The Seven-Per-Cent Solution
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 113 min
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It was October 24 in the year 1891,
that I heard for the first time
in four months
from my friend Sherlock Holmes.
On this particular day, a telegram
from his landlady, Miss Hudson,
had been delivered to my surgery,
imploring me to return
to my former rooms without delay.
Oh, Dr. Watson,
thank heavens you've come!
I'm at my wits' end!
Why? What has happened?
Since you left us,
these last few months,
he's been very strange.
He's barricaded himself up there,
he won't take his food,
I think he's taking...
Mrs. Hudson! I know there's someone
down there with you!
I heard the cab stop before the door.
- He keeps babbling on about some...
- Mrs. Hudson!
If that gentleman answer
to the name Moriarty,
you may show him up
and I will deal with him!
- I better go to him.
- Oh, be careful!
Moriarty...
was a name
I'd only known him to mutter
when in the thrall
of one of his cocaine injections.
- Is that you, Moriarty?
- It is I, Watson.
Watson?
You see it is I.
- Holmes, let me enter.
- Not so fast.
You may be Moriarty in disguise.
- Prove you are Watson.
- How on Earth am I to do that?
Tell me where I keep my tobacco.
Tobacco?
Well, as a rule, it's in the toe
of your Persian slipper.
Holmes!
Very well.
I'm satisfied.
I assure you, my dear fellow,
What is it?
Have you ever heard
of Professor Moriarty?
You have! You must have!
I can see it in your face!
Holmes, I assure you...
Very well... very well.
But you see how it adds
to the genius of the thing!
That man pervades London,
the western world, even,
and no one has ever heard of him!
That man is my nemesis, Watson.
My evil genius.
Tea?
Thank you, yes.
Sit down, my dear fellow, sit down.
How have you been otherwise, Holmes?
Never better.
It's almost spring,
have you noticed?
With all this rain and fog,
you'd never think it.
For years past, Watson,
I've been continually conscious
of some power behind the malefactor.
Some deep, organizing power
which guides and inspires
crimes of the most varying sort...
Here you are.
Thank you very much.
Yes, it is rather wet weather.
I was saying it yesterday to Mary...
He's the Napoleon of crime, Watson!
He's the organizer
of half that is evil
and nearly all that's undetected
in this great city,
in the annual of contemporary crime.
You see, he's a genius.
He's a philosopher.
An abstract thinker.
He sits, motionless like a spider
in the center of his web.
But that web has a thousand radiations.
And he knows well
each and every quiver of them.
Oh, his agent may be caught,
but he...
He is never so much as suspected!
Until now, that is.
Until I...
his archenemy...
managed to deduce his existence
and penetrate his perimeters.
And now, his minions,
having discovered my success,
are on my track.
On my... on my track...
they are on my track!
But, Holmes,
What do you propose to do?
Do?
Well, for the moment
Nap?
It would cast an unworthy shadow
on a great man's memory,
for me to detail what effects
this horrible drug
had produced upon his faculties.
I returned home grappling with
Holmes' fantasies concerning Moriarty
when I discovered a gentleman
answering to that name
in my consulting room.
Oh! You startled me.
Dr. Watson, is it?
Professor Moriarty.
To what do I owe the honor
of this late visit?
Oh, I apologize for the hour,
but I wish to be discreet.
My business is urgent.
- Here...
- Thank you.
I... I come to you sir,
because I know
from your published accounts
that you are Mr. Sherlock Holmes'
most intimate acquaintance.
I enjoy that distinction, yes.
Then perhaps you could help me
to avert a scandal.
Doctor...
Your friend is...
well...
persecuting me
is the only way I can put it.
Persecuting you?
I don't know how else to say it.
dogs my steps,
waits for me
outside the Roylot School.
I... I'm a teacher in mathematics.
And- Oh, yes!
And he... he sends me these.
"Moriarty, your days are numbered".
That sort of thing.
Doctor, Mr. Holmes is convinced
that I am some sort of...
criminal mastermind
of the most depraved order.
Oh, I know he is a great
and a good man.
All England resounds with his praise.
But in my case,
he fosters a ghastly illusion,
and I've come to you as his friend,
rather than turning the matter
over to my solicitor.
No, no, no,
that'll not be necessary.
My friend is not in health, that is all.
You see, had you known him
when he was in full possession
of his faculties...
Oh, but I did.
- But how?
- I knew both the boys,
Sherlock and his brother Mycroft.
I was their tutor
at Squire Holmes' state in Sussex.
Brilliant lads they were!
Oh, the Holmes brothers.
I should've liked to go on, but...
then came... the tragedy.
Tragedy?
What tragedy?
You mean you...
you don't know?
I assure you Holmes has never spoken
of his family or his early life.
I've met his brother, of course.
He lives at his club in Pall Mall.
Oh well, if Master Sherlock
hasn't told you,
then I fail to be- see that I
should be the one to divulge...
- Professor...
- Oh, no, no, no!
I cannot, will not be indiscreet
in this matter.
I only came to you because...
I needed so badly your help
to end this most embarrassing thing.
Good evening, Doctor.
My dear John, what is to be done?
Only one thing, Mary...
Thank you, Jenny.
Holmes, must be weaned
of his cocaine addiction.
There is only one man in Europe
who is in a position to help us.
A doctor in Vienna,
he wrote this article in The Lancet.
I've cabled him regarding Holmes.
He's replied to my cable,
and he agrees to help,
provided we can get him to Vienna.
Vienna?
He will never go there.
You know he does not like
to leave London.
He says it generates an unhealthy
excitement in the criminal classes
- when they learn he's abroad.
- True.
But, we shall provide him
with an incentive he can't resist.
A false trail convincing him that
Moriarty has fled to the continent.
I know how Holmes thinks, you see.
I've sorted it all out.
Of course you have.
Would you please tell Mr. Holmes
to be silent?
I did not know Mycroft Holmes well.
I remember being astonished
when, after seven years,
Holmes informed me of his existence.
Beyond the fact that both brothers
were brilliant, however,
the similarity ended.
Mycroft Holmes preferred to live out
an eccentric bachelorhood
circumscribed by the walls
of his club,
beyond whose confines
he was rarely known to venture.
Dr. Watson, is it?
Indeed I am, sir.
I have not seen you
since that unhappy affair
of the Greek interpreter.
Mr. Holmes.
Tell me, what urgent business
have you that concerns my brother?
What's happened to him?
How do you know
anything has happened to him?
I've not seen you these three years,
and then it was in the company
of Sherlock,
whose doings I know you chronicle.
Suddenly you pay me a visit at a time
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