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Sherlock Holmes - The Sign of the Four Part2
About this Episode
This detective series brings the adventures of the famous sleuth to life, solving complex cases with keen observation and deductive reasoning. The stories are rich in intrigue and suspense.
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This is just sitting there, the horrible smile this face.
Look, see me, you must have almost come down, fight together and act.
Again?
Out this time.
Look.
I was a fool.
So, was the sign of the fall again to be the sign of death?
A further mystery for my friend, Sherlock Holmes.
My name is Watson, Dr. Watson.
And I was privileged to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
First, I will refresh your memory on the case so far,
and then I will tell you what happened next in our investigation of the sign of the fall.
Hello, girl.
And the book that was in your picture got leading.
It's Mary M. Morse.
And Sunny Middice appears her father, Captain Morse, and then yours earlier.
Each year, since then, she has been receiving through the post a single large bird.
And now the anonymous sender has been supposed to wish to meet her.
We accompanied her to the wrong room.
And heard from eccentric fellows and dear Sherlock Holmes,
how his father and Captain Morse had gained a fabulous pleasure,
which had disappeared after both their deaths.
Now, it has been reneged as covered by his brother, Bartholomew Morse,
whom we were to visit to play Miss Morse's rightful share.
Arriving at Bartholomew's house, we found him sitting in a chair,
a horrible smile on his face, and quite, quite deep.
Oh, what a nice place it all means, Holmes.
It means no, no, no, no.
Ah, just as I expected.
Okay, I've got some stuck in the skin just to where it is here.
A long, dark, thorn.
Be careful.
He's poisoned.
Poisoned!
Oh, what a fantastic mystery, Holmes.
On the contrary, my dear Watson,
I only require a few missing links
to my shall have an entirely connected case.
Oh, oh!
Oh, the soldier, what is it?
Oh, the treasure!
It's gone.
Are you sure?
Oh, the heavy blow in the ceiling.
We learnt it through.
I helped him to do it.
I left him here last night, and I heard him lock the door.
The treasure was locked in this room with hidden backhanded you left.
An interesting clock.
Oh, dear me.
No, the police will suspect me of having a head.
Did you take my advice, Mr. Schalzot?
Drive down to the police station and report the message.
The police station offered to assist them in every way.
We shall wake you until you return.
But he is yours, I say.
It will be for the best.
Oh, fellow you go.
I suppose you do best.
Oh, dear, dear.
Now Watson, we have a little wild ourselves.
Let us make good use of it.
Oh, no.
In the first place, I just consider how these folk came and how they went.
Oh, shelter written, the door hasn't been opened since last night.
Then how about the window?
No, it's passing on the inside.
Solid framework?
I was just...
No water pipe, dear.
Roof, quite out of reach.
Yet a man mounted by the window.
How do you know?
The air is a pinch of old foot in the mold upon the seal.
And Sierra is a circular muddy mark.
She's here again on the floor.
And here again by the table.
This old foot mark is something much more valuable to us.
These are the impressions of a wooden stump.
A wooden leg man.
But there have been someone else here.
Oh.
Could you scale that for yourself?
Hmm, let's see.
Whoa, certainly not.
A good 60 feet from the ground.
A lot of foothoes were right.
But spursing you had a friend up here who lowered you that good-style rope, which I see in the corner.
Then if you were an active man, you might swarm up wooden leg and all.
Of course you'd deposit the same passion.
And your ally would draw up the rope.
Shop the window, secure it from the inside, and deposit the way that he originally came.
Yes, but to hear this discomforts, how did he get in?
The door's locked, the window is inaccessible.
Did he come down the gymnast?
The great muster is more.
Well, then how?
My dear Watson, how often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible,
whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?
He didn't come through the door, the window or the chimney.
He couldn't have been concealed of the room if there was no concealment possible.
Then where did he come from?
Through the hole in the roof.
Of course he did.
Now, if you have the kindness to hold the lamp for me,
we'd like to send our researchers to the secret room above where the pleasure was found.
Can you manage to get up?
Hey, I can, I can just get up.
Please, help me.
On this roster.
Oh, God.
Now I'm coming up too.
Is he going to take a rest?
Yeah.
Oh, where?
Oh, there you are, you see.
Oh, there's a door leading out under the roof.
I can see I can press it back.
Yes, sir.
Then the roof slips at the gentle angle.
Ah, this is how he got in.
Now, let's see if we can find some other places at this grand bedroom.
It doesn't look as though this place has been entered for years.
How unjust are they?
And that has, as you see it, to the least foot place.
As clear as we could wish.
The pier, the pinch of a child's naked foot.
Oh, sir, child has done this horrible thing.
Come along, Watson.
There's nothing more to be learned here.
If my memory hadn't failed me, I should have been able to foster this.
Yes.
Now, where do I put my lens?
Ah, here it is.
Oh, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, we're certainly in luck.
What does it know?
Our naked footed friend has had the misfortune to trade in this prayer set
that has leaked out of the car, boy. They're in the corner.
You can see the outside of the edge of this small foot here.
Or then?
Why?
We've got him.
That's all.
I know a dog that would follow that scent of the world's end.
Hello.
Here come the accredited representatives of the law.
Now, before they come, Watson, just put your hand here on this poor dead fellow's arm.
Here.
And here?
And his leg?
Here.
What do you feel?
Muscles are as hard as a board.
I, sir, they're in a state of extreme contraction.
Five seeding the usual rig or mortis.
Couple to this distortion of the face.
What conclusion would it suggest to your man?
Oh, death for some powerful vegetable alkaloid.
Some strictly like substances which will produce tussiness.
As you saw, I discovered a fawn which had been driven off shot with no great force into the scalp.
You observed that the parts struck.
That which would return towards the hull and the seed.
If the man were erect in his chair.
Now, it's examining this thorn.
You go first, Mr. Chaudaun.
It looks as though some gummies substances are dried on it.
Quite so.
But is that an English thorn?
Oh, no.
No, it's certain he's not.
And with all these data, you should be able to draw some interest.
I'm here, the regular.
So the old silly forces need beaten up.
Here's a pretty business.
The house seems to be as full as a rabbit world.
Ah, Mr. Chaudaun.
You must recollect me.
I mean, these I do.
It's Mr. Chaudaun's.
The theorists.
I remember you.
I'll never forget the business.
Get your case.
Ah.
But what's all this?
Bad business.
Stern facts here.
No room for theories.
Lucky I had to be out at Norwood on another case.
What do you think the man died of?
Oh, this is hardly a case for me to theorize them.
No, no.
Sue, we can't deny that you hit them made on the head.
Sometimes.
Uh, door locked.
I understand.
Jews worth half a million missing.
That was the window.
Fastened.
Look at our footmarks on the cell.
Well, if it was fastened, they could have had nothing to do with the matter.
Oh.
I see.
Ah.
I've got cake.
These fleshy is coming upon me at times.
Just about side sergeant.
And you, please, Mr. Chaudaun.
Oh, very well.
I should come now.
I'm sorry.
I should come now.
Inspector, this is my friend Dr. Watson.
Oh, yeah.
Yes, he made me see you remain.
Yes, yes, I suppose.
Uh, no, Mr. Holmes.
Chaudaun was with his brother last night.
The brother died in a fit.
And Chaudaun worked over the treacher.
How's that?
Upon Mr. Deadman very considerably got up and locked it all in the infight.
Yes.
Yes, as a flaw there.
You're not in the best of all the facts, you know.
This splinter of wood, which I have every reason to believe that it poisoned, was in the men's scalp,
where you still see the mark.
Dead, is he?
Ah, yes.
This car, inscribed the sign of the fall, was on the table.
How does all that fit into your theory?
If this blinter's poisonous, that dears me well and made murderous use of it.
The guard is some focused blind, is like a nut.
I see.
The only question is, is the question.
The question is, how did he get out?
Ah, of course.
There is a hole in the roof.
There is the fact that better than here is our floor.
There's a cat door communicating with the roof,
and it's partly open.
I opened it.
You?
Oh, well, no matter.
It shows how our gentleman got away.
Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Ask Mr. Scholder to step this way.
Hey, sir, sir.
This way, sir, please.
Mr. Thaddeer Scholder?
Yes.
It's my duty to inform you that anything which you say may be used against you.
I arrest you in the queen's name as being concerned in the death of your brother.
Oh, no.
Didn't I tell you what they would say to you?
Yes, probably.
I set up this dissalter.
I think I can engage to clear your discharge.
Oh, you can, sir.
Go.
Promise too much, Mr. Theorist.
You may find it a harder matter than you think.
Not only will I clear him, Mr. Jones, but I'll make you a free present of the name and description
of one of the two people who were in this room last night.
His name, I have a very reason to believe, is Jonathan Small.
He's small and active with his right leg off and wearing a wooden stump which is worn
away on the inner side.
He's been a conduct as for the other men.
Ah, the other men.
He is a rather curious person.
I hope, before very long, to be able to introduce you to the pair of them.
Or wherever you want to be.
You're coming home?
What's it?
You were Mr. Scholder's most determined.
Oh, delighted.
And then I want you to go to number three, Pinchin Lane, down the other water's edge at
Lambert.
The third person on the right-hand side is a bird suffer.
Sherman is the name.
Knock on Sherman up and tell him with my compliments that I want Toby at once.
You'll bring Toby back in the cab with you.
Toby?
She.
Her clear mongrel with the most amazing power sent.
I'd rather have Toby's help than that of the full of techie-ported men.
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But I want a doll.
I workforigothe me with my steak set.
When I sit there, turn this white muscle onto your head.
Mr. Scholder whины obviously.
Your friend, Mr. Scholder, is alwех away from welfare.
Yes, Mr. Scholder.
Yeah, he's got the bird!
Yeah, he's got the bird!
Uh, just keep cheater, the baby.
Yes, eh?
Eh, boy?
And now, sir, what was it, Mr. Sherlock over these forties?
You wanted a dog of yours?
Ah, that will be Toby.
Yes, sir.
Show me what, then.
Toby lives at number seven on the lift here.
Thank you, Luka.
Well, Mr. Sherman, I'm much obliged to go on.
Give me a fairly good product.
Are you heaven, then, Watson?
Lead the dog here and come up here.
As I bid a time to this benefit, sir.
Oh, boy.
I'll be presenting Bruce to me.
Ah, Toby and I understand one another.
Oh, Sergeant, there you go.
Sir, here.
Sergeant, I must kick off my boots and socks.
Oh, Watson.
Just carry them for me, will you?
Well, too.
I'm just doing a little climbing.
Yes, and I must get my hatred into this clear suit.
Yeah.
That'll do.
Now, come up through the hole in the ceiling with me.
From over.
You've served anything not worthy about these footnotes?
Well, they belong to a child or a small woman.
Apart from the size, what's the chief difference?
Well, your toes are all crammed together.
The other bridge of each toe distinctive separated.
That is the point.
Now, would you kindly step over to that roof when
don't smell the edge of the woodwork?
I shall stay over here, as I have this hatred in my head.
Yes.
Yes, this is a strong tarry smell.
That's where he put his foot in getting us.
If you can trace him, I should think Toby will have known it.
Thank you.
Now, while I get out onto the roof, you run downstairs
and wait for Toby in the garden below.
There we are, home.
Thank you, Watson.
There's him.
And he's got the dogs.
Well, I'll let him loose.
This was the right view.
It's pretty fun.
Yes, go.
I'm going to care for him.
Oh, do you need care for him?
Well, well done.
I've always been talking to you, please.
I ought to hate you.
It was easy to follow his course across the classroom.
No, I...
Tiles were loosened to her away.
Oh, yes.
In his heart he dropped this.
Some sort of a coach made out of beans, isn't it?
Getting inside?
Ah, some more of those corn.
Hmm.
That kind of thing.
Ah, Watson.
You'll later stand on a six-mile trudge.
Doesn't matter.
There's a game, why don't you?
Well, well, well.
We don't care, please.
Please, please, Penny.
Let's not just show you home.
Sir, hands you for the clear set on it.
Then watch him go.
What?
Come on, Watson.
He's got to set us a set base.
Well, I think we can allow ourselves a breather.
They've had no...
Do they have any arrangements for yesterday?
They had 28 hours.
But they're still alive on the road.
Holmes, how would you describe the wooden leg man with such confidence?
The simplicity of self.
Two officers were in command of the convict guard.
The early and important secret is to bury the treasure.
A map is drawn to them by an Englishman named Jonathan Smolk.
It's called Smolk.
If you remember, we saw the name on the chart.
The Smolk's showed us.
Smolk had cited on behalf of himself and his associates.
But find the before and see some of the map that he called it.
Ah.
Well, eating by this child, the officers, or one of them,
get the treasure and bring it to England.
Now then, why didn't Jonathan Smolk get the treasure himself?
The answer is obvious.
Oh.
Uh, you did?
You're having a pistol with you, have you?
You know where I hit my stick.
I shall leave Jonathan to you.
But if the other turns last day, I shall shoot in dead.
Oh!
Come along now.
Toby's anxious to be getting off.
Well, he is now full again.
I don't even know who I am from here.
Yes, but I don't like.
They've taken to a boat.
Stoneers?
No.
These fillers are sharper than I expected.
Daddy!
Daddy!
Oh, well, mom.
You put them back on your boat.
Daddy!
If you don't put them back on your boat,
they'll hear about it.
Oh, dear, look at Jack.
A fine child, is this bit?
Oh, it's a bit of shit.
There he is, that.
Here.
Thank you, my name.
The son born over here, though.
Mordy guy, Smith.
Oh, that.
A way, is he?
I wanted to speak to Mr Smith.
He's been away since yesterday morning, sir.
But I thought it was about a boat, sir.
Maybe I could serve as well.
I see from the ball that he has a TV launch.
That's what I like.
Wait, really, sir.
It's in this.
He launched it.
It's gone.
That's what puzzles me.
I know the rainbow.
I know that we'll take it to a bag.
We'll eat it in the bag.
He might have bought some of the warmth down with it.
We might serve it, but it won't.
There's a way.
Many a time I've heard him go on about the press as they charge
for a few odd bags.
Besides, I don't like that wooden leg man
with his obfaces in a glender store.
A wooden leg man?
Aroused him up yesterday night he did.
Oh.
Then I'm unlucky, Mrs Smith.
I wanted to steam launch, and I've heard good reports of the...
Oh.
Let me see.
What is her name?
The Aurora.
Oh, yes, of course, yes.
She's not an old green launch for the yellow line
that he'd brought in the beam.
We know indeed.
She's as trim a little thing as any on the river.
That's the two-leg street.
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes.
Well, I hope you'll soon share from this, Mrs Smith.
I'm going down the river.
If I should see anything of the Aurora,
I shall let him know that you're uneasy.
A black funnel, you say?
No, sir, black with a white band.
Oh, of course, yes.
Is it the signs which are black here?
Well, good morning, Mrs Smith.
Good morning, sir.
Hello.
The main thing with people of that sort
is never to think that information can be of the slightest importance to you.
If you do, they'll instantly shut up like a monster.
Well, our course seems pretty clear now.
What could you do there?
Engage a launch and go down the river on the track of the Aurora.
I'm dear fellow.
It should be a colossal cast.
She may have touched at any wall from either side of the street between Hill and Village.
What if we said worse and worse?
What do we do then?
I want you to take after some and return to your Beatriz I know with my confidence.
Then drive home, pass them breakfast and get on our sleep.
It's quite a McCarrs that we may be a foot tonight again.
Very well.
I was sent a while.
To whom?
You remember the biggest street in Regulus,
where my employer and I study in Scarletview?
Oh, those that will rag him up in Tisha.
Just that they might be invaluable.
The while will be to my...
Yes, he'll do that till the weekend.
I expect he and his gang will be with us
before I have time to finish preparing.
In future they can report to you vegans and you to me.
I cannot head by house invaded in this way.
No, no, no, no.
It's just the smell that you should all hear the instructions.
I want to find the whereabouts of a steam launch called the Aurora.
Black with two red streaks.
Follow, black with a white band.
Oh no, Mordecai Smith.
She's downriver somewhere.
Is that here?
Yes, Katna.
The old scale of fame and a gillage of the volume finds the boat.
Oh, here's a daily advance.
Nuts off you go.
Thank you, Katna.
Come on, you lost all of it.
I lost all of it.
I lost all of it.
I lost all of it.
I lost all of it.
I lost all of it.
You've got a very fine duct.
It'll mean while we can do nothing.
You're going to be in homes.
No, I'm not tired.
I never remember feeling tired by work so idol-ness exhausts me completely.
No, I'm going to think over this queer business to which our beer clients are
entsn' criticize.
Wouldn't leg men a nut calmemple, I should think the other men must be absent.
Okay, you need other men again.
footmarks, toes that are fed by boots, naked feet, great agility, small poison darts.
And what you make of all this?
Perhaps these were those Indians who associated with Donald's in small, huh, they're dead.
Some Indians are small men, but none could have left such marks as that.
Now, let's consult the guest at here.
Ah, then most of every year, in turn in the rivers to fuzz, in the endies, in the Andaman Islands,
situated 340 miles to the north of Sumatra and the Bay of Bengal.
The most climate coral reef sharks convict there.
The aborigines of the Andaman Islands, they perhaps claim the distinction of being the
smallest race upon this earth.
The aborigines are rather below four feet.
They're a fierce, morose and impractable people.
They're capable of formally misdiversing friendships.
Now, then listen to this.
Their feet and hands are remarkably small.
They've always been a terror to shipwrecked crews,
braining the survivors with their stern-headed calves or shooting them,
with their poison darts.
First, aim your warfare!
Well, what's the... you'll have done.
Why not lie down there on the set for and see if I can put you to sleep?
Huh?
Oh, um, I don't buy the video I could do with a few wigs.
Ah!
Oh.
Oh, my dear, what's the...
Oh, ho, ho.
You stepped suddenly.
I was afraid our twelfth would wake you.
Twelfth, I think.
Or wiggins are just enough to report.
He says no trace can be found of a lunge.
Can I do anything?
I'm perfectly fresh now.
We can only wait.
If we go ourselves, the message might come in our absence and that would cause delays.
Yes, but...
Well, you can do what you will, Watson,
but I must remain unguarded.
Only I shall run over the camel and call on Mrs. Cecil Farrosach.
She, uh, after due yesterday.
On Mrs. Cecil Farrosach.
I see.
Oh, well, of course, on the...
Miss Morston, too.
Ah.
They were anxious to hear what's happened.
I understand.
I wouldn't tell them too much, sir.
Women are never able to be entirely trusted.
Not the best of them.
It's the perfect settlement, Watson.
Don't be too late, back, my dear, Watson.
I expect you hear something definite
about the night, sir.
The sign of the fall is one of the Shalakom stories
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
We're presenting it in three parts
and you've just been listening to part two.
My name is Norman Shelley.
My friend, Carlton Hobbs,
played the part of Sherlock Holmes,
and I was ducked to Watson.
My co-hardwik wrote the script for this
BBC production from London.
And of course, I look forward to the
better of your company again very soon
for the third and last part of the sign of the fall.
