All language subtitles for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes 1986 S03E02

Far enough.

Come, Watson.

Come.

The game is afoot.

If you'll turn and come.

Well, I think we have fought
sufficiently, Holmes.

Splendid.

Abbey Grange, Martian, Kent, 3 .30 a .m.

My dear Mr. Holmes, I shall be very glad
of your immediate assistance in what

promises to be a most remarkable place.

There is something quite in your line.

Except for releasing the lady, I will
see that everything is kept exactly as I

have found it. But I beg you not to lose
an instant, as it is difficult to leave

the useless.

Your space is turning hot.

What?

Inspector Hopkins.

He's called you in seven times. On each
occasion, his summons has been entirely

justified. I thank you that every one of
his cases has found its way into your

collection.

I must admit, Watson, you do have some
power of selection.

Thank you.

At a tone so much of which I deplore
about your narratives.

Your fatal habit of looking at
everything from the point of view of a

instead of as a scientific exercise has
ruined it.

What might have been an instructive and
even classical series of demonstrations.

Why do you not write them yourself?

I will, my dear Watson, I will.

In my declining years.

So our present research appears to be
one of murder.

Does it?

He'd be monogrammed with little arms.

And a dress which walks back to the
deflation of the forestries. We are

in high line.

Brackenstall. Sir Eustace Brackenstall.

You've heard of him? He was quoted in
the Chronicle the other day as being one

of the richest men in Kent. Watson, you
are a treasury of knowledge.

And you think him dead?

I think him murdered, Watson.

Hopkins is not an emotional man.

The writing shows a certain agitation.
It is surely urgent.

You think the body left there for our
inspection?

I think that we shall find the
Brackenstall line is now empty.

Very good of you to come, Mr. Holmes.

And you, Doctor.

Inspector.

I hope you'll forgive me, Mr. Holmes.

Forgive what, Hopkins?

I should not have troubled you, sir.

But since the lady has come to herself,
she's given so clear an account of the

affair that there's not much left for us
to do.

You remember the Lewisham gang? Between
the three Randalls?

Exactly, sir. The father and two sons.

It's their work, not a doctor's. But
they did a job of signal a fortnight

didn't they? They did.

They were seen and described.

Well, it's cool of them. I agree to do
another so soon as so near. But it is

they and our hanging matter this time.

Brackenslaw is deadly.

Ah, yes, Doctor.

In the dining room, his head was knocked
in with his own poker.

And the lady?

Not yet, my lady.

I shall be glad when you can arrange
matters.

What is that?

You have other injuries, madam.

It's nothing.

I have no connection with this hideous
business.

Please, sit down.

I think it would be best to inform you
of something, gentlemen.

Regarding Sir Eustace.

You'll no doubt hear a rumour of it
otherwise from idle tongues who'll

the truth of it.

It would pain me to think of his memory
tarnished in that way.

Sir Eustace drank, I'm afraid.

Not regularly and consistently.

Not in a way to hurt our marriage.

Nor did it interfere with the exercise
of his public duties.

Nevertheless, the vice was a private
shame to him.

He was very sensible of my dislike of
it.

When he felt the obsession too keenly,
he took himself off until the poison had

exhausted him.

It distressed me, of course, that it
should happen.

But he was proud and sensitive enough
never to allow me to witness it.

I felt deep gratitude for that.

And not a little pity.

Can you understand that, gentlemen?

I have never heard a like case talked of
with such illuminating compassion,

madam.

I must, however, ask you to believe
something further.

I was in some measure grateful for this
vice of my husband's. How could that be?

I've spent most of my life in South
Australia, in the wine -growing country

Adelaide.

As a very young woman, I lived alone
with my father.

My mother was dead.

If I had a mother, it was my loyal
Teresa.

It was a very free life.

I found it extremely difficult to adapt
to the proprieties of England, being

mistress of such a place as this.

So I felt if I were to show a decent
understanding of my husband's weakness,

would in turn forgive me some of my
unsuitable behaviour.

And so it proved.

I see.

I'll tell you about last night.

Eustace retired at about half past ten.

The servants had already gone to their
quarters.

Which are where?

In the east wing.

Only my husband, Teresa, and myself
sleep in the central block. The servants

would have heard nothing.

Had you retired by then?

I was in my room.

I never retired till I'd seen Madame to
bed. Thank you.

I sat up.

This room, in fact.

It is my custom to walk around to see
that the house is secure.

Because for obvious reasons, the Eustace
is not always to be relied upon in that

respect.

I went into the gun room.

The kitchen.

The butler's pantry.

The billiard room.

The drawing room.

And finally, the dining room, where the
curtains were drawn.

Difficult to tell you much of what
happened next.

I took a step towards the curtain.

And I found myself face to face with an
intruder.

A big man.

Quite elderly.

For a moment we just stared at each
other.

Then two other men came in behind him
and he came for me.

I must have been unconscious for some
minutes.

It was then that my unfortunate husband
entered the room.

They dealt with him as you shall see.

I believe I fainted again. I'm not sure.

The exact events are difficult.

I drifted in and out of consciousness,
you understand.

I do know that they cleared the room of
its silver and they must have drawn

themselves a bottle of port, some of
which I saw them drink.

The man who struck me was elderly, with
a beard.

The others younger, smooth -faced.

Yes.

Finally, they checked that I was
securely bound and left, taking the

them. How was the alarm raised?

Madam had not come upstairs.

Earlier she said she would follow me
shortly, so at midnight I went down in

she'd fallen asleep over a book.

A thing I hate to do.

And there I found her, poor lamb, just
as she says.

And him on the floor, his blood and
brains all over the room.

I have to drive a woman out of her wit
and her gagged and bound and her very

dress spotted with him.

She never wanted courage, did Miss Mary
Fraser of Adelaide.

And Lady Brackenstall of Abbey Grange
hasn't learned new ways.

You've questioned her long enough,
gentlemen.

When did the lady earn her baby in
Australia?

About 18 months ago, sir. Her father
sent her to give her experience of

That is to find her husband. Poor woman.
It must have seen a brilliant match.

It's a mess, sir.

Constable?

A mess indeed.

We've touched nothing, sir. What do you
make of it, Doctor?

Should I?

Please proceed, my dear fellow.

It's a blow of... savage ferocity. A
single blow? I believe so.

It is a straightforward enough wound,
you see.

It begins thus, below the ear, and then
crosses...

Both spheres of the parietal bone at
such an angle.

But this side is smashed as far as the
coronal suture. I've never seen anything

like it.

A powerful man, the Zelda Randall? Half
his trade is violence, sir.

He's certainly left his trademark.

What beats me is how Randall could do so
mad a thing.

knowing that the lady could describe
them and that we could not fail to

recognise the description.

The criminal mind has its quirks of
conscience and scruples.

In that respect, it is as individual and
curious as any other.

A noted miser may be secretly
charitable, so this violent Randall may

line at the murder of an unconscious
woman.

Or he may well believe that she did not
see him.

Well, how is that, sir?

She testifies that they stared at each
other. Yes, but it was she who held the

light. What Randall may have seen was
mostly flickering candle flame.

The face behind it.

A distorted mask.

He may have been unimaginative enough to
have thought that she saw no more than

he did.

He knocked on unconscious at the next
instance, thus for his purposes, solving

his problem, Watson.

May I impose upon you to stretch the
turkey rug?

What for, Holmes?

Candle wax, Watson.

Candle wax.

Now, this bell presents a mystery.

Does it not, Inspector? Sir? When it was
pulled down, the bell in the kitchen

must have rung loudly.

No one would hear it, the way the
kitchen is placed.

How did the burglar know that?

Exactly, Mr. Holmes, exactly what the
very question has put myself.

Now, either he has known the house... Or
he may have dealings with one of the

servants. One of my men is going over
the record of service at the Grange with

the butler at this very moment, sir.

Inspector, you seem to have thought of
everything.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Holmes. What is it, Watson?

There.

A scattering of wax and a very light
scorching.

Invisible, but leaving its
characteristic scent.

The lady would have fallen here.

Randall had snatched up the candelabra
immediately.

I suppose that is where they took their
refreshment.

To steady their nerves, yes.

Port wine, sir.

Did Lady Birkenstall say that the
butler's corkscrew was used?

No, sir.

She was senseless at the moment the
bottle was opened. Quite so.

It was opened with a pocket screw,
probably contained in a knife. If you

the top of the cork, you will observe...

But the screw was driven in three times
before the cork was extracted.

This long screw would have transfixed it
and drawn it with a single pull.

When you catch this fellow, it is likely
that you will find that he has a

multiplex knife in his berserk.

Excellent, John.

These three glasses do puzzle me, I must
confess.

Did Lady Birkenstall say that she
actually saw the three men drinking?

Oh, yes. She was clear about that, sir.

Well, then there's an end of it.

What more is to be said?

Perhaps, Inspector, when a man has
special powers and special knowledge

Sherlock Holmes, it rather encourages
him to seek a complex explanation when a

simpler one is at hand.

You will let us know when Randall is
arrested.

Poor Holmes, you must feel like an
abstruse and learned specialist calling

case of measles.

Annoying.

We must return.

Three glasses.

Watson, we have been dazzled out of
observation by that lady's beauty.

Beauty may be truth, but she does not
necessarily speak it.

There was port in each glass, but there
was only crusting in one glass. The last

glass filled is the one most likely to
contain the crusting. I agree if the

pouring had approached the bottom of the
bottle, but the bottle was half full

and it had been agitated.

The crusting was present throughout the
port.

Well, what then do you suppose?

That only two glasses were used and that
the dregs of both were poured into a

third so as to give the false impression
that three people were there.

I understand.

If I'm right, Walton, then in an
instant...

This case rises from the commonplace to
the exceedingly remarkable.

That will be the Kentish train.

What will? That will.

How on earth did you hear it?

I heard nothing, Watson.

I observed.

Calitory thought after such a misplanned
morning.

Lady Brackenstall and her maid must have
some very good reason for shielding the

real criminal.

Well, Watson, we shall just have to
construct our case for ourselves without

them.

It appears Inspector Hopkins has gone to
report to headquarters.

Splendid. Then we can take possession.

How many frustrated episodes for the
laboring men here could one reconstruct

from this mechanical cemetery?

Watson.

Not entirely mechanical, it seems.

requiescat in pace.

I imagine it's a pet's grave.

It has been smashed, mended, and smashed
again with deliberate force.

My story tells of the immediate power.

The remnant of a dark colour.

Fudge.

Hey, you!

Has any servant been dismissed from the
house of the last month?

No, sir.

There is, as I thought.

Fudge.

Lady Brackenstall's pet dog, let it
imagine, died.

It may not be too fanciful to suggest
that their poor unfortunate creature was

literally killed.

Killed? For what reason?

Reason I suggest hardly entered into it.
It was done in a fit of insane rage.

By whom?

By a drunken, sadistic ruffian.

One of the murderers? No, Watson.

The lady's husband.

The last of the Brackenstalls.

Brackenstall? He considered it.

No one but a member of the household
could vandalize a gravestone in a

place.

Why should Brackenstall entertain such
an obsession about a pet animal that he

will forbid any remembrance of it? You
saw the marks, of course, on the lady's

arm. Yes, I was surprised that they did
not interest you more. There were stab

wounds made by a long needle or a hat
pin. This lady has been living in fear

of her physical safety.

We have got our case.

How nearly have I made the blunder of a
lifetime?

But now the chain is almost complete.

You've got your men.

Man, Watson.

Man.

Only one.

What a remarkable person.

Strong as a lion, active as a squirrel,
decaturous with his fingers, and finally

remarkably quick -witted.

Ah, Lady Brackenstall.

I do not wish to cause you any
unnecessary trouble. My one desire is to

things easier for you.

I am convinced that you are a much
-tried woman.

If you will trust me and treat me as a
friend, you may find that I will justify

that trust.

What do you want me to do? To tell me
the truth.

Mr Holmes! No, no, no, no, not these.
Lady Brackenstall.

It is of no use.

You may have heard of any little
reputation that I may possess. I will

all on the fact that your story is a
complete fabrication.

You're an impudent fellow.

You try to say that my mistress has told
a lie?

Have you nothing to tell me? I have told
you everything.

Now think just once more, Lady
Brackenstall.

Wouldn't it be better to be frank?

I have told you all I know.

I am sorry.

The bell rope gave us a clue which
should have left us in no doubt. How was

that? If you were to pull down a bell
rope, Watson, where would you expect it

break? Surely at the top, where it is
attached to the wire.

Not three inches from the top. But the
rope was frayed. The rope which found

Lady Bracken's stall was frayed. He was
cunning enough to do that with his

knife. But the other end was not.

If you had stood on the mantelpiece as I
did, you'd have seen that it was cut

through.

Stop! Please, driver.

That log has not moved since early this
morning.

Well, perhaps it snagged on something.

Or

anchored.

See that Inspector Hopkins gets this on
his return, will you?

Chiseled her, Jason.

Where to now, Holmes?

The shipping office of the Southern
Cross Line.

Yes, yes, of course.

The Southern Cross Line is the principal
passenger carrier between Adelaide and

London.

Ah, I see.

In May of that year, Only one of us
reached the home port.

Our flagship, the Rock of Gibraltar.

I'll have the passenger list sent up.

How on earth did the boat know?

Ah, here we are.

Miss Mary Fraser of Adelaide. First
class.

accompanied by her maid. Where is the
Rock of Gibraltar now?

At noon today.

She was steaming west through the
Arabian Gulf, Mr. Holmes, heading for

hope.

Is it your policy to transfer officers
much between ship and ship?

No, not at all.

It is our policy not to.

Ah.

I have you, Mr. Holmes.

You are asking the whereabouts of a
member of the crew of the Rock who has

seen very recently, but not on the ship.

Mr. Viviani, your perspicacity
astonishes me.

I assure you, it is only through study
of the good doctor's masterly exposition

of your work that I now have any small
capacity to reason.

Really? You amaze me.

Watson, are you taking notes?

Also...

You will be pleased to hear that I know
exactly who the officer is.

Ah, excellent.

Mrs. Burbage.

Excellent.

Yes, gentlemen.

The only officer from that voyage of the
rock who is not aboard her now is Jack

Crocker, a magnificent chap.

Am I not correct, Mrs. Burbage?

Crocker has the defect.

Delightful fellow.

Handsome as a prince.

The crew worship him.

We've promoted him captain of our new
vessel, the Bass Rock.

No tea for me, please.

Which is just fitting out.

He's the youngest captain we'll have.

But he'll be the best.

Not an officer in the fleet to touch
him.

He is hot -headed.

and excitable, but loyal, honest, and
kind -hearted.

Sometimes in this life, you meet people
who are what you might call large

-souled, who are a privilege to know.

Crocker is one of those.

Once or twice in my career.

I feel I've done more real harm by my
discovery of the criminal than ever he

done by his crime.

But I've learned a lesson.

And I'd rather play tricks with the Lord
than my own conscience.

I've got your telegram. I've come at the
hour you said.

I heard you've been down to the office.

There's no getting away from you, is
there?

Speak up, man. You can't stand there and
play cat and mouse with me.

What do you know?

Give me a cigar, Watson.

Please.

Bite on that, Captain Crocker.

And try not to let your nerves run away
with you.

I should not sit here smoking with you
if I thought you were a common criminal.

Tell me, what did you use to secure the
silver to the

floating log?

I guess it was fishing gut from the gun
room, but I was not present at its

recovery. Am I right?

What do you want?

Justice.

For whom?

No, we are not partisan.

We just want to see justice done, that
is all.

Very well.

Was it fishing gut?

No, tarp twine.

It was a throwback to my days before the
mast as a youngster.

Even now I always carry a silver coin, a
length of twine... And a multi -segment

knife.

How the devil do you know that?

Who are you?

Now.

Give me a true account of everything
that happened at the Abbey Grange last

night. Be frank with me and we may do
some good.

Play tricks with me and I'll crush you.

Oh, Johnson.

One thing I'll say first. I regret
nothing, I fear nothing, and I'd do it

again if I had to be proud of the job.
Damn the man.

But that's my side of things, only my
side.

When I think of Mary, sweet Mary Fraser,
when I think of getting her into this

bloody business, that turns my throat to
water.

I met her when I was first officer on my
last ship.

I need air, Mr. Crocker.

I've never danced so much in my life.

You danced as if you were born to, Miss
Fraser.

Neither born nor bred, I assure you, Mr.
Crocker.

Led to it, I think, by a better dancer
than I am.

She treated me as fairly as ever a woman
treated a man.

We were never engaged.

I've no complaint.

But it was all love on my side.

And all good comradeship and friendship
on hers.

When we parted, she was a free woman.

But I could never again be a free man.

Next time I came back from the sea, I
read of her marriage.

It seemed to be the sort of thing she
was made for. I didn't grieve.

I felt it to be right.

So I never thought to see her again.

The last voyage I was promoted in, the
new boat was not yet launched, so I had

to wait for a couple of months with my
people in Kent.

I knew now where she was, but stayed
away.

Then I met Teresa Wright one day.

She told me all about her, about the
marriage, about the man's drunken

about everything.

Do you know this noble baronet burnt her
pet dog and threatened as much to her?

I tell you, gentlemen, it nearly drove
me mad.

I didn't meet Mary.

And I met her again.

At last.

She would meet me no more.

I was then given notice that I had to
leave on my voyage within a week.

You're mad.

How could you come here?

I'm to go away, Mary.

I've been given a ship.

To go and not to say farewell.

I thought I might never see you again.

You're going away.

I do not relish it.

You will make a fine captain.

You must not let anything spoil such an
opportunity.

I fear for you.

You can do nothing.

Aye, that it is which hurts most, I
think.

I believe I should have gone mad these
past few weeks.

If... Mary?

I have not been to the thought of you.

My friend.

Aye.

Friend will do, Mary.

It is a measure of my love for you. It's
so strong, it will live on crumbs.

Friend will do. Jack, don't make me say
it.

It won't make us any happier.

You know you do.

Then I shall go a happier man than when
I came.

God bless you, sweet Mary Grace.

That's enough for me.

Must not stay, Jack.

For my sake.

At last I have a man that will trade.

Here's a key to your damn modern day.

You have a profession, madam.

A damn whore.

A gutter queen.

A filthy jade.

Yes, sir.

Come, sir.

Stand you there, sir, over the body of
your bloody...

Thank you now, Doctor.

Oh, what happened?

I killed him.

Are you certain?

I know. I felt it.

Listen to your old Teresa.

You were marked with a blow that could
have killed you. That shall be your

salvation.

Teresa was as cool as ice. It was her
plot as much as mine.

We must make appear the burglars have
done the thing.

Teresa kept on repeating our story to
her mistress whilst I swarmed up and cut

the rope of the bell.

I then lashed her in her chair, frayed
out the end of the rope to make it look

natural.

The silver, will you know about that?

I do. And the third glass of port to tie
in with the randles? Yes.

And we dropped the candlestick by where
Mary fell for the wax would splash, you

know.

I never thought the police could have
seen through our dodge.

When I knew that savage fiend was dead
and she was free of him, I reckon I'd

done the best night's work of my life. I
still do, even if I swing for it.

What is the truth?

The whole truth, sir.

Oh, dear God!

Yes.

Yes, you have told me the truth.

And if the lady's maid had been less
abstemious and had accepted your glass

port, your ingenuity might have fooled
me, as you have certainly fooled the

police.

What put you onto me?

How on earth did you find me?

No one could have got up to that bell
rope but an acrobat or a sailor.

No one but a sailor could have made the
knot with which the cause was fastened

to the chair.

It was evident that the lady was
shielding someone. To do so under such

circumstances meant that she must love.

Was not too wild a leap of the
imagination to connect her with an

ship which brought her to this country?

Crocker.

You are expecting a visitor?

I am.

Dearest, this gentleman knows
everything.

There's no hiding from him.

I know.

His telegram brought me here.

What do you intend, Mr. Holmes?

Well, Captain Crocker, this is a very
serious matter.

Yet I feel sure that on the basis of the
story which you have told us here

tonight, the British court of law will
understand that you acted in defense of

your own life. That...

however, is for a jury to decide.

Meanwhile, I have so much sympathy for
you that if you choose to disappear

within the next 24 hours, I promise no
one will hinder you.

Then it'll all come out.

Certainly it will come out.

What sort of proposal is that?

Mary be left to face the music held as
an accomplice, maybe.

No, sir, it will not do.

Jack, you must... go.

I shall not.

Calm yourself, Captain.

I was only testing you.

Watson, this fellow rings true every
time.

It is a great responsibility that I take
upon myself, but we will do it in due

form of law.

Crocker, you are the prisoner.

Watson, you are a British jury.

And I never met.

Any man more eminently fitted to
represent one.

Now, gentle man.

You have heard the evidence. Do you find
the prisoner guilty or not guilty? No,

not guilty.

Vox populi, Vox Dei. You are acquitted,
Captain Crocker.

No.

No, sir, it will not do. Captain.

What if the police arrest some other
poor devil? What then?

Then I will use all my powers to
persuade them of their mistake.

If they light on you, then that is
another matter.

However, I think that is unlikely. Come
back to this lady in a year's time.

And may her future and yours justify us
in the judgment that we have pronounced

this night. Oh, thank you.

Go.

Go.

Madam, I am intrigued. You gave such a
compelling account of a man's sad

addiction to drink, and yet it was not,
as we now know, a portrait of your

husband.

And it was such a clear description, I
wondered... My father.

Ah.

My poor father, Doctor.

He sent me away to England because of
it.

His self -management was the reason I
didn't fear the vice of my husband,

because I knew of it before we were
married.

How foolish I was.

Thank you, madam. I felt sure that your
story was true to reality.

Good luck to you.

It's almost as though you didn't approve
of the happiness we have fostered this

day. Oh, no, I approve of that, of
course I do.

I'm uneasy that you took upon yourself
the duties of... advocate and judge.

You are too bound by forms.

Forms are society, Holmes.

Manners maketh man, Holmes.

It's just as well you are unique.