ready to die, if
only I would die with him.
But that was not something
I had in my plans.
Suddenly I realized that It was
too soon of me to think him
noble. The professor
was not alone.
A gunman appeared from
behind the cliff.
I had to stick close
to Moriarty,
to avoid being shot.
I knew that as long as the two
of us hold together,
he wasn't going to fire
the shot.
To make him believe
that I fell,
I had to sacrifice my
one hand.
Later it required serious
medical attention.
But the other was unharmed.
This way I already knew one
of Moriarty's confederates.
My death at that point was
not a good idea.
But then again it was too
dangerous to resurrect too soon.
If at least one of Moriarty's
gang-member was at large,
who could guarantee, there
were not more,
and that one of them wouldn't
see me alive.
I had to sit out in
the canyon
and see the anguish of
Steiler Junior
and your tears, my dear
friend.
It didn't make sense to
go to the police.
I had no witnesses.
I couldn't kill him according
to the law of vengeance!
Besides, you already know,
my friend,
that we are not too good
at being criminals.
All I could do was wait.
I watched Moran closely,
sure that his criminal nature
would eventually find its way.
The murder of Ronald Adair
was the signal for me.
It was my fault.
No, Watson, we are
both to blame.
Every decent sleuth,
no, every decent man
must have a feeling of
guilt
every time a criminal succeeds
in his evil undertakings.
This feeling of guilt must
give us new strength
to fight this evil.
That is why I'm here,
and you are with me,
my friend.
You know, Mrs. Hudson wanted
to make this place your museum.
A museum?
It's too early for that.
You know how big my
card-index is?
We have only finished
with "M". What's next?
- The letter "N".
- The most mysterious letter.
Lady "Not known"!
Mister Holmes!
There's a lady to see you!
Screenplay:
Vladimir Valutsky
Director:
Igor Maslennikov
D.O.P.:
Yuri Veksler
Anatoly Lapshov
Production designer:
Mark Kaplan
Music by:
Vladimir Dashkevich