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Sherlock Holmes - The Empty House
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Shh, down here.
Excuse me, Dr. Watson.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.
What is it?
It's a person to see, Mr.
In the consular room?
No, yes, sir.
That's a journal, isn't it?
Oh, really? We're asking what if...
No, no, no, never mind.
I've seen sentiment.
Very good, sir.
That's why I came here.
Yeah, I know your face.
Many have been known to die of shock.
And I imagine in those moments I might die to join my boyfriend home.
Dr. Watson privileged for so long to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
I will tell you about the empty house.
By the end of the three years I'd learned to live with the knowledge that Holmes was dead.
Excuse me, please.
But for just a moment.
It was in the spring, nearly before.
At the honorable run over there, I was murdered in malnutrition,
near for the next couple of seconds.
I remember thinking more clearly than ever, of the boss.
The community had sustained, and by the death of Sherlock Holmes, three years before.
At the back, I was thinking so much about Holmes and the adventures he'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 and my friend.
Oh, yes.
Have a care, sir.
I pay your pardon, sir.
Oh.
It's just in my cropped Holmes, isn't it?
Of course, you're Dr. Watson.
That's right.
Good-bye, I'll see you next.
Tell me, though, have you kept up your own interest in crime since Sherlock's dead?
Well, in a way, you know.
You'll read up the latest days and try to work it out as Holmes 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.
Unruble, rather than there.
Second son of the Earl of Maynuths, you know.
Clown shot in his room late last night.
The mother and sister were out, came home, couldn't get a reply at his door.
No, his life was on.
It got it burst in and found in there.
Bulleted to 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.
A little doubt about it.
No clues, though, by all accounts.
The door is room locked on the inside.
And the room's 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?
Couldn't the shop being far from across the street?
He was shot with a soft-nosed revolver bullet.
No, the room's there.
No man in this world could get them a plum in the head with a revolver from the other side of Park Lane.
Precisely.
And there are no reports of anyone hearing a shot.
Well, it's a gun business with the Holmes.
You're quite right.
The revolver's Sherlock wouldn't do lighty, didn't it?
Oh, yes.
And the thing went out, so round, I Park Lane on my way home.
Living in, can you do that enough?
Well, do they talk to Watson?
Number 427, 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, uh, between you and me,
I don't think they're getting really dear to Mars.
The ferry didn't stop in.
Chuck the gun out of the window and he fell to the floor.
Damn, don't say nothing.
You're about to kiss the fan in Park Lane.
I say, this is done.
It's always done, this is done.
Shocking through the kiosk.
Oh, bruh.
I keep telling you, he hadn't got no misses.
He lipped with his sister in his mouth.
Yeah, right, come on.
Yes, sir.
There you are.
Wait a minute, minute four.
Who asked for your opinion, right?
Yeah.
He knew that I wasn't sitting in this room.
And you, sir?
Oh, look here, my girl.
Let me pass.
Look what you're doing.
Not that bad.
You will books you've knocked out of my head.
Oh, can I get out?
I will pick you up.
Let me books you up, boy.
Oh, yeah.
And, uh, now, good day to the lot, Bill.
I wonder what song was the last time when I did it.
It was being something that's good with the two of them.
Excuse me, Dr. Watson.
Oh, yes, Jessie.
What is it?
It's a passing, you see, you see?
Didn't you consult him?
No, yes, sir.
He didn't give a name, but said you'd know anything.
No, he did.
Well, ask him what he...
No, no, never mind.
I'll see him.
Send him in.
Very good, sir.
It's my accident.
Now, sir.
Yeah, I know your face.
Yeah, you should do.
You've knocked all 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 now?
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 to you,
I thought to myself, I just step in and see that kind gentleman
and tell him that if I was a big gruff in my manner,
there was not any harm, and at the time,
much obliged to him for picking up my books.
Well, he's tall stills.
He's still of you.
All right.
Mudev.
Oh, I don't mention it, sir.
My little bookshops just found a corner from you, a corner of church.
Think, you know.
I see.
And maybe you collect yourself, sir?
No, no, no.
Oh.
Picky, picky.
Now, here's British bird, whose lovely book.
Violent bass.
Then the works of Catalan, the Holy Wall.
And by any one of them, what about it?
No, I don't.
With the same volumes, you could just feel the gap on that second shelf
behind you there.
It looks entirely.
Does it not, sir?
Well.
And behind you, sir?
Oh, yes.
Yes, I see.
Yes, sir.
Those things on how much you go through.
Oh, my dear Watson.
Oh, oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
My dear Watson.
Oh.
Oh.
My dear Watson.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
My dear Watson.
Oh.
Oh.
My dear Watson.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
My dear Watson.
It's very important.
Yes.
It seems to work for all your patients, so it should work for you.
Oh, my.
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 Medicaid.
I had no idea that you'd be self-expected.
I should have prepared you.
But tell me, your...
You're alive, right?
I don't understand.
You went over the wreckingbach.
I called you and Maria...
Maria arti went over the falls.
I remained alive.
That was three years ago, three long years, Watson.
But you see, if I stood on the brink trying to get my birthday, it came to me in the flesh
what I must do.
I knew that Maria arti wasn't the only man who swore to have my life.
There were at least three others.
One of them would almost certainly get me off my guard someday, but if the world was convinced
that I was dead, they would drop their guard and sooner or later I could destroy them.
I see.
My brother, Mike thought, was my only confident from then on.
Oh, but surely you call.
I owe you another apology, Watson.
But you understand I had to stay hidden as it were, until my would-be assessments were
accounted for.
And all of it?
All but one.
And he knows I didn't die with Maria arti, so there's no point in pretending further.
Do you mean he's recognized you since 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
too.
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, found that my crop had had two to one be baked asleep kept
just as I had left it.
Uh-huh.
As Mrs. Hudson had hysterics when she saw me by the way, and I was going to look you
at us quickly.
It's possible that there's partly in business in the being.
Yeah, there are murder.
But what I got to do with you?
What's it got to do with you, Watson?
You were conspicuously prominent and that is all quite out of it.
What the hell is this morning?
Well, I have a cylinder to it.
I often like to try to puggle these cases for myself.
And I wonder what you would have done about that, sir?
Go back a good old days to me.
Well, the good old days are back now.
I came here to ask for your cooperation here.
Oh, like a short term.
But I warn you, we had gained to the square ahead of us tonight.
All right.
We need a bite of dinner here this evening, just by your leave of course.
Oh, don't worry about that.
Then we may take a cab to somewhere about Kevin's square.
Yeah.
We go from there on foot.
I can't get small lanes and use.
I'm not ready to be generally recognized yet.
Just as the sky which I think I'm dispensed with now.
Well, we'll be walking through.
To bankruptcy.
Do you want to be honest, but those quiet.
The house opposite.
Opposite.
Cameron has to meet.
That's it.
Well, I don't know what you're having mind with.
Cameron has been empty for ages.
I was passing there again on the other day.
Exactly.
What are we going to do there, Holmes?
If I'm not mistaken, we shall be meeting someone.
Oh, a Colonel Moran.
Did he anything to you?
Moran Moran, no.
No, I thought he'd done.
That's the worst you'd done after all.
Got a who's who?
Yes, yes.
Here we are.
Last year, did you truly do?
Get it off.
Now then, let's see.
And I'm going to tell him and then all of the up.
Moran, the best gift.
Listen to this question.
Moran, the best gift, Colonel, unemployed.
For the first time in all pioneers,
born under the 1840s, I was just as Moran C. B,
once positioned in the tutusher.
Educated, eaten in Oxford, served in Jowakia campaign,
ask Colonel campaign, mentioned in the sketches.
Sharpur and Kapoor.
Little met up with him in your service, wasn't it?
No, I don't even know.
Well, it goes on.
Offer a city game of the Westerns in the late 1881,
three months in the jungle, 1884.
This is with us.
The dress comes with street cards,
and so Indian tankers, they get her card card.
Pretty impressive.
Yes, there's 20,000 sales.
But yes, he's the most dangerous man in London, sir.
He's moved up to scale in recent years.
My mariachi was alive.
Moran was only the second most dangerous.
He was mariachi's chief of staff.
I see.
Oh, the name did only be enough in his day.
But whatever the cause, Colonel Moran 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.
Mariachi kept in liberal reciprocations money,
and 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, the repressivation to say
that Colonel Moran 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 site.
Couldn't you put it in my hand, please?
Oh, useless.
Now, just say the evidence again.
You know what?
I knew there was nothing I could do until...
in your watch.
Well, until the night of your night.
I'm looking at an empty house, looking from an empty house,
what's in the direction of our former humble abode.
And now, I'm thankful to say mine again,
two-two-one-be, Baker Street.
Oh, oh...
Well, I didn't mean much to this place.
It was better from my side.
Yeah, they clicked that year,
and all the better without that, doesn't it?
So, we, um...
have a live term, to know better not.
We still want to attack the attention
of the first country we'll come to know.
To tie it off in the tunnel, might not like it.
But have I'm sorry, the media in hell, I didn't see you.
Man, I'm sorry, Mr. Esmeralini, say you will.
You said he'll stick with nothing.
I'll say you'll be meeting somebody, you can drink.
Oh, forgive me, I've misled you.
We had no other drink, but today, it took a lot of time.
In fact, he didn't even come.
But I rather feel that he will.
And for heaven's sake, you mind telling me what they're doing.
It must be over.
It must be over.
Come on, sir.
Excellent.
And you have that picturespile on the 2-2-1 date.
Now, might I tell you, maybe I want you to draw a little closer to this,
so even if you can't.
I'm sorry, sir.
I really want to see you soon, please.
Now, rather than that you've patched here, I know one of this.
And then, to me, whether my year that I've been separated
with my father, to survive here.
Hmm.
Great.
He's home.
Yet, spot him.
You'll soon get up there in the window, 2-2-1-D.
Ah!
You recognize this.
Oh!
Ah!
Luckily I got it.
If you were here with me, I...
Where?
Did you see me up there against the lights?
Age came up with a mane of custom-stale my infinite variety.
Oh, no.
I must say, really, it's all right.
In the sky.
Look at us.
The credit belongs to let's hear us come earlier in the north.
It's a bust in the west.
It's an integral day in the mountains.
I raised the rest during my visit to 2-2-1-D this morning,
and I've had to remember 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 formally
their lives at the foot of the Russian Dot Force,
they would know from Moran that I was still alive.
Sooner or later, they believe I must come back to my room.
They watched continuously.
And this morning, they stormed me alive.
How do you know?
Oh, I recognize that.
That's it.
He's a homeless left alone.
Talked about him, but I knew he would pass the word.
I was a kid.
I must be a leader.
What you mean?
Disguised when you were alive?
No.
The talk of you watching.
I could tell he knew me.
But I knew this.
It's still wet.
It's been fine.
It's fine.
It's fine.
But surely.
If I need to keep their eyes on it for long enough,
she should never move.
Have you been keeping your eyes on it for too long?
Oh, yes.
Yes, I have.
Then pay yourself for a little longer.
And I then don't see the point.
It's for me.
Yes.
The move.
Casted.
Of course, it moved.
What's it?
Am I such a toxic of dunger that I should be wet,
and I'll get dummy and expect some of the sharpest milling
you're up to be taken in by?
Yes.
Quick walking.
It's coming.
Quick, quick, quick walking away from the window
and into this corner.
Are these the ones here?
Come on.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Come on now.
Forting, forting.
Yes, sir.
You'll come quietly now.
Good work.
Mr. Holmes?
Let you let's say…
Yes, sir.
We go to visit the yards and help the good on the streets and the silks.
It's a great pleasure to see you back in London, Mr. Harold.
Thank you, Mr. Harold.
I, fortunately, did a little help here.
Three arms of murder in one year was doing that.
No, Mr. Harold.
Oh, you didn't do so badly, but no, Mr. Harold.
I got you.
You have it, it was less than your usual...
That's to say, you handled it fairly well.
You can now do it, Mr. Harold.
You chop off things.
Ah, here's our friend in talkative mood.
Well, Colonel, Janie's in the lovers meeting,
and they'll claim that you're coming, coming,
three.
But I'm surprised that my very simple strategy
could just be so over-secret.
It must be very familiar to you.
Have you never thought that a young girl turned to a tree
laying about it with your life,
and then waiting for the bait to bring the tiger to you?
Well, okay.
This empty house is my tree.
And you are my target.
You see, the parallel is exactly...
You inspector of whatever you are,
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 disperse.
And in the hands of the law, I think there's another reason
of a way.
Oh, that's fair enough, I suppose.
Mr. Harold, did there anything more you want to say
before we take it along?
Oh, this was what charged you intended for, sir?
What charged, sir?
Well, the attempted murder of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, of course.
Not sir, not sir, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
I don't put that stuff here in the master's door.
Hey, sir.
No, no, Mr. Holmes, please.
To you and to you alone, Mr. Curtis said it
because it's remarkable arrest.
I can get you.
With your usual petty mixture of cunning and audacity,
you've got him.
Got him?
Got him?
Don't lie, the man you're supposed to be looking for.
The man who shot the honorable one over there
through the open window, the second floor
of number 467, Park Rain.
Colonel Subdatkin Moran.
Hey, what's going on, sir?
Move it.
No, I'm sorry, Colonel, but I just
have to pay you for questioning.
It comes to all.
All right.
This was your hand off me, sir.
And now my dear Watson, I dare say you're
burning the Picadaro's home again in as soon as possible.
Being the Colonel's rifle video, and it
comes to the end of the drafts of my broken window,
I think half an hour in my study of mercy,
ah, they apologize to me, it's possible to believe it.
Oh, never mind that it's a broken task, Mr. Hudson.
And please, to see your undenaged yourself.
I did just to get your home, Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson, come take out how the dummy
managed to move about every now and then.
Have you killed him?
Yes, come on, Mr. Hudson.
What did Mr. Holmes put you up to?
Oh, there was nothing to it, sir.
I went to it many times just to get the room to make it
well out of sight, and shifted the bigger gun to that.
That's what happened, sir.
Here's the bullet in the room.
I'll pitch it up off the cartridge.
Thank you.
Mr. Platon, it's up against the wall.
Well, Mr. Hudson, thank you for your valuable sister.
It was a pleasure, sir.
I asked him.
And it is nice that you both back here, James.
Thank you.
Thank you.
So now you know what?
At the moment, let me see that bullet, sir.
OK, you are.
Yes, that's nice.
Soft nose.
But it's a revolver bullet, huh?
Right, right, but it was now a gun used.
Why did you put it in?
Get it?
Oh, yes.
It's an air gun, but you've never seen one like it before, I always.
Oh, I've been living with its existence for years.
I get the man who made it a German name from there, though.
Even blind, by the way.
Hard to believe, isn't it?
An air gun, the far revolver bullets,
commendific powerful, virtually silent.
Put a thing like that into the hands of a man who could shoot like my man,
and you see the result.
Two murders were two bullets.
Or it would have been at this waxed-doney at the end, huh?
Tumor or...
The other one as well?
Yes.
A soft nose to a revolver bullet, the paper says.
There were reports of a sharp finger.
There was possibility of anyone having shot their actors face themselves out of way with a revolver.
As soon as I heard the news, I knew my chance had come.
All these years, I waited for Morant to do something that would turn his poop for the police
and put him out of the way for good.
This was it.
Then this business is evening with the zosh.
But for my return, he did that the other the country by now, lying low with that precious weapon
well hidden away.
As it was, he decided to patty long enough to deal with me while he was about it.
Very well, I see it now.
Capable.
Accepted.
Oh, dear.
Well, I didn't understand the connection with the honorable Rupert Adair.
Ronald Adair.
Oh, Ronald Adair.
Of course he is.
Why did Morant kill him?
I dare watch.
You ran up to the post for the case off you got home this afternoon, didn't you?
Shut up, I didn't.
Well, then the car parked it.
God, how did they do it again?
What car parked it?
When the date Ronald Adair returned home last night, he'd been to a car park, he had
enough.
Near his body, but on civil piles of gold coins and the listed names of the months that
they get for years, you recall those names.
Well, sir, somebody, something, a general, I think, a colonel Watson, a John Hardy, a
Mr. Murray, and a colonel Morant.
I chose.
Room, room, room, and in you, Watson, yes, Adair had been playing cards with Morant
and there's others.
When he was shot, he was working at his winnings.
Oh, he's lost.
Isn't that what?
Ah.
Ah.
Yeah, we enter the realms of conjecture.
Morant has always been a notable cheat there, the cards.
That's Adair caught Morant, cheating on 36 pages, start to scandal with me, Morant's
extrusion from the clubs on the ruin, and then he would be esteemed, not to mention he
really got me into it.
Yes.
I think that'll do, when you accept it.
I know that you're as right as you were, so be verified or disproved of the trial.
And once again, Mr. Sherlock Holmes is free to the mercy of his last week, examining
those interesting little problems which the complexity of human life goes into.
That's Adair.
