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- When this despicable band of
thieves and murderers commit

crimes at which they forbid
my interference,

they leave behind a signal.
Or else

Watson or Mrs. Hudson
could well die.

But you could go where
I cannot.

- Can't find his wife's

jewel box.

I hear the

gems is worth a palace.

- Why kidnap Clara before you've
stolen from me?

Please do not
tell my parents.

Don't tell your
parents how you planned your

own kidnapping and stole your
mother's jewels.

I am dealing with a vast
criminal syndicate

of unbridled reach, even
inside the police.

- They�re bringing �er
right out, sir.

- Thank you, Constable.

Congratulations on your rapid
apprehension of this coachman

who kidnapped the American
ambassador's daughter.

The jewels on his person did
the criminal confess?

- No, sir, but he'll eventually
tell us all.

Sent him off to Newgate.

- But we kept the girl close.

No. No, no, no, no.

No. I'm not going anywhere

with that man. Take me
back to my cell.

Here, here,
young lady.

Be grateful you have a
benevolent employer.

That's willing to be personally
liable for your behaviour?

You're sure she's worth
the trouble, sir?

- Well, the girl has her

faults, but

domestics are very difficult
to train,

and I hate the thought
of having to

start all over again with
someone new.

I'm sure the girl will
calm down

once she returns to
the kitchen.

- Usually work, sir.

- I'm going back to Baker Street

and getting my things
and leaving.

- Very well. On your current
heading, it'll take

approximately 131 days to
reach your destination,

depending on the schedules of
various trains and steamers and

the probability of good weather
in the South Java Sea.

- Are you saying that I'm going
in the wrong direction?

- Not wrong, merely eccentric.
If you're open to a journey, a

briefer than circumnavigating
the globe,

you could step into this cab
with which I came to rescue you.

- Rescue me? I wouldn't need
rescuing

if you hadn't abandoned me.

- I didn't abandon you. I
had to leave to

prevent the police from
recognising. Come along.

Maybe the coffin
factory was meant to

burn. Have you ever thought
about that?

And what thanks do I get for
Clara?

I'm threatened,
accused, arrested,

as if you and only you

can decide when a
criminal is caught.

- Not through the front door.

Blow it out your bottom.

- Good heavens!

- A message for you, sir.

Not now Halligan.

- You may pack your possessions,
but you may not leave. You've

been released into
mine custody.

- I will not spend another

night in this

house with your insufferable
smugness.

- Key! The key!

Never mind.

- Excuse
me, Mr. Holmes

It's an urgent message in
need of a reply.

- Read it to me then. A.A.
Templeton Insurance Co, NY USA.

- Request to immediately engage
your services, locating jewels

stolen from U.S. Ambassador
London. Stop.

Favourable terms expenses
a �500 bonus if

jewels were recovered or claimed
legitimate.

Grateful for your prompt reply.

Stop. Albert Templeton,
President.

- My response to Mr. A
Templeton,

regret must decline. Stop.

Present engagements preclude.
Stop.

Good help, hard to find. Stop.

Amelia! Amelia, if you
do not open this

door at once, I will knock
it down. Amelia!

Amelia, very well!

- Sir! A person of your station
and reputation should not drag a

young scullery maid and
throw her out on the street!

Well, I beg you, sir.
Let me do it.

- Mrs. Halligan. I have this
completely under control.

- Consider your honor, sir!

- And I would urge you to
consider the life of your

sister, still the rightful
owner of this house.

Now, to rescue Mrs. Hudson and
Dr. Watson, I would instantly

trade my honour, my reputation
and my good fortune.

And yours too, if it came to it.
Now, saving Mrs. Hudson's life

requires me to enter this room.

So if Amelia does not
immediately

open this door, I will
knock it down.

However ill-used you feel,
I took you

from the street when you
had nowhere to go.

I employed you, I fed you, and
you have repaid me for these

kindnesses by refusing to
follow my instructions

in a manner that has put my
closest friends beyond reach.

- Then why free me from the
police then? If I destroyed a

plan that you never shared with
me, I'm an ingrate.

You say we're not related, that
my mother is a liar?

- Well, you insist we are bound
by blood. But first you can tell

me how we are tied together
by this.

- Why is this red thread so
important to you?

- Because this is the signal I
told you about. The signature of

the criminal syndicate
responsible for

the kidnapping of my friends,
a red thread,

which they leave tied to
something at the scene of every

crime they would forbid me
to investigate.

- There is a red thread like
this in Clara's room.

- Yes.

- And that's why you left.

- Yes. You have another. Which
means you're either connected to

the red thread or else you found
it somewhere. Which is it?

- It involves my
mother's murder.

- How? After all, this is a
crime you have insisted I should

help you solve. Well, now I
am so disposed.

Speak. Tell me everything.

As I recall, you were absent
during the attack, delivering

designs for a parade float
to Los Angeles.

Was anything missing
on your return?

- I didn't notice right away
that they took several map cases

filled with mama's mechanical
drawings.

Surprising because many of
them were very old.

Indeed. And
where was the red thread?

In the most
terrible place.

Tied to this.

The murder

weapon. Wise of you to keep it?

And then?

I held on to her for
a while.

I don't know how long ago.

- Of course. Of course you did.
Was her body warm to the touch?

- It was cold. Stiff.

- So, Rigamortis established but
not dissipated. Her death was

four to twelve hours
before your return,

so there is nothing you could
have done to prevent it.

Were you able to identify
the number of attacks?

I counted the hooves
of four horses. They disappeared

at the river. And the footprints
it all went away.

- So I thought out,
premeditated.

What did you do next?

- I buried her.

What is this picture?

It was her favorite
photograph. Then

the time she worked on the
Wild West show.

And this is the letter
I read to

you where she says you're
my father.

- Yes. Wild West show, the most

celebrated theatrical event
of the 19th century.

There, there.

Here. Here.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss.

Your mother's murder proves
the syndicate

behind the red thread is even
larger than I feared.

They are able to reach
across the world.

Why do they require such
size and scope?

Crime or crimes are they
hoping to commit?

What does your mother's death
have to do with it?

It appears her murder and
the kidnappings

are connected to a much greater
enterprise.

Let's talk about our
plan for today.

Fortunately, we still have two
living links to the red thread,

namely Clara Anderson and
Charlie the coachman.

Now I must merely do the
impossible and visit Charlie in

prison without alerting anyone
to my presence.

And you must follow up with
your friend, Clara.

- My friend?

Clara is a thief and a liar. She
stole from her own mother.

She's letting a man rot
in jail for

kidnapping her when she
willingly went with him.

- But Charlie did kidnap her.

Clara planned a fake abduction
unless she believed that she was

expecting to spend her honeymoon
in a coffin.

I'd say her elopement misfired
in a spectacular fashion.

And like us, the red thread
are fully aware of her

vulnerabilities and
one day will

probably extort her for their
own purposes.

We cannot afford for her
misdeeds to become public

knowledge to be severed from us.

- Well, I'm sure Clara thinks
she got away with everything.

- Well, he must demonstrate
otherwise. Be blunt.

She'll respond better to cruelty
than to kindness and get to

her before the authorities
can question her.

- Well, Clara has diplomatic
immunity.

- From the police, not from this
insurance investigator who is

likely to appear at the house
this very day.

I would have done so.

- But you refused that, Job.

- Yes. Well, the mountain

inquiry into the kidnapping and

the duel theft will put me in an
open conflict with the red.

thread. And for that, I'm not
yet prepared for

this detective hired by the
insurance company.

He could lead us to both
the jewels and your friends. And

like me, he can go where
you can't.

- Very good. Very good.

Soon you'll start to see these
advantages on your own.

And since it seems to be a
speciality of yours, then I'm

sure you can throw this
investigator on the defensive,

which will not only be good
for protecting Clara, but will

also convince the investigator
to question you.

And his interrogation will

likely provide a theory
of the crime.

- But why would the Andersons
let me into their house?

- My horse chance was one
of the horses that

took Clara back home when her
father's carriage

So fetching him should
provide an

excellent pretext for
the visit.

And just this morning, Mrs.
Anderson sent me a card thanking

you for helping to find
their daughter.

So she would seem very well
disposed.

- All right, then. I'll bring
Chance back. I'll manage Clara.

And I'll challenge the insurance
investigator.

- Thank you.

- If you agree that from
now on, we're

working on the case of the
red thread together,

and we won't stop before finding
out who murdered my mother and

bringing the killer to justice.

Agreed?

- Agreed.

- Now, I remember the last woman
who served as my maid was found

floating in the River
Thames for no

better reason than as
a warning to me.

So exercise great caution. Not,
just for my sake, yours.

You must learn to cultivate
humility.

- Are you sure that's possible.

- To start necessity. You can
only investigate the thread

while seeming to pursue some
other purpose.

You must learn to hunt while
looking like prey.

- I can take care of myself.

- No doubt. But do not
confront anyone

or even acknowledge their
presence.

Do nothing to promote suspicion
or attract unwanted attention.

-I'm visiting the ambassador's
house. Reclaim your horse.

- Nicely.

And I am calling on an
imprisoned man of no interest to

our enemies in the hopeless
misdirection.

We'll trick them into believing
my journey to Newgate Prison

has nothing to do with Charlie
the Coachman.

- Do you really think he
knows where Mrs.

Hudson and Dr. Watson
have been taken?

- Maybe not. But he certainly
knows his accomplices.

Newgate Prison!

- Sherlock Holmes, C Prisoner
45262, Professor James Moriarty

The Professor
don�t get many visitors!

And he rarely agrees
to meet anyone.

- He'll see me, Mr. Dankworth,
I promise you.

Lead up.

- Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

requesting a visit which the
governor allows.

Mr. 45262, face the wall.

Put your hands above your head.

Didn't expect
to see you again.

I know her all right.

She can stay.

Ought to be ashamed of yourself

pretending to be things
you ain't.

- Sorry, I didn't want to lie.

Mr. Holmes made me do it.

- What you here for today?

- It's a collect, Mr. Holmes'
horse chance.

And while I'm here, I thought
I might see Clara.

- Clara ain't come out of her
room since she got back.

But, I'll go ask her mother.

What should I do with you in the
meantime?

Please stay here,
sir.

while I assure myself
of your safety.

Now you listen to me, you
horrible little man.

You will be in your
best behavior

for this gentleman as
he's visiting you.

Any malarky out of
here and you're for The Hole

You got it, Professor?

Shall I chain him for you, Sir

- No.

- I'll be right outside
should you need me.

- Mr. Sherlock Holmes, whom I
never thought to see again

in the waking world, what could
a poor prisoner like me

do for the greatest detective
on earth?

- Laying in on a bit thick,
aren't we, Moriarty?

- You are unused to the
deprivations of the condemned.

Better if I had not escaped the
Reichenbach Falls.

Please have a seat.

- Thank you.

I'll stand.

Care for some lunch.

I find toasting prison bread
over an open flame

burns off most of the mold.

- Appetising as that sounds,
I decline,

though I do note in passing
neither your skin

nor your weight reflect the
ravages of a prison diet.

Perhaps you ward off those
perils with roast beef

and claret as one might infer
from this gravy stain

on your calf and this red
directly beneath your chin.

Not so incidentally, I note that
though there is no cell

next to yours on the
western wall,

the hallway outside your door
goes on for another 20 feet

in that direction.

This ink on your fingertips from
perusing the newspapers,

none of which I see
in evidence,

not even on this metal hook
by the toilet

where most of your fellow
prisoners find

their daily news best employed.

Perhaps the maid has been

around to clean already.

What an ingenious mechanism,
may I?

Don't worry, James.

I'm not here to expose
corruption

in her Majesty's prisons.

I'm here on a much more
important errand

and one that affects us both,
and I should like to discuss it

with you without your assistant
eavesdropping in the hall.

- I'm practically deaf from
all after you.

- Be quiet, you imbecile.

Yes, sir.

- Pardon me if I demand proof

this private conversation
is necessary.

I had wondered the recent
absence of your name in the

press and the disappearance
of Watson's

fawning puffery in the strand.

The rumor that he had finally
come to his senses

and abandoned you was always
highly suspect.

- And knowing that you still
run your empire

from behind bars, I find the
decrease in those crimes

most commonly associated with
your known accomplices

equally remarkable.

- Touching how we keep up with
each other from afar.

Very well.

Under the circumstances, I shall
consent to spend time

in your odious company.

- May I?

Incredible.

- Dankworth!

- Yes, your professorship, sir.

- One more for lunch.

I'm so glad
you stopped by.

your efforts to find our
daughter were very brave.

Cara will be down in a moment
to thank you in person.

But my husband and I are
very anxious

to express our gratitude.

So we thought since you will
accept no reward,

perhaps you would consider the
offer to join our household.

- Excuse me?

- In the capacity of Clare's
personal chaperone,

given recent events, I would
feel more secure

if Clara had someone with whom
to go to dress shops

and to the theater and other

social engagements.

- Would Clara enjoy this
sort of company?

- She has no friends in London,

and you've proven to be loyal
and discreet.

And it would mean quite
a step up

in your social standing,
Amelia.

Just think of all the
great events

to which you would be adjacent.

Look, there she is now.

Clara, darling, look who's
come for a visit.

- How very kind you are, Amelia,

and with everything else
you have to do,

but I'm afraid I'm not
yet quite myself.

Perhaps if you're able to
return next week?

- Don't be silly, Clara, sit.

I'll see about more tea while
you thank Amelia.

I shouldn't be gone longer than
it takes the kettle to boil.

- Please don't say you've come
to tell my parents everything.

- Why shouldn't I?

You stole your own mother's
jewels.

You aren't kidnapped, but
willingly left with Charlie,

who is now in prison and
liable to hang.

- No, Charlie cannot hang unless
I testify against him.

And my father has invoked
diplomatic immunity

to keep me out of court.

- Diplomatic immunity won't
protect you

from the insurance company.

- The what?

Your father has filed a claim
against the missing jewels,

a private investigator
is on the way,

is perhaps already here to find
out how they were stolen.

- But what am I to do?

- Go ahead and lie.

Why not add a fraud of
50,000 pounds

to your list of crimes?

- Dear God, what have I done?

My father will be sent
home in disgrace

and no one will ever marry me.

- stop crying

Your mother will be back
any moment

and you can't look hysterical.

Course you'll be able to marry.

- No, you don't understand.

You are a person of

no importance

and can wed whom you choose.

I am not so fortunate.

And if my secret should
be discovered.

What a
desperate predicament.

As you are obviously aware,

many of the small businesses in
which I have maintained

- gambling fraud opium

- have been absorbed

by the red thread in some of
my trusted lieutenants

along with them.

And you are unable to move
against this presumptuous

criminal syndicate whilst
Watson and the landlady

remain in their power.

I wonder.

- You wonder what?

- Attempting to control your
behavior through hostages

is dangerous and clumsy.

If the thread are truly worried
about your conduct.

- Then why not just kill me?

I see confinement has not
dimmed your intellect

which is, as ever, entirely
wasted.

- Leaving you alive is
a grave error.

They will regret it
as much as I.

- But you agree with my premise

that to destroy the red thread
would be to the advantage

of as both?

Yes.

I very much concur.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,

you're about to make a request,
are you not?

- I am.

Yes, ostensibly I have come
to Newgate Prison

to visit you.

In reality, however, I should
like to interview

an agent of the red thread
incarcerated here

for kidnapping the American
ambassador's daughter.

- How it must gall you to beg
for my assistance.

- Not at all.

- As you pointed out, our
interests momentarily align

and it is well known that
you are in effect,

if not in name, the Prince
Regent of this prison.

Come, come.

You exaggerate.

More
tea for prison.

Perhaps half a cup.

Supposing I agree, how would

you get to and from

this idiot cell?

- Mr. Dankworth could
escort me there

and bring me back.

- And to avoid being recognized
in transit.

- I would temporarily change
clothes.

With you.

- Well, well, I've always
wondered what it's like

inside that stuffed shirt
of yours.

But what about your
horrifying face,

which many a prisoner here has
good reason to remember?

- Well, the coachman is newly
arrived from America

and will not recognize me
and as Mr. Dankworth

needs me around.

I shall wear this hood
over my head

as do the most dangerous
prisoners?

For I am dangerous, Moriarty
very dangerous,

lest you forget.

- I have cause the recollect
every moment of my life.

You're not worried.

This coachman will consider
you a spy,

planted by the police.

- No, I have more information
on him than the police

and some of it gathered from a
source they cannot question.

And whom would that be?

Clara?

Clara!

Dear Lord, there you are.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but
I have a visitor

who needs to talk to us.

- Clara's still recovering.

Could this visitor not come
back another time?

- I'm afraid not.

Our daughter has been returned,
but the jewels haven't

and our insurance claim against
them must be pursued

with urgency.

I am sorry, young lady, to end
your visit prematurely.

- But won't the investigator
want to speak to me too?

If he's going to be questioning
Clara,

I was there for some of it.

- Amelia's quite right.

She helped rescue our daughter.

Very well.

Wait here.

Better watch
your steps, sir.

Here we are.

- What's this?

I wouldn't remain in there
a moment longer than necessary.

Charlie, you have a
gentleman visit?

No funny business, now.

- Yeah, fine.

Charlie Holroyd at
your service.

I'm not talking to anyone.

- You better have a lot to say.

Come to demand explanations
for your betrayal.

- Demand.

I'll blacken your eye and then
see what you demand, old-timer.

I owe you nothing.

- Are you sure about that?

Perhaps you should reconsider.

Even in here?-

- Everywhere else you might
hope to go.

You can escape from the law,
but never from us.

And if you value your life, you
will tell me at once

why you've deviated so far
from our plan.

- If you know the plan, why
don't you tell me what it was.

- Would you wish me to detail
your mistakes?

You were to get the stupid girl
to fall in love with you,

an easy enough task for a man
of your appearance

and disposition.

Indeed, you were chosen for
this assignment

as much for your looks and your
skill with horses.

Once you had romanced Miss
Anderson in America,

you were to convince her you
wished to elope,

steal her mother's jewels
for a proper income.

In reality, however, she was
to be held hostage

in exchange for her father's
cooperation

in a scheme I may not reveal.

- Well, I know, anyway.

Weems and Magott mentioned keys

they wanted the ambassador
to hand over,

but what they're meant to
unlock, I have no idea.

- Then there is the matter
of the jewels.

- Weems and Magott told me to
give the jewels to them.

And in Weems and Maggot also,

order you
to try and sell the jewels

to one Mr. Clarence Halfpenny,

did they order you to take the
girl with you back to America?

Did they order you to
burn the hostages

and themselves alive in
the coffin factory

whilst you escaped?

- Burned alive?

No, no, Weems and Maggot,
they took the gems

and the other hostages and
rode away with them.

- Neither Weems, nor Maggot,
nor the jewels,

nor the doctor and the
housekeeper

ever arrived at the rendezvous
point.

- They're not in Richmond?

- And are missing still.

When you tried to sail back
to America with Clara

where you thought to set up
a pretty household

with the stolen jewels.

- No, I don't have the jewels.

Weems and Maggot have
them, okay?

Wait, no, no.

We left the coffin factory

because there was a call on the
telephone from the police.

You were tipped off by your
man on the inside,

I swear, ask him.

- And were you a part of that
telephone call?

Or did you only hear one side
of the conversation?

Did you consider it was staged
for your benefit?

They would give up the jewels.

Dankworth!

- Wait.

Wait, no, no, I did try to run
away with Clara, sure.

But I fell in love with her.

But I never burned anyone.

You have to believe me, I've
told you everything.

This way, please.

Mr. Birdwhistle

My wife, daughter, and her
friend, Amelia.

- Birtwistle, sir.

a T not a D.

And no H, which
would be silent in any case.

- My apologies, sir.

My American ears sometimes
fail me.

Have you completed your
inquiries?

- Only those which were
least important.

Police have already determined
the jewels were missing

and that the arrested kidnapper
did not have them.

But I'm curious.

I'm very curious as to why
your wife's valuables

were not in a secure
English bank

instead of a box that could
have been broken

into by a child.

- As to why we had the jewels.

They were stolen the very night
we arrived from America.

- Then there's the little matter
of the delay

in reporting the theft after
Clara went missing.

- Our daughter was abducted
before we'd even unpacked.

And at first we gave no thought
to the gems.

I instigated a search
for them myself,

hoping they were still present

and could be found before
further disturbing my wife.

- Well, I'm sure your discomfort
was sevenfold

when you learned the coachman
had found his way

into your wife's bedroom
at night.

Or was that not so unusual?

- I beg your pardon, sir.

- What the devil do you mean?

- Forgive me, please.

There was no attempt to offend.

I'm unfamiliar with how

Wealthy Americans conduct
relations with their servants.

- It could hardly be called
a relationship.

Charlie worked
for us in America

and came here some weeks
before us,

and he was in and out of the
house and stables

during that entire time.

- What trust you put in him?

I'm sorry to have to say,

but in retrospect it appears
careless.

But wait.

If the coachman was here
some weeks before,

how could he have known the
jewels were in your bedroom?

- How the coachman knew anything
is something to ask him.

Do you want the Andersons
to guess what he was thinking?

But aren't you more interested
in the facts?

- All my interest in the facts
is all consuming,

and I will know them before
I'm done.

Now, young Miss Anderson,

I must hear all your
recollections

you've so far withheld
from the police.

It's just the kidnapping
and theft

was so brilliantly conceived
and daringly executed.

I hope you might shed
some light

on how those crimes were
carried out.

Did you fool him
good and proper?

Is the red thread unraveled?

- Frayed a little.

We'll see.

- Well, you can tell me.

A problem shared is a problem
halved, as they say.

- Best we each work our own
side of the street

on that point, you will
have to trust me.

- Oddly, I don't think of us

as trusting people.

For example, did you
really believe

I would allow you to walk into
my cell, ask for help,

and then give me nothing
in return?

- I've already said I would
pursue our mutual interest.

And to that end, please
return my clothes.

I must leave at once.

Sherlock.

I am at my leisure.

I could, without difficulty,

hold you here until nightfall,
possibly beyond,

unless you wish to leave this
place dressed as a prisoner

with everyone knowing the true
purpose of your visit.

- You did that.

I would stop at nothing
to destroy you.

But by that it would
be too late

for Watson and Mrs. Hudson.

No.

You should not be leaving here

before agreeing to my terms.

This will not do.

This will not do at all.

No sleeping draught could
have wiped out

the memory of your
whole ordeal.

- I forbid you.

I'm using that insinuating tone
with my daughter.

- Do not mistake me for one of
your pet Pinkertons,

nor some London Bobby cowering
before diplomatic immunity.

I will have the truth,

or you will be paid nothing
for your claim.

- Father, please let
me answer him.

As I told you, sir, I went
to sleep in my room

and I woke inside the coffin

with no memory of how
I got there.

I was kept inside the coffin
except for...

Those activities, the body has
no choice but to perform.

And on these occasions,
I was blindfolded.

And every second of my
confinement,

I was in terror for my life
and my honor.

- Where was the

coachman during this?

- Could I possibly know?

- When did he take you from
the coffin factory?

How was it?

You were on the brink of
boarding a ship,

holding his hand.

- Holding his hand.

- Amelia, please don't.

- I was there.

I saw her get pulled
from a dark box

into the blinding light of day.

How could you expect her
to resist a dangerous criminal

who was dragging her to the
gates of the London dock?

Would you like to examine
her knees?

Is that what you came
here to do?

- Course not, I was only,

- I see a ring on your finger.

Tell me, Mr. Birtwistle.

Did you court your wife
by drugging her?

Did you yank her to the
altar in a coffin?

Is that how you do things in
the Birtwistle household?

- That's quite enough,
young lady.

That's quite enough.

Now I apologize for the
indelicate nature of my

questions but do understand.

When there's tens of thousands
of pounds at stake,

I must be thorough.

- And thoroughness demands
cruelty?

- Not at all.

Amelia, is it?

And you were present
at the rescue.

Perhaps I could speak to
you in private.

- Well, of course you can.

That's why we insisted on
her being present.

- Allow me to show you out.

- Good day.

- You are a most unexpected
sort of person.

American, a maid, rescuer,

stable lad, and attorney.

But you provided sound
representation

for Clara Anderson.

- I only said what you
already know,

which is the jewels have been
stolen and can't be found.

And there's so many places
to look,

such as the coffin factory,
where at one point

there were at least three
hostages being held,

and yet here you are covering
old ground.

- Don't be impertinent. Besides
which, I know the factory

to be owned by Lord
Witherseal

And I assure you, Withersea
is in possession

of a considerable fortune which
he has no need

to increase through kidnapping
or thievery.

And,

He will eventually comply
with my request

for a list of his partners
and employee.

- Eventually?

Why don't you have that
list already?

Is it because you can't bully
Lord Withersea

the way you just bullied a
young, helpless girl?

- I am a bully when
need drives me.

I do have other arts.

I could teach you my methods,

provided you don't already
know everything.

Show promise as an
investigator,

and would likely take others
off guard as you have me.

- I'll think about it.

For now, this is where
we part ways.

- If you help me
find the jewels,

it could be worth a bonus
of, whoa,

shall we say 100 pounds?

- A fifth of what you
were offered.

How generous.

Good day, Mr. Birtwistle.

- And she calls me a bully.

Losing a
child is difficult,

especially when you've no one
but yourself to blame.

After my wife died, I was so
concentrated on my work

that I neglected my young son
at an enormous cost.

- I remember the story.

His name was Daniel.

Dan, as we called him.

Just before his 10th birthday,

when I was away on the
continent,

Dan was arrested on some
trifling matter.

- Connected to the theft of a
clergyman's gold timepiece,

as I recall.

- Gold plated.

I like to think he meant it
as a gift for me.

In any case, during my absence,

he was shipped off to Australia
under the Home Children Act.

- But surely your corruptive
influence was great even then.

- His pardon was quick, yes,

but in the time it took to reach
him, he had disappeared.

Off to Melbourne, some said.

None of my employees
could find him.

That was many years ago.

Lately, however, there
have been reports

of a young Australian lad,
newly arrived in London,

who looks very much like a
grown-up version of my Dan.

- Your story is almost endlessly
Dickensian.

Will I find my clothes,
do you think,

somewhere at the end
of this plot?

- Well, I will return your suit,

give my support in attacking
the thread,

maintain my silence about your

kidnapped friends,

if you agree to find my son and
bring him here for a visit.

- Well, cannot your own
organisation track him down?

Has your small army of familiars
utterly failed you?

- I cannot let my
colleagues know

that my own son dare ignore me.

I doubt if you can understand

what it's like to have a child.

- I'm not without imagination.

- I am very concerned that in
their attempt to absorb my

empire the thread do no harm
to my Dan.

- Very well, very well,

but I can accept no fee for
this undertaking.

- I do not intend to offer
you one.

- Well, it is usual when hiring
a consulting detective.

- You're not being hired, you're
being extorted.

- No, I'm doing you a favour

and one much less onerous than
I'd anticipated.

- What is it, Dankworth?

- I'm sorry your professorship.

It's a bit unusual, it
concerns us all.

- I'm sorry, Holmes, your
presence here

has become inconvenient.

I regret you must rush away.

We are well past the point
I could have rushed anywhere.

Indeed, you have detained me

almost past the point of
human endurance.

- That is what this place was
designed to do.

Dankworth, please be certain

Mr. Holmes

has taken out in such a way

that the contents of this note
become clear to him.

- This way, sir.

- What's the problem, Mr.
Dankworth,

that's not the way I came in.

- No, that's the way you
must leave.

Come on,
Tom. Get yourself up.

I'm asking
you to get down.

He's dead, Governor.

Killed himself and
saved us the trouble.

- Let me up or I'll blow
your head off.

Lady's choice