All language subtitles for S01E01 - Acquaintance_track4_[eng]

At the end of the past century,

when there were no planes
to chase the criminals,

no helicopters to spot them,

not even radio
to announce their features -

one man lived in London and
successfully managed without all of this -

the great detective
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

He lived 221-B, Baker-street.

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR
WATSON

PART ONE

INTRODUCTION

Based on the book of stories
by A. Conan Doyle

Starring

Sherlock Holmes -
Vastly Livanov

Doctor Watson -
Vitaly Solomin

Mrs. Hadson -
Rina Zelenaya

Also starring

Maria Solomina, Gennady
Bogachev, Feodor Odinokov

But I warn you, Watson,
He is extremely ill-tempered.

- I'd say, he's unbearable.
- How's that?

He is a bit on the weird side.

He has strange habits.

He's unsociable.

Very well. I don't like to
socialize much myself.

It's here.

- You still want to go through
with it? - I have no choice.

- Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes in?
- Come in. He's upstairs.

- After you.
- Good day.

Good day.

I found it

- What?
- The formula.

I found a reagent, that falls
out only with haemoglobin.

Allow me to introduce Doctor
Watson. Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Just recently from the East?

- How did you know?
- That's nothing.

Do you realize the importance
of my discovery, Doctor?

It is an interesting experiment.
But what practical use?

My god!

It is by all means practical.
Don't you understand

what tremendous opportunities it
opens before forensic medicine?

- Give me your finger.
- No!

Just one drop of blood.

You see, the water looks
practically transparent.

The ratio of blood is
insignificant. One to a million.

Now...

What do you say?

And now,

imagine that the suspect's
clothes are stained with one

tiny brownish spot.

What is it? Blood? Rust?
Fruit juice? Paint?

Not one expert would dare to
say it definitely.

Whereas with my reagent you
can tell in a matter of seconds.

True. I take my words back.

Very interesting, but Watson's
here for a different matter.

- You say the rent is too high
for you. - Far too high.

And as you guessed, Watson has
just come back from the East.

He's looking for an apartment in
London, not too expensive.

- We could split the rent.
- If you still want a companion.

If that suits Mr. Watson...

There are 2 separate bedrooms
and one sitting-room.

Of course you'll get rid of
all this.

Well, I find that the place is
rather cozy.

I find It suitable, and I could
move in already tomorrow.

That's splendid.

I can understand you,
Mr. Watson.

You got to know Mrs. Hudson.
Sweet old lady,

minds her own business,
but I am not like that.

- First of all, I smoke.
- Me too.

- Second, I play the violin.
- Unfortunately I don't,

but I like to listen to good
music.

Third, I practice chemical
experiments.

You're in your right, the more
so that they are successful.

Fourth, I receive quite a
number of visitors.

But no one will come to visit
me, except maybe Mr. Stanford.

Therefore the overall number of
visitors shouldn't be too high.

And then again, Mr. Holmes,

I boast of the same virtue as
your landlady -

I mind my own business.

And I like to stick my nose
into other people's business.

Did you shoot him?

Yes, It was a lucky chance.

Even though I'm not a bad
shot.

- Oh, Mr. Holmes...
- Yes?

How could you tell I came back
from Eastern colonies?

Sheer logic.

Stanford introduced you as
a doctor.

But you have a military bearing.
So, a military doctor.

You have difficulty moving your
left arm. You were wounded..

All I had to remember was
where the British fought last.

In the East.

Quite simple in deed.

- Mr. Watson.
- Yes?

Is this a novel?

Yes.

- You like reading novels?
- You don't?

But that is Dickens.

I never read them and don't
intend to. I don't like fiction.

What about history and
philosophy?

History, philosophy...
Never was into that either.

What about Aristotle?
Joan of Arc? Kopernik?

Kopernik? That name sounds
familiar. What's he famous for?

My god.

He discovered that the Earth
revolves around the Sun.

Or perhaps you're ignorant
of that fact also?

My eyes tell me that rather the
Sun revolves around the Earth.

Then again maybe he is right,
this... What's his name?

If I may ask, Holmes.
You are a man of acute mind,

I can tell right away.

You are an expert in
chemistry.

How is it that you don't know
things known to any schoolboy?

I knew them when [ was a
schoolboy, but then forgot.

You brag of your own
ignorance?

Could you tell dirt
from Regent St. from

dirt from Picadilly?

Or ashes of a Hawaiian cigar
from that of a Manilla cigar?

Can you say what it says in
Paragraph 3

of the British Penitentiary
Code?

But I'm speaking of elementary
things, familiar to everyone.

I'm not "everyone", Watson. The
human brain is like an attic,

that you can stuff with anything
you want, which is what fools do

when they drag everything useful
and useless over there.

Until finally there's no place
for the most useful thing,

or else it is put away so far in
the back, you can't take it out.

This is not what I do.

I keep only the most useful
tools up my attic.

They're many, all kept in ideal
order, always handy.

- No useless junk. - You call
Kopernik's teaching useless junk?

All right, supposing the Earth
revolves around the Sun.

What...

What do you mean, supposing?

The Earth revolves around
the Sun.

But I can find no use for that
in my line of work.

How awful it would be to live
in a world,

where you couldn't talk to
anyone about poetry,

about art,

or politics.

Where everyone knows only what
he has to know for his business.

Watson.

I'm sorry.

Mister Watson.

Watson, I can cheer you up. The
thing is that people like me...

are few in the world. It could
be that I am the only one.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

- Let us in.
- What is it, gentlemen?

What's going on?

Where do you think you're
going, sir?

- Where?
- We want Mr. Holmes.

Watson, they've come to
see me.

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, sir.

You didn't wait for me.

Hunger beats male solidarity.

But that's all right.

I'll catch up with you, and then
we can play a game of chess.

You play chess?

What about your visitor?

Visitor? The old man?
He left.

- He left?
- That's right.

I didn't see him leave.

Mrs. Hudson.

Did you happen to see an old man
leave Mr. Holmes' room?

What old man?

Disgusting looking, dressed in
shabby rags.

No, I haven't. And,
Mr. Watson, I try...

not to notice who goes in there
and who goes out.

And I would advise you to do
the same.

Watson. Come on in, Watson.

Come in.

Say, Watson, did you ever meet

any of these charming gentlemen?

Put your power of observation
to a test.

Who are they?

My good acquaintances.

I don't know any of them.

After you.

I'm sure you will no longer
need my services.

Straight ahead, please, and
use this door.

You may rest assured, Your
Highness.

What is it you're eating there,
Watson?

Omelette! I hate omelette.
Put it aside and get dressed!

What for?

We're dining at the "Ferrari",
quail and "Chateau Rose".

Today I am wealthy.

Thank you, I'm full.

Mrs. Hudson.

Don't you find, that
Mr. Holmes...

is a somewhat mysterious
person?

No, I don't find that.

I don't find that. And I prefer
not to discuss him.

Me too.

Why are you whispering?

He's not at home.

What, you can't sleep, Watson?

I slept soundly.

But I was awakened by these
sounds.

But you said you loved music.

Music, yes.

But this... I thought someone
was having a fit.

Or a cat got trapped in a pipe.

Maybe you're right.

But it is one of my habits,
you see.

I like to think this way, and I
have something to think about.

You'd better think, that
its already

2 in the morning.

- What is this?
- An eye. A human eye.

Glass?

No, real.

It's thought that the pupil of
the eye of a murdered man

holds the image of the murderer
at the moment of the murder.

I carried out a few experiments
and I can say with a great

deal of certainty - absolute
crap.

Dear Watson, to cheer you up

I can play you something more
familiar to your ear.

He is very secretive.

Never talks about his past,
about his family.

Do you know what he does for
living?

No, even though we know each
other 3 years already.

- It didn't seem proper to pry.
- I agree.

That is why I decided to observe
him more attentively.

Yes? And what did your
observations lead to?

Wait.

Have patience.

I will tell you everything
in due time.

I noticed right away that he has
a very narrow sphere of interests.

He...

is not familiar with the most
simple things, but is an expert

in the Criminal Code and
chemistry.

Especially in part of poisons

and explosives.

He knows everything about
cold steel and fire arms.

- Is a fairly good shot.
- And he boxes.

Boxes?
Well, I can check that.

So, what are you saying?

I will say everything I want
to say.

He is receiving very odd
visitors. I saw women,

who left his room crying.

One disgusting looking old man
went in but didn't come out.

He disappeared in Holmes'
bedroom and never came out.

- So where did he go?
- I don't know.

Maybe he was hiding
from the police,

and Holmes helped him to
escape through the window.

- Maybe worse.
- You're not saying that Holmes

has criminal connections?

Tss! Look on your left,
only be careful.

Do it discretely.

- You see him?
- 50?

A man reading a newspaper.

It's not that simple.

There's a hole in his paper.

He's watching us through it.

Oh-oh, there's another one.

Where?

Over at the tree.

Staring at us.

Those must be his people.

Watson, this poor guy found the
paper it in a garbage bin.

That's why it's got a hole
in it.

He is waiting to pick up the
butt after you finish smoking.

I know, It's hard to believe.

I wouldn't want to believe
it myself.

There is much attractive about
Sherlock Holmes.

He's pleasant company.

I like him.

But facts speak against him.

This is what I found on the
dresser in the hall.

Master keys.

Still I can't believe that such
a man like Sherlock Holmes

would end up being a common
criminal.

Not a common one.

That's just it!
He's an unusual one.

I'm sure he doesn't commit
crimes himself.

He's the Mastermind.

The Brain of the criminal
world.

How can I help you, sir?

Watson, you've come right in
time. I couldn't find my keys.

There they are.

Thank you. I'm glad you found
them.

- Mister Holmes.
- Come in.

- Care to box with me?
- You serious?

You may regret it.

I was the champion of my
regiment.

It's time we had a serious talk,
Watson.

No doubt, you think that I
steal wallets,

Cut off watches from
gawks,

scare passers-by in dark
alleys...

You haven't forgotten about the
Doctor's arm, sir?

Poor observation. I am
not boxing with my left one.

- So our chances are even.
- Then I'll go bring sherry.

To begin with, you started to
hide your watch.

You used to leave it on the
fireplace, on the table,

on the sideboard.

Supposing you are afraid
of my visitors.

But that's not all.

You used to subscribe to the
"Times", now to "Daily News".

Why?

Because they publish
apartments-to-rent ads.

You want to change the
apartment.

And finally.

As of late you started to
lock your door.

You used to leave the key
sticking out on the outside.

This allows me to conclude,
that you are afraid.

And you are afraid of me.

At first I found it amusing.

On the one hand.

On the other, I understood that
we have to clear the matter.

I knew you had a gun hidden away
for our final conversation.

A "Webbly-Scott", 38. A military
gun, If I'm not mistaking.

Of course.

Accept my congratulations,
Watson.

Your deductions are correct.
But for the sign.

You should have put a plus
instead of a minus.

I am most closely connected
with the criminal world.

I am a private detective.

A detective.

- Of course! Of course.
- Please calm down.

- Mister Holmes.
- Here, drink this.

That's better.

Of course, I should have known!

You are a typical law-abiding
Englishman, Watson.

The British are conservative,
and we don't like changes.

Anyone who is not like us

in the ways of mind, is easily
taken for a rogue.

I should have guessed
the first day.

- The experiments with
haemoglobine. - Watson.

- People are not observant.
- Preoccupied with themselves.

True. But they know little about
themselves. Take you, Watson.

Can you say how many steps
there are in our staircase?

8.

- How many?
-7

10.

10. The first one squeaks, a
plank was replaced on the second.

Those are trifles. But trifles
are most important.

One tiny trifle leads to a chain

of logical deductions.

This is what my deduction
method is based on.

How does it look in reality?

I'll show you.

They find a cigarette butt near
the body of colonel Ashby.

And cigarettes of the same brand
in colonel Ashby's cigarette box

Who smoked the cigarette?

The colonel?

That's what the police thought.
I prove beyond any doubt,

that the colonel couldn't have
done that.

The colonel wore big luxuriant
moustache,

And the butt was very small.

He would have burned his
moustache.

Yes, yes, yes.

Then I examined the imprints of
teeth and a few other things

and named the murderer. It was
the colonel's nephew.

Amazing!

Why don't you go work for the
police?

Never. Let them come to me.

Which is exactly what they do
when they have a knotty case.

You mean you can solve a case

without leaving your room?

Possible. Not always though.
But I have an agents network.

Junkmen, house-maids,
street boys.

They provide me with the
necessary information.

And Holmes, what about that
disgusting looking old man?

You remember him?

The one who went into your room
and mysteriously disappeared.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Mr. Holmes, there's a young
lady to see you.

- Good day, young lady.
- Good day, sir.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.
Please come into the room.

My friend and assistant
Doctor Watson.

You can trust him and speak
freely in his presence.

You're trembling. Are you cold?

- It is not the cold, Mr.
Holmes. - What then?

- Fear. - There's nothing to
be afraid of.

I hope we will settle
everything.

You're just tired.

Got up early, took a long ride
in a cart along a bad road.

Then took a train.

How do you know?

The return ticket is sticking
from under your cuff.

The left sleeve of your jacket
is spattered with dirt.

The spots are fresh.

You must have sat to the left of
the driver in a two-wheeled cart

That's exactly the way it was.

Of course. Why should I be
surprised?

Mrs. Farintosh told me you were
a magician.

Mrs. Farintosh. Yes...

Case of the missing cousin.
Did she send you to me?

Yes. And she asked me to thank
you once again.

Help me, Mr. Holmes.
Help me, or I'll lose my mind.

Worst of all is that
no one believes me.

Everyone laughs at my fears.

Even my fiance says it's the
ravings of a madwoman.

Tell me everything from
the very beginning

I promise no one will laugh
at you here.

My name is Ellen Stoner.

I live in Sarray, in my
stepfather Roylott's mansion.

For a long time he was on army
service in India, but his career

ended in a most unfortunate
way.

I must say, he is a man with a
mad temperament

The whole family is like that.

Doctor Roylott beat up his
Hindu servant to death.

He spent some time in jail,
was to be executed,

but somehow escaped capital
punishment

and came back to England.
But he was broke.

Here he met my mother, a widow
with 2 little girls.

I had a sister, Mr. Holmes.

We were twins.

Mother married Roylott,
and we started living together.

Mother had some money, not
terribly much, but enough to

live fairly comfortably.

But I can't say we were happy.

The doctor was rude and
often lost his temper.

Mother was afraid to fondle us,
so as not to make him mad.

Then my mother died, and it
grew even worse.

Who did your mother bequeath
her assets to?

She left everything to Roylott,
but there was one condition.

As soon as we got married,
each of us was to get

a third of the money as
dowry.

Of course, we wanted to get
married.

If at least to get away from
that horrible house.

But no one came to visit us. The
neighbors were afraid of Roylott

and he didn't need any
company.

At last my sister Julia met
a nice man,

not very young, but pleasant.
And he proposed to her.

I was so happy for her!

But 3 days before the wedding
Julia died.

Miss Stoner.

Starting from that moment...

could you please be very
accurate in your recollections.

When exactly did it happen?

2 years ago, but I remember it
clearly as if it were yesterday.

That night I couldn't sleep,
I lay with a book in my hand.

I've come to say goodnight.

Goodnight, Julia.

I envy you so much.

In 3 days you will start
a new life.

And I am both happy and sad.
I hate to leave you here alone.

But don't worry, I'll
often come to visit.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Ellen, did you hear something
hissing at night?

- Hissing?
- Yes.

- Where? - I don't know.
Perhaps in the hallway,

or maybe outside, on the lawn.
A quiet subtle hiss.

I didn't hear anything, but you
know I sleep very soundly.

And I couldn't sleep all week.

I wake up - it's all dark and
quiet around.

And there's only that hissing
sound.

And knocking, you know,
very quiet and subtle,

like someone was asking to let
him in. Knock-knock-knock.

Oh, that's probably
nonsense.

Goodnight.

Miss Stoner, did you always
lock your door?

Yes, both Julia and me would
lock our doors every night.

Why?

Doctor Roylott brought a baboon
and a hyena from India.

A hyena and a baboon?

And he lets them out to walk
about the house at night.

(a woman's cry)

Julia. Julia, open the door.

Julia, open it!

Julia!

A motley...

Motley ribbon.

Oh, my god.

Forgive me for...

making you relive the painful
experience of that night.

What about your stepfather?

Awakened by the cry, he
rushed out of his bedroom,

listened to her heart, examined
her pupils. He's a doctor.

And said it was over.

How did he formulate the
cause of death?

Heart failure.

But I think she died of fear.

Someone scared her to death.
Remember, she whispered:

"The motley ribbon".

Where could she see a motley
ribbon?

I don't know. That could have
something to do with gypsies.

I didn't tell you, a gypsy camp
settled next to our mansion.

Interesting.

But I didn't tell you the most
important thing.

A month ago our neighbor
Mr. Harmitage proposed to me.

- We are to get married in
a week. - A week?

Yes, but 2 days ago they started
repairs at the mansion.

One wall in my room was
dismantled,

and for the time I had to move
into my sister's room.

At night I couldn't sleep. I
lay awake thinking about Julia.

Suddenly I heard a quiet
hissing sound.

And knocking. Knock-knock.

The next night that
happened again.

All night I sat up in bed with
with my bed lamp switched on.

And in the morning I took the
first train here, to see you.

Mr. Holmes, if you don't help me
something terrible will happen.

I'd very much like to comfort
you, Miss Stoner,

but I'm afraid you are faced
with a lethal threat.

I'd like to examine the house
and the room when Roylott's out.

- Can that be arranged?
- I think so.

Tomorrow he's visiting a notary.
He won't be in for 2 hours.

Too bad. It'd be better
not to delay until tomorrow.

But, well, tomorrow will do.

Don't go to sleep this night.
Look, listen and remember.

- What is the name of the
mansion? - Stock-Moron.

I shall be near by.
When Roylott leaves,

you'll give me a signal with
the candle. Like this.

- What do you say, Watson?
- You're the expert here.

But as a doctor

I would doubt the story of that
young lady.

She's clearly under tremendous
nervous pressure.

Is in visible agitation.

It could very well be her
fantasy.

The fruit of her sick
imagination.

Are you judging by her
look?

Not just that.

Remember the way she described
her stepfather?

To listen to her, he's an
absolute monster.

All her life she's been jealous
of him and her mother.

A common story.

Any psychologist would say:

Don't trust a husband who speaks
bad of his mother-in-law,

don't trust a stepson who speaks
bad of his stepmother.

Don't listen to all the terrible
things a stepdaughter tells you

about her stepfather.

- Let me through!
- You can't go in there.

- But I will!
- No!

- You have no right.
- Let me through!

- You can't...
- Get out of my way!

Old cow!

- Go away, bandit!
- Idiot.

Which one of you is Sherlock
Holmes?

I said, which one of you is
Sherlock Holmes?

I am Sherlock Holmes.

Doctor Grimsby Roylott.

My stepdaughter Ellen Stoner
has just been here.

- 50?
- What do you mean, so?

You don't think you can pull
any tricks on me, do you?

The old cow Farintosh gave
her your address.

What lies did she tell you
about me?

That's none of your business.

Listen here, young scoundrel!
I had to do with your kind.

Just stick your long nose in
my business,

and see what happens.

I'll make a roast-beef out
of you.

Listen, sir, I won't allow...

Shut your mouth!

This fool wants to teach me!

Another bloody sleuth.

Mind you, both of you:

Don't try and play any tricks
on me.

Now what do you say, my dear
psychologist?

You can't go there alone,
Holmes.

I'll go with you.

Very well.
And please take your gun.

The bastard. Broke into the
house, left footprints all over

the floor, ruined a good poker.

This case is very interesting
and very simple.

I call those a "one-pipe case".

Meaning?

While you smoke out one pipe,
you find the answer.

You mean to say, you already
know the answer?

There're a few details
missing but that's not the point

The main thing is to nail
down the murderer

and help the young lady.

Gentlemen. There's Stock-Moron.

Stop here.

Thank you, we'll walk from
here.

Thank you, sir.

Watch the window.

There's the signal.
Let's go, Watson.

I'm so glad you came,
Mr. Holmes.

No.

- That's your former bedroom?
- Yes.

Your stepfather is not pushing
with the repairs.

That's my sister's room.
Now I sleep here.

Anything new, Miss Stoner?

- Nothing.
- What's with your arm?

I didn't see that yesterday.
It must be your stepfather.

Yes.

He was very cross with me for
my coming to see you.

Mr. Holmes, keep away from
him, he is a terrible man.

What a bastard!

The shutters are strong
enough.

You can't open them from
the outside. Watson.

Have you ever seen such
a strange bed?

- Strange? - The legs are
screwed on to the floor.

What's this?

That's a string from a bell.

To summon the servants.

- Was it always there?
- No, Roylott put it there

some time before Julia died.

But we never used it, we did
everything ourselves.

If I understand correctly, that
is an air- hole.

Yes, it was also made about
that time.

We're through here, now let's go
to your stepfather's room.

- But it's locked.
- We'll try to unlock it then.

Miss Stoner, is there a cat
in the house?

No, no cat. Just the hyena
and the baboon.

We haven't seen your hyena,
but I doubt it's going to drink

from such a small saucer.

- Where's the baboon?
- Wandering about the house.

Very well, Watson.
Better than I expected.

I have to ask you a favor. It's
not quite something usual.

I'll do anything you say.

Me and Watson will spend the
night in your bedroom.

And what about me?

You'll stay with us.
It is necessary.

Very well.

When he comes in - and we
will hear him -

I'll put out the lights,
as if you'd gone to sleep.

Watson, you sit here.

Try not to fall asleep.
Your life depends on it.

Get your gun ready.

Whatever happens - stay quiet.

Don't be afraid, that's a night
moth. There's many of them.

Watson, did you see?
Did you see it?

(a man's cry)

Mr. Holmes, you saved more
than just my life.

You...

You delivered me from
constant terror.

I know It's a bit awkward to
talk about money,

but still, how much do I owe
you?

Miss Stoner, you owe me
and Mr. Watson

1 pound 6 shillings

for our fare

from London and back.

I discarded the version of
gypsies from the start.

Miss Stoner fell victim to
common prejudices.

People try to stay away from
gypsies out of fear for them.

They accuse them of all sorts of
things. Who robbed the church?

Who steals children?
The gypsies do.

But Mr. Roylott liked their
company. Why?

Who knows. Perhaps to make
his neighbors mad.

And maybe he fell in love with
a gypsy queen.

It's clear however that no one
except Roylott would benefit

from the death of the
poor sisters.

The next step was
the air-hole.

Have you ever seen a vent that
would lead not outside,

not to the attic, but to the
adjoining room. Then this

string that no one needed.

That's when you thought
about the snake?

Yes. Roylott's plan was very
well thought out.

The swamp viper is one of the
most venomous snakes in India.

Roylott lived in India
and he knew...

its venom could not be detected
by chemical analysis.

Its bite leaves 2 tiny spots.
Who'd notice them?

But what about that
mysterious hissing?

To hide the evidence Roylott
called the snake with a hiss,

to the place where the saucer
with milk stood.

But that's impossible. You
can tell you don't read much.

The latest experiments have
proved that snakes are deaf.

Oh yes? I didn't know that.

Roylott must have suspected
that,

that's why to make sure,
he knocked on the wall.

All deaf creatures are extremely
sensitive to vibration.

When I heard a rustling sound I
used my poke.

I must have hit the snake,
and it fell into a rage

and bit the first one it saw -
its own master.

That's the whole story.

My dear Holmes,
you are a great detective.

My dear Watson, that's
what I keep telling you.

But why did you refuse to
accept the fee?

Work costs money.

I don't always refuse to accept
money. But in this case...

To accept money from
the poor girl...

I'm not rich, but I can always
afford 2 tickets to the opera.

They're giving the "Magic Flute"
at the Covent-Garden tonight.

(sings a tune)

Written by
Yuly Dunskoy, Valery Frid,

Directed by
Igor Maslennikov

Director of photography
Yury Veksler

Production designer
Mark Kaplan

Music by
Vladimir Dashkevich