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When this despicable band
of thieves and murderers

commit crimes at which they
forbid my interference,

they leave behind a signal.

Or else Watson or Mrs.
Hudson could well die.

But you could go where I cannot.

Can't find his wife's jewel box

I hear them
gems is worth a penny.

Why kidnap Clara if you've
already stolen her ransom?

Please do not tell my parents.

Don't tell your parents how you
planned your own kidnapping

and stole your mother's jewels.

I am dealing with a
vast criminal syndicate

of unbridled reach, and
even inside the police.

They're bringing
a right out, sir.

Thank you, Constable.

Congratulations on your
rapid apprehension

of this coachman who
kidnapped the American

ambassador's daughter.

Were the jewels on his person?

Did the criminal confess?

No, sir, but he'll
eventually tell us all.

Sent him off to Newgate.

Ah. But we kept
the girl close.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, no.

I'm not going anywhere
with that man.

Take me back to my cell.

Here, young lady, be grateful
you have a benevolent employer

who's willing to be personally
liable for your behavior.

You sure she's worked
the trouble, sir?

Well, the girl has her faults,
but domestics are very

difficult to train, and
I hate the thought of

having to start all over
again with someone new.

I'm sure the girl will calm down
once she returns to the kitchen.

Usually works, sir.

I'm going back to Baker Street.

I'm getting my things,
and I'm leaving.

Very well.

On your current heading, it'll
take approximately 131 days

to reach your destination,

depending on the schedules of
various trains and steamers

and the probability of good
weather in the South Java Sea.

Are you saying that I'm going
in the wrong direction?

Not wrong, merely eccentric.

If you're open to a
journey in briefer than

circumnavigating the globe,
you could step into this cab

with which I came to rescue you.

Rescue me?

I wouldn't need rescuing if
you hadn't abandoned me.

I didn't abandon you.

I had to leave to prevent the
police from recognizing me.

Come along.

Maybe the coffin factory
was meant to burn.

Have you ever
thought about that?

And what thanks do
I get for Clara?

I'm threatened,
accused, arrested.

As if you and only
you can decide when

a criminal is caught.

Not through the front door!

Oh, blow it out your bottom!

Good heavens!

A message for you, sir.

Not now, Halligan.

You may pack your possessions,
but you may not leave.

You've been released
into my custody.

I will not spend another
night in this house

with your insufferable smugness.

Oh.

Key.

Oh, right.

The key.

Oh, nevermind.

Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

It's an urgent message
in need of a reply.

Read it to me then.

A.A.

Templeton, insurance code NYUSA.

Request to immediately
engage your services

locating jewels stolen
from US Ambassador London.

Stop. Favorable
terms, expenses,

a 500 pound bonus.

If jewels recovered
or claim rejected.

Grateful for your prompt reply.

Stop. Albert
Templeton, President.

My response to Mr. A.

Templeton, regret must decline.

Stop. Present
engagements preclude.

Stop. Good help
hard to find.

Stop.

Amelia?

Amelia, if you do not
open this door at once,

I will knock it down.

Amelia?

Amelia... very well.

Sir, a person of your
station and reputation

should not drag a
young scullery maid and

throw her out into the street.

I beg you, sir, let me do it.

Mrs. Halligan, I have this
completely under control.

Consider your honor, sir.

And I would urge you to consider
the life of your sister,

still the rightful
owner of this house.

Now, to rescue Mrs.
Hudson and Dr. Watson,

I would instantly trade
my honor, my reputation,

and my good fortune, and
yours too if it came to it.

Now, saving Mrs. Hudson's life
requires me to enter this room.

So if Amelia does not
immediately open this door,

I will knock it down.

However ill used you feel,
I took you from the street

when you had nowhere to go.

I employed you.

I fed you.

And you have repaid me
for these kindnesses

by refusing to follow
my instructions

in a manner that has put my
closest friends beyond reach.

Then why free me from
the police, then?

If I destroyed a plan that
you never shared with me,

I'm an ingrate?

You say we're not related,
that my mother is a liar?

Well, you insist we
are bound by blood.

But first, you can tell
me how we are tied

together by this.

Why is this red thread
so important to you?

Because this is the
signal I told you about.

The signature of the
criminal syndicate

responsible for the
kidnapping of my friends,

a red thread which they
leave tied to something

at the scene of every
crime they would forbid

me to investigate.

There is a red thread
like this in Clara's room?

Yes.

And that's why you left?

Yes, and you have another.

Which means you are either
connected to the red thread or

else you found it somewhere.

Which is it?

It involves my mother's murder.

How?

After all, this is a
crime you have insisted

I should help you solve.

Well, now I am so disposed.

Speak.

Tell me everything.

As I recall, you were
absent during the attack,

delivering designs for a
parade float to Los Angeles.

Was anything missing
on your return?

I didn't notice right away.

But they took several map
cases filled with Mama's

mechanical drawings.

Which is surprising because
many of them were very old.

Indeed.

And where was the red thread?

In the most terrible place.

Tied to this.

Ah, the murder weapon.

Wise of you to keep it.

And then?

I held onto her for a while.

I don't know how long.

Of course.

Of course you did.

Was her body warm to the touch?

It was cold.

Stiff.

So, rigor mortis established
but not dissipated.

Her death was four to 12
hours before your return,

so there is nothing you could
have done to prevent it.

Were you able to identify
the number of attackers?

I counted the hooves
of four horses.

They disappeared at the river,

and the... the boot prints
had all been wiped away.

So thought out, premeditated.

And what did you do next?

I buried her.

What is this picture?

It was her favorite photograph
from the time she worked

on "The Wild West Show."

And this is the
letter I read to you

where she says you're my father.

Hmm. Yes.

"The Wild West Show, the most
celebrated theatrical event

of the 19th century."

There, there.

Here.
Here.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss.

Your mother's murder
proves the syndicate

behind the red thread is
even larger than I feared.

If they are able to
reach across the world,

why do they require
such size and scope?

What crime or crimes are
they hoping to commit?

What does your mother's
death have to do with it?

It appears her murder
and the kidnappings

are connected to a much
greater enterprise.

Let's talk about
our plan for today.

Fortunately, we still
have two living links

to the red thread,
namely Clara Anderson

and Charlie the Coachman.

Now I must merely
do the impossible

and visit Charlie in
prison without alerting

anyone to my presence.

And you must follow up
with your friend, Clara.

My friend?

Clara's a thief and a liar.

She stole from her own mother.

She's letting a man rot in
jail for kidnapping her

when she willingly
went with him.

But Charlie did kidnap her.

Clara planned a fake
abduction, unless you believe

that she was expecting
to spend her

honeymoon in a coffin.

I'd say her elopement misfired
in a spectacular fashion.

And like us, the Red
Thread are fully aware

of her vulnerabilities,
and one day

will probably extort her
for their own purposes.

We cannot afford
for her misdeeds

to become public knowledge
and be severed from us.

Well, I'm sure Clara thinks
she got away with everything.

Well, you must
demonstrate otherwise.

Be blunt.

She'll respond better to
cruelty than to kindness,

and get to her before the
authorities can question her.

But Clara has
diplomatic immunity.

From the police, not from
this insurance investigator

who is likely to appear at
the house this very day.

I would have done so.

But you refused that job.

Yes, well, the mountain
inquiry into the kidnapping

and the jewel theft will
put me in open conflict

with the red thread, and for
that, I am not yet prepared.

But this detective hired
by the insurance company...

Oh, he could lead us to both
the jewels and your friends.

And like me, he can
go where you can't.

Very good, very good.

Soon you'll start to see
these advantages on your own.

And since it seems to be
a speciality of yours,

then I'm sure you can throw this
investigator on the defensive,

which will not only be
good for protecting Clara,

it will also convince the
investigator to question you.

And his interrogation
will likely provide

a theory of the crime.

But why would the Andersons
let me into their house?

My horse, Chance,
was one of the horses

that took Clara back home
in her father's carriage.

So fetching him should
provide an excellent pretext

for the visit.

And just this morning, Mrs.
Anderson sent me a card

thanking you for helping
to find their daughter.

So she would seem
very well disposed.

All right then, I'll
bring Chance back,

I'll manage Clara, and
I'll challenge the

insurance investigator.

Thank you.

If you agree that from now
on, we're working on the case

of the red thread together, and
we won't stop before finding

out who murdered my
mother and bringing the

killer to justice.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Now remember, the last
woman who served as my maid

was found floating in the River
Thames for no better reason

than as a warning to me.

So exercise great caution.

Not just for my sake, yours.

You must learn to
cultivate humility.

Are you sure that's possible?

It's a stark necessity.

You can only
investigate the thread

while seeming to pursue
some other purpose.

You must learn to hunt
while looking like prey.

I can take care of myself.

No doubt.

But do not confront anyone or
even acknowledge their presence.

Do nothing to provoke suspicion
or attract unwanted attention.

I'm visiting the ambassador's
house to reclaim your horse.

Precisely. And
I am calling on

an imprisoned man of
no interest to our

enemies in the hope
this misdirection will

trick them into believing
My journey to Newgate

Prison has nothing to do
with Charlie the Coachman.

Do you really think he knows
where Mrs. Hudson and Dr.

Watson have been taken?

Maybe not.

But he certainly knows
his accomplices.

Newgate Prison.

Welcome.

Sherlock Holmes, see prisoner
45262, Professor James Moriarty.

The professor don't
get many visitors.

He rarely agrees to meet anyone.

You'll see me, Mr. Dankworth.

I promise you.

Lead on.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
requesting a visit

which the governor allows.

There's no four,
five, two, six, two.

Face the wall, put your
hands above your head.

Didn't expect to see you again.

Oh, I know her all right.

She can stay.

Ought to be ashamed of
yourself for pretending to

be things you ain't.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to lie.

Mr. Holmes made me do it.

What are you here for today?

To collect Mr.
Holmes' horse Chance.

And while I'm here, I
thought I might see Clara.

Clara ain't come out of her
room since she got back.

But I'll go ask her mother.

Oh, what to do with
you in the meantime?

Please stay here, sir,
while I assure myself

of your safety.

Now you listen to me,
you horrible little man.

You will be in
your best behavior

for this gentleman to visit you.

Any malarky outta you,
and you're for the Hole.

You got it, Professor?

Shall I chain him for you, sir?

No.

I shall be right
outside if you need me.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

whom I never thought to see
again in the waking world.

What could a poor
prisoner like me do

for the greatest
detective on earth?

Laying it on a bit thick,
aren't we, Moriarty?

If you're unused to the
deprivations of the condemned,

Better if I had not escaped
the Reichenbach Falls.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

I'll stand.

Care for some lunch?

I find toasting prison
bread over an open flame

burns off most of the mould.

Appetizing as that
sounds, I decline.

Though I do note in passing,
Neither your skin nor

your weight reflect the
ravages of a prison diet.

Perhaps you ward off those
perils with roast beef and

claret, as one might infer,
from this gravy stain on

your cuff and this red
directly beneath your chin.

Not so incidentally, I note that
though there is no cell next

to yours on the western wall,
The hallway outside your door

goes on for another 20
feet in that direction.

This ink on your fingertips
from perusing the newspapers,

none of which I see in evidence,
not even on this metal hook.

By the toilet, where most
of your fellow prisoners

find their daily
news best employed.

Perhaps the maid has been
around to clean already.

What an ingenious mechanism.

May I?

Don't worry, James.

I'm not here to expose
corruption in Her

Majesty's prisons.

I'm here on a much more
important errand, and

one that affects us both, and
I should like to discuss it

with you without your assistant
eavesdropping in the hall.

I'm practically deaf
to my left ear.

Be quiet, you imbecile.

Yes, sir.

Pardon me if I demand
proof this private

conversation is necessary.

I had wondered at the
recent absence of

your name in the press in the
disappearance of Watson's

fawning puffery in the Strand.

The rumor that he had
finally come to his

senses and abandoned you
was always highly suspect.

And knowing that you still run
your empire from behind bars,

I find the decrease
in those crimes

most commonly associated
with your known accomplices

equally remarkable.

Touching how we keep up
with each other from afar.

Very well.

Under the circumstances,
I shall consent to spend

time in your odious company.

May I?

Incredible.
Dankworth?

Yes, your professorship, sir?

One more for lunch.

I'm so glad you stopped by.

Your efforts to find our
daughter were very brave.

Clara will be down in a moment
to thank you in person.

But my husband and I
are very anxious to

express our gratitude.

So we thought, since you
will accept no reward,

perhaps you would consider the
offer to join our household.

Excuse me?

In the capacity of Clara's
personal chaperone,

Given recent events, I
would feel more secure

if Clara had someone with
whom to go to dress shops

and to the theater and
other social engagements.

Would Clara enjoy
this sort of company?

She has no friends in
London, and you've proven to

be loyal and discreet.

And it would mean
quite a step up

in your social standing, Amelia.

Just think of all the great
events to which you would be...

adjacent.

Oh, look, there she is now.

Clara darling, look
who's come for a visit.

How very kind you are, Amelia.

And with everything
else you have to do.

But I'm afraid I'm
not yet quite myself.

Perhaps if you're able
to return next week?

Don't be silly, Clarissa.

I'll see about more tea
while you thank Amelia.

It shouldn't be gone longer than
it takes the kettle to boil.

Please don't say you've come
to tell my parents everything.

Why shouldn't I?

You stole your own
mother's jewels.

You weren't kidnapped, but
willingly left with Charlie,

who is now in prison
and liable to hang.

No. Charlie cannot hang
unless I testify against him.

And my father has invoked
diplomatic immunity to

keep me out of court.

Diplomatic immunity
won't protect you from

the insurance company.

The what?

Your father has filed a claim
against the missing jewels.

A private investigator is on the
way, is perhaps already here,

to find out how
they were stolen.

But... what
am I to do?

Go ahead and lie.

Why not add a fraud
of 50,000 pounds

to your list of crimes?

Dear God, what have I done?

My father will be
sent home in disgrace

and no one will ever marry me.

Stop crying.

Your mother will
be back any moment

and you can't look hysterical.

Of course you'll
be able to marry.

No, you don't understand.

You are a person
of no importance

and can wed whom you choose.

I am not so fortunate.

And if my secret
should be discovered?

What a desperate predicament.

As you are obviously aware,
many of the small businesses

in which I have
maintained an interest...

Gambling, fraud, opium.

Have been absorbed
by the Red Thread

and some of my trusted
lieutenants along with them.

And you are unable to move
against this presumptuous

criminal syndicate whilst
Watson and the landlady

remain in their power.

I wonder... You
wonder what?

Attempting to control your
behavior through hostages

is dangerous and clumsy
if the Thread are truly

worried about your conduct.

Then why not just kill me?

I see confinement has not
dimmed your intellect, which

is as ever entirely wasted.

Leaving you alive
is a grave error.

They will regret
it as much as I.

But you agree with my premise
that to destroy the red thread

would be to the
advantage of us both.

Oh, yes.

I very much concur.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,
you're about to make a request,

are you not?

I am.

Yes, ostensibly I have come to
Newgate Prison to visit you.

In reality, however, I
should like to interview

an agent of the Red Thread
incarcerated here for

kidnapping the American
ambassador's daughter.

I would must call you to
beg for my assistance.

Not at all.

As you pointed out, our
interests momentarily align,

and it is well known that you
are, in effect, if not in name,

the Prince Regent
of this prison.

Oh, come, come.

You exaggerate.

More tea, Professor?

Uh... Perhaps
half a cup.

I think I agree.

How would you get to and
from this idiot cell?

Mr. Dankworth would escort
me there and bring me back.

And to avoid being
recognized in transit?

I would temporarily
change clothes...

with you.

Well, well.

I've always wondered what
it's like inside that

stuffed shirt of yours.

Ah. But what
about your

horrifying face, which
many a prisoner here

has good reason to remember?

Well, the coachman is
newly arrived from America

and will not recognize me, and
as Mr. Dankworth leads me around,

I shall wear this
hood over my head,

as do the most
dangerous prisoners,

for I am dangerous, Moriarty,
very dangerous, lest you forget.

No, I have cause to recollect
at every moment of my life.

Are you not worried
this coachman

will consider you a spy
planted by the police?

No, I have more information
on him than the police

and some of it gathered from a
source they cannot question.

Oh, and whom would that be?

Clara?

Clara! - You have
to... - Clara.

Dear Lord, there you are.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but we have a visitor

who needs to talk to us.

Clara's still recovering.

Could this visitor not
come back another time?

I'm afraid not.

Our daughter has been returned,
but the jewels haven't.

And our insurance
claim against them

must be pursued with urgency.

I am sorry, young lady, to
end your visit prematurely.

But won't the investigator
want to speak to me too?

If he's going to be
questioning Clara,

I was there for some of it.

Amelia's quite right.

She helped rescue our daughter.

Oh, very well.

Wait here.

Better watch your step, sir.

Here we are.

Well, sir, I won't
remain in there

a moment longer than necessary.

Ah, Charlie, you have
a gentleman visitor.

No funny business now.

Yeah, fine.

Charlie Holroyd,
at your service.

I'm not talking to anyone.

Oh, you better
have a lot to say.

I've come to demand
explanations for your betrayal.

Demand.

Blacken your eye, then see
what you demand, old-timer.

I owe you nothing.

Are you sure about that?

Perhaps you should reconsider.

Even in here?

And everywhere else
you might hope to go.

You can escape from the
law, but never from us.

If you value your life, you
will tell me at once why you

deviated so far from our plan.

If you know the plan, why
don't you tell me what it was?

Would you wish me to
detail your mistakes?

You were to get the stupid
girl to fall in love with you,

an easy enough task for
a man of your appearance

and disposition.

Indeed, you were chosen
for this assignment

as much for your looks as
your skill with horses.

Once you had romanced
Miss Anderson in America,

you were to convince
her you wished to elope

and steal her mother's
jewels for a proper income.

In reality, however, she
was to be held hostage

in exchange for her
father's cooperation

in a scheme I may not reveal.

Well, I know anyway.

Weams and Magott mentioned
keys they wanted the

ambassador to hand over,
but what they're meant to

unlock, I have no idea.

And then there is the
matter of the jewels.

Weams and Magott told me
to give the jewels to them.

And did Weams and
Magott also order you

to try and sell the jewels to
one Mr. Clarence Halfpenny?

Did they order you to take the
girl with you back to America?

Did they order you to burn
the hostages and themselves

alive in the coffin factory
whilst you escaped?

Burned alive?

No, no, Weams and Magott.

They took the gems and
the other hostages

and rode away with them.

Well, neither Weams nor
Magott nor the jewels

nor the doctor and
the housekeeper

ever arrived at the
rendezvous point.

They're not in Richmond?

And are missing still.

And you tried to sail back
to America with Clara

where you thought to set
up a pretty household

with the stolen jewels.

No, I don't have the jewels.

Weams and Magott have them, OK?

Wait, no, no.

We left the Coffin factory
because there was a call

on the telephone
from the police.

We were tipped off by
your man on the inside.

I swear, ask him.

And were you a part of
that telephone call?

Or did you only hear one
side of the conversation?

Did you consider it was
staged for your benefit,

just so you would
give up the jewels?

Dankworth!

Wait.

Wait, no, no, I...
I-I did try to run

away with Clara, sure, but
I fell in love with her.

But I-I never... I
never burned anyone!

You have to believe me!

I've told you everything!

You have to believe me!

Come this way, please.

Mr. Bird Whistle. My
wife, daughter, and

My wife, daughter, and

her friend, Amelia.

Birtwistle, sir.

A T, not a D.

And no H, which would
be silent in any case.

My apologies, sir.

My American ears
sometimes fail me.

Have you completed
your inquiries?

Only those which were
least important.

The police have
already determined the

jewels were missing
and that the arrested

kidnapper did not have them.

But I'm curious.

I'm very curious as to
why your wife's valuables

were not in a
secure English bank

instead of a box that could have
been broken into by a child.

As to why we had the jewels,
They were stolen the very

night we arrived from America.

Then there's the little
matter of the delay

in reporting the theft
after Clara went missing.

Our daughter was abducted
before we'd even unpacked.

And at first, we gave
no thought to the gems.

I instigated a search
for them myself,

hoping they were still
present and could be found

before further
disturbing my wife.

Well, I'm sure your
discomfort was sevenfold

when you learned the
coachman had found his way

into your wife's
bedroom at night.

Was that not so unusual?

I beg your pardon, sir.

What the devil do you mean?

Forgive me, please.

There was no attempt to offend.

I'm unfamiliar with
how wealthy Americans

conduct relations
with their servants.

It could hardly be
called a relationship.

Charlie worked for us in
America and came here some

weeks before us, and
he was in and out

of the house and stables
during that entire time.

What trust you put in him?

I'm sorry to have to
say, but in retrospect,

it appears careless.

But wait.

If the coachman was
here some weeks before,

how could he have known the
jewels were in your bedroom?

How the coachman knew anything
is something to ask him.

Do you want the Andersons to
guess what he was thinking?

Aren't you more
interested in the facts?

All my interest in the
facts is all-consuming,

and I will know them
before I'm done.

Now, young Miss Anderson,
I must hear all

your recollections
you've so far withheld

from the police, because
the kidnapping and theft

were so brilliantly conceived
and daringly executed.

I hope you might shed some
light on how those crimes

were carried out.

Did you fool him
good and proper?

Is the red thread unraveled?

Afraid a little?

We'll see.

You can tell me.

A problem shared is a problem

halved, as they say.

Best we each work our
own side of the street.

On that point, you
will have to trust me.

Oddly, I don't think of
us as trusting people.

For example, did you really
believe I would allow

you to walk into my cell,
ask for help, and then

give me nothing in return?

I've already said I would
pursue our mutual interests,

Listen, to that end,
please return my clothes.

I must leave at once.

Ah, Sherlock.

I am at my leisure.

I could, without difficulty,
hold you here until nightfall,

possibly beyond, unless you wish
to leave this place dressed

as a prisoner with
everyone knowing

the true purpose of your visit.

If you did that, I would stop
at nothing to destroy you.

Oh, but by that, it
would be too late

for Watson and Mrs. Hudson.

No. You should not
be leaving here

before agreeing to my terms.

This will not do.

This will not do at all.

No sleeping draught could
have wiped out the memory

of your whole ordeal.

I forbid you from
using that insinuating

tone with my daughter.

Do not mistake me for one
of your pet Pinkertons.

Nor some London bobby cowering
before diplomatic immunity.

I will have the truth,
or you will be paid

nothing for your claim.

Father, please let
me answer him.

As I told you, sir, I
went to sleep in my room,

and I woke inside the
coffin with no memory

of how I got there.

I was kept inside the
coffin except for...

those activities the body has
no choice but to perform,

and on these occasions
I was blindfolded.

And every second
of my confinement,

I was in terror for
my life and my honor.

Where was the
coachman during this?

How could I possibly know?

And when did he take you
from the coffin factory?

How was it you were on the
brink of boarding a ship,

holding his hand?

Holding his hand?

Amelia, please don't.

I was there.

I saw her get pulled
from a dark box

into the blinding light of day.

How could you expect her to
resist a dangerous criminal

who was dragging her to the
gates of the London Dock?

Would you like to
examine her knees?

Is that what you
came here to do?

Of course not.

I see a ring on your finger.

Tell me, Mr. Birtwhistle,
did you court your

wife by drugging her?

Did you yank her to
the altar in a coffin?

Is that how you do things in
the Birtwhistle household?

That's quite enough, young lady.

That's quite enough.

Now, I apologize for
the indelicate nature

of my questions, but do
understand, when there's

tens of thousands of pounds
at stake, I must be thorough.

And thoroughness
demands cruelty?

Not at all.

Amelia, is it?

When you were present at
the rescue, perhaps I could

speak to you in private.

Of course you can.

That's why we insisted
on her being present.

Allow me to show you out.

Good day.

You are a most unexpected
sort of person.

American, a maid, rescuer,
stable lad and attorney.

You provided sound
representation

for Clara Anderson.

I only said what
you already know,

which is the jewels have been
stolen and can't be found.

And there's so many
places to look,

such as the coffin factory,
where at one point there

were at least three hostages
being held and yet here you

are covering old ground.

Don't be impertinent.

Besides which, I
know the factory

to be owned by Lord Withersea.

And I assure you,
Withersea is in possession

of a considerable fortune,
which he has no need

to increase through
kidnapping or thievery.

And he will eventually
comply with my request

for a list of his
partners and employees.

Eventually?

Why don't you have
that list already?

Is it because you can't
bully Lord Withersea

the way you just bullied
a young, helpless girl?

I wouldn't bully, wouldn't I?

It drives me.

I do have other arts.

I could teach you my
methods, provided you don't

already know everything.

You show promise
as an investigator

and would likely take others
off guard as you have me.

Oh, think about it.

For now, this is
where we part ways.

If you help me find the jewels,

it could be worth
a bonus of, ooh,

shall we say 100 pounds.

A fifth of what
you were offered.

How generous.

Good day, Mr. Birtwhistle.

She calls me a bully.

Losing a child is difficult,
especially when you've no

one but yourself to blame.

After my wife died, I was
so concentrated on my work

that I neglected my young
son at an enormous cost.

I remember the story.

His name was Daniel.

Or Dan, as we called him.

Just before his 10th
birthday, when I was

away on the continent,
Dan was arrested on

some trifling matter.

Connected to the theft of a
clergyman's gold timepiece,

as I recall.

Gold plated.

I like to think he meant
it as a gift for me.

In any case, during
my absence, he

was shipped off to Australia
under the Home Children Act.

But surely your corruptive
influence was great even then.

His pardon was quick, yes,
but in the time it took

to reach him, he had...

disappeared. Off to
Melbourne, some said.

None of my employees
could find him.

That was many years ago.

Lately, however, there
have been reports of

a young Australian lad,
newly arrived in London,

who looks very much like a
grown-up version of my Dan.

Your story is almost
endlessly Dickensian.

Will I find my clothes,
do you think, somewhere

at the end of this plot?

Well, I will return your
suit, give my support

in attacking the Thread,
maintain my silence about

your kidnapped friends, if
you agree to find my son

and bring him here for a visit.

Well, cannot your own
organization track him down?

Has your small army of
familiars utterly failed you?

I cannot let my colleagues know
that my own son dare ignore me.

I doubt if you can understand
what it's like to have a child.

I'm not without imagination.

I am very concerned
that in their attempt

to absorb my empire,
the Thread...

Do no harm to my Dan.

Very well.

Very well, but I can accept
no fee for this undertaking.

I do not intend
to offer you one.

Well, it is usual when
hiring a consulting detective.

You're not being hired,
you're being extorted.

No, I'm doing you a favor,
and one much less onerous

than I'd anticipated.

What is it, Dankworth?

I'm sorry, your professorship.

It's a bit unusual,
it concerns us all.

I'm sorry, Holmes,
your presence here

has become inconvenient.

I regret you must rush away.

Oh, we are well past the point
I might have rushed anywhere.

Indeed, you have detained
me almost past the point

of human endurance.

That is what this place
was designed to do.

Dankworth, please be
certain Mr. Holmes

has taken out in such a way
that the contents of this note

become clear to him.

This way, sir.

What's the problem,
Mr. Dankworth?

That's not the way I came in.

No. That's the way
you must leave.

Right. Come on, Dom.

Get his other arm.

That's it.

Right, ease him down.

He's dead, governor.

Killed himself and
saved us the trouble.

Let me up, or I'll
blow your head off.

Lady's choice.