All language subtitles for S06E03 - The Eligible Bachelor

It's as if the
asylum had vanished.

The misery that must
behind those walls.

There's no escape from
the terrors of the mind.

Indeed.

Well another case concluded.

Baker Street. An observant child
could have solved it

Good Luck with the
seminar and thank you.

It's a privilege my clear fellow,
if it's a successful case after all.

And Holmes,

don't be bored.

Glaven castle.

Glaven.

It's so beautiful Robert.

I never expected it
to be so beautiful

and it's really always
belonged to your family?

For about 4 or 5
hundred years or so.

I want to see it.

No Hettie.

Why can't I see it?

My darling girl you don't understand,
I can't just drop in at Glaven.

Neither can you.

You maybe utterly divine and
impossibly rich but you can't.

But why can't I?

You own it. You're
Lord St. Simon, it's your house.

It's an ancestral
home, which is mine.

You see it's the servants
who really live there.

Actually every one of them has spent
more of their life in Glaven than I have.

And I won't have them put out.

I see, so even when we're married
if I want to visit

I have to send on ahead?

Yes, preferably a day or two ahead.

Oh, I didn't realize, like royalty.

Yes.

Will it be all right Robert?

What my darling?

That I mind about me at what I am
and where I come from,

the servants I mean
and your family?

They already think of you as
being one of the exotic.

But I'm a miner's daughter

from a mining camp.

Pa might have been
digging gold out there

but it still makes me
a miner's daughter.

Doesn't matter. Perfect education
for the country life,

you'll have the whole county
at your feet, as you have me.

Oh my, will you look at that.

What's it doing here?

There's always been some
sort of zoo at Glaven

My latter fellow's
interest to keep it going.

You know I have a fancy that
cat's from the Americas like you.

Actually he's come
to welcome here.

You wild and
beautiful thing.

Not half as wild and
beautiful as you.

Water. Water into dust.

Come on.

Amelia why don't you let
her give the dog to me?

No, no, she stays with me.

She might get under the horses.
It's a wonder we got here at all.

It's arrived.

And so have they.

How much did you say?

What did you say?
They sent the child to Paris.

What for?

To school.

Yes, Americans do send
their daughters to Paris,

that's what I was
given to understand.

You know in my experience Paris breaths
either triviality or philosophy.

Neither helpful companion in life.

No, I suppose not.

Well at least the child
is not an actress.

Oh Florence.

Alice! Alice! Alice!

Now, now Hettie, they're your future
family. They want to like you.

They want to like Lord Robert's
future bride. Stop being so silly Hettie.

Oh Alice, but Alice
have you seen those women?

Now Hettie Doran, I'd like to
remind you of a certain incident

which occurred in Tompkins Gulch
not 2 years ago.

The bear.
Alice, I was scared to death.

Awe, you faced that
bear down you did.

I couldn't move I tell you.

You faced him down. You believed
in yourself and you did it.

Now you get down those stairs.

My dear Henrietta,
you cannot live at Glaven.

Why not?

Because Glaven isn't
fit for habitation.

But it's just perfect.
We'll soon get it round.

I say it's the most beautiful place
I've ever seen.

Don't you remember how lovely it was

when all the men came with their
scythes to mow the hay in the park

and the summer parties?
Every lamp in the house was lit

and outside the smell of the hay
in the moonlight,

you remember?

Yes, yes. I remember.

"Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes"

"my father has run away.
Please will you help me find him?"

"Timothy."

"My cat Boswell is missing.
Money no objects."

Well I'm tell you
what I actually think.

No. I think she's extraordinarily
pretty that's what I think.

And I think Robert is
head over heels in love.

I agree.

That's what I think. And Bella
thinks so too, don't you my angel?

Bella says Miss.Doran is very
nearly as pretty as she is.

Very nearly...

Dear Henrietta you mustn't take
what Amelia says too seriously.

I didn't hear a word of all that.

Robert so deserves you, my dear.

He's been unlucky in love
and he's business...

Hush, Mary, remember?

Why can't I finish what
I was going to say?

When do we dine?

Exquisite. Exquisite.

You've merely imagined
all these dreadful things Oswald.

It was your imagination.

This agony's been too much for you.

Hello Mr. Holmes.

May I?

Yes but there rehearsing...

At home with your own mother,
my blessed boy.

Everything is yours for the asking

just like when you were a little child.

The fit is over now.

Mother, give me the suns.

Oswald what is the matter?

Look at me.

Do you not know me?

The sun. The sun.

No.

No. No.

We are being watched?

I will not rehearse
in front of strangers.

Get over there.

What are you looking for then?

Mind your own business.

It's not Lord Robert's.

It's our 7th anniversary
isn't it? 7 years.

Your damned anniversary not his.

You know it, he knows
it and the cat knows it.

What's the matter with you?

Get out.

Go and get me another bottle go on.

I'm not his whore to be paid off.

He trusted me.

I'm not your whore my Lord.

No.

Come and use your whore, my Lord.

You'll never have anyone
who'll do what you want like me.

Thank you.

You'll pardon me mam
if I don't join you in drinking

that French chateau wine.

I guess it's too refined for my taste.
Some would say too civilized.

I'll drink you're health but
it'll be in Samuel Marcoolyn's rye.

Smoky kind of whiskey.
I travel it with me all over.

How very wise Mr. Doran.

Very wise. If one has
an established taste why then...

Just say... just say.

The wine, sir, is magnificent.

Bless you.

You know, don't you?

I've settled a considerable amount
on Hettie for when she's married?

She's very conscious
of your generosity sir.

She's mentioned it more than once.

Sure. Now tell me about
this house of yours.

Great house,
sad looking they tell me.

I'll accept that

but I'm not prepared to lay out
more for the time I spend there.

Hettie has told me
how beautiful it is.

I think she'd like it
to be one of her homes.

I would want to please
Hettie in any way I can.

But I'm not sure that living in
Glaven is possible.

Why not?

You've always been very frank with
me so I'm admit something to you.

When I was much younger

and barely had a grasp of affairs.

I was very badly advised,
financially I mean.

In what way?

I was persuaded to sell off
outlying parts of Glaven

until there wasn't enough income from
the estate to sustain the house.

Then mortgages were taken out
to repair things

which left even less income.

And nobody warned you
of the consequences?

I trusted my advisors.

They were my father's advisors.

When you grow up in a place a Glaven,

it seems eternal.

Sure I see that.

I'll be off then, Miss Miller
and I hope you'll do the same.

Cause there's no point
in you doing otherwise.

Will no one rid me of this
troublesome woman?

Oh, you may say...

I do say. Get out.

Here this should kick things off
for you to make a start at Glaven.

How very generous, sir.

You look after my girl.
I'll look after your house.

The Park Club.

The Park Club.

Vincent.

Thank you.

Go. Go.

Remember our agreement, my Lord.

This quarter's payment
or I will foreclose the mortgages.

I have to be married later
this morning, Callahan.

The bride's father is
the richest man on the Pacific slope.

Anything she wants, he'll give her
as long as I keep her happy.

Oh yes keep her very happy, my Lord.

My partner and I have
no wish to own Glaven.

Please don't force us to take it.

Rest assured that you
will never come to that.

You'll excuse me gentlemen.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Is that look of reproach?

No. No, I'm often up at this hour.

I don't really sleep these days.

Scale. The scale of the chair and
the sense of the stain of the chair.

Thank you.

Awe, leave the goddamn thing alone.

Thank you for coming, Doctor.

Why didn't you call me earlier?

Well I didn't what to...
Oh dear, oh dear.

He won't admit it of course,
but he's not well.

I'm very worried about him.

You should have called me earlier.

But he wouldn't have it.

Do you know how masterful he is?

I didn't dare disobey him.

Oh dear.

Holmes.

Holmes.

What do you know about dreams?

Why do you ask?

Why? I'm walking through infernal
territory and you ask why?

I only meant.

I don't know what I meant.

Well there's a group in Vienna

led by a young doctor called
Freud, a psychologist...

Please don't look at them.

They are merely scribbles
for reference.

Does he seek to explain dreams?

To interpret them I believe so. There
relationship to the life a dreamer.

They aim to be scientific, I gather

The science of dreams.
Well, well, well.

My dream is horrible.

I'm fighting with
Moriarty at the Falls

and suddenly I'm overwhelmed

with a sense of loss, fear.

Yes, fear.

Empty rooms, I've no sense of scale.

A huge chair, which diminishes.

It's upholstery torn to shreds.

I'm starting to escape from
a marsh, a mire, a quagmire

The Grimpen Mire.

And it appears

than an androgynous creature,

witch like, hag like

with claws, talons,
which reach out to me,

through me.

And I'm trapped

in a mesh of cobwebs.

And I awake.

Hum, are you eating?

You sleep badly, you have
bad dreams, you sleep even worse.

I don't have bad dreams.
I have one dream more than once.

Well let's see how you really are.

Please don't start that.

And I'm tell you something else.

I regret Moriarty's death.

Tell me how would you
describe Moriarty?

Evil. A giant of evil.

Giant, yes quite so.

Without him I have to deal with

distressed children, cat owners,
pygmies, pygmies of triviality.

You see, Moriarty combined
science with evil.

Organization with precision.
Vision with perception.

I know of only one
person that he misjudged.

Me.

Put away your medicines.

How was your seminar?

Lively.

There's something wrong with the child.
She is as nervous as a cat.

Hat? Oh yes.

Amelia does look curious in a hat.
I never thought of it before.

Even you were nervous as a bride.

Oh it's not that
there's something wrong.

I was about to announce my lady.

Oh give me 2 or 3 minutes
would you?

Very well my lady.

Get that girl for me.

Get her.

Get her!

Where is your timidity Miss Miller?

In the cold gutter of
your heart, Lord Robert.

Trampled in the gutter.

But why?

I wish the child joy of you.

Look Bella, there's the famous
Flora Miller,

she used to be a friend of Robert's

but I don't think
she likes him anymore.

I can explain everything.

It was a, it was a long time ago.

Who are you?

She's not upstairs.

Go away.

The house has been searched now
top to bottom.

Not a sign of Hettie anywhere.
Nothing.

Alice?

One of Mrs. Doran's
cloaks is missing sir.

Nothing else.

No sir not even a purse.

Thank you Alice.

Sir.

We must call the police.

What about this woman
of yours, this actress?

Could she have anything
to do with it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'll get the police.

Do you have any objection?

No.

Where are you?

Oh my darling.

Well, well, well.

I've told you what you should be
doing is eating properly.

Come in.

This has come.
It is marked "Most Urgent".

Mrs. Hudson, I can still see.

Are you all right, Mr. Holmes.

You know I wish I'd never
unlocked the door. No.

Well it's got a personal monogram.

That's an improvement.

This morning's mail was from
a fishmonger and a tidewaiter.

Well that's a fashionable
epistle indeed.

"My dear Sherlock Holmes"

"Lord Blackwater tells me that
I may place implicit reliance"

"upon your judgment
and discretion."

"Scotland Yard is already
acting in this matter"

"and there is no objection to you."

It's about that Lord
St. Simon wedding.

Yes dull, dull, dull.

Azure, 3 caltrops in
chief over a fess sable.

That's him alright.

It's Lord St. Simon, he's early.

Watson, I'm trying to sleep.

You know my methods.

Leave the door open.

Where is Holmes huh?

Mr. Holmes is indisposed, my Lord.

He has entrusted the
preliminaries to me.

I know his methods.

Very well.

Very well.

Apart from the distress
this has caused me.

You understand the delicacy?

Indeed.

Indeed.
Lord Blackwater said that

Mr. Holmes has handled
cases of this sort before

though hardly I imagine
from the same class of society.

He would in fact be descending.

Sir. On Mr. Holmes' last client
to the sort was a King.

Very well, Watson.

Huh, I had no idea.

Which King?

Well you can understand, my Lord

that he extends to the
affairs of other clients

the same secrecy, which
he's promised you in yours.

Of course.

How are we to find her sir?

How can she have disappeared?

Where is she?

I must have her back.

A woman obscured.

It was after the ceremony
outside the church

that first noticed that
something was wrong.

As you came out and not before?

No.

And as she came in?

She appeared a little apprehensive

but she looked quite lovely
and very happy.

If I remember rightly the newspapers
implied that Miss Miller was drunk

when she made the scene
at your front door.

As far as I could judge,
yes it was likely.

My Lord, would it be in order to ask
the nature of your relationship

with Miss Miller?

Yes. If somewhat naive
she was my mistress.

We parted some months ago.

I was I believe generous.

And that is when you met Miss Doran?

Before in fact. Miss Miller's drinking
had already led to some scenes.

She was becoming very unreliable.

Do you think...

Do you think Miss Miller's
the sort of person

to seek revenge on you
beyond embarrassing you a bit?

Drink affects people unpredictably.

But the chap at Scotland
Yard also believes

Miss Miller to be implicated
in Hettie's disappearance.

Hadn't you better answer
the door, sir?

What?

I know, I know Mr. Holmes,

but the circumstances are odd though.
I felt you should see this.

The woman was lady,
no doubt about it.

There was something about her,
compelling I call it most compelling.

Thank you Mrs. Hudson?

Never mind her clothes and her veil.

It was her voice. She was a lady

Did you say she wore a veil?

Yes sir.

Mrs. Hudson I have a-

faint, cold fear runs
through my veins.

Oh sir.

Would you put a match to the fire?

Of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Now Lord Robert,

If I were to mention
the names Maud and Helena to you,

would they mean anything?

Certainly they would.

They are names of the two women

to whom Lord Robert was
previously married.

Married?

You were married?

Forgive my friend's
surprise my Lord.

Why didn't you tell me?

You said you wanted to sleep.

Well I'm wide-awake now.

But your known.

Even celebrated as one of the most
eligible bachelors in the country.

I never chose to be
celebrated Mr. Holmes.

I have always been very
contented that

my marriages be kept
from the public gaze, Mr. Holmes.

Why?

They were not comfortable
experiences.

Hum, comfortable?

Painful indeed.

Painful?

That is what I said Mr. Holmes.

They have no bearing
on the matter in hand.

Would you oblige me then by
telling me how your marriages ended?

The first, ended in my wife's death.

The second by annulment.

I see.

And the grounds of the annulment.

It was annulled, Mr. Holmes.

Watson will you fetch Mrs. Hudson?

Mrs. Hudson?

Yeah.

I want you describe to me

the lady who delivered the note.
Thank you.

But I'll try, sir.

No you must do more than try
Mrs. Hudson. You must succeed.

Well...she...
look...look sir

On the other side of the street.
That's her.

Come, Watson.

Drive on.

Stop.

Stop. Stop.

Holmes.

Damn! Damn!

I despair.

What is it?

A tram tickets and an accounts book.

Its just figures. No address.

Lady Hettie gone. What
of Maude and Helena?

Out of the way, Mrs. Hudson.

Oh Doctor.

That play is Oscar Wilde
who makes it clear.

Something about losing a relative.

To lose, to lose one's parents.
May be considered unfortunate.

Yes, that's it. That's what the veiled
lady was trying to advise.

To lose one wife may be considered
unfortunate but to lose three?

Begins to look like carelessness.

Rank carelessness, Watson.

Freaky. Who is this woman?

I must read your
notes on Lord Robert.

Oh be reasonable, Watson, I will eat.

You're not Leaving this
room you need rest.

Rest? Well then you'll have to
interview Doran tomorrow morning.

All right.

The science of dreams.

What an undiscovered language.
Like our ancestors thought of them.

Prophetic. Yes you may look.

Precognisance.

This little book, we must wait
until it dries.

The woman with the veil.

She must be found.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.
Inspector Montgomery

I wonder if you could identify this.

I understand the young lady
was wearing her wedding dress

when she left the house.

Yes that's Hettie's wedding dress.

I'm grateful to you for your time.

Not at all. I've been told a visit
to Mr. Holmes.

Is always entertaining
if nothing else.

Leamington Spa? What's Lestrade doing
in Leamington Spa?

Taking the waters.

Oh sorry to see you laid up Mr. Holmes.
Must cramp your style no end.

Never mind. We've not been idle.

I've arrested Miss Flora
Miller for questioning.

But Miss Miller is playing
a leading role in the West End.

Why?

Flora Miller was seen at the wedding.
Then she came looking for the victim.

She attacked Lord Robert
and then she was seen

with Miss Doran shortly
after she left her house

but she'll tell us nothing
about it, nothing.

And there's this, Mr. Holmes.

"You know where to come as soon
as you can. I will wait all day."

And its signed "F.M."

Fairly conclusive wouldn't you say?

Where'd you find this?

In the pocket of the wedding dress.
You're looking at the wrong side.

I know what's on the other side.
Excuse me what is your name?

Montgomery.

Inspector.

Oh an inspector.

This is torn from a hotel bill.
Rooms 8 shillings, breakfast 2 and 6.

Cocktails a shilling, luncheon 2 and 6
a glass of sherry, 8 pence.

I have looked at that
there's nothing in it.

I know very few hotels
that would dare to charge

8 pence for a glass of sherry,
however inspector,

I would like to interview please,
Miss Miller.

You're welcome to her.

Good day Mr. Holmes,
Doctor Watson.

Inspector.

Oh and good luck.

Good luck to you.

The thought of a Lestrade
loose at Leamington Spa.

I do hope his wife went with him.

I need your hip flask
and a small bottle of gin.

Gin?

That hotel bill, the message,

it must have been passed some how
to Miss Doran in the church.

Question one, how?

Question two, by who?

Clearly by the person
she went to meet.

With the initials "F.M."

Flora Miller.

I wonder.

Mr. Holmes, the evidence is
looking increasingly good.

Against Miss Miller.

I now have this
gentleman's evidence.

May I introduce Mr. George Tidy?

How do you do sir?

He's the senior porter
at the Park Club.

He's prepared to testify that Miss
Miller took a shot with a pistol

at Lord St. Simon on the
night before his wedding.

If true, its most intriguing.

Oh it's true all right.

Oh it's true all right.

Mr. Tidy has the proof.

The bullet.

There.

A pocket gun wouldn't you say
but not Miss Miller's.

Not Miss Miller's?

No it's certainly not.

The gun is yet to be invented that
can shoot around corners, Inspector.

Well someone took a shot him.

Of course they did. Now, Mr. Tidy

who do you think attempted
this murder?

I've no idea sir, but there were
several other people about.

But I noticed that the door
of his Lordship's carriage

banged at the same time
as the gun went off.

But what really alerted me was
the chips coming out of the stone.

Well naturally after that I had to turn
and there she was,

Miss Miller I mean,
staring at me furious.

As though you thought it was she
who had fired the shot?

Very natural, however it was not.

Person or persons unknown.

And who the devil are you?

Miss Miller?

I am acutely aware
that you should not be here.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm Sherlock Holmes at your service.

Only service you could do me
is to be carrying a bottle.

Watson.

Well, well what an extraordinary

civilized citizen you
turn out to be then.

I am here to investigate
the disappearance of Lady St. Simon.

The child simply had
the common sense

to see what she was
letting herself in for.

And what was she
letting herself in for?

A life with Lord Robert St. Simon.

Can you describe what
that might entail?

I told the child all about it.

I can't quite remember.

It's been a long day.

I was very tired.

God knows what I said to her.

I don't remember.

"Dear Mr. Holmes"

"I Agnes Northcote being of
sound mind and body..."

You observed Miss Hettie
Doran leave the house,

you introduced yourself to her.

You walked together in the park.

You warned her against
Lord St. Simon.

Yes.

Did she try to defend
Sir Simon to you?

No.

Not at all?

All she said was thank you
that has decided me.

Oh, go on.

You took her back to the theatre
and sent out for some clothes?

Yes.

Had she money with her?

No, I bought the clothes and
I gave her a couple of sovereign.

That was very good of you.

Not at all. She told me her father
would reimburse it all.

She wrote a note to him for me.

Ah a note

Now can you tell me anything about
Lord St. Simon's previous marriages?

Nothing.

Nothing. I live for the present
and nothing else is a waste of time.

You know nothing about
his first wife's death?

Nothing.

The second marriage was annulled,
do you know why?

No.

Well, an annulment usually
takes place

when there's unfitness
in one of the partners.

Do you know what that might be?

No.

No? Nothing?

You're not permitted
to discuss anything?

No.

May I ask why?

Not any a man should
be worthy of such love.

Is it passion?

Fear?

Oh I see Miss Miller, it's both.

I apprise you I shall do my best
to see that you are released

from this nonsensical confinement.

Miss Miller?

I'll do it.

It is nearly ready.

You know the disappearance of
Doran's daughter

ought to be a simple matter.

It should solve itself
without further assistance.

But what about Lord Robert?

What has he done to
warrant three avenging angels,

witches?

Witches?

Well, a woman obscured.

Perhaps time is shaped.

We cannot dream the future.

Oh maybe the future is
all around us, I'm ready.

Coming.

It's a pity there's so little in this.
Just a few figures and initials.

No doubt you'll find more.

Oh look, it's like a delicate
membranes of a butterfly.

Oh the poor woman is destitute.

Destitute.

Ah there's rage on this page.
Look how she's torn the paper.

Oh what have we here?
A thread.

A seamstress?

Lace maker?

Web maker?

Ah she reads.

Bronte, Jane Austen and Sophocles.

Come in.

The woman with the veil, she's back.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Yes I am he. We've met before.

I am Agnes Northcote.

Miss Northcote,
what have you to say to me?

Before I can tell you that

I must know your connection
with Lord St. Simon.

None. Watson.

We are investigating his
wife's disappearance.

Oh you must not find her.

Such an edict requires justification.

No woman with a fortune
is safe from him, believe me.

Believe me.

Really? Well,
I'm afraid I am burdened

with a rational turn of mind,
I need proofs.

Miss Northcote, I need proofs.

I have no proofs.

Only my conviction
and experiences... not just my own.

Conviction well that's a luxury
that I have almost forgotten.

You clearly have much to
tell us Miss Northcote.

Please, please sit down.

I have about my sister.

Shall I tell you what happened to her?
That is why I came.

Helena was more alive
than anyone I've ever met.

She had her fortune, she was in
charge of her fate, as few women are,

until she met Lord Robert St. Simon.

He destroyed her, he took
her fortune, he married her,

and he destroyed her.

How?

He had her committed
to a mad house.

It required only the signature of
two doctors and the deed was done.

When was this? It could not happen
today, we have the Lunacy Act.

Oh, could it not?

Well, that's as maybe but the act
came too late for my sister

and when the Lunacy
Act became enforced,

he still had her put away.

People can't just be put away.

They can if you're uncle is a Duke.

If you're handsome and plausible
under the terms of your precious act.

I demanded that conditions of
her confinement were inspected.

So they were. A small but learned
committee went to Glaven eventually.

Helen.

Knowing what they wanted to find
and of course they found it.

Charmed by the
compassionate Lord Robert

who had kept his wife,
a profoundly depressed person.

Once beautiful now sadly destructed

in conditions that can only be
wondered at for their cleanliness,

they're orderliness,
their quality of nursing and so on.

Only one thing was amiss,
it was not my sister.

Helena was not mad.

It was not her.

He'd hired someone.

Flora Miller.

Robert!

It was not my sister.

It was not her.

And where is she now?

I went to Glaven myself.

I had to find the truth.

My reward was this.

Miss Northcote?

Did you discover the truth?

No.

I did not know how to.

I was blind with anger and grief.

I have no recollection
of even how I got there.

I only know that I
found myself one day

walking through the gates
of that accursed place.

I was left in part of the wood
where the animals are kept

so it might look as though
I had been attacked by one of them

after ignoring notices not to.

I was found by some cottagers
and kept alive.

I would thank you to find out
whether my sister was alive or not.

I only live a half-life
for not knowing.

Nothing seems to break
the gray cycle I live in.

Nothing I do.

Nothing.

I walk the streets at night,

looking for danger.

Sometimes I think
I'm asking the world to hurt me,

so I can feel alive.

Good God,
what else may I've dreamt?

The laundry?

Miss Northcote will you
satisfy me upon one point?

If I can.

You're meanderings,
nocturnal meanderings,

do they ever take you
past the Park Club?

Lord St. Simon was shot at

on the night before his wedding,
that was you?

Couldn't bear to see
another life destroyed.

Lord Robert's wife

first wife, was murdered.

Murdered?

She also had a fortune.
She was robbed and killed

shortly after their
honeymoon in France.

By Who?

A man called Thomas Floutier.

Was he convicted?

Yes but he escaped,

and where is he now?

Where do you think he is?

Any idea?

Glaven.

No I don't know...
I don't know. I have no proof.

Just the strength
of your convictions.

Yes.

Miss Northcote.
I'm afraid the sound of your shot-

never reached the ears
of our noble bachelor.

The thrice married Lord St. Simon.

I cannot expect you to understand
how much I envy you.

A delight it must be

to face an opponent of some worth.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Hudson?

Is he really going to help?

Oh yes.

He already is.

I was in the church

Weren't we my sweetness,

I smuggled Bella in.

She was as good as gold.

Did anything occur?

Oh nothing occurred out of
the ordinary. I'll assure you.

Please try to remember.

Oh yes, sweet little Hettie
dropped her bouquet you know.

And had it picked up for her.

Dropped her bouquet.

He was quite an attractive,
the one who picked it up I mean.

One of the Doran's I suppose.

He looked American at any rate.

Thank you.

Ewart!.

You don't I suppose have
another heiress up your sleeve?

Damn you, Callahan.

The newspapers you see

reported a scene of disgusting vulgarity
on your father-in-law's doorstep.

I wonder how you'll
explain that to him?

Doran doesn't think me an innocent.
He accepted my story.

It was clear to everyone
that Miss Miller was drunk.

And managed to obtain from my
partners a temporary stay of execution.

That's all, a day or two,
you must have proof

Proof of what for God's sake?

Proof that the Californian goose

remains willing to lay its golden
eggs at Glaven, that's all.

Nothing was jeopardized that.
Nothing.

No of course not.

What about Miss Miller? If she's
capable of a scene like that...

What else is she capable of? I hope
she has nothing else to reveal.

Trust me.

Not an inch my Lord.

I just discovered Mr. Francis
Hay Moulton is in room 26.

An American gentleman whose wife
only joined him yesterday.

His initials are...

F.H.M., F.M.

Ah excuse me

One moment please sir.

And how can I assist you sir?

How much is a glass of sherry?

That would be 8.

Thank you.

I personally promise Mr. Moulton

that you will both be free
to return to California.

It will be as if you're wife
had never entered that church.

How did you find us?

That is unimportant.

If I may give you my opinion,

I think there's been a little
too much secrecy already.

May I speak to Mrs. Moulton?

Not before you tell
who the devil you are.

We're been engaged by
Lord St. Simon to find his wife.

Mr. Moulton, her father
will take it very hard.

I think that she did not
communicate with him.

But she did damn it, she did.

And yes the note from Flora Miller
he would have received it by now.

Good. Her father
never approved of me.

Oh really.

You see up in the Gulf Shores...

Surely these are explanations
for her father.

You made criticism of Henrietta's
duties towards her father

if you'll hear me out.

I promised old man Doran, I'd
go away and not trouble Henrietta

until I'd made my way

but we got married in
secret before I went.

Then I was reported dead

up in the high northwest

so Henrietta told him then
about our secret marriage.

He sent someone out to check
I was dead like they said.

That man never found me

so Henrietta gave me up for dead.

And so Mr. Francis Harry Moulton
presumably you have made your way.

I'm in hotels, sir.

Hotels? Really? Really...

How much do you charge
for a glass of sherry?

The same as this hotel, 8 pence.

Robert.

Robert.

Flora.

My darling.

It's too late Robert.

I told the child everything.

Anyway Lord St. Simon may as well

of saved his money
from employing you.

Why do you say that?

Because Henrietta
has gone to see him.

I wish she had not done that.

Hello Hettie my darling.

Where have you been?
Where you'd disappear to?

Where is she? Where is your wife?

You're my wife.

I don't know what I am anymore.

What are you saying?

Robert why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Everything.
Everything about your wives.

It's the past.

Unimportant.

I don't want to relive the past.

The past is dead.

You, you are the future.

Where is she? Your wife.

I have only you. My darling
the marriage was annulled.

Have you been talking to
Flora Miller? I know you have.

Oh my darling. I beg you
not to listen to that woman.

She is a drunk, she has no
sense of decency or truth left.

Where is Lady Helena now?

How should I know?

Being cared for.

Do you care for her Robert?

I pay for her care.

Seeing her is too painful.

The poor creature is afflicted with
self-persecution and

instilled with delusions
every time I have been...

The authorities have asked
me not to go anymore.

The authorities?

Is she alive Robert?

What are you saying?

I don't believe you.

I believe Flora Miller.

I believe what she told me
and it makes me to think it.

And I thought she was a drunk

just another drunk but
it didn't mean anything.

You took Lady Helena away from
a private hospital,

you took her away, where is she,
Robert? And brought her here...

It's no good damn it!

Oh God, what does it matter?

Why did the murderer of
your first wife escape Robert?

Why did the murderer of your first
wife escape? Where to?

Do you have a servant here Robert?

Is his name Thomas Floutier?

Quit! What do you think
you could do?

For God's sake.

When... when I let you go.

Hettie, Hettie,
what I did I did for you.

With you the world changed.

Hettie, Hettie you must believe me,
say you believe me.

Never. Not this side of hell.

Very well.

That's it.

It's over.

Yes.

Yes.

It's Floutier the man
who works for me here.

Amongst other things, he looks
after the needs of Lady Helena.

It may give you some satisfaction
to know that your stubbornness-

will be the inevitable cause
of her death now.

Yours too of course.

Floutier will arrange
an accident for you.

Money will revert to me.

And after a suitable
period of mourning,

I'll leave.

And you think Pa would let you
just walk off with my money?

You can't argue with the law.

You're my wife.

No, I'm not.

What do you think happened
to me in the church Robert?

When I dropped my bouquet,

I saw the man I married.

A ghost. I thought he was dead.

But that's where I've been.

With my husband.

Empty rooms.

The scent.

Thomas Floutier.

Watson, take care of her.

How I've waited.

How I've cried again and again
in the darkness for this moment.

I know.

I know.

Who are you?

Emissaries of your sister Agnes.

Tell me.

How did you do it?

I spent seven long years insuring
the chapel's utter instability.

Any attempt I made to
escape was thwarted

so I recreated the entrance,

brick by brick, timber by timber.

I made a science of instability

and I succeeded.

Seven years.
It was unique in my experience

to serve a sentence
before committing the crime.

Nurse?

And so it was that we discovered
the true Mistress of Glaven.

A woman so far from madness
who had survived so...no...

who had so triumphantly,

triumphantly survived
7 years of captivity

that Holmes was pleased to call her
one of the finest minds

he had ever encountered.

In meeting her I believe Holmes
solved the riddle of his dreams.

It only troubles him now

in so far as he cannot deny
the possibility that it was prophetic.

The new owner of Glaven was none
other than Lady Helena St. Simon.

Lady Helena wisely decided to sell it
and redeem the mortgages upon it.

I cannot conceive
of a happier prospect

than to imagine Glaven restored
for the enjoyment of the Moulton's

and their future family.

How dare you.

How dare you make a
record of this case.

Rec... no, no, no, no.
I'm merely answering an invitation

to another seminar.

Really?

Well be quick, we leave in an hour.

What for?

For heavens sake, what's
in the performance?