The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson: Deadly Fight (Priklyucheniya Sherloka Kholmsa i doktora Vatsona: Smertelnaya skhvatka)

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The famous detective Sherlock Holmes,

with the help of his friend doctor Watson, penetrated

into the den of the villainous extortioner Milverton

and burned down the papers that the villain used for blackmail.

By coincidence

on that same night Milverton was murdered.

This incident has stirred the criminal world

and made extremely risky

THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON

PART TWO

DEADLY FIGHT

Based on stories by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

Starring:

Vassily LIVANOV

Vitaly SOLOMIN

Rina ZELENAYA

Co-starring:

Borislav Brondukov

Victor Evgrafov Alexander Zakharov

Boris Klyuev Nikolai Kryukov

Alexei Kozhevnikov Ignat Leirer

I. Andronnikov A. Podshivalov

Y. Eller Dima Khrilyev and others.

I've got an excellent collection starting with the letter "M".

Morgan - a poisoner.

Merridew, who left behind

a collection of scalps.

Mortimer - cocainist and murderer.

Mrs. Medoc - a bloody jealous avenger.

Mathews.

The guy who knocked out my left canine tooth

at the waiting hall at Charing Cross Station.

Those are all shadows of the past, that

can only be brought back to life with the power of your pen.

And this is a different company!

These people caught my attention for only just one instant,

however I kept their cards for my files.

Who for instance?

For instance, Moran - Sebastian. Retired colonel.

Served in the First Bengalore field-engineer regiment.

The son of Sir Moran, holder of the Order of the Bath,

former British envoy to Persia.

Graduated from Eton College and Oxford University.

Was a signaler in the Jovak and Ardennes campaigns.

- You haven't met him there by chance, have you? - No.

Also in Cheresiam & Cherpur campaigns. An expert shot.

Author of "Hunting Big Prey in the Western Himalayas"

and "Three Months in the Jungle".

Member of the Anglo-Indian, Tankerville and "Bagatelle" clubs.

Well, that's a biography of an honest soldier.

Yes. And nevertheless, opposite his name I wrote:

"The most dangerous man in London".

Up to a certain point Moran did not arise any suspicion.

In India they still tell the legend

about him crawling along the bottom of a dried brook

to save a man from the claws of an enraged wounded tiger.

You know, Watson, there are these trees

that grow the way they should up to a certain point.

And then all of a sudden they start developing

ugly abnormal deviations.

- That happens with people too. - Yes.

Colonel Moran stepped on a vicious path.

Without any obvious reason

he turned everyone in India so much against himself,

that he had to leave London and retire altogether.

I don't see anything criminal in that.

Do you remember the strange death of Mrs. Stewart

from Lauder? In 1887.

I'm sure he has the most direct relation to that death.

- Why are you so sure? - It's a long story.

Want to see what he looks like?

I wonder what you say when you see him.

Physiognomic analysis is worth something in our line of work.

- But where? - At the club "Bagatelle" of course.

Make your bets, gentlemen.

No more bets.

- He is not here? - He's here all right.

One of the 12.

Port and "The Times".

- Want a hint? - No.

I know some of those people.

The one on the left is Godfry Milmer.

A furrier, suffering from gout.

I haven't personally treated his partner Lord Belmoran,

but everyone knows him.

At the next table sits Mr. Murray, sciatica.

The one nearest to us is sir John Hardy.

Sturdy as a bull, but the wife suffers from constant neuralgia.

I beg your pardon, gentlemen, I'll leave you for a minute.

We hope you won't be long, Mr. Carlisle.

Dear Watson,

I have to meet with the man who wrote this note.

Proceed with your physiognomic observations.

We'll share our impressions at home.

You lost, gentlemen!

- Congratulations, Sir Ronald. - Aren't you mistaken, Colonel?

See for yourself.

I don't have my traveling-bag with me.

I would kindly ask you to take our winnings,

and tomorrow I'll come by to collect my share.

All the best, gentlemen.

Colonel Moran, I suspect you are a card-sharp.

Mind your language, my young friend.

Where did the Ace of Clubs come from?

Go back, collect the money and divide it into two parts.

Don't provoke the tiger to bare his teeth, Sir Fool.

Price! Take off the blindfold.

Your coronal bones are not as developed I'd expected.

You have a very dangerous habit -

of carrying a loaded gun in your jacket pocket.

Does this room seem familiar to you?

It could very well be that you didn't kill Milverton.

The material evidence testifies only to the fact,

that you'd been here.

You have been here, haven't you, Holmes?

Am I right?

You wanted Lady Eve's letters.

You have come here to steal them.

You couldn't do it legally,

so you decided to violate the law.

You were guided by your ambitions.

You see, Holmes, I'm also good at making logical deductions.

But you have made a number of major mistakes.

Footprints, bloody stains on the glass door...

Charles was my friend.

Besides, he was my supplier.

It is a great loss.

Mind you...

I felt your presence after Milverton's death.

One secret thread was pulled.

Only someone who read my secret correspondence with him

could know about it.

That was on March the 4th.

On the 23rd you bothered me the second time.

In the middle of April you disappointed me again.

At the end of the month you frustrated my plans.

Today I'm faced with the threat of being exposed.

And once again not without your help!

- So what do you suggest? - I suggest you quit!

You've crossed the path of a very powerful organization.

Even you can't understand the full extent of its power.

Stop playing this game, or they'll crush you!

The papers you took from this table, with my monogram!

Considering your interest in me, you couldn't have burnt them!

- You have them! - Why are you so sure?

They could be in Scotland-Yard!

No, Holmes, you have them.

No one, except you, knows the meaning of the letter "M".

No one, except you, especially not that idiot Lestrade,

will be able to decipher the coded text.

You have them.

You hope to decipher the invaluable papers

and put us all behind bars.

I repeat...

That is not going to happen.

Because otherwise

you will not leave this room alive.

Your threats are very serious,

therefore they call for no less serious proof.

Milverton received invoices

an hour before you came here.

My personal messenger brought them.

They were lying on the table.

That's not good enough, professor.

Not good enough!

Apart from me there were other people here too:

Servants, maids, police officers.

And then again you forget about the real killer.

Don't switch the light on, Watson. That can be dangerous.

You mean, he can be looking for me already?

- Who is that? - Colonel Moran.

What have you done?

I became the witness of an ugly scene

between the Colonel and a young man.

Let's not stand in front of the window.

Take a seat and tell me everything.

A young man by the name of Ronald...

You must be talking about sir Ronald Adair.

A frequenter and a Board member of the club "Bagatelle".

An inveterate card-player, but never goes beyond the limits.

The younger son of count Meinus,

the governor of one of our provinces in Australia.

Is engaged to Edith Woodley From Corster.

An absolutely harmless creature.

They played in a pair with the Colonel and won.

Then they had a fight.

Sir Ronald accused the Colonel of cheating.

- Did anyone else hear it? - Just me. Accidentally.

I don't envy Sir Ronald and you.

I suggest we draw the shutters.

What is it you're afraid of?

An air-gun.

- Pardon me? - An air-gun.

The files of my letter "M" card index came into motion.

The tiger hunt is on.

- Who is the tiger? - Yours truly.

And now you too, Watson.

- What shall we do? - Run.

We're dealing with people who don't shelve their promises.