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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.