All language subtitles for Blind.track_3_exp.eng

(dramatic orchestral music)

There is a tavern in
the town, in the town

And there my true love sits
him down, sits him down

And drinks his wine
'mid laughter free

And never, never
thought of me

Fare thee well, for
I must leave thee

Do not let this
parting grieve thee

And remember that
the best of friends J

Must part, must part

Adieu, adieu kind friends,
adieu, adieu, adieu .

I can no longer stay
with you, stay with you

I'll hang my harp on
the weeping willow tree J

And may the world
go well with thee

(lively music)
(crowd clamoring)

-What do you
think you're doing?

I ought to break you in
half for a thing like that!

-What ya talking about? Let go.

Let go of me!

-This here is what
I'm talking about.

This chicken claw with
a ribbon around it

which you hung over my table!

-You're crazy!

Why, what would I ever want
to do a thing like that for?

Let go of me!

-Don't lie to me. You did
it while I was singing.

-Let go of me, I tell
ya! You're hurting me.

-I'll do more than that if
you don't tell the truth.

Spit it out!

(pub falls silent)

Alright.

Maybe I need some air.

That's right, maybe
I need some air.

-Jocko Farraday?
-Yeah?

(Jocko groans)

(ominous music)

(operatic singing)

-Holmes! See who
that is, will you?

I'm in the tub!

(operatic singing)

Holmes!

Holmes, are you there?

Oh, confound that fellow!

He might at least say
when he's going out.

Just a minute, I'll
be right with you.

-Hey, how are ya, Doc? The
gang'II be here any minute.

Yeah, and you better get
the instruments ready.

-Instruments? What
are you talking about?

-Yes the surgicals, the
forceps, and all that lark.

Poor ol' Squirrel got
a bullet in the arm!

-What?
-In the arm.

-Squirrel?
-Yes.

You know Squirrel, the
mousey-lookin' fella

with the long sideburns.
-Huh?

-What was with us in Liverpool

when we did that safe
in that pickle factory.

-Squirrel? Pickle factory?

I don't know what
you're talking about!

-Hey, are you trying to
squeeze out of the gang, Doc?

'Cause if you are,

you're going to be knocked
off just like that.

-Now you look here,

I'll give you til' I count
three to get out of that door

or I'll throw you and your
Squirrel into the street!

-Now listen, Doc. Is this
221 B Baker Street or ain't it?

-Yes!

-And are you Doc
Watson or ain't ya?

-Yes!
-Then you're the bloke.

-Alright, you asked for it!
(knock at door)

-Come off it, Doc! That's
probably the rest of the gang.

(playful music)

-Come in.

Arrest that man.

-Rather an effective
disguise, eh, Watson?

-Holmes!

This time you have
finally gone too far!

I shall go straight out
now and find another flat.

-Watson, haven't you
forgotten something?

-Very well, I shall
go and get dressed,

but when I return it's goodbye.

-I've never seen him in
such a temper.(chuckles)

-[Holmes]Oh he'll get over it.

Won't you sit down,
Inspector Lestrade?

-Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

-[Holmes]Well, is there
anything unusual on hand?

-No.

Well, nothing in particular.

-I see.
-No, urn...

Crime is on the wane in London.

-Yes, I suppose it is.

-Well, I suppose you have read

about the killing
outside a Riverside pub.

The victims name
was Jocko Farraday.

-Oh yes, I remember there
were some strange circumstances

connected with his death.

-Yes, strange indeed. A
chicken claw, to be exact.

Course, I never
dreamed for a moment

we'd end up discussing
this case, but...

Well, it just so happens that...

Well, I have it here with me.

-Ah.

-Yes, would you
like to take a look?

-Oh, thank you.

Hmm.

Is this the first time
that a chicken claw

has appeared in
connection with a death?

-[Lestrade]No, the second.

-Hmm. What was the
first victim's name?

-Shackle. Howard Shackle.

-Was there any connection
between him and Farraday?

-None as far as I could trace.

Now, Shackle was in
textiles up in Manchester,

all very respectable.

Farraday was the first
mate aboard a cargo ship

called the Gloria North.

-Hmm. Yet they both seem
to have Trinidad in common.

-Trini-what?

-Trinidad.

Only a person who had
lived some time in Trinidad

would understand such a warning.

-What warning?

-The chicken's claw, of course.

In certain areas of Trinidad,

a chickens' claw bound
with a black ribbon

is a death warning.

-Holmes, are you sure?

-Holmes?

I've decided to give
you one more chance.

-Oh, good!

Then perhaps you'll
come with us,

as soon as I've got out
of this and had a wash.

There.

-Oh, for my days
in Afghanistan.

Ambushes, poison spears,
bloodcurdling screams...

Peace.

It was wonderful.

-I had just
returned to my office

after making a
tour of the wards.

I reached into the
top drawer of my desk

for a prescription slip.

And there it was.

I must admit it gave
me quite a start.

Of course I notified
Superintendent Pitt immediately.

-And I notified you, of course.

-Yes, an
understandable reaction

for anybody who's
ever lived in, ah...

Trinidad.

-Trinidad?

-Yes, Scotland Yards
reputation for deduction

isn't entirely
groundless, you know.

-But I've never
lived in Trinidad.

-You haven't?

Well, how did you know the
claw was a death warning?

-Then it is? I told you it was.

-Dr. Jonas, you
must have known that,

or you wouldn't have
reacted as you did.

-It was my decision
to call the police.

-Well, I knew about
the chicken claw.

I had read about the Farraday
killing in the morning paper

and when the same symbol
showed up here in my desk,

naturally it gave
me quite a jolt.

But why did you think
I had been in Trinidad?

-Dr. Jonas, did you
ever by any chance

meet a man called
Howard Shackle?

Never, at least not
that I can recall.

-Hmm. And Farraday?

Had you ever heard of him?

-Not before I had read
this mornings paper.

-And you've never
traveled in a ship

called the Gloria North?

-Well, despite the
fact that I'm employed

here at the marine hospital,

I've had actually very
little experience at sea.

Tell the truth,
I've never even been

on a cargo boat of any kind.

-I see.

-This whole thing seems to
me like a practical joke.

A bad one, I admit, but it
doesn't make sense otherwise.

-Either that or a maniac.

-Why should anybody
want to kill me?

-I've got to get back
to headquarters, Doctor,

but I've assigned
you a 24-hour guard.

Unless you've got any more
wild theories, Holmes,

I think we can leave the
Doctor to get on with his work.

-Don't jump to
conclusion, Inspector.

The chicken claw may still have

something to do with Trinidad.

-Ha.

I suggest you don't
leave your office

until my men are
posted outside, Doctor.

Of course he won't try
anything in a crowded hospital,

but I'd rather not
take any chances.

-Well, neither
would I, Inspector.

Thank you very much
and good day, sir.

-Good day.

-If you'll excuse
me, Inspector,

I'd better return to my office.

If you should want
me for any reason,

please don't hesitate
to call on me.

-I'll do that.

Thank you very much for
your cooperation, Mr. Pitt.

Good day.
-Good day, gentlemen.

-Good day.
-Good day.

-Chicken claws. This
thing doesn't make sense!

-I believe Superintendent
Pitt was right.

This is the work of a maniac.

-I said that.

-Yes, you said that.

-But Trinidad.

-Trinidad. Why not Istanbul?

-In Istanbul they don't
use the claw of a chicken,

they use the ear of a pig.

-Chickens.

Pigs!

I'm going back to headquarters.

I'll see you later
if you're still here.

-Do you still think
this has something to do

with superstition in Trinidad?

-Well, then we must
find the link Watson.

There is always a link in the
histories of all murdered men,

one bond which ties
them all together.

-Dr. Jonas?
-Yes?

What can I do for you? Do
you have an appointment?

-[Blind Man]Yes.
In a way, I have.

-I'm sorry, I don't
seem to find your-

[Blind Man]No, you won't
find it there, Doctor.

This appointment was
made a long time ago.

-I beg your pardon?

-[Blind Man]Five years ago.

-Five years ago?
What are you trying-

-[Blind Man]On board a ship,
Dr. Jonas. The Gloria North.

Five years ago, remember?

-Who are you?
(cane taps)

-[Blind Man]My name won't
mean anything to you, Doctor.

-What do you want?

-[Blind Man]I'm
going to kill you.

(cane taps)

You must remember, Doctor,

the last voyage you took
on the Gloria North,

the last voyage so many
people took on that ship.

-But it...

But it's not true.

I don't know who you are,

but I had nothing
whatever to do with it.

I was only the ship's doctor,
I didn't issue the orders!

I didn't even know about
it until it was too late.

-[Blind Man]And you
didn't do anything about it.

-But what could I do?

-[Blind Man]You
could've tried to stop it!

You could've reported it!

You could've done so much
you didn't do, Doctor!

-It's not true. It's not true!

You've got to listen to me.
You've got to listen to me!

I swear to you! You've
got to listen to me!

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

-[Watson]Holmes, you've
got something up your sleeve.

-[Holmes]What a graphic
expression. What does it mean?

-You know exactly what it
means: you're up to something.

-Well, yes, yes, you
might put it that way.

-And why didn't you let
Inspector Lestrade in on it?

-Well, I want to do a little
investigation on my own first

and the good inspector
mightn't approve of my methods.

-I'm not sure that
I shall either.

If you think I'm going to
become an accomplice in some...

Now what are you doing?

-Were going in.

-Were what? What
are we going to do?

-I'll show you
when we get inside.

And this is our records
and personnel office.

Here we keep all the records
of all our employees.

They're strictly
confidential, of course,

and may only be seen by...

What's the meaning of this?

Why, this wastepaper
basket is half full of...

What's your name?

Nevermind. Take it
outside and empty it.

This is a hospital, not a
college for the development

of backward bacteria.
-But-

And don't argue.

And fetch a pail of water
and clean up the ink stains

all over this floor, it's
perfectly disgusting.

And what did you
say your name was?

No, don't tell me. I may
remember it and dismiss you.

Now hurry up,
quickly. Go on, go on.

-Yes, sir.

-Holmes! What do you
think you're doing?

What on Earth?

-Well, that was the quickest
way of getting rid of her.

I want to have a look at
the records of Dr. Jonas.

-Now, why do you
want to have a look

at the records of Dr. Jonas?

-Trinidad, Trinidad.

-Ah, we're back
on Trinidad, eh?

-Yes, I'm always there.
I'm always in Trinidad.

Wait a minute.
Trinidad is the link.

Now you must find the bond.

-But Dr. Jonas told us he'd
never lived in Trinidad.

-Mm-hmm, he also told
us he'd never sailed

aboard the Gloria North.

If he lied about that, he
could also lie about Trinidad.

-But you say he lied,
how do you know he lied?

-Did you notice
that he had a tattoo

on the back of his hand?
-No.

-Hmm.

He had tried to eradicate it,

but there was still the
faint trace of an anchor

with the initials
G.N., Gloria North.

I believe that it
is a fair assumption

to assume he sailed
aboard the Gloria North

with Mr. Farraday.

-Well now, that's sheer
presumption, Holmes.

G.N. could stand for some lady's
name, Gertrude Nelson, or-

Here it is. I thought so.

He was a ship's
doctor for five years.

And here's a letter
of recommendation

from the ship's chief
officer, Howard Shackle.

-Good heavens! Then they were
all members of the same crew.

-Yes, Watson.

Come on, quickly.
-Where are we going?

-To have another
chat with Dr. Jonas.

(dramatic music)

-Holmes!

Just like the others.
Victim number three.

-Hmm. That leaves
one more to go.

-What do you mean?

-An able-bodied seaman,

the ships chief petty officer,

the ship's doctor,

and one more remaining.
-Who?

-The captain, of
course. The captain.

(ominous music)

(clock ticking)

(rhythmic taps and
metallic clangs)

(taps and clangs approaching)

(taps and clangs draw near)
(floorboards creaking)

-Yes?

-Is Superintendent
Pitt at home?

-I'm terribly sorry, but
I'm afraid he isn't...

Mr. Pitt isn't in at the moment.

I was waiting for him myself.

-Well, just tell him that
Sherlock Holmes called.

-Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

-[Holmes]Yes, that's right.

-I've heard a great deal
about you, Mr. Holmes.

-Really?

-I've read a great deal
about you in the newspapers,

about your work
with Scotland Yard.

Or rather, of course,
it's been read to me.

I should very much like to
talk to you, Mr. Holmes.

Only if you have
the time, of course.

-Oh, yes. Yes, I have the time.

-Won't you come in?
-Thank you.

-I was just helping
myself to a drink.

Perhaps you'd care to join me.

-Yes, I should like to.
-Whisky?

-Well, have you a brandy?
-Yes, of course.

-Thank you.

Tell me, Mr. Vickers, do you
often stay here with Mr. Pitt?

-No, not very often.

May I ask why you wanted
to see the captain?

Or would that mean divulging

some very important
secret of Scotland Yard?

-(chuckles)No, I don't
believe it a secret at all.

I merely happen to
believe that Captain Pitt

will be the next victim
of the mad killer

who is at present
terrorizing all London.

-Captain Pitt?
-Yes.

-Why?

What possible connection could
there be between Captain Pitt

and such a murderer,
such a maniac?

-Do you believe that the
killer could be such a maniac?

-Well, what else could he be?

-He might be seeking revenge.

-Revenge for what?

-For something that
happened on the Gloria North.

-Gloria North?

-Yes. Its a ship,
a cargo vessel.

And every man that has
been killed to date

was once a member of the
crew of the Gloria North,

on that fateful
voyage five years ago.

-Amazing, Mr. Holmes.

How did you learn this?

-Oh, it's very simple
really, Mr. Vickers.

I happened to look
it up in the records

at Lloyds shipping office.

-I see.

Why do you believe
that Captain Pitt

should be the next victim?

-Well, it's very simple again.

It's because Captain Pitt

is the one surviving
member of the crew

at present living in London.

-What an extraordinary
theory, Mr. Holmes.

And have you any idea
who this killer is?

-Yes.

-Who?

-May I help myself
to another brandy?

-Yes, of course, yes.
Let me get it for you.

-Thank you.

-You said you believe you
know who the murderer is.

-Oh, thank you.
-Yes.

-Well, it's only a little
theory of mine but, ah,

I believe I do.

-And do you know the
motive for murder?

-You know, it's
remarkable, Mr. Vickers,

how well you manage to
find your way about,

for one who is blind.

-I beg your pardon?

-I mean find your way about
this room, Mr. Vickers.

-(laughing)Oh! Yes.

It wasn't very easy
for me at first.

I have come to know this
apartment very well.

Oh, not that I come
here too often,

but I have an excellent
memory for such things.

I have in my mind a
picture of this room

as clear as you have now.

-I see, and what if the
position of the furniture

should be changed about?

-Well, without my cane, I
should be quite helpless.

You were saying you had an
idea of who this killer is?

-Yes.

Picture, if you will, a
man who lived in Trinidad.

Emotional enough to murder,
strong enough to use a knife.

And able to use it with
accuracy and dispatch.

-Do you hope to
find a man who fits

such a description, Mr. Holmes?

-I have, Mr. Vickers.

-Really? Who?

Who fits such a
description, Mr. Holmes?

-You're not blind, you know.

-I beg your pardon?

-When you went to
fetch my drink just now,

I moved from there to here,

and you noticed it.

-Oh, because you spoke.

-You spoke first.

Where did you hide
the body, Mr. Vickers?

In that cupboard over there?

-Don't!

-Yes?

-You must listen to me.

Captain Pitt and the
crew of the Gloria North

were not primarily
concerned with their cargo.

Or the cargo as we
usually think of it.

They were smuggling natives
from Trinidad into England.

I was married to a
native, Mr. Holmes.

A beautiful woman.

And we had a beautiful child.

Pitt came to me and offered
to take them to England.

Price was 100 pounds, the
ship the Gloria North.

He guaranteed
their safe arrival.

We concluded the transaction.
I paid the money.

But five miles from Southampton,

the Gloria North was
approached by a patrol boat.

Pitt became frightened.

The natives were dragged
overboard in chains.

They were drowned.

All the natives.

And my wife.

And my child.

Swore then that I
would take my revenge.

It has taken me five
years, Mr. Holmes.

The men I killed deserved death.

-Perhaps.

But no man has the right to
be judge and executioner.

-I had!

And I'm not finished
yet, Mr. Holmes.

There are others, and no
one is going to stop me.

Not even you, Mr. Holmes.

-Is more killing the answer?

-It is my answer!

-Before you
strike, Mr. Vickers,

look in the mirror.

(dramatic music)

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