This is... Lord Waterbrook
By the way, my lord...
why are you holding the fork in the right hand and the knife in the left?
I find it more comfortable.
The Murder of Lord Waterbrook
in a film by Aleksandr Bubnov
Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson
Baker Street, 221b
It's a bullet!
Oh my gosh, Holmes!
It is assassination.
No, Watson, it is murder.
And so Watson, here's the window of our house. It has the hole left by the bullet.
Now look at this tree.
You see the broken branch.
Let us connect these two points with a dotted line,
and continue it.
Our result will be a third point, notably the window of the house across the street.
It was from there that the bullet came,
and it was there that the murder took place.
It's elementary, Watson.
I figured out that it was that house prior to the conclusion of your argument, Holmes.
Well now.
It seems that I underestimate you, my friend.
With what method?
There is a policeman in front of the house.
It seems that the police was already notified.
Excuse me, sir.
Good morning, constable.
I assume that Inspector Lestrade is already here.
And who are you?
This is the greatest detective of all times and nations, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
and I'm his friend, and assistant, Dr. Watson.
Don't you read books?
Why? I do...
this, uh, Guide to Policing, and...
No! Have you not read Conan Doyle, Sir?
Shameful, my little man. Well, so be it.
Here you are: a book with an autograph and... pictures.
Let's go, Holmes.
Calm down, everyone, calm down.
They can pass. They're from... Conan Doyle.
Look, Watson.
Let us continue our dotted line.
Here is the first casualty.
Are there several?
At least two.
I ascertained this from the bullet.
Your visit, sir... how should I explain it?
You will never again have to explain anything, my dear friend.
You are murdered.
I apologize, sir. I'm not used to it yet, sir.
Here is the bullet hole.
It seems that the bullet went right through the door.
And also the head of this poor gentleman, who chose an unlucky place to stand.
Observe, Watson.
You see?
This is Inspector Lestrade.
This is incredible, but how? How did you know?
Greetings.
You will not shake the hand of the inspector of Scotland Yard?
Watson, help me.
What nonsense, inspector! Here is my hand!
By the way, who was this village type whom you left on the porch?
Exactly. He did not want to let us pass.
Aah, Watson! You're here as well?
Then again, you're always together.
Well, gentlemen, come in.
Smith, you're free to go.
Yes, sir!
And call Sgt. Baskerville, with the dog.
Well, what would you say, Mr. Holmes?
The gun was from there?
Yes.
And they're all loaded.
Yorkshire Munitions Factory. Right... the musket is oiled.
Year 1712.
13.
Are there any fingerprints?
No! But this doesn't mean a thing.
The problem is that everyone in this house wears white gloves,
including the lady of the house.
He made a point of this. Maniacal cleanliness.
I do not doubt, inspector, that you already have a version of the events.
Absolutely.
Maybe you could relate it to us?
Well now... well now...
I think that everything was quite simple.
It is suicide, gentlemen!
A typical suicide.
Suicide? At breakfast-time?
The deceased was a nervous, unbalanced type.
This is confirmed by all members of the household.
He could've gone crazy over the smallest thing.
For example, a poorly-made steak.
But the steak is delicious - try it, Watson!
It's truly quite tasty.
Let me, gentlemen.
Inspector, how thoughtless!
You're not alone here.
Gentlemen, gentlemen. You already ate 3 pieces, and I only ate 2!
You're counting pieces? Shameful, inspector.
Hmm, right.
And do you have your own version?
I would like to speak with the members of the household.
These are the members of the household. There are four of them.
The wife of the deceased, Lady Waterbrook,
his personal chauffeur
the young cleaning lady with the huge bust
and finally, the Chinese cook.
I apologize, my lady, for disturbing you once again.
Mr. Holmes would like to ask you a few questions.
My lady, please accept my condolences.
Just as I thought!
Well, now everything is absolutely clear.
The Lord seduced the girl...
Whaaat?
Quiet, you're dead.
Seduced the girl,
promised her mountains of gold,
possibly promised to divorce his lady and marry her.
But when she got pregnant, he got scared and renounced his promises.
Then, the poor victim decided to have revenge.
This morning, you came into his parlour.
It's elementary, Watson.
Is that not what happened, Mary?
Watson, help!
Hot water and clean sheets, quick!
A boy!
He's...
...Chinese!
Fun Lin, I'm ashamed of you.
Hmm, right. And what a good version that was...
something's amiss.
Actually...
the Lord seduces the girl,
in her despair, wishing to conceal the shame,
she hooks up with the Chinese cook,
apparently intending to marry him.
But he, upon finding that she was already deflowered,
began to despise his master, and decided to kill him!
This is not typical.
This is not typical of cooks.
Usually the cook attempts to poison.
I did just that!
I poisoned the master!
I made a poisoned steak!
What kind of poison?
How much time do we have left?
-I made a poisoned steak! -What type of poison was it?
-How much time do we have left?
I put the poison in the sauce!
What?
I put the poison in the sauce.
The sauce we did not eat.
Fun Lin, Fun Lin...
what a maggot you are.
Quiet, stiff.
If the Chinese cook used poison...
then he didn't shoot!
Who shot?
Have you considered the thought that the killer...
could be the lackey?
Well, yes! That one, behind the door.
But you're forgetting, Watson, that he himself, in some fashion,
is dead.
He could've shot the Lord in the temple,
the ran forward, and stood in front of the bullet.
But... why?
To give himself an alibi.
Hold on, Watson.
There was some detail that I forgot.
Some fragment!
Something that I missed, some thing that I missed... but what?!
Watson, we're returning home!
I need to think.
All the best, inspector.
Here it is!
I remember! The missing piece!
I will assert that you have intimate relations with the personal chauffeur of the deceased.
Whaaat?
How dare you?!
The smell of car oil on your skin.
Hmm, right.
Furthermore,
I shall assert that this man is an illegitimate brother of the Lord, trying to obtain his inheritance.
Now remove from him his mustache, glasses and hat!
Henry! And I wondered: why do you smell so much of oil when you come into the bedroom?
That's it!
Enough from me!
After all that I've found out,
I have the full right to once again shoot myself!
So it was, after all, a suicide?
Precisely! And precisely because of the detestable steak!
But now I have a real, serious reason to do this!
Goodbye, Emma!
Sgt. Baskerville with the police dog, sir!
The Murder of Lord Waterbrook
The Suicide of Lord Waterbrook
I knew from the very beginning that it was a suicide,
and all of my versions were only designed for the purpose of making him confess to this.
These dead people are so stubborn.
Screenplay + director: Aleksandr Bubnov
Art directors: Aleksandr Bubnov, Zoya Trofimova, Irina Kovtun
Composer: Valentin Vasenkov
Animators: A. Bubnov, Yu. Borisenko, M. Laptev, Yevgeniy Alekhin, A. Lavrenishin
Voice actors:
Alexei Koltan: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Inspector Lestrade, Lord Waterbrook,
and: Chinese cook, Sgt. Baskerville, policemen, lackey, narrator
Lyudmila Ilyina: Lady Waterbrook
Sound operator: Vladimir Golounin (Studio "MIDI-CINEMA")
Voice recording: Film company "Eagle" (Oryol)
Voice prerecording: A. Korinskiy (Studio "White Sound"-BELYY ZVUK)
Sound editing: T. Tikhonova, L. Magergut, Ye. Zhebchuk (Studio "MIDI-CINEMA")
Casting: Ye. Gabets
Rendering: A. Zolotov (Studio "MASTER-FILM")
R. Smorodin (Studio "MELNITSA")
Special thanks:
Aleksandr Boyarsky and "Melnitsa" Studio
D. Naumov, V. Naumov, Yu. Cherenkov D. Vysotskiy, A. Sikorskiy
Separate thanks:
Konstantin Bronzit for help with editing and sound
The musical theme "Sherlock Holmes" by composer Ye. Galperin is used in the film.
Production director: N. Latysheva
Producers: Aleksandr Gerasimov, Vyacheslav Mayasov
The film was made with the support of the Federal Agency of Culture and Cinema
The End
Subtitles by Niffiwan
©NO Fund of social-cultural programs "Guberniya", 2005.