All language subtitles for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes S01E01 - A Scandal in Bohemia_Track03

Psst.

Got you.

- Now, look here...

- But, ma'am...
- Close the window, John.

'To Sherlock Holmes,
she was always The Woman.

'The beautiful Irene Adler,
of dubious and questionable memory.'

'At the time of our involvement
in the Irene Adler case,

'Holmes and I had been sharing rooms
in Baker Street for some years.

'My practice had caused me to be absent
in the country for several days.

'As usual, after leaving Holmes
for any length of time,

'I returned filled with apprehension
as to his mood.'

- Oh...
- Oh, hello, Mrs Hudson.

Dr Watson, just look at you,
half-soaked to the skin.

I have just spent 20 minutes standing
in the pouring rain waiting for a cab.

It won't do that old wound of yours
any good getting so wet, Doctor.

I'll take this coat and your hat
and see that they're properly dried.

Mrs Hudson, I haven't eaten all day.
I do hope supper will be up very soon.

That's very doubtful. I don't know what's
come over Mr Holmes. He's on edge.

I'm not to bring up supper
until I'm called.

Those were his orders.

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

My dear Holmes.

What is it tonight?
Morphine? Or cocaine?

Well, I can strongly recommend
a seven per cent solution of cocaine.

Would you care to try it?

No, indeed.

I speak not only as your friend
but as a medical man.

How can you risk such damage

to the great powers
with which you have been endowed?

- It clarifies and stimulates the mind.
- Yes, and destroys it, in time.

My mind rebels at stagnation.

Give me problems, give me work.

Give me the most abstruse cryptogram,
the most intricate analysis,

and I am in my proper atmosphere.

Then I can dispense
with artificial stimulants.

For I abhor the dull routine of existence.

I crave mental exultation.

That is why I have chosen
my own profession, or rather, created it.

For I am the only one in the world.

- The only unofficial detective.
- Unofficial consulting detective.

I take no credit in my cases.

The work, the pleasure of finding a field
for my powers, is my highest reward.

You can close that drawer.

You have made
the wrong diagnosis, Doctor.

I have my stimulant... here.

I hope you enjoyed
your week in the country.

It was good for the appetite. Incidentally,
I do wish you would ring for supper.

- What is this?
- I must get ready for my visitor.

It came by the morning post.

Give me your observations.

Well, it's undated
and without either signature or address.

Good. Read it aloud.

"Dear Mr Holmes,

"There will call upon you tonight,
at a quarter to eight,

"a gentleman who..."

- We've only a few minutes, Holmes.
- Go on.

"...a gentleman who desires to consult
with you upon a matter of deep moment.

"Your services
to one of the royal houses of Europe

"have shown you may be safely trusted

"with matters which are of an importance
which can hardly be exaggerated.

"This account of you
we have from all quarters received.

"Be in your chamber then."

Good heavens, this is a mystery indeed.
What do you imagine it means?

It is a capital mistake to theorise
before one has data.

But the note itself,
what do you deduce from it?

- It's a man's writing.
- Good.

Presumably well-to-do. It's expensive
paper, peculiarly strong and stiff.

Peculiar, that is the very word.
It is not English paper at all.

Hold it up to the light.

Ah. Large E, small G.

Large P and G with a...
small T woven into the texture.

And that is?

Maker's monogram.

Excellent, Watson. Come along.

Let us consult our continental gazetteer.

Your cigars.
I was not unmindful of your return.

- Oh, Holmes.
- Care for some whisky?

Later, perhaps, when we've eaten.

The monogram is an abbreviation
for Papier Gesellschaft,

the German for "paper company",

and the EG... Eglow, Eglonitz, Egria.

"A German-speaking district of Bohemia

"noted for its numerous glass factories
and paper mills."

Bohemia. The kingdom of Bohemia.

And the note is written by a German.

"This account of you
we have from all quarters received."

Only a German is
so uncourteous to his verbs.

We are to expect
a German from Bohemia.

Here he is.

Drawn by a pair. A nice little brougham.

There's money in this case,
if nothing else.

Your visitor will want me out of the way.

Not a bit. Stay where you are.

I am lost without my Boswell.

But he sounded so secretive.

I may need your help and so may he.

Stay in that armchair and give me
your full attention. Here he comes.

Sir, you cannot come in here
unannounced like this.

Mr Holmes does not see anybody
without appointment.

I'm so sorry, Mr Holmes.
There was nothing I could do.

It's perfectly all right, Mrs Hudson.

If you would kindly leave us
and close the door.

Thank you.

- You had my note?
- Yes. Pray take a seat.

This is my friend and colleague
Dr Watson, who occasionally helps me.

How do you do, sir?

Who do I have the honour to address?

You may address me as the Count
von Kramm, a Bohemian nobleman.

I should much prefer
to communicate with you alone.

No, it is both or none.

You may say before this gentleman
anything you may wish to say to me.

Very well, I take your word that
he is a man of honour and discretion.

But I must begin by binding you both

to absolute secrecy
for a period of two years.

Indeed.

After that,
the matter will be of no importance.

Now it is of such weight that it may have
an influence upon European history.

I promise.

And I.

You will excuse this mask.

The august person who employs me
wishes his agent to be unknown to you.

In fact, I may confess
that the title I've given you

is not exactly my own.

I was aware of that.

The circumstances are of great delicacy.

Every precaution must be taken
to prevent an immense scandal

which would seriously compromise
one of the royal houses of Europe.

To speak plainly, the matter concerns
the great house of Ormstein,

hereditary kings of Bohemia.

I was aware of that too, Your Majesty.

You are right.

I am the King.

Why should I attempt to conceal it?

Why indeed?

Your Majesty had not spoken
before I was aware

that I was addressing Wilhelm
Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein,

Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein
and hereditary King of Bohemia

and, in passing,
the finest duellist in Europe.

- You have killed four opponents.
- Honourably.

Of course.

- The facts are briefly these.
- Ah.

Some ten years ago,
during a lengthy visit to Warsaw,

I made the acquaintance of
the well-known adventuress Irene Adler.

The name is, no doubt, familiar to you?

Kindly look her up in my index,
will you, Watson?

So, I deduce that Your Majesty
became entangled with this lady,

wrote her compromising letters
and wants to get them back.

Precisely so.
But how could you know that?

Er, Abineri, Italian General Staff...
Addison...

Ah. Adler, Irene.

Born New Jersey, 1858.

- Is this the lady?
- New Jersey. Let me see.

"Singer, contralto. Appeared
at La Scala, Petersburg and Warsaw.

"Retired from the operatic stage,
living in London.

"Makes occasional
concert appearances."

That is the lady.

- Was there a secret marriage?
- None.

- No legal papers or certificates?
- None.

Then I fail to follow Your Majesty. If this
person should produce your letters

for blackmailing or other purposes,
how is she to prove their authenticity?

- There is the writing.
- Pooh-pooh! Forgery.

- My private writing paper.
- Stolen.

- My own seal.
- Imitated.

- My photograph.
- Bought.

We were both in that photograph.

'Oh, dear, dear, dear.'

Yes, that is very bad.

Your Majesty has
certainly committed an indiscretion.

She was beautiful,
bewitching, clever, daring.

'I was only Crown Prince then.'

I was young.

I am but 30 now.

Of course, Your Majesty has attempted
to recover the photograph.

We have tried and failed.

Then Your Majesty must pay.
It must be bought.

- She will not sell.
- Stolen, then.

Five attempts have been made.

Twice, burglars in my pay
ransacked her house.

Once we diverted her luggage
when she travelled.

Twice she has been waylaid.

There has been no sign of it.

You laugh?

- It is serious.
- Mmm.

Yes, it is. Very serious indeed.

What does she propose to do with this
photograph, if not to extort money?

To ruin me.

- How?
- I'm about to be married.

So I've heard.

To the Princess Clotilde
von Saxe-Meningen,

daughter to the King of Scandinavia.

- It is a brilliant match.
- Precisely.

But you will know
the strict principles of her family.

She is herself the soul of delicacy.

A shadow of doubt as to my conduct
would bring the matter to an end.

'And Irene Adler? '

'Threatens to send them
the photograph.

'And she'll do it.

'She has a soul of steel.

'She's more beautiful than any woman,
more resolute than any man.'

There are no lengths
to which she would not go, none,

to prevent my marriage
to another woman.

Your Majesty,

why is this lady so vindictive?

Oh, there was once
some talk of marriage.

Ha!

She would not see
that it was impossible.

You are sure that she has not sent
the photograph yet?

- I am sure.
- Why?

It may be on its way at this moment.

She said she would send it when
the betrothal was publicly proclaimed.

That will be next Monday.

I must leave London on Friday
to be home for the ceremony.

Then we do have three days.

That is very fortunate,
for I do have other matters in hand.

Where can I find Your Majesty
in London?

At the Langham Hotel.

As the Count von Kramm, remember?

Yes, of course. And as to expenditure?

Here are £300 in gold
and 700 in notes.

And Miss Irene Adler's address?

Good night, Your Majesty. I trust
we shall soon have good news for you.

Holmes, we can dine at Romano's.

But we only have three days.
Till Friday.

It must be settled by Friday.

Tchaikovsky's conducting
his own works at the St James's Hall.

It must be settled by Friday.

My dear Watson, I'd like to be alone.

- You are hungry?
- Yes.

- Mrs Hudson will bring a sandwich.
- A sandwich?

We will not discuss this matter
until tomorrow afternoon. Good night.

Better than working, innit, mate?

- What is?
- Looking on.

I'd change with you any time, guv.

- Out of a position, are you?
- Eight weeks.

- And me a first-class groom.
- Are you?

You can give me a hand if you like.
I'd see you all right.

Why not?
Give her the price of the booze.

I thought it was her booze.

Strap the mare.
Show us what you can do.

I spent a couple of hours
with the cabby and his cronies.

Miss Irene Adler has certainly turned
all men's heads in those parts.

She's the daintiest thing
under a bonnet on this planet.

So say the Serpentine Mews fraternity,
to a man.

She lives quietly.

Drives out at five in the evening,

returns at seven, sharp, for dinner.

Seldom goes out at other times
except when she sings.

She has only one male visitor
but sees a good deal of him.

He calls once a day and often twice.

His name is a Mr Godfrey Norton
of the Inner Temple.

You see the advantages
of having a cab man as a confidant?

Mr Godfrey Norton is a lawyer.
That is important.

Ominous, perhaps.

'Why his repeated visits?

'Is she his client, friend or mistress?

'Lf he is her lawyer, he might have
the photograph in his strongbox.

'Lf her lover,
he might not even know of it.'

Art thou troubled?

Music will calm thee

Art thou weary?

Rest shall be thine...

'She had just begun to sing -

'she has the voice of an angel, Watson -

'when a truly surprising
chain of events overtook me,

'starting with the arrival of someone
I presumed to be Mr Godfrey Norton.'

Wait for me, will you?

Fetch your mistress's carriage.

Drive like the devil.
Church of St Monica, Edgware Road.

I must arrive before twelve.
That gives you twenty minutes.

Half a guinea if you do it.

'She is a lovely woman, Watson.

'With a face that a man might die for.'

'Face a man might die for? '

- Unusual language for you, Holmes.
- Just a metaphor, Watson.

I was just about to sprint after her landau
and perch on the back

when another cab came.

He looked twice at such a shabby fare,

but I jumped in
before he had time to object.

I promised him a sovereign if he could
get me to the church within 20 minutes.

I don't think that I have ever
been driven faster in a cab,

but they were there before us.

- I'm very sorry, Mr Norton...
- For pity's sake. It's almost midday.

The latest time allowed by law.

I would have called in a coachman, but I
saw no reason to tell them our business,

and sent them for a drink.

- Oh, dear Lord!
- Godfrey.

You! You! Come here, man.

Yes, I mean you.

We've only a few minutes left
or it won't be legal. Come, man.

Hold this and do as you're told.

You'll be paid.

Ah. We have our witness.

The ceremony may proceed.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
in the sight of God

to join together this man and this woman
in holy matrimony,

which is an honourable estate

instituted of God
in the time of man's innocency,

signifying to us the mystical union
that is betwixt Christ and his Church.

- Irene.
- I allowed you to persuade me.

Now you must allow me to persuade you.

- I shall see you tomorrow.
- At the very first moment.

I love you.

John?

Hey, you!

Come here, my man.

Come here.

Godfrey, let me.

Sir, I want to thank you

for being so miraculously present
when we needed you.

How fortunate
that you have remained close by.

Well, I'm in no hurry, ma'am.

I hope you will accept this.

I don't need no tip, ma'am.

Oh, sir, let us call it a little souvenir.

She gave me a sovereign.

- Here it is.
- What an extraordinary turn of events.

I shall wear it on my watch chain
in memory of the occasion.

And what now?

During the ceremony,
I thought my plans had been overthrown.

If they had departed immediately,

I would have to have taken
prompt and energetic measures.

But he went back to the Temple
and she went to her own home,

thus giving us time to act.

How?

Doctor, I shall require
all your courage and alertness.

I shall be delighted.

- You don't mind breaking the law?
- Not in the least.

Nor running the chance of arrest?

Not in a good cause.

- The cause is excellent.
- Well, then, I am your man.

Splendid.

Cab!

Now, the question is...

Holmes, you really do look
quite remarkable.

The question is
where to find the photograph.

- The house has twice been burgled.
- She was too clever for them.

She is a remarkable woman.

- They must have searched thoroughly.
- They did not know how to look.

- And how will you look?
- I shall not look.

- What, then?
- I will allow her to show me.

- But she will refuse.
- She will not be able to.

Ah! We draw near the scene of action.

We had better walk from here.

You know your instructions?

When you raise your hand, I act.

We meet at the rendezvous
in ten minutes.

Here she comes.

Whoa!

Oh, no, you don't.

- I was here first.
- I opened the door, lady.

- He never, ma'am. It was me.
- Clear off, you two.

Let me go!

Opening carriage doors
is a legitimate means of livelihood.

You can't stop a man earning a copper.

Let me pass.

- Let go of my coachman.
- Take the bread from my mouth, eh?

- I'll fill your mouth, chum. Here!
- Oh!

No, no, no! Peace!
Peace, gentlemen. Please, I beg you.

Madam, I must protect you.

Stop that! You, stop it!

Stand back. You see what you've done?

He's dead.
Scarper before the coppers come.

He's still breathing
but he's taken a bad knock.

- I am sorry, ma'am.
- You did your best, John.

- Is he badly hurt?
- It is only superficial.

- But he needs attention quickly.
- He can't lie in the street.

Bring him into the house.

All right, sir?

Oh, you're conscious. Thank goodness.

You are a brave man.

Over here, Willard.

No, no. Stand back.
I shall look after my friend in need.

Sir, will you look toward me?

It is no sight for a lady.

I have strong nerves, dear friend.

No, I cannot permit... Thank you.

A bandage.

As you wish.

I'm so relieved
that your wound isn't serious.

It is but shallow
and the concussion wears off.

- How extraordinary.
- Madam?

That so many people should gather
in such a quiet little turning.

Well, it's the gang, madam.
It was all prearranged to rob you.

All those men to snatch one little purse?

Oh, no, dear friend,
it wouldn't have paid them.

My vocation takes me much among
the poor and even the criminal classes.

Look at those people staring.

Curiosity is so unseemly,
but, I fear, universal.

Ohh. I am so sorry,
I think I'm going to faint.

- Agh! Air. I need some air.
- Willard, the window.

- Some drinking water.
- Are there any smelling salts?

Madam?

Madam, I think I can smell fire.

What?

Fire! Fire!

Fire! Fire!

- Fire!
- There's a fire.

Madam, come out of here quickly.
I'll take care of the old gentleman.

I can't breathe.

It's a false alarm! Look!

It's a trick! Tell them!

It's a false alarm. Do you hear?

We do not need the fire engine.

What is it?

It is a plumber's rocket, madam.
One of my flock is a plumber.

It is ignited by a cap

and sends smoke into pipes
to betray cracks and holes.

No, it's all right. It will disperse.

You said it was a trick.

- Who would play such a trick on me?
- One of the gang, madam.

But to what purpose?
I have escaped them.

Revenge.

Revenge?

Are there such wicked people?

There are people in this world, madam,

to whom revenge is, in itself, a reward.

I cannot imagine such feelings.

I'm sure you cannot, madam.

I am feeling more myself.

I must be on my way.

Oh, please stay. Some refreshment.

Well, one of my flock expects me.

Won't you let my carriage take you?

No, the air will aid my recovery.

At least your name, your address...

that I may thank you adequately.

Well, I am just a humble servant, madam,

of the all-seeing Providence.

Good night.

Good night.

You did it very nicely, Doctor.

- You have the photograph?
- No, but I know where it is.

- How did you find out?
- She showed me, as I told you.

But it still remains in her possession.
You may have lost your one chance.

No. I shall call early tomorrow morning.

- You'll call there?
- And as my own self.

- And with the King.
- The King?

And with you, Watson.

You must be a witness
at the end of our quest.

I trust you will sleep well tonight
for a change, Holmes.

There's nothing like success
for curing insomnia.

Good night,
Mr Sherlock Holmes.

- Watson!
- Holmes.

- But she could not love him.
- I am in hopes that she does.

- Why?
- It would spare you future annoyance.

If she loves her husband,
then she does not love Your Majesty.

If she does not love you, why should
she interfere with your marriage?

- Mr Sherlock Holmes, I believe.
- I am Mr Holmes.

My mistress told me
you were likely to call.

She left this morning with her husband

by the 5.15 train from Charing Cross
for the continent.

- She has left England?
- Never to return, sir.

All is lost.

Wir sind gerettet.

This is not it.

Holmes, this is a different photograph.

Do you hear me, man?

The letter.

It is addressed to me.

"My dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,

"You did it very well.

"You took me in completely. Until after
the alarm of fire I had not a suspicion.

"But when I found
that I had betrayed myself,

"it flashed into my mind that I had been
warned against you months ago.

"I had been told that if the King
employed an agent, it would be you,

"yet, with all this, you made me reveal
what you wanted to know.

"Even before, when the presence
of so many people in the street

"had sounded an alarm in my instinct,

"I could not think evil
of such a dear, kind old clergyman."

'But you know,
I have been trained as an actress myself

'and male costume is nothing new to me.

'Yes, it was I
who followed you to your door,

'just to make sure that you really were
the celebrated Mr Sherlock Holmes.

'It was I who rather imprudently
wished you good night.

'Then I started for the Temple
to see my new husband.

'We had married in secret in case we had
to leave the country to elude the King.

'Your appearance on the scene
was the signal for flight.

'You are too formidable an antagonist.

'You will find the nest empty
when you call tomorrow.

'As to the photograph,

'your client may rest in peace.

'I love and am loved
by a better man than he.'

"The King may..."

"The King may do what he will
without hindrance

"from one whom he has cruelly wronged.

"I kept it only to safeguard myself
and to preserve a weapon

"which will always secure me
from any steps he may take."

"There is more.

"I leave another photograph
which he might care to possess,

"and I remain, dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,
very truly yours.

"Irene Norton, née Adler."

'What a woman!

'What a queen she would have made! '

Is it not a pity she was not on my level?

From what I have seen of the lady,
she is on a very different level to you.

I am only so sorry
that I have failed in my commission.

On the contrary, my dear sir.
Nothing could be more successful.

I know that her word is inviolate.

The photograph is now as safe
as if it were in the fire.

I am glad that Your Majesty thinks so.

I am immensely indebted to you.
Tell me in what way I can reward you.

This ring...

Your Majesty has something
which I should value even more highly.

You have but to name it.

This.

Irene's photograph?
Certainly, if you wish it.

Then I have the honour to wish
Your Majesty a very good morning.

'And that was how
a great scandal threatened Bohemia

'and how the best plans
of Mr Sherlock Holmes

'were beaten by a woman's wit.

'He used to sneer much
at the cleverness of women

'but I have not heard him do it of late.

'And when he speaks of Irene Adler
or when he refers to that woman,

'it is always under the honourable title
of The Woman.

'Ln his eyes,
she eclipses the whole of her sex.

'It was not that he ever betrayed
any sign of love for Irene Adler.

'All emotions such as that one
are abhorrent to his cold, precise mind.

'He only looks on women pathologically,

'as the source of motives, clues,

'and yet he keeps her photograph apart,
locked up.

'There is but one woman to him,

'the beautiful Irene Adler

'of dubious and questionable memory.'