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You'll be moving to theambassador's household

as chaperone to his daughter.

Clara is our bestconnection to the thread,

but she was released inexchange for keys.

But keys to what?

And your position in theambassador's household

increases our reach.

Took me 14 months to escape

and change my name toMichael Wiley.

Since my father had not foundme, I resolved to find him.

Professor James Moriartywas not teaching mathematics

but is the master ofa vast criminal empire

and sentenced to prison.

Where he insistsyou visit him.

Men believe theycontrol the world,

but we will control them.

One step forward.

I can't get the sightof Emma out of my head.

Dad and Lady Violet seemsso indifferent.

Be careful little girl.

Like the lion in the jungle,

we did not turn the worldinto an empire

without very sharp claws.

Help!

What else do youthink you are?

Issuing orders on my property.

I forbid you to keep importantmembers of London society

from taking their own carriages.

I apologize, Lady Violet.

But a man has been shot,

and there was anattempted kidnapping.

How ridiculous.

Why would anyone abducta foreign chaperone?

How much inconveniencemust we endure

over some quarrelbetween servants?

Chief inspector.

Pardon my interruption,Lady Violet.

One moment, my lady.

Mr. Holmes.

You are, of course in charge,

and I may only offer my advice,

but under no circumstances

should you let any ofthese carriages go.

Mr. Holmes consider, noone attending the ball could.

No, no, no, no, no.

Forget the guests.

A coachman, now deceased,

kidnapped the Americanambassador's daughter.

A coachman now deceased waspart of the murder suicide

at Lord Withersea'sRichmond estate

and a coachman now deceasedwas just shot to death

in the middle of committinganother heinous crime.

Surely you would notsuggest a conspiracy.

I suggest nothing.

I point out the obvious.

Two dead coachmen couldbe a coincidence.

Three is a pattern.

Do not let any of thesedrivers depart

without questioningthem closely.

Dammit, Holmes, whowould bother

kidnapping an ordinary maid?

She's not just anordinary maid.

She's.

She is the chaperoneto the daughter

of the American ambassador.

Who've suffered a theftof 50,000 pounds

worth of jewelry stolenby a coachman.

You've guessed it, now deceased.

Yes.

Thank you Bertie.

Now I must soon leave if I,

I might make one more suggestion

about what to dowith the killer.

I don't know how to thank you.

Oh, Mr. Holmes must begiven the credit.

He stopped the coachwith his own body.

Very daring.

Are you all right?

I think so.

It's just, I've firedmy weapon many times,

but I've never killedanyone before.

I understand betterthan you think.

Well, I would like to thank you.

I'm not sure how that'sdone in London.

I hardly dare ask, but areyou free for dinner tomorrow?

If my employers let me,then I'd love to join you.

Pardon me sir.

You must accompany these men

while we satisfy ourselves inthe details of this shooting.

Might I suggest the youngman be held in New Gate Prison

until you can questionhim properly?

Excellent idea.

All right men, see that hegets there in good order.

But I save Amelia and you'rehaving me taken to prison?

You'll be free bytomorrow afternoon.

In the meantime, you couldalways visit your father.

Another button fromWatson's waistcoat

found on the floor ofthe carriage

used in yourattempted abduction.

But whose carriage was it?

No one claims it, norrecognizes the driver,

nor even noticed theother fellow who escaped.

So the police have agreedto take the vehicle

to an associate of mine

who specializes insuch problems.

How are you holding up?

Me?

I'm furious.

Lady Violet just triedto have me kidnapped.

Yes, she wascertainly involved.

Her butler would neverhave denied you entry

without her orders

and this bench on whichyour was seated outside.

Though situated on gravel,it has mud and ivy,

hedera helix, if I'mnot very much mistaken,

clinging to its frame, provingit was very recently moved

from the garden probablyto its present position

near the front door justso you could sit on it.

Right, I'd like to gofind Lady Violet

and punch her in herstupid face.

Right in that case,we should leave.

Scotland Yard will be herefor the next few hours

and I have contrivedto have Bertie,

that is Mr. Birtwistle, addour inquiries to his own

so that my hand in theseaffairs remains invisible.

Now he will report whathe learns of the coachman

to you tomorrow at theambassador's house.

He already has amidday appointment.

In the meantime, we now have,if anything, too many clues.

I have onemore to add to the list.

Ah, poor Emma,

who will no longer berequiring her debutante ball.

Is it possible Lady Violetarranged this young girl's death

just to open up a date forClara Anderson's debut?

Yeah, that's what happened.

Clara's ball will takethe place of Emma's.

Let's forget about LadyViolet for the moment.

Do you recall any distinguishingfeature of this driver

who tried to kidnap you?

He had an accent thatI didn't recognize.

Could you give it a try?

Help.

Help me, in the, forthe love of God.

Much haste, chaste, much haste,

much haste.- South Africa?

I said it was rather good.

Thanks.

So not only do we havethree dead coachmen,

they all hailed fromthree different countries.

What about this other fellowwho tried to kidnap you

and jumped off thecarriage and ran away?

Mm, he took mecompletely by surprise.

I didn't see him or hear him.

Can we go back to LadyViolet please?

This jade handled knifeleft in mama's body.

It came from the set ofweapons on display

in Lady Violet's parlor.

She's responsible forEmma's death.

She tried to have me kidnapped.

And there's more.

It pertains to motive in animportant aspect of this case.

Of the many mechanical designs

stolen after yourmother's murder,

I'm convinced onewas a blueprint

for a fearsome weapon of war.

How do you know that?

You said you never met her.

Well, I did.

But you said thather name meant nothing.

When we first spoke, youreferred to her as Lucia

and when in London,

she called herself Little Dove.

Look.

Amelia.

Look here.

See there?

That's me.

And next to me, the womanI had been asked to escort.

Lady Violet?

The daughter of theDuke of Somerset,

for whom I'd done a small favor.

Yes, Buffalo Bill'sWild West Show,

really was the theatricalevent of the century.

And after thiscommand performance,

there was a garden party.

It's where the presentationsof sharp shooting,

Roman riding, hog tying,

all of which I foundcompletely exhausting.

And so I escaped,

and I wandered into a tent,

displaying the mostamazing part of the show.

I guess for me, nothing exceeded

the genius of the scenery,

all designed by the mostunlikely person on earth.

Mama.

As you say.

These are not meretheatrical backdrops.

These are feats ofmodern engineering.

Is there any chance Icould meet their creator?

That would be me.

Oh, are these areyour designs?

Well, they're remarkable.

Where did you learn theseconstruction techniques?

My grandfather was amilitary engineer.

Ah.

Lacking any male descendants,

he imparted his skills to me.

The blending of machineryand art is my own innovation,

Mr. Holmes, made necessaryby our show's epic scale.

Now you have me at adisadvantage.

You know my name?

Who in London would not?

Well very true,

but, you know, your nameshould be equally celebrated.

I'm Little Dove ofthe Apache tribe,

though I now reside in astate called California.

In addition to the show,

will you be treating usthrough a travelogue?

There you are, Lady Violet.

I was just admiringthe handiwork

of our scenic designer,Little Dove.

What an ordeal it must be

to imagine backdropscommemorating the defeats

of America's native tribes.

You must have arrivedafter the reenactment

of Little Bighorn.

But I thank you foracknowledging the attempts

at annihilating my people.

And so well spoken too,isn't she?

Why you are a marvel ofthe savage West.

I can't wait to tell myfriends all about you.

Don't linger here.

The festivities are winding down

and her majesty will need usin our seats before sundown.

I will join you atthe table in a moment.

Thank you.

As you wish.

I must apologize for thedullness of court customs.

May I?

Oh, of course.

Ingenious, really.

Do you have any more of these?

I do.

This invention I call themechanical earth mover

to clear land for cultivation

or powering the earthmover using liquid gas.

Liquid gas.

That's a contradiction in terms, surely.

Oh.

I never thought of it like that.

What's this one?

A cannon mounted atopan armored vehicle,

entirely covered in metaland driven from within,

capable of moving throughdifficult terrain,

while remaining on the offensive

and also able to withstanddirect hits from any rifle.

England's currentSecretary of War

just happens to be thefather of Lady Violet,

that ratherpatronizing young lady

to whom I introduced to you

at the commandperformance of the show.

Her majesty's governmentwould want to control

a weapon such as this.

So Lady Violet knewthis weapon existed

and my mother designed it?

Wait.

No, don't say another word

until you've explained whyyou denied knowing my mother.

What proofs did you offer?

A portrait you mighthave drawn of a passerby,

a letter on the back ofa photograph?

You referred to heras Lucia Rojas.

And I had only everknown her as Little Dove.

You see, Amelia, over theyears I have been mobbed

by pretenders posing asmy children, my siblings,

and other distant relatives,

some of whom presented farmore compelling evidence

than I have thus farseen from you.

To be brutally frank, you cannoteven verify beyond question

that you are indeed thereal Amelia Rojas

and not just someclever imposter.

So then why botherwith me at all?

Because I was ableto corroborate

the story of Lucia's murder.

And having come to know you,

I would rather err on the sideof good faith than suspicion.

But as to who I am?

I am in want of facts, Amelia.

I do not draw conclusions basedon my feelings or my hopes.

Right.

You never guess.

So you shared this story with me

because these weapon designs

give Lady Violet a motivefrom murdering my mother.

Exactly.

In two decades, thisweapon has gone

from theoretical topossibly indispensable.

It could determine the outcomeof a battle or even a war,

which of course, makesit enormously valuable.

But what do thesedesigns have to do

with the ambassador'smissing jewels

and to Emma's death

or to your kidnapped friends?

It's not I with the red thread

that binds thesecrimes together,

and now we know how thethread communicates.

But how do we get themto talk to us?

I may have a partialsolution to that,

but first, you must returnto the ambassador's residence

to meet Bertie Birtwistle,and I must pay another visit

to Professor Moriarty tosee how he's getting on

with his son and return to avery special carriage shop.

And before tomorrow is done,

I too must be kidnapped.

I'm sure her haircould benefit

from some seriousprofessional attention

and of course she'llrequire a gown.

If she can't wear white,

someone might mistakeher for a lady.

That's very unlikely.

Clara will have a dressthat can be refitted for her.

Well, if you want Amelia atyour own daughter's ball,

it will be remarkablefor the guests

to witness in personthis quaint custom

of Americans sticking together,

despite vast social differences.

Maybe it's a previewof the future,

where notions of classare based on character

and good breeding onlyrefers to horses and dogs.

Then you would no longerneed cross the ocean

in search of noble husbands.

Yet, while aristocracystill matters,

I've arranged a specialguest for Clara's debut.

Oh, and who might that be?

Lord Robert ArthurTolbert Gasgoin Sessle,

third marquis of Salisbury

and the current prime ministerof her majesty's government.

Oh, how wonderful!

Lord Salisbury's the mostfamous man in the world.

Now everyone willcome to my ball.

You are as ever fixatedon the wrong things.

A practice which causedme years of suffering

directly attributableto your neglect.

You disobeyed me!

Whilst I was away on business,

you went truant from yourschool, ignoring the young woman

who I had hired to care for you.

That woman was a drunk!

Intoxicated frommorning till night,

incapable of lookingafter herself,

much less a child of nine.

Men must work.

I had both my professionas a mathematician

and my greaterenterprise to maintain

Greater enterprise?

Well, by which you mean theexploitation of human weakness

through opium dens, gambling,and houses of ill repute,

run by men for whomloyalty is a vice

best remedied by greed?

Profit, not morality,is a pursuit of business.

Well, what aheartwarming chat.

I'm sure InspectorBullivant will be calling

and we need to get Danback into his own cell.

Silence!

I have waited 15 years tolay eyes on my son again.

And in the lengthy periodof my absence,

he seems to have fallen victimto the perils of idealism.

Idealism or hope fora better world?

The same hope that sees mesaving a small sum of my salary

every month to appealyour sentence.

What?

I beg your pardon, an appeal?

Are you as foolish asyou are naive?

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

An appeal would bringa heightened scrutiny

to your father'svarious intrigues.

This is so, father.

Oh, you've not already madeenough money to live comfortably

for the rest of your life.

It's not about the money.

Well, it's a bitabout the money.

There's quite a lotabout the money.

Do you seriously suppose

that I could be held hereagainst my will?

I endure prison for anotheryear and two months,

after which I received myparole license

and go free with nofurther obstacle

to my endeavors.

And yet again, youchoose a life of crime.

A life of crime overyour family.

That is unfair!

I spent a fortune searchingfor you everywhere!

And yet you failed.

Since I'm not cause enough

for you to desire freedom,I better leave to go.

We can regain our family, boy.

You need merely to returnhere for visits.

I will not return,

except to escort youfrom this wretched place.

And since you would rather stay,

I ask again to be excused.

I cannot believeyou are my son.

Feel free to continueto ignore me.

I'll return the favor.

Is it possible he failed toinherit any of my abilities?

Perhaps he prefers toemploy his talents

to improve the world.

Improve?

We are the greatestempire in history.

Whatever alters the statusquo will always be worse

than what came before.

Therefore, it'simperative that we change

as little as possible.

Another good reasonto fight the red thread,

which would upend theworld as we know it.

By kidnapping yourformer maid?

What nonsense, why wouldthey not just kill you?

Hmm.

How goes your ownstruggle with the thread?

They have slowed theiradvance into my territory.

Perhaps one day, theycould go back

to hiding from meinstead of them.

Oh, it will be a relief toresume our former animosity.

Until then, I must askyou for another favor.

Oh, my favors donot come free.

Whatever your former maid knows,

Dan killed an agent ofthe thread to save her.

I demand he be protectedfrom retaliation.

I'll do what I can.

Perhaps you should not take

Dan's harsh words somuch to heart.

Your consolation is worseeven in our temporary alliance.

Instead of your loathsome pity,

ask your favor,whatever it may be.

Thank you verymuch for helping me out.

Oh, do you want the chickenor a block of cheese?

They're both a dayfrom going off.

Um, I'll have whateveryou don't want.

Ooh, cheese it is then.

Aye, don't worry aboutthat fireplace.

I don't mind lending it endstill they get more staff.

But we hate chimney sweeps, eh?

Are you comin' or what?

See, the cheese is good.

No mold in it at all.

We'll take our main mealtonight for a change.

Oh, I'm going outthis evening.

Oh, what a life you lead.

Balls and kidnappingsand now dinners?

Where is it, this dinner?

And who's paying the freight?

One moment.

That terrible insuranceinvestigator's back.

I don't want himbothering Clara.

What an ornerylittle man he is.

How quickly you rise.

Only in England couldtrading one servant's job

for another beconsidered a promotion.

Nonsense.

You're better settledthan my own children.

And despite appearances,

we both know you stillwork for Hirons.

Did you find anything outfrom the coachman after we left?

I did.

There were two sullendrivers from New Zealand.

One working for noless a personage

than the Duke of Leicester,

owner of the world'slargest shipyard.

Though his company'sfallen on hard times.

The other driver was employedby Saint Nigel Parks,

a broker who suffered staggeringlosses during the panic.

So men like Lord Witherseatitled without cash,

both of whom might havebeen interested

in sharing the proceedsfrom Ms. Anderson's jewels.

One would have to sellthe gems to split the money.

A fence would pay about30% of their value.

So very little to beshared among so many.

The insurance company hasto pay the ambassador in full.

Unless I find the jewelsby tomorrow afternoon,

the ambassador collects50,000 pounds of fortune,

equal to his losses inthe railroad bank robsy.

Excuse me, Amelia,

is there a reason you delay Mr.Birtwistle

from our appointment?

I beg your pardon, sir.

I was just trying to talk him

out of questioning Clara again.

Yeah, Mr. Ambassador, if thegirl were any more protective

of your daughter, she'dbe one of your Pinkertons.

Delay is a familiar tacticof insurance companies

or so I hear.

This way, sir, if you please.

It's not unreasonable,Ambassador Anderson,

especially consideringthe vast sum involved,

that I be allowed to intervieweveryone at least twice.

Nevertheless, Idemand all inquiries

for my family come through me.

And now, I believe if youcannot find the jewels,

it is time to arrangerestitution.

Or shall I call myAmerican lawyers?

Oh no, such a mess.

I'm sorry, I came in tosee if the room

needed straightening and.

These buttons go upthe side of my new frock.

Let's not lose any of them.

What happened here, I wonder?

Can't tell you everything Mr.Holmes,

but this carriage that wasused to kidnap your maid,

this is a, it's newconstruction,

not built to last the ages.

I guess it wouldn'tstick out on the streets,

but I've not seentheir like before.

Even if this carriagedisplays inferior workmanship,

the lamps and theoutside door handles

are perfectly shaped andexactly alike.

Now would that notindicate the use of a mold?

And would one create molds

for a single carriageor even two?

Bless me, sir, butyou are right.

Still, who would want afleet of carriages like this

with no carriages on the inside.

I believe we'll findits legitimate purpose

was as an ambulancefor the patients

of the Green and Crest Asylumfor the criminally insane.

But these carriages couldserve in other capacities.

Now is this a false button?

It is added after manufacture?

Part of the original design.

This is fantastical.

Surely they didn't mean forme to see this, did they?

They?

Who were they?

A criminal consortiumof unrivaled malice.

I must stop them, Clarence.

And you must help me.

Tomorrow night, in fact,perhaps the following morning.

Shall we say 20 pounds?

10 for you, 10 for your men?

20 pounds.

Is that dangerous?

I don't know, Mr. Holmes.

For Queen and country,Clarence.

Good, thank you.

I'll send my men surearound with directions.

Oh and Clarence?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

Be on your guard,

especially around anycoachmen you might see.

Before we have dinner,

I thought you mightbe interested

in a project I'vebeen working on.

But first let's talkabout yesterday.

Did anyone discover why thedriver tried to kidnap you?

No idea.

And there was another maninvolved who got away,

which is curious.

Honestly, I think menare only interested in me

because I work for Mr. Holmes.

That may be how we first met,

but I think we'vemoved past that.

Have we not?

Well, saving someone'slife changes things a bit.

This is a club Ijoined recently,

made up of men and womenworking to obtain

the vote for all adultcitizens of the British Empire,

including ladies who have neverhad a voice in government.

Careful Mr. Wiley.

You don't understand asif you're holding

a guillotine to pick a dilly.

Besides one cannot decapitatethe entire upper class

and the gentry accomplices.

That has been tried.

Pay no attention to heir Burn.

Our club offers apeaceful alternative

to violence and revolution.

I only want the right to vote.

Once we have universal suffrage,

I know righteousnesswill prevail.

How good to see you all again.

We begin this eveningby announcing,

our petition foruniversal suffrage

has reached the prime minister

with nearly 50,000 signatures.

To celebrate, I shall readour petition out loud.

Given the major improvementsto Birmingham's welfare.

We humbly requestthe expansion

of home rule toencompass every city,

county, and colony ofher majesty's empire.

Tell me, Jeremy,

what do you make ofthis petition's request?

Me, prime minister?

Well, I know it'll be thedevil to make six copies of it.

But what aboutextending home rule?

Oh sir, that, that couldnever pass parliament.

Congratulations,Jeremy, on twice refusing

to answer the question.

That shows great promise.

Thank you prime Minister.

Ah, let us see who signedthis damnable appeal.

I suspect it's the usualFabians and rabble rousers, eh?

Lord Salisbury.

Sir, excuse me, butwere you expecting

a large rug to be broughthere this evening?

I had a request froma boy this afternoon,

suggesting just such delivery.

This way.

Ah, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Welcome and meet my privatesecretary, Mr. Jeremy Stevens.

Otherwise, we're quitealone as requested.

Thank you Prime Minister.

It's an honor to meet you Mr.Stevens.

Just, just a moment.

You'll inform the professorof my profound irritation

and the roughness with whichhis favor was executed.

Now get out!

Just be glad I have notime to pursue you.

Go on!

Thank you, prime minister.

I thank you for making timein your very busy schedule,

and I do apologize for therather theatrical nature

of my entrance, but it was vitalI not be seen visiting you.

You have been so usefulto her Majesty

and her various governments

that I daren't refuseyour appeal.

Just a little bit onyour left there.

Thank you.

There you are.

Thank you, thank you.

Now, without wishing to alarmyou, I have a serious problem

that only you can solve.

What do you require?

Only that you behelpful and frank.

Only helpful and frank?

These are no small requestsfor a career politician.

Yes, yes, I understand.

And I do hesitate to ask.

It's just I'm in themidst of solving a crime

of enormous magnitude, notto mention the dismantling

of a secret cabal,representing the worldwide

industrialization of crime.

Our prime minister iscompletely untrustworthy.

But once women get thevote, all that will change.

That is the hope, Mrs. Morton.

Hmm.

So what did you think?

I don't know muchabout politics.

But surely you see thefairness of home rule.

Do you think that theUnited States would give

the Apache tribe home rule?

When you demand home rulefor Australia,

is it for the natives oris it for the colonizers?

I see your point.

The injustice goes deeper thanwe can address all at once.

But I believe a fairer worldwould make fairer choices.

And I am committed to abetter world.

And lately, my idea of abetter world includes you.

I don't see how.

Do you not?

I'm sorry, I forget myself.

It's okay.

It's a lot more fun thanlistening to petitions beingread.

Is it?

There's no usecreating taboos.

Criminals will notabide by them,

and they hinder our pursuit.

And I infer from thesize of the conspiracy,

the crime I'm trying to solve

is one of internationalsignificance.

I offer you a compromise.

Compromise, I expected this.

You must use your skills, Mr.Holmes,

and I must use mine.

The information produced

from this instance of stateapproved eavesdropping

must be handled by anofficer of the court.

The conversation cannever be used in evidence.

That's fair.

I believe you have deducedmy predicament.

Right at the moment, Iam more in the business

of identifying criminals,

rather than bringingthem to justice.

Jeremy, prepare towrite a warrant for,

uh, what do you call it?

A wiretap, my Lord.

Wiretap is how they secretlyrefer to it in New York.

Wiretap.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

How technical terms drainall the outrage

out of questionable activities.

Yes, well, begin the documentas for usual, Jeremy,

and Mr. Holmes here willhelp you word the rest.

If you could tell me the name

and position of the person

whose telephone youintend to monitor.

Yes indeed, I have it here, yeah.

Dear god.

Steady on, Jeremy.

This request is fromSherlock Holmes.

So do you think youcould summarize everything

we have left to do inorder to solve the case

of the red thread inits entirety?

As I see it,

we have to figure out howthese coachmen

from different countriesall became accomplices

to their bosses.

Determine what keysAmbassador Anderson

was forced to give upin exchange for Clara.

Solve the mystery of why Liamand Maggot were murdered.

Name the person at Scotland Yard

using Chief InspectorWhitlock's telephone.

Find the missing jewels,locate the hostages.

Figure out what a fleetof new ambulances

for the criminally insane

are supposed to be carryingin their false bottoms.

And connect all of thatto my mother's murder

and bring LadyViolet to justice.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

You left threequestions unasked.

Number one, why theattempted abduction

of the Italian ambassador's son?

Done after themurder of your maid

to see if you would back offafter finding her red thread.

Excellent, superb.

My deduction precisely attests

to make sure I will not breakfrom their distractions again.

Number two, during yourattempted abduction,

a man jumped from the carriage

and raced away to awaiting coach,

while the driver who kidnappedyou chose to stay behind

and missed a chance to get away.

Now why did he do that?

I have no idea.

No, nor I.

Now number three, alittle more serious.

Before Lord Witherseakilled himself,

he went so far as to suggest

that the red thread wereplanning a crime

beyond my imagination.

And I feel he mayhave been right.

Oh, sorry, hydrogen sulfide.

This is a necessary evil,I'm afraid.

Yeah, if you say so.

Maybe if we just answer oneor two of these questions,

then the thread would unravel.

Yes, but don'tforget the thread

would've killed me long ago

were I not somehow vitalto their success,

so how am I supposedto help them?

We're not stopping until wecan figure that out, are we?

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

We will soldier on.

And once we have rescuedWatson and Mrs. Hudson,

then the true power of my genius

can be put back toits proper use

and then let the thread beware.

Now what do you think of my work

with the telephone calls

made during our rescue ofClara Anderson?

That's very good.

Thank you.

A few minutes after Ireported Charlie the coachman,

someone at Chief InspectorWhitlock's office

called the coffin factory.

Then Whitlock's officeimmediatelyrang up Lord Withersea.

Warning him he wasabout to welcome Watson

and Mrs. Hudson, not to mentionthe ambassador's jewels.

Well now that you have allthese names and addresses,

it seems perfectlyreasonable to assume

that Dr. Watson and Mrs.Hudson must be at one of them.

I guess you can't ask ScotlandYard for a search warrant

because someone thereis involved.

Exactly.

Well, you've arrangedthe telephone numbers

between the members of thethread in the shape of a tree.

Why not shake it?

See what falls out.

Superb suggestion.

Yes, an excellentdescription of my plan.

Shake the tree.

At first we must move beyond

how the thread communicatewith each other

and get them to talk to us.

I've found a place inAmbassador Anderson's house

where I can hear everyword he says in his study.

Amelia.

I'm so proud of you.

Listening to criminalswithout their knowledge

can be key to solving a mystery.

So after we shake the tree,as you so vividly put it,

the kidnappers mustcommunicate with each other.

And then Watson and Mrs. Hudson

will once more be on the move.

Our allies and friends arealready strategically placed.

And I will light up thesky with two signals.

One color representingwhere Watson and Mrs. Hudson

have been kept, and theother color representing

where they are going.

So it'll be red, theEarl of Dorchester

where Clarence waits.

Green, the dowagerDuchess of Lincolnshire,

where the big streetirregulars are on watch.

Orange, the brokerSir Nigel Parks,

where the Halgans haveparked my carriage.

Yellow, the Duke of Leicester,

where Bertie guards the driver.

And violet, well, Lady Violet,

who I will place in yourcapable hands,

and whilst you go aboutunnerving her,

I will journey to Scotland Yard,

and bait the red thread intohelping us rescue my friends.

Swann, trust I'mnot too early.

No, sir, youare just in time

to witness the end of my career.

Nonsense, you're not oldenough to have a career.

Did you see the nameon the warrant

signed by LordSalisbury himself?

Yes, and I obeyed it, sir.

Certain, the knowledgethat no gentleman

shall ever speak to me again.

Nonsense.

You should not be so lucky.

Now, does this contraption work?

Yes sir.

I can hear and recordevery conversation

from the telephone of thechief inspector.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Now all that remainsis for me to go

and give one of the mostamazing performances

in theatrical history.

I regret you cannot attend.

But the audience for thisspectacle must be very small.

Afterwards, someone willpick up the telephone

in Chief InspectorWhitlock's office

and ask the operator todial a number.

You must write this number down, yes?

Yes.

And then while stillrecording the conversation,

you must compare this numberto all the other numbers

on the list to see towhom they belong.

Do you understand?

The Duke of Leicester,

the dowager Duchess ofLincolnshire?

Sir, this.

Don't fret.

Don't fret.

It will all be over soon.

And now to go upstairs andprovoke your superiors.

You are moving upin the world.

Last week you were ascholarly maid.

Now, suddenly dropping inon the daughter of a Duke

without so much as anappointment.

I wouldn't dream ofdisturbing you.

But during the ball for theItalian ambassador's daughter,

Clara misplaced her fan.

And some silly girl toldher that you picked it up.

I'm not a housekeeper.

That's more your line of work.

Nevermind, describe this fan,if you will.

Well, it's very unique.

It, it unfolds into thedesigns of a weapon,

a strange armored vehiclewith a cannon on top.

The drawing is very detailed,

almost like a blueprint.

Clara was certain that itwould be here.

I'm equally certain it is not.

But the fan does sound unique.

If we find it, I will secure it.

Well, you couldalways tie it shut

with a red thread andcall me to pick it up.

Oh, I shall try very hardto see that you get it.

Allow me to have Mr. Hoppershow you to the door.

No need.

I know where the door is.

Hopper, have my carriagebrought around immediately.

You should havereported these kidnappings

to the police.

Happily, I am onlyan hour or so

from locating Watson and Mrs.Hudson

and ending this dreadful ordeal.

Thank god.

How may we help?

Well, once again,chief inspector,

you anticipate me first, Imust return to Baker Street

and await the call ofmy informant.

In the meantime,

if you could have a fewsix man squads standing by.

Surely we should beworking together.

I can assume.- Nonsense, Bullivant.

Why would you demand controlover an investigation

you know nothing about?

Of course.

How foolish of me.

Rest assured Mr. Holmes,

we will put teams ofofficers all over the city

that we might instantlyrespond to your summons.

My thankfulnessknows no bounds.

Now that I have yoursupport, Chief Inspector,

our success is assured.

Expect my call shortly.