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Good morning, Mr. Holmes

Constable, a list.

Every arrival and departure, front door and back.

Since 6 PM yesterday evening, at once, if you please.

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 them.

They battered her and 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 were awake, what did you see?

Two men looking down at me.

How are 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.

It's the Italian bloody ambassador.

Mr. Holmes, the names you wanted.

Everyone in and out since 6pm.

Keep it and add me to the list.

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

Hey lady, if you head into the wharf,

the back door's closer.

We can help.

Thanks, but I'm looking for the ticket offices

for the passenger ships.

Go in there ourselves.

We can drop you off.

Shrimpy, help the lady.

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, wait.

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

That's all he dresses.

See?

You came a long way to die.

How much for a ticket to London on the Stella?

One way?

Steerage is $30.

You got $30?

No, I was just robbed.

But maybe we can make some sort of trade?

You wanna 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, tempenny.

Now, huh, what's this?

Uh-huh, 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.

Would that be OK?

Please? 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

and serving it after dark.

How is he this evening?

Oh, 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 4 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 the soldiers.

Quite.

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 the window tonight to show you will observe the thread.

Or Watson and Hudson will pay like you're maid.

I saw you drawing earlier, may I see?

Just sketches.

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

Sure.

Oh, but these are amazing.

The pictures of my parents, they're beautiful.

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

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 for 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.

That 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.

Oh, thank you, Amelia.

Perhaps we'll see you at dinner?

So, will you be joining us

at the 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,

He will finish this voyage in the brig.

Watch 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.

Oh, well, but if I don't see you again,

have a great time in London.

You too, Amelia.

You too.

Walk on.

anything I can get for this?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thanks.

Papers. Here's your papers.

Love it, Dandy.

Would you like some?

No, thanks.

Three-day news.

Go get your papers, madam.

Here you go.

Oh, jeez.

Remains found of a servant of Sherlock Holmes.

The mortal remains of a woman washed ashore at Bermondsey

have been identified as Maria Malloy,

servant, recently the employee of Sherlock Holmes.

No loitering, you know the rules.

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.

Yep, 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 to gain

entrance without invitation.

Good day!

Where the hell have you been?

Come in quick, we're almost out of time.

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 till Mrs. finds you better.

Pull it over your head.

Okay.

Hurry.

Mrs.

This is... Amelia.

I don't care for the Queen of Sheba girl.

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

like the three girls who came before you.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, ma'am.

We're sure tapped it.

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

OK. 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 missus isn't a bad sort, really.

Just don't let her down.

Make the gentleman a good breakfast now.

Wow.

Enter.

S-Sorry. First day.

Where do you want it?

On the table.

Get it while its hot

The lid.

Sorry.

I should not like it 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 quality and current decrepitude.

Newly arrived, judging by the scent of cheap pine

and ship's wax as used in steerage and from California.

Your belt buckle is indicative of the jewelry

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.

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 check 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 a breakfast with you.

Thank you.

My mother said you were a great man.

She must have been mistaken.

Sorry, Mr. Holmes.

I told him you wasn't receiving, but the chief

inspector insisted.

I apologize for interrupting your breakfast, sir.

Paul Anderson, newly appointed US 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?

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 to 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, Paul.

An answered prayer.

Very well.

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

Bring your maid.

She knows her Clara.

She might be able to help.

Carry this

Do not touch anything and definitely do not speak.

Repeat my commands.

Well, 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?

We retired early.

Our first night of shore.

A maid brought Clara Coco at 9.

I returned in the morning to wake her,

just after 7 a.m.

Clara...

wasn't in her room.

I searched the house, the grounds.

Nothing.

My wife and I were sleeping next door.

Didn't hear anything.

There was no demand for a ransom?

Not yet.

Thank you.

Please wait downstairs with your wife.

Inspector Bullivant, gather the servants.

I shall interview them presently.

Hmm. 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,

the 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.

Note to me

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 chowing 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 finished my examination and must leave.

We were just getting somewhere.

There 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?

Is he still upstairs?

No. Um...

He had to rush out.

Well, 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 was right as ninepence when I brought her

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 his supper by the fire.

The coach house is ever so drafty.

And did you leave the room before taking

the cocoa to Clara?

Only to attend Mrs. Anderson.

You rang for a hot water jar, ma'am?

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 old habits.

Like chewing tobacco?

Only in the coach house.

I'll make him spit out the tobacco before coming 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 got that.

So has your carriage and horses.

What?

Here's your bag from upstairs.

Was that all you have in the world?

It'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.

Yeah. Oh, and please let

Mr. Holmes know that I solved his case.

Perhaps you should tell Mr. Holmes yourself.

Mr. and Mrs. Halligan, I 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 tobacco 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 closed, then, is it?

Besides, I still have questions.

Such as?

Such as...

who are you?

You've studied my methods, 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.

Mom, I was finishing drawing up a self-propelled float

for an annual parade they have in 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

they have 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 returned.

Mom, I'm home!

I had to wait for your plums.

The store wasn't open when I...

When I first got there...

Mom?

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've never even been to California.

goodbye Ms 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.

But 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, newly arrived in the city,

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'll 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

of scullery maid 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.

Than I am your daughter.

Just help me crack the case.

I'm sorry to leave you here, but others will

be here very soon.

And, uh, you won't be alone.

You 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.

No.

If I were you, I'd just...

try to get some sleep.

No. No.