All language subtitles for 1992 Sherlock Holmes Incident At Victoria Falls

Get your newspaper!

Newspaper here!

Get your newspaper!

Surely you won't
part with this, Holmes.

Ah, yes, a present
from the reigning family

of Holland some years ago.

I have no further use for it.

You may give it to the poor.

What would the
poor do with it?

Become rich, perhaps.

I am retiring, Watson,
once and for all.

The farmhouse that I purchased
in Sussex is very small.

There's no room for all of this.

That's the way you want.

Ah, this.

This I will keep.

I never pictured you keeping
bees in Sussex, Holmes.

Wear, then?

I never saw you in the
middle of a swarm of bees.

Well, I have to do something,
now that my detecting days

are over.

And besides, My mind is not
quite as keen as it once was.

Nonsense.

I doubt if the
bees will notice.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but this just arrived

by messenger, Mr. Holmes.

Oh, give it to Dr. Watson,
will you, Mrs. Hudson?

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

I don't know what I'll
be doing here without you

after all these years.

There, there, Mrs. Hudson.

I'm sure you'll
find another tenant.

That's not what I meant.

Holmes, it seems your presence
is requested at Windsor Castle

by His Majesty.

Well, what on earth could
King Edward want with me?

Some honey, perhaps?

Sherlock, I am speaking
of the Star of Africa.

His Majesty will give
you full particulars.

I am only here as a member
of his civil service.

Mycroft, I am retiring.

You have never been retiring.

You know perfectly
well what I mean.

Oh yes, bees.

If there's one thing Susssex
has no need of, it is more bees.

Through here.

Ah, Mr. Holmes.

We're so glad that you are here.

It is an honor, Your Majesty.

May I present my
brother, Sherlock?

I am honored sir

We are proud to tell you
that in the next honors list,

you may expect to see your name.

Sir, I undertake the task
for the task's own sake.

I require no
recompense beyond that.

I must respectfully
decline the honor.

I wish to retire in anonymity
to a quiet country life.

Ah yes, bees.

Well, the bees can wait.

We have need of your services.

The African Cape Colony is
about to ship its largest

most perfectly shaped
diamond, the Star of Africa,

to England as a
gift to the Crown.

But your brother tells us he has
reason to believe there might

be trouble when
Britain tries to remove

the stone from the country.

A pagan tribe, the
Matabele, think of themselves

as guardians of
the stone and look

upon the diamond as their own.

They owned it at one time
or another, I believe.

At any rate, His Majesty would
like you to go to Cape Town

and supervise the stone's
transfer and transport.

Your Majesty might do
better sending a company

of the Grenadier Guards.

They're there already.

Your brother's come up
with an ingenious plan.

Lord Milner will turn
over the stone to you

for your inspection.

You will then turn it
over to the Grenadiers.

But in reality,
you will hand them

a perfect replica
of the stone which

Lord Milner will supply to you.

No one but you and Milner will
have any knowledge of the ruse,

so that if any thieves, may
they be Matabele or just

plain scoundrels, attempt
to steal the diamond,

they will go after
the imitation.

The real Star of
Africa will travel

to England in your pocket.

As Your Majesty pleases.

Get your newspaper!

Evening edition!

Newspaper here,
get your newspaper!

So what?

Well,

Quinine, chlorodyne,
magnesium, aspirin, passports.

Holmes, we must hurry.

Upon my word, Watson,
you're worse than a wife.

Now then, have a wonderful
voyage, both of you.

There are some
sandwiches for the train.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

What are you
waiting for, Watson?

We must go.

What should I do with
all this accumulation?

Oh, give it away.

Eh, Holmes?

Keep it until I return.

It came to the
moment when we're reunited.

Well, you could have a pin drop.

I kissed him.

And an old dear in the
front row said "oh"

so loudly that I couldn't say my
next line for laughing so much.

Henry had to cover for me.

I mustn't monopolize you.

Off you go to your
lovely ladies.

Excuse me, Madam.

You look so familiar.

I thought perhaps we
might have mutual friends.

I haven't heard that
one for a long time.

Oh, you don't think that I--

please be assured--

It's quite all right.

Sometimes people honestly do
mistake me an acquaintance.

You see, I have
been upon the stage.

Oh, would I have
seen you in something?

No, probably not.

I'm sure you're a very busy man.

The lady is overly modest.

Watson, you have the honor
of addressing Lady de Bathe,

known to the world as--

Lillie Langtry.

My goodness!

I saw you in "Mademoiselle Mars"
and "She Stoops to Conquer."

You were wonderful.

What a pleasure!

Oh, forgive me.

I'm Dr. John Watson.

And this is--

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

On your way to
the dark continent

to save a damsel in distress?

If I were, I could
only hope that she were

1/10 as beautiful as yourself.

I'm so glad you could join me.

I was quite surprised
to receive your note.

Pleasantly surprised, I may add.

Well, I'm delighted.

I desperately wanted
to get you here alone.

Well, so you have.

I have to ask you
something very personal.

Dear lady, you
can ask me anything.

You're sure it's all right?

Rest assured.

Nothing is too
personal to ask me.

I'm a doctor.

All right, but I fear
you'll think me brazen.

Never Now, go on.

Be brave.

All right.

Do you think Mr. Sherlock
Holmes finds me attractive?

Ah.

Have you been to the Cape of
Good Hope before, Mr. Holmes?

No, this is my
very first visit.

Are you here on
business or pleasure?

Well, I do have a little
business to take care of.

Oh?

If you have time for
a little pleasure,

I do hope you'll think of me.

Dear lady, I fear that
business must prevail.

Of course.

Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson.

I'm Milner, governor-general.

Welcome, my friends, to the
Cape of Good Hope colony.

A pleasure, Lord Milner.

How do you do, sir?

This way, gentlemen.

What a magnificent spot.

I never realized that such
a beautiful array of flora

grew down here.

Ah yes.

The dark continent is very
light and airy after all.

And what of the fauna?

We're not liable to run into a
pride of lions near the hotel,

I hope!

Not unless you
venture to the zoo.

Mr. Holmes, are you
interested in flora and fauna?

Yes, one species
in particular.

Yes?

Bees.

Ah, Senior Marconi.

Allow me to introduce such
distinguished gentlemen

to one another.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
Dr. John Watson,

Signor Guglielmo Marconi.

Very pleased to meet you.

How do you do, sir?

Congratulations on your
recent Nobel Prize.

Prego, Craig prego.

What brings you to
South Africa, sir?

I am midway on a journey
introducing wireless

telegraphy to the world.

Signor Marconi has been
at several recent meetings

in government house,
looking at installing

a wireless system to
enable us to communicate

with ships at sea.

How exciting!

Might we see a demonstration
of this invention?

Certainly, I will arrange it.

Arrivederci.

No one must see us
together, so be on your way.

I want to be with you.

Soon.

Go on.

Sherlock Holmes, Dr.
Watson, a distinct honor.

I am Stanley Bullard,
under-manager of the Cape

Castle Hotel, at your service.

I've read of all your exploits
with great admiration.

You're very kind.

Dr. Watson, you
have such a knack

for capturing the atmosphere
of the adventures.

Oh, thank you.

But in the recently published
Adventure at Wistia Lodge,

I did notice a
slight discrepancy.

Discrepancy?

Slight.

You state the adventure
took place in 1892.

Yes.

But you've earlier stated
that Mr. Holmes disappeared

without a trace at
Reichenbach Falls in 1891,

not to be seen again
for three years.

Yes.

Well, there were some facts that
I'm not at liberty to reveal,

so I have to disguise them.

Ah.

Thank you.

I hope you
enjoy your stay.

Intelligent fellow, that.

Well-informed too.

A bit uppity, if you ask me.

Yes?

this the house of Ram Dhulup?

Yes, he's my grandfather.

I am Uma.

Hello, Uma.

Is your grandfather home?

I'll see.

May I help you?

Ram Dhulup?

That is I.

I am told you are the best
locksmith in the Cape colony.

You've been told correctly.

A man of great
talent and discretion.

I pride myself on both.

Then, pray tell, why do
you live in such poverty?

Good day.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

I meant no harm.

You see, I am here to make
you a rich man with, say,

20,000 pounds in your pocket.

I have no time
for idle dreams.

Oh, this is a
dream, Ram Dhulup.

This is a dream,
but a very real one.

I'm talking about
the Star of Africa.

It's amazingly fine.

If it were not for the
slight distortion running

through the right
quadrant, I would

not know it was an imitation.

Distortion?

What distortion?

Look for yourself.

I can make out no distortion.

There.

Hm.

Well, let us hope that
any would-be thieves

would not observe it.

Now, take a look at this.

Truly magnificent.

So I go to the safe
to get the stone,

give it to you to examine.

I conceal the real one and
hand over the counterfeit

to the guards.

Good.

Thank you.

Where's the other?

The other?

Oh, the other one!

Oh.

Excuse me.

A slight deception that
I learned from John

Maskelyne, the magician.

Yes, but which
is the real stone?

That one.

Are you sure?

As sure as rain must fall.

Ah, good.

It hasn't rained here in months.

Just so.

Now, would you be
good enough to tell

me the history of
the Star of Africa

and why the Matabele
regard it as their own?

It was once their own.

Towards the end of the
Second Matabele War in 1896.

Lord Roberts led
the British troops

who came to put down the
uprising by King Lobengula's

army in Matabeleland.

In Lobengula's royal crawl,
they found a treasure, all of it

apparently stolen, extorted
by King Lobengula's armies

over the years from
unworthy travelers

passing through those lands
Lobengula claimed as his own.

A shameful horde.

The troops were taking
the treasure to the fort

at Salisbury when Lobengula's
forces slaughtered

them and retook the treasure.

It's never being seen
again by white men.

But when a company
of British soldiers

arrived to retrieve
their bodies,

they found, grasped in the hand
of one of their compatriots,

the incredible stone
we have since come

to call the Star of Africa.

Soon, it will be in the hands
of our sovereign, King Edward,

where it rightfully
belongs, forever.

All passengers
holding tickets for--

Whoa!

For track number two will
kindly begin boarding now.

Fresh flowers.

Fresh flowers for sale.

Fresh flowers!

Two tickets to
Victoria Falls, please.

Attention,
all inbound trains

connecting with
Rhodesian Railways

and destined for points
north are now on schedule.

That's 10 pounds, sir.

Please begin boarding on
track number two at this time.

I hear something.

Just wait.

I'm sure I can do better.

There, there.

You hear it?

Yes.

It is the steamer Daughter
of the Sea off of the coast

of British West Africa.

She is calling to another ship.

A distress signal?

No, no, merely
exchanging greetings.

How far can the waves reach?

Well, these are long waves.

That means--

They reach a
long way, no doubt?

No, no.

Just the reverse, I'm afraid.

That is compared to short
waves, which reach much further,

you see.

Clear as mud.

What distance can
the signal travel?

I have skipped waves off
of the stratosphere that have

skipped thousands of miles,
but I cannot control that,

you understand.

Normally, perhaps
300 to 400 miles.

Yes, come on, Georgie!

Good show, good show!

A lovely shot!

I want to talk to you.

If you must.

I saw you in the garden.

So?

You know what I mean!

No, I don't.

Do you?

Are you having
an affair with him?

Oh, for God's
sake, are you gonna

to have another jealous fit?

I didn't bring you
here to humiliate me!

Constantine, please.

You have nothing to fear.

Keep away from
him, or else I cannot

be responsible for my actions.

What do you mean by that?

He could wake up one of
these mornings quite dead.

Oh, good show!

Oh, bravo, bravo!

Good gracious.

I didn't mean you to
serve me, Mr. Bullard.

I'm delighted to
do so, Lady de Bathe.

Actually, I never expected
to have such an honor.

It also allows me the
opportunity to spend

a moment alone with you.

Oh, thank you so much.
Allow me to serve.

Join me.

Certainly not.

I would never be allowed to
join a hotel guest for tea.

It wouldn't be proper.

And especially not with a lady.

I remain your humble servant.

Someone should invent a
collar attached to the shirt.

Bizarre idea.

Oh my goodness,
it really is you.

It is you, isn't it?

They told me you were here, but
I just couldn't believe them.

Oh, what a pleasure, a
pleasure it is to meet you.

If it is you, that is.

Oh my.

I forgot my autograph book.

Oh.

Oh, and you must be
you, if you are you!

My dear, I believe we're
bothering the gentlemen.

Oh.

Oh my goodness!

I'm terribly, terribly sorry.

I never meant to
bother you at all.

Please, could you
ever, ever forgive me?

No need to
apologize, dear lady.

No need at all.

It's just nice to make
your acquaintance.

Ahem.

Well, I-- I think we've detained
the gentlemen quite enough.

Come along.

Yes, of course.

Oh, but I do hope we meet
again, and then perhaps you

could sign my autograph book.

Because that would be wonderful.

I would be honored.

Thank you.

My dear, shall we go?

Sorry.

Dinner time.

I've rather lost my appetite.

I cannot stand
another minute with him.

He's a fat pig.

It'll not be long
now, and you'll never

have to see him ever again.

He threatened me.

He threatened to kill you!

Hmph.

Well, two can play at that game.

Whoa.

Flimsy [inaudible] up.

This damn hole is dangerous.

The roof could go at any minute.

Shut up.

How much further?

It's not long now.

It is at least 20 feet more.

We cannot go any further
without shoring up this section.

We haven't got time.

Dig!

It is too dangerous.

You want the Star of Africa or
you want to die in a cave-in?

Lord God help
us get out alive.

Here, here.

Help me grab that--
- Got it.

There we are.

Anything wrong, Holmes?

No, Watson, nothing at all.

Just letting the cat out.

We've hit it.

It's the wall, man.

That's it.

That's the outer wall.

Yes.

Got it?

Here's the other one.

Keep moving.

That's it.

We made it.

We're in!

Just one moment.

You want me to open the safe.

Not one of you can do it.

Get on with it.

Then why should not I get
a full share of the proceeds?

Like the rest of you instead
of only 20,000 pounds?

Ram Dhulup, you
betray my trust in you.

We made an agreement, you and
I. And you would dishonor it?

You get a full
share, do you not?

And you?

And you?

And you?

All right, Ram Dhulup,
you get a full share.

Now, the safe.

Attention!

Whoa, whoa!

Ah, Holmes, Dr. Watson.

This is superintendent Henry
van Meer, Cape Town police.

How do you do, sir?

How do you do?

It is my honor as the
governor-general of the Union

of South Africa to present
to His majesty King Edward

the most beautiful,
brilliant, and perfect

blue white diamond ever found in
the world, the Star of Africa.

Good heavens.

I'll take care of it.

I'm a doctor.

Too late.

I'll take over.

The stone!

What of the Star of Africa?

My God, the jewel is gone!

Seal the door.

No one is to leave the room.

Are you saying that
one of us did this?

It is possible.

The poor fellow was
dead and the diamond

gone when we entered the vault.

That proves nothing.

An Indian.

Low caste.

Perhaps harijan, a sweeper.

I can't believe it.

It's not possible!

But with the hands
of a craftsman.

Those marks and blood seem
to be intentional, made

by the dead man's own hand.

As he died, he reached
out to us with a message.

He seems to have written
the letters S-I-H.

Possibly.

The scarf that strangled
him has five knots

and is weighted with coins.

Strange.

Mr. Holmes, I would appreciate
it if you would investigate

this affair at once.

If you please, Lord Milner,
this is my jurisdiction.

Or do you not think me competent
to conduct this investigation?

Of course, of
course, my good man.

But Mr. Holmes was
sent from England

to take charge of the diamond.

I'm afraid his authority must
supersede that of your own.

If I can be of any assistance,
Superintendent Van Meer,

you can count on me.

Assistance?

I'd be delighted.

Now, this was obviously
an inside job.

No signs of a forced entry.

The thieves obviously
gained entrance with a key.

They must have known the
combination of the safe.

The finger of suspicion
points but to one man.

Guards, arrest that man.

Take him up to my
office for questioning.

Just one little
thing, Superintendent,

before you hang on
that unfortunate

fellow from the nearest tree.

Watson, would you assist me?

No forced entry, Superintendent?

Holmes, they must have
tunneled their way in.

Hand me the lantern.

What are you hoping to
identify there, earthworms?

A fragmentary print
made by the toe of a boot.

The clay composition, heavy
in potassium chlorides.

Perhaps we should speak with
the owner of this property.

Not necessary.

He knows nothing of this.

Can we be sure of that?

I'm quite certain, Mr. Holmes.

I would like to speak
with him, in any case.

The owner of this
property, sir, is I.

Whoa, boy, whoa.

Van Meer, have you
identified the body?

No.

But wouldn't you
make that a priority?

Not necessary.

We have the killer.

He can identify it.

This is the murderer, identified
by the victim himself.

Tell it all, Hillary.

There's nothing to
tell, sir, as I've

explained to this
gentlemen at some length.

Nothing, indeed.

This is Samuel Hillary,
a clerk in the tax

collectors department.

He works in government house,
and he has a key to the vault.

I don't know the combination
of the inner safe, sir.

So you say.

And he cannot account
for his whereabouts

on the night in question.

That's not true, sir.

I was at the pub, like I said.

The barmaid does
not remember you.

Well, I'm just not
very memorable, sir.

He is known to owe money to
certain disreputable gamblers.

And the coup de
grace, the victim

scrawled Samuel Hillary's
initials in his own blood,

as he lay dying on the
floor of the vault.

Most interesting data.

Hillary, what is
your middle name?

Aloysius, sir.

You can prove that, I suppose?

Oh, yes.

It's on my baptismal
certificate, my--

my school records, my church
register, and my government

identification.

Take him away.

Surely the initials that we
read in the safe were S-I-H.

They were hard to identify.

You said so yourself.

I have a copy here.

Does that look to
you like S-A-H?

It does not look much
like an A, I grant you.

But it could have been
an unintentional scrawl

by the dying man.

And the first letter
most certainly

is an S, and the last
letter an H. And Samuel

Hillary's initials are SH.

And do you know anyone
else with those initials

who had access to
the vault prior

to the discovery of the body?

No.

I have gone over the entire
records of all the people

who work at government house.

Not one other.

Ah, but there is one house
with those initials who

was in the vault with the
safe open the day before

and who held the Star
of Africa in his hand.

Someone who, without any
knowledge of the tunnel

to your farm, could have made a
duplicate of Lord Milner's key,

could have got into the
vault, opened the safe,

killed his companions,
stolen the stone,

and gone merrily on his way.

And here is the coup de grace.

That person's initials are SH.

Where is this villain?

I will arrest him at once.

I await your handcuffs.

Well, how did it go today?

Van Meer makes this chard
look positively brilliant.

Gentlemen, may I
order you an aperitif?

That's very nice.

I'll have a whiskey.

How about you, Holmes?

Permit me.

I think Mr. Holmes might
prefer a brandy and soda.

And how did you
deduce that, young man?

I recalled it from
Dr. Watson's account

of the Adventure
at Wisteria Lodge.

Ah.

You have a very
impressive memory.

I suppose I tend to
cling to things that

remind me of mother England.

Yes, yes, of course.

I prowled around
on my own today,

and found a carriage and horses
tethered and ready, parked

outside the back door of
the hotel each night in case

of emergency.

Well?

Well, the stable boy told
me that for several nights

running, the carriage was gone.

So it seems that the carriage
leaves the hotel late

every night, and
returns each morning

before the stable boy awakes.

Excellent, Watson.

Well done.

Do you know who took it?

Afraid not.

Nobody knows.

Well, who was
missing from his room?

Good evening.

Ah, how do you do?

Ladies, good evening.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

Mr. Holmes, is there
something I can do for you?

Yes, you can join me.

No, sir.
I-- I couldn't.

I'm not allowed to.

Nonsense.

I've ordered your
favorite drink.

Whisky and soda?

How did you know that?

Oh, of course, I was forgetting
to whom I was speaking.

Well, sir, perhaps this once.

It would be an honor.

Well, you seem to know
a great deal about me.

Tell me something
about yourself.

Well, surely you
can see my life

in my sleep in my callouses, on
my shoes, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Perhaps a thread
of information,

with your permission, of course.

Oh, I would be honored.

Your father, who came
from a high born family,

was a struggling merchant
with a business in Yorkshire.

Incredible.

You refused to join the
army, as was expected of you.

And so you became an actor.

But an actor's life was
too precarious for you.

And so you joined the merchant
marine, came to South Africa,

and fought against the Boers.

Mr. Holmes, you are every bit
as amazing as legend has it.

Yorkshire it was.

Business was fish, actually.

My older brother
did indeed inherit.

Actor?

yes.

That says it well.

And you've been here
more than 10 years?

15.

I spent some time prospecting
for gold and a short stretch

as an engineer before the war.

Later, I took on this less
hazardous and rigorous

way of life at Cape Castle.

Does that tell you everything
that you wish to know?

Oh yes, and more.

That man has something to hide.

Everything he told me was a lie.

Everything I told him was a lie.

I said Yorkshire, and it was
quite obviously Lancashire.

He said "fish" when it
was most definitely books.

I said merchant marine when
any fool could see that it was

quite obviously the cavalry.

And he told me I was correct.

He was trying to trap
the great Sherlock Holmes!

Perhaps.

Perhaps, but I think not.

Watson, I must get the
police to check on his story,

and you must watch
his every move.

- Good day to you.
- Good morning.

And good day to you.

Thank you.

Come on, come on.

There you are.

Yes.

Oh yes, lovely.

Is Jackson.

Yes, sir?

Jackson, tell stables to get
the carriage ready, please?

Right away, sir.

Tell Cephas to
pick some flowers.

Very good, sir.
Excuse me.

Good day.

My wife and I certainly
have enjoyed our stay here.

So pleased to hear it.

The bill, please.

So you'll be checking out.

This is it.

Did you remember
to bring the roses?

Ah, Cephas.

- Good day, sir.
- Very nice.

I'll take those.

Dr. Watson.

Ah!

Good day to you, sir.

Clement weather
for the time of day.

Yes, yes.

I need a carriage.

Yes, sir.

I'll have one around the
front in five minutes.

No time.

Must be immediately!

It's an urgent matter of state!

Yes, sir!

Follow me, sir.

Have a good ride, sir.

Thank you.

Off you go.

Follow that carriage.

Stay well behind.

And don't let him see us!

That's it.

On, on!

Pull the horses up over there.

Stop here.

Yes, sir.

Whoa.

Stay there.

You look radiant, my dear.

Ah-hah!

We must be on our way.

Go!

Yes, sir.

Going.

Right, very well, sir.

You're surew this
is all accurate?

Absolutely, sir.

And you haven't spoken
to Superintendent Van

Meer about it?

No, sir, as you said.

Good.

Thank you.

I was shocked,
utterly shocked.

They didn't see you?

No, they were far too
preoccupied to notice anything.

No doubt.

What of your inquiries?

My suspicions were
well-founded, Watson.

It seems the local police
have absolutely no record

of the existence of Stanley
Bullard prior to his service

at the hotel.

And I'm beginning to think I
just might know his identity.

Stop this bickering!

Leave Chandra Sen.

And as for you--

And what might that be?

What was that?

And who might Bullard be?

I have formulated
a plan find out.

Ah, Lady de Bathe,
how nice to see you.

And you, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson.

How do you do, ma'am?

I've noticed you dining
alone these past nights,

and I wondered if you'd care
to have dinner with me tonight.

I'd be delighted, but I--

I wouldn't want to intrude.

It would be no
intrusion at all.

Certainly not, especially
in light of the fact

that Dr. Watson already
has a previous engagement

to dine with Signor Marconi.

Eh?

Oh.

Well, in that case, I'd
be very happy to accept.

What previous
engagement was that?

One in which I pray you will
give Signor Marconi my regrets.

Cheer up, my little one.

You know you're the
apple of my eye.

I have brought
something for you.

Go ahead, put it on.

You see how it
sparkles just for you?

I'm sorry about
the things I said.

You mean it?

I will never say anything
unpleasant to you ever again.

It's exquisite.

Will you marry me?

Constantine, I've told you.

I cannot marry you or any man.

I still mourn for my late
husband, the Maharajah.

I cannot understand
how any man could

take his own life while married
to a creature as lovely as you.

I'm so excited
about being here.

I can't wait to see the Falls.

Just imagine our own Niagara
here in the dark continent.

Thank you.

And I'm absolutely starving.

I hope they have
something that I can eat.

Not one of those ostrich
eggs or something.

Bon appetit.

Amelia, must you
chatter incessantly?

In the hundreds of meters.

But in dealing with waves
less than one meter, using

the ionosphere, we can
obtain equally long

ranges using much less power.

In addition, these
waves have highly

directional properties,
which can make their use

possibly more private.

Of course, one will have to
make use of thermionic valves,

which are hardly perfected.

But the potential
remains significant.

Thermionic?

Hm.

Prunes, signor?

He's an inscrutable one.

I wonder what he's
doing in Africa.

Maybe he stole your diamond.

Perhaps.

And there's an unlikely pair.

I wonder what she sees in
him, except for a surfeit

of drachmas.

You have something informative
to say about everybody,

don't you?

I once met her late husband,
the maharajah of Jubbulpore.

He was her match, physically.

Oh, yes.

He was a gorgeous man.

But unfortunately, a sad case.

Drank himself to excess,
gambled away his entire fortune,

and then eventually shot
himself in the temple.

Left, I think.

What do you make of
Captain and Mrs. Morrison?

It is rumored that she is the
third cousin to an ex-president

of the United States,
possibly the product

of too much inbreeding.

You're trying to trick me
into giving you information,

aren't you?

Would I do that, Miss Langtry?

Of course you
would, Mr. Holmes.

Now, your turn.

What have you learned
about the diamond?

Who murdered that poor man?

What was he doing in the
safe, and who was he,

for that matter?

I make it a practice
never to theorize

until I have all the data.

You must have
learned something.

Will we ever see that
beautiful diamond again?

I think I can
promise you one thing.

You do not have to worry
about the Star of Africa.

That's not fair,
teasing me like that.

Whatever do you mean?

I can say no more
at the present.

If you're not nice to me,
I shall tell Edward on you.

And then again, if you
are very nice to me,

I shall ask him to knight you.

So which is it to be?

I suppose as a friend of His
Majesty, you can be trusted.

Of course I can!

Look in my hand.

Oh!
Could it be?

The government
had a false stone

made to match the real one.

And I was supposed
to switch them

at the presentation ceremony.

Instead, I switched
them the day before.

Oh, you mean?

Indeed, the thieves stole--

The imitation.

My God.

Promise not to tell a soul.

Who would I tell?

Precisely.

It was a delightful dinner.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

The doctor and I
are attending a music

hall performance tonight.

I'm told it's a little bit
risque for ladies' ears,

but perhaps you would
care to join us.

Oh, my ears have
heard much worse

things than music hall songs.

But I must decline
your invitation.

I'm going to my bed.

I quite understand,
Miss Langtry.

Good night.

Good night.

I must tell you the most
extraordinary turn of events.

We are armed, Mr. Bullard.

Touche, Mr. Holmes.

Watson.

It's not on his person.

Where is it, then?

Ah, that would be telling.

It is still here.

With a note.

"Though he might be
more humble, there

is no police like Holmes."

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

As I thought.

Watson, meet AJ Raffles.

Raffles?

The master cracksman.

None other.

But I thought he was
killed in the Boer War.

That's what we were
all supposed to think.

Raffles might well
have died, but it

appears that his flesh
took on the identity

of Stanley Bullard.

Touche, Mr. Holmes.

So the case is closed.

No.

We still do not have
the real diamond.

Surely blood has it.

I think not.

But he's the most
notorious jewel thief!

Retired, I believe,
as I was meant to be.

Stanley Bullard, you are
under arrest for murder

and for the theft of
the Star of Africa.

You're making a mistake.

Come along quietly, man.

I-- I don't--

Let's not make a fuss.

I have discovered that
your entire background

is a pack of lies.

Witnesses will
testify that you were

absent from your
room for seven hours

on the night of the murder.

And your victim
identified you himself.

The scrawled letters
S-I-H are in fact S-I-B,

for Stanley I Bullard.

Take him away.

Come with us, governor.

We've got a nice
room waiting for you.

And as for you, Mr.
Holmes, your services

are no longer required.

If you know what
is good for you,

you will tell me
all I wish to know.

Now, where is the diamond?

But he was with me on
the night in question.

He's been with me
every night this week.

You won't tell
anyone, would you?

It would mean a scandal.

No, of course not.

No, I'm being selfish.

I must come forward and
provide Stanley with an alibi.

I will go to the police
and tell them everything.

Lady de Bathe, listen to me.

Going to the police
would not help.

It would ruin your reputation
if you admitted that you

were Bullard's mistress.

Because he's an under-manager?

Not so if he were a king.

And furthermore,
nobody would believe it

if you provided
him with an alibi,

because you are his mistress.

You're quite right.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Just go on with your trip
as if nothing had happened,

and leave the rest to me.

What can you do?

I will have to prove
that Bullard is innocent.

This is not like India.

The prices

No, you may not
see the prisoner!

But Sherlock Holmes has
given specific instructions--

Sherlock Holmes has
no authority here.

And neither here nor you may
go within 100 yards of him!

Is that clear?

Perfectly!

For prisoner Bullard.

Special food, order
of Superintendent.

Special food for you, sir.

I'm not hungry.

Come, come, come, come.

Go away.

Do you hear me?
- Now.

We haven't a moment to lose.

What the devil do you want?

To uncover the truth.

Now, if I'm going to get you out
of here, you've got to help me.

Who in the colony has the skill
to open the safe in government

house without
blowing it to bits?

How should I know?

I haven't been in
the game for years.

But surely a man
with your background

keeps up with these things.

Well, what if I do?

I'm not gonna tell you and
get some other innocent person

arrested to take my place.

I give you my
word, I will not give

the information to the police.

Well, there is one person.

There's no need to worry.

We won't harm you.

Come on now.

Come out of there.

It's quite all right.

Now, don't you worry.

Oh, you have been crying.

There's no need to
be frightened at all.

That's it.

That's better, isn't it?

Now, my name is Dr. Watson.

What's yours?

Uma, sir.

And what's
your last name?

Dhulup.

Is Ram Dhulup
your grandfather?

Yes, sir.

Do you know where
we can find him?

Now, don't cry.

Just, I want to ask
you one more thing.

When did you last
see your grandfather?

Four nights ago.

He said he'll be
back in the morning,

but he didn't come back.

I miss him so much.

There, there, now, sweetheart.

Go, go, go.

No, no, no, this way, this way!

- Bye, bye, Mr. Sen!
- Thank you.

Come on, Amelia.

Sir, that will be
14 pounds 35, sir.

That's fine.

Thank you very much.
Go, go.

Sir, sir, your change, sir.

We must get to the
station and board the train.

Hello, please, take
all my things off.

Take them all off, please.

And take them all
back to the hotel.

We're not leaving.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't.

Uma, hello, dearie.

Your grandfather back?

Her grandfather
is not coming back.

I was hoping that
you would help me

try and find her next of kin.

She has no kin.

Her mother died at childbirth.

Her father disappeared.

Her grandfather is her
only living relative.

I'm sorry.

Do you think it
might be possible

for you to take care of her?

I suppose so.

Here's something to help.

And I'll send a bank draft
the first of each month.

Mr. Holmes and I
must be going now.

Bye, Dr. Watson.

Goodbye, Uma.

Be a good girl.

Watson, look at this.

What is it?

Ram Dhulup had a
first class ticket

to Victoria Falls on the
Cape to Rhodesia Railway.

Now, that train leaves
today, in an hour and a half.

We must be on it.

There isn't a moment to lose.

To the hotel, quickly!

Would you please reserve
two sleeping berths

on the train to Victoria Falls.

It leaves in one
hour and six minutes.

I'd be glad to, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes, how can leave
when you gave your solemn

oath to help free Mr. Bullard?

I can assure you that Mr.
Bullard will soon be free,

Miss Langtry.

I thought you were going
to continue with your trip.

I can't.

I must confess
everything, Mr. Holmes.

I've known all along
who Mr. Bullard was.

Raffles and I have been
friends for many years.

He helped me through
the difficult time

when Edward tired of me.

I sent him off to
South Africa to get

him away from Scotland Yard.

And now I've come to
be reunited with him,

and I couldn't possibly leave
him in his hour of need.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear the that.

Mr. Holmes, it's too late.

What?

The railroad changed the
timetable only this week.

The train leaves an hour
early, in six minutes.

Oh!

Get in, Watson, get in!

Where's the driver?

He went inside.

I told him he's taking
us to the station.

No time for that.

Yah, yah.

Giddy-up, giddy-up.

Yah.

Easy there, Holmes!

Holmes!

Excuse me, has the train
for Victoria Falls left yet?

Train left five minutes ago!

Yah, yah!

Holmes, I don't know
what the point is.

How will we board?

We'll cross that bride
when we come to it!

Do you think you can get
on to that coach, Watson?

Holmes, you must be mad.

I'm 58 year old.

I've got a wounded
Achilles tendon.

What's more, I couldn't
do that when I was 20!

You crazy city-slicker!

Whoa We shall have to
try another tack, Watson.

- Holmes.
- We must flag it down.

No, it'll never stop.

We can't do that.

You're free to jump
out, my dear fellow.

I-- I don't think.

It must stop!

Holmes, it doesn't see us.

Holmes, my God!

Apparently, I was wrong.

Watson, you get the ticket.

I'll take care of the luggage.

Right-o.

Hello, anybody home there?

Yeah, what do you want?

Please wake up.

I'd like a one-way
ticket to Victoria Falls.

Hurry up, Watson.

The train is leaving!

Watson, come on!
Hurry up.

Come on!

Make haste, Watson, or
you'll be left behind!

Holmes!

Holmes, I'm coming!

Hurry!

Come on!

I'm too old for this.

After all, my dear fellow,
you are two years older than I.

Oh, Holmes, one of these days!

Hello.

Hello.

How do you do?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

How do you do?

Ah, that's more like it.

The murderer of Ram
Dhulup is in first class.

And how will you decide who?

We will know
more in good time.

Funny looking
beasts, those zebras.

They look like horses
wearing striped pajamas.

Watson, your imagination
knows no bounds.

What an unexpected pleasure,
Signor Holmes, Dr. Watson.

May I?

Please.

Grazie.

Congratulations.

I read in the paper how you
trapped and arrested the jewel

thief and murderer Bullard.

That's not exactly--

Ahem.

So what brings you
on this excursion?

We are on our way to
see the Victoria Falls.

I am told they are
a magnificent sight.

As do I. I am looking
forward to them myself.

That is also your destination?

The next stop on my journey.

Man cannot live
on business alone.

He must seek out beauty as well.

Well put.

May I take your
order, gentlemen?

I'll have a pint
beer, if I may.

And the same for me.

A white wine, per piacere.

Certainly, sir.

That strange couple.

You know them?

No, only traveling
companions, I hear.

She is an Indian
princess or some such.

Yes, the maharani
of Jubbulpore.

And he?

A Greek, Mavropoulos.

A merchant, I understand.

A potential source of money
for your telegraphy venture?

Yes, indeed.

He is considering backing
my American company

with a heavy investment.

Gentlemen.

Ah, thank you.

Excuse me, signor.

Grazie.

Is this seat taken?

Permit me to introduce myself.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Holmes, I--

I've read Dr. Watson's stories
about you back in India.

You are most well known there.

You're very kind.

And you, sir?

My name is Sen, Chandra Sen.

From Bombay, of course?

Yes, from Bombay.

I sell textiles from there.

My customers are the Indians
who own shops here in Africa,

you know, serving their
fellow countrymen.

There are many such.

Yes, indeed, like the lovely
maharani, also a visitor

from your own country.

You must have a
lot to talk about.

I could not approach her.

She is brahmin.

I but a poor salesman.

We have nothing to share.

So you have never met?

No, and I have no
hope that we ever shall.

Forgive the
interruption, Mr. Holmes,

but I'd be ever so grateful
if you'd sign my autograph.

I have the signature of three
presidents of the United States

and many other famous people.

If you'd care to take a look.

Then I shall be in
excellent company, won't I?

Oh yes.

Some people like to write
little salutations or sayings.

John Phillips Sousa
wrote an "oompapa."

Isn't that sweet?

Lillie Langtry, she wrote
me a quote from "Hamlet."

Um, "Othello."

Oh, that's right, love.

"Tranquil the--" no.

"farewell, the quiet
mind," I think it was.

Let me look.
- "Farewell, the tranquil mind."

"Farewell, the tranquil mind."

That's right.

And Pablo Picasso drew
me a little picture,

but I couldn't make it
out, so I threw it away.

There you are.

Oh, but this is
only your name.

That is all you
requested of me.

But couldn't you
write me something more?

Like "elementary,
my dear Amelia."

Or something like that?

Amelia, My dear, I
think you've bothered

Mr. Holmes quite enough now.

Thank you for the
autograph, sir.

God protect us from Americans.

Now, pray tell me,
which one of them

killed Dhulup and stole
the Star of Africa.

I cannot tell
you now, but soon.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes, please,
join us for a drink.

Permit me to be so bold.

I am Constantine Mavropoulos,
and this beautiful creature

is maharani of Jubbulpore.

Charmed.

Isn't this trip wonderful?

And Constantine
has been so sweet

to me since my husband died.

He's taken me under
his wing, looked

after my business affairs,
and offered me protection.

Protection?

When a beautiful
entitled woman

suddenly finds
herself alone, she's

soon surrounded by sharks.

Yes.

What are your future plans?

Simply to travel,
to see the world.

Perhaps to wed along the way.

Excuse me.

Get out of here, boy,
before I call the police.

Come on.

Go, go, go, shoo, shoo, shoo!

Thank you.

Did your interview shed
any light on the matter?

It revealed numerous lies.

Chandra Sen denied ever
having met the maharani,

although we saw them together
with our own two eyes.

Yes, of course.

And Mr. Marconi's expecting
a substantial investment

from Mr. Mavropoulos.

Although back at the hotel, Miss
Langtry told me that the latter

is virtually penniless.

Does that suggest that Marconi
is lying or Miss Langtry?

Or that Mr. Mavropoulos
is lying to Mr. Marconi?

Oh yes, of course.

Strangely enough,
not one of them

asked about the
recovery of the diamond.

What do you make of
the Morrison couple?

What do you make of
them, my dear fellow?

I've no idea if Morrison
killed Ram Dhulup,

but I'm surprised he
hasn't killed his wife.

Tickets, please.

Do you know who the
murderer is or not?

Oh yes, the one with the
cobra tattooed on their chest.

Oh, in heaven's name, Holmes!

Tickets, please.

We have only one
ticket, number 16.

Someone meant to use
it, but was detained.

I presume that you can
provide us with another.

Yes, certainly, sir.

That'll be five pounds, please.

Ah, Watson, would you?

Oh, of course.

You know, I've
given all my money

to Dhulup's neighbor to take
care of the little girl.

Could you, Holmes?

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Number 17.

Does that mean that
no other tickets

were sold since this one,
number 16, was brought aboard?

Yes, sir.

That would be correct.

In that case, I would
be most interested to know

who is holding number 15.

Your ticket, sir.

Thank you.

Ticket please, sir.

Thank you very much.

Your ticket, sir.

Thank you very much, sir.

Nobody in this car
has number 15, sir.

What?

Number 15 is missing?

Yes, but two first
class passengers

are not in the lounge.

Chandra Sen.

Yes, and one you haven't met.

"Mr. Washington," he
called himself, although I

suspect it is an alias.

He'd gotten off at the station
when youi gentlemen boarded.

I think he was trying to get
away from that lady over there.

You mean he got off to
get away from Mrs. Morrison?

Well, you might say he got
out of the train but not off.

Most intriguing.

How is it possible to get out
of a train and not off it?

Wonderful, isn't it?

Most exhilarating.

I was unaware that
American presidents

traveled in this
fashion, Mr. Washington.

Or should I say,
"Mr. Roosevelt?"

You're very good at
recognizing people, sir.

A regular Sherlock Holmes!

I do hope I will get to
meet your partner, sir,

so that I can say, "Dr.
Watson, I presume."

I am sure that Watson
will appreciate it.

May I ask, sir,
what you are doing

sitting on the front of a
locomotive in the middle

of the African bush?

Well, it's the best way to map
the terrain and see the sights.

I read that you
were going on safari.

Yes, I'm meeting my
party in two weeks,

in British East Africa.

Oh, but now I'm on my way
to see Victoria Falls.

What-- what mystery puts
you in this odd position?

The Star of Africa, sir.

But I thought they
caught the blackguard

who stole it, bullfrog.

Bullard, Stanley Bullard.

However, he is innocent.

I have in my possession
a ticket which

led me to this train
on which I expected

to find at least one suspect.

Well, have you found any?

May I presume, Mr. President,
to ask you for your ticket?

You mean I'm a suspect?

After all.

Here you are, sir.

I think I may safely say, sir,
you are not under suspicion.

Well, bully for me.

Mr. Washington's
got ticket number 11.

That leaves only Chandra Sen.

He hasn't been in the lounge.

Well, perhaps he's
in his compartment.

This is the one.

Dear God.

How on earth did you know?

Ram Dhulup told us.

The words he scrawled are
S-T-H, the first three

letters of sthaga, the
Sanskrit word for Thuggee.

The Thugs!

I heard of them in India.

Companies of robbers who've
roamed the countryside

for hundreds of years,
ingratiating themselves

with travelers, and
strangling them,

and stealing their possessions.

They worshiped
the goddess Kali,

tattooed that design
on their chests,

and killed in a ceremonial
manner with a rumal.

Cloth weighted with
coins and tied in knots.

Precisely the way
Dhulup was murdered!

But I thought the Thugs
had been eradicated.

Apparently not.

In that case, they must
have killed Chandra Sen.

No, I don't think so.

If you look at the
hilt of that knife,

the carving is of
African design,

very similar to that of the
local tribes, including--

The Matabele.

Why, yes.

Ah, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson.

I am Lieutenant Grisholm,
British South Africa police,

stationed Victoria Falls,
returning from holiday.

A pleasure.

Ah, present circumstances
notwithstanding.

Ah, Lieutenant
Grisholm, would you

mind looking at this passport?

Well, I would say it's
an excellent forgery,

but a forgery nevertheless.

Excellent-- no, forgery--

yes.

There would appear
to be a war going

on, then, between these
Thugs of whom you spoke

and the Matabele.

So someone would
have us believe.

Good evening, sir.

Evening.

I'll telegraph ahead
and have the army

meet us at Victoria Falls
and close off the station.

Is it true that poor young
man, what's his name, is dead?

Chandra Sen?

I'm afraid so.

We needn't spread
rumors, need we, gentlemen?

Quite dead.

Murdered, by a
knife in the chest.

The murderer must be
aboard this very train.

Indeed.

The cock a leekie soup
is rather nice today, sir.

I'm sorry, madam.

No harm, no harm.

Your Highness, did you never
meet your fellow countryman,

Chandra Sen, before?

No more than you have
met every Englishman who

has traveled away
from England, sir.

Of course.

How stupid of me.

And he was not of your caste.

Brahmin, is it not?

Of course.

I'll have the roast
shoulder of springbok

and the ostrich soup.

And you, sir?

I think not.

Sounds a little too
gamey for my test.

Watson, this is Africa.

May I inquire if
Mr. Sen was involved

in the theft of the Star
of Africa, Mr. Holmes?

I really couldn't say.

So the stone was not
found on his person?

No, it was not.

Ah, too bad, too bad.

So who might the killer be?

Well, perhaps you could
give us your thoughts

on the matter, Mr. Mavropoulos?

No, I'm afraid not.

Wait.

Yes.

There was a young native boy
prowling around the lounge car

at about the time of the murder.

He was about 15 years old, A
little thief most probably.

I shooed him back to
native class, of course.

He would have passed Mr. Sen's
compartment on his return.

Probably went inside to
find something to steal

and Sen found him on his return.

Really?

Do you think you
can find the boy?

I never forget a face.

Let's have a look.

If you'll excuse
me, Mr. Holmes.

This is the boy.

All right, you
can give it up now.

I've got nothing, boss.

You can't pull the
wool over my eyes.

Hand over that diamond now!

What were you doing in
the first class coach?

You know you're not
allowed to be there.

Just looking, boss.

I wanted to see what it's like.

I-- I've never been there.

What's your name?

Themba, boss.

You are a thief and
a murderer, aren't you?

No, no, I swear, boss!

Now, listen to me,
boy, you'd better

come up with that diamond
before we reach Victoria Falls,

or I'll have you
hanged for murderer.

They won't just hang you.

They'll do it very slowly.

Your neck will
stretch and stretch.

There'll be three days of
horrible pain before you die.

You understand me?

Yes, boss.

The rest of you,
you'll make sure

he finds that diamond, if
you know what's good for you.

Sorry, mister.

I wish I'd done something
to protect that boy.

You mustn't reproach yourself.

It sounds to me as if the
lad was no more than scared.

Did Mr. Roosevelt shed
any light on matters?

Only on the matter
of Emilia Morrison

nee Roosevelt, apparently.

They were third cousins.

It seems that the family had
tried to marry her off before,

two fiances.

Both of them threw her out.

I'm not surprised.

I wager this time she came
with a large dowry attached.

Quite so.

But it seems that within
weeks of the wedding,

Morrison spent every
penny of it to pay off

some outstanding
debts of his own.

Quite a how-do-you-do.

Curious.

What is?

That the maharani, a brahmin,
a member of the most refined

and highest of castes,
should say anything so crude

as

Which means?

"Son of a pig."

Really?

I wouldn't expect a lady of
any caste to say such a thing.

Mounted contingent,
surround the train.

Make it snappy, lads!

Foot soldiers, follow me.

Surround the platform
and [inaudible] order.

No passengers are to
leave this platform

without my express permission.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

Prepare the platform.

Yes, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
move back to the platform.

Please move back.

Clear the platform.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
move back to the platform.

Please move back.

Clear the platform.

Thank you.

Soldiers, prepare
to search the train.

Line them up on the platform.

Afraid I'll have
to search you, sir.

What's the meaning of his?

May I see your purse, please?

This is an outrage.

Here you are.

This is the boy, sir.

He was seen sneaking
around the first class--

get him!

He's running for it.

Get that boy!

Get that boy!

Don't let that boy get away!

Make him stop now!

Ah, a most exciting welcome.

I fear for the
life of that boy.

Think he's innocent?

Oh, definitely.

I just hope that armed
rabble doesn't shoot

him before I can prove it.

Those raw recruits
will never catch him.

This calls for the most highly
developed tracking skills,

the kind a man hones hunting
game on the giant prairies

of the USA.

Or, of course, the world's most
preeminent human bloodhound.

He swung across
the bog on a vine

so he wouldn't leave any tracks.

That's a clever lad.

I'll have a look, Holmes.

Ah, these blades of
grass have been broken.

The boy came this way.

Very good, Holmes.

Very good.

He's in there.

Notice the grass.

The obvious place to escape
would be through those trees.

There he is!

Shoot him, men!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Dead or alive!

Terribly sorry, old chap.

And this man prevented me
from bringing down my prey.

It's not true,
not one iota of it!

This man should be arrested.

He would have shot
that poor boy without one

whiff of evidence against him!

Interfering with
an officer while

carrying out his legal duties.

Sir, we found no trace of
the Star of Africa on the train

or on any of the passengers.

Very well, then.

Release the passengers
and let the train depart.

Yes, sir.

It would appear that
the Star of Africa

was dropped in the bush
somewhere between Victoria

Falls and the point
at which Lieutenant

Grisholm was so astute as to
threaten the boy with hanging.

Grisholm, what would you do
if you'd been accused of murder

and then asked to
produce the very evidence

that would prove your guilt?

Hand it over or throw it away?

Quick now!

Yes, I suppose so.
- Sir--

I'm afraid every
tribe in the country

will hide that boy
from us now, sir.

There's Not the remotest
chance of us ever finding him.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Holmes.

Do not distress yourself, sir.

The boy is innocent.

Can you imagine Chandra Sen, a
professional criminal trained

from early childhood as
an assassin and a thief,

to allow a mere boy, and
a total stranger at that,

to plunge a knife
into his chest?

Dismissed.

But, sir--

I said, dismissed!

Yes, sir.

Holmes, it's Lord Roberts.

I served under him.

"Old Bobs," they used to call
him in the Battle of Maiwand.

Second Afghan Wars.

So you have told, me, Watson.

Lord Roberts, sir!

By Jove, is it really you?

What a sight for sore eyes.

It's good indeed
to see you, sir.

Good to see you, my dear chap.

This is my old friend.

Dr. Watson, sir.

Of course.

Dr. Watson, I presume.

Oh, sir, may I have the honor
of introducing my good friend

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I am honored, sir.

Sherlock Holmes, it
is I who am honored,

sir, to meet you in
the actual flesh.

Well, we must meet and
have a chat later on.

Come along, chaps.

I will show you to
your rooms, gentlemen.

I am Khumalo.

Thank you.

Quite a hectic journey
from Cape Town, wasn't it?

More so than
usual, that is true.

Do you often go to
Cape Town, Khumalo?

From time to time.

I'm in charge of obtaining
provisions for the hotels.

You must be a very
important person hereabouts.

Yes, majordomo.

Welcome, Mr.
Holmes, Dr. Watson.

It's a privilege to have
such distinguished guests.

Thank you.

I do hope you had
a pleasant stay.

Khumalo, is that
a Zulu necklace?

No, David Ndebele.

And Themba, is
he a Matabele too?

No, Xhosa.

Thank you.

Too surly, wasn't he?

Certainly very
sure of himself.

What do you make of the case?

It has been
completely bungled.

Yes, I'd say the
colonial authorities

make Scotland Yard look
awfully good by comparison.

It is I who have
bungled it, Watson.

You are looking as an old fool.

An innocent man is
still in prison.

An innocent boy is
still a fugitive.

And the diamond
is still missing.

And I am no nearer
finding the murderer.

I should have retired to
Sussex and let a better

man take over this case.

Poppycock, Holmes!

You are the best.

I was the best.

Amelia?

Amelia, my dear.

Come here, darling.

I-- uh, my dear,
it's broad daylight.

It's the middle
of the afternoon.

That's all right.

This is Africa!

Look what I've brought
for you, my sweet.

I-- just put it
down and be gone.

Here.

What is it, my pet?

Nothing.

Just tired.

You cry for Chandra
Sen, don't you?

What of it?

So he was your lover!

Get out!

Chandra Sen was not my lover.

No man has been ever since
the death of my husband.

And no man shall be.

Not until I find one who is kind
and gentle and worthy of me.

Do you understand?

I saved you from
poverty and disgrace.

If it weren't for me,
you'd be in debtor's

prison or some-- some brothel!

You'll find no one
as kind to you as I,

and your time for marrying
me is running out.

I will not accept this
humiliation forever, my dear!

I know.

I know.

You will marry me here
in Victoria Falls the day

after tomorrow.

I will think about it,
but now I need to rest.

Of course, of course.

Yes.

Come on, Holmes.

Do you good.

You go, Watson.

I'm not feeling particularly
sociable right now.

Oh, a drink and a
chat, just what you need.

I'm not in the mood
to listen to a lot

of old war reminiscences.

Please give my regards
to Lord Roberts.

War reminiscences indeed.

I go wherever you wish.

Just once I ask you to
accompany me to some good cheer

to brighten your spirits.

What do I hear?

Rubbish about war reminiscences.

Well, good day.

Subtlety was never
your forte, Watson.

Ah, there you are, Holmes!

Jimmy?

Jimmy, where are you?

Jimmy!

Jimmy?

Bravo, Lord Roberts.

Oh, call me Bobs, please.

Everybody does behind my back.

Might as well to my face.

Nay, nay.

Ah, Holmes, Watson,
join us, won't you?

Well, don't mind if I do, sir.

You carry on.

I'll watch.

Croquet is not my game.

Not one of mine
either, sir, I'm afraid.

Oh, nonsense.

Just have to get the hang of it.

Good, well done.

Good shot.

Grazie, Bobs.

Oh, It's quite a coincidence,
really, your coming

today in search of the diamond.

How is that, Lord Roberts?

Only moments ago, I saw
a young James Morrison

walking by toward the Falls.

Served under me in India,
rose to the rank of captain.

Bit of a rotter, though.

Actually, there were
many rotters in India.

Not much else to do.

I was surprised to
find him here, though.

And married, I hear.

Forgive me for seeming
sense, Lord Roberts,

but I still don't
see the coincidence.

Oh, that's because I
haven't told you yet.

You see, it was young Morrison's
father, Colonel Morrison,

who found the Star of Africa.

Extraordinary.

Morrison father and son?

Could you tell me a
little more about it?

It was during the Second
Matabele War, '95, '96.

I'd been called back to
Africa to take command.

King Lobengula's army had
stolen back the treasure

and massacred the
British troops who'd

confiscated it from the palace.

I sent out a party
under Colonel Morrison

to bring back the bodies.

He brought back something more.

Send it to Salisbury under
close guard and advise them

of the discovery back home.

Good work, Morrison.

Thank you, sir.

I shall recommend
you for a decoration.

Thank you, sir.

And I hope you'll give me
the pleasure of tracking down

and bringing to
justice the savages

responsible for this carnage.

Indeed I will.

I've got a scouting
party out now.

I'll let you know
when they report.

Very good, sir.

May I say something, sir?

Of course.

Sir, according to the
Army Act section 12,

any soldier who finds
unclaimed treasure

is entitled to a monetary reward
of 1/20 the value thereof.

All right.

I'll make mention of
that to the War Office.

I don't know if it
applies in this case,

but it can't hurt to ask.

No, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Word came back
from the War Office

that the diamond, which
we soon began calling

the Star of Africa, didn't
come under the heading

of unclaimed treasure,
in that the Matabele and

the British both claimed it.

So poor Colonel Morrison was
out of luck on his reward.

He took it quite
well when I told him.

What of the war?

It took us three weeks
to find the Matabele army.

Once we did, a force under
Morrison won the day.

And the treasure?

Morrison and his men
searched exhaustively,

but they found no
sign of the treasure.

It's remained a mystery
to this very day.

By Jove,
I think I've won.

Oh, capital!

That means you buy us
all a round of drinks.

What a distinguished group.

Just what I want.

Let me capture this collection
of magnificent personages

against the
magnificence of nature.

Jolly good idea,
Mr. President.

Everybody ready?

Yes!

Yes!

All right, now remember, this
is moving pictures, so move.

Dr. Watson, shake hands
with Lord Roberts.

Mr. Holmes, solve crime.

Lord Roberts, do a pincer move.

How about this, huh?

Right?

Amelia, do a little dance.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Lovely, Amelia.

Bravo.

I say, let's stand
over there, shall we?

Beautiful view.

Oh yes, what about
you, Mr. President?

We must take your picture.

Oh, I've-- I've been
photographed enough, thank you.

Not in front of Victoria
Falls, you haven't.

Now, how does this thing work?

Well, it-- it's
a pretty tricky.

Keep the rhythm when
you turn the crank.

One, two, one, two.

I've got it.
I've got it.

One, two, three, four.

Are you all there?

One, two, ready.

Here we go!

One, two, three, four, five.

Good pictures.

One, two-- oh dear!

- Right-o, Dr. Watson.
- I'm so sorry, sir.

It just seemed to get away.
- It's all right.

It's all right.
- Oh, my goodness me.

I'll have to be going.

He'll wonder where I went.

Of course.

Dear Lestrade, stop, would
appreciate all pertinent data

on Greek trader
Constantine Mavropoulos,

stop, the Maharani
of Jubbulpore,

stop, Captain James Morrison,
late Fifth Northumberland

Fusiliers, an American wife,
former Amelia Roosevelt, stop.

Holmes.
- Thank you.

Morning.

You think one of them is
responsible for the murders?

I'm not yet ready to
point the finger, Watson,

but let's say that since
each one has lied to us,

each one has something to hide.

I will know more when I've
contrived to visit their hotel

rooms and inspect their shoes.

Oh, just the chaps
I wanted to see.

I'm organizing a small
safari, a warm up, really,

the real thing.

Lord Roberts, will
you join our safari?

I wish I could, old man.

I'm on my way to inspect our
troops in Upper Rhodesia.

Have a good trip,
your lordship.

The best to you,
Mr. President.

Mr. Holmes and Dr.
Watson, I presume?

Well, what do you say?

Will you join us?

Very well.

Bully.

Ah, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I
have an announcement to make.

Tomorrow, in the little church
inside the Victoria Falls,

the maharani and I
are to be married.

Bravo!

We would be pleased
to have you all join us.

Oh, I say.

Hm.

You completely humiliated
me in front of those people.

How could you do such a thing?

You will marry me tomorrow.

I'll see you dead first!

My dear, I commissioned
a private inquiry

before we left India.

The results have
just reached me.

It seems there is no
trace of your existence

before the day you
turned up at the club

where you met the
Maharajah and myself.

I now have proof that you
are not a brahmin at all,

but are in fact an untouchable
from the state of Travancore.

No!

You have a choice.

You can lose your
title and status

and return to
obscurity and poverty,

or you can marry me tomorrow
in the little church

near Victoria Falls.

The hunt is on.

The guides found lion tracks.

All right, divide up in twos,
but we can't take the horses.

The lions would eat them.

Come on, boy.

Have you ever done this
before, Signor Marconi?

Once or twice.

And you?

Never.

You hunt only men.

Signor Holmes,
there is something

at the far end of that glade.

I don't see anything.

A fine shot.

Not quite a lion, however.

Love, won't you slow down?

I can't keep up!

Amelia, I don't know why
you didn't stay in the hotel.

You can't shoot.

You can't keep up.

You can hardly keep
astride a horse.

Lovey, I'm sorry.

I wanted to be with you.

Is that so terrible?

Please wait!

I'll get lost!

Jimmy, I'm hurting!

Jimmy!

Shoot, damn it!

God's name, why
didn't you shoot?

I did not want
to spoil your fun.

Splendid dancing!

Oh, yes, that will do.

It will do just nicely.

Thank you.

Well, to the hunt.

The hunt.

The hunt.

It would be a
first-timer who brought

down the only lion of the day.

Well, as you said,
Watson, beginner's luck.

Well, from what
I understand, you

were almost a goner with no
help from Marconi, apparently.

No doubt he was
about to wire for help.

You will excuse me.

God, Dr. Watson, quickly!

Strangled.

With what was it?

A rumal.

Just like Dhulup.

Not quite.

For heaven's sake,
Watson, go to bed.

Stop pacing about.

It's hard to sleep,
knowing someone in this camp

is a cold blooded murderer!

How anyone can sleep
at a time like this.

Watson, where are you?

Watson?

In this pit.

I'm done for, Holmes.

I have a snake for company.

Here, catch.

Shine the beam on the snake.

Whistle, Watson.

What?

Whistle.

Lord, now lettest Thou
Thy servant depart in peace,

according to Thy word-- for mine
eyes have seen Thou salvation

which Thou hast prepared before
the face of all the people

to be a light unto the
gentiles to be the glory

of all Thy people Israel.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

I'll do it.

Lots of lumps but nothing
as hard as a diamond.

It appears that
although Mavropoulos

was in financial difficulties
during the past two years,

he's managed to pay
off most of his debts.

There is no record of
the origin of the money.

One of the most perplexing
cases I can remember, Holmes.

We have three dead
bodies, and we're

no nearer finding the murderer
of the Star of Africa.

Finished.

Yes, and now I think
it's time for lunch.

Ahem.

Yes, please, boss.

I heard a noise.

I was worried.

What seems to be the trouble?

This stupid boy, he
let someone take a bottle

of strong, strong acid.

When mixed with water,
is used for cleaning.

Why some guest would
want, I not know.

Could kill somebody.

Killed many people dead.

Which guest was it?

The man with the glasses, and
fuzzy hair over lip and ears.

Say "bully, bully, bully."

Here you are, your gin, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Holmes, no time for lunch.

I have news.

A bottle of poison has been
taken from the kitchen.

The cook described a man none
other than Theodore Roosevelt.

What could he be doing
with such deadly stuff

but plotting another murder!

Are you suggesting
that the former president

of the United States is a
murderer and a jewel thief?

Why not?

It could be, to quote someone
who's opinion I respect.

"When you've excluded the
impossible, whatever remains,

however improbable,
must be the truth"

You know my methods, Watson,
and you have applied them.

But are you certain that you
have excluded the impossible?

Supposing he's an impostor?

There isn't a moment to lose.

I'll get the key.

Strange, the curtains drawn
in the full light of day.

Stranger still.

Who goes there, damn it?

Sherlock Holmes and Dr.
Watson, who has a revolver.

What in blazes is
going on, Holmes?

Is this some kind of a prank?

Was it a prank,
sir, to make off

with a large amount of deadly
acid from the hotel kitchen?

You suspected me?

It's hydrochloric acid,
sir, used in developing.

I think it's almost done.

Look.

This is how you develop the
flickers so they can be shown.

Mr. President, I am a fool.

Ah.

I apologize.

Nonsense.

It is an honor to be a suspect
yet again, even briefly,

of the great Sherlock Holmes.

I am going to show
these films tonight

to all the hotel guests.

Who is it?

It's Jimmy.

Oh, darling, I came
as soon as I could.

I just couldn't get away.

I understand.

I finally persuaded her
to go down to the bar

and annoy her cousin
instead of me.

Oh, darling,
who is doing this?

I wish I knew.

I was so convinced that
it was Constantine,

but now that Constantine is--

They must suspect me.

I mean, who could have wanted
him dead any more than I?

Or I?

You didn't, did you?

Of course not.

Should I ask you the same?

Of course I didn't.

Not that I didn't
think about it.

And often.

Searched his room
from top to bottom.

It isn't there.

Where can it be?

He didn't give
it to you, did he?

Are you accusing
me of actually

taking the diamond and--

No, no, no.

But where is it?

Lobengula's treasure map.

What are you doing here?

I brought you flowers, sir.

Stop, thief!

Mr. Marconi, would you
turn off the lights, please?

I'm afraid the camera
is a little out of kilter

because of the long voyage.

It's a delicate gadget.

I might be able to mend
it for you, Mr. President.

Excellent.

I'll give it to you as
soon as we're finished.

All right, here we go.

Oh, isn't that lovely?

Ah, it is me acting the clown.

Oh, look, Jimmy,
it's really me.

I look so silly.

Oh, look at the Falls.

Aren't they absolutely grand.

Oh, Mr. Holmes looking
slightly embarrassed, I think.

Dr. Watson is not
embarrassed at all.

Oh, look, there's Bobs
doing his pincer movement.

Oh, yes.

Amelia, what a
delightful dance!

Bravo, bravo!

Bravo.

Oh, well, hope you
liked our little show.

The camera.

Oh, yes.

I will have it back with
you as soon as possible.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Roosevelt, do
you think that you

could show those last few
feet of film for me once more?

Oh, yes.

Let me just rewind
a little footage.

All right, there you go.

Can you stop the
pictures from moving?

Well, yes, but they are
called moving pictures.

Now.

OK, just let me--

oh, my, my.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Holmes.

Has a telegram come
for me from England?

I'm afraid not, sir.

The wires are down.

Foul play?

Yes, by giraffes.

They have this nasty habit
of not ducking when they walk

between the telegraph poles.

Happens every few months.

When can it be repaired?

It could be a week till
the engineer gets out here.

I see.

Is there any other way to get
a message to or from England?

Oh, yes, by
runner and steamer,

but it requires 17 days.

I see.

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

Signor Marconi, forgive me
if I intrude upon your leisure.

No intrusion at all, sir.

Did you by any chance
bring your wireless with you?

I never go anywhere
without it, Signor Holmes.

Then, could you send a
message to London for me?

From here to London?

No.

Some day, I hope
to achieve that.

I see.

Well, thank you for your time.

But I might be able
to reach a British ship

approaching the Cape.

And she could relay the signal
to another one off of West

Africa, and so on,
and so on, until we

reach the London office.
- Could you indeed?

I wonder if you'd be good
enough to transmit this for me.

Si, it will take some time.

I will begin straight away.

Thank you.

What?

The stole the map.

Who did?

That gardener fellow.

What in the devil
did we do all this for?

No diamond.

Now no map!

You are absolutely worthless!

It's all right,
it's all right.

I know what to do.

That's novel!

Good afternoon, madam.

I'd like some
more tea, please.

Some more tea.

Will there be anything else?

Holmes, Holmes!

Signor Marconi says
to come at once.

Locked up Howrah prison.

Stop.

Lestrade.

Stop.

Thank you.

Mavropoulos, Morrison,
and Maharajah of

Jubbulpore inveterate gamblers.

Stop.

All lost fortunes
at Calcutta Club

to a certain Moraga Bantani.

Portuguese gambler and
confidence trickster

now locked up in Howrah Prison.

Stop.

Lestrade.

Stop.

Is that correct?
- Certo.

I hope this information helps
you with your investigation,

Signor Holmes.

It does, Signor Marconi.

It does, much more
than you can imagine.

Didn't sound all
that helpful to me.

Watson, do you remember
the curious incident

of the dog in the night time?

Uh, the dog did nothing
in the night time.

That was the curious incident.

Mr. Roosevelt!

Mr. Marconi.

I ahve adjusted the frameplate
on your camera very slightly.

It should work well now.

My deepest thanks to you, sir.

What a bully day this will be.

Bellissima!

Fresh air, just what you need.

No, you go on.

I think I'll go to the hotel.

Nonsense.

I, for one, won't
go without you.

I want to go.

Don't you dare
ruin my day for me.

Ah.

Refreshments, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

How goes the
investigation, huh?

It goes at a snail's pace,
I'm sorry to say, Mr. President.

Then, you don't know who
stole the Star of Africa.

Yes, I know that.

Well, who?

Keep me in suspense no longer.

The safe was robbed by
Constantine Mavropoulos.

Ah-hah.

Together with Chandra
Sen and Ram Dhulup.

And

Every of them deceased,
as though someone

is meting out retribution.

Somebody or something?

Two are still very much alive.

Captain Morrison.

I always suspected him.

And maharani.

No, a woman?

But who has the diamond, then?

None of them, it seems.

Huh?

Oh?

But if they stole
the Star of Africa,

why would they come
to Victoria Falls

instead of fleeing the country
with the greatest of haste?

Because the theft of
the diamond is only half

of the crime that
they intend to commit.

Well, please tell us
the other half, sir.

You will recall the
story that Lord Milner

told me about the Matabele.

I will tell you the story.

It is not based on unimpeachable
history but to deduced facts.

Well, tell away, sir.

Captain Morrison's father,
Colonel Morrison, and his men

conquered King Lobengula's army.

Just imagine a small
change in the story.

One of the Matabele got away.

Colonel Morrison
followed the tribesman.

Now, I don't know where
he led him, possibly

to some hidden pit or cave.

That is for us to discover.

Wherever the hiding
place may be,

I'm quite certain that I
know what was hidden there.

Colonel Morrison
reported to Lord Roberts

that he had found no
trace of the treasure.

He revealed otherwise
in the family bible.

Young Morrison
will be murdering

all of his accomplices
in order to save all

of the treasure for himself.

Perhaps.

Be careful Watch
where you step.

Oh, poor Amelia.

is she?

I'm afraid so.

Dear Amelia.

She must have become faint
and slipped off the bridge.

So it would seem.

Watson, I think you should
carry out a post-mortem.

Good God, she was torn
apart by a crocodile.

You saw it happen.

Nevertheless.

A horrible way to die.

If indeed that is
the way she died.

The question is, was she
alive when she hit the water?

Ah.

Well, at least Mr. Roosevelt's
bullets put a stop to the beast

before it could ravage
her face and neck.

For which we
should be grateful.

What do you make of this?

A scratch.

The left arm and shoulder
are covered with them.

She must have been
flung against the bank.

Is this mark on her neck
also a scratch, Doctor?

No.

It looks like a
small foreign object.

A dart tipped with radix
pedis diaboli, a poison

extracted from the
devil's foot root

by many of the local tribes.

Such as the Matabele!

It's possible.

Khumalo is our killer, then.

He burnt Morrison's map.

He was on the train!

He is a Matabele, the tribe
connected with the treasure!

Khumalo is certainly
the guide to finding

the treasure, but if he
is the murderer, then

how do you explain the rumal
which killed Mavropoulos?

Well, another thug
must have killed him!

Maharani?

Ridiculous.

A woman?

I would very much
like to see her chest.

Holmes!

The tattoo,
Watson, the tattoo!

Oh!

It's Morrison.

He picked up the
secrets at the Thugs

when he was serving in India!

Also possible.

He must have
killed Mavropoulos

to try and keep some of
the treasure for himself!

And Khumalo killed
Mrs. Morrison.

Am I right?

You know, Watson, I'm
quite convinced that somebody

wants me to reach exactly
the same conclusion

that you have done.

Good.

Who?

The murderer.

We beseech Thee to bless,
hallow, and consecrate

this grave, that it
may be a resting place,

peaceful and secure, for the
body of Thy servant which we

are about to commit to
Thy gracious kingdom,

who art the resurrection
and the life,

and who livest and reignest with
the Father and the Holy Ghost,

one God, world
without end, amen.

The entire left side of
my body has gone to sleep.

Shift your weight, Watson.

I can't shift my weight
because the entire left side

of my body is asleep.

Are you actually sure it
will be tonight, Holmes?

It's almost tomorrow.

I've been wrong on
three occasions, Watson.

Who can tell?
This might be the fourth.

Follow him?

No, follow them.

Who?

Them.

God.

Surely he knows
he's being followed.

Yes, he knows.

Then why doesn't he
lead them into a trap

the same way he did me?

That's exactly what
he is doing, Watson.

Ah.

Hurry, it'll be light soon.

This must be the cave
my father told me about.

So this is it?

Finally.

Be on your guard.

Be on your guard.

Where is he?

He must have taken a
turning that we missed.

Never mind.

Look at this!

Look at this!

I can't believe it!

I'll be rich!

And I thought my father
never did anything for me!

How are we ever going to
get all of this out of here?

You need to worry about that.

Neither the treasure
nor you are going

to leave this chamber alive.

Drop your weapons.

Now, where is the kutono stone?

What you call "the
Star of Africa."

We don't have it.

You must believe us.

Mr. Mavropoulos had it,
but somebody must have stolen

it from him when he was killed.

By the two of you!

No, honestly.

We killed no one.

They're all dead now.

Who else but you could
have killed them?

That is indeed the question.

Take the gun.

Holmes, kill him and we'll
divide the treasure with you!

Yes.

The way you divided
it with Mavropoulos,

Dhulup, Sen, and Mrs. Morrison?

We didn't kill them.

We don't know who did.

Amelia had nothing
to do with this.

She was perfectly innocent.

You must believe that!

Such a loving husband
all of a sudden.

You just leave
Amelia out of this.

At least she was kind
and honest, loyal.

And rich, and a pig!

Enough.

You married your wife for her
inheritance, Captain Morrison.

And you spent it all to pay off
gambling debts run up playing

cards with the Maharajah of
Jubbulpore and Constantine

Mavropoulos, all of you losing
to an unscrupulous confidence

trickster and cardsharp by
the name of Moraga Bantini.

Was it then that you met the
maharani fell in love with her?

Did you tell her about
your father's map?

And was it she who talked
Mavropoulos into financing

this expedition, by making him
believe that he had a chance

of gaining her affections?

What of it?

He was a worthless boor.

His only saving grace
was his fortune.

Just like your dreary wife.

Unfortunately, for you, madam,
because of business failures

and gambling debts,
Mavropoulos had no fortune.

He was not worth one penny.

That's ridiculous!

He paid for everything!

Get back, you two!

Watson, Watson, this way!

The whole cave's gonna collapse!

No, Jimmy!

No, let me go!

Jimmy, Jimmy!

No!

Can you hear me?

Changed your name,
moved to a new district,

pretended to be a Brahmin in
order to start a better life.

Yes.

You and your brother
were raised by the Thugs.

Brother?

Yes.

He also changed his name to--

Ch-- Chandra Sen.

Holmes, how did
you know that Chandra

San was the maharani's brother?

It was written in their faces.

The likeness was there
for all who cared to look,

but too many people
see but do not observe.

Sir, we have sad news.

I want you to gather together
all the guests of the hotel.

I'm afraid I can't.

Most of them checked out during
the night, due to the death.

What?

You know about the death?

Yes, of course.

It came by wire.

Exactly what death
are we talking about?

His Majesty King
Edward, of course.

What?

The King.

Tell me everything you know.

He died of a severe
bronchial malady.

The President of the
United States, Mr. Taft,

telegraphed
ex-president Roosevelt,

asking him to represent
his country at the funeral.

He left on the
overnight train to catch

a steamer in Cape Town.

When Signor Marconi heard about
it, he decided to go also,

saying that he felt
it was time to attempt

a reconciliation with his wife.

That's everything I know.

Of course, of course!

What a fool I've been.

I must join that steamer.

Can we get to Cape
Town before it sails?

Impossible.

The next train for Cape Town
isn't for another three days.

You could board the next ship,
perhaps only a day later.

I'll consult my timetables here.

No, no, no.

There's no time for that.

I must get to England no
later than the party that

left last night, or England will
never see the Star of Africa

again.

Can't we go overland
by some other means?

No, I'm afraid the
train is the fastest.

Wait, there is one way
that might just get you.

If you take the morning
train north to Zanzibar,

then catch a steamer there
through the Suez Canal,

across the Mediterranean, then
travel by rail from Gibraltar,

you might just make it.

What time is that train?

It's due now.

Whoa, Holmes, not again!

I'm still too old for
this, damn it, Holmes!

Jump, Watson!

It's our only chance!

There's one thing
I don't understand, Holmes.

From whom did Mavropoulos borrow
the money for the expedition.

Bantini.

Bantini?

Yes.

But Bantini was
in Howrah Prison.

No, he was not.

He was in Cape Town when
the Star was stolen.

He was on the train when
Chandra Sen was murdered.

He was on safari when
Mavropoulos was strangled.

And he was under the
bridge to blow the dart

into Mrs. Morrison's neck.

He was clever, but
not clever enough.

Remarkable.

Not really, Watson.

Elementary.

Whoa, whoa.

We must find Marconi at once.

Mr. Roosevelt, Mr. Roosevelt!

Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson.

Mr. President, it is
of the utmost urgency

that I should find your
moving picture camera at once!

Oh, well, I gave
it to Marconi.

He volunteered to
photograph the funeral.

Miss Langtry, what
are you doing here?

Dr. Watson, how
nice to see you.

- Raffles.
- Are you--

Holmes!

Holmes, Holmes, I've just seen--

I see him too, Watson.

Marconi!

Arrest that man!

Arrest him.

He's an imposter!

Mr. Marconi.

Lower it slowly.

Good old, Watson.

Got your telegram, Mr. Holmes.

We came as soon as we could.

Not a moment too soon.

Right.

What is the meaning of this?

The Marconi Company will
lodge a formal protest

with the government.

You can drop the pretense.

We know that you are
not Signor Marconi.

You are Moraga Bantini, and
you are wanted for fraud

by the authorities in India.

And you will soon be wanted
for grand larceny and murder

by the authorities
in South Africa.

I checked at Mr.
Holmes' request.

It appears that Signor
Marconi and his wife

are on holiday on
the way to America.

On that brand new vessel
the Titanic, I should imagine.

No, no.

The maiden voyage was delayed.

So they had to change
to another vessel.

Rotten luck.

Yes, a false compartment.

No doubt built by Bantini when
he borrowed this contraption,

ostensibly to repair it.

The Star of Africa!

The same.

Take him to the Yard.

Serves him right!

Quite.

Thank you so much, Mr. Holmes.

My instructions are to
take the Star of Africa

for safekeeping, Mr. Holmes.

Oh, yes, yes.

Here you are.

Goes?

Stays.

Goes.

Stays.

Goes.

Stays.

In fact, I'll stay as well.

The bees can wait a while.

Your brother, sir.

His Majesty King
George was not amused.

Mycroft, what a
pleasant surprise.

I'll venture that you are
not surprised in the least.

With great ceremony, the
police have just hand

over a worthless false
diamond to the keepers

of the crown jewels!

Ah yes.

The counterfeit stone
that I handed to Lestrade.

He looked so pompous I
couldn't resist the temptation.

I suppose that this is the
closest that I will ever

come to handing
the Star of Africa

personally to my
sovereign as I planned.

So you kept the real diamond
and substituted a fake one when

you handed it over to Lestrade.

Perhaps.

Either that or I switched
them in Cape Town in the vault

the night before the robbery.

Well, I never.

So you had the real
stone all the time,

and the thieves
had the fake one.

Could that be true?

When you write the
story, Watson, you decide.