Sherlock Holmes - The Empty House

Oh, excuse me, Dr. Bonson.

Oh, yes, yes, in.

What is it?

There's a person to sing as well.

In the consent room?

No, yes, sir.

Didn't get a name that said you're not in for.

Oh, really?

We're asking what if...

No, no, never mind.

I've seen.

Send him in.

Very good, sir.

That's why I came here.

Here, I know your face.

Men have been known to die of shock.

And I imagine in those moments I might die to join my boyfriend home.

to join my boyfriend home. I am not talking about some privilege for so long to share the adventures of Sherlock home.

I will tell you about the empty house. By then, after three years, I learned to live with the knowledge that homes was dead.

Excuse me, please. But just a moment.

It was in more space than we did in 2014.

After the honorable run over there, I was murdered in Malone and the most unusual in the next couple of circumstances.

I remember thinking more clearly than ever the boss of the military had sustained by the death of Sherlock home in three years before.

In the back I was thinking so much about home and the adventures we'd had together.

But I got quite a shock when I had bumped into a man in opposite species and found it was his brother on my phone.

Oh, have a chair, sir.

I'd pay your pardon, sir.

Oh, it's just a microchome, isn't it?

Of course, your doctor Watson.

That's right.

Hey, goodbyes and see, Nat, tell me though, have you kept up your own interest in crime since Sherlock's dead?

Well, in a way, you know, you usually read up the latest days and try to work it out as homes might have done.

Just my own amusement, you know.

Quite.

Quite.

Now, what do you say about this adair business?

Sherlock would have loved this one.

Honorable Ronald Adair, second son of the Earl of Maynuths, you know.

Love shot in his room late last night.

The mother and sister were out, came home, couldn't get her applied his door.

No, his life was on.

It got it burst in and found in there.

Bulleted through the head.

No weapon to do.

Just a few gold and silver coins stacked on the table.

And a list of some of the chips he plays card with regular day at his club.

I say.

Not on it.

Little doubt about it.

No clues, though, by all accounts.

The door of his room locked on the inside.

No signs of a forced entry.

And the rooms on the second floor, overlooking Park Lane.

No possible way of climbing up or down to it, short of putting up scaffolding the police say.

No, no.

Ah, but was any of the windows open there?

Couldn't the shot have been far from across the street?

He was shot with a soft-nosed revolver bullet.

No, it wasn't that hard, then.

No man in this world could get them a plum in the head with a revolver from the other side of Park Lane in the amn at night.

Precisely.

And there are no reports of anyone hearing a shot.

Well, it's a gun business with her hands.

You're quite right.

No, but a Sherlock wouldn't have liked it in it.

Oh, yes.

I'm the thing with it.

I'll throw around by Park Lane on my way home.

Living in Can you do that enough?

Well, do that, Dr. Watson.

No. 427 of the house is.

I passed that way myself a few minutes ago.

You, your crowd, hanging about, telling one another how it was done, you know.

But between you and me, I don't think they're getting old.

They're really dear to the mark.

Oh!

It's a failure, he didn't know it.

Chuck, the gun out of the window and he fell to the floor.

Don't say nothing to you about those pistols standing top lane.

I say this is done.

It's always done.

This is done.

Shocking through the kiosk.

Oh, brum, I'll keep telling you.

He hadn't got no misses.

He lived with his sister in his mark.

He went up right down the...

Yes, sir.

That's right.

There you are.

You're keeping it in a minute, poor.

Who asked for your opinion, right?

Yeah.

He knew that I wasn't sitting in a...

And you, sir.

Now look here, my good man.

Let me pass.

Yeah.

Look what you're doing.

Not the valuable books you've knocked out of my hair.

Oh, come on.

I'll pick your blessed books up for you, then.

Yeah.

And now, good day to the lot, Bill.

I wonder what's wrong with the last year.

I know you've been playing something that's good looking.

Excuse me, Dr. Watson.

Oh, yes, get in.

What is it?

There's a passing to see, is that?

In the consultative room?

No, yes, sir.

You didn't give a name, but say you didn't know anything.

Good day.

Well, ask him what he...

No, no, never mind.

I'll see him.

Say it again.

Very good, sir.

It's my ex here.

Now, sir.

Yeah, I know your face.

Yeah, you should do.

You've not told my valuable books out of my hands in Barclay.

Oh, well, that was natural, then.

I picked them up for you.

What are you doing here?

You are surprised to see me, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I have a concert, sir.

And when I chance to see you go into this house,

as I came hobbling up in you, I thought to myself,

I'd just step in and see that kind gentleman

and tell him that if I was a big gruff thing,

my manor, there was not any harm, then.

And the time much obliged to him for pitting up my books.

Well, there he is.

Oh, still.

There's still more of you.

Ah.

Good day.

Oh, I don't mention it, sir.

My little bookshops just turned a corner.

From you, a corner of church.

Think you know it.

I see.

And maybe you collect yourself, sir?

No, no, no.

Oh.

Picking, spicking.

Now, here's British bird.

Oh, lovely book.

Bowling bass.

Then the works of Catalan.

The Holy Wall.

And I give you one of them.

What about it?

No, I am.

With the same volumes, you could just fill the gap

on that second shelf behind you there.

It looks entirely, isn't it?

Not sure.

Well, behind you, sir.

Oh, yes, sir.

I see.

Yes, sir.

Oh, it's very much on how much you wish to.

Oh.

My dear Watson.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

He agreed.

He looked as if he'd seen it goes.

Oh.

I suppose he's here.

Oh.

Oh.

Just another step, my dear fella.

It's very warm.

Yes.

It seems to work for all your patience, so it should work for you.

Oh.

I can't believe it.

My dear Watson, I owe you a thousand apologies.

No, no, no, no.

It was inexcusable of me to drop my disguises to Medicare.

I had no idea that you'd be self-expected.

I should have prepared you.

But tell me, sir.

You're on a lie, everybody.

I don't understand you went over the writing box.

For you and Moriati.

Moriati went over the falls.

I remained alive.

That was three years ago.

Three long years, Watson.

But you see, as I stood on the brink trying to get my birthday, it came to me in the flesh.

What I must do.

I knew that Moriati wasn't the only man who swung to have my life.

There were at least three others.

One of them would almost certainly get here.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

But if the world was convinced that I was dead, they were dropped there, God.

And sooner or later, I could destroy them.

I see.

My brother, my thought was my only confidence from them, ah.

Oh, but surely you, brother.

I owe you another apology, Watson.

But you understand I had to stay hidden as it were, until my would-be-assessions were rinse

more.

An ruler?

Alpha-to-one.

And he knows I didn't die with Mariati, so there's no point in pretending further.

Do you mean he's recognized your sins then?

That's it.

Perhaps it's remarkable business, it's remarkable.

And this is about the happiest day of my life.

Thank you, Watson.

Tell me where have you been all this time?

Oh, I haven't been idle.

I was unable to come back to London when I'm too well-known,

but I've traveled for two years into bed, looked in at Mecca,

and paid an interesting visit to the Caliphate, caught two.

Then I returned to France.

There, I learned that there was only one of mine in this left in London.

I came over here to France and found that my crops had had two to one bee,

baked a sweet cap just as I left it.

Mrs. Hudson had his sterics when she saw me by the way,

and I was going to look you up as quickly as possible,

and this partly in business, isn't it?

Yeah, they're murder.

Well, what's I got to do with you?

What's it got to do with you, Watson?

You were conspicuously prominent,

and that it'll cry about, is it the house that's ruining?

Well, I have a selling truth.

I often like to try to puggle these cases for myself.

I wonder what you would have done if I shouldn't have.

Go back to good old days to me.

Well, the good old days are back now.

I came here to ask for your cooperation here.

Go, like a short film.

But I warn you, we had dangerous work ahead of us tonight.

All the better.

I'll do the right.

We eat a bite of dinner here, this evening, by your leave, of course.

Don't worry about that.

They'll be me to take a cab to somewhere about Cabinet Square.

We go from there on foot to the front of small lanes and use.

I'm not ready to be generally recognized yet.

Just this disguise, which I think I've dispensed with now.

Well, we'll be walking through.

To bankruptcy.

Do you want to be homeless?

But both quiet.

The house opposite.

Opposite.

Camden house, you mean?

That's it?

Well, Holmes, I don't know what you're having mind with.

Camden house has been empty for ages.

I've passed there again on the other day.

That's it.

What are we going to do there, Holmes?

If I'm not mistaken, we shall be meeting someone.

Oh, Colonel Moran.

Did he anything to you?

Moran, Moran, no.

No, I thought he'd done.

Huh?

God, there was too much after all.

Got a house through?

Yes.

Yes.

Here we are.

Last year, did you truly do?

Get it off.

Now, then, let's see.

Well, yeah, I know that.

I was in that room, everything, they know.

Camden house.

Oh, Moran.

Correa.

Can.

Moran walk.

What's the point?

Moran.

Moran.

Yeah.

Can.

Moran walk.

Yeah.

Moran.

Correa.

Moran walk.

Moran walk.

Correa.

Moran walk.

Moran walk.

Correa.

Sharpur and Kaboos.

Did they make up for them in your service, wasn't it?

No, I didn't.

Well, it goes on, offer a city game of the Westerns in the late 1881.

Three months in the jungle, 1884.

It was with them.

The dress comes with street cards.

There's an Indian tank of those.

They get her card card.

Pretty impressive.

Yes, the 20th doesn't say those.

But he's the most dangerous man in London.

So, he's moved up to scale in recent years.

Well, Mariachi is alive.

Moran was only the second most dangerous.

He was Mariachi's chief of staff.

Well, see.

Oh, the man did only be enough in his day.

But whatever the cause,

Granamoran began to go wrong.

Without any public scandal,

he made India too hot to hold it.

He retired to London.

And Mariachi pretty soon fought him out.

Ah!

Mariachi kept in liberally supplies his money.

And he used him only in one or two very high-class jobs

beyond the scope of the ordinary criminal.

Oh, sir.

Well, another one's fitting with tonight.

You will see,

there is sufficient to say that Granamoran

is the one man remaining who'd like to assassinate me.

The moment he gets his opportunity,

for my part,

I've been waiting these three years

for an opportunity of laying him by the heels.

But what could I do?

I couldn't shoot him on sight.

Couldn't you put it in my hand on the police?

Ah, useless.

Not as straight as evidence again.

You never wasn't.

I knew there was nothing I could do until...

in your watch.

Well, until the night of your night.

I was looking at an empty house.

Looking from an empty house,

wasn't in the direction of our former humble abode.

And now, I'm thankful to say,

mine again,

two to one B,

Baker Street.

Cool.

Oh, I didn't think much of this place.

It was better for my side.

You had a big leak to have here.

And all the better for that, that is.

So, have a light,

still, you know,

still want to attack the attention

of the first time the blue come below,

decide option to turn on my retraining.

But have you seen the media and her like this?

Yes, I have.

You are sorry Mr. Beto, let me tell you.

You said he said nothing.

You were saying he was meeting somebody open, didn't you?

Oh, forgive me if I had misled you.

We have no other drink than the great security.

In fact, he didn't even come.

But I rather felt that he was well.

And the heavens said, you mind giving me what they are doing in this musty home.

The heavens come out of excellent review of that picturesque pile number two to one day.

Now, might I tell you when they want me to draw a little closer to this filthy window?

You can't.

I'm sure I don't.

I really want to use these.

Now, rather than a bit of pet stare, I know one of these.

And didn't really let an idea that it would have taken away my father to supply you.

Hmm.

Great.

Him's home.

Yes.

But who?

Just do it up there in the window to one day.

Ah, you recognize this.

Oh, my God.

Wow, lovely God.

If you weren't here with me, I would have been used to be up there against the lights.

Age came up with a mane of customs.

There my infinite variety.

Oh, no.

I must say, really, it's all that I've been.

What the heck?

The credit belongs to Russia.

Ask them earlier.

They're not.

It's a bust in wax.

It took several days to melt it.

I raised the rest during my visit to two to one day in this morning.

And I've had to tell me what it's for.

Simple.

I have the strongest possible reason for wishing certain people to think I'm idling indoors

when I'm really elsewhere.

Who?

Donald Moran.

And others.

Members of that Chinese authority, who's formerly the lives of the photo-the-russian dot-false,

they would know from Moran that I was still alive.

Sooner or later, they believed I must come back to my room.

They watched continuously.

And this morning, they had only arrived.

How do you know?

Oh.

I recognize that they saw.

He's a homeless and a fellow.

Tossed by name.

But I knew he would toss the word.

I was a kid.

I must be leader.

That's what you mean.

Disguised when you arrived?

Oh.

The talker knew what.

I could tell he knew me.

But I knew this.

It's still wet.

It's been fine.

It's been fine.

It's fine.

It's been fine.

It's been fine.

It's been a long laugh.

He's never moved.

Have you been keeping your eyes on it?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Guys, they're partners.

They can't do stuff for a little longer.

I will lose them, either point.

They could lose.

Yes.

You can move!

Casted up�tit moved, Watson.

Am I such a graphic of Dunger that I should be wet

and give Dami an expecting the sharpest man in?

You're asking me to take an invite?

Shit.

Kricquats.

Quick, what is becoming? Quick, quick, quick, quick, walk away from the window and into this corner.

Are these the ones here? Come on.

Oh!

The

Come on now.

What important?

You'll come quiet now.

Good work.

Mr. Holmes, let you let's say.

Yes, sir.

We've got to admit it to the young.

And I hope they're good on this case themselves.

It's a great pleasure to see you back in London, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

I, fortunately, did a little help here.

Three young fathers in one year were doing this.

No, Mr. Holmes.

Oh, you didn't do so badly with the nose in this case.

I got you.

And it was less than your usual...

That's to say, you handled it fairly well.

You handled it very well.

You should have seen.

Ah, here's our friend in talkative mood.

Well, Colonel, Jan is in the lovers meeting.

As they all claim to you coming.

Coming, please.

But I'm surprised that my very stil post-attachant

could deceased her older secretary.

It must be very familiar to you.

Have you never thought that a young girl turned to a tree

laying about it with your wife to wait for the bait

to bring the tiger to you?

Well, Colonel.

This empty house is my tree.

And you are my daughter.

You see, the parallel is exact.

You, inspector of whatever law,

you may or may not have caused for arresting me.

But at least there's no reason why I should be exposed

to the giants of this dispersion.

I'm in the hands of the law and I think

that I'm in a reasonable way.

Oh, that's fair enough I suppose.

Mr. Holmes, if there anything more you want to say

before we take it along?

Only to ask what charge you intend to serve?

What charge, sir?

Well, the attempted murder is Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Of course.

Not sir, not sir, let's say it.

I don't put the trophy on the matter at all.

Hey, let's go.

No, no, let's say it.

To you and to you alone, let's cut the credit

for this remarkable arrest.

I think that's it.

Would you use your petty mixture of cunning

and murder yesterday?

You got him?

Got him?

Got him?

Go away.

The man your host has been looking for.

The man who shot the honorable Rommel there

through the open window of the Second Law Fund

of number 467, Park Lane.

Colonel Subdaption Moran.

Great.

Sir, sir.

Move it.

No, I'm sorry, Colonel.

But, God, it's a painful question.

It comes to an end.

All right.

This was the take your hands off me, sir.

And now, my dear Washington,

I dare say your burden to the Gadarros

will begin in as soon as possible.

Being the Colonel's rifle video

and it must have endeared the drafts from a broken window,

I think half an hour in my study of the cigar

they afford you since possible.

Oh, never mind that it's a broken glass, Mr. Hudson.

And please, to see your undenished yourself.

Why did you visit your home?

Dr. Boston Company asked how the dummy

managed to move about every now and then.

That should tell him.

Yes, come on, Mrs. Hudson.

What did Mr. Holmes put you up to?

Oh, there was nothing to say.

I went to it many times.

I just went to home to make it well out of sight

and shifted the figure about today.

That's what happened, then.

It's all about Mr. Holmes.

I'll take you to the top of the cartage.

Thank you.

Must have flattened itself against the wall.

Well, Mrs. Hudson,

thank you for your valuable assistance.

It was a pleasure, sir.

I'll ask him.

Oh, and it is nice that you both back here again.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So now you know what?

Mr. Homerman, then let's see that bullet, sir.

Okay, you're on.

Yes.

That's nice.

Mm, soft nerves.

But it's a revolver bullet, sir.

Right, right, sir.

But it was never going to use.

Why did you put ginger in?

Get it.

Oh, yes.

It's an air gun.

But you've never seen one like it the whole other way, sir.

Oh, I'd love to take this, sir.

Yes.

I get the man who made it.

A German name from Heather.

Even blind, by the way.

Hard to believe, isn't it?

It's an air gun, the far revolver bullet.

Commendistic power for virtually silent.

Put a thing like that into the hands of a man who could shoot like no man.

And you see the result.

Two murders were two bullets.

Or it wouldn't have been if this waxed honey had been hot.

Schumer?

The idea won as well.

Yes.

A soft nerves revolver bullet.

The paper says.

There were reports of the shot being heard.

There was a possibility of anyone having shot their actors.

They were sent out away with a revolver.

As soon as I heard the news.

I knew my chance had come.

All these years I waited for Laurent to do something that could furnish proof for the police.

And put him out of the way for good.

This was it.

Then this business is even.

He was the best.

But for my return, he'd known as the out of the country by now.

Lying low with that precious welcome well given away.

As it was, he decided to carry long enough to deal with me while he was about it.

Oh, I see it now.

Capable.

Accepted.

Oh, dear.

Well, I didn't understand the connection with the Honorable Rupert at there.

Ronald at there.

Oh, Ronald at there.

Of course he is.

Why did Moran kill him?

I dare watch.

You ran up to the post for the case after you got home this afternoon, didn't you?

Certainly.

Well, then the car party.

The car party.

You go again.

What car party?

When the date Ronald had there returned home last night, he'd been to a car party.

Had he not?

Near his body, but found several piles of gold coins in the listed names

with a bunch of them again for years.

You were called as names.

Well, sir, somebody had something in it.

No, it didn't.

I think.

A colonel watching.

A John party, Mr. Mari, and a colonel Moran.

Bye.

Sure.

His room for improvement in new watches.

Yes, I dare have been playing cards with Moran, and there's others.

But he was shot.

He was working.

He was winning.

Oh, he's lost.

Yeah, we enter the realms of conjecture.

Moran has always been a noticeable cheat there, the car.

That's the day I caught Moran cheating on 36 pages.

But the scandal would mean Moran's extrusion from the clubs on the ruin.

And then he would be steamed.

But the mention is he'll got an ankle.

Yes.

I think that'll do.

Will you accept it?

I know that you're as right as you were, as well.

So it'll be verified or disproved of the trial.

And once again, Mr. Sherlock Holmes is pre-tribal to his last week,

examining the interestingness of Dublin, which is a complexity of human life.

So.