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This crisis of my sister and Dr. Watson's kidnapping.

Where did he get this?

I can't take this case.

You will observe the thread.

Or Watson and Hudson will pay like your maid.

Do you know anyone in London?

A gentleman who lives on Baker Street.

How mysterious.

Paul Anderson, newly appointed U.S.

Ambassador. This morning we woke to

find my daughter missing.

Clara is missing?

You're the girl from the ship.

Who are you?

You're my father.

I do not believe for a minute you are my offspring.

I do find myself in need of an assistant.

Clara Anderson's kidnapping is a crime

in which I may not visibly involve myself.

You could go where I cannot.

The kidnapping of the ambassador's daughter

actually began in the kitchen with the summons from upstairs.

While the maid took the hot water jar

to the ambassador and his wife.

Charlie saw his opportunity and added a sleeping

draft to the cocoa.

Soon, the house fallen silent.

Charlie was able to abduct Clara.

I assume he carried the girl down the stairs,

out the back door, put her in the ambassador's coach,

and drove out the gate.

You headed to the high road.

But did you turn left or right?

I'm ready to go, Mr. Holmes.

What the devil?

I was just about to ascertain which way the kidnapper went.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was up half the night.

Excitement, I guess.

You said you would teach me.

Ah, yes.

So I shall.

Your first lesson will begin at once.

Come.

I thought my lessons would be in detection,

finding Clary Anderson, learning how to investigate

my mother's murder.

To assist me, you must learn to follow instructions

far more complex than properly boiling an egg.

Now, take this, and let's put your

work to the test.

Follow me.

So it wasn't terrible?

It's your best attempt yet.

You may soon be capable of porridge.

And to examine your artistry.

Hm. Detailed hand.

Good likeness.

Mr. Holmes, the American ambassador

is downstairs again with Inspector Bullivant.

Show them in.

Wait in the other room.

Mr. Holmes will see you now.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, any news?

Ambassador Anderson insisted on thanking you personally,

but he has entrusted his case entirely to the yard

Along with my own Pinkertons.

I assume you know that agency?

Yes. I am familiar with their work.

But my wife and I wish to say how grateful

we are for your efforts.

You're most welcome.

Did the kidnappers contact you, sir?

Have you been asked for a ransom?

It's my case now, Mr. Holmes.

No need to concern yourself further.

We'll be on our way.

Inspector, did you manage to locate Mr. Anderson's carriage

or its remains?

We will, I promise.

Ambassador Anderson, are you certain nothing else

was taken from your house?

Quite sure, sir.

Why do you ask?

Mr. Holmes likes his riddles.

Come, sir.

We've work to do.

Now that I have been officially let go,

I can more easily investigate Clara's kidnapping.

You wanted to be dismissed.

It was a vital precondition to involving myself in the case,

which still engages me for several reasons.

I have good cause to believe The same people who

abducted Clara have been involved in taking...

other hostages.

Tell me about the ambassador's wife.

Clara said her mother's family owned gold mines.

She wanted Clara to marry a lord or a duke.

And she was planning Clara's debut at court.

I'm sure Her Majesty must be brimming with excitement.

Now, this is your first assignment.

I want you to return to the ambassador's residence

incognito as a servant and find answers

to these questions.

Oh, I have some ideas of my own.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

A thousand times no.

You will concentrate entirely on my inquiries.

OK, but won't the ambassador and his wife recognize me?

Well, you'll be working mainly with plaster

in the grounds of the house to take impressions

of hoof and boot prints of the crime scene.

And in the meantime, you may continue your association

with the cook in the kitchen where you will never be noticed.

Now follow these instructions, do nothing more,

and certainly do nothing less.

All right, Mr. Holmes.

Here, here.

My dear Watson, where are you?

What's this?

Oh, it's a little plaster.

The ambassador asked me to pour it into the wooden

footprints around the grounds.

He wants them saved for the inspector before the

crime scene gets messed up.

It's no job for a maid.

Allow me.

We Pinkertons are used to this sort of thing.

This one.

Right there.

Over there.

Anything else, miss?

Yeah, could you rinse that pail out

and put it back in the potting shed?

I really gotta get back inside.

Yeah.

Here, I thought you worked for that Mr. Holmes.

I did, but he's unmarried, and I worry about my reputation,

so I asked to be sent here.

Well, I am glad for your help

The mistress wants me to go on as I do,

but the ambassador has all his pinkertons on the hunt.

On the hunt for what?

Can't find his wife's jewel box.

Working up his courage to tell her.

See, he ain't got no brass himself,

So that makes losing hers that much worse.

And I, them gems is worth a palace.

But I thought Ambassador Anderson was rich.

Lost his shirt when an American railroad company went bankrupt.

Its all the mistress' money now.

Well, hers and her father's.

Imagine losing your daughter and a great fortune

on the same night.

And all to the coachman.

Charlie never stole no jewels.

You mark my words.

It's one of them Pinkertons has nicked him.

Charlie Sweet walked out on me a few of our evenings off.

Lucky you.

Where did he take you?

The Seven Bells in Stepney.

Always got me a port wine.

And he told me about his gold.

Charlie has gold?

He was going to inherit it any day.

And when he did, he said he'd take me to America.

But nah, they'll find him and hang him.

Just you see they don't.

It must be wonderful to have such beautiful dresses.

Well, Mama and I have to look good for Papa.

I have something downstairs.

Look, you've got a few reporters coming up here.

You've got to be invisible to get by me.

Let go!

Take your hands off of me!

I could arrest you for trespass.

I told your employer that services are no longer required.

He doesnt know I'm here.

Please don't tell Mr. Holmes.

What is going on?

We found Holmes' maid snooping around Clara's bedroom.

Clara was my friend and I promised

that I would do everything to find her.

If we don't need Mr. Holmes, we certainly don't

need his maid.

But is it necessary to arrest her?

No publicity, I said.

Please, Inspector, allow me to show the girl out.

Very well.

I should have found you interfering

in my investigation again.

Why are you here, really?

To help you find your daughter, like I promised,

even if it cost me my job.

Charlie was our coachman.

I know him.

Maybe he was involved, but planning something like this

is beyond his abilities.

We cannot approve of these methods,

But we appreciate your efforts.

I accept you may have some deficiencies

as an actual servant, but surely pretending to be one

was not too much to ask.

I did my best.

And if I hadn't gone back into Clara's room,

I never would have seen that her travel dress was missing.

And if I hadn't been caught, then I never would have been

rescued by the ambassador's wife and I wouldn't know what

she thought about Charlie.

Blind luck.

Better to deduce than to guess.

If you want to solve your mother's murder,

you will benefit more from skill than good fortune.

And I ordered you to stay close to the cook with whom

you would never have been noticed.

You're only caught because you disobeyed me.

Now, putting aside all consideration

of the missing jewels, are you certain

that these footprints going from the coach house

to the ambassador's residence and back are precisely the same.

One set of footprints leading into the house,

another leading out.

Same heel, same stride, same man.

And a large fellow at that.

But no smaller footsteps.

So you believe that whilst a hot water jar

was taken up to the Andersons' bedroom,

a sleeping draught was introduced to

the cocoa, and then?

Charlie carried Clara, Unconscious from the

house to the carriage.

And these footprints tell us nothing we didn't already know.

On the contrary, these footprints are most eloquent.

They explain why the kidnapper left no ransom note.

They explain why Clara's favorite travel dress was gone.

And they confirm that Charlie did, indeed,

have an accomplice inside the household.

Now, what of these hoof prints of the missing horses?

The black one.

With the white star on his forehead.

He has a large nick in his left foreshoe.

He'd be easy to identify if I knew where to look.

Or if we find the carriage.

Torn up, tossed away.

Where, then, are its ruins?

In London, it would be very difficult to destroy

an expensive carriage without attracting too

much attention, and this is especially true

if one is not used to destroying carriages.

Who's used to destroying carriages?

Good question.

Yes. Though I may not be seen

to investigate this case, I can still shop

at my discretion.

And while I solve the riddle of the missing carriages,

you can find the horses that drew it, dead or alive,

as you flooded Americans are so fond of saying.

But how in a city of a million horses

am I expected to find two?

Well, that should prove no challenge for a tracker

of your self-proclaimed prowess.

Now, here is a list of every disreputable stable

in the East End.

The ambassador's horse's hoof prints and markings

should be enough to identify them both.

Find these noble steeds and bring them to the address

at the bottom of the page.

But what about the Seven Bells?

Don't you think Charlie could be there celebrating right now?

Why follow a coach when we could follow the coachman?

What if he is not so incautious as you presume?

You have only one chance to introduce yourself

to the charming clientele of the Seven Bells,

So horses first, horse thief later.

Bring them to this address and you'll

receive further instructions.

That's that.

All clear, sir.

Mr. Holmes, well, this is a surprise.

You in the market for your next carriage so soon?

No, no, no, Clarence.

Beyond its questionable provenance,

I am perfectly satisfied with my current vehicle.

The price was right, eh, Mr. Holmes?

Did you a deal on that?

And no mistake, a speedy little thing.

Yes. No, I'm looking for

something a little smarter.

Oh, now that is a beauty.

Yes. Do you recall having seen

such a carriage recently?

Of course I would, but I didn't.

You know, I give you my patronage not just

for your craftsmanship, but because not a coach wheel...

...is stolen from Stepney to Sevenoaks without you knowing.

You flatter me, Mr. Holmes, but a vehicle like that

is beyond the purse of customers like mine.

Present company excluded, of course.

And shall we also make an exemption for Her Majesty

the Queen of the United Kingdom and Empress of India,

or are you a purveyor of carriage parts to the palace?

Well, if she ever called upon me as her loyal subject,

I should be honored to do her a deal.

Yes. You know, it's curious.

This impressive likeness is the shop's only decoration

unrelated to your trade.

Oh, yeah!

I mean, like, God bless her, you know?

Oh, indeed.

So why keep the object of your devotion on this particular war?

I just...

this war...

Mr. Holmes, please...

You're supposed to stay here.

Private.

Young lady, that horse is a veritable pegasus.

attached to a proper carriage, you will feel you are in flight.

But, it may be beyond your purse.

I could not part with an animal such as this

for less than 40 pounds.

Well, may I pet him?

Oh, will he allow it?

Of course.

The noble beast.

Look, the horse you were trying to sell me

belongs to the American ambassador.

I think that should lower the price, don't you?

And where's the other one?

Pegasus had a friend.

All right, sir, I admit that this vehicle

does bear a passing likeness to the one in your picture,

but-- Note these initials, C-H.

Why, Mr. Holmes, them's-- them's my initials.

Your humble servant, Clarence Halfpenny.

Yes, but Clarence Halfpenny was not

the driver of this coach when it was

used to kidnap the American ambassador's daughter.

That was one Charles Charlie Holroyd.

Kidnapped? Yes.

The ambassador's daughter?

Yes. And for possessing

this carriage, which stolen property used in

the commission of a felony, you, Clarence, could

be looking at breaking rocks in Wormwood Scrubs prison

for quite a few years to come.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You-- you can't think I would have bought this here

conveyance had I any inkling it was stolen.

Perhaps you can explain that to an understanding judge.

Or you could begin by telling me where you met

the man who sold it to you.

What, my lord?

Please. Well...

It's sad to say it was, um...

It was in a pub.

The Seven Bells in Stemley.

Why, Mr. Holmes, you are as good as the stories

make you out to be.

Yes. And did Charlie not also

try to sell you some jewels?

How did you know he tried to get me to buy some gems?

Did you buy them?

No, sir.

I did not.

I can't afford an Emerald in that size, even if I wanted it,

which I didn't.

Besides, your friend, Charlie the Coachman,

wouldn't part with them jewels for less than $20,000.

Well, that's much less than they're worth.

Right. I can't even afford a 50-down pounds.

But you did buy the carriage.

Yes, sir.

I had that misfortune.

And now I'm out $600, I guess, because you'd be wanting

that back, no doubt.

I'm afraid so.

One of the perils of your trade, I'm afraid.

And before you ask me your next question, Mr. Holmes,

I have no idea where that thieving toerag ran off to.

Well, you may not know where he went,

but you've just told me where he is going.

And for that, I'm eternally grateful.

Do not.

Ow.

Oh. Oh.

Ah. Look at that.

Not one of ours, Mr. Holmes.

But if you can help cover my loss on this coach,

you can take that screw free of charge.

Hmm? Not one of yours.

Well, where did this come from, I wonder?

Hand over the horses, go upstairs,

and see the fortune teller.

Come on, now.

But I was told to come to this address

for further instructions.

I just gave you further instructions.

Come on, give me the horse.

Okay.

Upstairs.

Here?

Yes, in there.

Go.

This way, if you please, Miss Rojas.

You probably weren't expecting to speak

to the dead today, were you?

Uh, no.

I came here-- - No need to say.

I already know.

Goodbye, Ms. Rojas.

You come by a surprise, are we?

You can't trap me in here.

You already are.

Maybe you should be less trusting

in the house of the damned.

What did you do to Sherlock Holmes?

Who?

Sherlock Holmes.

This is his watch.

Tell me where Sherlock is, or I'll come in there

and I'll knock your head off.

Careful.

Wouldn't want to lose my teeth.

You nearly scared me to death.

I thought something happened to you.

Disguises are not only for criminals,

They are as vital to a detective as the power of deduction.

Now, you were apprehended by the inspector

because he recognized your face, not your uniform.

Because you went beyond my specific orders

to stay with the servants and strayed upstairs,

you have earned yourself this surprise.

However, your concern for me was very touching.

Fine. You fooled me this time.

Well, I must fool the world every time

if I am to investigate unseen.

For example, this disguise has just

helped me to visit several pawnbroker's shops

without being recognized, allowing

me to confirm some of my suspicions

about the missing jewels.

But why must you go unrecognized?

Well.

If you are to help me, Amelia, well, you should know

as much about the perils in front of you as possible.

I must therefore share with you a secret,

a secret that you must promise never to divulge to anyone.

You have my word as your daughter.

Alleged daughter.

Now, as I indicated earlier, Clara Anderson is not the

first successful kidnapping to compel my attention.

Are you talking about the son of the Italian ambassador?

No, no, no, no, no.

A little, uh, Roberto was let go.

But alas, not so my dear friend Dr. Watson

and my housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson, both of whom were

abducted two weeks ago.

Also, my maid.

The one they found in the river.

Yes. Yes, that was my fault, I'm afraid.

I made the dreadful mistake of searching for her

when I had been warned that should I be seen to

investigate these kidnappings, hostages would be executed.

So they drowned the poor girl in the river,

but not before chopping off her finger.

They then sent me in a pencil box.

And when this despicable band of thieves and murderers

commit crimes at which they forbid my interference,

they leave behind a signal forcing me to depart

without explanation.

Or else Watson or Mrs. Hudson could well die.

So at Ambassador Anderson's house, that's what happened?

There was a signal of some kind forcing you to back off.

Yes. So I did.

And yet I believe that were we to solve Clara's disappearance,

We might also find my friends.

And if I could contrive some means

to question Charlie the Coachman, then--

well, you understand.

Lives depend on us.

But we have some very important clues to decipher.

The most important-- The missing jewels.

Yes, and why they're so important.

Because why kidnap Clara if you've

already stolen her ransom?

Very good.

Very good indeed.

You'll make a passable detective, yes?

You've already proved your prowess as a tracker.

How much did Charlie receive for these stolen horses?

Forty dollars apiece.

But they were worth a lot more.

Well, this information confirms my suspicions.

What's next?

Take one of the horses you retrieved

and go directly to the Seven Bells in Stedney.

I hear the proprietor is looking for a barmaid.

A barmaid?

There are very few roles for young girls

in public houses unless you prefer to pose

as a street creature of easy virtue.

No, I would not.

Now.

Here, take this.

Another list.

Construction firms employing joiners and carpenters.

I made something of a study of nails and screws,

but this one perplexes me.

See if you can find its origin and its purpose, please.

You couldn't find anything smaller for me to do?

A chip of gravel, a little ash.

Never underestimate a piece of evidence because of its size.

If you are to solve your mother's murder,

you must master every skill you can.

If my customers don't have a drink in their hand

every second, their bellies think

their throats have been cut.

You sure you've done bar work before?

Yeah, yes.

I'll give you two shillings for the shift.

If you're any good, you can stay.

Come on.

I'm going to go.

I need to get some glasses.

I can't serve any of you until I've got stuff.

Put that on

Youll ruin that dress.

You're showing me the money?

Sorry.

Do you know this man?

Do you know this man?

Charlie?

Charlie Holroyd.

If I had 10 bucks for every girl in this boozery

told about his gold, and they all fall for it.

Not you too.

No.

But he's got a lady friend of mine in terrible trouble.

Do you know where I could find Charlie?

No.

He did used to tell all the girls not to get attached.

Why? Had a rich woman on

a string, didn't he?

Does this rich woman have a name?

I'm sure she does, but Charlie wouldn't tell me it.

Only that there'd be a big difference in their ages.

Ruthie! Right!

Which I, of course, know.

Charlie don't mind.

Sorry. Do you recognize

this type of screw?

Excuse me.

Do you recognize this type of screw?

Do you by any chance recognize this screw?

Spare a few coppers, miss.

I'm afraid this is all I have.

Very kind of you, miss.

Excuse me, but are you a carpenter?

Used to be.

But how could you tell?

Oh, of course.

There was a time when you were only considered

a proper joiner if you'd lost a finger or two.

You don't recognize this, do you?

That there screw is particular to the Withersea Coffin Factory,

down by London Docks, where my pa used to work.

You could search the world for coffin screws,

You wont find another like that

Charlie.

Hello.

Dont I know you.

Not you again.

I've been here working all night.

Oh, have you then?

I knew you was on the game

All right, you've had your warning.

Please.

This is Clara Anderson, the American

ambassador's daughter.

She was kidnapped the night that you and I first met.

Chief Inspector told us about her this morning.

The ambassador's coachman is a suspected kidnapper,

and he just went into that coffin factory.

Did he now?

You go around there, keep an eye.

I'll nip to the station, bring back more men.

I'll be back a bit after sunrise.

Oh, and miss.

Yes? If you're yanking my chain,

you'll be in the clink so long, you'll forget what

daylight looks like.

Deal.

Eggs done the way you like, sir.

And served early, as requested, since we have to be off so soon.

Where is my new maid?

Miss Rojas, she hasn't returned.

Bring me the key to her room.

Sir, do you think that's proper?

I beg your pardon?

I know she's a foreign girl, without experience,

but to enter her private quarters...

Now see here, Mr. Halligan,

This foreign girl may be in danger,

and I wish to see if I can find a clue as to her whereabouts.

Is that sufficient, or do I need to put my request in writing?

That'll be all.

Go and prepare for our trip in the ambassador's carriage.

Not bad.

How quickly will they be here?

Stall as long as you can then.

Getting these hostages out alive in a hurry

will be a job.

But we'll think of something.

I want them gems, Charlie.

No, I'm supposed to keep them until--

Change of plans.

We've been tipped off.

The police are on their way.

Hand them over now.

It's all there.

They better be

Where are we taking the prisoners?

Watson and the housekeeper are coming with us.

The girl goes with you.

Distract the police by setting fire to this place,

then untie the ambassador's daughter's hands

and take her gag out.

And drop the girl off near her house

and make a break for it and get good

and away from London boy.

No one can be seen with you, understand?

Take Clara home?

What?

I thought I was supposed to-- We got the gems.

And the ambassador's given up the keys,

so his daughter has to be returned.

If I don't see flames, and I look back over my shoulder,

you'll rue the day.

Charlie, get moving

Two coffins?

There she goes!

After her!

Whoa, whoa.

Get up.

Come on.

Clara

Oi! Oi!

I got him, Inspector!

OK, OK.

Where's the ambassador's daughter?

Come on, find her!

When I galloped around the corner

and saw Mr. Halligan on the ambassador's coach,

I knew you'd be here.

How did you know where to find me?

I didn't.

I came to intercept Charlie before he and Clara

boarded the only ship bound for America in

the next two days.

You... you guessed that Charlie was taking Clara to America?

I never guess.

Charlie was in a great haste to sell the ambassador's

jewels and horses, but for dollars, not for pounds,

and dollars are not the currency of this country.

I wouldn't part with them jewels for less than $20,000.

I beg you, please do not tell my parents.

Don't tell your parents how you planned your own kidnapping

and stole your mother's jewels, how you opened your

parents' bedroom window so they'd be cold enough

to ask for a hot water jar, allowing Charlie to dump

the laudatum into the cocoa to drive us from the scent.

As I noted, Charlie did indeed have a confederate

inside the household, and here she is.

But I was told that there was an age difference

between Charlie and his rich girlfriend.

Yes, Charlie is 32, Clara is 17.

Now what happens to you next depends on whether

you are capable of telling the truth.

Were there any others being held hostage

in the coffin factory?

Yes, Mr. Holmes, a man and wife,

though I never heard their voices.

Why do you suppose they were married, this couple?

Because when our captors would take them

out of their coffins to visit the lavatory,

they were referred to as doctor and missus.

Disaster.

How on earth did you come up with this preposterous

kidnapping? It was Charlie's idea.

He knew my parents would never have agreed

to us being together.

Not because Charlie is twice my age,

but because he is so far below my station.

But it wasn't supposed to happen until a month from now.

All of a sudden, Charlie was in a desperate hurry.

He begged me to go with him.

He said he was in danger.

And he only asked me to take the jewels

so that we might have an income on which

to live when we married.

They're insured, Mr. Holmes.

My father is in debt.

It was also for his sake.

And even after your elopement went so terribly wrong,

you were still prepared to sail to America with this criminal?

I was a fool.

I was used, tricked into stealing from my own family

for an elopement, which my parents' reputations

could have endured.

But if the world thinks me a thief,

dear God, my father will have to resign.

Whoa! That may not be necessary.

This is where our paths diverge.

But listen to me closely.

Charlie dares not give you away, even in prison,

for fear of his accomplices.

And I doubt if anyone but I will discover you are

a self-kidnapping jewel thief, certainly

not Inspector Bullivant.

So I'm out of danger?

Hardly. Charlie's employers let you

live, knowing what you know.

It's probably so they can blackmail you.

So if and when they contact you, send for me.

In the meantime, when describing your rescue,

you may talk of Amelia, but do not mention my name.

Do you understand?

Lives are at stake, including your own.

I pity you, Clara.

I hardly need tell you, any destination

by your parents' residence would be extremely ill-advised.

How did you know about Charlie and Clara?

Well, you told me when you handed over

the plaster cast of the footprints

going in and out of the ambassador's house.

But there was just one pair of boots

and the track going in and out was the same.

Charlie carried Clara from the room.

How could the footprints be exactly the same,

both coming and going?

Surely the returning set would be--

Would have been deeper because of the weight

Charlie was carrying, but they were deeper.

So Charlie knocked on Clara's door with the all clear.

He left behind the candle and the empty cup

of cocoa as misdirection.

They both exited by the front door.

Clara in her favorite travel dress,

which you noticed was missing.

And I'm sure that Charlie could have confirmed all this

had I been able to question him.

Indeed, were it not for you, I might even

now be rescuing my friends who suffer

for their closeness to me.

But I found them.

I found your friends.

I solved the riddle of the screw.

It brought me to Coffin Factory.

I alerted the police.

That's why the kidnappers escaped.

They knew the police were coming, and they

fled with their hostages.

How could they know?

Because I am dealing not only with a greedy, ignorant coachman

and a silly adolescent girl, but with a vast criminal

syndicate of unbridled reach.

and yes, even inside the police, a syndicate whose ultimate

purpose I am yet to comprehend.

But you can still question Charlie.

He's in custody.

Oh, do you think I could just waltz into prison

without the whole world knowing, or was this your plan all along,

to destroy this last chance I had

to rescue Watson and Mrs. Hudson?

Why would you think that?

Because through your actions, they are lost to me.

And all the time you kept a secret.

How do I explain this which I found in your room?

Why was it there?

I have no time to listen to your answer.

If you are who you claim to be, you will say nothing of

my presence to the police.

Now, we will continue this conversation later.

Do not follow me.

I very much suspect you're about to be arrested.

I told you not to run!

And now, you're coming to the station with us.