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>>> I guess we didn't solve
the crime of the century.

The bank of England. Someone
brilliantly anticipated my actions

By bringing the press with him
into the vault, Whitlock

made sure the world would know
about the robbery and

launched a financial panic
allowing the thread to buy the

bank for pennies on the pound.

Why steal plans for a
weapon in California?

Why demand keys of the
American ambassador?

I have already solved
quite a few of your

problems, Lady Violet.

Including those related to the
less-than-accidental death

of one of your debutantes.

I've arranged a special
guest for Clara's debut.

The current Prime Minister
of Her Majesty's Government.

I will not allow Clara's
ball or my embassy

to be used as an auction
house for weapons.

One cannot decapitate
the entire upper class.

Dan Moriarty did not kill
the coachman to save you.

He did it to save me.

I will bring that
empire to its knees.

I am the red thread.

We have the financial means.

We have the weapon.

Now all we need is the
inciting incident.

I'm afraid to be disappointed.

I hardly recognize myself.

It's only a costume for a
role you're about to play.

Come, let the gentlemen see.

Why, you are a princess.

If princesses wobble.

Now I get my Cinderella
lost her slipper.

But this gown is far too tight.

Shouldn't you let it out?

Why, Mr. Holmes,
it is the fashion.

You won't be running over
any coffins in this gown.

Men's hearts will do
all the racing tonight.

That's enough about racing
hearts, Mr. Halligan.

You already have
enough patience.

Fetch the carriage and
bring it to the front door.

You can leave the envelopes
to me, Mr. Holmes.

We have them in hand.

We'll get those debutants
some competition tonight,

Miss Rojas, at Clara
Anderson's ball.

Have some fun for once.

I thought she didn't like me.

My sister has been rescued,
which has had a beneficial

effect on her disposition.

Also, you two have changed.

From a courageous
but immature child

to an adult who practices the
virtues of patience and reason.

Also, you have helped
me to solve a mystery

that has bedeviled
me for 20 years.

And what mystery is that?

What's the matter?

What? Thank goodness
you're here.

She's desperately ill and
won't let me see her.

What's wrong with her then?

After dinner, she complained
of headaches and dizziness,

and she locked herself in
the lavatory and vomited,

and now she's
refusing to come out.

Little Dove?

Dr. Watson's here now.

Good evening, Little Dove.

I am sorry to find you unwell.

It's nothing.

I'm much better.

If I could--

if I could return
to my own room,

I apologize for any trouble.

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

You'll never-- any trouble, I'll
rush down and get us a cab.

No, Holmes, Holmes,
I have a carriage.

I can easily transport you.

Sherlock, it-- it
would be quicker

if I left now with Dr. Watson,
and if I were to worsen, he

could-- he could help me.

Are you certain?

Yes.

You've been very kind.

Never think otherwise.

I'll send a message tomorrow
as soon as I'm well.

Don't worry for me.

Promise.

Of course.

No worrying.

No worrying.

For the sake of the young
woman's honor, I implore you...

I can't stop seeing that, John.

Indeed, I have other
plans in mind altogether.

The next morning, your
mother left no message.

By the time I
arrived at her room,

she was on a ship
back to America.

Why? That is
the unsolved

mystery of which I spoke.

I thought perhaps your
mother's concern for me

caused her to leave.

Had we married, we
would have been shunned

by many reputable people.

An expression I
use without irony,

but I failed to recognize--
She had morning sickness.

It was not openly
discussed at the time,

and I knew-- I
knew-- I knew very

little about it.

Mama left to save your career.

or her child, deducing she
could not rescue both,

she chose you.

Also, the weapon she designed
was rejected by our government,

or else Lady Violet never
showed the plans to her father.

Your mother was aware that
our wedding could well draw

the lurid scrutiny of the press.

I suggested retiring to
the country to raise bees.

Raise bees?

Why does everyone always
repeat the idea in that tone

What happened to the need
for irrefutable evidence?

Nothing.

It's just, this evening
can well prove dangerous.

While the outcome
remains in doubt,

I wanted you to
have all the facts.

If all goes well, we can
return to this conversation

once the danger has passed.

I no longer need to wear a
gun with my formal attire.

I've waited this long.

I can wait another day.

One question, though.

If you're able to force
Chief Inspector Whitlock

into cooperating...

Oh, Whitlock, Whitlock.

He duped me, he duped me, and
I shall take great pleasure

in returning the favor.

Could we have Lady Violet
arrested for Mama's murder?

I think it more likely she
hired someone for the purpose,

provided the weapon rather than
carrying out the deed herself.

Besides, the crime was
committed in America, not here.

Still, Whitlock may yet
implicate Lady Violet

in other equally
horrifying offenses.

If only we knew why
she needed the keys

from the American embassy.

Yes, and what they unlock.

The Moriarty boy also has
plans for this evening.

He's likely to seek you
out, but to find you...

I know.

My carriage awaits.

I've always wanted to
say it, but that...

Whoa. Steady on those heels.

Are you sure these shoes
aren't going to be

an issue this evening?

They'll be okay.

I just...

I need to fix the laces.

Yes, the laces.

Go, go, go, go.

Sorry. One second.

Oh, that's it.

I've got it.

Better.

Now, you take great care.

Do not be impetuous.

I'll be okay.

Don't worry.

She's taken my gun.

And my handkerchief.

What the devil is she up to?

Chief Inspector Whitlock here.

To whom am I speaking, please?

Your betters, that's who.

And I have a serious problem.

I have already solved quite
a few of your problems,

Lady Violet, including
those related

to the less than
accidental death

of one of your debutantes.

Your taste for
violence has become--

I'm in no mood for a
lecture on morality,

especially from a man who has
been so handsomely rewarded

for betraying the law.

Good evening, Chief Inspector.

I do hope I'm not
interrupting your travel plans.

I noticed a ticket for
a late train to Dover

and another for a trip to
Calais on your whole table.

I'm embarking on a
well-deserved holiday.

What the hell are you
doing in my house, Swan?

Oh, I thought the recording
would make the reason

for my presence here
incredibly clear.

It is against the law
to listen to a man's

telephone calls.

Well, everything
about this conversation

was preserved legally.

I have a warrant here, signed
by the Prime Minister himself,

allowing me to record all
conversations on your telephone.

And yet you play this
recording for me,

and not Lord Salisbury.

I wonder why.

Because in return for
one-fifth of the American

ambassador's missing gems,
which you recovered from

Lord Withersea's estate
after his suicide,

I would give this
recording to you,

Not the Prime Minister.

I might have considered that
offer had I plans to return,

but my holiday could easily
extend to the rest of my life.

So I could just shoot you
for breaking in tonight.

You could kill
Detective Swan and me.

Holmes. We do, of
course, have several

copies of that recording, as
well as evidence connecting

you to the criminal syndicate
known as the Red Thread.

I know where the police have
been placed around this

entire city this evening.

They will presently be occupied
with much bigger problems

than the murder of a
non-entity and a past his prime

consulting detective.

Are you sure you know
where the police are?

You seem terribly surprised
to find Detective

Swan in your parlour.

You'd be more surprised if you
managed to fire that gun before

we finished this conversation.

Perhaps we should base your
next course of action on

whether you prefer a prison
cell swinging from the

neck until dead.

I may be past my prime, but I've
never been more celebrated.

What event could possibly
overshadow my murder?

Perhaps the escape of the
carriage drivers who tried

to rob the Bank of England?

They were rebels, hoping
to crush the empire's

financial systems.

Fools. And only
slightly worse

than Parliament, filled
with politicians and

their petty ambitions.

War will sweep them away and
return power and authority to

the crown where it belongs.

As for the wretched drivers,
no, they will not be escaping.

I merely struck their
names from the lists of

known revolutionaries
and introduced them

to Dan Moriarty.

Or, if you prefer his
alias, Michael Wylie.

Michael Wylie?

But, sir, that's
the clerk that Miss

Rojas demanded to see.

Swan! The criminal
confesses to

us, not the other way around.

You know, leaving the country
with the ambassador's jewels

makes you look less
like a royalist and

more like a criminal escaping
with an enormous bribe

for your unique assistance.

No one else could have ordered
so many custom-made carriages

ostensibly designed
for the transport

of the criminally
insane, or employed

these carriages for the
supposed transfer of the gold

from the ship to the
bank, or indeed,

allowed me to inspect one such
carriage in great detail.

Inspect it?

The carriage nearly
ran you down.

Young Moriarty was absolutely
furious for having to save you.

It should have been unnecessary.

Both men were meant to abandon
the kidnapping and flee.

The young Moriarty
failed to reflect

on how much a hardened
criminal might sacrifice

for the honor of killing me.

Oh, that reporter you
brought along to the bank,

that was to instigate
the market crash.

Isn't it obvious?

Well, I've been far
more instrumental

than you seem to understand.

In many ways, I am
the Red Thread,

and through my office,
I have kept the rest

of my confederates
from ever being caught

committing a crime.

They will prove grateful.

And for interrupting my escape,

I expect the Red Thread
to murder your - um...

Shall we still refer
to her as your maid?

Not senseless with
a single blow.

Mr. Holmes, I have no idea.

Yes, I was something of
a boxer in my youth.

Marvel, Swan, by
all means, Marvel.

Cuff the man.

Yes, of course.

No one had me as a revolver.

I need the weapon.

Oh.
Jewels.

Clara was so excited when she
realized you were joining us

and that you would also
be meeting your children.

The ambassador and I
are grateful and amazed

you would make such
a long journey.

Please have an
enjoyable evening,

and thank you so
much for coming.

His Excellency, the
Ambassador from Germany,

Count von Hatzfeld, zu
Wildenburg, and his wife.

Pleasure, Miss Anderson.

Ambassador Anderson,
I congratulate you on

saving the British Empire.

Don't fall for that.

He was fit to be tied when
all that gold was found.

But I was never prouder
to be an American.

Enjoy your special
evening, Miss Anderson.

And don't make hasty decisions
when it comes to marriage.

If you like to dance,
younger men can keep

you spinning all night.

Thank you, Countess, for
that well-meaning advice.

There's more where
that came from.

Oh, what an
incredible resource.

Thank you.

Lady Violet, I hope you save
a waltz for me tonight.

Thank you, Count Vildenberg.

His Excellency, Prime
Minister Lord Robert Arthur

Talbot Gascoigne Cecil,
Marquis of Salisbury, Knight

of the Order of the Garter,
Knight of the Grand Cross of

the Royal Victorian Order,
Privy Counsellor and Deputy...

Thank you.

Thank you
ever so much.

Your kindness in allowing our
police to search the premises

has made me the last of
the guests to arrive.

But we are thankful that
you will be well protected.

We are sensible of the great
honour you pay us this evening.

Oh, the honour is all mine.

And you, young lady, have united
all of London's diplomatic

community in one place.

Single-handedly ending my
policy of splendid isolation.

I would never suggest a
man of your experience

would be in error.

Yet, I am persuaded my guests
are even more interested

in you than they are me.

Diplomacy runs in
the family, I see.

Oh, now if you'll excuse
me for one moment.

They're playing my song.

Let's go through, my dears.

Shall we?

In society, maintaining
a lady's proper altitude

requires a balance, a twist,
defiance and elegance.

You have too much of one and
not enough of the other.

My lords, ladies,
and gentlemen,

the American ambassador to
the court of St. James,

Mr. Paul Anderson with his wife.

And the guest of
honor, their daughter,

Clara Reichart Anderson.

Shall we?

Good evening, Amelia.

Sorry, you surprised me.

May I have this dance?

I don't know the steps.

This is not what I
think of as dancing.

You watched it being taught.

It's quite simple, really.

Let me show you.

I can't carry on
and instruct you.

Move with the music.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

See?

Easy.

It's on.

I was with Clara greeting
guests all evening,

and yet I missed your arrival.

I was already here,
in a small party,

celebrating our successful
intervention in saving the bank.

I'm surprised Mr.
Holmes wasn't invited.

Wasn't he at all helpful?

His reward is the gratitude
of the ruling class,

which he fully deserves.

What we deserve, Amelia, is
a new world, a better world.

I could take you there,
if you'd like me.

Can you also take me
back to California?

And to my mother's ranch, too?

That's where she was murdered.

My mother, Lucia
Rojas, the killer,

stole map cases
with her designs.

And they left a red
thread around the knife

that they killed her with.

Does that sound familiar?

It's the first I've heard of it.

And I am...

I'm deeply sorry.

You didn't know Lady Violet
sent someone to kill my mother

and steal her weapon design.

I had no idea.

Please. Do you
blame Clara or her

family for the colonization
of your continent?

And the mass murder
of your people?

Is her father not associated
with the government

that tried to eradicate
the native tribes?

Do not hold me to a
higher standard than

you do the Andesans.

I refuse responsibility for
Lady Violet or her schemes.

Your quarrel is with
her, not with me.

You use this idea
for a better world

to justify all the crimes
you'll commit to create it.

That's the exact idea that
dispossessed my people

from their lives and their land.

If you really want
a better world,

why not help people figure
out how to share the

one we already have?

Unless what you really want
is not to free everyone,

But to take the world for
yourself, is that it, Dan?

Amelia, if Lady Violet
sees the chance,

she will kill you.

I know.

I'm counting on it.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

In fact, save me another dance.

We can pick this up
where we left off.

A very good job on
the gold, Mr. Holmes.

A very good job.

Hi, I can't tell you
how relieved I...

Thank you, Inspector.

Are you here
tonight as part of

the Prime Minister's police?

Not to worry.

We searched the
building before

allowing the PM to enter,
and our deployment was

organized by the chief
inspector, so I have no doubt.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I believe your lack
of doubt is the

principal reason Whitlock
chose you for this assignment.

Mr. Dankworth left this
for you, Mr. Holmes.

From a professor friend
of yours, I believe.

Thank you very much.

As the PM's police,
we're always worried,

but Lord Salisbury is
safe here tonight.

Safe as if you were in a
vault in the Bank of England.

I disagree.

The Prime Minister is the
target of desperate assassins,

and the police have
been prearranged

to allow the killers to escape.

Have you checked this balcony?

Oh, yeah, not to
worry, Mr. Holmes.

The entrances are locked.

Locked?

The balconies are
decrepit and unsafe,

and all the keys to the
various entrances are lost,

so it's not in any way a threat.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Not now, Miss Anderson.

Please, it's about
the red thread.

One moment.

Inspector, your precautions
are inadequate.

Take the Prime Minister
home immediately.

Lady Violet just threatened me.

Threatened you how?

I was told that if I don't
take my next dance with

the Turkish ambassador
and tell him to meet her

in the stables by her
carriage, she will ruin me.

She knows about Charlie.

Lady Violet's threats
will come to naught.

Where's Amelia?

Oh, of course.

Just when I needed her the most.

Right.

Fancy seeing you here.

First time in a stable?

You make a great mistake by
confronting me in this manner.

I'm sorry.

Allow me to follow the
etiquette of a proper servant.

You are even less
clever than I supposed.

This pitiful show of force
will have no effect on the

business I transact tonight.

I'm not here to stop the
sale of my mother's designs.

I want justice for her murder.

The map case you're holding
and the knife from your

collection in your parlor?

The one that was left
in my mother's heart?

They both prove that you
conspired to kill her.

Since you insist
on bringing it up,

do not forget what was tied
to the knife when you pulled

it from dear mommy's heart.

Harm me and the red thread
will dispatch you before

you ever meet a judge.

I'm not sure about that.

Your friend the chief
inspector is under arrest.

You're influenced
with the police.

You're influenced
with the police.

I should have thrown
you from the ship

when I had the chance.

Return to the ball
and I shall forgive

this insolent intrusion
into my affairs.

No.

Place the map case on the
ground and roll it toward me.

Why not just shoot
me and take it?

I don't want the gunshot
to frighten the horses

before I make my escape.

You have fantasized
about this confrontation

far too much.

No.

I refuse to play
my assigned part.

If you want the map
cakes, little girl,

come and take it.

Be warned, you are
in grave danger

from wet gravity.

Take your hands
off my daughter.

At last, you admit the truth.

Of course, we have guessed
it, But it is satisfying to

hear it spoken out loud.

Dear, dear, what will happen
when the public learns you

fathered a child out of
wedlock with a savage

and kept your
offspring as a maid?

Well, maybe the public will be
more horrified to learn that you

murdered an innocent
girl just to open a date

for Clara Anderson's debut.

Or perhaps they'll
concentrate on your attempts

to sell a devastating weapon to
one of England's potential foes

while trying to start a war.

Do not mistake me for
an adolescent girl

whom you can manipulate
with threats of gossip.

We are beyond that.

I'll show you just
how far beyond,

and I beg you, do not
prematurely fire my revolver.

The red thread has unraveled.

Now for your sake,
give me the gun

and tell me how you were to
assassinate Lord Salisbury.

Quickly.

I could have helped, but
I have been put off by

your condescending attitude.

You see, I am the Red Threat.

So whatever you think
you've accomplished,

it will not come undone.

The Moriarty boy will see that
war begins this very night,

and that was always my purpose.

This is justice at
its most poetic.

The world's most
esteemed detective

perishes with his greatest
mystery unsolved.

Events might have turned out
differently had you not fallen

for that primitive, wild woman.

Or realized my wit was
the equal of your own.

I shall treasure our final
party until my dying day.

Farewell, Sherlock.

Farewell, Lady Violet.

Lucky for you, she didn't
look down the barrel

before firing the gun.

I could see my handkerchief
crammed inside there

from where I stood,
at your high heels.

You kept up this wobble so
that Lady Violet would think--

Would think I was a clumsy ox.

Otherwise, she might
not have attacked me.

Very impressive balancing act.

Hardly surprising, given
that both your parents

were virtuosos of
the theatrical arts.

Indeed, were I not a
genius, I might well have

become an actor.

Take a look at this.

During a visit to his
father, Dan Moriarty

claimed he was the red
thread, as did Lady Violet,

as did Chief Inspector Whitlock
when I confronted him.

So there seems to
be some confusion

amongst our conspirators over
which one of them is in charge.

And though they differ on
what it should accomplish,

they all share the
same objective,

the commencement of a great war.

That is something
more than a crime.

Did I hear a gunshot out here?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Lady Violet is a victim
of her own malice,

I'm sorry to say, since she
was attempting to murder me.

Well, I told you to return the
Prime Minister to number 10.

I asked him to
leave, Mr. Holmes,

but he said not before
he delivers a toast

to Miss Anderson.

Last, this debitant.

Stand aside.

Excuse me.

Stand, sir.

Before I say anything else, I
would like to speak four of

the most important words
in the English language.

God save the Queen!

God save the Queen!

And before we adjourn
to our dining...

Head for the Ambassador.

Make sure he gets Lord
Salisbury away from the

podium, out of the light.

...United States that at
their convenience, we

would welcome our former...

Ambassador, the Prime
Minister is in danger.

Your sister is in danger.

You need to get him
out of this room.

Of course, I jest.

Our host's recent boldness
in preventing a crash

in our financial markets
is due a tribute itself.

But not tonight.

Tonight is for a very
special young woman

who has emerged from a
life-threatening crisis

is withholding his
grace and maturity.

Those qualities that
convert a woman

from a mere wife and
mother to a source of

modern refinement.

Join me now as I raise a
glass to Miss Clara Anderson,

whose beauty, brilliance,
and refinement--

The killer was
an invited guest.

One cannot decapitate
the entire upper class

and their gentry accomplices.

That has been tried.

Pay no attention to Herbert.

Look, these shoes, part
of the Wigstars' livery.

He's Catholic.

So our would-be assassin
arrived with the catering

but changed his clothes
before trying to shoot

the Prime Minister.

Good shot, I must say.

We're in the dark, too.

Very near thing, a very
near thing indeed.

Now, what do we have here?

Oh. What's
that?

That, Bertie, is the new
naval ensign for the

Austro-Hungarian Empire.

That's how the war is
supposed to begin.

Pardon me for the
change in subject,

but Telegram mentioned something
about the Ambassador's jewels.

In a moment, Bertie.

Amelia, you recognize
the cuff links.

Amelia?

Amelia? How can
you even hope

to find the accomplice without
the police to help you?

Because I already know
who the accomplice is.

This attack may have
been orchestrated

by the young Moriarty, but he
would never have sacrificed

himself in the attempt.

I believe Amelia has
gone in search of him.

We must wish her success.

And in the meantime, Bertie,

Seek out the ambassador.

Amelia, stand aside.

No.

I don't have
time for this.

You said that you
didn't know anything

about what happened
in California.

But Lady Violet was selling
my mother's designs

as a weapon of war
the same night

that you were trying
to start one.

That's not a coincidence!

I don't want a war.

I want a revolution.

You made a lot of money
from this revolution.

You say you're a rebel, but
you act like an outlaw.

All rebels are
outlaws until they win.

In victory, I promise
you the greatest history

money can buy.

You're in my way.

I could shoot you
where you stand.

But... But if you
swear on your life

not to tell anyone
you saw me here,

if you walk away now,
I'll let you live.

Someone probably
will find you here.

Eventually. But I
swear, I will never,

under any circumstances,
tell anyone where I saw you.

But I'd blow that
out if I were you.

Why?

Because the air in the passage
comes from a vent in this door.

So pretty soon you're gonna
have to choose between

seeing and breathing.

Amelia!
Amelia!

Let me out!

Why this...

It's amazing.

After the events
of this evening,

my wife might well
find some comfort

in the recovery of her jewels.

I will return the insurance
company's benefit tomorrow,

and I'm sure they will pay
you a handsome reward.

But what about Mr.
Holmes, to whom you claim

we owe so much?

I intend to split my
bonus with Holmes,

for he's no interest in money.

Thank you, Sherlock,
for allowing me to

conduct my business first.

At last, Ambassador.

We arrive at the moment
where we must tell

each other the truth.

Well, that sounds
slightly ominous.

Are we at odds, Mr. Holmes?

Well, I'm not here to befriend
you, if that's what you mean.

But lives are at stake,
so we must negotiate.

I am protected by
diplomatic immunity.

And even were I not, I
have committed no crime.

Well, I cannot prove otherwise.

In the attempted
assassination of Lord

Salisbury, you are guiltless.

The keys to the balcony were
surrendered in exchange

for your daughter's life.

And the payment of a
ransom is not illegal.

Chief Inspector Whitlock
has protected you

and most of your associates
from criminal liability

in exchange for a bribe,
which you arranged.

Bribe?

What bribe?

The jewels,
of course.

Which you allowed to be stolen
so that Chief Inspector Whitlock

could find and keep them.

It's a remarkably
sophisticated payoff.

Simultaneously
corrupting the police

whilst obtaining for yourselves
the true value of the gems,

which you then converted
into an enormous fortune.

And look, the bribe returns,
none the worse for its absence.

Much like Clara, though
I do admit some surprise

at the depths of your amorality.

Not even the kidnapping
of your daughter

could convince you to
abandon your accomplices.

What a hypocrite you are.

How dare I allow Clara to
remain in the vicinity

of Dan Moriarty and Lady Violet?

Who else but a monster would
risk his own child's life

by putting her in
the constant company

of murderers and thieves?

And yet you accuse
me of immorality.

I do, indeed.

Every other member
of the Red Thread

with whom I have spoken
wanted to start a great war

involving Britain and
other colonial powers.

Is that your position, too?

Far from it.

In fact, I advise against
the conflict as unwise.

But not too much.

For a great war amongst
Europe's industrial powers

can have but one winner.

The United States.

As our biggest competitors
destroy each other,

America will step into
the manufacturing breach,

helped by some smart
investments under my direction

at the Bank of England.

Honestly, with so many of
its own citizens determined

that your country cannot
continue as it is,

one must deduce that
the British Empire

has passed its zenith.

Anything else?

Oh, yes.

Yes, there is.

You may be aware that my
dear old friend, Dr. Watson,

occasionally writes
about my cases.

And he avoids charges of
libel whilst disguising

his character so clumsily
that only a complete fool

could fail to recognize, well,
your daughter, for example.

You would not
dare to allow him--

Not dare, sir.

I will chain him to the desk.

I will supply the ink myself.

Now I offer a fair
exchange, Clara's future

happiness for Emilia's, and
if I or anyone close to me

should meet with an accident
or die or be just a

little late for dinner, then
the case of the red thread

will be immediately
published in The Strand.

Oh, don't bother
looking shocked.

The bargain I propose
is why you agreed

to have Amelia in
your household,

to protect her from your
more vicious associates.

I will protect your daughter,
and you will protect mine.

Yes, yes, this is the
disagreeable treaty by which

we must keep the peace.

Now, I mention in part it.

Everyone else who sought
to profit from a position

in the Red Thread
seems to have been

badly mistaken.

Even after death.

Good night, sir.

A most unsatisfactory ending.

Professor Moriarty comes out
more sympathetic than he should.

And I object to Amelia
being left out of the plot.

She played a role in all-- On
this subject, I am immovable.

Amelia may stay
and work with us,

but our relationship
must be kept a secret,

known only to the
people in this room.

We hoped not to interrupt
breakfast with your daughter.

Don't worry, Mr. Holmes.

We understand the
dangers well enough.

The secret will hold.

I can but hope.

It won't be the
same without you.

You'll have Mr. Halligan here,
and I will visit on Sundays.

Ah. God, Watson's
manuscript will.

With my life, sir, if necessary.

If it's any comfort there, I'll
be making breakfast from now on.

That should be a little relief.

Mrs. Halligan will doubtlessly
read that story on her way home.

It's a shame it
can't be published.

With the ambassador untouchable,
it leaves you with a

problematic finish.

How did Dan make such
a daring getaway?

Must have been
very well planned.

Amelia could not even
imagine the workings

of such a wicked mind.

Shocking. Starting a war
to bring down the Empire.

Forgive me while I scrub
the ink off my hands.

Thank you for a very warm
welcome, Dr. Watson.

I am glad for the
reinforcements.

Together we can help
Holmes master everything,

but his ego.

Who else but a monster would
risk his own child's life

by putting her in the
constant company of

murderers and thieves.

Much as I respect
your abilities,

I have lately wondered if
I have put you in danger

more than I should have.

Look, Mr. Holmes, I mean...

father.

Papa?

Worse, I think.

Papa.
Yeah.

We'll figure it out.

Don't be hard on yourself.

I was determined to
find Mama's killers and

bring them to justice.

And along the way, you offered
me insight, guidance, and now

a chance to be your partner.

A silent partner.

I would not want
our relationship to

threaten your safety.

And I admit, with the
Moriarty boy on the loose,

I am happier to have you
here and in the family

business, as it were.

I don't think you need to
worry about Dan coming back.

I don't expect to
ever see him again.