Original subtitles

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

Who did he give us?

I can't take this case.

You will observe the thread.

But 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 US 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.

(suspenseful music)

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 draught 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

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.

(theme music)

I thought my lessons would be in detection.

Finding Clara 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.

(footsteps)

So it wasn't terrible?

It's your best attempt yet.

You may soon be capable of porridge.

Now to examine your artistry.

(mellow music)

Detailed hand.

Good likeness.

(knock and door opening)

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.

Bye.

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.

(door closing)

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 a port.

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

And this is your first assignment.

I want you to return to the Ambassador's residence,

Incongneito

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.

Okay, 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 a 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.

Oh.

(door opening)

(door closing)

My dear Watson, where are you?

(mellow music)

(upbeat music)

(city ambiance)

What's this?

Oh, it's a little plaster.

The Ambassador asked me to pour it into the

foot and hoof prints 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.

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

This one.

Right there.

(pouring plaster)

(upbeat music)

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.

'Ere 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'm glad of the 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 hear them gems is worth a palace.

But, I thought Ambassador Anderson's was rich.

Lost his shirt when an American railroad company

went bankrupt, so all the Mistress' money now

well er and 'er father's.

Imagine losing your daughter

in a great fortune on the same night,

and all to the coachmen.

Charlie never stole no jewels.

You mark my words it's one of them Pinkertons as nicked 'em

Charlie's sweet.

Walked out with me on a few of our evenings off.

Lucky you.

Where did he take you?

The seven bells in Stepney

Always bought me a port wine.

And he tell me about his gold.

Charlie has gold.

Was going to inherit it.

Any day.

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

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

Just you see they don't.

(music)

(upbeat music)

Must be wonderful to have such beautiful dresses.

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

Down the stairs, look, you've got a reporter coming up here.

You have to be invisible to get by me.

(door opening)

Let!

Go!

Take your hands off of me!

I can arrest you for trespassing.

I told your employers services are no longer required.

He doesn't 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 It isn't necessary to arrest her.

No publicity, I said.

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

Very well.

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.

(door opening)

(city street ambiance)

(upbeat music)

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.

Had no small footsteps.

So you believe that whilst a hot water jar

was taken up to the Anderson's 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.

(rapid page turning)

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 found the carriage.

(rapid page turning)

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.

Now, 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 sharpen my discretion.

And while I saw the riddle of the missing carriages,

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

as you florid 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, there is a list of every disreputable

beautiful stable yard in the East End.

The ambassador's horses, 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.

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?

Part of me 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 will receive further instructions.

(high impact music)

(city street ambiance)

(high impact music)

(city street ambiance)

All clear, sir.

Ah, 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.

Yeah, price was right, Mr. Homes?

Did you a deal on that and no mistake.

Speedy little thing.

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 that's not a coach wheel.

It's stolen from Stepney to Seven Oaks without you knowing.

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

is beyond the purse of customers like mine.

Present company excluded, of course.

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.

Yeah, I mean, God bless her, you know.

Indeed so why keep the object of your devotion

on this particular wall?

I just, this wall. Mr. Holmes, please,

Um, that area's the first

Private

(soft music)

(soft music)

Young lady, that horse is a veritable Pegasus

attached to a proper carriage.

you will feel you are in flight!

But maybe beyond your purse there,

I could not part in animals such as this.

For less than 40 pounds?

Or may I pat him?

Will he allow me?

Of course.

The noble beast.

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

(chuckling)

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 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 is 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 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. May I? Please.

Well,

it's sad to say it was, it was in a pub.

The seven bells in Stepney.

Why, Mr. Holmes, you are as good

as the stories make you out of me.

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 at 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 twenty thousand dollars.

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

I can't even afford a fifth of that in pounds.

But you did buy the carriage.

Yes, sir.

I have that misfortune.

And now I'm out, six hundred dollars, 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 am eternally grateful.

Did I?

Ouch.

(grunting)

Oh.

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 off the horses, go upstairs,

and see the fortune teller.

Come on, then.

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.

(suspenseful music)

This way, if you please, Miss Rojas.

You probably weren't expecting

to speak to the dead today, were you?

Uh, no.

(suspenseful music)

I came here.

No need to say.

I already know.

Goodbye Miss Rojas.

(suspenseful music)

Taken by surprise, are we?

You can't trap me in here.

I already am.

Maybe you shall be less trusted

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.

(suspenseful music)

Careful.

I don't want to lose my teeth.

(playful music)

You nearly scared me to death.

I thought something happened to you.

Well, 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 and 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 shops without being recognized,

allowing me to confirm some of my suspicions

about the missing jewels.

But why must you go unrecognized?

(sigh)

Well,

If you are to help me, Amelia,

but 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, no.

Roberto was let go.

Alas, not so my dear friend Dr Watson,

and my housekeeper Mrs Hudson,

both of whom were abducted 2 weeks ago.

And so,

my maid.

The one they found in the river.

Yes.

Yes it is my fault I'm afraid.

made the dreadful mistake of searching for

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. Which they then sent me in a pencil

box. 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. 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, 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 possible detective yet. Already prove

your prowess as a tracker. How much did Charlie

receive with his stolen horses? Forty dollars a piece,

but they were worth a lot more. Well, this information

confirms my suspicions.

What'snext?

Take one of the horses you

retrieved and go directly to the

seven bells in Stepney. 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. No. Here, take this.

Another list. Instruction firms employing

joiners and carpenters that made something

of a study of nails and screws. But this one, plexus 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. In order to solve your

mother's murder, you must master

every skill.

(music)

(page turning)

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, lots.

(glass clinking)

I'll give you two shillings for the shift.

If you're any good, you can stay. Come on.

(live music)

I'm going to go. I need to get some glasses

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

Put that on. You'll ruin that dress

(foot stomping)

(muffled talking)

Do you know this man?

(muffled talking)

Do you know this man, Charlie?

(muffled talking)

Charlie Holroyd.

If I had 10 bob for every girl in this boozer,

he told about his gold.

And they all fall for it.

Not you too?

No.

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!

Alright!

Which I, of course, know.

Charlie don't mind.

(dramatic music)

(glasses clinking)

Uh, 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 where you were only considered

a proper joiner if you've 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'll find another like that one.

(music)

(soft music)

Charlie.

Hello.

Oh, I know you.

Not you again.

I've been here working all night.

Oh, have you then?

I knew you was under game.

Alright, you've had your warning.

Look, please.

This is Claire 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 and bring back more men.

I'll be back a bit after sunrise.

Oh, and miss.

Yes.

If you're hanging my chain,

you'll be in the clink so long

you'll forget what daylight looks like.

Deal.

(dramatic music)

(city street sound)

(knock on door and opening)

Eggs done the way you like, sir.

and served early, as requested,

since we have to be off so soon.

Where's 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--

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?

(unlocking door)

That'll be all.

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

(dramatic music)

Not bad.

(fast page turning)

How quickly will they be here?

Stall as long as you can, mate.

Getting these hostages out alive in a hurry will be a job.

But we'll think of something.

(dramatic music)

(city street ambiance)

(muffled screaming)

I want them gems Charlie.

No, I was supposed to keep them until--

Change of plans.

I've been tipped off, police are on their way.

Hand them over now.

It's all there.

It had 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.

Then drop the girl off near our 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 giving up the keys,

so his daughter has to be returned.

If I don't see flames,

when I look back over my shoulder,

you'll rue the day.

(upbeat music)

Charlie!

Get a move on!

(upbeat dramatic music)

Two coffins?

(dramatic music)

Yaaah.

(dramatic music)

(city street ambiance)

Whoa, Whoa.

Get up.

Come on.

(muffled talking)

(upbeat music)

Here!

(dramatic music)

(police whistles)

(muffled talking)

Got him, Inspector!

Where's the ambassador's daughter?

Oh, come on, find her.

(mellow music)

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 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.

He wouldn't part from them jewels

for less than twenty thousand dollars.

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 laudanum 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 laboratory,

they were referred to as Doctor and Mrs.

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,

that 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 are 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 does 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.

(mellow music)

I pity you, Clara.

I hardly need tell you any destination

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

(horse galloping)

How did you know about Charlie and Clara?

When you told me when you handed over

the plastered casts of the footprints

going in and out of the ambassador's house.

But there was just one pair of boots

and a 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--

It would have been deeper

because of the way Charlie was carrying,

but they weren't 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 and

they both exited by the front door.

Clara in her favorite travel dress,

which you noted was missing.

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

and 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 the 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'm here to comprehend.

But you can still question Charlie.

He's in custody.

Do you think I could just waltz into prison

without the whole world knowing,

or is 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 you 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'll claim to be,

you'll 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 will come into the station with us!

(dramatic music)