A Study in Terror Page #2

Wait here, cabbie. Right, sir.

This way, gentlemen.

His grace will be with you

in a moment. Thank you.

To what do I owe the dubious

pleasure of this visit?

No doubt you will recognise

this coat of arms, your grace.

Where did you get this? I believe

it to have come from a Whitechapel

pawnshop. Pawnshop.

No more than I predicted for him.

For whom, sir? My elder son Michael.

Do you know his present address?

He is dead.

Oh. Of what accident?

Disobedience. From the day he left,

against my wishes, he has been dead.

You mean disowned.

Was he a doctor, your grace?

No, but that was

his ridiculous ambition.

The medical profession

is honourable.

To a certain class - not to one of

the Osborne family, a man who would

have become the 10th Duke of Shires.

- Any trade must be dishonourable.

- A TRADE, sir?!

- The servants will show you out.

Pompous ass!

Trade, indeed!

Did not Burke's Peerage say there

were two sons? Yes. Give me that.

How clumsy of me!

Allow me.

This belongs to Michael!

Where is he?

I'm afraid I don't know, Lord...

Lord Carfax. Sherlock Holmes.

My colleague, Dr Watson.

Why have you got

my brother's instruments?

They came into my possession in a

singular fashion. Your father...

My father is still very bitter.

When did you last see your brother?

Two years ago. He went to study in

Paris. These were my gift to him.

He wrote a couple of times, then...

You tried to trace him? I went to

Paris but he'd left and returned to

England. And you've heard nothing?

No. ..No.

Or seen him? Of course not.

Thank you. Good day, Lord Carfax.

Come, Watson. May I?

Good day.

Whitechapel, cabbie. Yes, sir.

Why Whitechapel?

To find the pawnshop.

The instruments were sent after

the murder of the third prostitute.

A woman wishes to interest me in

the crimes. I find that provocative.

Oi!

CHILDREN SHOUT:

Give us a penny, Mister!

COINS CLINK:

Here.

A narrow street facing south.

Observe, Watson - a foreign name.

Uncanny.

BELL TINKLES:

Gentlemen, can I help you?

I want information on an article

you had in your possession.

No, I don't think...

Come, Mr Beck.

Your face reacts faster

than your brain. You remember.

I would like

to know who pawned this.

Who are you, to demand information?

Sherlock Holmes.

Who pledged this case?

The pawn ticket number was 872.

Well...

The name given to me was...Osborne.

Osborne? That's the name that...

Angela Osborne.

Did the lady leave an address?

"Lady"! Two years ago. Yes.

The Montague Street Hostel. It's

a soup kitchen run by Dr Murray.

When did you sell this case?

A few days ago. Yes, yes.

It was last Saturday.

Ah - the night of the...

Of what, sir?

To whom did you sell it?

A man. I never saw him before.

Was the missing instrument here

when you sold it? I think so.

You are sure?

Of course!

I have reason to assume

a connection between this

and your local murders.

Murders? You don't think I have...?

That's slander. Talk like that

can get you sued.

No, sir. It can get YOU hanged!

Accessory before the fact.

Supplying a weapon for murder.

A very good day to you, sir.

BELL TINKLES:

Holmes! Where are you rushing to? To

examine the body of Annie Chapman.

The dead girl? Why?

To confirm that the instrument used

was a surgeon's scalpel.

Give us a penny!

Lestrade! Mr Holmes -

what are you doing here?

The Inspector will help us through

officialdom. Hmm. What do you want?

To look at Miss Chapman's body.

Out of the question.

I will not argue. I hoped to help

prevent the fourth murder. Watson.

Just a moment. What makes you think

he'll do it again? I think he will,

Lestrade. I think he will.

Oh. All right.

May I?

My God! Could a human being

have done this?

You see, Watson. Hmm.

We are right in assuming

that two weapons were used?

That's correct, Mr Holmes.

A long, bayonet-type knife and a

sharper, more meticulous instrument.

A razor, or perhaps

a surgeon's scalpel?

A scalpel would be more probable.

I agree. You know my name, although

I do not believe we have met.

I heard your lecture to the Royal

Society on forensic medicine.

Brilliant. My name is Murray.

Dr Murray.

You run a soup kitchen nearby.

A hostel for the destitute. There's

plenty of them in Whitechapel.

I also overwork as a police surgeon.

Did you say a bayonet?

I think so.

Without a doubt. ..I was

a military surgeon in Afghanistan.

Oh, aye.

The idea of a bayonet appeals

to you. It narrows things down.

Soldiers have bayonets, don't they?

Plenty of soldiers come down to

Whitechapel for fun with the girls.

I would hardly refer to this as fun.

Before you arrest the entire

garrison of the Tower of London,

remember a scalpel was also used.

You can't arrest all the doctors.

Discount the military theory. Why?

The killer would be

covered in blood.

A soldier would be detected at once.

No - look for someone living alone

close to the scene of the murders,

who can either return home quickly,

or hide his outer clothes safely.

Prepare yourself for more murders.

You keep saying that!

There is no motive for the murders

so there is no reason to stop.

That is only conjecture.

All circumstantial evidence

is conjecture. It is often right.

Mr Holmes is usually right.

Someone should have sent for us.

Someone has - the woman

who sent the case.

Why isn't she in the open?

She uses a woman's art -

intrigues us to Whitechapel.

There is a small service

I would like you to do for me. Yes?

Visit Murray's hostel to see Angela

Osborne. They will say she is not

there. Say she is. Create a scene.

Create a scene? What do I do then?

Then, Watson, you leave, of course.

# Guide me, O thou great Redeemer

# Pilgrim through this barren land

# I am weak but thou art mighty

# Hold me with thy powerful hand

# Bread of heaven

# Bread of heaven

# Feed me now and evermore

# Feed me now and evermore. #

You have to sing

for your supper here.

# ..the verge of Jordan

# Bid my anxious fears subside... #

Be told, mate. If you don't sing,

they don't give you no grub.

# ..and hell's destruction

# Lead me safe on Canaan's side... #

Go on!

If you don't know the words,

make a noise.

# ..Songs of praises

# I will ever give to thee

Give to thee

# I will ever give to thee. Amen. #

You won't get no soup.

I did not come

to partake of the soup.

God has sent you down his manna!

We'll fit you in somewhere.

Will you please stop this

unwarranted interest in my diet!

I do not want any soup!

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm sure you can.

..Sorry. My name is Watson.

Dr John Watson of Baker Street.

I am looking for a woman

who is staying here.

Her name is Angela Osborne.

There's no-one of that name here.

She IS here.

I am certain of it.

You'd better speak

to my uncle. Mary!

This way.

Hello, Watson!

What are you doing here?

Come to help us? Good!

Dr Watson is looking for someone

called Angela Osborne.

I said I've never heard of her.

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