All language subtitles for Sherlock.and.Daughter.S01E01.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH[EZTVx.to]

Good morning Mr Holmes.

- Constable, a list! Every
arrival and departure

front door and back, since 6pm
yesterday evening.

At once,
if you please.

- Good morning, Bullivant.
Chief Inspector

Whitlock, you did very well
to call me so quickly.

- Good Lord.

- The kidnappers took the boy
from his bedroom.

Got as far as this hallway, but
a maid stopped him.

They battered her but
left the child.

- Right. I need to examine the
window at the back of the house

through which the intruders
entered.

My sympathies by the way
for having to

work all night, Chief Inspector
Whitlock.

- How could you possibly
know that?

- Well it hasn't rained since
4 o'clock this morning and both

your coats are still rather
damp especially along the trim.

And though you've wiped most of
the garden mud from off your

shoes, the knees of your
trousers still show evidence of

wet grime encountered whilst
climbing across a window sill.

I'll interview the child
and talk to

the maid when she's fully
recovered.

- The Italian ambassador.

The ambassador can
wait. I'll go and see the boy.

- The boy is very frightened.

- Well he'll be even more
frightened if on

the next attempt the kidnappers
succeed.

Thank you, Inspector Bullivant.

Hello.

What's your name boy?

- Roberto. Or Robert when we're
in England where Mama is from.

- When you awoke what
did you see?

- Two men looking down at me.

- How were they dressed?

- In black, I think it was dark.

- Did you see their faces?

- I can't remember. I was
grabbed very quickly.

- Do you remember anything
about these men?

They spoke English.

With my accent?

More like
Mr. McGregor's.

Mr. McGregor is
our butler from Scotland.

- Where did you get this?

- I don't know.

Ow!

- You're hurting him.

- I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

- Holmes?

- I can't take this case.

- What? But you haven't
seen the window.

Or spoken to the maid.

- Nor do I need to.

I assure you Inspector Bullivant

is fully capable of solving
the mystery.

- But Mr. Holmes, the foreign

minister specifically requested
that you...

- I Must reserve my efforts for
more successful crimes.

- You cannot walk off again.

He's the Italian
bloody ambassador.

- Mr. Holmes, the names you

wanted. Everyone in and
out since 6pm.

- Keep it! Add me to the list!

- Don't get many of you folks
in Manhattan no more.

- Hey, Lady! If you're
headed to the wharf,

the back door's closer.
We can help.

- Thanks, but I'm
looking for the

ticket offices for the
passengerships.

- Going there ourselves.

We can drop you off.
Shrimpy, help the lady.

- Oh.

- This way.

- No thanks. I got it.

- I'm Cooper by the way.

- Amelia. Amelia Rojas.

Pleasure to make your
acquaintance, Amelia.

First time in New York?

- Yeah, just for the night.
From California.

- Long way, ain't it? For a girl
to come on her own?

- You'd be amazed
what you can do

when you don't have a choice.

Wait, Where?

- Drop the bag and I won't
slice up your face.

- It's only dresses. See.

- You came a long way to die.

- How much for a ticket to
London on the Stella? One way?

- Steerage is thirty dollars.
You got thirty dollars?

- No, I was just robbed.

but maybe we can make
some sort of trade.

- You want to make my
day more fun?

- How about something
more valuable?

My mother was an inventor.

These are blueprints
for a machine

that boils milk and stores
it in bottles.

- Why would anyone want that?

- It keeps milk fresher for
longer so you

can travel with it on
trains or ships.

- What? No magic beans?

Here, let me see.

Homemade dresses. Indian
trinkets.

Ten a penny. Now, huh,
what's this?

Aha not bad.

- A killer used this knife to
murder someone.

It's not for sale.

Oh, um, that...

That was my mother's. It has
her picture on the inside.

I can't trade that watch.

- Guess we're done then.

- Wait, wait. wait.

Just give me time to copy
her portrait.

Will that be okay? Please.

- The ship sails in two hours.

You don't put that watch in my
hand as you board, well then,

enjoy New York. Get on.

- Missed his breakfast
this morning,

so I'm serving
it after dark.

How is it this evening?

- In a right strop.

- Mrs. Halligan, this egg
is overcooked.

We've had this conversation
before.

- Sorry, Mr Holmes, but last
time you said it was too runny.

-To accompany toast, soldiers.
A single egg must

be boiled for four minutes
and 12 seconds,

unless, of course, it
is an ostrich

egg, which I do not believe
to be the case.

- I told you, sir, when my
husband agreed we should help

with this crisis of my sister
and Dr. Watson's kidnapping,

but I'd only ever worked as a

housekeeper, and my kitchen
skills were limited.

- But you can tell the time can
you not? You can use a ruler.

You can recollect basic
instructions.

- Four minutes, 12 seconds
to boil the egg,

three-quarters of an

inch by one-and-a-quarter
inch for soldiers.

- Quiet. So find me someone
who can

follow these simple orders,
please.

Wait! What are you doing?

- Closing the curtains. It's
pitch dark outside, sir.

- Do not close my curtains.
Please.

- Will there be anything
else, sir?

- No, Mrs. Halligan. Good night.

Lamp in
window tonight to show

you will observe the thread.

Or Watson and Hudson will
pay like your maid.

I saw you drawing earlier.
May I see?

- It just sketches.

- I promise not to take up too
much of your time.

- Sure.

Uh...

-Oh, but these are amazing.

The pictures of my parents,
they're beautiful.

It must be so wonderful to be
so good at something.

- It must be wonderful to have
such beautiful dresses.

- Mama and I have to look
good for Papa.

He's to be the new
United States

ambassador to the court of
St. James in London.

Where I don't know a soul.

Well, Lady Violet, but I'd
hardly consider her a friend.

Do you know anyone in London?

-A gentleman who lives
on Baker Street.

He doesn't know me.

- How mysterious.

Well, perhaps you can
meet people at

the ball my father's
throwing at me.

- Your father's throwing
you a ball?

-To celebrate my official
debut into society.

Afterwards, some duke or
lord will marry me

in exchange for some of
Grandpa's gold mines.

- Sounds more like a market
than a dance

- It's not very romantic,
but Lady Violet

says it's what every young
heiress wants.

The lady trains young ladies to

be worthy of aristocratic
husbands.

- Is that your mother?

Yes, that's Mama.

- Is she on board?

- No, she couldn't
make the trip.

- mThat picture of my parents is

amazing. I'm sure Papa would
buy it from you.

- Excuse me, Clara. Is this
girl bothering you?

- Why, no, Lady Violet, she--

- She should be in steerage.

- Well, I've become very good
friends with Amelia Rojas.

- Charmed

- Clara.

- For your parents.

- Thank you, Amelia. Perhaps
we'll see you at dinner?

- So, will you be joining us
at Captain's Table?

- I thought I'd have them
deliver the quail to my cabin.

- Get back below deck
where you belong.

And if I see you again
before we

disembark, you will finish this
voyage in the brig.

Mind yourself, Madam.

- Amelia! Amelia!

There you are!

I wanted to find you after
dinner, to say thank you

for the picture
you drew of my parents.

- Oh, it was my pleasure.

- Um, Clara, darling?

You should not think we're
from different classes.

I don't believe in that.

You should feel free
to call on us.

- Well, but if I don't
see you again,

have a great time in London.

- You too, Amelia.

You too.

Walk on!

-Can I get anything for this?

Thank you.

- Papers!
- Get your papers!

- Lavender! Would you like some?

- No, thanks.

Come get your papers, madam.

Here you go.

remains found of servant
of Sherlock Holmes

The mortal remains of a woman
who washed ashore at

Bermondsey, have been identified
as Mariah Malloy,

servant recently in the employ
of Sherlock Holmes.

Ahem!

No loitering.
You know the rules.

- Um, no.

No, I don't.

Sorry.

New in town.

- Find your customers
elsewhere, dearie.

This is a public park.

- Oh, I'm not.

Excuse me, how dare you?

I have business here.

- On a park bench, with who?

Sherlock Holmes.

- Right.

And after you have
tea with him,

you can play marbles with her
majesty at the palace.

- I just might do that.

- Eh.

Off you go.

Come on.

Off you go.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Mr. Holmes is not receiving
today.

I advise you to write him rather
than attempt tpo gain enterance

without invitation.

Good day.

- Where the hell have you been?

Come in quick.

We're almost out of time.

Oh, I thought the agency
wouldn't send anyone else.

Put your bag down.

Do you have your uniform?

- No.

We could have fit two of you
into the last one's gear.

It'll have to do until Mrs.
finds you better.

Pull it over your head.

Hurry!

Mrs.

This is

- Amelia.

- I don't care if you're the
Queen of Sheba, girl.

If you ain't on time tomorrow,
it's out the door you go

like the three girls will
cave before you.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, ma'am.

We're shorthanded

So you'll be expected to cook
as well as clean.

- Okay.

- I beg your pardon.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Don't just stand there.

He'll want his full English
in 15 minutes.

Some people cannot take
no for an answer.

- The Mrs. isn't a bad
sort, really.

Just don't let her down.

Make the gentleman a good
breakfast now.

Wow.

- Enter!

- Sorry.

First day.

Where do you want it?

- On the table.

Get it? While it's hot.

- The lid.

- Sorry.

- I shall not like
this to escape.

May I ask who you are?

- Amelia. I'm Amelia Rojas.

- But you're not the new
scullery maid, am I correct?

- No, that's not why
I came here.

- Your voice identifies
you as American

from the West based
on your boots,

fallen on hard times, given
their former qualities.

Your former quality and current
decrepitude

newly arrived, judging by the
scent of cheap pine

and ship's wax, as used in
stearage and from California.

Your belt buckle is indicative

of the jewellery metalwork
of the area.

- Elementary.

for Sherlock Holmes.

- You also have no experience
whatsoever.

as a domestic, nor any
culinary aptitude.

- Mr. Holmes, I can explain.

My mother and I lived a long
way from nowhere.

At night, she would read
stories from the paper

about your cases.

And she told me that if I
ever needed help,

I should find you.

-m Well, I'm sorry.

Not only can I not help you,

these days I cannot even
help myself.

- Is everything satisfactory,
sir?

No! No, Mrs. Halligan,
everything is not satisfactory.

In future, kindly take the
references of any employee

before allowing them to poison
me in my own study.

Pay Miss Rojas one week's
wages in advance,

terminate her employment
forthwith, and show her out.

And take this, this,
look at this.

Miserable excuse for
breakfast with you. Thank you.

- My mother said you were
a great man.

She must have been mistaken.

- Hey, Mr. Holmes, I told him
you wasn't receiving

what the chief inspector
insisted.

- I apologize for interrupting
your breakfast, sir.

Paul Anderson, newly appointed
U.S. ambassador

to the Court of St. James.

My wife Marjorie.

Mr. Holmes, we arrived
yesterday.

This morning we woke to find
my daughter missing.

- You must help us. Clara
is missing?

- Clara is missing?

- How do you know the name
of our daughter?

- I'll show you.

- Extraordinary.

- From what I know of these
cases, Mr. Holmes,

there's no time to lose. Will
you please help us?

- I must attend Her Majesty
the Queen at noon,

as incoming ambassador.

- We would like to tell Her
Majesty

that you are assisting us.

May the ambassador do that.

- I was on the ship.

I drew a picture of you two
and gave it to Clara,

but I kept my one of
her for myself.

- You're the girl from the ship.

The one Clara told us about.

And look, here she is, working
for Mr. Holmes,

It's a sign, an answered prayer.

- Very well.

You may tell Her Majesty I will
examine the crime scene.

- Bring your maid. She knows
her, Clara.

She may be able to help.

- Carry this

Do not touch anything and
definitely do not speak.

Repeat my commands.

- But you just told me
not to speak.

Thank
you for coming, Mr. Holmes.

Can you offer a
summary of events

leading to the discovery

young Clara had gone missing?

- I retired early, our first
night ashore.

A maid brought Clara
Coco at nine

and returned in the morning to
wake her just after 7 a.m.

Clara wasn't in her room.

She reached the house, the
grounds, nothing.

My wife and I were sleeping
next door.

She didn't hear anything.

- There was no demand for
her ransom?

- Not yet.

Thank you.

- Would you please wait
downstairs with your wife?

Inspector Bullivant, gather
the servants.

I shall interview them
presently.

Bag

- That's Clara's, all right.

- You appear to have the
memory span

of a goldfish, I said
no speaking.

- Well, but I've seen Clara
and you haven't.

That's the right color and
length for me.

- Listen and learn so that your
long trip is not entirely wasted

and one day you may be able
to tell your children

that you studied with the great
Sherlock Holmes.

Now the first principle
of deduction...

- Is that each possibility must
be considered and eliminated,

last to remain, no matter how
improbable is the truth.

So you have read Watson's
sentimental little stories.

Well, a parrot may recite
even Shakespeare.

Nota Bene. this room
has three exits.

- Door and windows.

No, Clara's not the type of girl
to go jumping out of windows.

I see two candles.

- Yes.

One left by the maid last
night, burnt to the nub.

The other is...

- Lit by whoever came
for Clara.

- Whom? Whom ever?

Can you identify your
mysterious intruder?

- Well, there were constables
guarding the grounds

and there's no sign of
forced entry.

An insider.

- The cheap brass variety often
employed by those below stairs.

So your servant kidnapper
came in

with a candle but left
in darkness?

- Maybe he had his hands full.

- Don't touch.

- It's tobacco.

- Yes. From the fingers
of the carrier.

Watson once tested me
blindfold and

I was able to identify
17 tobaccos

from smell alone.

Now, this one I can't
quite get.

- I can.

- Well, do not leave me
in suspense.

- It's California's finest
chawing tobacco.

It has a disgustingly
strong smell.

And it reminds me of
something... something...

- Something American.

Laudanum?

- Clara was drugged and carried
out unconscious.

Mr. Holmes, are you all right?

- I've finished my examination
and must leave.

- Well, we were just getting
somewhere.

- mThere is no "we".

- You offered to help find
their daughter.

- I said I would visit the crime
scene and I have done so.

For now we must withdraw.

- Well, like you said, there
is no "we".

My mother didn't raise
me to quit

or to leave without saying
goodbye.

So I'll apologize to
them for you.

- As you like. Good day.

Don't tell
me I've been waiting on you.

Where's Holmes?

He's still upstairs.

- No.

He had to rush out.

- What could possibly be more
important than this kidnapping?

- It was in connection to
a clue he found.

And he left me behind to follow
up with the servants.

- In that case?

- We have had no time to hire
staff, but...

Cassie has been a cook with the
American Embassy for years.

Impeccable references.

- The poor girl is right.

as ninepence last when

I brought her cocoa last
night. I swear.

- No one is blaming you, Cassie.

Was anyone with you when
you made the cocoa?

- The coachman. He has a supper
by the fire.

the coach house
is ever so draughty.

- And did you leave the room

before taking the
cocoa to Clara?

- Only to attend Mrs Anderson.

you rang for a hot
water jar

- Indeed I did.

The window in our room was

carelessly left open. We
were freezing.

- I was only gone for
five minutes.

And Charlie was there
the whole time.

- Was he?

How long has Charlie worked at
the ambassador's house?

- Only recent.

- But he was our driver
in America.

We sent him over a month early
to help get things ready for us.

- And he's a truly nice
young man.

Well, only one or two
odd habits.

- Like chewing tobacco.

- Only in the coach house.

I make him spit out the
tobacco before he comes inside

- Could I speak to Charlie,
please?

- Fetch him, Cassie. But don't
say what it's about.

- Allow me.

- Miss...

- Rojas.

- Have you worked for Mr
Holmes' long?

I mean, were you on our
ship returning

from some secret mission
on his behalf?

- I'm sorry. I can't answer
that question.

- I see.

Well then, as a fellow American,
let me be blunt.

Chief Inspector Whitlock
advised

me not to hire Sherlock Holmes.

He said in recent weeks
that even Dr Watson,

who has been his

friend for years, has
abandoned him.

And that your employer's work
had become erratic, unsound.

- And not to frighten you,
but the police

also said that recently his
maid was murdered.

And he will do nothing to aid
in the inquiries.

- If anyone in London can find

Clara, I promise you
it's Mr Holmes.

He will find your daughter.

And he will not give up
until he has.

- Charlie's gone now. So is your
carriage and horses.

- What?

- Here's your bag from upstairs.

Was that all you have
in the world?

- That's all I need.

- Your week's wages.

- At least take this. It's just

bread and cheese and a
pickled onion.

- Thanks for your hospitality.

Oh, and please let Mr Holmes
know that I solved his case.

- Perhaps you should tell Mr
Holmes yourself.

Mr and Mrs Halligan now will

require nothing further
this evening.

So...

Off with no farewell.

- You made it clear you didn't
want me here.

And you don't care anything
about finding Clara.

- Of course I want to
find the girl.

What did you learn?

- Clara was kidnapped by Charles

Holroyd, the ambassador's
coachman.

I saw him at the ship when he
collected the Andersons.

I remembered that he spat back
right in front of my feet.

The same awful smell as was
on the candle holder.

And he's gone off with the
ambassador's coach and horses.

And according to Cassie
the cook,

Charlie was the only one
other than her

who could have put laudanum
in the cocoa

done when she took a hot water
jar up to the Andersons' room

because it was cold last night,

and someone left the
window open.

- Do you know where he is now,
this Charlie the coachman?

- Not yet.

- Hardly case clothes
then, is it?

Besides, I still have
questions.

- Such as?

- Such as who are you?

You've studied my method, you've
infiltrated my home,

you've ingratiated yourself with
the ambassador's family.

Who sent you?

- My mother.

- For what reason? Explain.

- That's what I came here to do.

- Then wait no longer.

- It was a few months ago.

Mama was finishing drawing up
a self-propelled float

before an annual parade they
had on Los Angeles.

So she asked me to deliver her
designs and collect her fee.

- Be careful in the city.

Stop at the store and make sure

there are plums on your
way home.

- Did you perform these tasks?

- Yes, it took me three days.

- This trip already seems
endless and I assume you return.

- Mom, I'm home. I had to wait
and leave once.

The store wasn't open when I...

When I first got there.

Got there.

My mother always told me that if
anything should happen to her,

that I should take this picture
out of its frame

and put it with her scrapbook.

There was a note for
me on the back.

My darling, Amelia.

If you are reading this,
then I am gone

without telling you the truth
about your father.

I always said he was an explorer
who died before you were born.

This is the only lie I ever told
you and I am sorry for it.

Your true father is Sherlock
Holmes.

Go to London.

Find him.

Sherlock will help you now.

No mother could ever be more
proud of her daughter.

I love you always, Mom.

Her name was Lucia Rojas.

- Well, it probably goes
without saying

the name Lucia Rojas means
absolutely.

Nothing to me.

- That's not true.

You're...

You're my father.

- Unfortunately, you are not
the first nor in

all probability the last to
make such a claim.

I havenever even
been to California.

Bye, Miss Rojas.

- Wait. Please.

You never went to California.

But Mama came here. To London.

She... she performed
in the Wild

West show and helped design
its scenery.

- I've no idea what you
expect this drawing to prove,

but you can strike
paternity from the list.

If your mother did regale
you with

these stories, I'm sure
she meant well.

Perhaps she read some of the
lurid accounts of my cases in

the American penny Dreadfuls
and imagined a liaison.

- My mother was no dreamer. She
sent me here to find you.

She said that you would
know what to do.

But it appears that you no
longer care about anything.

- What am I supposed to
care about?

- About why my mama was
murdered and

who would do such a terrible
thing?

- Miss Rojas, my condolences.

I'm sure your mother was in her
way a remarkable woman and I

hope much less trouble than
you seem to be.

- The great Sherlock Holmes

I'll solve Mama's murder myself.

And while I'm at it, I'll find
Clara Anderson too.

With or without you.

- Wait!

Wait.

To be clear, I do not believe

for a minute you are
my offspring.

By putting that aside for
the moment, I

do find myself in need
of an assistant.

And from what I have seen
on your first

day in my employ, you are
a passable artist.

An eager and intelligent
pupil with

a surprisingly good open-handed
slap.

Please, take a seat.

Clara Anderson's kidnapping
is a crime

in which I may not visibly
involve myself.

But you, a girl, you'll arrived
in the city and like most

Americans fond of asking far
too many questions,

could go where I cannot.

Provided you are
truly interested

in learning my methods.

- If you have
something to teach.

- I do.

But under some non-negotiable
conditions.

- Those would be.

You will only undertake tasks
I set for you.

You will follow my instructions
to the letter. You will tell

no one what you are doing
and you will report only to me.

And perhaps the skills you learn
may later be employed to

investigate the murder
of your mother.

In the meantime, to avoid
suspicion,

you will remain in your
current position.

Scullery made and cook at two
pounds per month. Agreed?

- Okay then.

When do we start on
finding Clara?

- Tomorrow morning.

Do you have anything
else to say?

- If my mother said so.

Then I am your daughter.

- Just help me crack the case.

- Sorry to leave you here,

but others will be here
very soon.

And you won't be alone.

Hear that?

They're still alive.

They've been here for weeks.

Please don't be any trouble,
Clara.

The other men who watch
this place,

well, they're not as
nice as me.

I have to close the lid now.

If I were you, I'd just
try to sleep.