All language subtitles for S05E01 The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax

My dear Holmes, today I walked 14 miles
across rough terrain and hardly a twinge

from either my leg or my shoulder.

The landscape is as handsome as it is
reported.

I still entertain the hope.

that I can prevail upon you to join me.

I appreciate, of course, that the
beauties of nature mean little to you,

believe you would have found some of the
guests at my hotel most intriguing.

Moral splendour is on display in the
person of the striking Major

hero of the Boer War, sadly crippled in
the defence of Ladysmith, now engaged in

charitable work.

His nurse is a Miss Calder, whose
attentiveness suggests... not only that

his disciple, but also that tenderer
feelings may be involved.

Most fascinating of all, however, is an
extraordinary woman, one who would stand

out in any society, the Lady Frances
Carsacks.

I suppose one would call her modern,
except that she seems to come from an

ancient line of English eccentrics.

Yesterday, as if to confirm the general
opinion of her oddity, she declared that

she would sail herself to church across
the lake.

There was much speculation in the hotel
carriage as we travelled towards the

charming little lakeside chapel about
whether Lady Frances would be as good as

her word.

And those of us foolish enough to doubt
her were soon rebuked by the sight of

the skiff moored in the shallows and by
the stern gaze of its captain when she

greeted us within.

Surprisingly jolly sermon -maker.
Laughed like a cat.

She appears to care not a jot what her
fellow guests make of her, and seems

quite insensible to the vivid impression
she creates wherever she goes.

We were all amused, certainly, at the
sight of her trying to board the skip.

But since she had accomplished the
outward journey with such skill, we had

reason to suppose that her return voyage
would present her with any greater

difficulty.

or that it would end in the way that it
did.

I had decided to walk back across the
fell, so I was not amongst those who

waited to cheer Lady Frances on her
return.

I arrived a little later, at exactly the
moment when tragedy threatened to

strike.

I have never felt so powerless in my
life.

As powerless, so I thought, as the old
soldier in his wheelchair, who had only

been able to shout it seemed for help.

As with many men, I have noticed a
weakness in one part of the body is

compensated by great strength elsewhere.

Unable to walk, Fletcher was yet able to
swim powerfully with his arms alone.

Reinforcements arrived in due course
from the hotel, and tragedy was happily

averted. Now all parties are recovered,
it is reported that the Lady Frances is

resentful of her rescue, as if her
suffragette principle had been somehow

compromised.

All agree, at any rate, that Major
Schlesinger is the hero of the hour.

Miss Calder's attentions are now
translated into patent adoration.

No doubt further praise will be in order
when he lectures on his missionary

activities at the hotel tomorrow.

He is, by the way, the British
representative of the Mission Church of

the Healer, whose theatre of work is the
High Andes of Peru.

Morning.

Major Schlesinger is avoiding me.

The poor man is embarrassed by his own
heroism.

Perhaps he now thinks I'm obliged to
contribute to his work.

And have such extraordinary weaknesses.

Don't you think?

Oh, yes, certainly.

You do, of course, I agree.

Would you care to take a turn by the
lake?

Major Schlesinger works tirelessly for
his church, does he not?

I understand the need for funds is
considerable.

He's lecturing on his cause tomorrow
here in the hotel, hoping to raise some

money. He'll do well.

The local matronate will happily part
with half a guinea each for the company

such a man, albeit in public.

Do I shock you?

Not at all.

I shock my brother.

As the Earl of Rufton, I think he feels
that it is his duty to be shocked.

Oh, it's very beautiful here, isn't it?

I spent every summer of my childhood
here by this lake.

It's very beautiful.

It is indeed.

He's to visit me tomorrow.

Who? My brother.

That is duty too, of course.

Damn it.

Ah, Lady Frances.

What a pleasant surprise.

I must confess that her behaviour
continues to fascinate me.

I grant that her reaction to this
unknown horseman was extreme, but many

reactions are.

Had she known him, I wonder?

What lies in her past to prompt this
fear of him?

In looking for an explanation, I am
placing some hopes in the visit we

this afternoon from her brother, the
Earl of Rufton.

By all accounts, his oddities are of an
entirely different order from those of

his sister's.

Where she flouts convention, he has
raised the conventions of a former era

the status of a faith.

As for myself, I notice an increasing
indifference to the natural beauty which

lies about me.

My thoughts return constantly to the
Lady Frances.

There is something about her life which
prompts my sympathy, some unhappiness I

can sense which I would dearly like to
dispel.

It is to be hoped that her spirits will
be lifted by her brother's visit, but

she remains subdued from yesterday's
strange encounter.

Who is he, Holmes?

Why did he not wish to make himself
known?

Watson, you're a brick.

I came here, Fanny, to see how you were,
not to be lectured. It's not a lecture,

it's a request.

Sounds like a lecture. It's quite
simple. I need some money.

Just like that.

I suppose you've been overdoing it
again, haven't you? I do not overdo it,

If I have ever overspent the wretched
allowance you give me, it's because

someone has been in need. Oh, yes, your
famous heart of gold.

Except that it's my money, and there
isn't any. You know perfectly well there

isn't. The hall's falling to bits.

There's a family of owls in the east
wing, and you think... What is it this

time?

Helping penniless poets in Islington?

You only know how to be cruel, don't
you?

What have you ever cared for what I
want?

The last 15 years of my life have been
wretched, and now at last I have the

chance to make something of it. Doesn't
that have any meaning for you?

The trouble is you won't even take
advice, will you?

You've been offered everything. You've
turned it all down. What have I been

offered? Marriage.

Good marriages.

To be the unpaid slave of a titled yokel
who hasn't even read a book, who thinks

bark is something terriers do.

All right, all right.

What have you got against me doing this?
What?

I want to get out of this miserable mess
my life is in.

To be my own...

of my life.

Why do you always hold me back?

Think of it, John.

Think of it.

Just one payment.

One.

You could see the back of me forever.

The Mule Express, as we have dubbed it,
brings the mail once a month.

Letters, of course, and food for the
mind from the Library of Christ, and

medicine for the well -being of my
flock.

whom you may see here posing outside the
mission below a temporary belfry.

When I show you the next picture of a
leading member of my congregation, you

will understand how the parable of the
shepherd and the lost sheep has become

transmuted in our teaching into that of
the llama herd and the lost llama.

And finally, our church, humble as it
is, rough.

And poor indeed, I'm proud to tell you
that the word of God is preached as

fervently within its walls, and is as
joyously received there as in any great

cathedral here at home.

Thank you, thank you, as inspiring as I
predict.

I regret to say that the rigours of his
itinerary press hard upon Major

Schlesinger, who will shortly be
departing for Whitehaven.

We could be taking up a collection on
behalf of his estimable mission, of

course.

What do you mean? I mean that the remedy
lies in your own hands. Oh.

You know how.

If you're really serious, you know what
to do, damn it. I'm sick of you coming

to me with these crackpot notions.

You know my responsibilities.

If you hadn't thrown away all your
chances, you wouldn't be in this

now. Well, I've had enough!

You know what you have to do.

Grow up and do it!

My last resort.

In which room is Mr. Schlesinger's
meeting taking place?

I'm afraid the meeting finished half an
hour ago, madam.

Mr. Schlesinger left for Whitehaven by
now.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I've forgotten.

Lady Francis?

Leave me alone!

Excuse me?

You, sir!

I've no doubt you will tell me my fears
are unfounded, Holmes.

But the repeated appearance of this man
has cast a shadow over her life which,

try as she might, she cannot lift.

Evening paper, Mr. Holmes.

Fence me a cab!

John Watson, Lake Hotel, Fellmere,
Cumberland.

But, but, but, Mr. Holmes.

I shall not be here, Mrs. Hudson.

Dr. Watson!

I shall be on the 817 out of Euston.

Dr. Watson!

My cab awaits you down there.

Read. Mr. Holmes.

Read.

Grave danger Lady Frances stop.

Never let from sight stop.

On my way.

Boom.

How does it feel here?

I, um...

Disappeared what?

Disappeared.

Did Lady Frances pay her bill?

No, sir. Did she?

Is she all in it? No, sir.

She took none of her luggage?

We think not, sir.

Where's Mr. Holmes?

Nothing yet, Holmes.

I'm beginning to fear the worst.

I blame myself. I knew I should have
pursued that fellow. It is a

What is?

Do you not see it is most conspicuous?

What? The scare, Watson, the sailing
scare.

It's not here.

Precisely. It is possible that there
lies the Lady Frances Carfax silent road

Adam's side. It is the nearest railhead,
as you know. You don't mean that this

fellow abducted her by boat?

Soon.

Which of the three more likely
possibilities?

Best French single.

Dove Grey.

She had a grey silk shawl.

Oh, that will tell us nothing more. What
other three possibilities, Holmes?

What did she usually wear this for? Oh,
her outside clothes. The three

possibilities.

She may have run away with an intended
abductor. He may have abducted her by

boat, as you suggest, or by some other
means.

She may, considering an emotional
condition...

They've been deceived into going with
him. I can hardly believe that. She was

terrified of him. Believe me. I believe
you.

Yes.

A stray chicken in the world of foxes.

Once she's gobbled up, she's hardly
missed.

Come, Watson.

Now, horses should be saddled by now.
Horses?

I have been someone extravagant in my
choice of mind.

But delay must be dangerous in this
matter. We should be at Rafton Hall at

I don't see what possible interest it
could have for you, sir.

Considerable interest, I assure you. One
of the most dangerous classes in the

world is the drifting and friendless
woman.

With no one to protect and guide her,
she's the inevitable inciter of crime in

others.

I treat the disappearance of your sister
with utmost seriousness.

Do you think I do not?

I'm merely suggesting that it is
frivolous to keep from me the substance

quarrel.

It was after all this quarrel which
immediately preceded her disappearance.

Might have something to do with the
drunken poet she once knew.

What? I understand from my colleagues
that she may have seen him recently.

Green.

I thought I'd seen the last of him.

I sent him packing 15 years ago.

What is his connection with your sister?

He used to court her.

Great brute of a fellow.

She wouldn't have anything to do with
him.

The honourable Philip Green.

Never was a title so abused.

He went to the dogs completely.

Drink, gambling.

Ended up destitute in Islington,
pretending to write poetry.

Of course, Francis became interested in
him as soon as he lost everything.

How did you send him packing?

He was a violent fellow, and he drank.

I'd heard talk of prosecution, debt,
assault.

I gave him £100 and bought him a ticket
to Australia.

Show his face round here, I'll set the
dogs on him.

Now, you're quarrelled with your sister.

Money.

She wanted money.

She has none of her own.

I make her an allowance out of the
estate.

It's modest, but you've seen the place.

She has no affidavit, though.

Yes. She has.

I told her if she wanted money, she
could sell this.

It's a priceless collection.

That was designed for the French royal
family by Fragonard.

We acquired it all at the Revolution.

And now it's hers.

What I have is owls.

Owls in the East Wing.

I want to see the owls.

Where does she keep them?

Does she travel with them?

No. Then where are they kept?

My lord, your sister has vanished.

How and why, we do not know.

But I reason to believe that she is in
the gravest danger.

If we were to know whereabouts of the
jewellery, we might have some chance of

saving her.

The Oxford and Lombard Maritime Bank in
Pall Mall.

Thank you.

The Oxford and Lombard Bank opens its
doors in 12 hours.

You may already have come and gone.

The bank's been open for 20 minutes.

be quite blind, Holmes.

I have the evidence in the palm of my
hand.

If anything happens... Come, come, my
dear friend.

Holmes, look.

May I help you, sir?

Yes, please. I wish to see the matter.

The Parliament deal. It's a private
matter. I'm just having a family deposit

the bank.

My colleague...

Aye, sir. You, sir.

What have you done with the Lady
Frances' car, thanks?

I insist upon an answer.

Please, sir. Please, it's just my
friend. The other people down in the

a male express.

No, Watson. Sir. Please.

Please.

You need not.

Nevertheless, I do.

We all bear equal blame.

She's disappeared again, and that is
that.

It is pointless to dwell on it.

It's hard now to find her.

Mr. Green, let us come back to that
moment by the lake every morning.

I was out riding in the dawn, and I saw
the skiff.

sailing across the lake toward Ironside.

And you realized that it was the Lady
Frances?

Yes. Was she alone?

Yes.

Please continue.

I managed to board the same train.

I begged her to speak to me.

I told her how I'd traveled the world
and had become a very rich man.

I told her that I'd never stopped loving
her and that she could have whatever

she wanted.

I can see her now.

She sat saying nothing, smiling like a
sphinx.

No, she said.

She wanted to go her own way.

When we got to London, I followed her as
best I could, but she seemed determined

to be rid of me.

I lost her somewhere near Southwark
Bridge.

Southwark? Oh, that is much interesting.

Why? I'm allowed to inform that his
usual haunts are west of Westminster.

Whose haunts?

How did you come to be at the bank?

I reasoned that she would be needing
money while she was in London, and I

the address of the family bank well
enough.

I had the wild idea of enlisting the
manager's help.

Do you know where she is, Mr Holmes?

I do not.

Where do you think she is?

I believe that to our efforts to save
her, we have driven her into the hands

her worst enemy.

But we saw her free.

My dear Watson, a person may walk over
the edge of a cliff because they've been

invited to gaze at the moon.

Her eyes may be open, but she is, I
believe, at this moment, walking into

danger.

This last week I sought to acquaint
myself with the world of apostolic

I have also made a search of the records
of Scotland Yard.

Schlesinger is also known as the
Reverend Joseph Covington.

Amos Callow, the Dean of Massero, and
Edmund, the Bishop of Lima.

His real name, in fact, is Peters.

He's a confident strictster.

Known at Scotland Yard by the uninspired
logic of that place as Holy Peter's.

What is not yet suspected, but
incontrovertible nonetheless, is that he

murderer.

Peter's speciality is the beguiling of
single women with private means by

playing on their religious and
charitable feelings.

Eleanor Rosenblum had been engaged in
charitable work for ten years when she

Cessna.

He inspired her to devote her energies
to a new mission in the Andes.

Miss Rosenblum changed her will, said
goodbye to her former life, and boarded

the SS Almeria at Glasgow, and South
America.

She was lost overboard the first night
at sea.

SS Almeria docked at Liverpool.

for the family to retrieve her effects.

Schlesinger also had disembarked. He
went aground to the Lake District, where

met his next intended victim,

the Lady Frances.

At last.

Where was it pawned?

Riley's of Stockwell. It was, by my
calculation, the 27th shop I tried.

Riley has received two sentences, to my
knowledge, for the receipt of stolen

goods. He will cooperate with us.

What does this mean?

What does it mean?

Please, Mr. Green, this is pointless.
Don't torture yourself.

You think the torture is self -induced?

The thought of Francis in the hands of
criminals?

Such thoughts come unbidden, Mr. Holmes.
They break through the strongest

defenses the mind can raise against
them. Calm yourself, Mr. Green.

Calm yourself.

If she is still innocent of Sissinger's
identity, she may well be safe for the

time.

And if not?

Then it is clear that he cannot let her
loose without his own destruction.

Now we must continue to hope.

which remains ignorant of who he is.

Fifteen years.

I knew I could never come back until I'd
made something of myself.

Perhaps it was foolish of me to think
that she would look kindly on me after

these years, but I was ridiculously
encouraged by the fact that she was not

married.

Now my stupidity has driven her into the
arms of a murderer.

Is there nothing I can do?

Doesn't she know you're by sight?

No.

Ah, well, then there's something that
you can do. But it'll demand great

patience. I have waited for 15 years,
Mr. Holmes.

She's had a fair price for the jewellery
and no questions asked.

She will most certainly return to
Riley's shop.

Rosenthal is a challenge of the will. I
give this note to Riley.

He will let you wait at the shop. It may
be a long wait, but you must possess

your soul in patience.

And above all, no violence.

It's late.

It should have been there before now.

I dare say it took longer being out of
the ordinary.

The address, dear, reminds me.

Yes, sir, can I help?

Argyle Street.

I'm looking for Argyle Street.

There's a post office round the corner.
Try there.

We can do nothing without a warrant.

This is intolerable.

Until we have some wretched signature on
a piece of paper, we can do nothing.

Meanwhile, these fiends can do with her
what they will.

Are you certain that you've told me
every detail? Every detail, I promise.

Then take this note to Scotland Yard.

They will understand the urgency of it.

And I am to wait there for the warrant.

You will not get it today.

What? Some delay is inevitable.

A magistrate must be found.

The process of the law can be
encouraged, but not goaded.

Tomorrow may be too late, for God's
sake.

Mr. Green, everything that can be done
will be done.

Go!

Tomorrow may indeed be too late. I'm
well aware of it.

Arm yourself, Watson.

We are, as usual, the irregulars, and
must take our luck together, as we have

occasionally done in the past.

Eight o 'clock tomorrow morning.

Brixton Cemetery.

I

fancy

that you've been misdirected, sir.

Possibly if you tried further down the
street.

That will do. We have no time to waste.

You are Elie Peters, late Major Albert
Schlesinger, veteran of the Boer War.

You're further alienated. I will not
bore you by repeating.

And what is your name?

Sherlock Holmes.

My friend and companion, I think you
know.

The house will shortly be under police
observation until a warrant is prepared

authorising a search of the premises.

Your name does not frighten me, Mr
Holmes. I have nothing to hide.

What is your business?

I'm looking for the Lady Frances Carfax.

I'm delighted to hear it.

If anyone can find her, I imagine you
can.

Perhaps you'd be so good as to tell me
when you do.

I have a note against her for nearly a
hundred pounds, and nothing to show for

it but a couple of trumpery pendants
that the dealer would hardly look at.

The woman's a leech. How dare you, sir?

You imposed upon us as a man crippled in
a military action.

You are a fraud.

Oh, it may not have been a military
action to satisfy your standards of

slaughter, Doctor, but it was enough for
me.

I salute your powers of improvisation,
sir.

And you're a frontery, but it will not
do.

Oh, I'm perfectly serious.

You find her, and I'm your debtor.

I need to go through this house until I
do.

You have a warrant?

This will serve until a better one
comes.

Why, you're a common burglar. And my
friend is a dangerous ruffian. Together

need to go through your house.

I'm in no position to stop you.

Search where you will.

I have nothing to hide.

Where is the coffin that you had brought
to this house?

That is none of your business.

I repeat, where?

Is it not enough that you force your way
into my home?

That you threaten me at gunpoint?

Must you also now invade the peace of
the dead?

Where?

I shall not tell you.

Hold him here, Watson.

I don't believe you'd use that on an
unarmed man, Doctor.

And in my condition.

I was a soldier in India, sir.

I've shot nobler creatures than you.

Lights, what's up? Lights!

I thought I smelled formaldehyde in the
streets.

It's not her.

Get them out. You have violated the
peace of the dead.

You will now leave.

Who is she?

Get them out. Her name is Rose Spender.
Get them out.

She is my wife's old nurse.

She's been with the family for half a
century.

She died two days ago. We are to bury
her tomorrow morning.

Now get out, before I ask the police you
have summoned to my home to come in and

throw you out.

I've been considering the problem,
Holmes.

It does seem to me that they could not
have murdered Lady Frances and thought

have disposed of her body in that
coffin.

But they would then be faced with
burying the old lady.

It may be that this burial has no
connection with Lady Frances'

after all. She was, as you know, the
most...

Unpredictable creature.

It may be that she had second thoughts
about Flettinger.

She may even have had some inkling of
the kind of man we believe him to be and

removed herself from the house.

He was, after all, happy to let us
search him.

What do you think?

What is your theory, then? I have none.

This sufficient facts to construct a
theory.

Do you think that's something you've
overlooked?

It's late.

Well, it should have been there before
now.

They say it took longer being out of the
ordinary.

What has happened to any brains that God
has given me?

Watson!

Life or death, a hundred charges on
death and one on life.

O God most mighty, O holy, O merciful
Savior, Thou most

worthy judge eternal, Suffer us not at
our last hour for any pains of death.

and never continueth in wants, in the
midst of life we are in death.

Of whom may we seek succor, but of thee,
O Lord, who for our sins art justly

displeased. Yet, O Lord God, most holy,

forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty
God of

his great mercy to take unto himself the
soul of our dear sister here departed,

we therefore commit her body to the
ground.

Earth to earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Sure as... Stop!

Raise that coffin!

What the devil do you mean by this
sacrilege?

Murder, sir!

Murder, this must be.

Why such a deep coffin for such a small
old lady?

The sovereign to each of you. If you can
lift the lid of that coffin in one

minute!

Shoot!

She's known literally the terrors of the
grave.

God knows what this will have done to
her.

I failed.

I have brought her back here to the
country of her childhood, which is one

the most beautiful on this planet.

There has been a great improvement as a
result.

A landscape so familiar and so intimate
to her will prompt in time a full

response, I feel sure, as will the
company of friends and family who have

been most kind and dutiful.

Her poor brother, the Earl, is beside
himself with anger at the criminals and

with mortification at his having
quarreled with Francis before all this

happened.

Finally, please accept the enclosed as a
token of my gratitude for your saving

of my dear Francis, Mr. Holmes.

And I look forward to our entertainment
of you and Dr. Watson in a happier

future.

I cannot accept it.

I refuse to be rewarded for fostering a
tragedy.

I've never suffered such a complete
eclipse of my faculties.

Like any eclipse, Holmes, it's only
temporary.

There's every hope of a full recovery.

I wonder...

Francis.