rushed in, barked out
something unintelligible,
threw an envelope at me
and ran away.
- Where's the envelope?
- It's in the hall.
I think there's a bomb
in there.
I've long given up Mr. Нolmes
as hopeless. But you, doctor!
A lady! A true lady in
everything she does.
Тhis is what I asked her for.
And she sent it with
god knows who.
What a woman!
What self-possession!
What common sense!
- Some kind of hieroglyphs.
- Тhat's wonderful, Watson.
We will have to decipher
them.
And let all British
Egyptologists be envious of me!
Scriptwriter:
Vladimir Valutsky
Director:
Igor Maslennikov
D.O.P.: Yuri Veksler,
Anatoly Lapshov
Production designer:
Mark Kaplan
Music composed by:
Vladimir Dashkevich
End of Part One
In Part Тwo
Famous detective Sherlock Нolmes
and his friend doctor Watson
experience the power and
insidious nature
of the man, whose identity is
concealed behind the letter ''M''.
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THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK
HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON
PART ONE
THE MASTER BLACKMAILER
Based on stories by
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
Starring:
Vassily LIVANOV
Vitaly SOLOMIN
Rina ZELENAYA
Cast:
Valentina Panina
Borislav Brondukov
Boris Ryzhukhin
Boris Klyuev
Anatoly Podshivalov
and others
There's one question that
worries me.
It is extremely important,
if I venture to write about
this case.
How did you know he was
poisoned?
Rack of lamb in garlic sauce.
- What lamb?
- In garlic sauce.
That night for dinner
he had lamb in garlic sauce.
I don't understand. What
has lamb got to do with it?
Elementary, Watson. Opium
powder has a specific taste.
Opium powder!
Garlic sauce is a good means to
conceal the odor of opium.
Watson!
There's a very odd death.
Hear this.
Yesterday lord Christopher
Hacksley died suddenly
in his family castle
at age 42.
Death was caused by
heart failure.
The inconsolable widow
found her deceased husband in
his study.
But why do you find that odd?
It's the suddenness, Watson.
A maintenance man came by.
That means, something
needed fixing.
I was right.
These are his footprints, right
next to the gas-bracket.
Where's Mrs. Hudson?
- Mrs. Hudson!
- Morning, gentlemen.
I'm glad to see you healthy
and in good spirits.
Breakfast will be ready in half
an hour.
We owe you 2.5 shillings
for fixing the gas-bracket.
One and a half, Mr. Holmes.
Judging by the time he spent
here,
he earned his honest 2 and
a half shillings.
He was too garrulous.
You think so? I think he was
just a jovial fellow.
Look at the funny faces
he drew on the dusty top
of my secretaire.
This dust, Mr. Holmes, is all
your responsibility.
Why, you won't allow me to
clean your room.
Therefore there's dust all
over the place.
Mrs. Hudson!
If I could, I'd prohibit
cleaning altogether.
To everyone, everywhere,
and at all times!
Your cleaning up,
Mrs. Hudson,
is like chopping off hieroglyphs
off Egyptian stones.
After that Egyptologists would
have nothing else to do.
They would have to deal with
absolutely bare smooth stones,
without a trace of information.
A letter?
Is lies there since last night.
Since yesterday morning, if you
didn't touch the newspapers.
I've come to the conclusion
that you owe your observation
and the rare ability to
construct a chain of deductions
to systematic training
exercises.
You perfect your deduction
method every minute.
I think it is more of a
hereditary thing.
- Were there sleuths in your
family? - No.
My grandmother was the sister
of the French artist Vernier.
You know, Watson, if there's
aristocratism in your blood,
at times it takes on the most
unusual forms.
Why do you think you inherited
this quality?
My brother Mycroft has the same
talent, only developed to a far
greater degree of perfection.
This letter is from him.
At times you shock me with
your arrogance,
and at times - with excessive
modesty.