I'm not saying the uniform don't suit you, Miss Cushing.
But it is nice to see you out of it.
Sarah!
You must be the other Miss Cushing.
Isn't this a happy day then, eh,
for all three of you.
Yes' yes it is,
of course it is.
Just coming!
Body snatchers strike in north London.
Are we dealing with a modern version
of Burke and Hare?
Well, sadly, the anatomy schools
don't need the help of body snatchers
at this time of the year.
They are well stocked
with corpses from the poorhouses.
What do you think then?
I don't know.
Some outlandish cult perhaps.
Have you been consulted on the subject Holmes?
Come on in, Hawkins!
Aha Hawkins.
Make yourself at home.
Have a cup of coffee.
Thank you.
Have you brought those descriptions?
Yes, yes I have...
Bodies so far exhumed,
Albert Cotter, forty eight.
Fish Porter of Shadwell.
Heart disease.
Martin Rubery, fifty four.
Cirrhosis of the liver.
We don't know much about him,
except it was thought he was
an amateur pugilist of some sort in his youth.
Jimmy King, thirty nine.
Covent Garden Porter.
Cerebral hemorrhage
You will continue your researches?
If you say so, Mr. Holmes.
I do say so.
And keep your eye on the premises
of a certain Murdoch Gull.
Yes?
Murdoch, do you think?
He's the fence for anything out of the ordinary?
He could be our man.
One more thing, Mr. Holmes.
The men and I would be very honored
if you'd drop by Christmas Eve.
We try to get a bit festive at Christmas,
and we like to invite a few guests.
Christmas.
Mary?
There.
It's a start.
Mrs Hudson.
Mr Holmes?
How am I supposed to
think up yet another present for Watson?
I mean, every year you inflict this agony on me.
It's quite simple, Mr Holmes, you go to Gamages.
Gamages?
Yes, it's in Holborn, a departmental store.
The people's Emporium.
You will be quite spoilt for ideas.
Gamages.
Mrs. Hudson!
How dare you take my aspidistra.
I do dare.
Afternoon, Miss Cushing.
Season's Greetings, eh?
Good afternoon, Wilkinson.
Looks like we're in for a bit more snow before long.
I do hope not.
What is this Monsieur Jacottet?
Ah, Madame Susan.
Our arrangement
is that you may sit by the parlor fire after dinner.
Otherwise, I'd be obliged,
when you are in the house,
if you would keep to your room.
Your sister Sarah, gave me permission, Madame.
This is my house,
not my sister's.
Even if she said it, which I doubt.
You doubt my word?
I would be most surprised
if my sister gave the run of the kitchen to my lodger.
You would be surprised what your sister gives.
Very surprised.
I think I would be obliged
if you left the kitchen now, Monsieur.
I don't think you hear what I'm saying?
Susan!
Marcel.
Oh Susan,
It has worked.
They have made me warden at the mission.
Now you ask her what she gave me.
Did you give Monsieur Jacottet
permission to help himself in here,
in the kitchen?
I believe I did, once.
I didn't realize he'd...
Ask her.
What do you mean, what's going on?
Ask her!
You English are such hypocrites.
Now you tell her what you gave me.
What?
What is all this about?
Will someone please tell me what's going...
I see.
Very well,
you are warden now.
Go and live there then.
You'll have quarters at the mission.
Go there.
I don't want you under my roof.
Go.
I won't have you here.
I won't.
And as for you Monsieur,
you will leave my house immediately.
Immediately.
Or I will call the police.
Your belongings will be packed
and left at the tradesmen's entrance
for your collection.
How dare you!
You sound exactly like mother.
And what if I do?
I thought I'd heard the last of that sort of thing
when she died.
How dare you talk about mother like that?
It's just as well I am like her.
I don't know what would happen to this family otherwise.
Oh, you hold us all together do you.
How splendid you are.
Do you realize that Mary has gone away
without telling anyone?
Good.
She's showing some spirit at last.
You call that good?
Sometimes I think you're not just feckless,
I think you're deliberately irresponsible.
Mary is a married woman.
Well, no thanks to you.
You stood in her way to the last.
Jim Browner was never good enough
for our family was he?
The daughters of Major Cushing RE?
Never mind, he was a gambling wastrel.
Our father was...
Be quiet!
If anyone has disgraced this family it's me?
I warn you,
one day this diet of respectability
is going to make you ill.
You are so horrid.
Ah dear Mrs. Hudson.
Mr Holmes!
The doctor has someone with him.
A Miss Susan Cushing.
Oh well, you'd better hold onto this.
What's this?
What's that?
That is a Christmas tree,
it's a Norway spruce.
This is Miss. Cushing.
Miss Cushing is concerned
about her sister, Mrs. Browner.
Pray continue.
Miss Cushing's youngest sister
lives not far from her,
just east of Camberwell.
Mrs. Browner visits her
every Friday for tea,
unless she sends excuses,
which is most unusual.
Last Friday the 19th,
Mrs. Browner failed to send excuses or to arrive.
So, Miss Cushing has made inquiries at her lodgings
but Mrs. Browner has not been seen there
since last Thursday.
It sounds to me as though she has disappeared.
Evidently, Holmes.
There could be one or two reasons
for her disappearance.
Yes, I know.
Either because she wished to disappear,
or because somebody else
wished her to disappear.
Do you know of any reason why
anyone else should wish her to disappear,
Mary?
None.
She is the most loveable of creatures.
Everyone loves her.
As to her whereabouts, I mean I suggest
that you try the missing peoples agency.
I could find you a list of addresses.
There, hah.
Charming, isn't it?
Slight improvement on that rather sad picea excelsa.
Sarah.
Marcel.
What possessed you?
You've wrecked it all.
The waiting possessed me.
You drive me mad Sarah.
Sometimes I think I am possessed.
Where are you now?
Some filthy hole near the hospital.
Thanks to your sister.
I will not let her forget this.
You'll need a reference
if you're going to find a decent place to stay.
Are you going to Belgium still for Christmas?
Yes.
My uncle near Ostend.
Well, when you come back
I'll write a reference for you.
I'm Warden of this place.
It'll count.
I love you.
Come to me after Christmas.
(knock on front door)
(knock on door)
The post, Miss Cushing.
Shall I put the parcels under the tree?
Yes, please.
Nothing from Mrs. Browner, yet?
Nothing as yet, no.
Did Sudgen's include the Madeira
in their delivery today?
Yes, Miss Cushing.
Everything's ready for this evening.
Thank you.
Compliments of the season, Mr. Bradbrook.
Thank you very much,
and the very same to you.
Miss Cushing.
I say Miss Cushing.
Sorry.
Mr. Bradbrook?
I dare say your sister, Sarah, will be joining us?
I am afraid not, Mr. Bradbrook.
She is Warden of the Mission Hostel now
her duties to her residents will keep her there.
I shall see her
only on Sundays now I fear.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr Bradbrook.
Oh no, no, no you haven't.
Not at all, no.
Come now, Mr. Bradbrook.
It is Christmas Eve.
To make up,
we shall open our presents
from under the tree
straight after supper
instead of at midnight.
What do you say?
Very well.
Yes, yes, fine, splendid.
Let's do that.
Well, Gladstone will be pleased at least.
There is a treat somewhere for him.
Welcome gentlemen!
Very good of you to come.
Gull, has he been arrested?
No, Mr. Holmes.
He's come to complain.
Has he indeed?
He has spotted our surveillance of him,
and he doesn't like it.
You won't give up?
Dear me, no.
Join the party!
Come on.
(knock on door) Yes, come in.
Oh, my dear fellow,
you're wearing it.
Well, I had to try it.
What's so good about it
is that it stretches forward
over the handlebars if you need it.
Where on earth did you find it?
Gamages, the people's Emporium.
Thank you.
Magnificent.
Hawkins, do come in dear fellow.
Please, sit down.
What is the news of the grave robberies?
The Camberwell force have been on to me.
An incident down there.
They were wondering if it had any connection?
I don't think it does myself,
but I'd value your opinion Mr. Holmes.
We need to get this nasty little joke
solved and out of the way.
Joke?
Respectable lady,
in company opening her parcels,
Christmas Eve.
One of them's a bit odd.
It's full of salt.
She empties out the salt.
What's in it?
Two freshly severed human ears.
We think it was a medical student.
She had a medical student as a lodger.
Post-mortem anatomy can make
certain individuals thoroughly callous.
She threw him out just before Christmas.
Bit of a row, apparently.
Anyway, knowing your methods, Mr. Holmes,
I've had the ears left quite untouched
at the lady's house.
Which is,
yes here it is, Trafalgar Villa, Camberwell.
A Miss Susan Cushing.
Oh, Mr. Holmes.
Have you come to help me find Mary after all?
I'm afraid not, Miss Cushing.
The Inspector has asked me
to look into that other unfortunate business.
Oh, that.
Well, I won't have those things in the house Mr. Hawkins.
If you wish to see them,
you must go to the conservatory.
Have you arrested that wretched young man yet?
Just a matter of time, Miss Cushing.
Postmark Harwich.
Now this student fellow Jacottet
was going home for Christmas
to Ostend via Harwich.
Yes, I agree,
Harwich is persuasive.
The writing is poor.
Uneducated.
I know the medical profession
is notorious for this illegibility, but this...
done with a broad nibbed pen,
very inferior ink.
Tarred twine.
Stockholm tar.
Knots intact.
Rock salt...
and embedded in it...
these very singular enclosures.
What do you think of it, Watson?
A ring has been torn from this ear.
They're not a pair.
I supposed it would be rather easier for Jacottet
to have abstracted the ears from a dissecting room
which were not actually a pair.
To what purpose?
Some kind of disgusting practical joke.
Gentlemen, this is no practical joke.
What first strikes you
when you enter a dissecting room?
Formaldehyde.
Dammit, it should smell of formaldehyde.
And it does not.
This is no practical joke.
This is a serious crime.
(knock on door)
Your sister, Miss Cushing.
Mary.
At last.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
I thought it was Mary.
I've come to take some more of my things.
I bought you a present before we argued.
You may as well have it.
I don't want it.
What's the matter with you?
Is it another disgusting prank?
What?
Well, he was your friend, after all.
Who was?
I don't want your horrid parcel.
Take it.
Let's preserve the proprieties at least, Sister.
Proprieties?
You dare to talk about the proprieties?
You have flouted the rules of society all your life.
And you had the effrontery to accuse me
of interfering with Mary's marrying that man.
Didn't you?
But what did you do?
What did I do?
I did nothing.
You know what you did.
You introduced Mary to other men.
Corrupting her.
Mary has told me in her innocence.
She accused me?
Mary accuses no one.
You know that.
But I see your hand in her unhappiness.
Nonsense.
Why did Jim Browner start drinking again?
He signed the pledge for Mary.
That's what brought them together.
She pinned the blue ribbon to his chest
and he was a new man.
So why did he break his pledge?
Why ask me?
Why did you quarrel with him?
I never approved of Jim Browner, that's true.
But he deserved better
than being driven back to drink by your meddling.
I'm back.
Jim.
Hello Sarah.
Mary wasn't expecting you till much later.
I managed to catch the tail end of the flood.
Saved a whole tide.
She not here then?
No.
Old Mrs. Cooper's not well again.
Mary's with her.
I said I'd help her with the laundry.
She'll be back soon.
You help her a lot, don't you?
That's nice.
You know why I help her, I suppose?
What?
Why I am always round here?
You're her sister.
Can't you be happy for five minutes without her, Jim?
Here,
make yourself useful.
Drop the side then.
What?
Well you drop this
and bring it up the other side.
What do you mean?
Mary doesn't do that.
There are plenty of things Mary doesn't do,
I dare say.
Look, I'll show you how to do it, shall I?
Now.
Now come on.
You take this corner.
Right.
Now,
you drop this...
and...
you bring it up,
the other side.
You do it yourself.
That's not for me.
I want no part of that.
Pushing women's work at me.
You keep that to yourself.
Mr. Holmes, and the other gentlemen to see you madam.
As long as they don't bring those things near me.
And where is he now?
Mr. Browner was on the South American line
when he and Mary married.
But he was so fond of her,
that he found himself a berth
in the North Sea boats.
The London - Den Helder line.
And is Mary fond of him?
It was a love match.
Love?
Although...
Yes?
I was loathed to acknowledge it at the time.
Why was that?
I didn't think a sister of mine
should be marrying a steward.
And now?
How do you feel now?
I think Jim and Mary could be happy.
You mean they weren't?
They were at first.
What happened?
Perhaps you should ask Sarah.
She practically lived there for a while.
Which ship is Mr. Browner serving with at present?
The "May Morning".
She sailed on the 17th
for Belgium and Holland.
They were in Rotterdam over Christmas.
The crews draw lots
and Jim was unlucky this year.
Mary was to have spent Christmas with Sarah and me.
And now Sarah, of course,
is Warden at the mission.
Are you sad not to have her living with you still?
Yes I am.
Well to tell you the truth, Mr. Holmes,
things are not well between us.
You've quarreled?
What about?
It may have a bearing
on what has happened to your sister Mary.
I know that.
Of course it does.
Do you think I don't know that?
I blame her for everything.
Sarah?
Of course.
Sarah.
She spent far more time than was necessary
at Mary's lodgings.
Jim and Mary were just married,
making their own life,
making their own friends.
Then Sarah introduced Alec Fairbairn to them.
I know it was not generously done.
Sarah seemed to want to shame Jim Browner.
I don't know what Jim had done to Sarah,
but she seemed to hate him.
I believe that...
You believe what?
Ask her.
Ask Sarah.
She is here in the house collecting her things.
Ask her if she did not mean Mary
to go off with Alec Fairbairn.
That is what she wanted.
I know it.
Ah, the message has been received then.
Caf? Monsieur.
Thank you for your help, Inspector.
It's very difficult Mr. Holmes.
We can't ignore the evidence,
what've we got?
Two severed ears in a parcel.
We've got the medical student, Jacottet
who's been thrown out of the lady's house.
Strong motive.
Parcel postmarked Harwich on the 19th.
He was in Harwich on the 19th.
That's as good as you get.
Your logic seems foolproof Hawkins.
Thank you.
I just regret that I haven't been able
to keep it out of the newspapers.
They're running the story
in tomorrow morning's first edition.
They've also managed to get hold of
Miss Susan Cushing's name.
She won't like that.
Poor woman.
This other matter then, Mr. Holmes.
You've clearly got some thoughts on that,
haven't you?
It is my belief,
that a member of Dr Watson's profession,
possibly of some distinction,
has overstepped the mark.
The corpses all belong to pugilists,
amateur or otherwise.
What is the unfortunate characteristic of boxers
who have fought too long?
Well, there can be such scarring of the brain
that they behave as if they're drunk,
slurred speech,
loss of memory and so on.
They become punch drunk.
Precisely.
You mean somebody is studying
the pathology of brain tissues?
For all the best reasons, I dare say.
And their passion for their subject
has outrun their judgment.
Sir Marcus Lanyon,
I'll wager a month's salary on Sir Marcus.
That's precisely his specialty
and he is impatient to a fault,
ruthlessly impatient.
There you have it, Inspector.
(knock on door)
She is very down.
Like this ever since
she got back here this afternoon.
Miss Cushing?
Why did you quarrel
with your brother-in-law, Mr. Browner?
What?
Who are you, what are you doing here?
This is Sherlock Holmes,
he is investigating the disappearance
of you sister, Mary.
She's gone off with Alec Fairbairn that's all.
Why?
She had become frightened of her husband.
Why?
Jim Browner was a drunkard.
He offered her violence.
He was beneath contempt.
What is your explanation for the severed ears,
Miss Cushing?
You saw that cardboard box.
At your sister's house.
Those severed ears were meant for you were they not?
The message was for you.
You understood what they meant.
Marcel Jacottet sent them.
He told me he might do something.
I didn't realize he'd do anything so disgusting.
She's lying, Watson.
She's lying through her teeth.
Gull's outside.
Excellent.
I've been to the shipping line offices too.
And?
It's as you thought.
The "May Morning" set sail from London
for Den Helder on the 17th,
but a hogshead got loose in her hold.
She sprang a plate,
and had to put in for repairs.
To Harwich?
To Harwich.
The crew were given leave on the 18th.
The "May Morning" left late on the 19th,
the day the parcel was posted.
Excellent Watson.
We have it.
Mr Holmes.
Mr. Gull.
They have telegraphed.
Jim Browner came off the ferry at Ramsgate
at seven o'clock this evening.
Good.
I knew I could rely on you.
And I can rely on you, can I?
You can.
Does the name,
Sir Marcus Lanyon mean anything to you?
It might.
He will be warned off.
And the orders from which you have been profiting will dry up
but so will the police interest in you.
I'll be satisfied with that.
We've acquired a bargain, Mr. Gull.
Holmes?
Hold on.
The knots on the parcel
were a bowline and a sheet bend.
Yes, sailors knots.
You know that sailors deliberately
do not sharpen their knives.
Yes, in case of accidents.
Hence the crude amputations.
Harwich was the key
and Browner was there.
Now, I suppose,
Browner returned unexpectedly,
found his wife with Fairbairn.
He followed them.
He murdered them both.
He severed an ear from each
and sent them as he thought to Sarah Cushing.
Of course, he will go there immediately.
He will be desperate for her to know
that the severed ears were for her,
and not for her sister.
Well, that being the case,
the railway is operating
as if it were a Sunday.
Why?
Because the Christmas holiday is still on.
Do you realize,
Browner could have caught a much earlier train.
No, I did not know.
Mary.
What is this, Mr. Holmes?
A unique experience for you, Inspector?
You may apprehend a murderer
before you have even acknowledged
there has been a murder.
Aye.
Well you may stare.
Look at me, Sarah Cushing,
this is your handy work.
What have you done, Jim?
What have I done?
Aye, it's what you've done.
I beg you, Jim,
look on me kindly.
Whatever I did,
I did for you.
It was you.
You poisoned her mind.
I did it for you.
They have arrested the lodger.
I told them he did it.
They suspect nothing of you, Jim.
You can get away.
Get away?
You think I can get away.
Put it all behind me,
you think, do you,
are you mad.
It is me.
It's in here.
Every last moment of it.
It comes out of the daylight at me,
it goes on and on.
I tell you I dare not shut an eye in sleep
since I did it.
I'm never without one or the other before me.
May the blood rot in your veins, Sarah Cushing.
No, no.
I love you,
I love you.
I love you,
I love you.
I believe you do.
I tell you something,
I'd rather have one kind word
from her I've killed than all your love.
I'd rather see her breathing one minute more
than a lifetime of what you could give me.
Don't say that,
don't say that,
don't say that.
She loved me.
That's the root of the business.
But she knew,
she knew,
she knew I,
I thought more about my footprint in the mud
than I did of her body and soul.
Where would I have dreamt it?
And after he had rejected Sarah's advances.
I never said a word to Mary
for I thought it would grieve her.
Then I began to see a change in Mary herself.
My wife had always been
sort of understanding.
Now she's suspicious of everything I did.
We began to row about nothing,
nothing at all.
It maddened me.
And this was said as well?
Aye, I didn't say it then mind,
I just saw it all go wrong.
She and Mary were inseparable and then,
well then I broke my blue ribbon
and begun drinking again
so Mary had some reason
to be disgusted with me now.
And then this Fairbairn fellow chipped in.
He was a dashing, swaggering sort of a chap,
smart and curled,
educated too,
I reckon he could talk, he could.
But I know it was,
it was a little thing put me on to em.
I came into the parlor unexpected one day
and as I came in
I saw the light of welcome in me wife's eyes
but when she saw it was me
she turned away with a look of disappointment.
There was no one but Alec Fairbairn
whose steps you can mistake from mine.
I tell you from that moment on my peace was gone.
Sarah was in the kitchen
and I went straight through, and I told her
that if Fairbairn ever set foot in my place again
I'd send her his ears for a keepsake.
I believe I could wish you had
committed this deed of yours in France.
They acknowledge the crime of passion there.
You won't let them leave me alone,
will you, sir?
No,
I won't.
When I leave I'll send an officer in.
I don't like to be alone, see.
Your turn.
(knock on door)
Won't be a minute.
She made it go wrong, didn't she?
And you never thought of anyone but me,
did you, Jim?
She loved you
and she made me hate you.
There, it was as if she had a secret you see,
she made me think the worst.
The secret was her loving me?
You should've got rid of her from our lives, Jim.
I know,
I thought it would hurt you.
Look at us now,
I was stupid,
blind as a beetle.
What is the meaning of it, Watson?
What is the object of this
circle of misery, and violence, and fear?
It must have a purpose,
or our universe has no meaning
and that is unthinkable.
But what purpose?
That is humanity's great problem
for which reasons so far
there's no answer.