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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 them gems is worth a penny.

Why kidnap Clara if you've already stolen her ransom?

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, and even inside the police.

They're bringing a right out, sir.

Thank you, Constable.

Congratulations on your rapid apprehension

of this coachman who kidnapped the American

ambassador's daughter.

Were the jewels on his person?

Did the criminal confess?

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

Sent him off to Newgate.

Ah. But we kept the girl close.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, no.

I'm not going anywhere with that man.

Take me back to my cell.

Here, young lady, be grateful you have a benevolent employer

who's willing to be personally liable for your behavior.

You sure she's worked 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 works, sir.

I'm going back to Baker Street.

I'm getting my things, and I'm 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 in 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 recognizing me.

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!

Oh, 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 my custody.

I will not spend another night in this house

with your insufferable smugness.

Oh.

Key.

Oh, right.

The key.

Oh, nevermind.

Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

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

Read it to me then.

A.A.

Templeton, insurance code NYUSA.

Request to immediately engage your services

locating jewels stolen from US Ambassador London.

Stop. Favorable terms, expenses,

a 500 pound bonus.

If jewels recovered or claim rejected.

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 into the street.

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 honor, 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, and you have another.

Which means you are 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.

But they took several map cases filled with Mama's

mechanical drawings.

Which is surprising because many of them were very old.

Indeed.

And where was the red thread?

In the most terrible place.

Tied to this.

Ah, the murder weapon.

Wise of you to keep it.

And then?

I held onto her for a while.

I don't know how long.

Of course.

Of course you did.

Was her body warm to the touch?

It was cold.

Stiff.

So, rigor mortis established but not dissipated.

Her death was four to 12 hours before your return,

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

Were you able to identify the number of attackers?

I counted the hooves of four horses.

They disappeared at the river,

and the--the boot prints had all been wiped away.

So thought out, premeditated.

And what did you do next?

I buried her.

What is this picture?

It was her favorite photograph from 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.

Hmm. Yes.

"The 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.

If they are able to reach across the world,

why do they require such size and scope?

What 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's 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 you believe

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 and be severed from us.

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

Well, you must demonstrate otherwise.

Be blunt.

She'll respond better to cruelty than to kindness,

and get to her before the authorities can question her.

But 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 jewel theft will put me in open conflict

with the red thread, and for that, I am not yet prepared.

But this detective hired by the insurance company--

Oh, 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,

it 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 in 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 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?

It's a stark 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 provoke suspicion or attract unwanted attention.

I'm visiting the ambassador's house to reclaim your horse.

Precisely. And I am calling on

an imprisoned man of no interest to our

enemies in the hope this misdirection will

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.

Welcome.

Sherlock Holmes, see prisoner 45262, Professor James Moriarty.

The professor don't get many visitors.

He rarely agrees to meet anyone.

You'll see me, Mr. Dankworth.

I promise you.

Lead on.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, requesting a visit

which the governor allows.

There's no four, five, two, six, two.

Face the wall, put your hands above your head.

Didn't expect to see you again.

Oh, I know her all right.

She can stay.

Ought to be ashamed of yourself for pretending to

be things you ain't.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to lie.

Mr. Holmes made me do it.

What are you here for today?

To 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.

Oh, what to 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 to visit you.

Any malarky outta you, and you're for the Hole.

You got it, Professor?

Shall I chain him for you, sir?

No.

I shall be right outside if 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 it on a bit thick, aren't we, Moriarty?

If you're 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 mould.

Appetizing 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 cuff 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 to my left ear.

Be quiet, you imbecile.

Yes, sir.

Pardon me if I demand proof this private

conversation is necessary.

I had wondered at the recent absence of

your name in the press in 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.

Clara 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 Clara'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.

Oh, 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, Clarissa.

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

It 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 weren'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.

Of 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 an interest--

Gambling, fraud, opium.

Have been absorbed by the Red Thread

and 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 us both.

Oh, 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.

I would must call 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.

Oh, come, come.

You exaggerate.

More tea, Professor?

Uh... Perhaps half a cup.

I think I agree.

How would you get to and from this idiot cell?

Mr. Dankworth would 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.

Ah. 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 leads 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.

No, I have cause to recollect at every moment of my life.

Are you 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.

Oh, and whom would that be?

Clara?

Clara! - You have to-- - Clara.

Dear Lord, there you are.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but we 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.

Oh, very well.

Wait here.

Better watch your step, sir.

Here we are.

Well, sir, I won't remain in there

a moment longer than necessary.

Ah, Charlie, you have a gentleman visitor.

No funny business now.

Yeah, fine.

Charlie Holroyd, at your service.

I'm not talking to anyone.

Oh, you better have a lot to say.

I've come to demand explanations for your betrayal.

Demand.

Blacken your eye, then see what you demand, old-timer.

I owe you nothing.

Are you sure about that?

Perhaps you should reconsider.

Even in here?

And everywhere else you might hope to go.

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

If you value your life, you will tell me at once why you

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 as your skill with horses.

Once you had romanced Miss Anderson in America,

you were to convince her you wished to elope

and 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.

Weams and Magott mentioned keys they wanted the

ambassador to hand over, but what they're meant to

unlock, I have no idea.

And then there is the matter of the jewels.

Weams and Magott told me to give the jewels to them.

And did Weams and Magott 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, Weams and Magott.

They took the gems and the other hostages

and rode away with them.

Well, neither Weams nor Magott nor the jewels

nor the doctor and the housekeeper

ever arrived at the rendezvous point.

They're not in Richmond?

And are missing still.

And 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.

Weams and Magott have them, OK?

Wait, no, no.

We left the Coffin factory because there was a call

on the telephone from the police.

We 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,

just so you would give up the jewels?

Dankworth !

Wait.

Wait, no, no, I -- I-I did try to run

away with Clara, sure, but I fell in love with her.

But I-I never -- I never burned anyone!

You have to believe me!

I've told you everything!

You have to believe me!

Come this way, please.

Mr. Bird Whistle. My wife, daughter, and

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.

The 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.

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?

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, because the kidnapping and theft

were 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?

Afraid a little?

We'll see.

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 interests,

Listen, to that end, please return my clothes.

I must leave at once.

Ah, 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.

If you did that, I would stop at nothing to destroy you.

Oh, 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 from 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?

How could I possibly know?

And 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?

Of course not.

I see a ring on your finger.

Tell me, Mr. Birtwhistle, 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 Birtwhistle 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?

When you were present at the rescue, perhaps I could

speak to you in private.

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.

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 Withersea.

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 employees.

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 wouldn't bully, wouldn't I?

It drives me.

I do have other arts.

I could teach you my methods, provided you don't

already know everything.

You show promise as an investigator

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

Oh, 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, ooh,

shall we say 100 pounds.

A fifth of what you were offered.

How generous.

Good day, Mr. Birtwhistle.

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.

Or 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 organization 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 favor, 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.

Oh, we are well past the point I might 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.

Right. Come on, Dom.

Get his other arm.

That's it.

Right, ease him 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.