Watson.
What is the medical term for obsession?
I feel, you see,
that I must lay to rest a ghost
which has haunted me for some time.
I shall be away for several weeks in the Highlands.
Meanwhile, your patients might be encouraged
by seeing you more often in your consulting room.
What about Baker Street?
Poste restante, Diogenes Club and the Irregulars. You know my methods.
Now, I shall be watching you.
With my third eye.
(Man) 110 carats, sir.
Bigger than the Hope diamond. Bigger even than the Koh-i-noor.
No wonder the Froggies are anxious to get it back.
Closing in ten minutes, sir.
(Shouts)
(BIows whistle)
- This is my sister. - (Both) Agnes.
Do you not perceive a strong family resemblance between us?
It's the bone structure.
Peculiar to the Garridebs, be they male or female.
And this is Emily.
We're descended from good Anglo-Saxon stock.
Ancient blood courses through our veins.
I'm relieved to hear it. Please do sit down.
Did... did you say Garrideb?
- Doctor, I don't repeat myself. - She doesn't repeat herself.
I've just said that, Agnes dear.
My sister is a little hard of hearing.
One of my university lecturers was called Garrideb.
- He remembers you, Dr Watson. - You're related?
He is our brother Nathan, and the only reason for our presence here today.
He's ill?
- Not inordinately. - Oh, no.
Are either of you ladies ill?
The very thought!
My sister and I have followed a strict regime of clean, healthy living
since we were young girls.
My father wouldn't allow it.
And we insist that all our gentlemen do the same.
- Your gentlemen? - Our gentlemen tenants, Dr Watson.
Oh, I see. You erm... you rent rooms.
Not to anybody, you understand.
My sister and I are most particular about who we have under our roof.
- Isn't that so? - I don't quite follow.
If er... if no-one is ill, why have you come to see me?
I'd have thought that was obvious, Doctor.
(Both) We have a case for Mr Sherlock Holmes.
(Snoring)
Mycroft. Wake up.
Cantlemere?
Oh! We don't often see you here at the Diogenes.
Have you spoken to your brother as requested?
Alas, no.
Well, I don't need to remind you from whence the request came.
It is the Prime Minister's personal wish
that your brother should employ his detective skills
to find the Mazarin diamond and return it to Whitehall without delay.
I'm rather afraid Sherlock's unavailable at the present time.
Unavailable?
Inconvenient, I know. But he's engaged on another case up in the Highlands.
- Won't be back for about a week. - Not good enough, Mycroft.
You really must try and keep your brother on a shorter leash.
Do you know the history of the Mazarin diamond?
Yes, of course I do.
It was named after Cardinal Jules Mazarin,
a chief minister during the reign of Louis XIV.
It belongs now to the Queen.
Yes, but it is soon to be returned to France, where it belongs,
as a goodwill gesture on the part of the British people.
And I think you'll agree that such a gesture
could only help to cement the relationship between our two countries.
To go back on our word now could spell diplomatic disaster.
The Prime Minister has asked that your brother investigates this case
and Mr Holmes has never, ever let him down.
My dear Horatio, if Sherlock were here,
I'm sure he'd be more than delighted to assist.
At least, I think he would.
But he's not here, you see, so he can't.
But I could.
Illuminate me.
(Birds tweeting)
He came to the house yesterday.
- (Watson) Who did? - The American.
An American came to your house to visit your brother
and offered him a large sum of money.
(Both) Five million dollars.
Five million dollars?!
Fifteen million dollars to be divided between three people.
With the same name, Garrideb.
But only male Garridebs can share the fortune.
- Like my brother. - And the American.
- But it's as plain as a pikestaff. - (Knock at door)
Oh.
He's not a real Garrideb at all!
He says he is but we know otherwise, don't we?
- You do? How? - Bone structure.
- He simply doesn't have it. - No.
Of course. Bone structure.
Whoever he is, the man's an absolute cad.
Mycroft, think of the country.
Imagine if the Mazarin diamond was never found.
Or turns up again in a variety of different shapes.
Now, ladies, if you'll excuse me, there are patients waiting to be seen.
Here is our card, Doctor.
You will speak on our behalf, won't you, Doctor? Please.
- I'll do what I can. - Five million dollars.
Thank you for listening, Doctor.
Come along, Agnes.
He's not as intelligent as I thought he'd be.
(Watson) 'The name Garrideb will probably mean nothing to you
'but I feel I should relay the particulars of a most extraordinary tale.'
(Mycroft) How long had the diamond been exhibited before its theft?
Nearly ten years.
- Inside the same glass case? - Yes, as far as we know.
Hm. Has this lock ever been changed?
The whole gate would have to be replaced, Mr Holmes.
Nothing was left to chance.
Inspector, whoever took the diamond
was able to walk in here without any apparent difficulty.
Since there are no marks or scratches on the lock to suggest it was forced,
we may safely conclude the thief had a key.
'Once inside, it would have been the work of a moment
'to smash the case and remove the stone.'
I gather you were unconscious at the time of the theft.
- That's right, sir. - Fell?
I was seeing out the last of the public and getting ready to lock up
- when he came at me. - You saw him?
Er, no, sir. Before I could turn around, he clobbered me and I went down.
You seem confident that your attacker was a male who acted alone.
I suppose so, sir. But I couldn't swear to it.
As far as I knew, the Count had gone and the museum was empty.
The Count?
The Count Sylvius was the last member of the public to leave before the attack.
Count Negretto Sylvius.
We've spoken to him. He remembers nothing untoward.
He would.
The commissioner himself has asked me not to pursue that line of enquiry.
The Count was lucky, sir.
If he'd stayed any longer, he might have got clobbered as well!
(Humming Camptown Races)
Here he is, Nathan.
- Oh, dear. - Oh, he hasn't, has he?
Yes, he has.
Ah, young er... Watkinson.
- Nice to see you after all these years. - Pay no regard, Doctor.
Sit you down, sit you down, young Watkins.
Oh.
A species of the family Vespertilionidae.
Found them in a subterranean cavern in my travels in Sofala in southeast Africa,
in my younger days.
I don't get out much now, of course. Hands and legs aren't what they were.
Nathan, Dr Watson is acting for Mr Sherlock Holmes.
He has come to talk about the other Mr Garrideb, not your hands and legs.
Oh, here it is.
Tell him what the American told us.
(Nathan) Our visitor started by explaining
that anyone from Kansas in the United States of America
would recognise the name Alexander Hamilton Garrideb.
He had no kith nor kin.
But he took pride in the queerness of the name, and that brought us together.
One day I had a visit from the old man.
He was tickled to find someone of the same name
and dead set on finding out if there were any other Garridebs in the world.
So he asked me to find him another.
I said I was a busy man
and couldn't spend my life hiking round the world in search of other Garridebs.
But when he died about a year later,
he left behind the queerest will ever filed in the state of Kansas.
His property was divided into three parts,
of which I was to have one,
on condition that I found two Garridebs who would share the remainder.
Five million dollars each if it's a cent.
But we can't lay a finger on it until we all three stand in a row.
I don't believe a word of it.
Sir, there isn't one in the whole of the United States.
I went through it with a fine-tooth comb and never a Garrideb could I catch.
Then I decided to try the old country
and sure enough, there was your name in the London telephone directory.
Three adult men, sir.
That's what it specified in Alexander Hamilton Garrideb's will.
Two down. One to go.
Five million dollars. Hallelujah.
Unparalleled good fortune!
(Nathan) Female relatives are disqualified.
There must be some other Garridebs in the world. What do you think?
Do you believe this man's story?
Without a doubt. He had an honest face.
- Oh! - The man's a rogue.
Your sisters think otherwise.
Emily and Agnes are inclined to read too much romantic fiction.
And find shadows where there should only be light.
- Nonsense. - Thank you for explaining, Mr Garrideb.
It's been a great pleasure to see you again. Can I have a word?
(Agnes) Nathan, you silly old...
Well, you'll just have to draw your own conclusion.
Lf, as seems probable, this American Garrideb is a rogue,
you may have seen the last of him.
But please let me know of any further developments.
(Both) Oh, we shall.
- Goodbye, sir. - Good day to you, then, young Watkins.
Poppycock and balderdash!
Just think what I could do with five million dollars.
Why, I've got the nucleus of a national collection.
I shall be the Hans Sloane of my age. Oh!
(Sings)
(Gunshot)
Mycroft Holmes.
Well, well.
First the police and now you.
Come to find where I am hiding the Mazarin stone?
I didn't expect a confession, Count.
Then you won't be disappointed.
- Please, if you wish. - Hm.
Be careful. It's a hair trigger.
They were a gift from the Princess of Wales.
Such balance. Such workmanship.
A beautiful thing fits strangely in the wrong hand.
Yes, she is extraordinarily beautiful.
- She? - The diamond.
Oh.
I must say I'm surprised no-one has been tempted
to steal her away from Whitehall before.
I'm sure the temptation was there, Count.
All that was lacking was audacity and opportunity.
Ah. Audacity and opportunity. And motive?
Avariciousness and greed are motives, Count.
I'm sure you're familiar with them.
The police are satisfied I was away from the building when the theft occurred.
Que sera, sera.
I'm following my own line of enquiry,
as my brother did with Miss Minnie Warrender
when she accused you of stealing her jewels.
My conscience is clear.
Our past is an unresolved duel, Mycroft.
You may hold some personal grievance against me.
But that gives you no right to sully my good name and reputation.
This is between us, Count.
You and me.
Oh, do forgive me. It's a hair trigger.
(Stall holder shouting)
(Cabbie) Should I wait, guv?
- No. No, it won't be necessary. - Very well, then.
Walk on, Bobbin.
(Watson) 'My dear Holmes,
'I agree that five million dollars is an impossibly generous offer.
'For the sake of my old tutor, I hope it doesn't prove to be false.'
I'm sorry to disturb you, Doctor. There's a Mr Garrideb to see you.
Thank you, Mrs Hudson. Show him in.
Forgive me, I was expecting someone else.
Mr Nathan Garrideb, I suppose.
- You must be Dr Watkins. - Close.
What can I do for you, Mr Garrideb?
For a start, you can stop interfering in matters that don't rightly concern you.
I'm sorry?
I saw the old man and his sisters.
They say you're acting on behalf of Mr Sherlock Holmes.
That's no reflection on you, Mr Garrideb.
Mr Holmes and I have means of getting information not available to the public.
I don't want the police butting into a private matter.
Surely, the sooner we find a third male Garrideb, the better for all concerned?
Well, that puts it different.
If you're content to help us find the third man, I can't see any harm in that.
I hope I put your mind at rest, Mr Garrideb.
John Garrideb. I'm sorry if I was a bit short with you back there, Dr Watkins.
Watson. That's quite all right.
I'm fairly new to this country and haven't gotten used to your English ways yet.
I guess I must seem impatient to a man like yourself.
Urbane and unsophisticated.
Good luck with your search, Mr Garrideb.
I'll be in touch if I discover anything useful.
Much obliged, Doctor. Much obliged.
(Watson) 'John Garrideb has an English coat, frayed at the elbow,
'and trousers bagged at the knees with at least a year's wear.
'Despite what he says, I'll wager that he hasn't just arrived in this country.'
You would hardly refuse to trade with someone
who possessed a diamond of exceptional quality?
- That depends, Mr Mycroft. - Oh? On what?
The provenance of the diamond, of course. Its legality.
Even if it were brought to you by a respectable member of society?
Her Majesty could offer me the Crown Jewels
and I'd still refuse to do business with her.
Mm-hm.
Strange to think that pieces of crystallised carbon
could be the cause of such great human happiness and tragedy.
Some things are better said in private, Mr Mycroft.
- You do understand? - I think we understand each other.
You have a reputable business. You can't afford to make mistakes.
Le'chaim.
- You were offered a diamond? - Yes.
I was interested, of course.
He was willing to pay a lot of money.
Who was?
- Tell me. - The Count.
And his name?
- Count Sylvius. - Hm.
Well, that's no good to me, Ikey. I need them within two days.
With the greatest respect, sir,
only Roger Presbury could have cut your diamond in less than a week.
And he took his skills with him to the grave.
Well, then, I'd better find someone alive to do the work while there is still time.
What can you do?
(Mycroft) Who was Roger Presbury?
(Sanders) Ah. A true genius.
In his hands a lifeless, shapeless stone became a living, breathing work of art.
- Diamonds were his life. - And his death.
Indeed. He was murdered five years ago during a quarrel about some gems.
Ah, such a tragedy.
- Did you see the count's diamond? - Alas, no.
But he did give me a description of it.
(Mycroft) 'He described a round stone of finest purity and colour?
'Approximately 100 carats in weight? '
'110, Mr Mycroft.'
But a little too close for comfort to a description of the Mazarin stone.
I've taken up enough of your time.
Not at all, Mr Mycroft, sir. Not at all.
(Knocking)
Ladies!
Ladies, I've got news.
Ladies, tell your brother I've got good news.
Your antipathy for the Count is well known, unlike your reasons.
He brings the higher echelons of our society into disrepute.
In your opinion.
I suppose you realise that the Count is among the guests
at a levee at St James's Palace tomorrow morning.
Ha! He should be serving a prison sentence.
And the Prince and Princess of Wales
are unlikely to entertain suspected criminals, aren't they?
Drive on, George.
(Stately classical music)
Enchanting.
You are an incorrigible flatterer, Count Sylvius.
Bertie would be most disturbed if he knew of your attention.
Your most humble servant, ma'am.
(Mycroft) A beautiful thing fits strangely in the wrong hand.
There.
"Howard Garrideb. Constructor of agricultural machinery.
"Binders, reapers, steam and hand plows,
"drills, harrows, farmer's carts, buckboards
"and all other appliances.
"Estimates for artesian wells.
"Apply Grosvenor Buildings, Aston."
John, Nathan and now Howard.
The third Garrideb.
- Read the advertisement again. - Look at the spelling.
"Howard Garrideb. Constructor of agricultural machinery.
"Binders, reapers, steam and hand plows."
- And how do you spell ploughs? - P- L- O- W- S.
That's American spelling. It could be a printer's error.
- Oh! Buckboards? - (Both) Artesian wells?
In Birmingham?
So you're implying that this advertisement
has been written by an American. John Garrideb.
And this Howard Garrideb simply doesn't exist.
But he has asked Nathan to meet him in his office, alone,
tomorrow night in Birmingham.
Now, something is wrong, Doctor. Terribly wrong.
(Knocking at door)
(Watson) 'Count Negretto Sylvius.
'Gameshot, sportsman, man about town, confidence trickster.'
Er, please, sir...
Here it is.
And now diamond thief.
I'll have him. I'll have him.
- You can't go in there! - It's quite all right, Mrs Hudson.
- Dr Watson! - The Count is expected.
Well, you might have warned me.
- I want to talk to this man in private. - Stay where you are, Watson.
You have gone out of your way to annoy me.
You have set your creatures upon my track.
My creatures?
I assure you, no.
Two days ago, it was a cabman.
Today, some booming old fool at the Palace.
You give my little impersonations too much praise.
So, you admit that you have dogged me. Why?
I want the Mazarin stone.
You have come here to find out how much I know
and how far my removal is absolutely essential.
I know everything except one thing, which you are now about to tell me.
Where is the Mazarin stone?
How the devil should I be able to tell you where she is?
Do you know what is kept in this notebook, Count?
You. You are all here.
Every action of your vile and dangerous life.
You know you will make nothing of that.
Here is the robbery on the Train Deluxe to the Riviera.
And here, oh, in the same year, Count,
is the forged cheque to the Crédit Lyonnais.
- No, you're wrong there. - Then I am right on the others.
Now, Count. You are a card player.
When the other fellow has all trumps,
it saves time to put down one's hand.
What has all this to do with the Mazarin stone?
I have the cabbie who took you to Whitehall and brought you away again.
I have the attendant who saw you lurking near the jewel case.
I have the jeweller who refused to cut the stone up.
That's the hand I play from.
But one card is missing. The Queen of Diamonds.
You're wasting time if you believe I have her.
Continue to dog me if it amuses you.
You don't amuse me.
Remember, hair trigger.
How can he hope to dispose of it?
(Sighs) The jeweller said it would take weeks to cut up the stone.
Only a man called Presbury could do it in less time.
And he's dead. But the man who killed him may still be alive.
What does he mean by "hair trigger"?
He means I won't die in my bed.
(Screaming)
These are postmortem photographs of Roger Presbury. Rather unpleasant.
- You must be used to such sights. - Ah, yes, indeed.
And what can you tell us of his murderer, Inspector?
A man called Winter.
I've got his photograph in our rogues' gallery somewhere.
Found guilty of manslaughter, sentenced to five years.
Oh. Released two months ago.
Here he is. A native of Chicago.
James Winter, alias Morecroft, alias Evans, alias...
John Garrideb.
The man you know as John Garrideb
once worked for Roger Presbury?
It's quite extraordinary.
- Sir? - Get away with you! Get away!
Get away! Be off! Officer!
(Holmes) 'My dear Watson, Presbury dead five years.
'Identify Garrideb's lodger. Holmes.'
(Screaming)
Mycroft!
No! My God, I thought it was you.
This is proof he feels my boot very close to his backside.
It must be very wearisome for you trying to keep this place tidy, Mrs Hudson.
My sister and I are quite used to clutter.
It seems that this John Garrideb is an impostor.
His name is Winter. I told you, Emily.
- I didn't like his eyes. - It was the bone structure, dear.
He simply didn't have it.
- A telegram arrived a moment ago. - Thank you, Mrs Hudson.
Now, ladies, please.
'Come to workshop. Urgent information. Ikey.'
It is very important you tell me about your American lodger
and why he left your household.
- Well, he didn't leave. - He simply disappeared.
Do you remember when?
(Agnes) When? Oh, dear.
It was... four or five years ago.
- Isn't that right, Emily? - Give or take a few months, yes, dear.
Then your brother took over his room.
How clever of you to know that, Doctor.
Miss Garrideb. Miss Garrideb.
And Miss Garrideb.
Watson, would you be good enough to escort these ladies home?
I have urgent business to attend to. I'll follow you later.
I'll try to persuade Nathan not to travel to Birmingham.
We should be so grateful.
It could cause irreparable damage to his health.
Forgive me, ladies.
Two of the finest detectives it's ever been my privilege to meet.
Oh, such a card!
(Mycroft) I really am very sorry.
What's done is done, Mr Mycroft.
Van Seddar is in London.
He plans to return to Amsterdam before tomorrow night.
- Who is Van Seddar? - He has a boat down on the Thames.
He will take...
He will take the Mazarin stone to Amsterdam.
Are you sure the stone hasn't been cut?
Ah. Well, you see, it can be cleaved.
Split down the grain with a single blow.
Would Presbury's assistant have the skill to cleave a large diamond?
He may convince others that he has.
But not me.
(Watson) The man is a criminal, Mr Garrideb.
But he doesn't exist, dear.
- Poppycock and balderdash! - He doesn't exist.
- We've been trying to tell you that. - Nonsense.
You're jealous because I'm about to inherit five million dollars.
I have no right to insist, but it's my professional advice, Mr Garrideb,
that you should not travel to Birmingham.
Out of my way, young Watkins, unless you wish to be trampled underfoot.
When I return tomorrow, I shall be a wealthy man.
Euston.
(Chiming)
Doctor, my sister and I will have to retire shortly.
There are plenty of spare beds if you wish to sleep, Doctor.
Please don't worry about me, Miss Garrideb. I'll just stay there.
Oh. Well, there are plenty of cushions.
Let's plump them up. A little more comfortable, I'm sure.
No, please. Don't let me... Don't let me keep you awake.
- I'll just draw the curtains for you. - No, please. It's all right.
You will help yourself to tea and cake, won't you, Doctor?
- Thank you. - Or there's a little sherry, if you prefer.
Don't hesitate. In fact, I might just...
- Come along, Emily dear. - Oh.
- We'll bid you good night, then, Doctor. - Good night.
(Mycroft grunts)
All clear, is it?
- (Watson) Yes. - Splendid.
(Owl hooting)
What an extraordinary room.
I'm afraid Mr Garrideb is on his way to Birmingham.
Oh, that's excellent.
This is much more serious than I had thought, Watson.
You may need this.
Douse the candles, Watson.
- Is that sherry? - Yes.
(Exhaling loudly)
(Grunts)
It's not bad, this sherry.
James Winter, I presume.
(Watson yells)
Watson!
Are you all right?
I saw the gun in his hand. I didn't...
- You've got the wrong man. - I think not, Mr Winter.
- It was Presbury's idea. - Presbury is dead.
When he was alive, sir. You've got to believe me.
He went to the museum every week for three years,
figuring out a way to steal the Mazarin stone and hack it up.
Making the duplicate key was easy. Before he had a chance to use it, he died.
- He was murdered for that key. - Not by me, sir.
I'm sorry, Doctor.
I told the jury so at the trial.
It was some argument over jewellery, but they didn't believe me.
Did you steal the Mazarin stone?
No, sir. I did not.
I didn't mean to hit you. I'm sorry.
Then who did?
Presbury's murderer.
The only other man who knew of this plan to steal it.
The only man cool enough to take a diamond out of Whitehall.
And the man for whom you spent five years of your life behind bars.
It suited us both to work together.
Please, let me help you.
He could steal it and I could use Presbury's equipment
to cut it up fast.
But Nathan Garrideb was in the way.
(Laughs)
Yeah. And I was the only one who knew the location of his workshop.
Can you wonder I wanted to get to it?
And can you wonder, when I found this crazy boob of a bug-hunter
squatting right on top of it and never quitting his room,
why I had to do all I could to shift him?
Easy!
It would have been a whole lot easier to put him away but I'm a soft-hearted guy.
As your Lord Byron said,
"He was the mildest-mannered man who ever cut a throat."
- Where is the Mazarin stone? - My associate is bringing it here.
But now we'll have to forego cleaving it before shipping it to Amsterdam.
By Van Seddar?
- Yes. - Huh!
It's already on its way to Amsterdam.
Your associate has betrayed you just as he's betrayed so many others.
He and I made a deal, and a gentleman always keeps his word.
Aargh!
Oh!
(Speaks Dutch)
I'm fine... No, please, please!
- Shall I get a doctor, Doctor? - No.
Just get me a towel and some water, please. Thank you.
Your associate has used you, Winter.
He'd no intention of allowing you to cleave the stone.
You'd served your purpose.
Now, where is Van Seddar's boat?
(Panting)
(Gun clicks)
Aargh!
Come on!
Brother mine.
Bravo.
(Stately classical music)
(Princess of Wales) Je suis enchantée. (French President) Merci bien, madame.