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Head cocked to the left. Partial deafness in ear.

First point of attack.

Two: throat.
Paralyze vocal cords. Stop screaming.

Three: got to be a heavy drinker.
A floating rip to the liver.

Four. Finally, drag the
left leg. Punch in the kneecap

Summary prognosis: conscious in 90 seconds

Martial efficacy: quarter of an hour at best.
Full faculty recovery: unlikely.

-I like the hat.
-Oh, I just picked it up.

You remember your revolver?

Oh - knew I forgot something.

-Thought I'd left the stove on.
-You did.

I think that's quite enough

You are a doctor after all.

Always nice to see you, Watson.

Where is the inspector?

-He's getting his troops lined up.
-That could be all day.

Sherlock Holmes.
And his loyal dog.

Tell me, doctor, as a medical man.
Have you enjoyed my work?

Let me show you how much I've enjoyed it.

Watson! Don't!

Observe.

How did you see that?

Because I was looking for it.

Lord Blackwood!

You seem surprised.

It seems the girl deserves your attention more than he.
-Indeed.

I'll leave that along if I were you.
Good lad.

Impeccable timing, Lestrade.

We've one for the doctor
and one for the rope.

- Clarky?
-Sir.

This woman needs the hospital immediately.
-Put her in the back ***.

If you don't mind.

Get him out of my sight.

And you were supposed to wait for my orders.

If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse and chasing a rumor.

Besides, the girls' parents hired me, not the Yard.
Why they thought you'd require any assistance is beyond me.

- Well, London will breathe a sigh of relief.
- Indeed.

- Congratulations, Lestrade.
- Bravo, Inspector.

Have a cigar.

Gentlemen - cheese.

156/80.
Very good.

My nerves are the best they've been in years,
thanks to you.

Tell me something - your new premises. When are you moving in?
- I should be in within the week.

Cavendish place. And that will be a woman's house, too.
-Oh, that's marvellous indeed.

Good God!

-That was gunfire.
-No-no. Hammer on nail, wasn't it?

My colleague is probably just putting up a painting.
I'll go check.

Your colleague?
- Yes.

Won't be moving with you, will he?
-No, he won't.

Mrs. Hudson...

-I won't go in there by myself. No while he's got a gun in his hand.
You don't have to go in there at all. Give the paper.

-What will I do when you leave, Doctor?
He'll have the whole house done!

He just needs another case, that's all.

Couldn't you have a longer engagement?

I smell gun powder.
It's not right you know. Not in the domestic environment.
-Thank you, Captain Phillip.

Perhaps a night cup of tea.
Same time next week.

Come along, Captain.
It's quieter downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson?
Bring something to cheer him up.

Permission to enter the armory.
-Granted.

Watson, I'm in the process of inventing a device that
suppresses the sound of a gunshot.

-It's not working. Can I see that?

You know it's been hree months since your last case.

Gently - gently, Watson! Be gentle with me!

Don't you think it's time you found another one?

I can't but agree. My mind rebels this stagnation.
Give me problems, give me work.

The sooner the better.

- Paper.

Let's see then. There's a letter here from Mrs. Ramsey
of Queen's Park. Her husband's disappeared.

He's in Belgium with the maid.
Is it November?

Yes, Holmes.

Lady Rathford reports...

Her emerald bracelet has disappeared.

Insurance swindle.
Lord Rathford likes fast women and slow ponies.

-I see you are the attending physician of Blackwood's hanging.
-Yes.

It was our last case together,
and I wanted to see it through to the end.

A Mr. Louis...

There's only one case that intrigues me at present.

The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady.
I've been studying her comings and goings. They appear most sinister.

-Tea, Mr Holmes?
-Is it poisoned, Nanny?
-There's enough of that in you already.

Don't touch. Everything is in its proper place.
As per usual, Nanny.

Killed the dog, again.

What have you done to Gladstone now?

I was simply testing a new anesthetic.

He does not mind.

Holmes, as your doctor...
-He'll be alright in no time.

As your friend...

You've been in this room for 2 weeks.
I insist, you have to get out.

There's nothing of interest for 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!

Holmes!

You're early.

-Fashionably.
- Miss Mary Morsten.

Oh my goodness. What a pleasure.

- For the life of me, I don't know why it's taken
him so long to introduce us properly.
- The pleasure is mine.

It really is quite a thrill to meet you, Mr Holmes.

I've heard so much about you.
I have a pile of detective novels at home.
Collins, Poe...

It's true.

Can seem a little far-fetched though, sometimes?
Making these grand assumptions out of such tiny details.

-That's not quite right, is it? In fact, the little details
are by far the most important.

- Take Watson.
- I intend to.

His walking stick - rare African snake wood.
Hiding a blade.

A few were rewarded to veterans of the Afghan war.
So I can assume he's a decorated soldier

Strong, brave, born to be a man of action. And neat.

Like all military man.
Now I check his pockets.

A stamp from a boxing match.

Now I can affirm that he's a bit of a gambler.

-I'd keep an eye on that dowry if I were you.
-Those days are behind me.
- Right behind you.

This cost us the rent more than once.

Well, with all due respect, Mr. Holmes, but
you know John very well.

What about a complete stranger?

What can you tell about me?

You?
- I don't think that's...

- I do not know if...
-Not at dinner.

- Perhaps some other time.
- I insist.

-you insist?
You remember we discussed this.

The lady insists.

You are a Governess
- Well done.

Yes, well done, shall we? Waiter?

Your student. It's a boy of 8.
-Charlie's 7, actually.

Then he's tall for his age. He flicked ink at you today.

Is there ink on my face?
There's nothing wrong with your face.

There are two drops on your ear.
India blue is nearly impossible to wash off.

A very impertious act by the boy,
but you are too inexperienced to react rashly
which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.

Oriental pearls, diamond, ruby
- hardly the gems of a governess.

However, the jewels you're not wearing tell us rather more.

- Holmes!
-You were engaged.

The ring is gone, but the lighter skin
where it once sat suggests that

you spent time abroad, where you were informed of its true, rather modest, worth.
You broke off the engagement and returned to England for better prospects.

A doctor, perhaps?

Well done one all counts, Mr Holmes, apart from one.

I did not leave him.
He died.

Well done, old boy.

Come on!

That's it, big man. We're done. You've won.
Congratulations.

Oi, we ain't done yet!

This mustn't register on an emotional level.

First: distract target.

Then block his blind jab

Count with cross to left cheek

Discombobulate. Dazed, he'll attempt
wild haymaker. Employ elbow block
and body shot.

Block next left, weaken right jaw.

Now fracture.

Three cracked ribs.
Traumatize solar plexus. Dislocate jaw entirely.

kick in the diaphragm.

In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked,
four broken, diamphragm hemmoraging. Physical recovery 6 weeks.

Full psychological recovery 6 months.

Capacity to spit at back of head -
neutralized.

Where did that come from?

What the hell is going on here, Charlie?

Lord Blackwood's put him under some kind of spell, sir.
It's like he's burning from the inside out.

Shut up!

Charley. Charley!

Take this man to the infirmary now!

What's this all about then, Blackwood?

There's someone I want to see.

- Watson.
- Right. Let's go.

What started merely as an experiment
has brought me to the threshold of a monumentary discovery.

Now, if I play a chromatic scale, there's no measurable response.

You do know that what you're drinking
is meant for eye surgery.

But, now, and this is remarkable,
If I change to atonal clusters - voila!

They fly in counter-clock-wise
synchronized concentric circles.

Watson, this is exceptional. I, using music theory
have created order out of chaos.

- How did you lure them in?
-Excellent question. Individually.
I've been at it for 6 hours.

And what happens if I do this?

Clean yourself up.
You are Blackwood's last request.

Look at those towering structures. It's the first combination of
bascule and suspension bridge ever attempted.

Most innovative!

What an industrious empire!

Oh, I have your winnings from last night.

You weren't there - so I made your customary bet.

You're right. I'll keep it with your checkbook.
Locked safely away in my drawer.

Did you know the opera house
was featuring "Don Giovanni"?

I could easily procure a couple of tickets
if you had any cultural inclinations this evening.

You have the grand gift of silence, Watson.
It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

I knew she'd been engaged. She'd told me.

So that's no to the opera then?

- That was my waistcoat.
- I thought we agreed it's too small for you.

- I'd like it back.
- I thought we agreed

I want it back.

This way Mr Holmes.

Blackwood seems to have gotten
the crowd into a fear frenzy

- that I'm will dispose once his feet stop twitching.
Care to come along?

No, you're on your own, old cock.
I have no business with him while he's alive.

Suit yourself, mother hen.

It seems you have a lot of rooms to let.
-We had to move the prisoners, sir.

Otherwise we'd have a riot on our hands.
He has a peculiar effect on the inmates, as though

he can get inside their heads

-I can find my own way if you have other duties to perform.
-Much obliged, sir. Thank you.

I love what you've done with the place.

So glad you could accept my invitation.

I just have a small point of concern.

How can I help?

I'd followed the murders with some interest,
and while my heart went out to the families of the victims,
I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery

In the stroke of your brush.

You are too kind.

However, by comparison, your work in the crypt,
was more like a finger painting.

So now you are curious as to
if there's a larger game afoot?

Either that or shortly my friend will pronounce you dead
and I thought I might keep him company.

Your mistake is to imagine that anything
earthly has led to this moment.

Your error of judgement is that you think
that I am holding a brush at all.

I'm merely the channel.
-My only wish is that I could've caught you sooner.

5 lives might have been spared.
Those lives were a necessity.

Sacrifice.

5 otherwise meaningless creature
served a greater purpose.

I wonder if they'd let Watson and me dissect your brain.
After you're hanged of course.

I'd wager there's some deformity that'd be
scientifically significant. Then you
too could serve a greater purpose.

Holmes, you must widen your case.
You underestimate the gravity of coming events.

You and I are bound on a journey
that will twist the very fabric of nature.

But beneath your mask of logic
I sense a fragility. That worries me.

Still your mind, Holmes.

I need you.

You've come a long way down
from the House of Lords.

-I will rise again.
-Bon voyage.

Pay attention.

Three more will die
and there's nothing you can do to save them.

You must accept that this is beyond your control.

By the time you realize that you made all of this possible
it will be the last sane thought in your head.

What did he want? -Not sure.
But I don't think you all need to follow.
Enough for this one.

Lord Henry Blackwood,
you are sentenced to death.

For the practice of Black magic,
the unholy murder of 5 innocent young women
and the attempted murder of a sixth

Do you have any final words?

Death ... is only the beginning.

That is the end of Lord Blackwood.

London's so bleak
this time of year.

Not that I'm pining for New Jersey,
I much prefer to travel in the winter.

Here, I brought you these, all the way from Syria.

I found these exquisite [............] in Jordan.
And your favorite olives from the Cyclades.

Thought we might have a little tea party

And while I was setting the table,
I found this - a file with my name on it.

"The theft of the Velasquez portrait
from King of Spain.

Missing naval documents lead to
resignation of Bulgarian prime minister

scandalous affair
ends engagement of...

Habsburg Prince to Romanov Princess.

I was simply studying the old methods.
Should the authorities ask me to hunt you down.

But I don't see my name in any of these articles.

Your signature was clear.

Is that the maharaja's missing diamond?

Or just another souvenir?

Let's not dwell on the past.

Shall we?

You are between jobs.
- And you are between husbands.
How much did you get for the ring?

He was boring and jealous and he snored.

I'm Irene Adler again.

Thank you.

I need your help

I need you to find someone.

Why are you always so suspicious?
Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?

Careful not to cut yourself
on this lethal envelope.

I think you'll find all the information
you need inside.

Who are you working for?
So, I'll have to find it the hard way?

Keep the money.
I did not say I'll take the case.

Consider it a wager that you will.
Do you remember the Grande? They gave me our old room.

Hold the door.
Thanks, Doctor.

-He'll do it.
-Well done Miss Adler.

That's precisely why I hired you.

He'll have our man within 24 hours.

He'd better. Riordan was the key
to what Blackwood was doing.

He's essential to my plan.

Don't you see where you're going?

Get off out of here.

A little [.......] would go a long way, sir
[............................]

Look at you. Why is the only woman you've ever cared about
a world-class criminals?

Are you masochist?

-Allow me to explain.
-Allow me.

She's the only adversary who
ever outsmarted you. Twice.

You've had your fun

-What's she after anyway?
-It's time to press on.

-What could she possibly need?
-It does not matter.

An alibi. A beard. A human canoe.
She could sit on your back and paddle you up the Themze.

It's of no consequence to you, really,
is it, Watson? We've done our last case together.

I've already read it. Missing person.
Luke Reordan.

4'10'' red hair no front teeth.
Case solved.

You're obviously not her type.
She likes ginger dwarves.
-Midget.

-So you agree?
-No, I don't agree.

It's more than a technicality.
You are misrepresenting the dimensions of short peoples

I've said too much, I can tell I've upset you.
-No, I am simply stating that one has to-

What were you doing?

Will you allow me to explain?
-I wish you would.

- Holmes? What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Are you wearing a fake nose?

Holmes! Where are you going?

Watson?

Help! Watson!

I have flowers for you, sweetheart
I'll cut you a deal cos you're so pretty

My lucky day!

What have you got there for me?

Do not move!

What have we got here?

Thank you

That's the Irene I know.

-That man intrigues me. He's got her on edge
-She's no mean feat.

She's scared of him.

Yet she works for him.

Right

That's nothing to do with me
but I advise you: leave the case alone

I may not have a choice

After all, I may be paying the rent on my own soon
THanks to you

Get that out of my face
-It's not in your face, it's in my hand.

Get what's in your hand out of my face

Sorry. Inspector Lestrade
says he wants you to come with me at once.

What's he done there?
Lost his way to Scotland Yard?

Watson, grab a compass. You means us.

No, you means you.

It's Lord Blackwood.
It appears he's come back from the grave, sir.

Most engaging. Very clever.

I pronounced the man dead myself.

What are the facts?

Groundskeeper claims he saw him walking
through the graveyard just this morning, sir.

I'll leave this in your capable hands.
I have an appointment with Mary
It's not my reputation at stake here.

Don't try that

Have the newspapers got wind of it yet?
That's what we're trying to avoid sir.

Certainly.

What's the major concern?
- Panic. Sheer bloody panic, sir.

-Indeed
-you're not taking this seriously, are you Holmes?

Yes. As you should

It's the matter of professional integrity. No girl
wants to marry a doctor who can't tell if a man's dead or not.

Who won the match, Clarky?

- Sir?
- Rugby match.

Your boys have done a magnificient job
of obliterating any potential evidence

But at least they never miss an opportunity
to miss an opportunity

And on the third day...

These slabs of sand stone were smashed open from the inside.
-Lestrade. What of the coffin?

-we are in the process of bringing it up now.
-I see

Hm. Alright. At what stage of the process? Contemplative?

There was a witness?
-He's over there.

And apparently he's cat...
-Catatonic, sir.

-He's not feeling very well
- Yes.

You lot stop behaving like a bunch of quivering
[............] Bring that coffin up - now.

Good day sir!

It's alright.
I am a doctor.

The man's in shock.

He may need a few moments
-The witness stated that he saw Lord Blackwood rise from the grave

- Well?
- Well?

You pronounced him dead.

He had no pulse.

God!

That's not Blackwood.

Now we have a firm grasp of the obvious

Time of death?

Approximately two thirds of an inch
Which would put the time of death at about 10-12 hours ago

May I borrow your pen?

-Adler's dwarf.
- Midget.

I know what I saw!

It was Blackwood!

As clear as I see you

And when the dead walk,
the living will fill these coffins.

You really believe he was resurrected?

The question is not "if" but "how."
The game's afoot.

Follow your spirit and
upon this charge cry

god for Harry,
England and St. George.

Here you are. Why that
certain fish and chips store

- I don't understand
- Well there's a particular pier

they use out in the back,
northern stout, to be exact.

You know, Holmes

I've seen things in war
I don't understand.

In India, I once met a man
who predicted his own death

right down to the number and placement
of the bullets that killed him.

You have to admit, Holmes

that a supernatural explanation
to this case, is theoretically possible.

Agreed.

But, it is a huge mistake to
theorize before one has data.

Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to
shoot theories, instead of theories to shoot facts

That said I believe
Adler's midget is the key to this.

Right. Scratches around the
key hole where the watch is wound.

What does that tell you?

The man was most likely
a drunk.

Every time he wound the watch,
his hand slipped, hence the scratches.

Yes
Very good, Watson.

You have developed considerable
deductive powers of your own.

Let's see now. There are several
sets of initials.

- pawnbrokers' marks.
- Excellent.

Most recent of which are:
"M.H. M.H. M.H...

- M.H is for...
- "Maddison and Haig.

They should be able
to give us an address.

What a coincidence.

There's one thing you failed to
deduce from the watch, Holmes.

I think not.

The time.

I have to get back, Holmes.

Taking tea with the in-laws..

- Reckon your future, sir?
- Absolutely not.

No thank you, ma'am.

You need to hear what
I have to tell you.

We have no need of your
lucky heather Gypsy women.

Even if it's to do with Mary.

I see two men.

Brothers. Not in
blood, but in bond.

What of Mary?

M for Mary, for marriage.
Oh, you will be married.

Go on.

I see patterned table
cloths and china figurines.

and lace doilies...

doilies...

Lace doilies...

doilies... Holmes.

- Does your depravity know no bounds?
- No.

Oh she turns fat and has a beard...

And what of the warts?

- She is covered in warts...
- Enough, enough.

- Are they extensive?
- Please, enough!

It's the most apt prediction,
Flora's made in ages.

And precisely the reason you
can't find a suitable ring.

Do you have my money?

You are terrified of a life
without the thrill of a macabre.

Do you have my cut?

- Admit it, admit it!
- Give me my money!

Holmes.

Oh I see.

Thank you.

Well you've got your ring, and I've got
the address for my ginger midget.

Should be just there.

I think she'll really like this.

And I have some change in my pocket.

- Should I look after it for you?
- No, no.

- Don't give it away here.
- No!

I have to go see Mary.

Give them my best.

And the family as well.

It does make a considerable difference
to me, having someone with me

on whom I can thoroughly rely.

Well, you can rely on me
for exactly 10 minutes.

He clearly fely something
was coming to get him.

Or something did.

Irene Adler was here,

either that or the ginger midget
wore the same Parisian perfume.

Ah, putrefaction.

Ammonium sulphate,
among other aromas.

Phosphorus.

Formaldehyde.

It looks like he was
attempting to combine

some kind of sorcery
and scientific formula.

More importantly...

What he was trying to dispose of.

Potassium and magnesium.

sulfuric acid.

Why the iron went out of the ink
as long as it's not too burnt

Peculiar.

Hydrated rhododendron.

Holmes.
Look at the crest.

Reordan was working with Blackwood.

Of course he was.

Question is, to what end.

Whatever he was working
on, clearly suceeded.

How so?

Otherwise, he'd still be alive.

Which is why Miss Adler is
so desperate to find him.

Yes.

There's something I can't
quite put my finger on.

Is it candy floss?
Molasses.

Maple syrup. Ah, barley sugar.

Toffee apple.

Let me guess.

Judging by your arsonist tool kit

You're here to burn down the building
and extinguish all the evidence therein

Just one minute boys..

Oh, Draga!

Is there a problem?

Meat...

or potatoes?

My 10 minutes are up.

You alright?

Holmes.

What is that?

Holmes!

Watson...

What have you done?

I haven't slept all night.

Not a wink.

Why I ever believed...

that I would get to have
tea with Mary's parents, is beyond me

having been talked
into going with you.

We were set upon man,
it was self-defense.

I've been reviewing my notes, of our
exploits over the last seven months.

would you like to know my conclusion?

I am psychologically disturbed.

How so?

Why else would I
continually be led into situations

where you delibrately, withhold
your plans from me?

Why else?

You never complained
about my methods before.

- I'm not complaining.
- You're not?

- What do you call this?
- How...

How am I complaining? I
never complain, when do I

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.

We have a barter system.

When do I complain about
you setting fire to my rooms?

- Our rooms.
- The rooms,

When do I ever complain that
you experiment on my dog?

- Our dog! It's our dog.
- On the... the dog!

But I do take issue, is your campaign
to sabotage my relationship with Mary.

I understand.

- Do you?
- I do.

- I don't think you do.
- You're overly tired.

- Yes.
- You're feeling a bit sensitive.

I'm not sensitive.

What you need is to rest.

My brother, Mycroft,
has a small estate near Chichester.

Beautifull grounds...

- We could throw a land on the spit...
- We?

Holmes, if I were to go to the country
it would be with my future wife.

Well certainly, if we must...

No not you, Mary and I.

- You are not...
- What? Invited?

Why would I be not invited to my
own brother's country home, Watson?

- Now you are not making any sense!
- You're not human!

- John Watson?
- Yes.

You bail has been posted.

Mary!

Just Watson.

I hope you get bailed by breakfast,
because my boys, are getting hungry.

Back off! Back off!

To which the barman says:
"may I push in your stool?".

Right you, you're out..

- Until next time, Big Joe.
- Always a pleasure, Mr. Holmes.

Thank heaven you're here, Lestrade
I'd almost ran out of jokes.

In another life, you'd have
made an excellent criminal.

Yes, sir and you an
excellent policeman.

Tomsky! Thank you.

Now please tell me you have answers.

All in good time, Lestrade.

All in good time? what is this some parlour
game where we have to guess what you're thinking.

I've got a public in
frenzy out there

and if you don't fill me in, I'll have you in there
playing Victoria and Albert quicker than a bookies runner

Now, clean up and
make yourself presentable.

For whom?

Friends in high places.

They're the ones
who bailed you out.

I'm terribly sorry to
inconvene you, sir.

But I'm going to have
to put this on you.

Mr. 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 Southford Hill.

The only baker to use
a certain french glaze on a sage - brittany sage

after that the carriage
fought left and right

until bump 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 Rodrum.

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 who's headquarters we now sit.

Located, north-west corner
St. James square I think

as to the mystery, the only mystery is to
why you bothered to blind fold me at all.

Yes... well, standard
procedure I suppose.

I dare say we have the
right man, gentlemen.

Sherlock Holmes.

Ambassador Standish from America
and Lord Coward, Home Secretary.

I suppose you already have some
notion as to the practices of our order.

Yes. They are practically interesting.

Be as sceptical as you like.

but our secret system has steered
the world to good for centuries.

The danger is they can also be
used for more nefarious purposes.

What some call the dark arts
or practical magic.

We know you don't believe
in magic Mr. Holmes

We don't expect you
to share our faith

merely our fears.

fear is the most
infectious condition.

In this instance.

fear of your own child.

Blackwood is your son

You have the same irises, a rare dark
green, the diamond shaped hazel flex

together with the identical outer ears or pinner, which
are only passed down through direct blood line

which makes by
necessity either brothers

or in this case, more
likely father and son.

Very few people are
privy to that information.

And we'd want to
keep it that way.

He was concieved
during one of our rituals.

His mother wasn't my wife.

But she shared our beliefs.
She was a powerfull practitioner.

though not enough to
survive giving birth to him.

Death followed him
wherever he went.

Those five girls were not
the first to be butchered.

He killed many more to use
them to enhance his powers.

No one could prove anything
of course, but we already knew.

The boy was a curse.

We'd done our best to
stop him ourselves, but its not enough.

His power grows daily.

His resurrection is evidence of that.

But what he does next
will be far more dangerous.

His secret lies in the book of spells.
This is the source of his power.

His going to raise a force that will
alter the very course of the world.

I want you to find him and
stop him before he does.

We'll give you any
assisatnce that we can.

As Home Secretary, I have a
considerable influence over the police.

- Oh, yes
- So...

Name your price?

Well a great benefit to the social deficit.
I, can pick and choose my clients.

Consider it done, I'll stop him.

But not for you. And
certainly not for a price.

I do have a parting
query sir, Thomas.

What is that?

If the rest of his family is dead...

how long do you expect to survive?

Food for thought.

Well perhaps you'll have
better luck opening that.

Margot '58.
comet vintage.

How fascinating that a astronomical
event can effect the quality...

How is it going with our
case that you refused to take.

...of the wine.

Or I've hit a dead end. Literally.

I found your man. He's
buried in Blackwood's tomb.

If you still need him.

Oh dear...

I hope my client doesn�t
come looking for a refund.

He's a professor, isn't he?

I couldn't see his face, but I spotted
a bit of chalk on his tappan.

I've never known a professor to carry a
gun, and on such a clever contraption.

Eyepatch. Nice touch...

So... case closed.

Which makes this a social visit.

No. It's a you're-in-over-
-your-head-Irene visit.

Whoever killed Reardon they
was covering their tracks,

which makes you the next
loose end that needs to be snipped.

Let it breathe.

I've never been in over my head.

Leave now, disappear.
You're good at that.

Or stay. And volunteer
for protective custody.

If I'm in danger,
so are you.

Come with me.

What if we trusted each other.

You're not listening. I'm taking
you, to either the railway station

or the police station.

So...

Which is it to be?

You decide, which will it be?

I told you to let it breathe.

Can you taste the comet?

Why couldn't you
just come away with me?

Never