All language subtitles for 1990 Hands Of A Murderer

- Clear the way.

- It was the
12th of April, 1900,

and the crowds were
gathered at Newgate Prison

for a rather gruesome event.

I, Dr. John H. Watson,
have chronicled

all the cases of my illustrious
friend, Sherlock Holmes.

This was something special,
the final demise of

his arch-rival, James Moriarty.

- See where the path
of sin lies, the scaffold.

When the hangman pulls his
lever, the gates to hell

will open, and three
lost souls will

plummet down to the
fiery bosom of the devil.

Our mothers
wait for children, dear.

Find the light of
your own salvation.

I shall find my
salvation, sister, in this.

- Like I
always say, Professor,

give the people what they
want, they'll turn out for it.

Spare me your smug
philosophy, Lestrade.

Come, Professor.

In a minute, you'll be
bobbing from the gibbet.

- Death to Moriarty!

Death to Moriarty!

Death to Moriarty!

Yes, miss.

A Bible for these
condemned sinners.

Oh, let them hold them
on the scaffold, sir,

so that God, whom they
have shunned in life,

will be close to them in death.

Yeah, why not?

God forgive you.

May your death be a lesson
to other poor souls.

May it bring comfort.

Let's not keep
the people waiting.

- William Heather,
in a few moments,

you will stand before God.

Do you have anything to say?

Arthur Wicks, in a few moments,
you will stand before God.

Do you have anything to confess?

Oh, please, I
don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

- God have mercy on you.

No, no.

- I am the Resurrection
and the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live.

And he that liveth and
believeth in me shall never die.

Oh, no.

- James Moriarty,
in a few moments,

you will stand before God.

Have you any last words?

Tell Sherlock Holmes
I'll meet him in hell.

It's a diversion.

Where is he?

- Hey!

He slashed me.

- I've been working on
this case for three months.

The most dangerous and capable
villain in the whole of Europe

finally captured at last.

And all you have to do is
to walk him to the scaffold.

He-- hear, Holmes.

In that chaos, anyone could
have passed Moriarty a knife.

I checked this book myself.

With your usual
efficiency, I see.

- And when
he slashed at me--

with his blade,
I thought I was done for.

Me too.

Bombs was going off
all over the place.

Everyone was panicking,
including the police.

Nonsense.

They was more
scared than we were.

Moriarty may have
escaped, Holmes,

but you have at least
crippled his organization.

It seem to be working very
smoothly this morning, Watson.

Now, I see that even in
prison, he has been plotting

and scheming his evil ways.

You caught him once.

You will do again, Mr. Holmes.

Wiggins is right.

He cannot match your
intellect, old fellow.

He is a genius, Watson.

He is a genius.

He is the Napoleon of crime.

And you're his waterloo, sir.

- There you
go, young trooper.

Ready for action again.

Wiggins, here.

Something extra for
you and the lads.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

- You've done very well.

All right, lads, run along.

Mrs. Hudson, see
them out, will you?

Very well.

Move out of here now, boys.

Out of here.

- It's only a matter of
time before we recapture him.

I have 300 men deployed.

Every port, every railway
station, every public building

is being watched.

And how did he
send this telegram?

Arrived just before you did.

No name.

Long message.

Um--

Read it, man.

Simply read it.

"Isaiah chapter 61, verse 1.

My spirit walketh
abroad, proclaiming

liberty unto the captives
and the opening of prison

to them that are bound.

My enemies quail before me,
and the day of my vengeance--"

Is at hand, yes.

"Is at hand."

Yeah.

A cryptic boast?

Best to get back to the yard.

I'll see you out.

I didn't think
he'd take it well.

Yeah.

I thought you weaned him
off the accursed habit.

Painstakingly.

It is not yet a habit again.

Thank God.

But the dragon within
him is not yet dead.

Merely sleeping.

- I was glad
for Sherlock's sake

that soon after
Lestrade's departure,

we had another caller.

Holmes?

Holmes, old chap.

- What is it, Watson?

There's a cab waiting outside
from your brother Mycroft.

He wants to see you.

- Well, Richard
Farrington, how long

have you been with my brother?

- Oh, almost
three years now.

I've heard all
about your exploits,

sir, in the "Strand Magazine."

- Yes, quite.

- Every one.

- Watson here is
responsible for all that.

- Oh.

Well, here we are.

- Thank you, Farrington.

- Mr. Holmes.

Good afternoon, Burton.

My brother Mycroft
is expecting me.

Mr. Holmes, follow me, sir.

- It is hard to
believe, is it not, Watson?

That some of the brightest
minds in the country

belong to this club.

What's that, Holmes?

Damn silly idea
that the club members

can't speak to each other.

It was for that very reason
that Mycroft founded it.

What do you think this
is all about, Holmes?

Not the slightest idea.

Doubtless we're
about to find out.

I know Mycroft holds some
minor office in the government.

My dear Watson,
there are times

when Mycroft is the government.

What?

What do you mean Mycroft
is the government?

- This way, Mr. Holmes.

Ah, Sherlock, Dr. Watson.

Good of you to come
on such short notice.

Voltaire collected works, eh?

My goodness, Mycroft, it's
going to take you a long time

to get through these.

- You know me, Sherlock.

Always been an avid reader.

Come here.

Come and see.

To anyone who wishes to study
mankind, this is the spot.

Like this fellow
on the corner here.

Oh, yes.

Obviously an old soldier.

Recently discharged
from India.

Non-commissioned officer.

Widower.

With a child.

Children, my dear fellow.
Children.

Children.

Um, this is a little too much.

No, no, no, not at all.

A man with such
assurance and bearing

is quite obviously a soldier.

His sun-baked skin would
suggest that he has

recently returned from India.

That he has not long left the
service is shown by his still

wearing his ammunition boots.

Royal artillery?

He is in mourning,
deep mourning,

which shows that he
has lost someone quite

recently very dear to him.

The fact that he does his own
shopping, I would suggest--

- Means
that it's his wife.

He's bought things
for the children.

The rattle shows that one
of them is still very young.

The picture book shows that
there's also an older child.

Incredible.

- For all the
time he's seen me do it,

it still fascinates him.

Ah, this is Colonel Booth,
our chief of security.

He made a suggestion to me the
other day that the two of you

should work together.

How do you do?

Now Europe, gentlemen,
is in a state of flux.

We are striving for a unified
framework of lasting peace

and prosperity.

But the great powers have
created such a tangled web

of alliances that any
one of six minor states

could plunge us into war.

- God forbid.

It would be a war too
horrific to contemplate.

That's why Booth wants
you to work with us.

I fail to see the connection.

There has been a leakage
of confidential information,

which--

I am embarrassed to say--

appears to emanate
from my building.

- We've had numerous
instances of classified

documents going astray.

- Three men have died.

Our whole intelligence
network is in jeopardy.

And until our communication
channels are made secure,

it is certain more
good men will be lost.

No.

Sorry, Mycroft.

This is not for me.

I'm sure that Colonel Booth
will be successful eventually.

Holmes?

Perhaps I didn't
make myself clear.

This is a matter of national
and European security.

Perhaps I didn't make
myself quite clear.

I am merely a
civilian detective.

Even so, I think you
should consider it.

No.

Well.

I'm glad to see that once in a
while, I can still surprise you.

This is a very
important matter,

especially at the present time.

Some particularly
sensitive material

has arrived this very day.

There is a certain
gentleman I have to find.

This is far more important
than your pathetic obsession

with Professor Moriarty.

I don't think the
people of London

would necessarily
agree with you.

Uh, don't think your fame
with the masses alters anything.

You always were the black
sheep of the family.

Watson.

- Angela.

Angela.

In here, darling.

Hello.

You're late.

I'm sorry.

Assistants in Whitehall can't
just come and go as they please.

I hate it when you're late.

It makes me think you
might not be coming at all.

- We had
a visitor today.

I had to collect him, of course.

Great Sherlock Holmes, no less.

Oh.

Yes, didn't seem
very special to me.

Thank you.

Oh, sit down.

What did he want?

The devil knows.

They're brothers, of
course, he and Mycroft.

Yes.

Oh, God.

I've had a terrible morning.

Oh, poor thing.

But don't you find
it soothing here?

Mhm.

So quiet and intimate.

Look at the flames
flickering there.

That solitary glow and
the darkness all around.

See how the flame dances--

dances.

Up and down.

So warm, comforting.

So peaceful.

Up and down, up and
down against the dark.

Richard, open your eyes.

At 8 o'clock tonight, there's
something I want you to do.

Colonel Booth, sir.

Hmm?

You have a 7:30
meeting in his office.

I was just passing,
and I thought I'd walk

you down there, Mr. Holmes.

Meeting, um--

We have to review the
Downing Street security roster.

Oh, yes.

I confirmed your usual
dinner reservation, sir.

8:15.

Good.

Why don't you join me?

Delighted, sir.

Time you are going
home, young man.

Yes, sir.

Just finishing off here.

- He never stops working.

I don't know if it's
ambition or patriotism,

but I'm sure he'll be prime
minister before he's 40.

Oh, seems as rain about.

I've got an umbrella
in my office.

I'll come with you.

Now then, my little beauty.

- I hope you
like this place.

They have a first-rate chef.

Oh, good.

Always a very good roast.

Good.

Come on.
Come on.

It's odd.

What?

It's still stuck.

Ah, let me try that.

Hmm.

Would you mind?

Not at all.

- It's definitely
jammed, sir.

- Yes.

Got you.

Here it is.

Who's that?

I'll take it, sir.

Farrington.

Farrington?

- Hey, police!

Police!

Stop right there!

Stop!

Stop, goddammit!

What sort of people
would do this, Colonel?

Perhaps we should talk to
your brother again, Mr. Holmes.

- I think it was
the inexplicable behavior

of young Farrington
that persuaded

Holmes to take the case.

- Traitor.

Are you sure he's
our man, Colonel.

It seems so strange.

Farrington's been with
me for three years.

He's our man, all right.

Don't worry, Mr. Holmes.

The colonel and me will
get the truth out of him

down at the yard.

Come along, lad.

- But perhaps
he had suspected

all along that his old adversary
was masterminding the affair.

- You failed.

There was nothing I
could do, Professor.

They shot him down not
5 yards from the coach.

Must have been half
a dozen of them.

- Not bloody likely.

You lying dog.

Stubb, you're alive.

No, thanks to you,
you yellow scum.

You took off at
the first gunshot.

Let me kill him.

I thought he
was dead, I swear.

I was right there.

I called for you to wait.

Liar!

There seems to be a
difference of opinion.

Let's discuss this, hmm?

Rationally, like gentlemen.

Mr. Finch, get us all a cigar
from the box on my desk.

I have no patience with
failures or cowards,

and I will not
tolerate disloyalty.

Rot in hell, you filth.

And you, Mr Stubb, remember
that only I punish or reward.

Sir.

Well, how many more
times I don't know?

You knew where the
messages were delivered.

You knew the habits
of your superior,

when he would leave the office.

This is treason, boy.

To say nothing of murder.

Constable Evans was a good man.

Murder?

I don't know
anything about that.

Don't give me that, lad.

Who are you working for?

Mycroft Holmes.

Very funny.

You work for a
foreign government.

We know that already, my lad.

Now, which one?

No.

- The code.

- Farrington
locks up every night.

But when I returned
with Colonel Booth,

my key wouldn't open the door.

Here's the reason why.

Sliver of wood, a piece of
pencil, jammed into the keyhole.

Obviously the thief did
not want to be disturbed.

Precisely, Watson.

What did he take, money?

Oh, no.

Something far more valuable.

An official document
taken from this set, which

I alone know the combination.

There, the future, gentleman.

It is no hollow boast to
say that within these papers

lies the destiny of
the British empire.

Oh, yes.

Why steal only one of
the papers, I wonder.

I don't know.

It was a dispatch from Europe.

It only arrived last night.

I've not decoded it yet.

Ah, coded messages.

Yes, they're all kept in
this safe, and once deciphered,

they're burnt.

Who actually
sees these messages

before they are destroyed?

Well, depending on
priority, the prime minister,

minister of defense.

Oh, is that all?

Yes.

Apart from myself, of course.

Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

Now I see what you mean about
Mycroft being the government.

So nothing else was
touched in this room?

And I warrant nothing else
was taken from this room.

The raid itself was carried
out with such expertise.

One can only describe
it as admirable.

And you, my dear Mycroft,
are such a creature of habit.

That was used against you.

After all, it was sheer
chance that you came

back here for your umbrella.

Had that not have
occurred, the thief would

have remained undisturbed.

I take it that you and you
alone have the key to this code?

And the agent who
sent it, of course.

Of course.

Well, the thief
must be apprehended.

The message must be retrieved.

Yes, before he
breaks the code.

Oh, he couldn't
possibly do that.

Why not?

I devised it myself.

All codes can be broken,
Mycroft, even yours.

- There was
nothing pleased

Holmes more than a chance to
admonish his older brother.

Meanwhile, at Scotland
Yard, Lestrade and Booth

had news for us.

Thank you, Constable.

Holmes.

He's a tough nut,
but he's cracking.

He's just admitted
he's a Bolshevik.

Oh.

Probably come to kill the Queen.

This swine.

No, no, no, Watson, no.

I did not mean that.

Eh, I merely said
it to illustrate

that if you, yourself, had to
spend five hours with Lestrade

and Colonel Booth,
you would probably

say anything they wanted.

I resent that, Holmes.

Colonel Booth, I would
like to talk to him alone.

You can talk.

But I'll be here.

- Who is she?

The woman you are
protecting, who is she?

I'm sorry, Mr Holmes.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The police did not find
this in your desk, but I did.

She will not do you any
good, you know that.

She--

Do you think she will
be there when you hang

from the gallows as a murderer?

I'm not a murderer.

If she does not speak up for
you now, you are a dead man.

Not only dead, but disgraced.

Hanged as a traitor
to your country.

I would give my
life for my country.

Farrington, you will not
give your life for anything.

They will take it.

Her name is Angela,
Baroness DeVere.

She's married, you see, to
a high-ranking diplomat.

She rented a house
just off the Strand.

Holmes, how on Earth
did you know he was having

an affair with a baroness?

- I didn't.

All I knew was that he was
having an affair with someone.

In any case, Farrington
was not having

an affair with the baroness.

- He wasn't?
- No.

He was having an
affair with a lady

purporting to be a baroness.

How can you say that?

Because I have a thorough
knowledge of titles,

both English and European.

And believe me, DeVere
is not among them.

Looks as though the lady
doesn't exist at all then.

As you have seen, Holmes,
like the rest of the house,

decidedly uninhabited.

Yes, only recently, though.

What do you mean?

Dust, Lestrade.

I don't see any.

Exactly.

Sorry.

I'm not following you.

An uninhabited house,
Lestrade, would be

layered in dust, would it not?

This house, no dust.

You know, I think
that Farrington

may well be telling the truth.

I think he was besotted
by this woman's charms

and therefore unable to
obey his normal instincts.

Or she was exerting some
other influence over him.

I wonder, hypnosis.

The state that Mycroft found
him in after the break-in

would certainly suggests that.

Hmm.

You're a military
man, my dear fellow.

What do you make of Booth?

Well, I find it hard to
believe that Mycroft's choice

of colleague could
be suspect in regard

to booth if that's
what you mean.

He fought, nearly
died for his country.

Sepoy Mutiny in '57.

They gave him the
Victoria Cross.

Brave man.

- I have tried
every mathematical formula

that I know!

What news from Europe?

A visitor from Berlin.

Oberstein.

Yes, he'll be
here in a few days.

Then we must be sure that
we have something to show him.

Holmes must be watched
even more carefully.

It might be simpler to
put a bullet through him.

You just don't shoot a man
like Sherlock Holmes, oh, no.

His death must be savored.

First, he must know
defeat at my hands.

And then destruction.

Holmes has made
Farrington talk.

Well, perhaps your
hypnotic power over men

is not as potent as
you would imagine.

There are other ways
of silencing him,

if you, uh, don't object, hmm?

Farrington means
nothing to me.

I could arrange something.

Oh, I hate being
cooped up in here.

Let me settle things
with Oberstein then

I shall take you away to
Paris, to Rome, to Monte Carlo.

We still haven't
cracked Mycroft's code.

Then I have another solution.

I don't know why I didn't
think of it before.

- Come.

- All our
attempts to trace

Farrington's mysterious
Angela DeVere had failed.

The trail seemed cold.

Mycroft returned to
his usual routine.

It was the calm
before the storm.

Uh, I see we have yet
another acquisition, Burton.

This place is beginning to
look like the British Museum.

General Summerlee's
bestowed on us

another of his archeological
treasures, sir.

Yeah.

Well, it's an excellent
example of its period.

I wouldn't know, sir.

Can I get you anything else?

Um, one more glass
of port to go down, eh?

Now let's see.

If my brother, Mycroft,
said he'd meet me here,

here is where he'll be.

I've already told
you, Mr. Holmes,

your brother is not here.

He is not here.

He's not in his lodging.

He is not at Whitehall.

It doesn't mean
anything's happened to him.

On the contrary,
my brother Mycroft

has a life that runs on rails.

The rails run from--

from his lodging to Whitehall
to here and back again.

It never varies.

Were it to vary, one might say
it was tantamount to the Earth

veering out of orbit.

His port left untouched
from last night.

Burton, you did not see my
brother leave here last night?

The last time I saw him,
sir, was when he asked

for a second glass of port.

I left him here admiring
"Cleopatra," yes.

She wasn't here
when I was here last.

You have a keen eye, sir.

It came just yesterday.

Did you open it, Burton?

Open it, sir?

It has been opened.

Observe the carpet.

The nap has been lifted.

It was raised by the
lid swinging across it.

Which means, of course,
that there are hinges.

Excuse me.

Yes, indeed.

How very curious.

But anyone might have
opened it, even Mycroft.

I think not, Colonel Booth.

I think not.

This was opened from the inside.

- A latch on the inside.

- Indeed

Ahh.

What?

Uh, air holes for ventilation.

No.

Spy holes for viewing.

What does it all signify?

Surely, we don't have
to explain it, Lestrade.

Wait a minute.

You're suggesting someone popped
out of this here thing, overcame

your brother and kidnapped him?

Yes, with
accomplices, of course.

Accomplices?

Well, it took at least
two men to carry this.

No, sir.

Three men delivered it.

Ahh.

Oh, look.

What is it, Holmes?

It's blue clay, London clay,
usually found in the riverbed.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I noticed the same
substance earlier before you

arrived here on the carpet.

And there's more of the same
over here at the window,

you see.

- Footprint.

They left by this
window, carrying Mycroft?

Rope ladder.

Yes, yes, you see?

There, rope burns.

So long strides, spy holes set
very high, tall man, 4 inches,

over 6 feet, at
least, an Indian.

Indian?

Note the pointed shoe.

And in the casket, a
strong smell of sandalwood.

An Indian of great
strength and height.

Cast your mind back, Watson.

Good God, Holmes.

Thuggee.

Indeed.

What's that?

- They're thugs, cult
of murderers from India,

followers of Kali,
goddess of death.

Only one person who would
use such people today.

My brother has been
taken by Moriarty.

Oh, good morning, Alibaba.

Or is it good evening?

Are you awake?

Is there anything
that I can get you?

A comfortable chair.

You know, I see it was you
who Stole "The Leonardo"

from the Louver.

Sherlock always suspected it.

He'll be glad to
know he was right.

Well, of course, he
may never find out.

Speaking of finding out,
congratulations on your code.

Giving you trouble?

Oh, completely befuddled.

Befuddled?

The man who wrote the
dynamics of an asteroid,

a book that ascends the rarefied
heights of pure mathematics?

Well, I am honored.

So befuddled I even referred
to your younger brother's

trifling monograph on
codes, to no avail.

Big brothers had
more experience.

Yes.

Well, now you must
share it, hmm?

I'm afraid you purloined
the message before I

had a chance to decipher it.

No, I'll decipher it once you
give me the key to your code.

Torture?

I abhor needless violence.

You don't expect
me to volunteer

the information, surely?

Well, aren't you
going to introduce us?

All you need to know is
that she has many talents.

- Has he had any visitors?

- No, no, no, no.

Only myself and Booth.

At what time was he found?

The night shift discovered
him just after 8 o'clock.

What time?

8 o'clock.

The same hour that Mycroft's
office was broken into.

Do you think
there's a connection?

There must be.

Diabolical.

So this baroness woman made him
kill himself with his own belt?

That is what they want
us to think, Watson.

However, it is
awfully difficult,

is it not, even under the
influence of hypnotism for a man

to kill himself when
he is already dead?

And an old Summerlee
filling the place with junk

from his expeditions gave
Moriarty the perfect ruse

to kidnap Mycroft.

But for what purpose?

Well, to get the
code, of course.

What?

That's certainly
one interpretation.

But Mycroft would never
decipher the message.

He would never
betray his country.

Not knowingly, my dear Watson.

He would rather die first.

There is another possibility.

What's that?

Mycroft Holmes
is a traitor, and

his abduction was just a clever
trick to throw us off the trail.

Furthermore, supporting
his kidnap story

is simply your way of
defending his seditious acts.

Well, that's outrageous.

Are you accusing both Sherlock
and Mycroft of being traitors?

Forgive me.

But it is possible.

You are right to cover
every aspect of the case,

but I do assure
you, you are wrong.

Then it is imperative
we trace Moriarty.

I shall talk with Lestrade.

Lestrade?

Capturing Moriarty?

What progress have you made.

Might I remind you,
Colonel, that we have only

arrived where we are now because
of Sherlock's investigations.

You, yourself, suggested
that he take this case.

Thank you, Watson.

But I am quite sure
Colonel Booth was speaking

hypothetically when
he said that Mycroft

and myself might be traitors.

Well, I certainly hope so.

Either way, I think an
apology is in order.

I remind you, Holmes,
this is not only a question

of your brother's well-being.

This is a matter of
national security.

In the final balance, even
the most patriotic man

may wear his own life
before that of his country.

A strange viewpoint from
a defender of the empire,

is it not?

A few points change
with experience.

The coded letter is the
important thing, Holmes.

Find that, and you'll find
Moriarty and save your brother.

- The key to
the code, what is it?

Sherlock.

Sherlock safe.

- The key to the code
is in your brother's safe?

Yeah, brown envelope.

Here's a telegram,
sir, for Mr. Holmes.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

It's just arrived, sir.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Read it to me,
will you, Watson?

It's from Lestrade.

He wants us to meet
him at the yard.

He's found the Indian.

Get your coat, Watson.

Right-o.

Where to, gentlemen?

Scotland Yard.

No.

Just take us around the square.

Around the square--

Cabbie, round the
square and back here.

- Yes, sir.

Lestrade would never send a
telegram if a hand-delivered

message would do.

Anyway, if he really
had caught the Indian,

he'd come and tell
me in person in order

to rub salt into the wound.

Now, he knew that
I would recognize

Lestrade's handwriting.

That's why he sent a telegram.

He?

Keep that very close to you.

Well, Jeremy Stubb, I
thought I recognized

your work on Mycroft's safe.

You remember, don't you, Watson?

Jeremy Stubb?

Until I put pay to
his career, the finest

safecracker in all of London.

In all England, Mr. Holmes.

All right, Watson.

I've heard you'd
escaped from Dartmoor.

The climate didn't suit me.

Pity.

You'll soon be back there.

Where is Moriarty?

Never heard of him.

I suppose you organized
this yourself, did you?

Perhaps I did.

My dear Stubb, you couldn't
organize a game of croquet.

Touché, Mr. Holmes.

What I mean is,
Mr. Holmes is always

coming up with silly little
clues that don't mean nothing.

That's how he nicked
me the last time.

I was innocent then.

Well, bongas, stop
your worthless wretch.

Where is my brother?

Let go of me.

Get him off me.

You keep him off me.

I know my rights.

He can't treat me like that.

I don't have to say nothing.

If my brother is harmed
in any way whatsoever,

I will kill you with my bare
hands, as God is my judge.

Stubb knows how I
deal with traitors.

He won't talk.

But someone else will.

You don't make a fool out of me.

- It seems
I already have.

You have a very
strong will, Mycroft.

It runs in the family.

Quick, sir.

My mistress has
got a raging fever.

The master sent
me in a carriage.

He's waiting outside.

Please hurry, sir.

She's awful bad.

Yes yes, me lad, come on.

It's a medical
emergency, Holmes.

I'll be back later.

Do come in, Professor.

The stable lad who has
just left with Watson

is the first I've ever seen
with pierced ears, a transparent

deception for you, Moriarty.

It served its purpose
to get you alone.

Ahh, this looks like
a winning position.

You place your bishop
there, in three moves,

I'll take your black king.

Since you are so
obviously armed,

you don't need three moves.

- Then Checkmate.

- Oh, well played.

But you've overlooked
my counter, dear friend.

If you want to take
the black king,

first, you must sacrifice
a knight and a pawn.

Are you prepared for that, hmm?

Besides, a bullet,
even from your own gun,

is not the kind of justice
that you seek for me.

Oh, you will face justice.

Believe me, we shall see.

I have a proposition
for you, Holmes.

I listen.

In the past, I
found you diverted.

You're opposition, providing
exciting competition.

I too had had similar
thoughts about you, Moriarty.

We're both extraordinary men.

Yes.

We appreciate the
aesthetics of the game.

But now things are different.

You changed the rules?

Oh, no, Mr. Holmes.

I've thrown away the book.

You and I both
know that you are

not going to pull that trigger.

If you were, you would have
done it a long, long time ago.

Don't push me.

Everything changed when that
noose went around my neck.

Sometimes the rage I feel
towards you overwhelms me.

But you're right.

Your death, in itself,
is no longer sufficient.

But it will come, I assure you.

If you want to
see Mycroft again,

you will give me
the key to his code.

And if I did, you would
release him unharmed?

Correct.

How can I trust you?

- Do you have a choice?

I don't wish to gloat,
but you have to admit,

my strategy is running
like clockwork.

Why are you so
interested in this code?

It came to my
attention some time ago.

But frankly, it was the,
um, family connection

that induced my participation.

It was an added
bonus that certain

of my European associates
expressed a wish to purchase it.

Is there anything you
wouldn't sell, Moriarty?

You and I have
a lot in common,

including certain weaknesses.

But Mycroft, he's
different from you.

He's not used to such pleasures.

If he should
come to any harm--

That depends upon you.

The key, Mr. Holmes.

Go to hell,
Professor Moriarty.

I shall see you
in your grave first.

And Watson, what of him?

I play for kings.

I only take pawns if
they get in my way.

Then it would seem to be
stalemate, wouldn't you say?

For the moment, Mr. Holmes.

Only for the moment.

Still half asleep.

I can't see.

Come on, we'll guide you.

Where am I?

What is this place?

No need for you to know.

Watson, my dear fellow,
are you all right?

They took me by surprise.

As soon as I enter the carriage,
I was cracked over the head.

When I came to,
I was blindfolded

and chained to a post in some
kind of underground cabin.

I knew it was underground
because the air was so dank.

Do you remember anything else?

I don't know.

The next thing I recall, I
was sitting on the embankment.

I hailed a cab, and here I am.

But why was I taken?

I had a visitor, Moriarty.

The nerve of the devil.

Yes, indeed.

What are you doing?

He has made a mistake, Watson.

He has made a mistake.

Emile is a chemist.

Ah, good, 'cause I've
got a splitting headache.

An experimental chemist.

I think that this could
be rather painful.

- Open your eyes.

Look at me.

The cipher to the
message, what is it?

Numbers, code,
refers to pages, book.

Page numbers.

- What book?

- "Voltaire
Volume Three."

Where is the book?

My office, Whitehall.

I have the papers
and the post.

Also the new "Strand Magazine."

Which of our cases have
you so luridly chronicled

this time, my dear Watson?

The adventure of
the engineer's thumb.

Huh?

Oh.

Yes, yes, indeed.

May I?

Appropriately accompanied with
inaccurate and melodramatic

illustrations, I see.

You know perfectly
well I didn't

vary a jot from the facts.

The facts, as you see
them, my dear fellow.

Morphine or cocaine?

Do I detect a note
of disapproval, Watson?

It's just that I've
only seen you turn to it

to alleviate boredom
or inactivity,

never when you were on a case.

But perhaps the
nature of this case

is such you feel your mind needs
a 7% solution to clarify it.

I much prefer the days of
the three-pipe solution.

Because this business
concerns my rival, Moriarty,

and the safety of my brother,
I am unable to function

with my usual perception.

Is that what you think?

No, my dear Holmes,
I do not think that.

Do you?

- My dear Watson,
you are right, of course.

I cannot risk the loss of my
deductive powers with artificial

stimulation, especially since
without information, they are

practically wrecked already.

Clues, Watson.

I need clues.

Without the relevant
information,

my brain is like
a racing engine,

racking itself to pieces.

Yes, if only we could
get some lead from Stubb,

some trail to follow
that wasn't a dead end.

Stubb.

That's it.

What?

- Of course, of course.

Why didn't I think of it before?

Sometimes, you know, Watson, I'm
almost as stupid as Lestrade.

But you, my dear Watson, you are
more clarifying than any drug.

Some people, without
possessing genius themselves,

have the remarkable power
of stimulating it in others.

You are such a person, Watson.

You are such a person.

Thank you, I think.

- Watson, come on, man.

Come on.

- Yes, yes, it's
an excellent idea, Holmes.

I like it.

Actually, it
was Watson's idea.

Oh, my dear fellow.

That's all right.

I still like it.

Uh, congratulations, doctor.

You don't seem to be
very enthusiastic, Booth.

If we let Jeremy Stubb
escape, how can you be

sure he'll lead us to Moriarty?

Moriarty is the only one who
can supply money and sanctuary.

How would you arrange it?

Forgive me, Holmes,
but your methods

are known for
their irregularity.

My methods may be
irregular on occasion.

However, it is their
effectiveness that is important,

would you not say?

You must admit, gentlemen,
your own efforts to tracing

Moriarty have been abysmal.

Yes, I'm surprised
he hasn't called

in at Scotland Yard for
a word of encouragement,

as he did with me.

It would be the last
word he had in his life,

I can assure you.

Would it really?

Good God, man,
Moriarty is walking

about the street at will.

You still can't find him.

Stubb mustn't suspect a trap.

- We'll arrange
to transfer him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's up, lad?

It's me mate, sir.

Coach run him over, it did, sir.

He's hurt some awful, he is.

All right, let's have
a look then, shall we?

All right.

Easy.

Is he looking on?

Yes, sir.

Then anytime
you're ready, lads?

Come on, hurry up.

Professor sent us.

You're a good boy.

Said he's worried, sir.

Old Stubbs, he
won't forget you.

That, he won't.

There you go.

You kids get off home.

Let's get off home.

Come, gentlemen.

It's Stubb.

Come on, hurry.

Strangled.

Hey, you, stop!

I'm going up
after him, Watson.

Come on, Lestrade.

- See you on the roof.

Deal with this.

Yes, sir.

Hey!

Sorry things went
badly tonight, Holmes.

But even if we'd taken
the Indian alive,

it's doubtful he
would have talked.

Possibly.

Whatever we do, it seems
that Moriarty knows about it.

We've also seen that
he's even prepared

to sacrifice his own men.

I think you know in order to
safeguard Mycroft's code book,

I should pass it on straight
away to the proper authorities.

The code book?

You mean you've
had it all along?

I've known of its
whereabouts, yes.

Why didn't you tell
me or the colonel?

I am telling you
and the colonel.

Good Lord, Holmes.

That was an awful
responsibility to take.

Where is the book?

In Mycroft's office.

"Voltaire Volume Three."

How can that be a code book?

How indeed, Lestrade.

How indeed.

Goodnight, Inspector.

Goodnight, Booth.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Holmes.

It took long, Inspector.

I'll drop you off the yard.

- Walk on.

- Holmes?

Yes, Watson.

One thing bothers me.

Only one?

How did Moriarty get
wind of our Stubb scheme?

Ahh, yes.

Well, now here's another
one to bother you.

How could Colonel Booth,
who apparently only

has one good eye,
shoot the Indian

straight through the
heart at a distance

of approximately 50 yards in
bad light with only one shot?

And yet, some nights before,
the time of the stolen document,

miss Stubb with a number of
shots at half the range, hmm?

I hadn't thought of that.

Curious discrepancy in
marksmanship, is it not?

I want you to take that cab.

And what?

Collect Wiggins.

Follow Booth.

Don't worry.

I won't be far away.

- As usual, Holmes was
several steps ahead of me.

Booth went straight
to Mycroft's office

after dropping off Lestrade.

But whilst he was inside,
we saw a mysterious figure

approach his cab.

Come on.

What's wrong, Cabbie?

Loose wheel, sir.

It won't take a minute.

- Where to sir?

- The south side
of Southwark Bridge.

Move on.

Yeah.

Are you sure this is
the place you want, sir?

It's a dangerous place around
here, you know, for a gentleman.

Yes, yes, that's all right.

Thank you.

If you want, sir.

Thank you.

Wait here.

Quickly, Wiggins,
back to the cab.

Fetch Holmes and Lestrade
and bring them here.

Right.

Hello, guv'nor.

I thought you might need this.

Holmes.

I, uh, thought of
joining you earlier,

and then I thought, no, no, no.

Little reconnaissance
would be wiser.

I sent Wiggins off
to you and Lestrade.

What is this place?

That church is on the site
of the old Southwark friary.

Directly underneath
the church, there

is a tunnel system where I found
a certain amount of blue clay.

But that place has
been derelict for years.

Hmm.

Look.

Come on.

The pointed shoe again.

- And they say
dead men don't talk.

I believe this is
where I was tied up.

When they took you
out, do you have any idea

which way they took you?

That way, I think.

Watson, we'll go this way.

260, 14.

M.

269, 17.

S.

267, 2.

S.

Colonel Booth here
saved us valuable

time by providing the
relevant copy of "Voltaire."

No doubt this will be an
explosive little document, hmm?

You have done our country
a great service, Professor.

Believe me, it was
a personal pleasure.

Hang out.

Patridge is coming.

Well?

This doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't.

Bring me that damned Mycroft.

It seems, Professor, that
I have wasted my journey.

I can assure you,
Herr Oberstein, this

will only take but a moment.

It is not just a
question of money.

If you cannot decode this
message, then I will have

to inform Berlin immediately.

Don't threaten me, Oberstein.

I'm perfectly aware
of the situation.

You don't have to drag me.

I'm coming.

- Make sure his
hands are tied first.

Prepare to leave.

Now, listen to me,
Mycroft Holmes.

Don't make a fool out of me.

- It seems
I already have.

You have made me
extremely impatient.

I am going to count to five,
and if you don't give me

the correct key
to the code, then

we are going to throttle you.

Do you understand?

1, 2, 3, 4--

Go-- go to hell.

5.

- Is it the code
you're looking for, Moriarty?

If anyone moves, please
shoot them, will you?

With the greatest
of pleasure, Holmes.

- What delightful rooms
you have here, Moriarty.

And how very good of Colonel
Booth to lead us to them.

Ah, minus his bogus
eye patch, I see.

Yes, as bogus as
his phony patriotism.

I knew if I told him
about the code book,

he would bring it
straight to you.

Of course, the one you have is a
decoy, which I had substituted.

The real one is
still in my chambers.

I must say you do keep
excellent company, Moriarty.

Herr Oberstein, master
of European espionage.

And I do believe,
Ms. Sophie DeVere,

one-time favorite ingénue at
Drury Lane, until, of course,

the great scandal with a
certain married prince,

which ended her rising career.

Moriarty, release my brother.

- One can tell
the measure of the man

by the company that he keeps.

- Yes, indeed.

Villains all, eh, Booth?

Yes, you of all people.

How could you?

How could I?

Watch 40 years of
degeneracy shrink

the empire to a pale shadow.

I've seen brave men,
friends, die in every corner

of the globe on the
whim of some fool

from an office in Whitehall.

Men like me have
stood by for too long.

This country needs new leaders.

I think we've had enough of
your half-baked ideology, Booth.

It really is quite simple.

You are a traitor
to your country

and the murderer of
Richard Farrington.

The old order
changeth, Holmes.

This game is not over yet.

Would you be so kind?

I think, for you,
the game is over.

I would point out that Watson
is an extremely good shot

and still has his revolver
pointed in the general proximity

of your heart.

If he has one.

Now, that depends,
Dr. Watson, if you

are speaking scientifically,
as a physician,

or romantically, as a writer.

Ah, you have a
literary devotee, Watson.

Oh, I enjoy a cheap penny
dreadful every now and again.

The critic too.

He forgets the
author has a gun.

The critic too.

An ignominious end,
surely, Moriarty.

Shot for giving a bad review.

Don't move.

Lestrade, take
care of my brother.

Wait for me at the top.

- Holmes?

Holmes?

Sherlock, where are you?

Holmes.

- I am the resurrection
and the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth and
believeth in me shall never die.

Amen.

The Lord is my shepherd.

- The
Lord's my shepherd

I'll not want

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green

He leadeth me

The quiet waters

- You said you
would see me in my grave.

It's good to see that you
are a man of your word.

But then, of course,
I anticipated no less.

Well, did you anticipate
this, Mr. Holmes?

Nobody move, unless you want to
put a real body in this coffin.

It seems we both mistook this
funeral for a masquerade ball.

But since you have so
obviously bound us together,

could you be kind
enough to accompany

me on a short carriage ride.

I could shoot you now, Holmes.

I may just need you if your
friends were to catch up.

After you.

Ha!

Hyah!

Ha!

Hurry up.

Do you, by any
chance, have a key?

Of course.

Oh.

Why don't you
pick it up, Holmes?

And be careful, because my gun
is right next to your head.

For God's sake
could you hurry!

Faster.

Stop.

Holmes, old man.

- The police dragged
the lake for some days.

Didn't, however,
recover the bodies.

The coach, but not the bodies.

- That lake
is fathoms deep,

and the current probably
washed them away.

Let us hope so,
my dear friend.

Holmes, how did you know the
code book was the "Voltaire"?

Well, my brother Mycroft
hated French at school,

so I knew perfectly
well that he would

never read six volumes of
"Voltaire," not for fun, anyway.

- Who is this fellow
you're supposed to meet?

Mycroft simply said that
somebody from the government

wanted to offer their
congratulations.

It's probably some visiting
parliamentary nabob

seeking re-election.

Shall we go, Watson?

Yeah.

News is arriving daily.

15 Serbian royal guards
arrested, German spy

ring broken in Paris, yeah.

I know you hate these
things, Sherlock,

but you are quite the hero.

Oh, please, Mycroft.

Please

Well, you try to be civil.

It took some doing to
arrange this reception here.

The members weren't
too keen on it.

After all, it's the
first time a woman

has been allowed in the place.

A woman?

- Even Holmes
was taken aback.

Who could have guessed that Her
Majesty was his biggest fan?