Sherlock Holmes - The Red Headed League

Turn two men up a big front door to your instructed sounds.

Capricorn, let me stop all the hells.

Now we must be silent.

Oh wait.

Don't hear me.

Don't hear me.

No, you suck.

He's got to go to leave me.

The sheer speed of my friend Sherlock Holmes never ceased to amaze me.

My name is Watts, Doctor Watts, and I was privileged to share your ventures of Sherlock Holmes.

I will tell you about the red-headed league.

Here is all in my notebook.

If I may consult them for a moment.

No!

I am interested in one two two one B day to speak one other day to find the Sherlock Holmes in deep conversation with an elderly man.

As all of that I will put down the dance and leverage commonplace for his face, the peace of his life.

In fact, there was nothing remarkable about himself in the special experience fegrin and just consent upon his features.

And I hit no glazing river.

Oh my dear Watts.

Let me introduce you to Mr. J. Smith.

Are you there?

This is Dr. Wattson.

He's been my partner and helped her in many success for cases, and I know that you'll be of the utmost use in your business to us.

Oh, well, how do you do, Doctor?

My friend Wattson shares my love of all but is bizarre.

Outside the conventions and hand drum routine of everyday life.

He shares his relish for it by the enthusiasm of which he chronicles.

And if he'll excuse by saying so in bellishes so many of my little adventures, your cases of the greatest interest in me are.

Oh, but none more interesting than mine or Wattson.

You'll remember Dr. Maribarkin the other day that for strange effects and extraordinary combinations, we must go to life itself,

which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.

The proposition is I don't remember the adulting.

You did. But you must come round to my view, nonetheless.

Or I shall keep piling fat to one fact on you until you admit I'm right.

Now, Mr. J. Smith's Wilson here has a narrative of which promises to be one of the most singular, this and two for some time.

It is indeed just singular.

Therefore, my friend Dr. Wattson will care for himself.

Well, Dr. Wattson, I better read this here in your spiker, Dr. Smith.

No, thank you.

We're just...

That's all right.

To the red and any bleak.

When I come to the request of the late Ezeka Hopkins of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, USA,

there is now another vacancy and tracking of members of the meek to a several four pounds a week foot journey nominal services.

Did he leave?

Carry on.

Well, red-headed men above the age of 21 years are eligible.

By and personal mandate, a little clock to Duncan Watts of the offices of the meek, seven-foot-court feet streets.

Well, let's see the branch.

It did a little after beaten fact, isn't it?

You've noticed, of course, that the new staker is two-month-old.

Oh, yes.

Now, Mr. Wattson, well, as I told Mr. Holmes,

I have a small bone-breakers business at Sachscomberg Square near the city.

It just gives me a living.

I can only afford an assistant because he's willing to take off wages to learn the business.

Well, what is the name of its ablaging fellow?

Vincent Spolting.

Who mind you?

I couldn't miss a smarter man.

Comes with a good family.

He could get to us what I'm able to give him.

Well, probably some of what I've used him to be said.

Why did he?

I didn't know that your assistant is not as remarkable as you are,

but it's new.

Well, he has his faults.

They're never more such a fellow for photography,

snapping away from the camera,

and then diving down into the cellar to develop his pictures,

although he's his main fold.

But only Holmes is a good worker.

Well, one morning, just eight weeks ago,

Spolting come into the office,

and showed me that a workersman that you just laid down.

I wish I was a red-headed man, Mr. Wilson.

Why that vacancy was worth a little fortune?

This is incredible, Spolting.

Have you come across such an advertisement as this in all my life?

What?

You mean you've never heard of the red-headed leagues, Mr. Wilson?

No, never.

Well, you see, this American, as a Kaya Hopkins,

was a millionaire, always getting ribbed when he was a lad

for his red hair.

Jerry had a sort of sympathy for red-headed men all his life.

And when he died, his fortune went into the hands of trustees

with instructions,

to use it, giving easy jobs to red-headed men.

It's astonishing.

But what's even better?

Code Hopkins was born in London,

so the office can find the Londoners.

Well, but there must be thousands of red-headed men

who would apply thousands with red hair, sir,

but scarcely one in a hundred,

with hair to match all of the Kaya Hopkins women.

How did I hear it describe now?

Uh, not life red, not dark.

A sort of real bright-flaming red.

Yeah.

What is it?

Your hair, sir.

If your partner limited,

I should have guessed it was just the kind they're looking for.

Really?

Well, I didn't know.

Of course, four pounds a week.

Scarcely the worth of a gentleman like you bothering.

Well, it all sounds, um, well, interesting.

There are unusual experience, from what I'd say.

Now, if only my hair would change over night, I would.

But things are a little, um, slightly of your snout.

You know, Sponding?

I think I might still be London, but it's cold now.

Yes, sir.

And you can put up the shuttles and come along with me.

Your experience has been about entertaining London to us.

Did you ever hear anything to compare with it, Miss Adams?

Well, gentlemen, I never had to see such a sight as that again.

Freight street itself was choked.

From both South-Eastern West, every man,

yet, when I say the word, and he's there,

a printing of a city that also had a version.

That's cold.

Look, modern customers, all things better.

I shouldn't have believed there was so many in the old company.

Store-colored, lemon, orange, brick, Irish setter.

But now Sponding had said, my own vivid, plain-coloured tape was scarcely to be found.

If it hadn't been grey, I'm not a given up in despair.

But he pushed and he pulled and he budgeted,

and then he got me through the crowd,

and right up to the steps, which led to the door,

and I'm certain, who I'm having when you've got there.

I eventually found myself in a large office with no furniture,

say, for a couple of wooden chairs and a deal table.

It was a manly on the table, but it even led it online.

It's sort of a few words to each candidate as you come up.

But one glance of their head seems sufficient

to describe them completely.

They call me.

They've had to go home and start.

Call that hair, red hair.

He's been running up there.

They're for no use rush with things.

You may not rush with some,

given to understand that it isn't the bull that he leaked.

Yes, now I can assure you, my head.

This is Mr. Davis Wilson.

And Mr. Davis Wilson.

And I feel permit me, sir,

that's the most interesting head, most interesting indeed.

Oh!

You think so?

Oh, yeah.

You know, sir, I don't think I can recall anything so far.

Oh, well, a girl should sit your own side of the pointer.

He won't mind if I take one obvious precaution.

Oh, my hair!

Oh, really?

You're going to dress it up!

Oh, forgive me, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, your eyes are watering.

All is as it should be.

Oh, you've tried to be deceived by me,

and once by faith.

But as for you, sir,

will it be an injustice to hesitate?

You will, girl,

the vagueness of filth.

Kindly heart the word as you go out.

This is extremely good of you, sir.

I don't know at all.

Well, I will welcome to the red-headed lead.

Thank you, sir.

Now, when will you be able to enter upon your duty?

What will be ours?

Ten till two, every day,

accepting thunder at it.

The nurse must satisfactorily for me.

On the poor breakfast, you see.

So, most of my own business, she's done with the lead.

I can manage the shop while you're away, Mr. Wilson.

I'll explain it.

As you know, the pay is four times a week.

The duties are purely nominal.

What does that mean?

Well, you have to remain in this office,

or at least in the building,

throughout the whole four hours, every day.

If you leave, you'll fall for your position forever.

Or you shouldn't think of doing so.

No excuse will avail.

Sickness, business, not anything else.

Here, you must stay.

And work.

To copy out the inside,

repeat your Britannica.

You must find your own ink pens and stationery.

So, can you start tomorrow?

Yes, certainly.

Then, goodbye, Mr. J. Wilson.

And let me congratulate you once more,

on the important position

which you have been important to you now.

You can imagine, Mr. Holmes,

who, by the time I reached home,

of his persuading myself,

the whole thing must be some great hoax or fraud.

It's enough to get a boss belief,

that anyone could make such a will,

or pay someone so much for doing anything so simple,

yet you did not abandon the event.

Oh, nearly.

The Vincent Sporning did what he could to persuade me.

And the next morning,

I set out to Pope's Court,

with a penny bottle of ink,

a quill pen and seven shades of whole scrap paper.

To my surprise and delight,

the first spot you must set out ready for me.

A Mr. Dumpenross was there to see me,

yet fairly to work.

He started me off on the little eye,

and then he left me,

and then he dropped me in from time to time,

to see that all was right with me.

And to make sure you were...

At a two o'clock, he begged me good day,

and complimented me on the amount I had written,

and then he knocked me off his stall,

after me.

And this procedure continued for some time,

tie off the diumist house.

You get paid?

Oh, yes, on Saturday, Mr. Ross coming

and brought down four golden sovereigns

from our rich work.

Okay.

Mr. Sainte, the next week,

and the Sainte, the week after.

Every morning, I was there to attend,

every afternoon, I left it to.

By the good, he's Mr. Ross took the coming,

and he normally wants to have a morning.

And then after time,

when he didn't come to talk,

you stared, of course,

I didn't dare to leave the room for an instant.

I wasn't sure when he might come,

and the predict was such a good one,

and I wouldn't risk the most of it.

You mean you're still doing it?

Oh, Dr. Watson and S.

A week's past in that present manner,

I've written about habits,

archery, and the honor,

and architecture,

I was looking forward to getting older,

than it ever been before long.

When suddenly,

the whole business came to an end.

It never happened,

or it was this morning.

And tomorrow, as usual,

the door was shut enough.

And this said,

this year, little square of cardboard,

where we are here,

was checked under the middle of the panel.

And I think, er,

the red-headed knee is dissolved,

or covered in maintaining murder.

That is er, no,

I was staggered, downfounded,

or called the officers round about,

but none of them seemed to have anything about it,

or far any of it to the landlord,

or he's an accountant living on the ground floor.

He said that he never heard of any red-headed link.

He told me that the red-headed man

number seven was a solicitor named William Morris,

who had taken the room as a temporary convenience,

until his new bonuses were ready.

He moved out yesterday,

I asked where I could find it.

Did you know?

Seven main king Edward Street News and Paul's.

I went there.

It was a manufacturing,

a lot of official kneecaps.

Oh, well, I can't see,

there's anything funny.

Oh, no, really gentlemen.

If you can do nothing better than that,

but me, I can go elsewhere.

No, no, no, no, Mr. Smith.

I've already written this,

your case for the world.

It's Mr. Refreshingly unusual.

What you've told me,

I think it's possible

that Graver issues,

saying, from this exceeding

a remarkable case,

then might at first appear.

Yes, but I wonder,

who are these people?

And what is their object?

And why is this pack on me?

We shall endeavor to care up these bites.

But first, one or two questions.

Now, this assistant of yours,

who called your attention to the advertisement,

how long had he been with you there,

who were there a month?

How did he come in also

to an advertisement?

Was he the only actor?

No, no, I had a dozen.

But why didn't you pick me up?

I didn't tell you,

because he was an actor,

he would come from off wages.

But he liked this instance,

Paul, he was a small

and stealth-built,

very quick in his ways.

Yeah, Clint Scheider,

no, no, he's not short of 30.

Oh, yes, he's a white mark

of the message special,

he's called.

Had you read it,

if the ears appear to be hearing,

oh, yes.

Very, tell me,

a gypsy did it for him when he was a man.

Ah, I thought as much.

And he's still with you, sir.

How's your business been

fluffily looked after

in your absence?

Nothing to complain of at all.

Very well, Mr. Wilson.

That'll do.

Thank you, sir.

Now, today is Saturday.

I hope that we may be able

to give you an opinion by Monday.

Much obliged, if you can.

Well, good idea.

Good idea.

Good idea, sir.

Good idea.

Well, Wilson,

what do you make of it all?

I make nothing

or it hangs into my skin.

It's mysterious, isn't it?

Never rule,

the more bizarre thing is

the less mysterious it proves today.

What are you going to do?

To smoke.

Yes, it's quite a

three-pipe problem.

And I bid that you won't speak to me

for this, isn't it?

What?

What?

What?

Sarasapi, Pedro.

Wilson, James is all the time to do it.

How was you think?

Good job, Jason.

Stay here for a few hours.

No, no, I'm nothing to do today.

Then put on your hat and come.

I engaged with the city,

but I think we can just launch on the west.

Maybe.

Come along.

Go, Jason!

Go, go, go!

Here we are.

This is Wilson Juola.

Hmm.

The three-gill foes

describe you straight more actively as they're just

growing on their own.

A number of things are there watching.

Just listen carefully.

Well, we're saying the statement.

Now we'll try the goal.

We'll try the goal.

We can see Wilson again.

Let's just look.

Morning, Jason.

How are you?

Well, thank you.

I only wish to ask how you would go from here.

Okay.

The third right, fourth left,

calmness.

And much obliged.

Good day.

Not at all.

Good day, Jason.

You're just a man.

Not a man.

I wait in the fog,

not this man in London.

There's the tearing,

and not show that he hasn't been a little bit of tired.

You know?

I've had experience of this,

that this keeps folding before.

A museum.

You're not at the door just to get rid of him.

Not at all.

Not at all.

That the media is closing.

What do you see here?

What I expect you to see?

Why did you beat the pavement, my dear doctor?

This is a time for observation.

Not the top.

You're spied in an enemy's country.

We know something of Texcuba Square.

This is now explored above the slide.

Now, let me see.

I should like to remember the border,

the houses of the jacket.

There's a protagonist,

a mercenaries,

a man used to have a shock.

The Gilbert branch of the city

is a garden thing,

a vegetarian restaurant,

and the fallen carriage

to be in that road.

That'll do.

Now, now we've done our work

and it's time we've had to play.

A sandwich is a cup of coffee,

and then off to violin land,

where all its sweetness

to delicacy and harmony,

from the renowned red-kitty science

of Texcuba Square to London.

You want to go home, doctor?

I see this is going to take some...

I should want your help tonight?

Well, come on, me.

It's a considerable crime

within concentration,

but I've never reasoned

to believe that we shall be in time to stop it.

What time do I have been?

Ten.

At Baker Street.

Oh, and I think, doctor,

can I pick up your arm and revolve

in your pocket?

Well, I think you know

Inspector Jones,

who's the cop in the yard?

How do you do Inspector?

How do you do, doctor?

And this is Mr. Mori,

whether it was to share a night's adventure.

How do you do, sir?

I hope a wild goose may not

prove to be the end of our chase.

You can rely on this arm's

little methods,

it's theoretical,

fantastic,

but it's the makings

of a detective in it.

Thank you, Inspector.

But at past 10 now,

time is started.

Have you in the committee

whether we'll take the first hand,

or do you know what's in the

and I will follow in the second.

We need for the back of

our square.

I just want,

shall I eat two?

Please do, Mr.

Mori.

Mr. Mori is sure,

peasant,

and I'm not the gate

of the end,

and then there are steps

into the ball.

Where are we now?

Well, in the cellar, the sick eight learns of one of the principal London days.

It's a merry weather, those chairman of directors.

There is sir sir, and as you can see, there's nothing vulnerable about this place.

I think people are quite downstairs, no?

Have a goodness to stick on all those boxes.

Well, I've been in this floor to my legs.

Well, you know what this is all about, sir?

It's something you do with our French girl.

We've had several warnings that have not happened at the date of the attack.

We've had occasion some months ago to borrow 30,000 of the podiums from the bank of France.

We have never needed one pack for it, and it is still lying in this box.

And we don't get any crits on which we are sitting.

Good, good.

Ah, I thought there's much, and what is it from, sir?

Details later, Inspector.

You tell me a range dial at the pan.

You must put the screen over the dark lantern.

You must talk.

We can't have risked the presence of the light.

I shall conceal myself behind this crate.

The rest of the time, they do likewise.

They find those.

When I flash a light on out those, close in on them quickly.

These are daring men, and if they far apart,

they have no connection about shooting them down.

No, no, no. What have they run in?

What have an inspector and two men of a big family, or was he instructed to sound?

Captain.

They'll be stopped all by the way.

Now we must be silent.

Don't wait.

It's all clear, Doctor.

Take the chisel and hand me the bag.

No, you fucker!

Don't say!

He's got the gun!

He needs to be!

Ah!

If this must be for, don't say anything.

It's all for you.

Yo, what about him?

He needs to be in the middle of the door.

I've got to have him all right.

No, still cry.

I want to fix the Navi.

So touch me with the filthy hands.

You may not be able to do it.

I'll have blood in my veins.

I'll have the goodness with me as sir.

And to say, please.

Oh, right.

Now, would you please, sir, march upstairs, where we can get a cab to carry your highness to the police station?

That's better.

Lead on, my good man.

Oh, let's go, let's go.

That's better.

Lead on, my good man.

Oh, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Mr. Holmes, I don't know how the bank can take you only pay.

I honestly repay it by having had an experience which is in many ways unique.

And by hearing a very remarkable narrative of the red-headed Lee.

Oh, Mr. Holmes.

Ah, thank you.

Well, thank you, my dear button.

Your help?

And yours.

Now, if you'll kindly explain.

Well, if you see it was practically obvious from the first, that the only possible object is one of the fantastic business of the league and the copy of the encyclopedia.

You must be to get this not over black poem, Dracar, out of the way for the same number of hours, daily.

Well, the carers were managing it.

Can you suggest a better?

It was made up, suggested, to praise ingenious mind, while the color of his employer's share.

For four points a week was a lure which must blow up.

And what was it to them who were playing for thousands?

They put in the advertisement.

They were talking about his potential office.

John play, nearly at Vincent's folding, insights the man to apply for the job.

And together, they managed to secure his absence every morning in the week.

I see.

But how could you guess what the motive was?

The most senseless business was a small one.

And there was nothing in his house which could be called for such elaborate preparation.

I thought of the assistance promised for photography and he was trick of vanishing into the cellar.

Then I made inquiries as to business tear his assistant and found as I suspected that I had to deal with one of the coolest and most daring criminals in London.

He was doing something in the cellar, something which took many hours a day for weeks on end.

What could it be?

I could think of nothing, say, that he was running a tunnel to some other building.

Now I see.

When you beat the pavement with your stick, you were testing for a hollow sound.

That they won't precise everything that the cellar stretched out in front of Wilson's house or behind.

It was not in front.

Then you knocked at Wilson's door and I've heard his assistant answered it.

I thought they looked at his face.

You wanted to see his knees, you said?

You must have noticed yourself how warm and wrinkled and stained his trousers were.

Yes, yes, yes, I did.

They spoke of those eyes of buttering.

The only remaining point was what was he buttering for?

They sit in suburban banks, right around the back, exactly.

But how could you tell him to make that attempt tonight?

Well, when they closed their league offices,

it was a sign that they cared no longer about Mr. J. B. Wilson's presence.

You really proved he was a Tamil?

Yes.

But it was essential that they should use it soon,

that it might be discovered or the bullion removed.

Saturday, which used to be better than any other day,

as it would give them two days for their escape.

For all these reasons, I expected them to come tonight.

Beautiful reason.

Everything to the chain means true.

Well, it saved me from boredom.

The less I feel it's lurking in on me already.

You're a benefactor of the human race.

Well, I've spent it one long, if it was straight,

from the common phrase of religion.

Really well.

These are the problems of the new city.

The red-headed deal with one of the Sherlock Holmes stories

has been inspired by the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

My real name is Norman Shelley.

My friend Carlton Robb.

They Sherlock Holmes, and I was Dr. Robb.

I'll script for this B.B.T. production from London,

for my Michael Hardwick.

When he heard that I look forward

the pleasure of your company again soon,

the more of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.