I won't forget that morning.
Not if I left to be 100.
I counted the men as they marched out of the yard. They had hardly slept for weeks.
We of the C ID had slept even less.
But the nightmare that kept us awake was all the same nightmare.
That's why we weren't surprised when the commissioner asked us up
to the conference room for a bit of a talk.
He'd talk to us plenty. We knew that
it didn't help any to know what was ahead of us.
Must we have that window open, Gregson?
Oh, shut it. If you want to
chief will be in enough of a temper without having
a ruddy blast down the back of his neck.
Gentlemen, the commissioner,
it's stuffy in here.
You seated, won't you
gentlemen?
If you wish to know what able men you are read
any of the works of popular fiction that glamorize your achievements.
But don't I beg of you read the daily papers,
they might give you an inferiority complex.
I hate to mention it,
but we are confronted with a series of
the most atrocious murders since Jack the Ripper.
And in the meantime,
the C ID might as well be playing at shove. Hate
me
for all the good we've accomplished.
Now, look
here, here and here,
each of these red flags scattered through the
city stands for a woman brutally murdered.
A woman's terror.
A woman's death agony.
These are no ordinary crimes.
These are the works of a fiend who kills first and mutilates afterwards.
A ghoul who hacks off a part of his victim body and carries it away with him. A
loathsome souvenir of his butchery.
Three women murdered so far.
And you haven't turned in one clue.
You haven't given me one lead.
Here you sit and wait for news of 1/4 victim
with your arms folded.
Well, we hadn't long to wait.
It was down Lambeth way where a young woman was hurrying home late last night.
She saw something and stopped.
It was a constable.
He spoke to her and he walked along with her just in case.
We saw h her down the stairway to the basement lodging where she lived.
We can only surmise what happened after that.
I put my pride in my pocket
and went to see the man who so often
helped out inspector Estrade and myself in the past
Mr Sherlock Holmes.
If ever a man needed help.
I did.
This makes four inspector,
four defenseless women here in the heart of London
and everyone with the right forefinger hacked off, not hacked.
Inspector Gregson
cleanly expertly severed
the work of a skilled surgeon.
That's it. Only two
much about the age of my sister's girl.
Is there no way of stopping this Mr Holmes?
Yes.
There's a way somehow
f
that did this.
I promise,
I promise we have nothing to go on. That's the rotten part of it.
We can't get far without knowing the motive and
at least we know what the motives were not.
It wasn't robbery
our passion. Thanks me, you know, yet vengeance
because they all came up. Totally unrelated families. Steady, inspector, steady,
sorry, Mr Holmes.
I don't turn a hair when it's a bloke who can look after himself
a little slip of a thing like that.
Yes, it's horrible. Come on, let's get a drink.
Good evening, Mr Holmes.
You,
Vincent MS Koto,
please. And a double with my friend here. Inspector Gregson
there.
What's up?
Make mine Irish.
At least nobody to give me a hand of this thing.
Mr Holmes always a pleasure to be of help to Scotland Yard inspector.
Settle out of my line. Looking for a maniac
murder is just for the fun of it.
Or perhaps just to get a human finger
in all four cases,
murderer risk capture
by stopping to secure a finger.
Well, what for, who knows?
He's just a madman.
Perhaps there's method in his madness.
We could just trace those missing fingers. If,
if we could just drag the English channel, we might find a penny.
Oh,
thank you.
Make it that
Mrs
can kill him.
Hm.
So George Fenwick, isn't it?
Yes.
Is that his daughter with him?
Don't be so naive inspector.
You know, everyone, don't you? Darling?
Well, hardly
a week ago I didn't know you a week.
How fast it's gone.
I collect these things.
How very quaint of you
shall we go? Yes.
What are you looking at? Mr Holmes
Vicky? They're very handsome woman.
Not one of the purple but giving an excellent imitation.
Would you like to come to my flat for a nightcap? Lovely idea.
Yes, isn't it?
I wonder where she's taking, sir. George Fenwick. Don't be so
naive, Mrs.
Yeah.
Good evening mom. Hello, Brandon. Any messages? No, mom.
Thank you.
Uh drinks Crandon. One of your nice surprises. Yes, mom,
I say you don't mean that Brandon's a Marvel, aren't you Brandon?
Yes, mom.
You wouldn't believe the things she can do?
Oh,
charming face. Delightful. Really? Do you think so? I'm so glad.
Do sit down.
Do you mind?
Do I mind
what a question?
I don't mind anything really
except not being with you. Now, you really don't want me to believe that. Do you?
Not too seriously good.
We're both quite grown up, aren't we
quite,
you're a treasure, Brandon
and lower the lights a little as you leave.
I prefer a more flattering light
in any light. It would be, would I?
And don't, you know it
perhaps I do.
Oh, that priceless. Woman,
you wouldn't believe it. But she's absurdly romantic.
She loves dreamy music and
she thinks that we, but, uh, we do, don't we
do? We?
Well, it's rather soothing,
restful.
Yes.
And we all need rest at times.
Like tired Children who play too long.
You've played with wooden soldiers, I suppose.
Funny. I hadn't thought of that for years.
Toy boots were my special joy.
Anything I could set afloat anywhere
like this
and this
toy boat sailing into the never, never land.
A land of beautiful dreams.
Look
look odd, isn't it? How the light is reflected?
Little specks of light that move
and move
like stars on a slowly moving stream.
You know, Holmes. I'm very sensitive to atmosphere.
Yes, I can tell by the feel of this room. There's been a murder committed here.
It may interest you to know my dear fellow.
It was the other side of that door to put up the stairs that the poor girl was murdered.
If only I could find it, find what
the one thing these unfortunate victims have in common
that might give us a motive for these murders.
There must be something another Jack the Ripper. If you asked me a homicidal maniac.
Now, Watson,
in the case of Jack the ripper, there was one thing in common,
his victims were all from one walk of life, living in the same section of the city.
In this case,
the murderer chooses his victims from all walks of
life and from different sections of the city.
Now, my dear fellow,
this is not the work of a homicidal maniac.
It's something infinitely more sinister. Give me the creeps.
What on earth you're talking about? Watson.
I'm convinced that these murders are only incidental to
some larger and more diabolical scheme that may be.
But why are the severed fingers?
The answer to that question.
My dear fellow is our only hope of solving these mysteries. Dear sister.
I am so happy. I
had such a lovely holiday at Brighton with you and ALF
and I'm looking forward to being with you again.
Poor little thing.
Sort of raises a lump in your throat.
I can picture her sitting here happily writing this letter
and a lot bit of realizing that she's shortly going to her death.
Hello
Gregson.
Oh, there you are Mr Holmes. I've been looking for you everywhere. What's happened?
Murder in Edgeware Road. Not half an hour ago, woman. Yes.
On the right forefinger. Cut off clean
young woman.
Get your papers
paper all about the murder
morning paper,
all about the murder paper.
Horrible murder.
Tell the young woman proud murder paper
out.
I
will write our paypal paypal, read all about it.
Get your paper.
Murdering edge of our road.
I will clean the murder,
shocking murder, murder in edge our road,
murder of a young woman.
Oh,
yeah.
Only fancy ma'am.
There's been another of those horrible murders, dear, dear. How shocking.
Yes, ma'am.
I really don't feel quite safe here myself.
Oh dear.
Why said yours? I must see Miss Marlo at once. I don't know.
I must see her. Where is she
Lydia?
Why sir? George?
What is it? What happened?
I don't know.
You'll have to help me. You've got to help me, but I don't understand. Listen,
I woke up a few minutes ago
in a cheap boarding house
off Edgware Road.
I don't know how I came there. I don't know when
the last thing I remember is being here with you. Calm yourself, sir. George.
When did I leave here?
Well, it was about uh
uh
it was 1045 mom. Precisely.
You seemed, forgive me.
Just a little distressed,
detached, not interested.
I thought I'd said something to offend you.
I don't remember.
I can't remember.
Tell me,
has this happened to you before
before?
Well, there is such a thing as amnesia. You know,
if it was 1045 when I left you,
it was nine this morning when I woke
over 10 hours, lost
10 hours that I can't account for
and in my pocket when I woke I found.
Yeah, my
that,
that, that isn't.
Oh, it's not for you. Of course, it can't be.
Excuse me, mom.
But there's a man asking to see the gentleman.
Send him away. Yes, mom.
No, no, no, no, no, please.
I'll see him.
Well,
delightful, Rome.
Not much like the place you woke up in this morning.
You followed me here. Yes.
Are you a
detective?
Oh, no,
quite the contrary.
Don't be afraid, sir, George.
You know my name.
Oh, yes,
a
very old and highly honored name
and being the bearer of such a name
and also a very wealthy man.
I thought
you might care to possess yourself this trifle
rather than let it fall into the hands of the police.
It is yours. If I'm not mistaken, the initials GF
where did you get this?
It came out of your pocket.
I saw it fall which you never noticed
you were very busy
bending over something
with a knife.
Then you put something in your pocket.
Come along home, come along, come along.
How many more times must I tell you you're missing a treat. This is delicious
little
jam task to follow.
Aren't you tempted?
Do you and your flesh pots?
They tell me that the fish is good for the brain.
Brains haven't any?
You realize that a day, a whole day and a night have gone.
Dyson is the best of affair in Edgware Road.
I'm as much in the dark as ever.
Hello, here comes a client unless I'm very much mistaken.
Well attractive, very attractive.
Obviously, she left home under the stress of some very great emotion.
How do you know, uh she isn't wearing any gloves?
A startling omission and a young lady of fashion.
No, she didn't put her coat on open car too.
Furthermore, there's something in that bag she wants to show me
what makes you show her the bag doesn't match her
dress indicating it was picked for size rather than style
to accommodate some bulky object.
You amaze me
when I went to my.
Well, that's interesting.
What if
the cab
tell you at the empty house?
I wonder why he wanted it here.
Oh, wouldn't you
pass me
the glasses?
I would as soon. No.
Yes, Mrs Hudson.
It's a young lady, sir. Most urgent ask her to come in. Go right in Miss
Mr Holmes. Yes, this is my friend Dr Watson. How are you doing? How do you do
Mr Holmes?
You must. Excuse me, please. I
won't you sit down,
come along. May I
It's quite all right.
You too.
Now, try to control yourself, Miss Bene. You're with friends,
you know my name. No, magic. I assure you, I've often seen your picture.
You're the daughter of, sir George Betty, aren't you? Yes,
it's about my father that I,
what about your father, Miss Finnick? Oh, I don't know what to do.
He's always been the nicest, dearest person
only since mother died.
Yes, that's what
we know.
Yeah.
So I didn't think anything of it when he was away all the night before last,
but he didn't come home until yesterday at tea time.
Didn't come in for dinner at all.
Just paced up and down in the library. Hour after hour,
I begged him to let me in, but he wouldn't
steady, steady.
Now, take your time.
I couldn't sleep a wink last night.
Then I started hearing things,
hearing things. What sort of things?
I heard someone in the garden underneath my window.
Then I saw a figure moving down the garden path
and I recognize my father
stealing through his own garden,
like a thief.
He had a spade in his hand
and he stopped by the greenhouse where he started to dig
this morning at daybreak. I, I stole out into the garden and
I found this
a finger, a
human finger
ring up Scotland yard. But he bought some,
ask them to get hold of inspector Gregson and tell him to meet us once it,
George fini's house, Kingston
operator,
get Miss Scotland down quick.
Where's my father, Norris? He's still in the library, Miss. Thank you.
We'll see him right away. Will you come with me, please? Thank you.
I got your message, Mr Holmes. She has indeed
dad. May I come in
that?
It's funny.
Doesn't answer.
Do you mind?
Please do? Thank you,
Watson quick.
Come along with me.
Take charge MF
please.
Please, please come along with me
dead.
Yeah.
What do you make of it? Doctor
shot in the back between the 2nd and 3rd ribs.
The bullet undoubtedly had penetrated the heart.
Look at the powder marks on his coat.
I was afraid of this.
What do you mean,
don't you remember the man in the cab who followed Miss Fick to Baker Street?
Well, you don't think he had anything to do with it,
do I think it's reasonable to assume that he tipped off someone
that I'd been sent for?
Sir? George has obviously been murdered to keep him from telling me what he knew.
What was the weapon used?
Small caliber revolver point blank range by the look of the wound.
Murder came in through those French windows,
the mud from the garden he brought in in his boots.
Sir. George must have surprised the intruder
pass the room to him here.
Hm.
Follow us. We can't tell that from the location of the wound.
I'd say that he turned his back for a moment and as he turned
the muzzle of the revolver was placed between his ribs and one muffled shot fired.
And you mean to say he kept on going even after he was shot? There's no doubt about it.
Look there
a
trail of blood leads us back to the desk.
Some things that George was after
something.
I know he was trying to come and help put
you.
I don't think so. Watson
as the bell pull by the fireplace.
No, you'll notice from the trail of blood
that sir George made straight to this desk here. I wonder
if it was something he was desperately anxious to get.
Hello?
His right hands clenched.
That's perfect and natural death agony.
The left hand lies open.
Why? Only one hand clenched in the death agony there,
the right hand the hand here is the desk.
Please note that
if Sir George took something off his desk,
something so important that he spilled his last drop of blood to get it.
I want to know what it is.
Nothing but an ordinary match folder.
Where does that lead us?
I imagine to something very important. Gregson,
this match folder is from Pembroke House. Why shouldn't it be?
He was there? You know,
we saw him yesterday. Yes.
But the effort he made after he was shot to get hold of this match folder.
It's just possible.
He wanted someone to remember Pembroke House.
We have wished to recall it to someone who saw him there. Someone who
like ourselves, saw him with a woman
come in.
Oh
Dr
Watson, this came by hand for Mr Holmes not 10 minutes ago. Thank you, Mrs Hudson.
That would be the report from Mr George's bank.
Oh,
really?
Don't you remember his daughter told us that he just closed his account.
Had he looked into it once.
Hm.
He drew out his
guitar balance in cash nearly 10,000 pounds yesterday.
Just after that young woman was murdered.
What does that suggest to you? Watson?
But he paid it out to someone precisely.
I smelled a faint sweet odor of blackmail.
You don't think he paid it out to someone who saw him murder the mclean woman.
Sir, George never murdered anyone but he did have that woman's finger
and he did have a lot of,
a
lot of cash. That's the terrifying part about blackmail Watson.
The victim is afraid to fight the accusation no matter how false.
Once the accusation is made,
his name is smeared
and sometimes his life is ruined.
Well, sir, George didn't commit these murders. What f
did
I rather think they're not the work of any one man
come home.
You don't expect me to believe there's
a whole organization going about killing people and
chopping off their fingers. That's possible. Quite possible.
Well, whoever's behind all this thing
must be out of his mind on the contra my dear fellow.
If my assumptions are correct, this little scheme has behind it,
the most brilliant and ruthless intellect the world has ever known.
You don't mean Professor Moriarty? I do steady homes. You've got him on the brain.
This is the third time in as many months. You suspected him of unsolved crimes.
He's dead. You know, is he, is he, you know, he is,
he was hanged in Montevideo.
Well, over a year ago, I know that someone was hanged in Montevideo under that name,
but I'll stake my reputation that Moriarty is alive and here
now in London.
Hello.
Yes. And Doctor Watson. Wait a minute.
You me?
Oh, yes.
This is Doctor Watson speaking.
No. No, I'm afraid I've retired. I don't practice anymore.
What
Oh, that's a, that's a different thing.
An emergency case.
Well, just a minute
is,
is, well, she, she's not moved.
Remember that?
Don't touch it till I get there.
Fractured. Kissing in the Carlos Muse. Heavy woman.
14 stone,
does
it?
14 stone.
Just the sort of person who would hoist herself up on a stool to feed the canary.
There ought to be a law against fat people keeping little dicky birds. Well,
so long
that I should
be very long.
Haven't used their bag since I bought little Amelia. What's the name of the world
grew up to be a very attractive child
who
wouldn't with a name like a Mi mi
mi
boo.
People are so stupid about X.
Oh, Professor Moriarty.
Not that I wish to appear inquisitive,
not do. What am I indebted for the pleasure of this visit?
Scotland Yard will be interested.
It's very convenient for me to have Scotland
Yard think that I'm still dead in Montevideo.
I never dreamed of fooling you. Thank you.
The thought occurs to me, Mr Holmes
that there are some advantages in living within the law.
You're very comfortably fixed here, aren't you?
As I get on in life? The little comforts
appeal to me more and more
and I beg your pardon. Went
to sit down.
Thank you.
And now Professor Moriarty, what can I do for you?
Everything that I have to say to you has already crossed your mind
and my answer is no doubt crossed yours.
Yes. Final.
What do you think?
I shall not rest until you are hanged for the Finger Meadows.
You have no proof. You know,
I
have a shred
but I have you.
I could turn you over to the police here and now
you could.
But if you did,
you would never see Doctor Watson again.
Oh, the telephone call,
right.
I rather assumed you had taken some such precaution
or I should have snatched up a revolver
and indulged in the fit of your works when you came in, very smart, aren't you
not smart enough?
And I should have anticipated you all. But
if any harm comes to Doctor Watson, I shall seek you out.
I shall not rest until I find you.
And when I do no harm will come to Doctor Watson this time.
But I can't answer for the future
Mr Holmes. I should strongly advise you to drop this case.
Don't be silly. Think it over.
We've had many encounters in the past.
You hope to place me on the gallows. I tell you, I shall never stand up on the gallows.
But
if you are instrumental in any way in bringing about my destruction,
you will not be alive to enjoy your satisfaction and
we shall walk together through the gates of eternity.
Hand in hand. What a charming picture that would make us, wouldn't it?
I really think it might be worth it.
Shoelaces got
tons
of hair
and strong enough to hang yourself.
How many more times since I tell you
I don't want your filthy shoelaces or your company
shoelace cabinet is impertinent. Run along my good man.
Or I'll give you in charge shoelace cabinet.
She like, she's got
it.
Yeah. Poor poor bloke. What's only got one arm?
Any luck with Mr S?
You can read his obituary in tomorrow's papers.
Oh,
I was
come in.
I was um,
I'm just going out to look for you. Look for me. What for,
I suppose you don't think I know my way about.
But you're right. I don't blast all practical jokers anyhow. Know where I've been
on a wild goose chase. Exactly.
There's no such number in mcardle's muse.
Some fool's idea of a joke.
Should you, um,
did you see anyone?
No, nobody, especially only a whiny old idiot selling boot laces.
A persistent beggar. Wasn't he stuck to you? Like grim dare.
Uh, how do you know? And
finally I left you for someone who looked like better pickings
someone. My dear Watson was Professor Moriarty himself. What
he just called on me, Moriarty here and you let him go. But you must be out of your mind.
Why?
Well,
he bluffed me into believing that he was holding
a friend of mine as hostage and old who,
oh, nobody very important. Just a fat, lazy fellow, medical man.
I believe medical man. Do I know? Yes, I think you do. A fellow by the name of Watson.
Watson Watson never heard
who me? I'm afraid. So, will fellow
you. A street hawker's job
was to do away with you
in a certain contingency.
And you let Mariachi go
because of me. I had no choice.
I can't afford to lose you all fella.
Well, it's very decent of the old chap I must say. But, uh,
what
I,
I wish you'd nabbed him. We shall never fear.
I know the motive for the finger murders.
All I have to find out now is the method used with the blackmail victim's method.
Yes.
How does Moriarty get them to the scene of the crime?
How does he plant those severed fingers on them?
And how does he scare them into believing that, uh,
they may have committed those atrocious murders themselves?
Curious,
very curious.
Curious. What's curious,
that window in the
empty house across the street?
First floor front,
huh?
What's wrong with
joking?
Well, shouldn't it be open? And
it wasn't open half an hour ago? I'll take my life on that.
Well, it's not our business
but it's still open.
I
wonder if you'd go over old fella and see what's the matter,
trusting
against the law.
Well, I'll go myself. Well, if you're gonna put it like that
ridiculous waste of time
thinking about shutting windows at this hour of the night.
Here, you better take this torch. Well, take what,
dignified job for a doctor? Doctor Watson? The torchbearer.
And what do you propose to do?
Sit in a comfortable chair, I suppose and read a good book. That's a very good idea.
It's a very good idea.
Well, I play night watchman.
You have a nice read.
Good night. Have a good time.
I, I've done everything.
Hm.
The,
you know,
for,
hm,
a bean,
pretty little thing to keep about the house.
Must have been a pet.
Hm.
What
that?
Oh,
right.
This is a
good dog.
Well, he sits comfortably reading a book.
Got
it.
He killed Holmes, he killed someone.
Watson
you
but I saw him shoot you a second ago. Not me, my dear fellow.
Merely the bust of Julius Caesar
incidents. You may have noticed that, uh, all through the ages, prominent men
have prominent noses.
Oh,
I'm afraid we're into terrible trouble again with Mrs Hudson windows,
smashed plaster all over the floor.
Get up. You.
Corporal Williams Middlesex regiment
discharged from the army is physically unfit.
Paper. Seem in order
not corporal Williams.
You've seen service in the far east, haven't you?
The east?
I thought so. Look at his complexion. Watson yellow saffron. He's been taking a
brine
cure for malaria.
Sniper, aren't you?
Sniper?
Mm.
Why did you try to kill me?
I
had to kill him.
I
had to
snap out of it. Stop it. What?
He's shamming? No, he isn't.
Who told you to kill me?
She told me
she told you,
she told me
I
couldn't miss. Well, luckily you did miss you murderer. He's a murderer. Watson.
Listen, Corporal Williams.
She told you you had to do it, didn't she?
I
had
to do it. I've got it right. I got it. Got what the method used in the finger murders.
Well, what is it? Hypnotism, my dear fellow hypnotism.
And it wasn't against his nature. That's the devilish part of it.
They picked a man for that purpose. Whose job was sniping? Who are they?
Professor Moriarty and his finger murderers?
Williams spoke of a woman.
I think you will find that you asked him home tonight for a drink.
Nice quiet rooms,
soft lights, music. You've got it all pack Mr Holmes. What's the lady look like
up? 30
nice figure, blonde
luster eye.
Oh, really? Got a phone number.
Ok.
Williams will give us her address.
Look after him. Gregson.
Don't let anyone come near him.
He's our key witness in the finger murders.
Well, I hope you're guessing, right, Mr Holmes.
Get up Williams.
Now,
go with inspector Gregson. What he tells you.
Come on,
ring me as soon as he comes to himself.
I will.
Good night, gentlemen. Good night.
Well, if you believe that fellow Williams was hypnotized,
I suppose you think sir George Fenwick was hypnotized too.
I'm quite sure of it. Have a cup of tea. Thanks old boy. Nothing to eat.
But why didn't these people make, sir George do the murder himself?
Because they didn't want to get him hanged.
They uh
they wanted to blackmail him. Well,
who do you think the actual murder is
one of Moriarty's gang?
A diabolical is simple technique.
Kill a woman. Yes. Yes. Yes. But
why cut off the fingers?
My dear fellow, don't you understand?
The severed finger is what links the black male victim to the murder? He wakes,
he finds the grizzly thing in his pocket.
He doesn't know how he got there.
He has no idea that he's been hypnotized for all he knows.
He may have committed the atrocious crime
during some dreadful lapse of sanity
in that state.
When he's utterly demoralized, the blackmailers take over is that it undoubtedly,
you see, they swear that they saw him commit the murder
and being human.
The victim will pay anything rather than stand trial on
a charge that will make his very name loathsome.
It all fits in. If you believe in hypnotism.
The only possible explanation. Do
you think the hypnotist is that
woman with the blonde hair, the lustrious eyes,
the woman you invented.
I didn't invent her. I saw her.
Well, if you're talking about
that woman, my dear Watson
was with Sir George when he left Pembroke house, I saw her there. I shall see her again
and Williams will lead me to her.
That's why it's so important to keep him safe. He will identify her.
Hello?
Yes.
Inspector Brigham.
What
or get every constable in the district.
Yes, I'll be over at once.
What's happened home Williams is missing. Great
car. Come on,
Laurie crashed and breaks his car during the confusion.
Williams disappeared, escaped.
No, kidnapped to keep him from talking when he came to. You don't think that Mari
Mo
anything is possible.
Williams
dead.
You see
anything is possible?
Oh, good morning, Professor Moriarty.
You startled me.
I'm dressing another dolly. A
dear little nurse.
Is there anything wrong with your finger? Just a splinter,
nasty thing. Splinters. Most trying
one can't be too careful,
but I'll get it out for you.
I have the very instrument to help you
sharp enough to split a hair. Put those tools away until they're needed,
but they're not tools, sir. They're instruments, put them away.
Is Lydia in?
Yes.
But really you should let me
get dressed.
Holmes and Watson just at Baker Street for the
Mesmer Club, Mesmer
Club.
The meeting place of all the top hypnotists in London.
Do you suppose that Mr Holmes is onto our method?
If he suspects
it's merely a suspicion,
it's our business to see that it ends there.
I hope you're right.
William has passed away before he could talk. Remember,
what do you want me to do?
Go to the Mesmer Club, meet Holmes
and induce him to come back here.
Isn't that a bit dangerous?
Every meeting with Sherlock Holmes is potentially dangerous,
however, you say he didn't see your face at Pembroke House?
And how would you suggest I get Mr Holmes to accompany me here,
kidnap him? Oh, no,
Holmes has one weakness. His insatiable curiosity,
if you can arouse that you can lead him anywhere,
it's up to you to take advantage of any opportunity that may arise
this way. Please. Gentlemen,
I'll tell Doctor
Onslow that you're here.
This is the
Mesmer Club.
If you ask me, hypnotism is a lot of Mumbo jumbo. Oh, come now, Watson.
As a medical man, you must admit that hypnotism has its place in modern science.
That may be. But 90% of hypnotists are crooks of the worst kind.
Nothing more than a lot of Charlatans exploiting weak willed morons.
Uh
Dr
Anslow, I believe, uh happy to meet you, Mr Holmes. Uh your brother Miro
suggested I might be, have helped you.
He's a valued member of our little group of Charlatans and crooks. I
beg your pardon?
I didn't know you were listening
behind the cook,
my friend, Doctor Watson. Delighted.
I wonder now, you see,
we're in the midst of a little experimental session at this very moment if you'd
care to join us.
Certainly, very instructive. Oh, well, will you follow me? Thank you.
Those who were on the block
of
in treating his patients.
But today, the therapeutic value
of hypnotism as we now call it
is conceded by innumerable physicians,
especially is of value in surgical cases
where the administration of local or of general anesthetic is inadvisable,
inadvisable poppycock.
For the sake of latecomers.
I may say that I have placed this subject under profound hypnosis
in this condition. He can feel no pain
even under applications which normally would be excruciating, excruciating.
Excuse me, please,
Carter,
you are having a peaceful sleep. You feel nothing,
your arms and your hands are without sensation.
Mowbray. The long needle
Carter give me your right hand.
As you observe, the needle has been thrust completely through the subject's hand.
No feeling, no pain.
This lack of feeling is the one infallible test
of profound hypnosis nonsense fellows full of drugs.
Well, isn't he? Definitely not? Doctor?
Wake up, Carter. Wake up,
you feel well and rested. Remember no pain anywhere,
wake up, wake up.
I say, when are you gonna begin all through Carter? Stand up
this way, sir.
And uh
these are all the people that come here.
Oh
no,
no, no others keep dropping in all the time.
I suppose it's all right for those who believe in it.
But of course, I'm a professional man myself. Then you don't believe in hypnotism.
Doctor Watson, I don't deny that there are certain types of hysterical, feeble
minded people who go on if you point your finger at them.
But anyone with a, with an ounce of character, how right you are,
you see right through our little artifices, don't you right through my dear, sir?
Right through right. So,
but with the feeble minded as you say,
excuse us, Mr
Step over here, won't you?
Little right?
Let me show you how easily we Charlatans take advantage of them.
Now, sit down, doctor.
Now we set a thing like this in motion.
It's wonderful. The attraction on the feebleminded. Of course,
the continuous motion
if they just let themselves follow it,
of course, you could stare at it till doomsday. Doctor Watson
with no effect at all.
Still,
it might make you a little drowsy
like the white ribbon of road at night.
When you're driving,
the rhythm
is smooth,
unbroken
and the road goes on and on.
Round and round.
Always the same winding and winding
and you're drowsy,
you're tired. Let the road come into you as it were
the long road,
the smooth road,
the road to sleep,
sleep,
open your eyes.
Stand up.
Turn round
and now Doctor Watson,
you're on a holiday in Scotland.
The country is amazingly beautiful.
We're coming to a stream.
It isn't deep.
Better take your shoes and socks off.
Roll up your trouser.
Uh, that will do. The other leg is waterproof.
Turn around.
Mind in the Pebbles.
Sit down.
Wake up now.
Yeah, I see what I tell you. It didn't work with me. Why nobody was
an o of car.
I
think you'll need these.
I
love her Watson. She's here.
Oh, the woman you're looking for. Yes, I'm going to meet her.
Perhaps I can induce her to take me to Moriarty. Do you think it's wise old?
It may not be wise, but it's essential
after all. I've held me on with Moriarty in the past. But isn't it dangerous?
She might be a hypnotist. My will isn't stronger than hers.
I deserve to be hypnotized.
I feel I must protest Dr
Onslow.
I was told this was a gathering of serious students of a great science
and I find myself in a company of buffoons,
Elliot's and Es Dale Brain.
Were those men martyrs for the truth
that you may laugh over your childish, cruel tricks.
I must say I'm in complete agreement with you, madam.
This was the most unnecessary performance, Dr
Onslow. I beg your pardon, sir. My
name is Holmes Sherlock Holmes at your service madam.
Thank you, Mr Holmes.
I'm afraid I've created a rather embarrassing situation.
But you see, I'm interested in the serious study of hypnotism. So am I too?
Perhaps we have something in common, Mr Holmes, perhaps we have.
Do you join me for a cocktail at Pember car?
I should be delighted.
Good.
Thank you.
I didn't know there was such a pleasant place in London.
It was so nice of you to suggest our coming here.
I thought a little pick me up would do us good.
You mean you thought I looked ted I like the way you look. Thank you.
I suppose I did lose my head a little at the Mesmer Club.
But you see
hypnotism is almost a religion with me.
I know so well, what it can do to help and heal
and I can't bear to see it used for trivial purposes. I know very little about it.
That's when I went to the Mesmer Club.
You see,
I'm rather puzzled just now with the case that I'm working on.
How fascinating, tell me about it. It's the murder of Sir George Finnick
Fin.
Who is he
quite a well known figure?
Odd. Now, I come to think of it.
The last time I saw Sir George was here at Pembroke House.
Strange.
Yes. Isn't it?
You were sitting, um,
I believe you were sitting at this very table
cigarette.
Thanks. Do go on.
There was a charming lady with him.
He was a,
he was lighting a cigarette,
charming.
Did you see her face?
No, it's not
merely her back.
How unenterprising of you. Yes. Wasn't it
afraid? I'm getting a little older,
I shouldn't say so.
That's nice of you still
the first time in my life I've got hold of a case that's beyond me.
I'm actually losing sleep over it.
You know, Mr Holmes. I believe I could help you.
Really? I should be very grateful.
You're amused.
No,
really skeptical.
How would you go about
it?
I, you hypnotism more than once in healing,
not for profit. I'm not a professional,
but I do think I could help you
if you care to.
I can't think of a pleasanter experience
low lights, music. Is that all there is to it?
You must relax Mr Holmes. I'm afraid you're a rather difficult subject.
So I thought perhaps a little help
material. Medica might be advisable
drugs.
No, I'd rather not if you don't mind.
As a matter of fact, I'd rather not myself
but Trink
knotting. He practiced in Munich, you know,
believed it the best means, but difficult subjects.
Do you mind?
Well, as a matter of fact, I don't approve of sedatives
just as you wish.
We don't have to go on with this at all, you know.
Wait a minute,
wait a minute.
All right.
I'll take a chance.
It's really quite harmless.
What is it?
Cannabis? Janica
an oriental so prolific.
You need water.
Thank you.
I sit down Mr Holden.
You feel yourself growing drowsy,
don't fight it.
Give in to it
because you do want to sleep. You know,
just fix your eyes on this one white flower
floating on the water.
Empty your mind of every other source.
Follow the motion of the water.
So smooth,
not a ripple.
Waters of forgetfulness.
Steady
d
strong,
strange, isn't it?
How the light is reflected?
Little specks of light
that move
and move.
It's restful here.
It's peace.
It's friendly
and you're very close to finding what you're looking for.
You'll find them soon. Now,
the guilty ones
when you're rested,
gentle waters closing over you.
Steady
d
strong
drawing you down,
do
down
sleep.
Sly
sleep.
Here he is Professor Moriarty.
Stand up, Mister Holmes,
open your eyes,
face this way.
Are you satisfied?
We are dealing with a clever man. He may be shamming.
There's just one infallible test for profound hypnosis.
You ready? Doctor Seo,
that will do doctor.
He couldn't fake insensibility to the knife.
I congratulate you. Lydia.
Turn around Mr Holmes.
Now walk to the desk,
sit down,
take that pen
and write what I tell you to write.
I have at last found a case which I cannot solve.
I have outlived my usefulness.
Therefore, I have decided to end my life.
Sign your name.
Ok.
Now blotted,
fold it up
and put it in your pocket.
Come mister Sherlock Holmes,
go out onto the terrace
but it won't look like suicide, sir. I'm sorry.
But Mr holmes' injuries must all be self-inflicted.
Let's walk a little Mr Home.
It's so pleasant here in the garden.
Just step up here
on to the terrace. It's a nice broad terrace.
Now turn to the left and walks slowly to the end of the terrace.
Don't stop. You must walk to the end. You know,
the end leads to an open doorway. You can pass through it in perfect safety
in the room beyond the doorway. You'll find what you've been looking for.
Must you drag this on?
This is the moment I've been anticipating for a long time. My dear
go on Mr Holmes
through the open doorway.
You will find the man responsible for the finger
murders and the death of Sir George Kenny,
Professor Moriarty
Holmes
stands to
what a beautiful view. Watson. I'm quite enjoying it. No, you're not.
You're hypnotized.
You're under a spell
stand still. Don't move.
Cindy Holmes. Sandy. Does it stand perfectly still where you are nonsense. Watson.
You don't know what you're doing. Of course, I know what I'm doing.
You mean? You're not hypnotized? Certainly not.
And get off the wall. You idiot.
What were you doing out there
holding the fort until you arrived? What kept you?
Well, I ran into a spot of trouble on my way to Scotland Yard.
I was arrested for exceeding the speed limit. Your luck seems to hold Mr Holmes.
I'd hardly call it luck. Professor.
You see, I substituted a drug of my own for the one that this dear lady pressed on me.
You are clever. Aren't you
a drug that um,
although it leaves the subject conscious renders him quite insensitive to pain.
That accounted for my lack of reaction to Doctor
Sim's knife.
Well, Gregson quite an impressive hall.
Even inspector L'est
himself couldn't have done any better. Thanks, Mr Hall. Take him away. All right.
Put her in the van.
I was right, Mr Holmes. You are a difficult subject. Thank you.
And now professor,
our score is settled.
But of why, until I see you on the gallows,
the rope has not been made that will go around my head.
Come on,
I'll take care of things, Mr Hol, thank you, inspector. Come on
an evil man, Holmes. But what a horrible death better than he deserved.
What are you thinking of?
I'm thinking of all the women who can come and go in safety in the streets of London.
Tonight.
Stars keep watching the heavens
and in our own little way, we too old friend, a
privilege to watch over our city.