All language subtitles for Young Sherlock.S01E07

♪ Hey, son
I'm looking forwards ♪

♪ You're aiming backwards
Of this I'm sure ♪

♪ Have you had enough?
Are you feeling rough? ♪

♪ Does your skull hurt?
Well, if it's war ♪

♪ I'm waiting ♪

♪ Right here now
I'm waiting ♪

♪ For someone or something ♪

♪ To take me
To take me over ♪

♪ Days ♪

♪ Days are forgotten ♪

♪ Now it's all over ♪

♪ You've simply forgotten
How to disappear ♪

It's not your fault, Sherlock.
It's not your fault.

- Sherlock. -

Come play with me.

Find me, Sherlock.

Find me.

♪ One's for sorrow
Two's for joy ♪

Beatrice, can you hear me?

Can you hear what I'm saying?

♪ Three's for a girl
And four's for a boy ♪

♪ Five's for silver
Six for gold ♪

Beatrice! No, no, no, no, don't…
Don't go. Please.

Find me, Sherlock. Find me.

Beatrice! Beatrice! Beatrice!

Sherlock! Sherlock!

- Hey, Sherlock.
-

-You're all right. I've got you.
-

You know, getting shot, eh?

That was a terribly stupid thing to do.

-Here, let's get you up.
-No, no, no. Shou'an. Shou'an.

She… She tried to shoot my father,
and we have to stop her.

- I'm not leaving you down here.
-Sherlock!

-Oh, he's bleeding.

I think that has something
to do with the bullet in his abdomen.

-Yes. Sorry to be a burden, brother dear.
-No burden, brother dear.

Let's get him up.

Oh, no. Wait, wait, wait.

If she gets to my father,
we may never find Beatrice. Go.

-You have him?
-I've got him.

Go, James, go!

Now, you listen to me,
we are going to get you fixed up.

-Are you crying?
-No.

-Why not?

-One, two, three. Up we go.
-

-Sherlock!
-He's been shot.

Oh, my poor boy.
We have to find a hospital.

A dash of opium
would be greatly appreciated.

This way.

Why? How do you know?

There's only one hospital still open.

Sadly, it's where the gunfire
is coming from.

-Right. Put him down.

Gently, gently, gently.

Hey! Hey!

-Hey.
-What are you doing?

Give me that.
I'm stopping you from shooting that man.

-Why?
-Because that's Sherlock's father.

That's his father!

-I didn't know.
-Easy. Easy.

Whoa. I'll be taking that.
Thanking you kindly.

-Up we go. Over the top. Okay.
-

-Right, in the back.
-Where are we going?

I'm afraid we're gonna have to go
the long way round, Mother. All aboard.

Off we go.

You may be in my way, James,
but I have no wish to see you dead.

Am I the favoured one, huh?
Because you shot Sherlock.

-Not intentional.
-Oh, right.

It wasn't intentional.
I suppose that makes it okay, then?

I'll be sure to tell him.

How is he?

He's alive, you'll be glad to hear.

His brother is looking after him.

-Is Sherlock looking for his father?
-Yes.

-Where are you going?
-To find Sherlock.

He's looking for Silas.
I'm looking for Silas.

And Sherlock has
a rather stubborn habit of finding people.

And there's only one hospital
still open in Paris.

That's where Mycroft will take him.

-Coming?
- Don't!

Don't!

You had no choice.

There'll be more of them. We need to go.

James, we need to go.

Lie down.

Hand on the wound.

Monsieur. Monsieur.

Doctor, please my son has been shot.

Look around you, Madame.
Everyone in Paris has been shot.

-I'm begging you.
- Oh, come on.

Who's gonna make my life bloody impossible
if you're not around, eh?

He'll die if you don't see him.

Yes. Gold. Gold.

Take it. For the revolution.

But you must see my son straight away.

Immediately!

- Let me see it.
-

Nurse.

Prepare this patient for surgery.

-You can't be in here now.

You'll have to leave.

Let him work. Let him work.

-Merci, monsieur.
-Merci, monsieur.

He's… He's stubborn as a mule.

Yes, he is. He'll be up and driving us
both mad in no time. You watch.

-I suppose no news is good news.
-Absolutely.

- How is he?
-

I've done my best.

-It's up to him now.
-

-Merci.
-Merci, monsieur.

Darling.

Come on, Sherlock. Fight.

Mother.

-My darling boy. Sherlock.
- Oh.

-Oh, there he is. My little brother.
-I thought I'd lost you.

Luckiest Englishman alive.

Oh, can I get you some water?

-Quick get him some water, my love.
-Yes, yes.

Aha! He is too stubborn to die.

James! Where on earth have you been?
Are you all right?

Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

James?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You're still lazing about, I see.
Mmm. Up you get.

- What?
-There's work to be done.

Oh, I'm only messing, Mrs Holmes.

It's good to see you.

Did you stop her?

I did.

And I brought her here.

Now don't piss your bed pan.
She's unarmed.

Hello, Sherlock.

What on earth are you doing here?

I need to speak with you.

An inch to the left,
my brother would be dead.

I wasn't aiming at him.
I was aiming at your father.

Ah! Well, that is understandable.

I've tried to shoot him twice myself
and missed both times.

James, why is she here?

Because I think you need
to hear what she has to say.

My name is Xiao Wei.

I come from the village
of Tai'an in Gansu, high in the hills.

This is the effect of what the scientists
in Oxford were working on.

What you saw in that tunnel,
they first tested on my village.

On my parents.

There's a mineral
deep beneath my people's lands.

Professor Malik found a way to transform
that mineral into a creeping death

and turn it into a weapon.

The programme was paid for by your
government and run by Bucephalus Hodge.

But Professor Malik betrayed him.

Sold it to the highest bidder,

a private buyer.

My father.

Yes.

I'm so profoundly sorry.

It's not your pity I need, but your help.

To ensure this can never happen again
to anyone, anywhere.

You want to stop our father.

And you want to find him.

Yes.

I propose we combine our talents,
double our chances of tracking him down.

Yes…

but on one condition.

We have to find out
where Beatrice is from Silas.

So, you cannot touch him
until we have that information.

And after that?

Oh, well, after that you can do
whatever you like to him.

And-And provided my sons
don't have any objection, of course.

Given the circumstances,
I do not intend to stand in your way.

I find it difficult
to condemn him to death so readily.

But if that's what it takes
to find Beatrice, that's what it takes.

He's still in Paris.
Or at least the man who works for him is.

-His name is--
-Esad Kasgarli.

At the demonstration, the buyers
were told to follow the usual channels

at the "two corners".

For those of you
who wish to place an order,

it's only fitting that we should meet
at the famous two corners.

Two corners…

An intersection?

Doesn't exactly narrow it down, Sherlock.

Matchboxes.

-What do you mean, darling?
-On the table where Father was sat,

there were matchboxes with the design
on the front of two corners.

Was there an address on it?

I wasn't close enough
to get a good look. I can't be sure.

Well, it's as good a place as any
to start.

I'll get going.

I'll go with him.

Well, I'd be delighted
to have your company.

Hello.

I could make you filthy rich.

Would you mind?

Hmm.

There's no address.

Excuse me.

Do you know where this place is?

No. Sorry, my love.

This is impossible.

"Impossible is a word…"

…only found in the dictionary of fools.

That's what Silas said. Why that quote?

Maybe it means something.
Originally, who said it?

Napoleon Bonaparte.

-Napoleon?
-Mm-hmm.

It's Napoleon's hat.

Famous bicorne, it has two corners.

What?

The Eagle and the Olive
on the outskirts of Paris.

It's a restaurant where Napoleon
supposedly left his hat behind him.

It's only fitting that we should meet
at the famous two corners,

where you can contact Mr Esad Kasgarli.

- You are a genius.
-

You have no idea.

I fear that I may have unwittingly
set this all in motion.

Why do you say that?

About a year ago,
Father asked me what I was working on.

-Yes.
-Now, I told him

that I was working for Hodge.

But if memory serves,
his ears did prick up.

I didn't know any details at the time,

but I told him that I was working
for the government. That it was secret.

He obviously set about
making his own inquiries.

The only person who can be blamed
for what has happened is your father.

Oh, let's let Mycroft
torture himself, Mother.

At least for a while.

Righto.

Where are you going?

I need to get a message to London,
warn them that Father has the weapon.

Another nail in the coffin
of what remains of my career.

-Try not to die in my absence, would you?
- Mmm.

Reasonable request.

-Mother.
-Thank you, darling.

No sign of Esad.

You can ask me, you know.

What you've been wanting to ask
since you shot that soldier.

You're not nearly as mysterious
as you assume.

Mmm.

When you killed for the first time…

how did you feel?

A great weight on my chest,

pressing harder every day
so I can hardly breathe.

And now, I live with it.

Strange…

I don't feel any of that.

-I… Sorry.
-

-I'll get it.

I, uh… …I hurt my back recently.

Uh, sorry about that.

Esad Kasgarli has a regular table
at a brasserie

called The Eagle and the Olive.

Where he meets his potential customers.

And tomorrow, he is meeting a man
called the Duke D'Ormond.

Still no sign of Silas?

No, I'm afraid not, Mrs Holmes.

So, we will need to lure him out
of the shadows.

But how, darling?

By posing as customers.

Hmm.

-Please, don't. Mind your stitches.
-I'm all right. I am all right.

This is what we are going to do.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Sorry, madame, it's occupied.
I'm expecting someone.

Yes, me. Madame D'Ormond.

Mother will explain
the Duke never attends meetings,

that's his wife's duty.

Enchanté.

What if he recognises you?

Well, then, we're sunk.

Meanwhile, the actual buyer

will be redirected by The Eagle
and Olive's newest waiter, to me.

Excusez-moi, monsieur.

The Duke D'Ormond.

Cecil Fillimore.
I'll give him the sales pitch,

then the Duke will duly
hand over his money,

which James will deliver to my mother,

allowing us to finance
stage two of the operation.

What is
stage two of the operation?

I am so glad you asked.

I have something for you.

You will ask
to meet the bigwig himself.

Excuse me, madame.

Unable to resist
so intriguing an offer,

Silas will then agree
to meet with the madame.

Keep moving.

Bonjour.

And voilà,
he'll tell us where Beatrice is.

-That's it. What could possibly go wrong?

The key to being
successful confidence men…

And women.

The key to being successful
confidence men and women is confidence.

Love the eyepatch.

Thank you.

Enchanté.

Excusez-moi, monsieur.

The Duke D'Ormond.

Cecil Fillimore.

So…

where is Mr Kasgarli?

I do hope you understand, Duke,

the unexpected events at our demonstration
have forced us to change our plans.

My instructions were to hand
the money only to Mr Kasgarli himself.

I don't deal with the monkey,
only with the grinder of the organ.

Speaking as a monkey, I concur.

More common sense is what is needed
in this topsy-turvy world of ours.

But if that is your instinct,

you will have to come back
another day. Understood?

Understood.
Then, I shall take your advice.

It'd be remiss of me not to inform you

that the incident
in the tunnels has only, in fact,

proven the potency of our product.

We're selling out fast.

If you delay,
you would risk missing out altogether.

Have a good day, sir.

- Careful!
-

-I'm so sorry! -

Go and get your manager!

I believe this is yours.

I said I was sorry.

Burgundy, uh, '57.

Some people say they prefer the '62,

but for me, if I wanted that much oak,
I would eat a tree.

So, tell me what you think of my proposal.

You introduce me to your boss

and in return,
I furnish you with a finder's fee.

Voilà.

You carry your money in a plant pot?

Mr Holmes is in the back.

Perhaps Mr Holmes could come here?

You will be able to talk
to him more freely in private.

If you wish to meet him, that is.

He's in here.

Merci.

I do not see Monsieur Silas Holmes.

Oh!

If you please.

Monsieur?

So…

We both know you are not the Duke's wife.

Who are you really, madame?

Do you doubt my money, sir?

-Pardon?
-Do you doubt the value of my money?

Do you believe it's real?

It looks real.

You are correct.
I-I'm not Madame D'Ormond,

and I-I do apologise for the deception.

Uh, but now that I have your attention
I should like to inform you

that I am working on behalf
of a-a very prominent British investor,

who wishes to make a
significant purchase from Mr Silas Holmes.

And if you play
your part in arranging this,

I can assure you
that the money in that pot

is merely the tip of the iceberg.

Purely for you own pockets,
you understand?

So, as I see it, you have two options.

You can either continue to insult me,

and let this golden opportunity
slip through your fingers,

or you can simply introduce me
to Mr Silas Holmes.

This is taking too long.

Come back here tomorrow at the same time,
and I will have an answer for you, madame.

Thank you, sir. Uh, I'm much obliged.

He's sending a telegram to Silas.

-I'll go ahead, cause a distraction.
-No. No, no. No distraction.

How about this time we don't do
one of your clever little scams

or pickpocket dances?

Just let me try something.

- Good day, sir.
-How may I assist?

That man who was just here.

I want to see what he sent.

Sir?

For your trouble.

Unless you'd like
to handle this another way?

Sir? No?

Good lad.

What is this?

Uh.

Mrs Holmes,
your husband is in Constantinople.

Pardon me.

I need to see the ambassador.
Mycroft Holmes.

The point is, Ambassador,

I now know who sabotaged our
government's secret weapons programme.

And indeed I know who stole the weapon.

Yes, yes. Well, go on.

Regretfully, sir…

it was my father, Silas Holmes.

You certain of this?

I'm afraid so, sir.

And it appears the government's interests
are now aligned with my own.

We must find my father,
and bring him to justice.

Yes. Well, quite.

-Quite?
-Quite.

I shall wire
the Foreign Secretary immediately.

Yes, sir.

-Please wait here.
-Will do.

Ah.

-Apologies for the wait.
-Not at all, sir.

I have a reply from the Foreign Secretary.

He informs me that you are in disgrace,

and in fact no longer work
for Her Majesty's government.

Yes, it's a little more nuanced
than that--

There is, however, a path to redemption
if you are prepared to walk it.

Now, listen. Carefully.

Train leaves in an hour.

It's not your injury that makes you weak.

It's your insistence
that your body is unchanged.

My body has changed.

It's changed
because you shot me in the stomach.

The details are irrelevant.

Not to me.

You think strength is something physical.

It's body mass and muscle…

and reach.

All of which you have over me, and yet
I've bested you in every encounter.

Why?

Because real strength comes from here…

and here.

Aw.

James. Mother.

You found him?

I did.

But he found his own attire.

-Mother.
- Were you met with success?

I was. The British government
has offered her full support

in helping to bring Father to justice.

-Excellent.
-Hmm.

So this is what it's come to?

It would certainly seem that way.

Wonderful.

Right then, Constantinople.

Where are we going exactly?

To meet a friend of mine.

-Xiao Wei. -

This is Emine.
She has agreed to help us.

Welcome to my city.

- Wow.
-Sherlock, show her the photo.

Have you seen this man?

-No.
-Oh.

That small child
is going to find our father, is he?

The lowly status of the street urchin

is what makes them
the most useful of allies.

They can go anywhere,
they are invisible. They're irregulars.

Sir, they are looking for you.

Well done. Thank you, Burak.

Hmm?

They have found your father.

-He knows you're here with me.
-How?

It seems our street telegraph
works both ways.

He wants to see you. Alone.

Oh, no.
Well, darling, I have to come with you.

He was quite specific.

If you want to see your sister,
you come alone.

Very well.

Sherlock.

Good luck.

Do you know why magic
is so beguiling, Sherlock?

No.

When something seems
to defy rational explanation…

Wonder.

Wow.

The impossible made possible.

Is she still alive?

Please sit.

I'd rather not.

What you did
back in England, solving all this,

finding me here, so clever.

I'm proud of you, my son.

Not natural for a father
to leave his boy for dead, now, is it?

-Sherlock, what are you talking about?
-In the tunnel.

I was shot.

You ran.

I-I ran because that crazy woman

-was trying to kill me.
-Father!

I was the one under attack, remember?

Don't!

You really think
I'd want any harm to come to you?

Harm?

You've done nothing but harm.

-Look at me.

You broke my heart.
You broke my mother's heart,

and only God knows
what you've done with my sister.

So I ask you politely, please tell me…

is my sister still alive?

Beatrice is fine.

-I made sure she was looked after.
-

Where is she?

I still love you, you know.
I'm still the man who raised you.

You're a monster.

Oh, Sherlock, don't be so simple.

We're all of us capable of good and evil,
even if it helps to call it that.

You included,
whether you realise it or not. Tea?

No.

I acted…

in my best interests. Of course I did.

But I also acted in yours.

You think you would have
become the man you have,

had you not been tested in the fire?

-I can't listen to this.
-And yet you can't leave. Can you?

I can't leave because you won't tell me
where my sister is. Where is she?

She's here in Constantinople with me.

You can see her tomorrow if you like, but…

I request something in return.

So that's his price, hmm?

That's his price.

Shou'an.

She wants me dead. And if she kills me,
well then you'll never find Beatrice.

Our futures are intertwined.

Bring Shou'an tomorrow.

The square, same time,
and I'll give you your sister.

Well, then the choice is no choice at all.

You really find it that easy?
Condemning someone to death?

You owe Shou'an nothing.

No, I don't find it easy,
but if it was my sister,

then I wouldn't have the slightest breath
of hesitation.

-I don't think you should either.
-

-Am I interrupting?
- Not at all.

"Now cracks a noble heart.
Goodnight, sweet prince."

"And flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest."

I'm pleased for you
that your journey ends well.

That you'll see your sister.

Thank you.

Afterwards, your father
is mine to do with as I see fit.

I realise this is hard for you,
but we had an agreement.

I want what's mine.

And you shall have it.

You have my word.

The porter and the princess.

Scout.

Never made it
to the illustrious position of porter.

And I was never princess, only Xiao Wei.

-How do you feel?
-How am I supposed to feel?

-How do you want to feel?
-However I'm supposed to.

You are a work in progress, Sherlock.

I think just me and Mother from here.

He's there. There he is.

She's not with him.

- Let me talk to him.
- I don't trust him.

I'll be fine, Mother.
You wait with Mycroft.

Silas.

Can't you call me Father?

I can't see my sister.

Do you know this city
was built to rival the majesty of Rome?

It had the most sophisticated
defence fortifications in antiquity.

It has survived fallen empires,
brutal wars, disease…

Just about anything
human history could throw at it,

this city has endured.

A lovely lecture. Is it finished?

She doesn't exactly
look ready to surrender, Shirley.

She is. She just doesn't know it yet.

What are they talking about?

You. I expect.

Now, as you can see I'm ready to deliver.

So, where's my sister?

Bea? Bea?

Oh, Mother.

Bea.

My darling.

Your move, my boy.

I've missed you.

-Silas.
-Son.

You know what troubled me
the most about killing that soldier?

I might have got a taste for it. Move!

Let me see your face.

Sherlock!

I find myself
rather lost for words.

-Which would be a first.
-

What's the matter, Mother?

It's not her.

Mother.

Silas.

Trust me. It's not Beatrice.

-Have at him, Princess.
-Thank you, James.

-Mother, we've got to go.
-You're not my daughter!

Find her!

-Hey, hey.
-You!

I knew you'd betray me,
Sherlock.

Are you not my son after all?

Hello, Mother.

Bea? Bea.

Sherlock.

Mycroft.

Raise your hands.

If you'd be so kind.

You too, brother dear.

Isn't this nice?

♪ Life is ♪

♪ It's never what you think it's for ♪

♪ And I can't seem to set it off ♪

♪ And lately I've been insecure ♪

♪ The chances of a lifetime ♪

♪ Might be hiding
Their tricks up my sleeve ♪

♪ Used to be the greatest, now I see ♪

♪ Time is time and time and time again ♪

♪ Time is time and time and time again ♪

♪ 'Cause I can feel my luck
Has turned it all around ♪

♪ And when you've fallen out
Get both feet on the ground ♪

♪ The curses you keep
Won't follow you now ♪

♪ It's the age of what's to come
And baby, you're on ♪