(Radio broadcast) Germany broadcasting,
Germany broadcasting.
People of Britain, greetings from the Third Reich.
This is the voice you have learned to fear.
This is the Voice of Terror.
Again, we bring you disaster, crushing humiliating disaster.
It is folly to stand against the mighty wraith of the Fuhrer.
Do you need more testimony of his invincible might
to bring you to your knees?
Very well.
Are you ready Operative Number 7?
This is the Voice of Terror.
The secret airplane factory somewhere in England.
Listen, screams of the dying can still be heard.
This is the Voice of Terror.
Are you there people of Britain shivering in your cellars?
Listen Operative 41.
The fuse is lighted.
Oil to fuel your Navy, to feed your tanks,
there it goes up in smoke by the millions of gallons.
This is the Voice of Terror.
Do you still believe that there are secrets unknown to the Fuhrer?
Listen, tonight at 7:10
an important diplomat boarded a train at a little station outside Liverpool.
Each split second is accounted for.
The rails divide,
the train hurtles through the air,
the diplomat will make no report in London.
This is the Voice of Terror.
Englishmen, do you still await your doom
in your stupid, stuffy little clubs?
It will come, I promise you.
Operative 23, the time is now.
We strike you on the high seas as well as on the land.
This is the Voice of Terror.
Englishmen, the Fuhrer strikes you now as he pleases.
Water pours through your greatest dams smashing everything before it,
even as our invincible armies roar toward their objectives.
"Despite the effective work done by the Intelligence Inner Council,
Jailing fifth columnists and saboteurs,
despite their efficiency in coordinating military strategy
based on information of enemy movements,
they seem unable to cope with the Voice of Terror.
Already six military catastrophes have occurred."
The unmitigated nerve of the press.
Now they're attacking us.
Blast the fellow to kingdom come.
If only we could keep this insidious stuff off the air.
I'm not sure that I agree with you.
What purpose would that serve?
Well, the people wouldn't have to listen to it.
I've been talking to Crosbie, the radio technician,
if we want him jammed off the air Crosbie can do it.
I've been working along other lines.
I've asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes to come here.
- What? - Sherlock Holmes?
This isn't a case for a private detective. It's a matter of state.
In this emergency we should take advantage of everyone's peculiar gifts.
Mr. Holmes is the most subtle and extraordinary
private Investigator of our time.
Are you intimating that the army and navy intelligence plus Scotland Yard
are not equal to the occasion, Sir Evan?
I'm sure they're equal to any occasion.
They've done a marvelous job of lining up fifth columnists,
saboteurs, and keeping us informed of the enemy's movements.
But the Voice of Terror seems to have them stumped.
Sherlock Holmes may have a new approach that will solve the problem.
What's happened inside these walls has always been secret.
We don't want any outsiders here.
I'm positively and irrevocably opposed to calling in Sherlock Holmes.
Perhaps you'll change your mind.
I see nothing whatever to make me do so.
Prentiss is right.
For ordinary criminal investigation Holmes is excellent but not for this.
He's unorthodox and theatrical. I can tell you all about him.
Gentlemen,
perhaps I can throw some light on the subject myself.
Holmes, how are you? So good of you to come.
Good afternoon, Sir Evan.
Your card opened all doors.
Blauser,
you've put on a little weight since you left school.
You don't look any younger yourself, Dimples.
How are you?
Fine. Come in, would you.
You know these gentlemen?
I think so. How do you do?
I haven't had that pleasure.
May I introduce my friend and associate, Dr. Watson?
- Hello. - How do you do?
I'm afraid I've arrived at an embarrassing moment.
Not at all.
- This gentleman here-- - Admiral Sir John Prentiss,
Admiral Prentiss objects most strongly to my being called in.
- How could you possibly infer that? - From the carpet.
Carpet?
A man who rises from his chair
and digs his heels sternly into the carpet is violently opposed to something,
and the Admiral being quite distressed by the criticisms of the Press
would be most apt to resent my intrusion.
Well.
You've just arrived from Seven Oaks.
Yes, of course. I--
How on earth did you know that?
Pardon my mentioning it but adhering to your left boot heel
is a type of clay known only in Seven Oaks.
An amazing piece of deduction.
Elementary, my dear Barham.
Here's a broadcast of the Voice of Terror.
(Radio Broadcast) Greetings from the Third Reich.
Are you listening stout fellows across The Channel?
Are you listening you little body of incompetent men
known as the Inner Council?
Today a new thrill,
a new proof of the invincibility of the Fuhrer.
Right now a packed express train laden with British troops and nurses
is speeding across England.
In just one moment it will leave the rails forever,
crashing twisted metal, the cries of the dying ...
They can't, they wouldn't dare.
It's impossible. They couldn't have...
... men are laughing, joking.
That one in the third car reads a letter from home.
It is the last letter he will ever receive.
The train is rounding a curve.
Its whistle is screaming.
Farewell it is saying, farewell.
(Train whistle and screams)
You have just heard an exact reproduction of the way it sounds,
the way it must actually be.
The hearts of the German people bleed
that innocent men and women have to be killed
because your stupid....
Shore speaking.
Have you any news of the Liverpool Express?
...time and time again offered in peace.
But if you're blundering war cabinet cannot see that England is already lost,
that it is our sacred German duty to prove it to them
over and over and over
until they are on their knees begging, pleading, groveling
for the exquisite mercy of our Fuhrer.
Each night the Voice of Terror will announce...
Shut it off.
Stop it.
...even as you listen and you--
I'm sorry.
Do what you can, Holmes.
This frightful thing has got to be stopped.
His son was on that train.
How did they find out about the troops?
It was an absolute secret.
Gentlemen, something must be done about this thing at once.
Yes.
First of all then, the voice must not be blocked off the air.
But he's a menace.
All over the empire this horrible news is broadcast,
blown up out of all proportions.
The world is beginning to believe it.
Even our allies are counting England out.
People are frightened, panicking.
The British people are not so easily panicked.
It's dangerous I tell you to let this thing go on.
Dangerous, yes, Captain Shore,
but we must continue to listen.
What for, so that we can keep on guessing who it is?
His identity is not important.
The important thing is
the purpose behind this campaign of terror.
The purpose indeed.
Isn't it enough that our most secret plans are known,
our ships are being destroyed, our trains wrecked?
I'm convinced that these disasters are only a prelude,
a smoke screen,
to cover up a more diabolic plan,
and I intend to find out what that plan is.
This Council and Scotland Yard will give you all the aide you require.
Thank you.
Gentlemen, my connection with this case must remain absolutely secret.
- You understand that, of course? - Why certainly.
You will let the council know at all times just what you're doing.
I shall give you such information as I think wise to disclose
in the interests of safety,
both the public's and your own.
The Inner Council has never shared its secrets with anyone.
I demand that you keep us informed of your activities and progress.
Come along, Watson.
Mr. Holmes,
I want to apologize for your rather lukewarm reception here.
Well, thank you, Sir Evan.
I'm used to the chilly atmosphere of high places.
- Of course, you recognize the importance of time. - Quite.
And results.
Mr. Lloyd, I'm quite sure that Mr. Holmes can be trusted not to fail.
He never has, you know.
Why thank you, Watson. The word is seldom.
- Good-bye, Sir Evan. - Good-bye, sir.
- Good-bye, Barham. - Good-bye, Watson.
Holmes, should we walk from here or take a taxi?
I'm afraid we have no choice.
Huh?
You know, Watson,
I have a feeling that when we go out of that door a girl will be waiting.
A girl? What do you mean?
A young lady whom neither of us has ever seen before
will come forward to greet us.
Holmes, now you're pulling my leg again.
- Mr. Holmes, I'm Jill Grandis. - How do you?
This is my friend, Dr. Watson.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
- I've been assigned to drive you around. - Thank you.
Good gracious me.
- Where do you wish to go? - Baker street.
I know, 221 B.
Come on, Watson. Hurry up old fellow.
Holmes, the girl waiting, what an extraordinary thing.
Elementary, my dear Watson.
No, no, no. It's an amazing deduction.
How on earth did you arrive at it?
- Barham told me. - What?
Oh.
Don't you worry, Mrs. Hudson.
Just giving her a bit of a clean, now that we're on a case again.
See, the joints are a bit rusty like mine, you know.
Is he back on a case again?
Case? It's the greatest case of his...of our career.
Oh, mercy it always is.
Holmes.
- I say Holmes. - What?
Well, if you ask me it's disgraceful,
Beethoven's Fifth?
Not at all, it's very good.
- Sir Ronald Hedley is conducting very well tonight. - I don't mean the concert.
- No? - England is in danger.
Heaven knows what frightful disaster is happening
and you sit there calmly listening to the wireless.
Music has charms, very restful.
- That's got nothing to do with the whole-- - Nonsense my dear Watson,
it may have a great deal to do with it.
Oh really? I don't see what.
BBC Request Station, this is Sherlock Holmes.
I understand you play recordings.
Would you mind playing Beethoven's Fifth
conducted by Sir Ronald Hedley?
Thank you very much.
- But you just heard it. - I like it.
Oh.
(Radio broadcast) We've had a request for the Beethoven Fifth Symphony
played by the London Symphony Orchestra
under the direction of Sir Ronald Hedley.
This is a transcription.
??
Well, Holmes, what's the lullaby?
Hmm? I say, Holmes, you don't think--
Shh.
Mr. Holmes.
Yes, Gavin?
I...I...
Christopher.
Dead?
Yes.
Its been driven in with a lot of force.
Watson, this is a warning.
Warning? How do you know?
I had sent to Gavin to get certain information
that he must have found
there in the dark and sinister alleys of Limehouse.
He came with his message
but someone doesn't want me to hear, someone determined
and dangerous.
What's the good of a warning of danger
if you don't know from what or from whom?
That we have to discover.
This knife was thrown by the tip
from a distance of about 50 feet from a man about 5' 10".
Steady, Holmes.
Elementary, no fingerprints.
But the distance and the man's height?
The angle of entry
and the force with which it penetrated the victim.
But Holmes, what do you suppose he meant when he said Christopher?
We must find out at once. Come along, Watson.
Hmm?
(Knock at the door)
Come in.
Oh, Mr. Holmes, I saw a fellow lurking about your steps and I...
Blimey, he won't lurk no more.
Phone the Yard and take care of it, Dobson.
Very good, sir.
- How did it happen? - Haven't time now.
Get your coat on, Watson, we're going out.
No, no, no. Holmes, you promised.
Oh.
- Look, where are we going? - Limehouse.
It certainly was wise to let Ms. Grandis go.
This is no place for a girl or anyone else.
Yes, but there seem to be people about.
Even Ms. Grandis.
If I'm not mistaken she's keeping an eye on us.
You're Mr. Sherlock Holmes ain't you?
Yes.
I wouldn't come down here if I was you.
This is Limehouse
and we don't fancy your sort of bloke in these parts.
The fellow is absolutely right. Hadn't we better be--
Quiet, Watson.
This is still a free country.
A man may walk where he pleases.
And live to regret it.
Live, yes. Regret it, I think not.
Step back.
Come on, Watson.
- Unfriendly one. - Unspeakably.
What was that, Holmes?
It's all right, quiet.
I can't see a thing.
Luckily for us neither can they.
Apparently the enemy has found out
that we've joined forces with the government.
What makes you think that?
This knife
like the knife which killed Gavin.
It was thrown by a former student of Dr. Hamburg.
It's a German knife.
The knife throwers of Hamburg are extremely expert.
I say, Holmes, can't we come back in the daytime?
- Certainly not. - I don't think we're safe.
No one in the world is safe now, Watson, at least of all us.
(Crowd talking and laughing)
Don't tell me that you don't recognize me.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
- I got to especially angry lot here tonight. - I'll take my chances.
I can't keep you out, Mr. Holmes, but--
(Crowd talking and laughing)
Where is the girl Kitty, Gavin's sweetheart?
His wife.
Can you get her? It's urgent.
I'll try.
Holmes, I don't think I like this place much.
I'll, just sit here if you don't mind.
I think you'll recognize me, Mr. Holmes,
if you look hard enough.
Camperwell.
You got a long memory like me.
Doutan murder 1932.
Of course, I sent you up.
I say, Holmes, don't you think we better be--
Store your gab!
For ten long years I've been sitting down there in Dartmoor.
For the whole ten years one thing has been praying on me my mind.
Only one?
Just one.
Someday I'll be getting out of here I kept saying to myself,
and when I do someday I'm gonna come face to face with Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
- And now you are. - And now I am.
Just who was it told you it was me
that slit the throat of that swine Doutan?
I want an answer.
You told me.
Me?
On the windowsill you left four infinitesimal pieces of ash
from a particularly revolting kind of tobacco
which you were known to use.
The knife blade was sharpened by a left-handed man.
You signed your name to the crime.
So, that's what.
Exactly, very careless.
Careless.
It was criminal, I calls it.
I ought to be shot.
Perhaps someday you will be.
You can put your revolver away now, Watson.
Hmm, well, Holmes, you never know.
Where is Gavin?
Sit down, Kitty.
Where is he?
You've got him into trouble.
What have you done to him?
Take it easy, Kitty.
Gavin's dead.
Dead?
Oh, it ain't possible.
Well, I was with him only two hours ago.
- You're trying to frighten me. - No, I'm not, Kitty.
It's you, you killed him.
I warned him to stay away from you.
I knew you'd do him in.
I had nothing to do with it, Kitty.
Well, who did then, who did?
He was knifed on my doorstep.
I'm sorry.
I'm deeply in his debt.
And before he died he said one word,
"Christopher."
You know what it means?
I've got to know.
What's that to me?
You want to avenge Gavin's death, don't you?
I want nothing to do with it, nor with you.
I never had any dealings with the police and I won't start now.
I'm not asking this for myself.
Our country, England is at stake.
Gavin was killed not by his own enemies, not even mine,
but the enemies of England.
Oh, so that's it.
Yes, Kitty, the Nazis killed him.
Help me to find out what "Christopher" means
and I promise the man who murdered Gavin shall pay for it.
Think, Kitty.
The cutthroats of the world menace us all.
You can help stop this savagery.
Yes, you Kitty.
It would take the police weeks, months perhaps,
to find out a certain piece of information we must have.
That's not so with you and your friends.
You know every nook and corner of London.
Get them to help us.
We need their help.
Your friends will become an army.
You understand?
Secret, invisible, and mighty,
and you will be at the head, Kitty.
You will be their leader.
Grimes, do you know what "Christopher" means?
Duggan, do you know?
Duggan, listen to me.
I ain't got no time to listen to you, girly.
But you got to listen.
Someone killed Gavin, I don't know who, but you got to help me find out.
(Crowd moans)
All right, don't help me then.
Cut your own throats, that's what you're doing.
Help me or help the Nazis.
Sure, the Nazis killed Gavin.
They might be your friends protecting 'em the way you are.
Don't you know that all the crimes they commit are being blamed on you?
Well, they are, and I hope you hang for them.
You can have 'em.
For me I'm British and I'm proud of it.
Nobody is gonna call me a Nazi and get away with it.
Well, help me then. Tell me what "Christopher" means.
- Never heard of it. - Well, don't anybody know?
Its got to mean something.
Speak up if you know what it is. Let's have it.
Don't mean a thing to me.
You gonna creep in the corners all your life?
Are you gonna sneak away at the very sight of a man like this
and show him what cowards you are?
What are you afraid of?
I'm not asking this for myself. England is at stake.
Your England as much as anyone else's.
About time to think about whose side we're on.
There's only one side, England,
no matter how high or how low we are.
You, you, you and you, we're all on the same team.
We've all got the same goal, victory!
- Now you're talking. - What do you want to know?
Spread out all over London
but find out what "Christopher" means.
We'll find out, no fear about that.
Thank you, Kitty.
Well done, my dear.
Shaw speaking.
Yes, Ms. Grandis.
That checks with my report.
No, Ms. Grandis,
Sir Evan hasn't arrived yet.
Yes, thank you.
Ms. Grandis reports that Holmes spent some time at the Air Ministry today.
That checks with my information.
Last night a murder and a session in Limehouse.
- I wonder what the fellow-- - He's here now.
I don't think I need to report on my activities, gentlemen.
You seem fairly well informed.
We have our methods, Holmes.
There only remains for you to share what's been accomplished.
All in good time, Mr. Lloyd.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Good evening, Sir Evan.
What's the matter? You look pale.
Oh, it's nothing, I...
Barham, your hand.
Let's have a look at it, Barham.
Oh, it's really nothing, just an accident.
What sort of an accident.
Some fellow took a shot at me just as I was leaving the house.
- Took a shot at you? - It's only a scratch.
Odd thing to have happen.
Have you any idea who it was?
No, I haven't.
He popped up out of the bushes just as I was getting into my car,
fired once, then disappeared.
What do you make of it, Watson?
Bullet wound.
Congratulations.
- This is a matter for the police. - Oh, no, please.
I could never identify him. Let's forget it.
Captain Shaw.
(Radio broadcast) People of Britain, greetings.
Is it shock you need?
Very well, we Nazis can produce them
'til Britain's proud head is in the dust where it belongs.
People of London, look out of your windows,
you will see your promised disaster written across the skies.
Lawford, turn out the lights please.
Look to the east end of your docks.
Are you alert, Number 20?
Look, Britain, look, and wonder, and despair.
We Nazis keep our promises.
There's a terrible fire in the east end.
...American bombers, tanks, gone, destroyed utterly.
The flames are mounting higher and higher and higher.
Now the glare must be visible
even to the short-sighted leaders of your bewildered government.
Mark well the towering fires
they consume your new planes from America,
your meager store of tanks,
your puny munitions,
and your food.
Planes that were your only defense against our all powerful Luftwaffe.
Tanks and munitions that you prayed would hold
against the magnificent 50-ton German land monsters
which will soon be crashing through your very houses.
- Food... - Turn it off.
Gentlemen, this is really a terrible setback.
How do they find out our secrets?
It's horrible, the way it's timed, the precision of it.
It's not so precise.
- Almost precise. - What do you mean?
- I should call it exact. - No,
the fires actually broke out some time before the voice
called to his operative in London.
Jove, that's true.
And last time, the train disaster,
Captain Shore was on the telephone immediately
and Scotland Yard knew all about it.
The derailment must have occurred at least 10 minutes earlier.
That's certainly possible.
Even so, what of it?
No mystery, nothing supernatural,
just split second planning that's all,
days, perhaps weeks in advance.
Very well figured out, Holmes. It gets us a step forward.
Now gentlemen, let's take a step even further.
I have charted here the total differences
between actual and transcribed broadcasts.
Using this test I'm convinced that the Voice of Terror
is undoubtedly recorded and played from a record.
What does that prove?
It proves that the Voice of Terror, the man himself,
is not in Germany.
He's here in England.
- Oh, that's impossible. - What are you telling us, Holmes?
He can't be.
Our technicians insist the broadcast originated in Zeisberg.
And so they do from recordings flown to Zeisberg.
It's impossible Holmes.
- You can't expect anyone to believe that. - It can't be done.
Thanks to the Royal Air force I have some rather curious information
that at regular intervals six Nazi bombing planes come over
and drop their deadly cargoes on non-military objectives,
a meadow or a sheep fork.
That's nonsense. The Nazis aren't fools.
- They don't waste ammunition. - Of course not.
Then what's the purpose?
To divert attention from the fact that
a single plane breaks formation each time it disappears.
But why?
Gentlemen, that lone plane picks up plans, maps,
secret military information, and the Voice of Terror's timed and recorded speech,
and flies them to Germany.
I can hardly believe it.
- Sensational if true. - It's incredible.
Fantastic.
Mr. Holmes.
Yes.
- There's a person outside asking. - A lady?
- Um... - Ask her to come in.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Gentlemen, I must leave at once.
Where are you going?
That must remain a secret even from this council.
I object to this, Mr. Holmes.
You're here against my wishes.
Since you are here I demand to know what's being done.
As I've already told you, Mr. Lloyd,
I shall report to this council at the proper time.
And so, gentlemen, until we meet again,
as I hope we will,
take no unnecessary risks. We're all in grave danger.
- Come along, Watson. - Coming.
(All clamoring)
Stick.
(Clamoring continues)
Holmes, I think we're being followed.
Yes, I know, it's Lloyd.
Lloyd, how do you know?
He's so obvious about it.
Good evening, Mr. Lloyd.
You going our way?
I intend to find out what you're doing.
Even to the point of following me?
This is our business, you know, as well as yours.
All right, come along.
This is the place.
Seems deserted.
Its been deserted for years.
Not very securely locked.
Fortunate, isn't it?
Water?
It's the river.
This is part of the old Christopher docks.
- Never heard of them. - Christopher?
- I say, Holmes, isn't that the word that Gavin-- - Quiet, Watson.
Oh, sorry.
I've almost forgotten.
They were built before Victoria.
Oh, rat.
Good evening, gentlemen.
I knew your curiosity would be your undoing, Mr. Holmes.
You were expecting me then?
Yes.
I had hoped that the entire council might have come.
It would have been a pleasure to deal with all of them,
quietly and effectively.
Eventually, they all will be taken care of.
However, Mr. Lloyd is quite a catch
and will have to suffice for the moment.
What do you intend to do with us?
Were it not the time is so pressing we might first put you on trial.
On trial for what?
Crimes against the Third Reich,
misguided efforts to wreck our inevitable victory.
Mr. Lloyd, your super British patriotism,
your blundering, but sometimes effective intelligence efforts are well-known.
We have quite a score against you which will be settled.
Dr. Watson,
a fair physician no doubt but of no consequence.
To our stupid British minds, every life is a consequence.
A quaint notion of an even quainter nation.
We are not like that.
We know that only the powerful are worthy of respect.
Let our records speak for us.
- Your records speaks, its brilliant. - Thank you.
A brilliant record of rapacity,
cruelty, torture, deceit and murder.
Murder?
(Sneezes)
Gesundheit.
Thank you.
Cold?
It's a little chilly in here.
I'm sorry you're uncomfortable.
My discomfort is of no consequence.
Your false courage is not impressive, Mr. Holmes.
Of course, you realize that you and your friends are going to die?
As all men must sooner or later.
Not later, now.
(Sneezes)
Put 'em up and keep them up.
- Good work, boys. - It's a pleasure, sir.
All right then. Line 'em up there against the wall.
Come on, get going.
Come on, get over there.
He got away.
Most unfortunate.
- I must blame myself severely. - I should think you might, Holmes.
If you hadn't been so stupid and mysterious,
allowed Scotland Yard to give you adequate protection,
the man would never have escaped.
No, he never would. Most regrettable.
- (Sneezes) - Gesundheit.
(Shouting and police whistle blowing)
(Police whistle blowing)
Keep quiet.
- Take your hands off me! - Don't be a fool.
Do you want to bring the whole force here?
(Police whistle blowing)
So that was it, aye?
Quite a haul.
It's mine.
Go ahead, your friends, the police, are undoubtedly still out there.
There isn't a better hideout in all London.
This will quiet your nerves.
The tea has got cold again.
You've been playing that thing all the afternoon,
fiddling while Rome burns.
Hello, what's this?
"General J. Lawford, KCBDSO and Captain Ronald Shaw MC,
who today narrowly escaped being struck
by a falling wall in a bombed area.
Lawford and Shaw, by a falling--"
Holmes, you don't think that--
- It was not an accident. - Good heavens.
Holmes, that sinister-looking fellow, what's his name, Meade,
- if only he hadn't got away. -Yes,
difficult as it was I managed to let him escape.
You let him escape? But great scott man,
he was about to kill us.
He may even yet.
I don't understand you, Holmes.
It's my theory that this chap Meade is the arch-criminal
and that he's behind the whole thing.
You're absolutely right, Watson, except for one thing.
Well then I'm wrong.
Have you observed that a highly secret military plan
is thwarted by each of these disasters?
Yes, I have now that you mention it.
Watson, there's a leak.
A leak? You mean in the Council?
But Holmes, that's impossible.
Anything is possible until proved otherwise.
Lets see, who's in the Council.
Lawford and Shaw,
they're above suspicion, their record proves that.
Anyhow, they were attacked.
Unsuccessfully.
There's Prentiss. Would he kill his own son?
Doesn't seem likely and yet the boy is dead.
Barham, of course, brought you into the case.
So, it's quite obvious that he wants it solved.
- Most patriotic of Sir Barham. - I say, he's a great fellow.
Played wing three-quarter for the school my last term, so I can vouch for him.
Besides he was attacked too, shot at.
So I gather.
How about Lloyd?
No, can't be him.
Meade was gonna kill him as well as us.
By the way, he's a brave fellow, Lloyd.
- Did you notice that he didn't turn a hair? - Very composed.
(Knocking)
Come in.
- Mr. Holmes. - Yes, Kitty?
I think now we'll be able to get some information from Mr. Meade.
- Your plan worked like a charm. - I knew you could do it.
Oh, it's not so hard once your mind is make up,
- and mine is. - You'll be careful.
She better be, she's mixed up with that fellow.
I'll be careful all right.
- I'm going through with this. - Good girl.
- I heard him talking on the phone today. - Yes.
He said, "I'll take care of that little Seven Oaks matter at 11:00 tonight."
Seven Oaks, isn't that where--
Barham has a country place.
Watson, there's not a moment to lose!
If I find out that Meade did kill Gavin I'll...
Yes, he'll be punished.
I warned you, no one was safe with that fellow at large.
Now he's off to Barham.
Yes, I only hope were in time.
Come along, Kitty.
- I'll get you a taxi. - Thank you, Mr. Holmes.
Do you think you ought to go out alone, sir?
Worrying about that escaped German agent, huh?
He threatens to kill the entire Council, sir.
Come Smithson, we took bigger chance than this in the trenches.
Have you forgotten?
I know, sir, but we were younger then
and there were no such thing as Nazis.
I'm ready for him.
I understand, sir.
You have driven Sir Evan down here before of course, Ms. Grandis.
Quite often. He comes down whenever he can.
He's a local Air raid Warden, you know.
Likes to get away from the excitement occasionally, huh?
Yes. It's so very quiet here.
Quiet and remote,
away from everyone.
Yes? Oh, Ms. Jill.
It's all right, Smithson. Where is Sir Evan?
- On his rounds, Miss. - Which way?
Down that lane of trees, sir.
I'll go.
You stay here. You too, Watson.
Hello there, Barham.
Holmes, what on earth are you doing out here?
- I've been worried about you. - Yes?
That fellow Meade appears to be in the neighborhood.
Do you mind if I go along with you? I'd feel better about it.
Not at all, I'd appreciate the company.
You know, it gets quite lonesome,
especially on a night like this.
By the way, do you feel you're getting any nearer
a solution of this terrible business?
Yes, yes, the end is in sight.
Really? Well, would you mind telling me?
(Air raid sirens)
- Listen, air raid sirens. - Yes.
Coming our way.
Yes.
But I don't seem to hear any planes.
Wait a minute, I can.
Look, there's one, she's coming right over.
There she is.
- Ours or theirs? - Theirs.
Holmes, she's coming in for a landing.
- The swine. - That's the pick-up plane.
The Voice must be here close by.
Then we've got him.
Barham, be careful!
I can't understand you, Holmes. Why didn't you help me?
- We almost had him. - You're too impatient, Barham.
My patience is exhausted. This has got to stop.
Thought you would have solved the whole thing long before this.
What happened? Was that a Nazi plane?
Yes, I saw the filthy swastika myself.
Great Scott!
Took a shot at him but he got away.
Meade also got away.
Well, I better go report this.
We'll go with you, Come along, Watson.
You needn't bother. I can take care of myself.
My dear fellow, there's no use taking chances.
I'm afraid you're a marked man as long as Meade is at large.
Come on.
Ah, you're a fine one leaving me along half the night.
Do you think I like it?
I want to go out and have some fun.
Don't bother me.
Said you were gonna let me work with you.
Someday you'll come back and I won't be here.
Where would you go?
That's my business.
Maybe you'll be waiting here next time and I won't come back.
Don't talk like that.
I'm sorry, Kitty.
You seem sort of different lately.
Anything the matter?
Maybe the next time you see me
I'll be in a position of authority, of power,
no longer hiding in the dark,
giving the orders, not taking them.
What do you say to that?
You're drunk.
Drunk?
Yes.
When I was a boy I dreamed a dream.
I was dressed in armor,
shining blue-gray armor.
I rode on a horse through the streets
where the people cheered hailing me.
I rode over the bodies of underlings
prostrated before me.
Their blood ran out along the gutters like a river.
What if this was no dream?
What if it was prophecy?
What if all this comes to pass?
Well, something must have happened to you.
Yes, Kitty,
something that you're going to share with me.
Get your coat, hurry.
Got plenty of petrol?
- Enough. - Start driving.
Where's Holmes?
- He'll be here I'm sure. - It's starting now.
Here he is.
You're almost late.
I had to go to Dunham Street.
(Radio broadcast) Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
your favorite broadcaster, the Voice of Terror,
coming to you from Zeisberg.
Tonight I have something special for you.
Where are you weakest you weakening people of Britain?
Consider well.
Is it lack of food?
Is it your sturdy leadership,
faulty ammunition, scarcity of shipping,
lack of raw materials?
Do you know that despite all your great efforts
your coasts are inadequately defended?
Especially one coast, and there we shall strike
swiftly, terribly, tomorrow at sunrise.
In a special broadcast at that time I shall describe the carnage.
Turn it off.
- What does he mean? - What kind of threat is this?
Remember, all our reports for the last few weeks
have indicated abnormal enemy activity on the coast of Norway.
Hmm, that means an attack in force on our northeast coast.
Then that's where we must concentrate all our forces immediately.
They'll never bring it off now that we know.
This time the Voice is boasting.
Perhaps, but so far he's made good his boasts.
What have you done to stop it?
- Shilly-shelling about while these crimes continue. - This is the last straw.
We must prevent this all-out attack at any cost.
Sir Evan is right.
All our available resources must be rushed immediate.
Withdraw material from elsewhere?
If need be, yes.
This calls for action and lots of it.
There's something curious about this broadcast.
He said "Tomorrow."
Always before it was "Now."
I wonder what it means?
There's no time to wonder at this point.
Mr. Holmes, your methods have got us nowhere.
The situation demanded action and got none.
Mr. Lloyd, I think I know when action should be taken.
Nevertheless, we take charge now.
This is a crisis you can't hope to deal with.
- A man to see you, Mr. Holmes. - Bring him in.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Holmes, sir, last night I followed Kitty
- and that fellow Meade. - Yes.
They went to a place near a bombed village on the coast.
North?
- No, sir. South. - South!
Why didn't you come sooner?
Motor trouble, sir. Just got back.
All right, it can't be helped. Stand by until we need you.
So, it's on the southern coast the drama is to be played.
The fox is out of his hole at last.
Meade has led us to the Voice of Terror.
- Gentlemen, we must set out at once. - Are you mad?
What sort of a wild goose chase are you suggesting?
- It's ridiculous. - It's time to be a stop to this.
(Buzzer)
Barham speaking.
Yes, of course.
We've been ordered to accompany Mr. Holmes.
Major Houston. Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Good evening, sir. All the arrangements have been made.
Splendid.
In that church up there?
Yes, sir.
All right. Let's go gentlemen.
Von Bock seems to be delayed.
He'll be here, never fear.
You all understand your objectives?
Sheila,
Sheila!
Yes, sir.
You understand what you are to do?
Yes, sir, I'm going with the first contingent to Liverpool.
Your men are waiting there organized to take control?
They have been ready and waiting for weeks.
What is that?
When the world is changing it is natural to be on edge.
Merely owls or perhaps wood rats.
- No, it sounded like-- - Sheila.
Yes, sir.
Walt.
The deployment at Croydon Airport, all is prepared.
- Hugo. - Birmingham,
where I used to slave in the factories but not any more.
The day has come at last.
Line them up over there.
Mr. Holmes, I was afraid you'd be too late.
I'm glad you're safe, Kitty. Come along, sit down.
Gentlemen, when Mr. Meade and I last met
he wished he could put us on trial
Mr. Lloyd, Dr. Watson, and myself.
Now Meade, you are on trial.
First let me tell you why you were met here.
The vague but canny threat against our northeastern coast was a blind.
Your group has congregated here to receive an invasion army
proceeding across the Channel.
- What? - invasion?
All those men rushed to the defense of the north.
(Crowd clamoring)
Sit down for a moment.
(Clamoring continues)
At the head of this mighty force
the picked and chosen.
The faithful would have proceed to various centers of our country
and take up a position of authority.
And we shall, do you understand that?
Unfortunately for you that is not to be.
We're held yes,
but the invasion will proceed without us.
(Everyone speaking at once)
Please be patient.
You called me on this case
to identify and silence the Voice of Terror
and to circumvent the unknown plan behind it.
That undertaking is still in progress
but we are rapidly drawing to a conclusion.
Gentlemen, the Voice of Terror is here with you in this church.
What?
- Are you referring to Meade? - Why who is it?
Meade was my one sure connection to the Voice of Terror.
At the warehouse I allowed him to escape
and assigned Kitty here to trail him.
When I learned through Kitty's abduction
that Meade had come down here to meet with a group of men
I asked myself why.
Why a deserted fishing village on the Channel
when Scotland was to be the next scene of disaster,
and why is it necessary to withdraw great stores of ordnance and material
for the protection of Scotland?
It was a ruse gentlemen.
To leave this coast unprotected.
A ruse devised by the Voice of Terror.
I knew quite early, of course,
that the Voice was a member of your august body.
You dare to insinuate that one of us?
If this is meant to be humor it's very ill time.
German agents knew I was on the case
the very night I was called in.
How did they know this secret?
One of your council informed them.
There were attempts made on the lives of all of us.
But the attempt made on the life of one of your members
was entirely unsubstantiated, resting on his word alone.
One member whom I went to the country ostensible
to protect, actually to surprise.
This member fired on the Nazi pick-up plane,
not in rage as he pretended
but to warn and frighten it away.
That was very clever of you, Sir Evan.
Sir Evan?
Why I can't believe it.
Sir Evan couldn't be implicated in a thing like this.
What does Sir Evan got to say?
Let me congratulate you, Mr. Holmes.
You admit this outrageous accusation?
Well, there's been treason before but this is beyond belief.
Treason is not involved.
Sir Evan Barham is not Sir Evan Barham.
What are you talking about?
In March 1918 Lieutenant Evan Barham
was a prisoner in a German prison camp.
There his amazing resemblance to a certain Heinrich von Bock,
a brilliant young member of the German Secret Service,
sealed young Barham's fate.
One morning he was taken out and shot,
murdered in cold blood.
- Then this man is-- - Is Heinrich von Bock
who has been masquerading in Barham's place for the past 24 years.
You see gentlemen, the Germans plan well in advance.
It's incredible.
How could a thing like this happen?
Barham had no immediate family.
The details of his private life were effortless studied by von Bock
who was three years at Oxford and had a perfect knowledge of the English language
and English habits.
So, with possibly the help of a little plastic surgery,
not forgetting the considerable resemblance to Barham in the first place,
the deception was carried through.
Very clever, Mr. Holmes.
I must say, Holmes, this is positively amazing.
What made you first suspect Barham?
The real Sir Evan Barham carried a scar from childhood.
This one is about 20 years old,
a detail but significant.
I can't believe it.
It was Barham who insisted on your being brought into the case.
A colossal piece of egocentric conceit.
One to match your own, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Of course I brought you into the case
to see your weak and silly handling, to watch you fumble and lose it.
Are you too stupid to realize that this group
is but a small part of our organization?
We have men stationed all over England ready to take command.
They never will.
They were all taken exactly at dawn just as you were.
So, now we are now trapped, huh?
No gentlemen, it is you who are trapped?
Listen.
(Planes flying)
Even now our Messerschmitts are roaring overhead,
the vanguard of the invasion.
Why are they not grounded?
Where are your boosted anti-aircraft guns?
They are silent.
Our little ruse was entirely successful.
The coast has been stripped of its defenses.
Preserve your vaunted British vanity as best you may
in this your hour of most humiliating defeat.
You have not captured us my friend.
We have annihilated you.
Do you really think we're so blind
that we would strip this coast of defenses
because of a voice on a phonograph record?
The council was deliberately misinformed
about moving the defense forces.
- You are trying to save your face. - Look, if you think I'm lying.
Those are not Messerschmitts.
They're Spitfires and Hurricanes
returning from blasting your invasion forces.
Destroying men in barges by the thousands.
Look further, von Bock, look below.
Commandos, tanks,
slipping away now that your invasion force has been destroyed.
To bring ruin and terror to your people.
I wonder if there's anything on the wireless about this?
(Radio broadcast) The BBC.
We are frightfully sorry to announce
that a special broadcast of the Voice of Terror
will have to be delayed indefinitely.
The threat against our northern coast made only as a blind
to cover the enemies invasion plans has not been fulfilled.
Instead our victorious planes have blasted invasion bases on the continent,
destroying enormous stores of material and troops.
More news of this triumphant victory tomorrow.
At the same time,
the scattered Nazi agents all over the Commonwealth
have been unceremoniously clapped into prison.
That is all.
Look out!
This girl merits our deepest gratitude.
Our country is honored in her having such loyalty and devotion.
We'll remember.
Holmes, I don't know how we'll ever thank you.
Don't try, it isn't necessary.
I'll be with you in a minute, Holmes.
I'll just see that she's taken care of.
I always did think that chap was an impostor.
Barham was a good fellow.
Played wing three-quarters for the school.
What a lovely morning, Holmes.
There's an east wind coming, Watson.
No, I don't think so. Looks like another warm day.
Good 'ol Watson.
The one fixed point in the changing age.
There's an east wind coming all the same.
Such a wind has never blew on England yet.
It will be cold and bitter, Watson.
And a good many of us may wither before its blast.
But its God's own wind nonetheless
and a greener, better, stronger, land
that will lie in the sunshine when the storm was cleared.