All language subtitles for S05E05 The Illustrious Client

Oh, my dear.

My dearest.

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

Why did you push me, Baron?

So, you were dreaming.

Dying.

Oh my darling.

Anything stirring, Hobbs?

I know no more than this.

It may be some fussy self -important
fool. It may be a matter of life or

Do you grant this interview?

I've already confirmed it.

Do you know anything of the man?

Only that the name Colonel Sir James
Damery is a household word in society.

I can tell you a little bit more than
that.

There's rather a reputation for
arranging delicate matters which are to

out of the papers.

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

I'm bound, therefore, to hope that it is
not a false sense that he has some real

need of our assistance.

Our?

If you will be so good, Watson, I shall
be honoured.

Then until 4 .30 o 'clock we can put the
matter out of our heads.

Mr. Holmes, we are dealing on this
occasion with the most dangerous man in

Europe. I have had several opponents to
whom that flattering term has been

applied. A man to whom violence is
familiar and who will literally stick at

nothing. Thank you, Smoke. Excuse my
pipe.

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

worth meeting.

May I ask his name?

Have you ever heard of Baron Gruner?

The Austrian murderer.

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

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

I'm as sure that he killed his wife when
that so -called accident happened at

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

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

shepherd boy.

Baron Gruner is now in England.

He's riding near Kingston, I'm informed.

That is so.

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

Kyber passed me.

Indeed.

General Merville has a daughter, Violet.

Young, rich, accomplished.

A wonder woman in every way.

It is she, an innocent, we are
endeavouring to save from the clutches

fiend. He has some hold over her?

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

Ah.

Love.

Exactly.

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

These aren't sins you told me of.

These are slanders.

My angel.

You were reduced, as are all great men.

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

Thus shall I come to the altar purified
in soul and spirit and worthy at last of

your love.

Just six weeks.

I cannot pretend my past is without
stain.

No man born in poverty who hath created
his own fortune can say that and speak

the truth or not.

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

Where shall I begin?

With young Henry of Saxbar. To observe,
Mr. Holmes, an atrocious event preparing

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

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

Perhaps not.

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

I do not understand that you are merely
an intermediary.

Who is the principal?

I beg of you not to press that question.

His name cannot be dragged into this
matter.

His motives are, to the last degree,
honourable, but he prefers to remain

unknown.

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

And you will be allowed a free hand.

Surely the actual name of your client is
immaterial.

I must decline to answer, James. I'm
sorry.

I'm accustomed to having mystery of one
end of my cases, but to have it of both

ends is too confusing. No.

You've placed me in the most serious
dilemma.

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

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

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

It is understood.

I commit myself to nothing.

Of course.

Yes, yes.

A perfect likeness.

Who painted it?

Hans of Innsbruck, a defendant of Klaus,
the sculptor famous for his bronzes,

such as this.

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

I love this room.

It breathes of you.

Your diary?

No, no, no. It is... It is my
commonplace book. In it I record things

seen, read, admired.

Occasionally, perhaps, a thought or two
of my own.

But it's locked.

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

One day, perhaps, we shall look at it
together.

No. I respect your privacy, my darling.

We must all keep something of our own,
however much else we share.

You are perfect.

You must teach me about porcelain,
Adelbert.

I shall.

Collecting is such a pleasure, such a
delight.

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

The villain has attached himself to the
lady with such effect that he has

completely and absolutely won her heart.

She will not hear one word against him.

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

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

Does the infatuated young woman know of
the quick episode?

The cunning devil has told her every
unsavoury scandal of his past life, but

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

She accepts his version and will listen
to no other.

Not even her father's.

Dear Mr.

James, have you not inadvertently let
out the name of your client?

The general?

Oh, no, Dr. Watson.

That strong soldier's been utterly
demoralized by this incident.

Mrs. Hudson!

You rang, sir? Will you deliver this to
the butcher's boy round the corner?

That young rascal with the funny eye?
The other is invaluable.

So is his bicycle.

Sir.

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

You accept my commission?

That is to say that your problem
interests me.

The Carton Club will find me.

And the Baron's exact address in
Kingston?

Vernon Lodge.

A large house.

He's a rich man.

Well, speculators went successful.

Frequently asked, Sir James.

What further information can you give us
about the man?

He has expensive tests.

Collects books, pictures.

Oh, and Chinese pottery.

He's a recognized authority.

Written a book upon the subject.

Well, Sir James, you may tell your
client that I'm turning my attention

Baron Bruno.

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

But I must ask you as a point of honor
to refrain from doing so.

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

I think I can safely promise that. Thank
you.

Dr. Watson.

You're wasting your time, Watson.

The career of General Merville might
well give us a pointer as to our client.

He's clearly illustrious. But did you
not hear, Sir James?

His request was to you, Holmes. That is
shameful, Watson.

Shameful. Besides, our minds should be
more gainfully employed.

Defeat.

Any views?

Have you none?

Not yet.

Beyond the one I've already acted upon.

The butcher's boy.

More discreet than any telegraph.

Well, I think you'd better see the young
lady herself.

Start with her.

If a poor brigandon father cannot move,
how can I, the complete stranger,

prevail? Well, it fails.

Perhaps.

But first, the underworld.

For it is among the dark roots of crime
that we must hunt the groom of secrets.

You sent for Shinwell Johnson.

I have but one insight.

That Miss Myrtle might well condone
murder.

Yet some smaller events might welcome
her.

They have engaged the very best.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, sir.

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

You've been retained, no doubt, by
General Merville to prevent my marriage

his daughter, Violet.

That is so, is it not?

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

Draw off?

My dear man, you'll only ruin your well
-deserved reputation. This is not the

case in which you can possibly hope to
succeed. Draw off, sir.

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

Let me put it to you, man to man.

If you persist in this marriage, you'll
raise such a swarm of powerful enemies,

England will be too hot to hold you.

Surely you'll be wiser to draw off.

Excuse my amusement, Mr Holmes, but it
really is very funny seeing you trying

play a hand with no card in it. Not a
colour card there, sir, nothing but the

smallest of the small.

So you think.

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

your handful strong that you could
afford to show it? Certainly, since it

becomes plain that in this instance you
are clearly out of your depth, Mr.

Holmes. Could it be that your
capabilities have been subject to

Your hand will show it.

Won't you sit down?

I think I shan't.

Peace yourself.

Well...

It happens I have been fortunate enough
to win the entire affection of Miss

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

unhappy incidents in my past.

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

I hope you recognize yourself in this.

And would tell her of these things.

I have instructed her how to treat them.

She is well prepared for you.

She will no doubt give you an
appointment.

And she will listen.

It will be to no avail, however.

If you wish to speak, now is your
moment.

No.

This is not the moment.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Holmes, did you know
the French agent Lebrun?

Of course.

So you know what befell him?

He was beaten in the Marquardt district
of Paris and crippled for life.

Quite so.

By an odd coincidence, he had been
inquiring into my affairs. Don't do it,

Holmes. It's not a lucky thing.

My last word to you is you go your way.

Let me go mine.

Remind to you, Gruner, that if you
aspire to accept a new English

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

Otherwise, you'll be put down for a
bounder.

Mrs. Hudson.

Has Holmes returned?

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

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

Why, Jonathan... Evening, Doctor.

Mr Holmes sent word to me. I know,
Jonathan, I know. And I've brought key

because... I said I was delayed at the
museum, and then the press of traffic.

An omnibus overturned in Great Russell
Street.

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

I was absorbed by the mysteries of Ming.
I quite forgot they are, madam.

This is Miss Winter, Mr. Holmes.

Kitty, we call her. And what she don't
know about Gruner. Of course, please.

Well, Kitty can speak for herself.

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

I'm easy to find.

Hell, London gets me every time.

Same address goes for Porky.

Porky?

Is that your name again, Johnson?

You never revealed that.

Porky? Oh, well.

We're old mates, Porky and me.

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

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

I gather we have your good wishes, Miss
Winter.

If I can help put him where he belongs,
I'm yours to the rattle, sir.

Do you know what he intends?

How the matter stands?

Porky tells me he's after some other
poor fool.

Only this time he wants to marry her.

And you want to stop it?

Yes.

Surely you know enough about this devil
to prevent any decent girl in her senses

wanting to have anything to do with him.

She's not in her senses, Miss Winter.

She's madly in love.

And she has been told all about him. She
cares for nothing.

Told about the murder of his wife?

Yes.

My Lord.

She must have a nerve.

She has.

Can't you lay proofs before her?

Can you help us do so?

I am proof.

Living proof.

If I was to stand before her and tell
her how he used me... Would you do this?

Would I?

Would I not?

It might be worth the trying.

Our lay didn't tell her all, sir.

All?

He collected me.

He collected women.

I was an artist model.

A respectable artist model. Of course,
you sat with that painting in his study.

You've been to Kingston.

Then you'll have seen all his crops.

Women and China.

There is twin passion.

Gruner commissioned that painting.

And afterwards... And after...

Well, let's just say I

can never work again.

I am exceedingly obliged to you, Miss
Winter.

We shall indeed interview Miss Myrtle
together.

My client will compensate you most
liberally. Oh, none of that, Mr.

I'm not out for money.

Just let me see this man in the mud.

In the mud with my foot in his face.

From Kingston.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, for the reply.

Shall we dine?

This is a death threat, Holmes.

Do you expect anything less than the
pattern to arrive?

Holmes, have a care.

Watson, come along.

We must eat.

Come on, go!

They ain't following no more.

Don't you believe it?

Yeah, what did I say?

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

Right.

Who's first?

You? Or you?

Ain't done no time.

Don't know nothing. Come on, girl.

I wish to see you, sir.

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

I come.

But beyond?

Go through to the kitchens.

Clean your cuts up.

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

than for you.

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

A spent force.

And you, Miss Winter, surely you must
also be superfluous.

Our intentions are the best.

We are here to aid you.

Really?

When you called him a lion, my fiancé?

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

But I can appreciate them in others.

Had I a daughter, I should, I hope, feel
for you as the general does.

Nor is this concern without foundation.

There.

The slander begins.

I do not readily call upon anyone to beg
or to plead.

But in Bad and Brunner, please, I never
speak idly, you have chosen not merely

unwisely, but dangerously.

Marry him, Miss Melville, and I assure
you, with all the knowledge I have of

criminal mentality, you will be in
mortal danger.

Just as the former Baroness was. She,
too, is infatuated and paid the fatal

price. Her life for a fortune.

That's a lie.

You are, of course, aware that the
Splurgenpar...

where your predecessor died, runs
between Italy and Switzerland.

What does the geography matter?

A great deal.

When you plan to hurl a helpless woman
off a cliff in one country to break her

neck in another.

But it was an accident.

Then why did the shepherd boy, who saw
the badness fall, die of arsenical

poison?

His murderess, whom Gruner had
seduced...

confessed at a trial that he'd obliged
her to administer the fatal substance or

risked its figment for life by oil of
vitriol.

Those are the facts, Miss Merville.

I beg you.

Picture the awful situation you will
find yourself in if you only wake to

fiancée's true character after you have
married her.

I have listened to you with patience, Mr
Holmes.

I am aware my fiancé has had a stormy
life, in which he has incurred most

aspersions.

Possibly you mean well, though I learn
you are a paid agent.

But in any case, I love Baron Gruner.

And he loves me.

You have told me this young lady's name
and that there is a reason for her

presence. I'll say there is.

And what exactly are you, Miss Winter?

Me?

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you what I am.

I was his mistress, that's who.

One of a hundred. More.

He's tempted, used, ruined and thrown
aside as he will you two.

Please. You marry this man, he'll be the
death of you.

Maybe a broken heart or a broken neck,
but he'll have you.

Oh, really?

You may think yourself different. Thank
you, Kitty. You've made yourself

admirably clear.

I am aware of three occasions in my
fiancé's life when he has become

with designing women.

And I am assured by him of his hearty
repentance.

Him?

Repent? And only three?

Oh, you fool.

You stupid fool.

You don't.

I have obeyed my father's wish in seeing
you, but I am not compelled to listen

to the slanderous raving...

Raven.

Raven.

My God.

I love you.

Look.

Look.

Look at that.

And here.

Oil of vitriol.

He did it.

Oh, yes.

He did it.

Your fiancé.

That's a lie.

It's a lie.

Thank you.

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

Why, Kitty, why?

No, please. Why did Gruner treat you so?

Because... No, I can't tell you, Mr...
You must this instant.

You said that he collects women. What do
you mean by that?

It's a book he has.

A book?

Bran left with a lock and his coat of
arms in gold on it.

No, I can't speak of it.

He keeps a record of his women?

photographs, names, details, everything
about us.

He tried to make me read it while he...
Oh, no, I can't.

When he refused?

It went berserk. He ran out of the room.

I was trying to dress.

He come back in with his bottle.

I was half naked.

He threw it straight at me.

Where is this book?

I don't know. Think.

No, no.

In the study in the bedroom? It's more
than a year since I was there. Then you

can remember, Kitty. Think. In the
study.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Miss Winters' scars could not move, Miss
Mervyn. She was shocked, but recovered

instantly. Good heavens.

Seems inhuman.

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

Abandon her to her fate?

After all this?

When I compare Miss Merville with Kitty,
whose spirit is as fine as the body's

blemished, yes.

He wouldn't withdraw from the case.

Have no fear, Watson.

My disgust with Miss Merville counts as
nothing against my determination to foil

Gruner. But one thing irks me.

That I did not pay more regard to
Kitty's deportment when we first met.

manner in which she dressed her hair.

It's late.

We must be gone.

I've got a mountain of work to do at the
surgery home, so I'll see you in the

morning. Until tomorrow, then.

All right, Sherlock Holmes, let's be
having you. Ah, and I can guess to whom

owe this pleasure.

Let us detect them, Sherlock Holmes.

Let us detect them, Sherlock Holmes.

Read all about it.

Let us detect them, Sherlock Holmes.

Read all about it.

Read all about it.

Let us detect them, Sherlock Holmes.

It's all right, Watson.

Don't look so scared.

It's a joke.

Nonsense.

Need to.

What can I do for it?

Because it was that damned awesome man.

Give me the word and I'll go and thrash
the hideout.

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

One may have been.

The other, I doubt it.

But your thought alerts me.

You must send out to Johnson.

Time to find some quiet suburb for
Kitty. She should stay there until the

has passed.

And then... Then we must exaggerate my
injuries.

There's no need for that.

Even so, we must lay it on safe for the
press.

You may not live the week out.

Concussion, delirium, coma, what you
like.

Bring us you to the greatest bulletin.

Anything more?

Yes.

Put my pipe on the table from the
tobacco flipper.

You must rest, not smoke.

Oh, my dearest.

Every day you become more precious to
me.

What is it?

It's just that... Must you really go to
America?

Oh, my darling.

It's only a short trip.

I have important financial business,
certain interests to regulate in

But I shall be back so soon.

In the twinkle of an eye.

The late editions, sir.

Thank you.

Have you seen the papers?

That poor man Holmes.

He thinks daily.

I'm afraid you cannot expect me to have
very much sympathy with Mr. Holmes and

his misfortune.

Hmm.

Aristopoulos has set in.

Have you seen the news?

No. The South for America on the Royal
Retainer on Friday.

What? News has been fired.

Friday. And we'll be first in Liverpool,
not in Southampton.

I believe the rascal means to get away
from us.

But he won't.

And the Lord Harry won't.

Watson, I need you to do something for
me. I'm here to be used.

Then spend the next 24 hours in the
intensive study of Chinese pottery.

Whoa. That's insane.

He's sleeping now, sir.

How did the morphine?

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

No, no, no.

He locked up below.

Oh, I did that a while back, as
murderous folk about.

True.

True.

Don't drive yourself too hard, sir.
You'll be good for nothing in the

No, I shall be long.

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

You.

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

It is?

Yes. When you call upon Baron Gruner at
Harper's date, you'll be disengaged.

We've sent a note telling him that
you'll call.

Also that you're bringing this.

This is the real egg throw.

Of the Ming dynasty.

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

You are a collector.

The hat has come your way.

We've had a battle of interest.

We ought to vote the failing at a price.

What price?

You're not exaggerating. It could hardly
be matched in the world.

Sir James got it for me. It comes from
the collector and his client.

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

Oh, welcome.

You've been too late today.

It's just Sotheby's, Christy.

You're certain he'll see me?

Yes. It's a collection mainly in its
most acute form.

One last question, Holmes.

Why have you made me a broker in
antiques?

To gain time.

The opportunity to acquire a set such as
this may persuade the Baron to postpone

his visit to the United States.

Now I understand.

Elementary psychology, Watson.

Kingston piece, driver.

Hello.

Someone.

Very fine.

Very fine, indeed.

And you say you have a set to
correspond?

I know of only one in England.

To match it.

Would it be indiscreet of me if I were
to ask how you obtained this?

Does it really matter?

Of course it matters with precious
objects such as these provenances.

Well, you can see the piece is genuine.

At the value I'm...

Perfectly content to take an expert to
the head of it.

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

I meant an independent to the head of
it.

Of course.

I have some recently acquired pieces of
Celadon you might care to view.

By all means.

Please.

Typical 12th century throng, I'd say.

Wouldn't you?

You're right.

Andrew?

That's an excellent example.

I should say circa 265 A .D.

Precisely.

And these?

Typical of Celadon, would you say?

Give me time, give me time.

I am giving you time, sir.

Quite so.

I should also be interested in your
views on the marks of the Hangu.

The mark of the hung Wu.

That's a vexed question.

A vexed question indeed, sir.

There are no marks on the genuine hung
Wu.

This is intolerable, sir.

I came here to do you a favor, not to be
examined as if I were a schoolboy.

You came here to spy.

Not so.

You may have found it easy to inveigle
your way in here upon false pretenses,

but by God, sir, you shall find it
harder.

To get out, raise your hands above your
head, Dr. Watson.

What's that?

Holmes!

You!

Donov!

I shall shoot you through the head,
rather than the heart, and then

inform the police.

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

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

Baron! Hit him!

Ben, be dumb by his will, don't you?

What a, what a doctor!

That will help me!

Get more!

On the phone, the Baron!

Ah, James, forgive me for summoning you
at this late hour, but there's no time

to be lost. You must have this before
Scotland Yard bumbles in.

Scotland Yard?

Baron Gruner is bound to have laid a
complaint against us. Watson is an

imposter, myself is a burglar. We were
both.

I diverted Gruner's attention while
Holmes procured that.

You must show it to Miss Merville. She
will find it for one among a hundred.

The account of what sport Baron Gruner
enjoyed with his female victims.

May have had his laugh opened Miss
Merville's eyes.

You've done wonders, Holmes.

Wonders.

Except for Kitty Winter.

Watson, explain.

Answer us.

Miss Winter is a former mistress of
Grimmer's. She followed me to Kingston

concealed about her was a flask of
vitriol. Which she unleashed upon

Severely damaging his right hand and
parts of his face.

He will be disfigured for life.

But surely, if these injurers...

are as terrible as you describe them,
then our purpose is sufficiently

You'd love him the more.

Does anything matter?

No.

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

That book will bring her down to earth,
and I know nothing else but could.

It's in his own handwriting.

She cannot get past it.

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

Should either Miss Winter or even you
yourself be incommoded by the police, do

not hesitate to telephone me.

Thank you, Sir James, but to tell the
truth, I rarely have ever found myself

inconvenienced by Scotland Yard.

Good night.

Good night.

I would like to thank you, too, Watson.

Oh, by the way.

Ming dish.

By Joe.

Worth a king's ransom, I understand.

Holmes! Holmes!

I've discovered the identity of our
client. It's none other than... A loyal

friend and a chivalrous gentleman. Let
that now and forever be enough.

Thank you.