Film Story: Detective Sherlock Holmes and his stalwart partner Watson engage in a battle of wits and brawn with a nemesis whose plot is a threat to all of England. Download Links Hindi::- 720p Download (831 MB).
: You've never complained about my methods before.: I'm not complaining.: You're not? What do you call this?: I never complain! How am I complaining?
When do I ever complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning, or your mess, your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?: Uh, we have a barter system.: When have I ever complained about you setting fire to my rooms?: Our rooms.: The rooms! Or, or, the fact that you experiment on my dog?: Our dog.: The dog!: Gladstone is our dog! : You've been in this room for two weeks, I insist you have to get out.: There is absolutely nothing of interest to me, out there, on Earth, at all.: So you're free this evening?: Absolutely.: Dinner?: Wonderful.: The Royale?: My favorite.: Mary's coming.: Not available.: You're meeting her, Holmes!: Have you proposed yet?: No, I haven't found the right ring.: Then it's not official.: It's happening. Whether you like it or not, 8:30, the Royale.
Wear a jacket!:.You. wear a jacket. in a bare-knuckle boxing match, Holmes sees Irene and tries to forfeit and leave: That's it, big man. You've won, congratulations.: Oi, we ain't done yet! He spits at the back of Holmes's head. Holmes stops: voice-over This mustn't register on an emotional level. in slow motion: First, distract target.
Holmes flicks a handerchief in front of his opponent's face: Then block his blind jab, counter with cross to left cheek. Holmes claps his hands over his opponent's ears: Dazed, will attempt wild haymaker. Employ elbow block, and body shot. Block feral left, weaken right jaw, now fracture.
a cross to the jaw fractures the bone: Break cracked ribs, traumatize solar plexus, dislocate jaw entirely. Two more body blows, and a right hook to the jaw hinge: Heel kick to diaphragm. Holmes finishes with a heel kick to his opponent's chest, sending him crashing out of the ring: In summary: ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm haemmorraging. Physical recovery: six weeks. Full psychological recovery: six months. Capacity to spit at back of head: neutralized.
Back in real time, Holmes picks up the handkerchief, as though wiping the back of his neck, then does all of the foregoing in about six seconds, and kicks McMurdo out of the ring. Holmes, apologies for summoning you like this. I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you are, and who I am.: As to where I am, I was, admittedly, lost for a moment, between Charing Cross and Holborn, but I was saved by the bread shop on Saffron Hill. The only baker to use a certain French glaze on their loaves - a Brittany sage.
After that, the carriage forked left, then right, and then the tell-tale bump at the Fleet Conduit. And as to who you are, that took every ounce of my not-inconsiderable experience. The letters on your desk were addressed to a Sir Thomas Rotherham. Lord Chief Justice, that would be the official title.
Who you.really. are is, of course, another matter entirely.
Judging by the sacred ox on your ring, you're the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders in whose headquarters we now sit, located on the northwest corner of St. James Square, I think. As to the mystery, the only mystery is why you bothered to blindfold me at all.: recovering as best he can Yes, well. Standard procedure, I suppose.
Watson and Mary enter Baker Street to find Holmes hanging from a noose: Don't worry, dear. Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far too fond of himself for that. pokes Holmes sharply: Holmes!: wakes up Oh, good afternoon. I was attempting to determine the means by which Blackwood survived his execution - clearing your good name, as it were - but it had a surprisingly soporific effect, and I found myself carried off into the arms of Morpheus like a caterpillar in a cocoon. to Mary: Good afternoon, dear.: Get on with it, Holmes.: Well, cleverly concealed in the hangman's knot was a hook.
Oh, my, I think my legs have fallen asleep. I should probably come down.: John, shouldn't we help him down?: No, no, I hate to cut him off mid-stream. Carry on.: Well, the executioner attached it to a harness which allowed the weight to be distributed around the waist and the neck to remain intact. Oh, lord, I can't feel my cheeks. Might we continue this at ground level?: How did you manage it, Holmes?: I managed it with braces, belts and a coat-hook. Please, Watson, my tongue is going, soon I'll be of no use to you at all.: Worse things could happen.
: What of Mary?: M for Mary. For marriage. Oh, you will be married!: nodding his head slowly Go on.: looking intensely at Watson's palm Oh, I see pattern tablecloth. Oh, china figurines. Lace doilies!: pretending to be deep in thought Mmm. Doilies!: Lace. Does your depravity know no bounds?: No!: continuing her prophecies about Mary Oh, then she turns fat and, ugh, she has a beard and.: What of the warts?: Ah, she's covered in warts!: interrupting the palm reader Enough, enough!: Are they extensive?: Please, enough!
Lestrade brings Holmes, handcuffed, before the Home Secretary, Lord Coward: Excuse me, my lord. I know it's unorthodox, but Mr.
Holmes here has been making some serious accusations about you. Lestrade lifts his lapel, showing a membership pin from the Temple of the Four Orders.and the Order, sir.: I see.: Well, at least that solves the great mystery of how you became Inspector.
Lestrade turns and punches Holmes in the stomach: Begging your pardon, my lord, but I've been wanting to do that for a long time.