tell you, Watson...

Crime and existence have been rather
commonplace of late.

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC PLAYS)

Now, ladies and gentlemen, roll up,
roll up, roll up.

- For the greatest show on earth.
- Only a penny.

(CHILDREN SQUEAL)

All the way from the Indian jungle,

seeing is believing, ladies and
gentlemen - only a penny.

Only a penny - the most gruesome
sight in captivity.

The most bloodthirsty creature in
the world.

See him tear and eat human flesh.

- Human flesh!
- I don't believe it.

No? How do you think I got this, then?

Come on, ladies and gentlemen,
that's the way. Only a penny.

The thrill of a lifetime. It'll freeze
your blood, curdle your blood!

Here you are, sir.

- You be ready to sail tonight.
- I'll have her ready.

Little children especially welcome.

You bringing your...

Your friend.

I should charge extra for carrying
that little devil.

You've been paid more than
enough as it is.

Just have the boat ready.

This way, ladies and gentlemen.
That's right, only a penny.

Only a penny, ladies and gentlemen.

Mr Holmes?

Good afternoon. Won't you come in,
Miss Morstan?

Please forgive the heavy odour
of cigars.

My friend and colleague, Dr Watson.

Charmed. Won't you have a seat,
Miss Morstan?

- May I...?
- Oh, yes.

I am at your service, Miss Morstan.
What has brought you to our door?

This.

Good Lord, Holmes! Is it genuine?

It was delivered by messenger
this morning,

along with this letter.

Thank you.

Oh, the envelope too, please.

Best quality paper. The correspondent
is particular.

Incense.

No address.

"Please be outside the Lyceum
Theatre tomorrow at 10.00.

"If you feel distrust,
bring two friends.

"You are a wronged woman and
shall have justice.

"Do not notify the police.

"Your unknown friend."

Do you have any suspicions as to
this unknown friend?

None at all. It's all a frightening
mystery to me, Mr Holmes.

Watson, what do you make of
the handwriting?

The correspondent is clearly a man,
a weak man of nervous disposition.

Look at his long letters.

There is vacillation in his Ks and
self-esteem in his capitals.

This is the latest edition of
Cole's Report on Gemmology.

Yes, as I thought.

The Great Mogul.

This is the second largest known
diamond in the world.

It was first discovered in India
some 200 years ago.

My father was a military officer
in India.

Captain David Morstan.

I wonder if all this has anything to do
with his disappearance.

- Your father disappeared?
- Yes.

Six years ago last December.

Six years!

He'd arranged to return on leave

and telegraphed me to meet him
at his hotel in London.

I went there, but was told that my
father had gone out the night before

and hadn't yet returned.

He never did.

- There were enquiries, of course?
- Oh, yes.

But they turned up nothing.

Did your father have any friends
in London?

Only one that I know of.

Major John Sholto.

They'd been in charge of the military
prison in the Andaman Islands.

Major Sholto had retired
a few years before.

- Did you contact this Major Sholto?
- Immediately.

But he didn't even know that my father
was back in England.

Your father's luggage...?

No, there was nothing to even
suggest that...

Except this.

I found it most unusual.

I kept it out of mere curiosity.

- You found it wrapped in this oilskin?
- Yes.

Clearly it had some great importance

for your father to have preserved it
so carefully.

The paper is of Indian manufacture.

It's a hand-drawn diagram of a section
of a large building,

a small cross in red and these
four rather unique crosses.

"Jonathan Small, Mahomet Singh,
Abdullah Khan, Dost Akbar.

"The sign of the four."

I'll keep this for the time being,
if I may.

The note suggested that you should
bring two friends.

If you would consider Dr Watson and
myself as such,

we should be happy
to accompany you

on this somewhat curious
excursion.

If you will call for us tomorrow
morning, at 9.30?

I'm so grateful.

It's more than I dared hope for.

Thank you, Mr Holmes.

Dr Watson.

What a very attractive young woman.

Is she?

I did not observe.

You blasted fool!

That diamond was the most valuable
of the lot.

Father's last wish was that she should
have her share.

Father's dead.

We owe her nothing.

I feel I do.

Our honour is at stake.

You really are a fool.

- I want that stone back.
- No.

Do as you please,

but I'll not stand by and see Miss
Morstan cheated of her fair share.

Fair share! Damn you! That diamond
could be worth half the treasure.

When will you be meeting her?

Tomorrow morning, if she agrees.

Well, then, bring her here.

We'll resolve the matter.

One third, Bartholomew.

I insist on those terms.

One third.

Or she keeps the diamond.

Good night, sir.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(DOG BARKS)

Tonga!

Ha!

(SITAR MUSIC)

(SITAR FADES)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(WHISTLES)

(CREAKING)

(CREAKING)

(CREAKING)

Who's there?

Agh!

(GLASS SMASHES)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(DRAMATIC CHORDS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(DOG BARKS)

There it is.

The great Agra treasure.

20 years since I last touched it.

(LAUGHS)

Yellow bag!

Where's the yellow bag?

The Great Mogul.

Where is it?

The other one.

So...the Sholtos still deny the four.

Not for long.

Not for long.

(HE HUMS)

(HOLMES JOINS IN)

Ah! You're here at last.

It's almost 9.30.

Miss Morstan will be here any minute.

Cologne!

That's rather a liberal dosage.

For Miss Morstan's benefit, I presume.

Well, she is...

How old would you say she is?

Beware, old fellow. Emotions are
antagonistic to clear reasoning.

Holmes, there's something positively
inhuman in you at times.

A client is to me a mere factor,
a unit in a case.

One can't apply such logic to
a lovely lady.

My dear Watson, the most winning
lady I ever knew

was hanged for poisoning
her three small children

for their insurance money.

(HE LAUGHS)

Where have you been, anyway?

Consulting some recent editions of
The Times.

It's truly amazing how much one can
learn from the mundane daily features.

Weather reports, personal
advertisements, obituaries.

Obituaries?

They're usually the most informative.

Did you know that a certain Major John
Sholto died just five days ago?

Major John Sholto.

No, I don't think I...

Sholto! Miss Morstan made mention
of that name.

Precisely.

Captain Morstan disappears.

The one person in London he could
have visited is Major John Sholto.

And yet Sholto denies knowing that
Morstan was in London.

Six years later, Sholto dies.

And within five days of his death,

Morstan's daughter receives
an enormously valuable jewel

and a letter describing her as
a wronged woman.

Now, what possible wrong
can it refer to?

Other than the deprivation of
her father.

And why should all this happen
so soon after Sholtc's death?

Watson.

What does this mark in red ink
suggest to you?

Well, I don't want to sound obtuse but
it could suggest almost anything.

Now, come along, Watson.

Think back to all those boyhood
romances of your youth.

In those tales there was always...
a map.

Of course! X to mark the spot where
the treasure's buried.

Exactly!

X marks the spot.

Are you saying this is some sort of
treasure map?

My dear Watson, diamonds like
the one Miss Morstan received

do not drop from the sky like manna
from Heaven.

But what's all this to do with
Sholto or...

or Morstan's disappearance?

Questions that hopefully our
expedition this morning will answer.

Um... A four-wheeler has just arrived.

Oh, Miss Morstan.

Are you ready for the hunt, Watson?

(HE LAUGHS)

Well, yes, Major Sholto was
a particular friend of my father.

They'd served in many battle
campaigns together.

And shared command of the Andaman
Islands military prison.

For many years, Mr Holmes.

Of necessity, that would make them
very close indeed.

Very close, Dr Watson.

My father's letters were full of
warm allusions to the Major.

I never met him. The news of his death
does sadden me.

But you did say you communicated
with him

regarding your father's disappearance.

Oh, yes, but only through the police.

At that time the Major said he was
too ill to see anyone.

And he made no further attempt
to see you, or even write to you?

None whatever, Mr Holmes.

(CHURCH CLOCK STRIKES)

WHISPERS: Holmes!

(DISTANT VOICES CALLING)

Morning Post!

Get your Morning Post!

Miss Mary Morstan?

Yes.

These two gentlemen are my friends.

Please, but I am to request
your solemn word

that neither of your companions
are police officers.

You have my word.

Newspaper! Morning Chronicle.

You don't suppose this is some sort of
elaborate hoax, do you, Holmes?

One does not bait a practical joke with
such a valuable jewel, Watson.

(CARRIAGE RATTLES)

Morning Chronicle!

For God's sake, Holmes,
where are we?

We have just crossed the river and
have entered Coldharbour Lane.

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC)

Good Lord! A fairground!

It can't be doing much business
in this weather.

The Sahib awaits you.

(SITAR MUSIC)

Your servant, Miss Morstan.

And your escorts?

Mr Holmes and Dr Watson.

My pleasure, gentlemen.

Mr Thaddeus Sholto, I presume.

How could you possibly know
who I am?

Logic, Mr Sholto.

It seemed rather odd that your father
Major Sholto made no attempt

to help Miss Morstan at the time of
her father's disappearance.

Considering the friendship between
the two men

and their close military ties,

that would suggest a lack
of compassion.

Or a sense of guilt.

The conclusion seemed quite obvious.

Guilt, sir. The letter had to come from
a member of the Sholto family

who reflected that guilt.

Your father's obituary reported only
two surviving heirs,

Bartholomew and Thaddeus Sholto.

But then it could have been
Bartholomew.

How did you know that it was I
who sent the letter.

I didn't. Not until we shook hands.

I deserve little credit for that,
Mr Sholto.

Your signet ring bears your initials.

Amazing!

Not really, but this room is amazing.

Enchanting!

As a young boy, I spent some time
in India.

I learned about its people,

the serenity of their way of life,

and when it became apparent that
I might never return to India...

...I brought India to me.

I must humbly beg your forgiveness,
Miss Morstan.

I was a coward not to sign that letter,

but I feared that you might reject this
meeting if you saw that it was Sholto.

But why? I bear no animosity towards
your family.

But Mr Holmes is absolutely correct.

It was guilt, Miss Morstan.

My father did have a weak heart,

but it was the terrible guilt he carried
that finally killed him.

Guilt about what, Mr Sholto?

Your father's death, Miss Morstan.

WATSON: Miss Morstan!

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC)

(HE GRUNTS)

My God! How can you keep a thing
like that?

I thought I told you to make
yourself scarce.

I'll tell you when we're sailing.
There's been a delay.

What about my missus?

I'm off. I ain't waiting any longer.
You can have your money back.

D'you want to join him down there?

- Is that what you want?
- (GROWLING)

- Cos that's where you're going.
- No! Anything!

Anything.

THADDEUS: We found the treasure.

But when we returned to
my father's room...

he was dead.

Miss Morstan, I...

I do hope you will forgive
my insensitivity

for the way in which I broke the sad
news of your father's death.

It was thoughtless of me.

I knew in my heart he was dead.

Mr Sholto...

May we return to the night of
your father's death?

- You say he was greatly frightened.
- Terrified.

I would say that it was fear that
drove him to his death.

He had lived with it for a long time.

He employed two prize-fighters
as servants

and never left the house without them.

He kept loaded pistols in every room

and there was this strange obsession
about a one-legged man.

He imagined seeing a one-legged man
at the window the night he died.

He even seized a pistol and fired
at the window.

If he used a pistol, perhaps it wasn't
his imagination.

Impossible, Dr Watson.

My brother and I were in the room
at the time.

There was no-one there.

The paper found on his chest.

Did it resemble this?

Incredible! It is exactly the same.

How did you come by this,
Mr Holmes?

It belonged to my father.

Did your father give you any clue

as to how he and Captain Morstan
came into possession of this treasure?

None whatsoever.

Do you have an idea of the value?

My brother computes it to be no less
than three million.

Three million?

Miss Morstan, that would make you

one of the wealthiest heiresses
in England.

Which is your due, Miss Morstan.

My father grievously wronged
you and your father.

And that's why you sent the diamond,
of course.

I knew it was the only way to force
Bartholomew

to consider Miss Morstan's
rightful share.

Ah! Then your brother objects?

Most strenuously.
He is inclined to my father's fault.

He will not be an easy man
to deal with, Mr Holmes.

I believe it is time we went to see
brother Bartholomew.

- Good day, Williams.
- Good day, sir.

It's quite all right. My brother is
expecting my friends.

- He has not been down all day, sir.
- (LOUD SCREAM)

Kate, what's wrong?

Mr Thaddeus...

The attic. It's Mr Bartholomew.

I took up his lunch.

I knocked on the door,
but he didn't answer.

I peeped in the keyhole.

Mr Thaddeus...

It's horrible!

Miss Morstan, would you stay
with her, please?

(MAID SOBS)

On the left, Mr Holmes.

Watson!

Lend a hand here.

After a count of three. One...

Two... Three!

WATSON: The sign of the four.

In God's name, what does it all mean,
Holmes?

It means murder.

Bartholomew dead?

The treasure!

It's gone!

- It's stolen!
- Mr Sholto...

Fetch Williams and drive down to
the police station to report the matter.

We will wait here until your return.

Now, Watson, we have half an hour
before the police come barging in.

Let's make good use of it.

As I expected.

- Looks like a thorn.
- It is a thorn.

Have a care, old fellow. It's deadly.

- Poisoned?
- Feel his arm.

The muscles are as hard as a board,
in a state of extreme contraction.

Far exceeding normal rigor mortis.

Coupled with the agonised distortion
of the face,

what would be your medical
conclusion, Doctor?

In my opinion, death from some
powerful vegetable alkaloid.

- Some strychnine substance.
- Precisely!

The thought occurred to me the instant
I saw the drawn muscles of the face.

The poison entered the system

by this thorn being driven or shot in
behind the ear.

This mystery gets darker every minute.

On the contrary, old fellow.

It clears every instant.

But...

To work.

Now, Watson, how did the murderer
come and go?

The door was bolted from the inside.

Both the windows are fastened,

but you will observe the cobwebs have
been disturbed on the right.

Oh, yes.

A man has entered through here.

- How?
- There are his tracks.

The same marks are on the floor and
over there by the table.

The circular depression is certainly
not a footmark.

Oh, no. It's something much more
valuable to us.

The mark is that of a wooden stump.

The one-legged man Sholto feared.

Excellent, Watson!

But, Holmes, we're three storeys high.

It's a sheer drop.

How could a one-legged man possibly
scale that wall?

He had a very able and efficient ally.

Well, well, well!

How very curious.

Rope marks, Watson.

The ally tied a rope to this post.

Then he dropped it out of the window
down to the wooden-legged man.

Their mission accomplished,

both he and the treasure chest went
down the same way.

The ally then dropped the rope,

refastened the window,

and left the way he originally entered.

But how did this mysterious ally
get into the room?

Ah! How indeed.

The door was bolted from the inside,

the window inaccessible.

How then?

Oh, look around you, Watson!

But this time do not merely see,
but observe.

When you have eliminated
the impossible

whatever else remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth.

Ah! A hole in the ceiling, of course.

Ah! Of course!

We will now extend our researches
to the room above.

Stay there, Watson.

We mustn't disturb any prints.

And, more particularly, the cobwebs,

which most helpfully have been
disturbed for us.

Ah-ha!

A trapdoor leading out onto the roof.

Now we know how
the little ally entered.

Yes, but how did he get onto the roof?

Oh, up a drainpipe somewhere
then across the roof to here.

That would have been a most
precarious climb.

No.

Not for this fellow, I think.

Let's see if we can find any other
traces of his individuality.

Ah!

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Look at that, Watson.

Good Lord, Holmes!

Could a child have done
this horrid thing?

Most fortunate for you, Mr Sholto,

that I happened to be in the station
when you arrived.

This is definitely a matter for
Scotland Yard.

Most fortunate indeed,
Inspector Layton.

I am sure Mr Holmes will be delighted
by our good luck.

Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes?

Yes, sir.

Do you know him?

There are certain features about
this agile accomplice

that lift the affair out of
the commonplace.

- What's that curious odour?
- Creosote.

It's leaking from this barrel.

They probably keep the stuff up here
to treat the old timbers.

Hello!

The bare-footed ally has stepped
in this.

You can just see the outline
of his foot.

What an excellent stroke of luck!

- Is it?
- It means we've got him, Watson.

I think I hear the accredited
representatives of the law.

Watson, Miss Morstan need not
remain in this stricken house.

Would you please take her home?

I agree. Shall we meet back here?

Yes, and on the way back would you
go down to Pinchin Lane

to Sherman's kennels - he will know
the dog we want.

I recognise those footsteps.

- Layton!
- Yes.

(WHISTLING)

Inspector Layton!

What a pleasant surprise!

What brings you here?

I was in the area

and if I may repeat the question,
what brings you here?

Ooh, I'm drawn to these sordid affairs
like a magnet.

And I suppose you've already made
a batch of deductions.

A few.

If I can be of assistance in any way...

If you don't mind, Mr Holmes,

I should like to make a few deductions
of my own.

Of course, Inspector.

Thank you, Mr Holmes.

(WHISTLES Chopin's Funeral March)

(CHURCH CLOCK STRIKES)

Thank you. Wait here.

You've been most courageous through
all this, Miss Morstan.

If my spirit hasn't faltered, Dr Watson,
it is only because...

the reality of this terrifying business
has yet to take hold.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

It's rather like a romantic adventure,
isn't it, though?

A wronged lady, a fortune
in missing treasure,

a one-legged villain and
his mysterious henchman.

And two gallant knights dashing
to the rescue.

It is more of a nightmare than
a romance, I fear.

Then dream only of the diamond and
the wealth it will bring you.

I am wealthy already.

Well, to have two such good friends
as Mr Holmes and you.

Yes.

I would ask you in for a cup of tea

but you did say that you have
an important errand, didn't you?

Nothing would give me greater
pleasure but,

- as you remind me, the errand.
- Yes.

- Well, goodbye, Dr Watson.
- Miss Morstan.

(MUSIC FADES)

Poor Bartholomew.

I wonder what's going on up there.

Door locked from the inside,
I understand.

Yes. We had to break in.

Hmm...

- And the window?
- Fastened.

But there are footprints on the sill.

Well, if it was fastened the prints have
nothing to do with it.

Ah!

A theory?

Yes. These flashes come upon me
at times.

Now...

Thaddeus Sholto, by his own
confession,

was here with his brother
last night.

He admitted they argued,
the argument became heated,

his brother died in a fit,

Thaddeus Sholto walked off with
the treasure.

And then the dead man,
very considerately, got up

and locked the door from the inside.

I said it was only a theory.

(DOG BARKS)

Best stay clear of old Alfie.

He not only bites - he swallows.

(DOGS BARKING)

Now, sir, what was it Mr Holmes had
requested?

A special dog, Mr Sherman.
He said you would know.

Oh! Oh, that'd be old Toby.
He's over here, sir.

There's Toby.

As alert as ever.

Oh, Mr Holmes certainly knows
his business.

That dog'll follow a scent to
the world's end and back.

Ready for the chase, Toby?

(DOG WHINES)

No-one saw the dead man from
the time Thaddeus Sholto left him.

His bed hadn't even been slept in.

Thaddeus Sholto is in a most
disturbed state of mind.

The classic reaction of a leading
suspect, wouldn't you say, Holmes?

Classic, Inspector Layton.

Well, then, the net begins to close
about him, eh?

- Sergeant, bring Mr Sholto up.
- Sir!

But what about the poisoned thorn

and the note found on
the dead man's body?

Simple enough, I assure you.

Sholto could have used the thorn
as well as anyone.

Probably did.

This note is some sort of hocus pocus.

Planted to throw me off, like as not.

The only question remaining is
how did he depart?

Of course.

The hole in the ceiling.

- Ah!
- Find something, Layton?

Trapdoor to the roof.

- And it's open.
- Yes.

I opened it.

Oh. You noticed, eh?

No matter. It shows how our culprit
got away.

Mr Sholto.

I hold you in the Oueen's name,

as being concerning the death
of your brother.

But... Mr Holmes...!

(DOG WHINES)

Come along, Toby. Come along.
Good boy.

Holmes, what's going on?

You've returned in time to see
Thaddeus Sholto

carted off to the Yard.

- You're not serious!
- Layton is.

Don't worry, Mr Sholto. We'll clear you
of this dreadful charge.

Don't promise too much, Dr Watson.

My facts may be a bit more valid than
Mr Holmes's deductions.

Inspector Layton,

I will make you a gift of the name and
description of one of the two men

who was in that room with
the murdered man last night.

He's Jonathan Small - a tall, active
man, once a convict, sunburned,

with his right leg gone and replaced by
a wooden stump.

A peg leg, eh?

And the other one, Mr Holmes?

A rather curious individual,

but before long I hope to introduce you
to both of them.

The little ally made his entrance and
his exit by way of this drainpipe.

Yes...

And he left telltale marks of creosote
where his toes gripped.

I should say he jumped from this point
to the ground.

Yes.

There, Toby, what do you make
of that?

Good old Toby.

You continue to amaze me, Holmes.

How could you possibly describe
the wooden-legged man

with such accuracy?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

There was only one white man's name
on the map.

The other three were Indian.

The notes found on the dead bodies
were both in English

and written in the same hand.

Therefore we may say with confidence

that the one-legged man is
Jonathan Small.

Does that reasoning strike you as
being faulty?

No! Clear and concise.

As to his height,

that is easily calculated from
the length of his stride.

Ah, yes! The footprints in the attic.

Exactly. I say, Watson...

I fancy that old leg wound of yours is
not game for a six-mile trudge?

But what about the treasure?

How the devil did it come to be at
Pondicherry Manor?

Two officers in command of a military
prison learn of a hidden treasure.

A map of its location is drawn for them
by the Englishman Jonathan Small,

who signs it on behalf of himself and
his three Indian companions.

The sign of four, as he somewhat
dramatically puts it.

With the aid of this map, the two
officers find the treasure

and one of them transports it
to England.

- Major Sholto.
- Very good, Watson.

Now, assuming there were conditions

under which the treasure would
eventually be shared...

Then it stands to reason that Major
Sholto betrayed those conditions

Exactly.

And now we have a fascinating case
of revenge and murder.

But if Small knew of the treasure,
why didn't he take it himself?

The answer to that is most obvious.

Small was a convict in that military
prison and couldn't get away.

But all this could be mere
speculation, Holmes.

It's more than that.

It's the only hypothesis which
agrees with the facts.

And the curious ally?

Ah, yes. The ally.

There are features of interest
about this ally.

I fancy he breaks fresh ground in
the annals of crime in this country,

though parallel cases suggest
themselves from India.

Perhaps one of the Indians associated
with Small, then?

I think not.

True, some of the inhabitants of
the Indian Peninsular are small men

but none could have left
such footmarks.

Where does he come from?

And where did Small meet him?

Where else but where Small was
a prisoner?

Where Sholto and Morstan
were in command.

The Andaman Islands.

(DOG BARKS)

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLES)

(DOG HOWLS)

We're out of luck. They've taken a boat
from here.

And I'm afraid poor Toby's undoubted
gifts do not include following a trail

- down the River Thames.
- Jackie, come here!

On the other hand, perhaps mine do.

Jackie, come back here and
be washed.

Hello, Jackie.

Is there anything you'd like,
young man?

- I'd like a shilling.
- Oh!

Nothing you'd like better?

I'd like two shillings better.

He's a fine child, Mrs Smith.

Lord bless you, sir.
He is that, and forward.

Look at you, you young imp!

He gets more than I can manage

when my man's away for more than
a day or two like he is now.

Ah, away, is he? I'm sorry to hear that.
I wanted to speak to him.

He's been away since early
this morning, sir.

If it's a boat you're asking about...

Yes, we wanted to rent
his steam launch.

It's the steam launch that
he's gone in, sir.

Ah, pity. Perhaps you could tell me
when he'll be back.

You can never tell with him, sir.

But to tell you the truth,
I'm a bit frightened.

I didn't like that one-legged man with
his ugly face and outlandish talk.

- One-leg...
- Yes, sir.

Something very strange about him,
there was.

Come down here last night,

my man waiting for him with
the steam up in the launch.

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs Smith.

We wanted a steam launch, and
we'd heard good reports of the...

What did you say her name was?

- The Aurora.
- Ah, yes.

My friend says she's that old green
launch with a yellow line,

very broad in the beam.

No, indeed, sir.

She's a trim a little thing as any
on the river.

She's been fresh painted, white with
a red streak.

There, I thought you were wrong.

Thank you, Mrs Smith.

We're going down river and if we see
any sign of the Aurora

we'll let your husband know
that you're anxious.

- Thank you, sir.
- Goodbye, Jackie.

(DOG BARKS)

I suppose it's all rather hopeless now.

Really? And your reason for despair?

They obviously used the launch
to take him to a ship

headed for God knows where.

If so, why hasn't the launch returned?

Oh, no, Watson. I don't think Small
has left the country.

Nor has he dispensed with
Smith's boat.

But he has the treasure.

Why should he stay?

Well, we'll find the answer to that
when we find the Aurora.

You mean search the entire river?

Holmes, between here and Greenwich
there's a labyrinth of landing places.

A colossal task, I agree.

I think we shall call for assistance.

Ah, the police force.

The unofficial police force.

The Aurora is white with a red line.

And she's down river somewhere.

I want one boy at Smith's Yard to report
if the boat comes back.

- The rest do both banks thoroughly.
- Yes, guv.

It's the usual scale of pay.

Plus a guinea to the boy who finds her.

Right! Off you go!

Oh, and Wiggins...

- You report back here at 5.00.
- Yes, guv.

If the Aurora is above water,
the irregulars will find her.

In the meantime, there's nothing
we can do but wait.

Why don't you go to bed, Watson?
You look all in.

What about you?

You know my curious constitution.
Work never tires me.

Though idleness exhausts me
completely.

(TUNES VIOLIN)

Good night, Holmes.

Good morning, Watson.

(VIOLIN FADES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(MUSIC OBSCURES SPEECH)

Miss Morstan!

What an unexpected
but delightful surprise.

Dr Watson, have you seen this?

"Tragedy at Pondicherry Manor.

"Mr Sholto - an entire household
arrested"?

Good Lord! Holmes!

- Have you seen this?
- Yes.

I'm only surprised we managed
to escape arrest ourselves.

I would say we've had
a very close shave.

Indeed, Watson!

Mr Holmes!

I fail to see the humour.

Mr Thaddeus Sholto has behaved
most kindly and honourably.

He must be cleared of
this hideous charge.

Forgive me, Miss Morstan,

but you do not know the energetic
Inspector Layton.

Mr Sholto is in no real danger.
We shall clear him.

I'm glad to hear you say so.

Miss Morstan, you're shivering from
the cold.

It is not the cold that makes me shiver.

It is fear.

Fear?

Mr Holmes, this diamond...

I feel there is a curse upon it.

A curse that haunts the Sholtos
and the Morstans.

I should like you to keep it for me.

Please, you keep it until it shines
once more with life.

Of course, Miss Morstan.

It shall be kept here
in complete safety.

I'm confident the day is soon coming

when you'll be happy to reclaim it
without fear.

Thank you, Mr Holmes.

All will be well.

Let us hope so, Watson.

I cannot understand why I have not
heard from the irregulars yet.

Find that boat and you've found
Jonathan Small.

And his companion.

Just who is this mysterious
companion?

It's all there in the gazetteer, Watson.

Page 575.

"The Andaman Islanders.

"Naturally hideous, having large,
misshapen heads,

"small, fierce eyes and distorted
features.

"A terror to shipwrecked crews,

"braining the survivors with
stone-headed clubs

"or shooting them with poisoned darts.

"These massacres are invariably
followed by a cannibal feast

"in which the victims are..."

Good Lord, Holmes!

A savage!

(HE GROWLS)

Well, my little beastie.

We've work to do tonight.

We'll be pulling out on the morning
tide, so...

have an extra feed.

Mr Thaddeus Sholto is released,
Mr Holmes.

It's fortunate for him that I could see

beyond the compromising
circumstances.

Most fortunate.

It's...a very dark case, and...

Well, quite frankly, Holmes,

you seem to have some theories
regarding these matters

and it's my duty, as an officer
of the law,

to allow no chance,
however improbable, to slip.

We all need help sometimes, Layton.

Just what is all this about
a one-legged man?

And his miniature but murderous
companion?

All in good time, Layton.

- (KNOCKING)
- Come in, Wiggins.

Well, Wiggins, what news?

None good, Mr Holmes, none good.
Not a trace of the Aurora.

Hmm...

I'm sorry, Mr Holmes, I truly am.

No, no, no. Nonsense, Wiggins.

It's not your fault.

Here, keep on looking.

Yes, sir. We will, sir.

Thanks, sir.

It seems... It seems your case goes
no better than mine, Holmes.

Good day, gentlemen.

(LIVELY MUSIC)

(MUSIC OBSCURES SPEECH)

(MUSIC SLOWS)

(LIVELY MUSIC)

(MUSIC SLOWS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(COUGHING)

- Mrs Smith.
- That's right.

I've a message for ya,
from your 'usband.

And about time too.

He never came home at all last night.

Cos his boat's broken down.

That's the message.

Trouble with a rudder, says he.

He'll be taking her to the repair yard.

- Old Jacobson's Yard.
- Yes.

That's the place.

He says he'll stop there while
the job's done.

Back latest tomorra.

Yeah, I know where he'll be doing
his waiting too.

Swilling whisky in the pub with
some trollop.

He won't have no trouble with
his rudder there.

(CACKLES)

I wouldn't know about that, missus.

I like a drink meself.

But as for the other...

I dropped me anchor a long time since.

Good day to you, missus.

(CACKLES)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yes?

Mr Sherlock Holmes?

No, but I am acting for him.

You may give me any message.

It was to him, sir, that I was
to give it.

But I tell you I am acting for him.

Is this, by chance, about
Mordecai Smith's boat the Aurora?

- Yeah, I knows where it is.
- Good Lord, man.

This is important.

You must tell me and
I shall let him know.

If Mr Holmes ain't here,

then Mr Holmes is going to have to
find it out for himself.

That's quite impossible. If you don't
tell me, you shall stay and tell him.

Oh!

I'm afraid I must insist.

Oh!

Of all the deuced impertinence!

If you're going to force me to stay,
Watson,

you might at least offer me
a muffin.

- Holmes!
- Of course!

Holmes, you would have made
an actor, and a rare one.

Steady on, Watson. I can never resist
a touch of the dramatic.

But I think I may have located
the Aurora.

How?

With the unwitting aid of Mrs Smith.

I know now why Wiggins and the
irregulars were not able to find her.

- Why?
- Because...

She's been hidden in a boatyard.

A boatyard? But why?

Why should Small stay?
Escape is his logical move.

After all, he has what he came for.

Watson, you are the whetstone
for my mind.

You have lifted the eclipse from
my dim sight.

Sometimes my mental sluggishness
rivals Layton's.

What did I say?

Small spent years in prison dreaming
of regaining the treasure.

The Great Mogul is the crown jewel of
what he came for

and he will not leave without it.

Good Lord, Holmes! Then Miss Morstan is
in the gravest danger.

No, no, no. The trail would lead Small
to Thaddeus Sholto.

He does not know of Miss Morstan's
part in this affair.

Nevertheless, I should like to look in
on her.

Very well. Fetch her here.

And I will call on Mr Sholto.

Miss Morstan has been kind enough

to send a wire enquiring after
my health,

and requesting to call on me this
evening.

We shall require a late supper.

Yes, Sahib.

In the meantime, bring me some tea.

(FAINT FAIRGROUND MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(HE GROWLS)

(LEG THUDS)

Agh!

Lal Rao?

Lal Rao?

(HE GROANS)

No!

No!

No, Tonga.

Where is it?

What?

Where is it?

What? Where's what? I don't know.

I'll not be denied.

Please!

Please, you frightened my father
to death,

you've killed my brother, you've taken
the treasure.

Please, I've done you no wrong.

Give me the Mogul.

(HE GROWLS)

- Give it me!
- I can't.

- My father sold it.
- What?

What did you say?

Please, it's true. I swear it's true.

It was the only jewel my father sold.

To build his estates. That is why you
did not find it amongst the treasure.

No!

(SHE SCREAMS)

Miss Morstan!

Run, Miss Morstan, run!

Catch her, Tonga. Catch her.

(HE GROWLS)

Justice for the four.

Justice!

(HE GROWLS)

(SHE CRIES OUT)

(SHE SCREAMS)

(THUMPS ON DOOR)

(SHE SCREAMS)

(SHE SCREAMS)

(HE GROWLS)

(HE GROWLS)

Are you all right, Miss Morstan?

(SHE SCREAMS)

Come on! Come on!

Oh, Mr Holmes!

Please, calm yourself, Miss Morstan.

I'm really quite all right.

I'm only afraid I may have come
too late.

Mr Sholto!

(SHE GASPS)

I'm afraid I must stay here and wait
for the police

but you'll be quite safe at
Baker Street.

Let me stay with you, Mr Holmes.

You have been through more than
enough for one evening.

And I fear this long night is very far
from over.

When Watson arrives,
I'll send him on to...

There, there, Miss Morstan.
It's only the music from the fair.

What is it, Mr Holmes?

The fair!

Of course!

The best place to hide a needle is not
in a haystack

but among a lot of other needles.

Mr Holmes, I don't understand.

A fairground freak among a lot of
other fairground freaks

would arouse no undue curiosity.

221B Baker Street.

Good night, Miss Morstan. I hope this
dreadful business will soon be over.

Whip up, cabbie!

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC)

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC FADES)

- (HE GROWLS)
- No, Tonga, no!

Atlas! Boys! Buy me some time.

Not so clever now.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(FRANTIC MUSIC)

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC)

Tonga!

(SQUEAKING)

(SCREAMING)

(SQUEAKING)

(GROWLING)

(SHRIEKING)

(LAUGHTER)

(EVIL LAUGHTER)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(CLUNK)

(WAILING)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(FAIRGROUND MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MEN CHATTING)

Over here, son.

One-legged man and a short savage?
It's straight out of some penny novel.

Ah!

There's something up in there.

Yes, it's probably a poisoned dart.

I've given her a sedative.

She sleep now for a while.

You should have called me in,
Holmes.

They've surely escaped by now.

My men have scoured the docks.

If Scotland Yard can't find that boat,
no-one can.

- We found it, Mr Holmes.
- Wiggins!

We found the Aurora.

Well done, Wiggins.

- Just like you said.
- At Jacobson's Yard?

Blimey, Mr Holmes!
That's absolutely right.

As Holmes said, if it's anywhere
above water,

the Baker Street irregulars
will find it.

Here you are, Wiggins.
You've earned the guinea.

Thanks, sir.

While I was there, guv, this bloke
named Smith called for it.

Said they need it by dawn.

Well done, Wiggins.

You'll make a first class Scotland Yard
inspector some day.

If you say so, sir.

I'll get a body of police over
to Jacobson's

and have those culprits in cuffs
the minute they come in.

Which will be never. Small is no fool -
he'll send someone in advance

and if he suspects anything
he won't come.

Well, then, how?

We're going to need the fastest
police launch you've got, Layton.

Gentlemen, the game's afoot.

(LIVELY MUSIC)

- Steam up?
- She'll go.

Right. There are some gentlemen
I'm anxious to avoid.

- Cast off then.
- Now, just a minute...

(HE GROWLS)

Right away.

(BOAT WHISTLES)

There's Wiggins.

And there she is.

Full steam ahead!

(HE LAUGHS)

I suspect our little fox has spotted
the hounds.

I want no trouble with the coppers.
We'd best heave to.

Oh, he doesn't want any trouble.
I'll man the wheel. You stoke.

- Now, listen, this is my boat.
- Do as I say!

(HE GROWLS)

I doubt whether we'll catch her,
Holmes.

We must! I'll never forgive myself
if she proves to have the heels of us.

They're gaining on us.

Faster, damn you! Faster.

If we burn the boat,
we must have them.

(STEAM BLASTS)

What the hell's happening?

The steam valve's gone.
We're losing pressure.

They're slowing down.

(HE LAUGHS)

My God, we've got them now!

- Perhaps they've run out of fuel.
- No, Watson. Out of steam, I think.

Well, do something!

I'll do something.

Tonga!

- (HE GROWLS)
- (SMITH SCREAMS)

Tonga! Tonga!

Agh!

In the Oueen's name...

I order you to heave to.

Rot in hell!

Tonga!

Take over.

The four will not be denied.

Now, cover me, Watson.
That's a good fellow.

Look out, Holmes!

Holmes, look out!

(BOTH GROAN)

Jonathan Small...

My name is Holmes, Sherlock Holmes.

I think you'll find you're under arrest.

Layton!

Highly irregular, Mr Holmes,
highly irregular.

Moving Scotland Yard to Baker Street.

You may find it worth your while,
Layton.

A little port, perhaps?

Cockburn '58.

Should be satisfactory.

'58 - that's when it all started.

In Agra.

I don't hold it against your father,
Miss Morstan.

He played square with us.

Not like his friend Major Sholto.

He cheated all of us, even your father.

Agra.

That is where you met Mahomet
Singh, Abdullah Khan and Dost Akbar.

Yeah.

We were the four.

Good men they were too.

Under my command at Fort Agra
during the great Sepoy Mutiny.

Together we raided the palace of
the rebel maharaja of Agra.

Stole his treasure, and buried it.

We alone knew where.

Drawing maps of the hiding place

and sealing the pact with
the sign of four.

You seem to know a great deal
about this, Mr Holmes.

Oh, when the facts are there
a hypothesis presents itself.

Your crime was discovered,

though not the treasure.

You and your three companions were
sent to the military prison

on the Andaman Islands.

Most terrible place on earth!

So terrible that you made a deal with
the prison's commanding officers,

Sholto and Morstan, to share
the treasure...

if they helped you to escape.

My father would never be part of
such a bargain.

I'm sorry, Miss Morstan, but it is
the truth.

I gave them each a copy of the map.

Signed in the name of the four.

Sholto was to fetch the treasure

then arrange for a boat to lie
off shore for us.

We all agreed to the plan.

We swore a solemn oath.

And Sholto left India with the treasure,

deserting Morstan and the four.

After he betrayed us,
my mates gave up.

Lost their will.

Within a year they were all dead.

I had a new will.

A new reason to survive.

Revenge.

Justice for the four.

- I escaped.
- With the help of the pygmy?

Yeah, Tonga.

I'd befriended him.

And all the rest you know.

Not quite all.

Why did Thaddeus Sholto
have to die?

The Mogul.

The Mogul?

Yeah, the Great Mogul.

The prize of the treasure.

Second biggest diamond in the world.

It wasn't in the chest.

If one brother didn't have it,
I thought the other one must.

But he didn't.

Said his father had sold it to build up
his estate.

But...

Then this treasure by rights belongs to
the British Crown.

You mean Miss Morstan has
no claim on it?

None whatsoever. It's the property of
the Crown.

Let the Crown have it.

It has brought nothing but misery
to those who have touched it.

But aren't you in the least curious
to see what was almost yours.

I'm curious to see what so many men
have died for.

Well, I don't suppose the Queen
will mind if we...

if we take a peek.

(HE LAUGHS)

You scoundrel!

What have you done with it?

Scattered it over the muddy floor
of the Thames.

When I saw the game was up.

Threw it overboard, stone by stone.

Oh, what a very pretty tale.

But hardly a true one.

While we were in the river he kept
being pulled under.

There was no underwater current.

I would have felt it.

Then I realised.

His wooden leg didn't float.
Hold him, Layton.

The only time that wood does not float

is when it is weighted.

In other words...

His confession is as hollow as
his wooden leg.

(SITAR MUSIC)

(JEWELS RATTLE)

(SITAR FADES)

Well, what are you gawking at,
Jenkins?

Pick up the Oueen's jewels.

Sir.

So, you've taken the treasure
to the gallows, eh?

And the grave.

You were right, miss.
All it ever brought me was misery.

And half a lifetime in hell.

And an 'anging.

Jenkins.

Goodbye, miss.

Gentlemen all.

Nasty business, Holmes,

but a most satisfactory end.

Oh, Layton.

Yes, Holmes?

The Crown's property.

Oh!

That was not all the Crown's property,
Mr Holmes.

What about the Great Mogul?

Watson, the door.

Miss Morstan, throughout this bloody
tale of greed

you have been the one innocent.

Is it not right that virtue should have
some reward?

I cannot.

Why not, Miss Morstan?

You said Holmes should keep
the diamond

till it shines once more with life.
Well...

Now it does.

- Your new life.
- I was not the only innocent.

Poor Thaddeus Sholto.

He lied to Small about the diamond
in order to protect me.

He died protecting me.

But then you must accept it.

You cannot let his dying gesture be
in vain.

Take it, Mary. Take it.

Miss Morstan.

I am returning your property and
leaving its fate in your fair hands.

Well, for once Layton is right.

A most satisfactory end indeed.