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The famous detective Sherlock Holmes,
with the help of his friend doctor Watson, penetrated
into the den of the villainous extortioner Milverton
and burned down the papers that the villain used for blackmail.
By coincidence
on that same night Milverton was murdered.
This incident has stirred the criminal world
and made extremely risky
THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON
PART TWO
DEADLY FIGHT
Based on stories by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
Starring:
Vassily LIVANOV
Vitaly SOLOMIN
Rina ZELENAYA
Co-starring:
Borislav Brondukov
Victor Evgrafov Alexander Zakharov
Boris Klyuev Nikolai Kryukov
Alexei Kozhevnikov Ignat Leirer
I. Andronnikov A. Podshivalov
Y. Eller Dima Khrilyev and others.
I've got an excellent collection starting with the letter "M".
Morgan - a poisoner.
Merridew, who left behind
a collection of scalps.
Mortimer - cocainist and murderer.
Mrs. Medoc - a bloody jealous avenger.
Mathews.
The guy who knocked out my left canine tooth
at the waiting hall at Charing Cross Station.
Those are all shadows of the past, that
can only be brought back to life with the power of your pen.
And this is a different company!
These people caught my attention for only just one instant,
however I kept their cards for my files.
Who for instance?
For instance, Moran - Sebastian. Retired colonel.
Served in the First Bengalore field-engineer regiment.
The son of Sir Moran, holder of the Order of the Bath,
former British envoy to Persia.
Graduated from Eton College and Oxford University.
Was a signaler in the Jovak and Ardennes campaigns.
- You haven't met him there by chance, have you? - No.
Also in Cheresiam & Cherpur campaigns. An expert shot.
Author of "Hunting Big Prey in the Western Himalayas"
and "Three Months in the Jungle".
Member of the Anglo-Indian, Tankerville and "Bagatelle" clubs.
Well, that's a biography of an honest soldier.
Yes. And nevertheless, opposite his name I wrote:
"The most dangerous man in London".
Up to a certain point Moran did not arise any suspicion.
In India they still tell the legend
about him crawling along the bottom of a dried brook
to save a man from the claws of an enraged wounded tiger.
You know, Watson, there are these trees
that grow the way they should up to a certain point.
And then all of a sudden they start developing
ugly abnormal deviations.
- That happens with people too. - Yes.
Colonel Moran stepped on a vicious path.
Without any obvious reason
he turned everyone in India so much against himself,
that he had to leave London and retire altogether.
I don't see anything criminal in that.
Do you remember the strange death of Mrs. Stewart
from Lauder? In 1887.
I'm sure he has the most direct relation to that death.
- Why are you so sure? - It's a long story.
Want to see what he looks like?
I wonder what you say when you see him.
Physiognomic analysis is worth something in our line of work.
- But where? - At the club "Bagatelle" of course.
Make your bets, gentlemen.
No more bets.
- He is not here? - He's here all right.
One of the 12.
Port and "The Times".
- Want a hint? - No.
I know some of those people.
The one on the left is Godfry Milmer.
A furrier, suffering from gout.
I haven't personally treated his partner Lord Belmoran,
but everyone knows him.
At the next table sits Mr. Murray, sciatica.
The one nearest to us is sir John Hardy.
Sturdy as a bull, but the wife suffers from constant neuralgia.
I beg your pardon, gentlemen, I'll leave you for a minute.
We hope you won't be long, Mr. Carlisle.
Dear Watson,
I have to meet with the man who wrote this note.
Proceed with your physiognomic observations.
We'll share our impressions at home.
You lost, gentlemen!
- Congratulations, Sir Ronald. - Aren't you mistaken, Colonel?
See for yourself.
I don't have my traveling-bag with me.
I would kindly ask you to take our winnings,
and tomorrow I'll come by to collect my share.
All the best, gentlemen.
Colonel Moran, I suspect you are a card-sharp.
Mind your language, my young friend.
Where did the Ace of Clubs come from?
Go back, collect the money and divide it into two parts.
Don't provoke the tiger to bare his teeth, Sir Fool.
Price! Take off the blindfold.
Your coronal bones are not as developed I'd expected.
You have a very dangerous habit -
of carrying a loaded gun in your jacket pocket.
Does this room seem familiar to you?
It could very well be that you didn't kill Milverton.
The material evidence testifies only to the fact,
that you'd been here.
You have been here, haven't you, Holmes?
Am I right?
You wanted Lady Eve's letters.
You have come here to steal them.
You couldn't do it legally,
so you decided to violate the law.
You were guided by your ambitions.
You see, Holmes, I'm also good at making logical deductions.
But you have made a number of major mistakes.
Footprints, bloody stains on the glass door...
Charles was my friend.
Besides, he was my supplier.
It is a great loss.
Mind you...
I felt your presence after Milverton's death.
One secret thread was pulled.
Only someone who read my secret correspondence with him
could know about it.
That was on March the 4th.
On the 23rd you bothered me the second time.
In the middle of April you disappointed me again.
At the end of the month you frustrated my plans.
Today I'm faced with the threat of being exposed.
And once again not without your help!
- So what do you suggest? - I suggest you quit!
You've crossed the path of a very powerful organization.
Even you can't understand the full extent of its power.
Stop playing this game, or they'll crush you!
The papers you took from this table, with my monogram!
Considering your interest in me, you couldn't have burnt them!
- You have them! - Why are you so sure?
They could be in Scotland-Yard!
No, Holmes, you have them.
No one, except you, knows the meaning of the letter "M".
No one, except you, especially not that idiot Lestrade,
will be able to decipher the coded text.
You have them.
You hope to decipher the invaluable papers
and put us all behind bars.
I repeat...
That is not going to happen.
Because otherwise
you will not leave this room alive.
Your threats are very serious,
therefore they call for no less serious proof.
Milverton received invoices
an hour before you came here.
My personal messenger brought them.
They were lying on the table.
That's not good enough, professor.
Not good enough!
Apart from me there were other people here too:
Servants, maids, police officers.
And then again you forget about the real killer.
Don't switch the light on, Watson. That can be dangerous.
You mean, he can be looking for me already?
- Who is that? - Colonel Moran.
What have you done?
I became the witness of an ugly scene
between the Colonel and a young man.
Let's not stand in front of the window.
Take a seat and tell me everything.
A young man by the name of Ronald...
You must be talking about sir Ronald Adair.
A frequenter and a Board member of the club "Bagatelle".
An inveterate card-player, but never goes beyond the limits.
The younger son of count Meinus,
the governor of one of our provinces in Australia.
Is engaged to Edith Woodley From Corster.
An absolutely harmless creature.
They played in a pair with the Colonel and won.
Then they had a fight.
Sir Ronald accused the Colonel of cheating.
- Did anyone else hear it? - Just me. Accidentally.
I don't envy Sir Ronald and you.
I suggest we draw the shutters.
What is it you're afraid of?
An air-gun.
- Pardon me? - An air-gun.
The files of my letter "M" card index came into motion.
The tiger hunt is on.
- Who is the tiger? - Yours truly.
And now you too, Watson.
- What shall we do? - Run.
We're dealing with people who don't shelve their promises.
Listen carefully and remember my instructions.
I disappear right now.
You sleep over in Mrs. Hudson's room.
Watson, remember my instructions to the letter.
We've engaged ourselves in a war
with an organized criminal association.
Tonight you are to send our luggage to Victoria Station
not disclosing the point of destination.
Tomorrow morning you send Mrs. Hudson to get a cab.
She is by no means to stop the first and the second one
she sees passing by.
You get in the cab and show the cabby the address,
scribbled on a sheet of paper.
He takes you to Lowther Arcade.
You get out and immediately mix with the crowd.
You have to bear in mind that by 9.15 sharp
you have to be at the opposite end of the Arcade.
A small carriage will be waiting for you there.
The driver - a man in a black cloak with a red trim.
Get in that carriage
and go to Victoria Station to catch the express-train,
heading for the continent.
- The continent? - Yes.
The continent.
Where would I meet up with you?
I've already booked compartment 2 in the first-class coach.
We meet on board the train?
That's right.
See you then, Watson.
He got away! Here!
Well, I'd say, this is too much!
Mister Holmes!
I've had it with your chemical experiments.
What, Watson?!
You're into this nonsense too?
Doctor Watson!
I saw your back and recognized you right away.
That's what a practiced eye does for you!
- I'm in a great hurry, inspector. - I can see that.
I cried out your name, but you turned your back at me.
So I figured you were in a hurry.
Unlike you, doctor Watson, I'm in no hurry at all.
There's nothing to do in London nowadays.
Soon all of us will be unemployed.
Your friend has made a mountain out of a molehill.
- Has he nothing to do too? - I don't know.
The vigilance of the police yields its fruit.
Our basic principle is - crime prevention.
I have a favor to ask you, my dear Lestrade.
By the way, it has to do with crime prevention.
I'm very much concerned with the fate of one young man.
His name is Sir Ronald Adair.
I think his life is in danger.
I'm leaving, and I would kindly ask you to take care of him.
Don't worry. Who's threatening him?
A man by the name of...
Sebastian Moran.
A frequenter of the club "Bagatelle".
Sebastian Moran?
Doctor Watson!
Good day.
Please occupy your seat, we're departing.
So, do you have severe burns?
My god!
You scared me to death!
- What's with the apartment? - How do you know?
The morning paper. "Fire in Mr. Holmes' apartment".
I'm afraid, two carpets are lost.
What's worse is that
the police are after the arsonists.
- What's bad about that? - It's untimely.
Untimely.
But I don't understand. Where are our persecutors?
Oh, there they are!
- But that is not Moran. - That's professor Moriarty.
Who is this Moriarty?
Remember the monogram of crossed swords?
I shall fill you in on that.
Haven't you heard of professor Moriarty?
No.
Ingenious and incomprehensible!
The man has entangled the whole of London in his web,
and no one knows anything about him.
If I could deliver society of this man,
I would consider that the crown of my career
and turn to a more peaceful activity.
Why is he so dangerous?
He has a not so quite ordinary biography.
He comes from a very decent family.
Has an excellent education.
But, more importantly...
He is gifted with phenomenal mathematical skills.
He was only 21, when he was offered a chair
at one local university.
But he developed
a passion for risky ventures.
Rumors started spreading about him around town,
and he was forced to move to London,
where he started tutoring young people
to pass exams for an officer's rank.
It is there that he met
our mutual acquaintance -
Colonel Moran.
And still, why is he so dangerous?
He is the Napoleon of the criminal world.
He accounts for more than a half
of all unsolved crimes in London.
Like a spider, he sits in the middle of his web
and senses the most subtle movement of a thousand fibers.
- But how did you trace him? - Elementary, Watson.
It is pure logic.
I've known long ago,
that behind the London criminals
there stands some kind of an unknown force,
that violates the law
acting through dummies.
I tried to unveil the mystery, but to no avail.
The sudden demise of Milverton,
the main supplier of this organization,
resulted in Moriarty losing his nerve.
You never said anything about it to me.
I enjoyed fighting him one on one.
At times the horror of knowing about his crimes
gave way to the admiration
for his mastership.
But Moriarty made one little slip,
that he shouldn't have made.
His enemy was the love for cheap effects.
The passion for symbols,
like the monogram
with crossed swords.
Do you remember the letter that Lady Hacksley gave us?
- He wrote that letter? - No doubt.
He knew right away, that
the monogram would attract my attention and sounded the alarm.
Those papers must mean a lot to him.
They're invaluable.
The first attempt at deciphering them
gave me the complete list of his gang-members.
Something like a roster?
Absolutely correct.
All I need now is a few days of work,
and Moriarty and his accomplices will be put behind bars.
It will be the biggest trial in our history,
and I will be the witness.
And according to inexorable logic
there's only one thing that can save Moriarty -
the death of the key witness.
So, dear Watson, I am a very dangerous companion,
and you can still change your mind and disembark.
I didn't want to offend you, my friend.
In that case we shall leave together.
I've already instructed the conductor about our luggage.
God dammit, I underestimated Moriarty!
- You think it's him? - No doubt.
He could have taken an express train,
but Moriarty preferred to use
a self-propelled carriage.
One might think, that we are the real criminals, and not them.
Why didn't you arrest Moriarty?
That would make senseless the deciphering of his letters.
We would catch the big fish,
but small fry would get away.
How fast does a telegram from Switzerland travel here?
I think it takes about 24 hours.
24 hours! That means, no later than on Monday
all of them will be in the hands of the police.
- But how? - Elementary, Watson!
Well if I'm not Sherlock Holmes!
Welcome, Mr. Holmes!
Don't you remember me?
Peter Steiler Junior.
I didn't expect to see you here.
I was one of the accomplices in the case of the
theft of the cupid's head from the Royal Museum.
They let me out on parole for exemplary behavior.
I bought a small house here, In Meyeringene.
- Small world. - And that is wonderful!
By the way, there's a telegram for you from London, Mr. Holmes.
Moriarty?
I should have foreseen it.
They caught the whole gang, except him.
He got away, even though I've given the police all the leads.
I should have known he's too tough a nut for them.
You know, Watson, you will have to go back to London.
I was never so dangerous a companion as I am now.
Moriarty lost everything.
If he stays back in London, that'll be the end of him.
Now he will try to avenge himself on me.
He warned me when we met:
Either he destroys me or he will be dead.
Watson, get back!
Landslides are a common thing around here.
Perhaps.
I will allow myself a little advice
as to what you should see around here.
Have a look at this.
If you're here you can't miss the Reichenbach Falls!
This picturesque path takes you to the village Rosenlau.
About halfway from here, if you make a small detour
you will see something quite unusual.
I'm all for it!
We are in the mood for encounters with the unusual.
If you pardon my curiosity,
what did you need the cupid's head for?
All my life I've been attracted to beautiful things.
I couldn't resist.
Watson! There it is!
A perfect choice of location!
Who chose it?
The Reichenbach Falls! Immaculate taste!
I think, Watson,
I didn't live my life for nothing.
Why such gloomy words?
And why in the past tense?
Even if my life comes to an end now,
I turn back and look at it
with a feeling of emotional satisfaction.
I have made the air of London cleaner.
I don't like your mood.
You have solved thousands of cases,
and at all times optimism helped you in your work.
And now everything is more than wonderful!
Moriarty is defeated.
Relax, admire the beautiful landscape!
We will have to go back.
An Englishwoman has registered at the hotel.
She is suffering from consumption in the last stages.
Steiler writes that she had spent the winter in Davos,
and was traveling to stay with her friends in Lucerne.
But on the way the bleeding started.
They have a local doctor there.
She categorically refused to be treated by a Swiss doctor,
when she found out there was a British doctor around.
- We have to go, Holmes. - Of course you have to.
What about you?
I shall stay and admire the beautiful scenery in solitude.
It is dangerous to be in the mountains alone.
Not more than anywhere else in our imperfect world.
I definitely don't like your mood these days.
Tomorrow first thing we go back to London.
At least there's no Moriarty there.
Tonight I will try to be in the village Rosenlau.
Come to meet me there!
Take care of Ronald Adair!
- What?! - Ronald Adair!
I can't hear you!
I'm all yours, Professor!
Before we start to sort matters out between us,
give me time to write a note to my friends.
For neither of us knows the outcome of our encounter.
We don't have much time, but very well.
Drop your knife, I am unarmed.
I'm ready.
I hope her condition hasn't deteriorated?
- How is she? - Who?
Didn't you write this?
- About the sick Englishwoman. - Englishwoman?
The letterhead of my hotel.
I know!
The letter must have been written by a tall British
gentleman, who arrived right after you left.
He asked for Mr. Holmes.
I told him, that...
There was another gentleman with him.
He carried a gun!
Holmes!
It's me, mister Watson!
Hold on!
I'm coming to the rescue!
Where is Mr. Holmes?
They killed him!
Oh, my god!
What tragedy!
What misfortune!
Mr. Holmes was the only one who treated me with respect.
If not for him,
I wouldn't be living here now.
I wouldn't be admiring this beautiful scenery!
God dammit!
Poor Mister Holmes!
"Dear Watson!
I write these lines to you now
thanks to the kindness of Mr. Moriarty,
who is waiting for me to finally solve the argument
regarding us both.
My life has reached its highest peak.
I couldn't wish myself a better death.
Please tell Inspector Peterson,
that the papers that will help him expose the criminal gang
are in my desk drawer marked with the letter "M".
Prior to leaving London
I wrote down all the necessary instructions
and left them with my brother Mycroft.
Please give my warmest regards to Mrs. Hudson.
And don't forget about poor Ronald Adair.
Yours truly. Sherlock Holmes."
Screenplay: Vladimir Valutsky
Director: Igor Maslennikov
D.O.P.: Yuri Veksler
Anatoly Lapshov
Production designer: Mark Kaplan
Music: Vladimir Dashkevich
END OF PART TWO
In the next episode
Doctor Watson will execute the will
of his friend, the great Sherlock Holmes,
for which he will have to disguise himself as
a common London sleuth...