All language subtitles for Sherlock.and.Daughter.S01E01.720p.x264-FENiX

Good morning, Mr. Holmes

Constable, a list.

Every arrival and departure,
front door and back.

Since 6 PM yesterday evening,
at once, if you please.

Morning, Bullivant.

Chief Inspector Whitlock,
you did very well

to call me so quickly.

Good Lord.

The kidnappers took the
boy from his bedroom.

Got as far as this hallway,
but a maid stopped them.

They battered her
and left the child.

Right. I need to
examine the window

at the back of the
house through which the

intruders entered.

My sympathies, by the way,
for having to work all night,

Chief Inspector Whitlock.

How could you
possibly know that?

Well, it hasn't rained since
4 o'clock this morning,

and both your coats
are still rather damp,

especially along the trim.

And though you've wiped
most of the garden

mud from off your shoes,
the knees of your trousers

still show evidence of wet
grime encountered whilst

climbing across a window sill.

I'll interview the child
and talk to the maid

when she's fully recovered?

The Italian ambassador.

The ambassador can wait.

I'll go and see the boy.

The boy is very frightened.

Well, he'll be
even more frightened

if on the next attempt
the kidnappers succeed.

Thank you, Inspector Bullivant

Hello. What's
your name, boy?

Roberto, or Robert,
when we're in England,

where Mama is from.

When you were awake,
what did you see?

Two men looking down at me.

How are they dressed?

In black, I think.

It was dark.

Did you see their faces?

I can't remember.

I was grabbed very quickly.

Do you remember anything
about these men?

They spoke English.

With my accent?

More like Mr. McGregor's.

Mr. McGregor is our
butler from Scotland.

Where did you get this?

I don't know.

Ow! You're hurting him.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

Holmes? I can't
take this case.

What? But you haven't
seen the window.

Or spoken to the maid.

Nor do I need to.

I assure you Inspector
Bullivant is fully capable

of solving the mystery.

But Mr. Holmes, the foreign
minister specifically

requested that you...

I must reserve my efforts
for more successful crimes.

You cannot walk off again.

It's the Italian
bloody ambassador.

Mr. Holmes, the
names you wanted.

Everyone in and out since 6pm.

Keep it and add me to the list.

Don't get many of you
folks in Manhattan no more.

Hey lady, if you
head into the wharf,

the back door's closer.

We can help.

Thanks, but I'm looking
for the ticket offices

for the passenger ships.

Go in there ourselves.

We can drop you off.

Shrimpy, help the lady.

This way.

No, thanks.

I got it.

I'm Cooper, by the way.

Amelia. Amelia Rojas.

Pleasure to make your
acquaintance, Amelia.

First time in New York?

Yeah, just for the night.

From California.

Long way, ain't it?

For a girl to come on her own?

You'd be amazed what you can do
when you don't have a choice.

Wait, wait.

Drop the bag and I
won't slice up your face.

That's all he dresses.

See?

You came a long way to die.

How much for a ticket
to London on the Stella?

One way?

Steerage is $30.

You got $30?

No, I was just robbed.

But maybe we can make
some sort of trade?

You wanna make my day more fun?

How about something
more valuable?

My mother was an inventor.

These are blueprints
for a machine

that boils milk and
stores it in bottles.

Why would anyone want that?

It keeps milk
fresher for longer,

So you can travel with
it on trains or ships.

What, no magic beans?

Here, let me see.

Homemade dresses, Indian
trinkets, tempenny.

Now, huh, what's this?

Uh-huh, not bad.

A killer used this
knife to murder someone.

It's not for sale.

Oh, um, that... that
was my mother's.

It has her picture
on the inside.

I can't trade that watch.

Guess we're done then.

Wait, wait, wait.

Just give me time to
copy her portrait.

Would that be OK?

Please? Ship sails
in two hours.

You don't put that watch
in my hand as you board.

Well, then, enjoy New York.

Get on

Missed his breakfast
this morning

and serving it after dark.

How is he this evening?

Oh, in a right strop.

Mrs. Halligan, this
egg is overcooked.

We've had this
conversation before.

Sorry, Mr. Holmes, but last
time you said it was too runny.

To accompany toast
soldiers, a single egg

must be boiled for 4
minutes and 12 seconds,

unless, of course, it is
an ostrich egg, which I do

not believe to be the case.

I told you, sir, when
my husband agreed

we should help with this
crisis of my sister

and Dr. Watson's kidnapping.

But I'd only ever worked
as a housekeeper,

and my kitchen
skills were limited.

But you can tell the
time, can you not?

You can use a ruler, you can
recollect basic instructions.

Four minutes, 12 seconds
to boil the egg,

three quarters of an inch
by one and a quarter inch

for the soldiers.

Quite.

So find me someone who can
follow these simple orders,

Please.

Wait! what are you doing?
Closing the curtains.

It's pitch dark outside, sir.

Do not close my curtains.

Please. Will
there be

anything else, sir?

No, Mrs. Halligan.

Good night.

Lamp in the window tonight to
show you will observe the thread.

Or Watson and Hudson will
pay like you're maid.

I saw you drawing
earlier, may I see?

Just sketches.

I promise not to take
up too much of your time.

Sure.

Oh, but these are amazing.

The pictures of my parents,
they're beautiful.

It must be so wonderful to
be so good at something.

Must be wonderful to have
such beautiful dresses.

Mama and I have to
look good for Papa.

He's to be the new
United States Ambassador

to the court of St.
James in London.

Where I don't know a soul.

Well, Lady Violet, but I'd
hardly consider her a friend.

Do you know anyone in London?

A gentleman who lives
on Baker Street.

He doesn't know me.

How mysterious.

Well, perhaps you can meet
people at the ball my

father's throwing for me.

Your father's
throwing you a ball?

To celebrate my official
debut into society.

Afterwards, some duke
or lord will marry me

in exchange for some of
grandpa's gold mines.

Sounds more like a
market than a dance.

It's not very romantic,

but Lady Violet says it's what
every young heiress wants.

The lady trains
young ladies to be

worthy of aristocratic husbands.

Is that your mother?

Yes, that's Mama.

Is she on board?

No, she couldn't make the trip.

That picture of my
parents is amazing.

I'm sure Papa would
buy it from you.

Excuse me, Clara.

Is this girl bothering you?

Why, no, Lady Violet.

She... She should
be in steerage.

Well, I've become very
good friends with...

Amelia Rojas.

Charmed.
Clara.

For your parents.

Oh, thank you, Amelia.

Perhaps we'll see you at dinner?

So, will you be joining us

at the Captain's table?

I thought I'd have them
deliver the quail to my cabin.

Get back below deck
where you belong.

And if I see you again
before we disembark,

He will finish this
voyage in the brig.

Watch yourself, madam.

Amelia!
Amelia!

There you are.

I wanted to find
you after dinner.

To say thank you for the
picture you drew of my parents.

Oh, it was my pleasure.

Um, Clara, darling!

You should not think we're
from different classes.

I don't believe in that.

You should feel
free to call on us.

Oh, well, but if I
don't see you again,

have a great time in London.

You too, Amelia.

You too.

Walk on.

Anything I can get for this?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thanks.

Papers. Here's
your papers.

Love it, Dandy.

Would you like some?

No, thanks.

Three-day news.

Go get your papers, madam.

Here you go.

Oh, jeez.

Remains found of a
servant of Sherlock Holmes.

The mortal remains of a woman
washed ashore at Bermondsey

have been identified
as Maria Malloy,

servant, recently the
employee of Sherlock Holmes.

No loitering, you
know the rules.

No, no I don't, sorry.

New in town.

Find your customers
elsewhere, dearie.

This is a public park.

Oh, I'm not, excuse
me, how dare you?

I have business here.

On a park bench, with who?

Sherlock Holmes.

Right and after you have tea
with him you can play marbles

with Her Majesty at the palace.

I just might do that.

Yep, off you go.

Come on.

Off you go.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
Holmes is not receiving today.

I advise you to write him
rather than attempt to gain

entrance without invitation.

Good day!

Where the hell have you been?

Come in quick, we're
almost out of time.

I thought the agency
wouldn't send anyone else.

Put your bag down.

Do you have your uniform?

No.

We could have fit two of you
into the last one's gear.

It'll have to do till
Mrs. finds you better.

Pull it over your head.

Okay.

Hurry.

Mrs.

This is...
Amelia.

I don't care for the
Queen of Sheba girl.

If you ain't on time tomorrow,
it's out the door you go,

like the three girls
who came before you.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, ma'am.

We're sure tapped it.

So you'll be expected to
cook as well as clean.

OK. I beg
your pardon?

Yes, ma'am.

Don't just stand there.

He'll want his full English in
15 minutes.

Some people cannot
take no for an answer.

The missus isn't a
bad sort, really.

Just don't let her down.

Make the gentleman a
good breakfast now.

Wow.

Enter.

S-Sorry.
First day.

Where do you want it?

On the table.

Get it while its hot

The lid.

Sorry.

I should not like it to escape.

May I ask who you are?

Amelia. I'm
Amelia Rojas.

But you're not the new
scullery maid, am I correct?

No, that's not why I came here.

Your voice identifies you
as American from the West,

based on your boots,
fallen on hard times,

given their former quality
and current decrepitude.

Newly arrived, judging by
the scent of cheap pine

and ship's wax as used in
steerage and from California.

Your belt buckle is
indicative of the jewelry

metalwork of the area.

Elementary. For
Sherlock Holmes.

You also have no experience
whatsoever as a domestic,

nor any culinary aptitude.

Mr. Holmes, I can explain.

My mother and I lived a
long way from nowhere.

At night, she would read
stories from the paper

about your cases.

And she told me that
if I ever needed help,

I should find you.

Well, I'm sorry.

Not only can I not help
you, these days I cannot

even help myself.

Is everything satisfactory, sir?

No. No, Mrs. Halligan.

Everything is not satisfactory.

In future, kindly check the
references of any employee

before allowing them to
poison me in my own study.

Pay Miss Rojas one
week's wages in advance,

terminate her employment
forthwith, and show her out.

And take this... this... look at this...

miserable excuse for
a breakfast with you.

Thank you.

My mother said you
were a great man.

She must have been mistaken.

Sorry, Mr. Holmes.

I told him you wasn't
receiving, but the chief

inspector insisted.

I apologize for interrupting
your breakfast, sir.

Paul Anderson, newly
appointed US ambassador

to the court of St. James.

My wife Marjorie.

Mr. Holmes, we
arrived yesterday.

This morning we woke to
find my daughter missing.

You must help us.

Clara is missing?

How do you know the
name of our daughter?

I'll show you.

Extraordinary. From
what I know of

these cases, Mr. Holmes,
there's no time to lose.

Will you please help us?

I must attend to Her
Majesty the Queen at noon

as incoming ambassador.

We would like to tell
Her Majesty that

you are assisting us.

May the ambassador do that.

I was on the ship.

I drew a picture of you
two and gave it to Clara,

but I kept my one
of her for myself.

You're the girl from the ship.

The one Clara told us about.

And look, here she is
working for Mr. Holmes.

It's a sign, Paul.

An answered prayer.

Very well.

You may tell Her Majesty I
will examine the crime scene.

Bring your maid.

She knows her Clara.

She might be able to help.

Carry this

Do not touch anything and
definitely do not speak.

Repeat my commands.

Well, you just told
me not to speak.

Thank you for
coming, Mr. Holmes.

Can you offer a summary of
events leading to the discovery

young Clara had gone missing?

We retired early.

Our first night of shore.

A maid brought Clara Coco at 9.

I returned in the
morning to wake her,

just after 7 a.m.

Clara...

wasn't in her room.

I searched the
house, the grounds.

Nothing.

My wife and I were
sleeping next door.

Didn't hear anything.

There was no demand
for a ransom?

Not yet.

Thank you.

Please wait downstairs
with your wife.

Inspector Bullivant,
gather the servants.

I shall interview
them presently.

Hmm.
Bag.

That's Clara's, all right.

You appear to have the
memory span of a goldfish.

I said no speaking.

Well, but I've seen
Clara and you haven't.

That's the right color
and length for me.

Listen and learn so
that your long trip

is not entirely
wasted, and one day,

you may be able to
tell your children

that you studied with the
great Sherlock Holmes.

Now, the first principle
of deduction...

Is that each possibility must
be considered and eliminated,

the last to remain, no matter
how improbable is the truth.

So you have read Watson's
sentimental little stories.

Well, a parrot may
recite even Shakespeare.

Note to me

This room has three exits.

Door and windows.

No. Clara's not
the type of girl

to go jumping out of windows.

I see two candles.

Yes. One left by the maid
last night, burnt to the nub.

The other is...

Lit by whoever came for Clara.

Whom? Whom ever?

Can you identify your
mysterious intruder?

Well, there were constables
guarding the grounds,

and there's no sign
of forced entry.

An insider.

The cheap brass variety often
employed by those below stairs.

So your servant kidnapper
came in with a candle

but left in darkness?

Maybe he had his hands full.

Don't touch.

It's tobacco.

Yes, from the fingers
of the carrier.

Watson once tested me blindfold,
and I was able to identify

17 tobaccos from smell alone.

Now this one I can't quite get.

I can.

Well, do not leave
me in suspense.

It's California's
finest chowing tobacco.

It has a disgustingly
strong smell.

And it reminds me of
something, something...

Something American?

Laudanum?

Clara was drugged and
carried out unconscious.

Mr. Holmes, are you all right?

I finished my examination
and must leave.

We were just getting somewhere.

There is no "we."

You offered to help
find their daughter.

I said I would visit
the crime scene,

and I have done so.

For now, we must withdraw.

Well, like you said,
there is no "we."

My mother didn't
raise me to quit

or to leave without
saying goodbye.

So I'll apologize
to them for you.

As you like.

Good day.

Don't tell me I've
been waiting on you.

Where's Holmes?

Is he still upstairs?

No. Um...

He had to rush out.

Well, what could possibly
be more important

than this kidnapping?

It was in connection
to a clue he found.

And he left me behind to
follow up with the servants.

In that case...

We have had no time
to hire staff,

but Cassie has been a cook
with the American Embassy

for years.

Impeccable references.

The poor girl was right as
ninepence when I brought her

her cocoa last night.

I swear.

No one is blaming you, Cassie.

Was anyone with you when
you made the cocoa?

The coachman.

He has his supper by the fire.

The coach house is
ever so drafty.

And did you leave the
room before taking

the cocoa to Clara?

Only to attend
Mrs. Anderson.

You rang for a hot
water jar, ma'am?

Indeed I did.

The window in our room
was carelessly left open.

We were freezing.

I was only gone
for five minutes,

and Charlie was there
the whole time.

Was he?

How long has Charlie worked
at the ambassador's house?

Only recent.

But he was our
driver in America.

We sent him over a month early
to help get things ready for us.

And he's a truly nice young man.

Well, only one or
two old habits.

Like chewing tobacco?

Only in the coach house.

I'll make him spit out the
tobacco before coming inside.

Could I speak to
Charlie, please?

Fetch him, Cassie.

But don't say what it's about.

Allow me.

Miss...
Rojas.

Have you worked for
Mr. Holmes long?

I mean, were you on our ship,
returning from some secret

mission on his behalf?

I'm sorry, I can't
answer that question.

I see.

Well then, as a fellow
American, let me be blunt.

Chief Inspector Whitlock advised
me not to hire Sherlock Holmes.

He said in recent weeks
that even Dr. Watson,

who has been his friend for
years, has abandoned him,

and that your employer's work
had become erratic, unsound.

And not to frighten you,
but the police also said

that recently his
maid was murdered.

And he will do nothing
to aid in the inquiries.

If anyone in London
can find Clara,

I promise you it's Mr. Holmes.

He will find your daughter.

And he will not give
up until he has.

Charlie's got that.

So has your carriage and horses.

What?

Here's your bag from upstairs.

Was that all you
have in the world?

It's all I need.

Your week's wages?

At least take this.

It's just bread and cheese
and a pickled onion.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Yeah. Oh, and
please let

Mr. Holmes know that
I solved his case.

Perhaps you should tell
Mr. Holmes yourself.

Mr. and Mrs. Halligan,
I will require nothing

further this evening.

So,

off with no farewell.

You made it clear you
didn't want me here.

And you don't care anything
about finding Clara.

Of course I want
to find the girl.

What did you learn?

Clara was kidnapped by
Charles Holroyd, the

ambassador's coachman.

I saw him at the ship when
he collected the Andersons.

I remembered that he
spat tobacco right

in front of my feet.

The same awful smell as
was on the candle holder.

And he's gone off with the
ambassador's coach and horses.

And according to
Cassie, the cook,

Charlie was the only
one other than her

who could have put
laudanum in the cocoa

done when she took a hot water
jar up to the Andersons' room

because it was cold last
night and someone left

the window open.

Do you know where he is now,
this Charlie, the coachman?

Not yet.

Hardly case closed, then, is it?

Besides, I still have questions.

Such as?

Such as...

who are you?

You've studied my methods,
you've infiltrated my home,

you've ingratiated yourself
with the ambassador's family.

Who sent you?

My mother.

For what reason?

Explain. That's what
I came here to do.

Then wait no longer.

It was a few months ago.

Mom, I was finishing drawing
up a self-propelled float

for an annual parade they
have in Los Angeles.

So she asked me to
deliver her designs

and collect her fee.

Be careful in the city.

Stop at the store and make sure

they have plums
on your way home.

Did you perform these tasks?

Yes, it took me three days.

This trip already seems endless

and I assume you returned.

Mom, I'm home!

I had to wait for your plums.

The store wasn't open when I...

When I first got there...

Mom?

My mother always told
me that if anything

should happen to her, that
I should take this picture

out of its frame and put
it with her scrapbook.

There was a note
for me on the back.

My darling Amelia, if
you are reading this,

then I am gone without
telling you the truth

about your father.

I always said he was an explorer
who died before you were born.

This is the only lie
I ever told you,

and I am sorry for it.

Your true father is
Sherlock Holmes.

Go to London, find him.

Sherlock will help you now.

No mother could ever be
more proud of her daughter.

I love you always, Mom.

Her name was Lucia Rojas.

Well, it probably
goes without saying

the name Lucia Rojas means
absolutely nothing to me.

That's not true.

You're...

You're my father.

Unfortunately, you
are not the first,

nor in all probability the
last, to make such a claim.

I've never even
been to California.

Goodbye Ms Rojas

Wait.
Please.

You never went to California.

But Mama came here, to London.

She... she performed
in the Wild West Show

and helped design its scenery.

I've no idea what you expect
this drawing to prove,

but you can strike
paternity from the list.

If your mother did regale
you with these stories,

I'm sure she meant well.

Perhaps she read some of the
lurid accounts of my cases

in the American Penny Dreadfuls
and imagined a liaison.

My mother was no dreamer.

She sent me here to find you.

She said that you
would know what to do.

But it appears that you no
longer care about anything.

What am I supposed
to care about?

About why my mama was murdered
and who would do such

a terrible thing.

Miss Rojas, my condolences.

I'm sure your mother was in
her way a remarkable woman

and I hope much less trouble
than you seem to be.

The great Sherlock Holmes.

I'll solve mama's murder myself.

And while I'm at it, I'll
find Clara Anderson, too.

With or without you.

Wait!

Wait.

To be clear,

I do not believe for a minute

you are my offspring.

But putting that
aside for the moment,

I do find myself

in need of an assistant.

And from what I have seen on
your first day in my employ,

you are a passable artist, an
eager and intelligent pupil

with a surprisingly
good open-handed slap.

Please, take a seat.

Clara Anderson's kidnapping
is a crime in which I may not

visibly involve myself.

But you, a girl, newly
arrived in the city,

like most Americans, fond of
asking far too many questions,

could go where I cannot,
provided you are truly

interested in
learning my methods.

If you have something to teach.

I do.

But under some
non-negotiable conditions.

Those would be?

You will only undertake
tasks I set for you.

You will follow my
instructions to the letter.

You will tell no one
what you are doing,

and you'll report only to me.

And perhaps the skills you
learn may later be employed

to investigate the
murder of your mother.

In the meantime, to
avoid suspicion,

you will remain in
your current position

of scullery maid and cook
at two pounds per month.

Agreed?

Okay, then.

When do we start
on finding Clara?

Tomorrow morning.

Do you have anything
else to say?

If my mother said so.

Than I am your daughter.

Just help me crack the case.

I'm sorry to leave you
here, but others will

be here very soon.

And, uh, you won't be alone.

You hear that?

They're still alive.

They've been here for weeks.

Please don't be any
trouble, Clara.

The other men who
watch this place,

well, they're not as nice as me.

I have to close the lid now.

No.

If I were you, I'd just...

try to get some sleep.

No.
No.