All language subtitles for Priklyucheniya_Sherloka_Kholmsa_i_doktora_Vatsona_Ohota_na_tigra_[ver2]_1Cd_Eng_1980

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USSR GOSTELERADIO

LENFILM studio

Creative Association of
TV Films

The great detective
Sherlock Holmes

disappears in the abyss
of the Reichenbach Falls,

accomplishing the main
cause of his life -

exposing the criminal gang
of professor Moriarty.

Doctor Watson learns about
the will of his friend:

To finish off, what has
started as

THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK
HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON

PART THREE

TIGER HUNT

Based on stories by
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

Starring:

Vassily LIVANOV

Vitaly SOLOMIN

Rina ZELENAYA

Cast:

Borislav Brondukov
Igor Dmitriev

Victor Evgrafov
Alexander Zakharov

Alexei Kozhevnikov
Boris Klyuev

Nikolai Kryukov
Anatoly Podshivalov

I. Kraslavskaya
E. Kharkevich

A. Zakharov
V. Smolyakov

and others.

"Dear Watson!

I write these lines
to you

thanks to the kindness
of Mister Moriarty,

who is waiting for me to
settle the argument,

regarding us both.

It makes me happy to think
that I can deliver society

from all the inconveniences
cause by this man.

But I'm afraid that will be
accomplished at a cost, that

will disappoint my friends and
especially you, my dear Watson.

However I've already said,

that my life has reached
its highest peak,

and I couldn't wish of a better
death for myself.

Prior to leaving England I've
written down all instructions

regarding my property
and possessions..."

No! Never!

I will never rent this
apartment to anyone.

Let all the things stay
where they are.

This place will be the
museum Of a great man.

"Will you please give

my warmest regards to our
kindest Mrs. Hudson..."

Every time you read these
lines to me,

it breaks my heart.

"And don't forget about
poor Ronald Adair.

Yours truly.
Sherlock Holmes."

Mrs. Hudson.

Sooner or later we will
have to enter his room.

But we don't have the
relevant instructions.

I think Mr. Holmes probably
forgot to give them.

- Forgot?
- Well, maybe not...

More likely he had no time
for that.

The assignment that Holmes
gave me in his last letter

forces me to enter his room.

What do you say to that,
Mrs. Hudson?

I think, most likely poor
Mr. Holmes didn't have a chance

to give you written
permission.

34, Red, Evens.

Please,

Make your bets, gentlemen.

All bets made.

12, Black, Odd.

This will be our last
Rubber, gentlemen.

I'm afraid I have to go.

A very important dinner
appointment!

My mother has come home
from Australia.

Tonight we are receiving
Dr. Nikoten,

who will examine her.

6 of Spades.

It's very important to treat the
doctor to a good turtle soup.

We will be having asparagus
consomme.

The doctor is a Frenchman?

Then for the second course it
will be a horseflesh steak?

Wrong. Wild duck.

- 6 of Clubs.
- Pass.

Pass.

Mind your teeth, you may bite
on small shot.

Or worse, a bullet!

Make your bets,
gentlemen.

Make your bets.

All bets placed.

Zero!

I lost, gentlemen.

A revenge?

Winnings corrupt the soul.

Besides, I'm in a hurry.

Think of it as your
dinner

becoming more expensive
by 5 pounds.

A good doctor is worth it.

All the best, gentlemen.

Pardon me, sir.

The Colonel asked to remind
you once again,

that you owe him 420 pounds.

Tell the Colonel,

that I have returned the money
to the gentlemen who lost,

because it was not fair play.

That's impossible.

The Colonel has moved to the
continent.

Write to him yourself.
There's the address.

But it'd be best for you...

if you took my advice

and wired the money.

If you don't stop your
pressure,

I, as Board member, shall
raise the question

of his expulsion from
the club,

and then inform the press
that not only is he a cheat,

but also a blackmailer.

Take my advice!

Good evening, doctor
Watson.

What's this masquerade
all about?

Italian Padre with a red
English moustache!

I'd say that's something
fresh!

Mr. Murray, have you seen
sir Ronald?

Our young friend has just left.

Oh, but you didn't answer me!

Cab!

- Take me to 427 Park Lane,
fast! - As you say, father.

Whoa, old mate Meadows!

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Judy.

- Is Mrs. Minus in? - Your
mother is in the dining room.

And miss Adair?

They're all there.
The guests are arriving.

- What about Dr. Nikoten?
- He's not here yet.

We were faster than
the wind, father.

Let's get out of here,
Meadows!

Good evening, doctor.
We've been expecting you.

How may I help you, sir?

I'd like to know if sir Ronald
Adair is at home please?

Yes, he is.
Please come in.

Thank you, but I'll drop
by some other time.

There's smoke in the room from
the fire-place. Open the window.

Don't catch cold.

Has anyone asked for me,
Mrs. Hudson?

Only your old patient
with rheumatism.

He said he will come back
tomorrow.

- Anyone else?
- No one.

Are you expecting anyone,
Dr. Watson?

No.

- What are we having for lunch,
Mrs. Hudson? - Your favorite.

- Lamb saddle, I presume?
- Your guess is correct.

And rhubarb soup.

Splendid, Mrs. Hudson.

Ronald! Son!
Dinner's ready.

Ronald! Everyone's
waiting for you.

Judy!

Are you sure, sir Ronald
is in his room?

He was there just a
moment ago.

Look around the house.

He's nowhere around.

Ronald! Open the door!

Where's Virgil?

Virgil!

Try to unlock it.

- Oh, my god!
- Calm down, m'lady.

I never thought that after the
death of Sherlock Holmes

I would ever visit this
house again.

Hello, Inspector.

What happened?

Doctor Watson, I would kindly
ask you to get dressed.

- The matter is urgent.
- Would you care to explain?

A month ago, when we met at
The Lowther Arcade

you hinted that Sir Ronald's
life was in danger.

What's with Adair?

He's dead.

He was shot, and I've come here
for some explanations.

Gregson, go get Mr. Murray.

Do you remember this
gentleman,

who talked to you at
the club Bagatelle?

Yes. It is Dr. Watson.

What was he asking you about?

I was looking for Count
Ronald Adair.

That's right, I was
looking for him.

But I didn't find him.

Of which I regret
deeply now.

Thank you, Mr. Murray.

Dr. Watson, it's a good thing
you don't deny that.

It's equally good that you,
Inspector,

don't deny the fact

that a month ago I already
warned you about the danger

that threatened Sir
Ronald!

- That was a false maneuver!
- False?

One moment!

On the very day when you and
Holmes left for the continent,

I got in touch with Colonel
Moran and found out,

that all your hints were
groundless!

You told Moran about what
I said?

You know very well, doctor,

that crime prevention is
our sacred cause.

I deny any participation of
Moran in this case because...

Because right now he is on a
journey across Africa.

But there is one more peculiar
circumstance, doctor.

You recognize him?

He's the man.

This is yours, father.

Inspector!

As the suspect in this
case,

I'd like to see the scene
of the crime.

How was he murdered?

He was shot with a gun.

Here's the bullet.

It went right through.

9 caliber.

In cases like this one my
friend Sherlock Holmes...

Forget about Holmes!

We'll solve this case
without him.

To my deep regret, we will have
to do without him this time.

My friend Sherlock Holmes
would say:

Look for the motive.

Tell me, if you please,

why did the young man have to
lock the door on the inside?

That means it must have been
the murderer!

But then, how did the
killer leave the room?

Through the window?

There are no tracks on the
windowsill and under the window.

I've checked.

Most likely, Adair himself
locked the door.

After the murderer had left.

Wait a minute.

How could he have locked
the door, when he was dead?

Supposing he fired the shot
through the window.

But the distance is much
too long.

I've checked.

He was hanging in the air.
He had wings.

And the main thing that
puzzles me,

is that no one in the street
and inside the house

has heard the shot!

It can't be that they're all
deaf, can it?

And that makes you conclude
that I am the murderer?

I locked the door
on the inside,

I shot at him, hanging
in mid air.

I don't insist on that.

But you were the last person
to have seen Adair.

And you were the first to
mention his name to me.

I exclude the possibility
of a suicide.

The gun was not found.

Adair lived a cloudless life.

He had no enemies!

- Except for one!
- Exactly.

Dear doctor Watson!

Perhaps you would care to tell
us who that is?

If I remember correctly,
the description of one of

the murderers of Milverton
strongly resembled yours.

What is that?

Have a look.

That's a roster of Adair's
card debts.

Some time ago I told you the
name of the man,

who could...

Moran? That's out of
the question!

He is in Africa. And I checked
that too.

Tell me, why the masquerade
with the soutane?

That has nothing to do
with this.

I have all the grounds
to arrest you.

But in view of our long
relationship,

I will make a concession.

I ask you not to leave London
until this case is solved.

- My books!
- I'm sorry.

- Leave it, get away!
- As you wish.

It won't be the same without
Holmes!

Those lanky idiots would never
have dared to

barge into a private home in
the middle of the night!

You mustn't lose heart,
doctor Watson.

Think of your friend,
read his letter once again.

I can't.

How can I read his letter,

if I failed to implement his
last orders?

I've destroyed Adair and
gotten myself into trouble.

Oh, Mrs. Hudson!

I'll go make you
some coffee.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

I can see, you are not very
happy with my coming here.

- How did you get here?
- The door wasn't locked, sir.

Strange.

I followed you here.

I wanted to thank you.

Believe me, I am a very
grateful man,

and I thank you for
helping me.

That was nothing really.

Sir, allow me to offer you
some books.

"The Holy War".

"Birds of Great Britain"
in 3 volumes.

Good day.

- Your coffee, doctor.
- Thank you.

Hello, Watson!

Hello, my friend!

I'm alive! Get up,
my friend.

Holmes, they want to
arrest me.

I know. I read this
morning's "Times".

You are the prime suspect.

My dear Mrs. Hudson!

It's me. I'm alive.

Alive!

Alive!

You're not a ghost.

It really is you.

Where have you been
so long?

My god!

It was a long time!

We missed you terribly!

Come on, Holmes!

Stop it!

Let's be happy today!

I am happy.

Forgive me, my friends.

I came to London a month ago.
I stayed with Mycroft.

But the circumstances
didn't allow me...

Shoo!

I can see, things haven't
changed much!

I still don't believe
my eyes.

Well, tell us!

Tell us everything, or we will
both go out of our minds.

Forgive me, my dear Watson.

And you, Mrs. Hudson.

Several times I was on the verge
of writing to you

but each time I restrained
myself.

I was afraid that your
affection for me

might cause a blunder
on your part.

Something that would
give me away.

But this bandit saw you,
Mr. Holmes.

Very well!

The death of poor Ronald
Adair

has hastened the fulfillment
of my plans.

We have serious work to
do tonight.

You too, Mrs. Hudson.

In that case I'll go and
cook a festive dinner.

Oh, no-no!

We will have the festive
dinner tomorrow night.

And tonight you must do exactly
what my brother Mycroft says.

And you, Watson,

have to go to inspector Lestrade
right away and tell him,

that you possess fresh evidence
regarding the case.

He will ask you:
What kind of evidence?

Answer him,

that he has to send a police
detail to Baker Street.

Those have to be
senior officers.

No! Better - people from
Scotland Yard!

They have to disperse around
the neighborhood,

so that it would not
be too obvious.

The signal will be a
police whistle.

- What is the plan?
- Later.

After the visit to Lestrade
you dine somewhere in Soho,

spend a few hours at
the National Gallery,

then have a cup of tea on
Regent Street, and at 7

I'll be waiting for you on the
corner of Cavendish Square.

Got it.

But please don't disguise
yourself as Padre.

The soutane doesn't
become you.

Would the gentleman
care for a ride?

Unpleasant weather,
isn't it, sir?

I should have gotten used
to your masquerades,

but every time you trick
me like a child.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

- Baker St!
- Yes.

We're in Camden's house, across
the street from our own house.

I'll leave you for a second,
have to check the front door.

Ingenious, isn't it?

What is it?

A work of art.

Performed by sculptor
Menier from Grenoble.

It took him 2 weeks to
make this wax figure.

What for?

So they would think that I'm
at home. Whereas I'm here.

Have you forgotten they're
watching our house?

Who is?

A charming bunch, whose

leader's body is resting at the
bottom of the Reichenbach Falls.

Look!

- He's alive.
- Naturally.

Now crawl closer and
grab the stick.

I'm doing my best, sir.

But be careful.

They shouldn't see you from
outside the window.

- Like this, sir?
- That's right.

And now, Mrs. Hudson, try to
move his right arm.

- Holmes! You need help?
- I'd appreciate that.

What's going on, doctor?

- Would you care to explain?
- Hi there, Lestrade.

But...

- Mr. Holmes?
- At your service.

I'm glad to see you back
in London.

I thought you might need
a bit of help here.

There has to be an
explanation.

Everyone thinks you are
among the dead,

but as I can see, that
is total nonsense.

Three unsolved murder cases
in one year is a bit too much.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

I... Still I'll manage
myself.

Allow me to introduce

Colonel Sebastian Moran,

a retired officer of Her
Majesty's colonial troops

and the best tiger hunter
in all our Eastern colonies.

Artful devil!

You have surprised me,
Colonel Moran.

How could you be tricked by
such a primitive ruse?

How many times did you
have to tie a goat

to a tree and wait for the
tiger to come and get the bait?

Whether you do have grounds
for my arrest or not,

I refuse to tolerate
humiliation.

If I am in the hands
of the law,

let events take their
legal turn.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, that
is only just.

Very well, gentlemen.
Mister Holmes!

Don't forget to take
the gun, Lestrade.

Its an air-gun.

It's silent and amazingly
powerful.

With this gun Colonel Moran

shot poor Ronald Adair.

From the second-floor window
of house 427 on Park Lane.

And, mind you, the gun
shoots with revolver bullets.

See for yourself.

I knew the German, Von Heubber,
a blind mechanical engineer,

who made this weapon to
the order of Moriarty.

But I see it for the
first time.

By the way, what charges do you
intend to bring against him?

Attempted murder.

Oh no, I wouldn't want

my name to be mentioned in
connection with this case.

And the name of doctor Watson
too, for that matter.

You suspected him of the
murder of poor Ronald Adair.

It's a good thing you finally
solved this most dangerous crime

A most dangerous one!
Congratulations, Lestrade!

Congratulations, Inspector!

Let's go, Watson.

Ruined a good thing.
That was a splendid portrait!

The nerves of the old hunter
are still strong,

and the eye as sure
as ever.

Busted my brains out.

He was the most skillful hunter
in the Indian jungle!

Colonel Moran!

A soft revolver bullet.

Look at this, Watson.

Who would think that this
bullet was fired from

a silent air-gun?

Yes, I saw one just
like that.

I'm still waiting to hear the
story of your miraculous

resurrection and of how you
traced Moran.

It's precisely because of Moran
that I couldn't resurrect

sooner. He and Moriarty followed
us to Switzerland.

This tragic spectacle was very
well thought out.

Every actor appeared on the
stage at the right moment.

When you left for the
hotel, my friend,

I no longer doubted, that
the letter was a trap

and that in a matter
of minutes

my opponent professor Moriarty
would show himself.

I decided to examine the
place of the possible duel,

and found that right below the
precipice there was a ledge

big enough to hold only one
person.

I'd told you about Moriarty's
love for cheap effects.

I was fairly sure he wasn't
going to shoot me from around

the corner, but will go for
a dramatic spectacle.

Moriarty was an expert
in Boritsu wrestling,

and my chances of winning would
have been practically nil,

if I hadn't at one time
mastered it myself.

I'm at your service,
Professor!

Before we start sorting out
matters between us,

I'd like you to give me a minute
to write a note to my friends.

For neither of us knows the
outcome of this encounter.

We don't have much time,
but very well.

I saw proof of my
suppositions.

In Moriarty's eyes I read

the inexorable determination
to do away with me.

However I appreciated his
noble gesture.

He was kind enough to

write the note that you
later read.

How did you know I read it?

I saw it with my own eyes.

- You saw it?
- Yes, at the Falls.

But all in due time.

Moriarty was dragging me

to the edge of the rumbling
abyss.

He was ready to die, if
only I would die with him.

But that was not something
I had in my plans.

Suddenly I realized that It was
too soon of me to think him

noble. The professor
was not alone.

A gunman appeared from
behind the cliff.

I had to stick close
to Moriarty,

to avoid being shot.

I knew that as long as the two
of us hold together,

he wasn't going to fire
the shot.

To make him believe
that I fell,

I had to sacrifice my
one hand.

Later it required serious
medical attention.

But the other was unharmed.

This way I already knew one
of Moriarty's confederates.

My death at that point was
not a good idea.

But then again it was too
dangerous to resurrect too soon.

If at least one of Moriarty's
gang-member was at large,

who could guarantee, there
were not more,

and that one of them wouldn't
see me alive.

I had to sit out in
the canyon

and see the anguish of
Steiler Junior

and your tears, my dear
friend.

It didn't make sense to
go to the police.

I had no witnesses.

I couldn't kill him according
to the law of vengeance!

Besides, you already know,
my friend,

that we are not too good
at being criminals.

All I could do was wait.

I watched Moran closely,

sure that his criminal nature
would eventually find its way.

The murder of Ronald Adair
was the signal for me.

It was my fault.

No, Watson, we are
both to blame.

Every decent sleuth,

no, every decent man

must have a feeling of
guilt

every time a criminal succeeds
in his evil undertakings.

This feeling of guilt must
give us new strength

to fight this evil.

That is why I'm here,

and you are with me,
my friend.

You know, Mrs. Hudson wanted
to make this place your museum.

A museum?

It's too early for that.

You know how big my
card-index is?

We have only finished
with "M". What's next?

- The letter "N".
- The most mysterious letter.

Lady "Not known"!

Mister Holmes!
There's a lady to see you!

Screenplay:
Vladimir Valutsky

Director:
Igor Maslennikov

D.O.P.:
Yuri Veksler

Anatoly Lapshov

Production designer:
Mark Kaplan

Music by:
Vladimir Dashkevich