Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green
- Year:
- 1945
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I won't forget
that morning.
Not if I live to be 100.
I counted the men as they
marched out of the Yard.
They'd hardly
slept for weeks.
We at the CID had
slept even less.
For the nightmare
that kept us awake
was all the
same nightmare.
That's why we
weren't surprised
when the Commissioner
had asked us up to
the conference room
for a bit of a talk.
He would 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.
The Chief will be in
enough of a temper
without having
a ruddy blast
down the back of his neck!
Gentlemen.
The Commissioner.
Stuffy in here.
Be 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 achievement
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're confronted
with a series of
the most atrocious murders
since Jack the Ripper.
And in the meantime.
playing at (unintelligible)
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
and mutilates afterwards.
part of his victim's 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 a fourth victim
with your arms folded.
Well. We hadn't
long to wait.
It was down
Lamberth 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.
He saw her go
down the stairway
to the basement
lodging where she lived.
I can only surmise
So I put my
pride in my pocket
and went to see the man
Inspector Lestrade
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 every one
with the right
forefinger hacked off.
Not hacked.
Inspector Gregson.
Cleanly. Expertly severed.
The work of a
skilled surgeon.
That's our only clue.
Much about the age
of my sister's girl.
Is there no way of
stopping this Mr. Holmes?
Yes. There's
a way somehow.
A fiend did this.
I promise. I promise.
We've nothing go on.
That's the
rotten part of it.
We can't get far
without knowing
the motive.
Well. At least we know
what the motives were not.
It wasn't robbery nor
passion. Nor vengeance.
Because they
all came at totally
unrelated families.
Steady Inspector. Steady.
Sorry. Mr. Holmes.
I don't turn a hair
when it's a bloke that
can protect himself.
But a little slip
of a thing like that.
Yes. It's horrible.
Come on.
Let's get a drink.
Good evening.
Mr. Holmes.
Good evening. Vincent.
Whiskey and soda. Please.
And a double for my friend
here. Inspector Gregson.
There you go. Sir.
Make mine Irish.
It's noble to give
me a hand on this
thing. Mr. Holmes.
Always a pleasure to
be of help to Scotland
Yard. Inspector.
A little out of my line.
looking for a maniac
that murders just for
the fun of the hunt.
Or perhaps just to
get a human finger.
In all four cases.
The murderer
risks capture.
By stopping to
secure a finger.
And what for?
Who knows?
He's just a madman.
Perhaps there's a
method in his madness.
If we could just trace
those missing fingers.
If?
If we could just drain
the English Channel.
We might find a penny.
Oh. Thank you.
You may keep
those. Mr. Holmes.
Thank you.
Sir 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.
How very quaint of you.
Shall we go?
Yes.
What are you looking
at. Mr. Holmes?
Looking at a very
handsome woman.
Not born 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?
taking Sir George Fenwick?
Don't be so
naive. Mr. Holmes.
Good evening. Mum.
Hello. Crandon.
Any messages?
No. Mum.
Thank you.
Uh. Drinks. Crandon...
one of your
nice surprises.
Yes. Mum.
I say. you
don't mean that...
Crandon's a marvel.
Aren't you Crandon?
Yes. Mum.
You wouldn't believe
the things she can do.
Hmm.
Ah. Charming
place. Delightful.
Really. 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. Crandon.
And lower the lights
a little as you leave.
I prefer a more
flattering light.
In any light. you'd 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.
And she thinks that we...
But 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 played too long.
You've played with wooden
soldiers. I suppose?
Funny. Hadn't thought
of that for years.
Toy boats were
my special joy.
Anything I could
set afloat anywhere.
Like this. And this.
the never-never land.
The 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.
Oh?
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 at the other
side of that door
at the foot of 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 ask me
a homicidal maniac.
No. 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.
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