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The Thread would have
killed me long ago

were I not somehow
vital to their success.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Welcome. Thank you,
Prime Minister.

Someone at Chief Inspector
Whitlock's office

immediately rang
up Lord Withersea.

Warning him he was about to
welcome Watson and Mrs. Hudson,

not to mention the
ambassador's jewels.

Unless I find the jewels
by tomorrow afternoon,

the ambassador collects
50,000 pounds.

The kidnappers must
communicate with each other,

and then Watson and Mrs. Hudson
will once more be on the move.

Our allies and friends are
already strategically placed,

and I will light up the
sky with two signals.

One color representing where
Watson and Mrs. Hudson

have been kept, and
the other color

representing where
they are going.

Prepare to write a
warrant for them.

What do you call it?

A wiretap, my lord.

I can hear and record
every conversation

from the telephone of
the chief inspector.

Now, go upstairs and
provoke your superiors.

No call yet, sir.

No.

The person using the telephone
I must wait to be alone

in Whitlock's office.

How long will that take, sir?

Not long.

The time frame I
gave was designed

to eliminate the
possibilities of a messenger.

Are you in danger, sir?

No, no, no, no, no.

It's not my safety at risk,
but the lives of those

I hold most dear.

If I am wrong, if the culprit
employing the telephone

in Whitlock's office
does not use it again,

if we have nothing to
record, then my trap springs

shut on the wind,

And my friends, my dearest
friends, could die.

Operator, operator!

Whitlock?

Number, please.

This is Scotland Yard.

Ring Belgravia 483.

Quickly!

You have a stone in your boot.

I believe the cobbler can
be found in Kensington.

Quickly.

The hostages are travelling
from the Dowager

Duchess of Lincolnshire,
Green, which is where

Shaw and the Irregulars are
stationed, to Kensington, the

Duke of Leicester, Yellow,
Where they'll have

to pass by Bertie.

Now, excuse me, Shaw, I
haven't a second to lose.

But, sir, what should I do?

Just continue
recording the calls

and pray that there
is no change of plan.

Wish me luck, Swan.

Green boys, look ahead.

That's us.

Two carriages.

They may submit them up.

Half and half, lads.

You two take the
second one, all right?

Come on.

That's the one.

Head to the Duke of Leicester.

That's it, Mr.
Halligan, let's go!

Get!

Take the yellow route to
the Duke of Leicester.

Time is of the
essence, Dankworth.

Certainly, sir.

Redfloyd, carry.

Let's go.

Get off the road!

Is this it?

Come on, keep going!

Almost there!

Keep going!

Well done.

Don't take the drives.

Look for the hostages.

It's my sister!

Let me, Mrs.
Okay, okay.

It's stuck.

It won't budge.

Let me in there.

Ah, Holmes.

How kind of you to join us.

Thank you for following my
instructions so closely.

Two carriages, my god.

Clever, but not clever enough.

Come on.

Is it Mr. Holmes?

Oh, my lord.

I must be dreaming.

Everyone seems to be floating.

There, mate.

Steady, Mrs. Hudson, steady.

Oh, sister.

Dear sister.

Help Mrs. Hudson to my
carriage.

Take great care.

She's been heavily
dosed with opium.

Watson, come on, Shaw.

Get this open.

Come on.

Watson.
Oh.

Oh. Oh, yes.

What? You
found us.

Yes, of course.

I knew you would.

Of course.

You've been very
heavily sedated.

Yes. We'll
get you home.

Yes. You can have
a proper rest.

No, no, no.

No, the gold.

The banking, the rob...
robbing the Bank of England.

What? They may have
done it already.

Who? I'm going
to fall.

What?

Take him.

Take him to my carriage.

Come on.

All right.

Swan!

There we go.

That's a good boy.

Lady Violet, how may I help you?

I must speak with
the ambassador.

Despite the lateness
of the hour,

My husband is still
at the embassy.

Would you care to
leave a message?

Sorry for the inconvenience,
but I must wait for his return.

Then may I use your telephone?

I need to make an important
call to Scotland Yard.

Chief Inspector Whitlock here.

To whom am I speaking, please?

Your betters, that's who.

And I have a serious problem.

I have already solved
quite a few of your

problems, Lady Violet.

Including those related to the
less than accidental death

of one of your debutantes.

Your taste for
violence has become...

I'm in no mood for a
lecture on morality.

Especially from a man who has
been so handsomely rewarded

for betraying the law.

If you wish to escape
with your prize, you'll

continue to assist me.

Assist you?

How? With
that awful

girl, Amelia Rojas.

The American ambassador insisted
I place in his household.

She knows I have the designs
to her mother's weapon.

I want her out of the way.

Your hatred of this girl is
a distraction from Holmes,

whom you continue
to underestimate.

I have been right
about Sherlock so far.

But the girl is more
unpredictable and so a threat.

I am presently involved
in the most delicate part

of our entire enterprise
and Holmes must not

suspect that he has been
led to do our bidding.

His arrogance won't
allow him to suspect.

And as for the girl,
have one of your idiot

inspectors pick her up
and take him care of in

prison, like he did with
Charlie the coachman.

There is nothing I can
do to remove the girl

while she is at the
ambassador's residence.

Very well.

At my first opportunity,
I will kill her myself.

Shh. Keep
quiet.

You scared me half to death.

I'm sorry, I couldn't go
through the front door.

Why?

Because it's so late?

No, it's not the hour.

Although I'd have
some explaining to do

if the Pinkertons had seen me.

Does the lateness of your return

have anything to
do with Mr. Wylie?

No, no, shh.

Not at all, actually.

It's...

Clara, listen to me, okay?

The person who planned my
kidnapping, and yours,

who killed Emma and
murdered my mother,

is downstairs right now,
in your father's study.

Who on earth are
you talking about?

Lady Violet Somerset
arrived two hours ago

and insisted on waiting for
you, and helped herself

to our telephone.

But what could
she possibly want?

It's quite nearly morning.

The sooner I talk with her,
the faster she will leave.

If there's a
problem, my darling,

if she's causing you
distress... Nothing beyond this

inexcusable intrusion,
which will soon be over.

At last.

Your behavior grows more
reckless by the hour.

And your tone more presumptuous.

You may rank high
in London society,

but you hold no position
of legitimate power,

whereas I am the United
States ambassador

to the court of St. James
and the legal representative

of my nation in Great Britain.

I am well aware of your status.

Indeed, I consider you to be one
of my most valuable employees.

Your... employee?

You may not wear my
livery, but of no doubt

you are my servant,
and on the verge of

receiving an extraordinary
reward for your labors.

By this time tomorrow,
I will have made you

a hero to the public
and one of the richest

men in the world.

One of the richest?

May I remind you that the plan
we are about to execute is mine?

If not for me, the success
of your conspiracy

would have, at best, left
the country you wish to

dominate in financial ruin.

I admit, you finessed bribing
the authorities with genius,

and your change in what the
robbery should accomplish

was uncommonly clever,
but I chose you.

I came all the way to America
under the pretense of

helping your daughter
because I recognized that

despite conspicuous failures,
you had the will, the

means, and immunity to
accomplish what none

of the rest of us could.

So that you should
attempt to interfere

with selling this weapon
when you know how important

it is to my ultimate goal.

I find it disloyal to
say the very least.

Especially as I created a date
for your daughter's ball at

the cost of someone's life.

Which was done without
my knowledge or consent.

You promised no murders and
now there have been bodies

piling up beyond count.

So no, I will not allow
Clara's Ball or my embassy

to be used as an auction
house for weapons.

There's no more perfect
place or occasion

for this sale to take place.

Every foreign diplomat in
London may attend the ball

without attracting suspicion.

The actual exchange will be made
discreetly in your stables.

Perhaps I misled you a
little about killing people,

but I never denied
our ultimate aim.

Think, please.

This is no ordinary weapon.

You could decide the
outcome of this war

you seem so determined to start.

Do you really have so little
feeling for your own country?

Oh, don't be naive.

This war will not be won
on a field of battle.

Indeed, the victors have
already been crowned.

They rule our boardrooms,
banks, and foundries.

By the day of surrender
without knowing it,

England will have been
subsumed by industry,

and the financial system by
which I must live a beggar

in my own family
will come to an end.

You say I have no
feeling for my country.

It is my country that
has no feeling for me.

This is not the future
Dan Moriarty espouses.

Well, he's ridiculous.

And, like Holmes, will have
soon served his purpose.

The thread can
dispense with the bow.

And the wretched girl, too.

How you start your war and what
you hope it will accomplish

is up to you and your other
bloody-minded accomplices.

But that wretched girl

is under my personal protection,
which I will not withdraw.

Oh, really?

Have you forgotten all
about Clara's romance

with your former coachman?

You encouraged his advances.

And taking my daughter
hostage was both a

betrayal and an outrage.

Had you given me the
keys, when I asked, your

daughter's seduction would
have been unnecessary.

You forced my hand.

If you do so again, well,
diplomatic immunity might

keep you from an arrest.

But nothing can protect you
from a scandal like that.

Do you ever wonder, Lady
Violet, if you might be

in over your head?

Hmm. I have
outmaneuvered

even Sherlock Holmes.

You are no such challenge.

Hopefully wealth and
universal adulation

will soften your outrage.

Hide this well.

Bring it with you
to Clara's ball.

Or your daughter's
introduction to society

will be the last night
she appears in public.

That witch wants to destroy me.

She can't.

The keys she was talking
about, they have to be

used at your debut.

What do they unlock?

Here I am, worried
about my own future,

while Lady Violet
plots your murder.

It's not just my life
that's being threatened.

It's Mr. Holmes' too.

And a war?

I can't believe it.

Why would Lady Violet
want to start a war?

Amelia, where are you going?

To get the answers
to your questions.

And to make dead certain
that nothing happens to you,

Michael Wylie, or to Mr. Holmes.

Take care.

I now fear Lady Violet
more than anything.

You're not wrong.

Wish me luck.

Ms. Rojas.

Detective Swan.

Sorry to startle you.

What are you doing here?

I've come to tell you,
you're in great danger.

And I must protect
you until morning.

The effects of the opium
will wear off soon,

but they should fully recover.

When they come round,
I advise fresh water,

some warm soup and
a long, hot bath.

Thank you, Dr. Wells.

Mr. and Mrs. Halligan, I will
leave our patients in your care

whilst I follow the scent.

Not to worry, Holmes.

We'll run these
kidnappers to ground.

I'm sure you will.

But I must now turn my
attention to the robbery

of a significant amount of
gold from the Bank of England.

I do not know how you
came to be aware of it.

The transfer of the
South African gold

from the Wharves to the
Bank was accomplished

in complete secrecy.

Bullivant supervised
its transfer yesterday.

And even if thieves could
break into the bank,

I mean, how would they escape
8,000 ounces of solid gold?

An excellent
question, Bullivant.

And I must ask the Bank of
England to open their vault

in order to answer it.

If you'll excuse me, I fear
I may already be too late.

Ah, Mr. Holmes.

I hope you'll allow
us to accompany you.

If your charges
are true, we must

immediately join in the pursuit.

For which I presume the
reporter and the photographer

standing behind you
are indispensable?

If circumstances allow, we must
immediately alert the public.

The "Daily Chronicle"
was convinced

to hold off on the
mid-morning edition,

should our news require
the front page.

I would have spared the yard
such a salacious expose,

but as you will.

Dear me, Mr. Holmes, your alarms
have us terrified and perplexed.

This shipment of
South African gold

is essential to the
bank's capital reserves.

Without it, markets would
collapse across the empire.

I must hope you are
wrong, Mr. Holmes.

I assure you, Governor
Kavanagh, nothing

will give me more pleasure.

Oh, thank heavens.

Mr. Holmes, sir, would you mind
posing in front of the gold?

What gold?

Why, this gold,
from South Africa,

securely transferred
from ship to vault

under my direct supervision.

May I, Inspector?

Careful, Holmes.

It's quite heavy.

Note the fine powder appearing
on the bar's exterior,

indicating soluble salts
moving to the surface,

the effects of moisture possibly
related to the recent rains.

I trust the powder will have
no effect on the value.

No, not at all.

The gold will be worth
exactly what it was

when it was loaded
into your vault.

You see, gentlemen,
these bars...

covering bits of lead...

painted a persuasive
color and bearing

the proper imprint...

are one hundred percent

Counterfeit.

But how?

I saw the gold being broken
open out of the crate

and tested and
unloaded off the ship

into a convoy of carriages.

That much is certainly true.

And I drove alongside
these carriages

all the way from the
wharf to the bank.

I believe you.

And I observed the gold
being carried into the bank.

Now that is impossible.

The vault was neither opened nor
breached, yet this is not gold.

Ergo, the gold was never here.

Now, it was brought from the
ships and walked past you

by a group of coachmen, all of
whom were part of a conspiracy

to rob the bank.

They arrived at the wharf
in vehicles already filled

with counterfeit bars
of painted plaster,

and the real gold was placed in
the carriage's false bottoms.

Now, you escorted the gold
and these thieving coachmen

across London and upon
arrival at the bank,

the counterfeit bars were
loaded into the vault.

And the real gold
was driven away

and where it has gone
will take some thought.

But that is hardly the
most important question.

The whereabouts of the
gold is not the most

important question.

No, it is not.

The most pertinent question

is how was I able to envision
this crime so quickly?

And with such
astonishing accuracy,

I am used to making
inferences far beyond the

scope of untrained minds,
but criminals seldom provide

me with such flagrant clues,
such as this plaster dust,

flecked with gold paint,
left behind in at least

two of the carriages
used in the robbery.

How did you come across
these carriages?

Well, they were engaged
again hours later

in the relocation of
Watson and Mrs. Hudson.

Their coats were
caked in gold dust,

and we rescued them
just in time to be told

their captors were robbing
the Bank of England.

Well, what an
amazing coincidence.

Here's another.

I was able to have a
similar carriage dismantled

right after it had been used
in the attempted abduction

of my former maid, so I knew
about the false buttons.

And I assume Scotland Yard
contracted these vehicles

from the Green and Crest Asylum
for the criminally insane.

It was an attempt to
transport the gold to the vault

using unremarkable conveyances.

No, no, no, no.

This cannot be true!

Whoa!

Shouldn't I be taking
you to Baker Street?

No, I need to find where
Michael Wylie works.

Miss Rojas!

Wait, wait.

Um, ladies cannot
enter the exchange.

I will go in, find
this Michael Wylie,

and bring him out to you.

Yeah, but you don't know
what he looks like.

You there!

Move this carriage
away from the...

Scotland Yard!

Your badge could get me inside.

Police business!

Scotland Yard, out
of the way, please!

Police business, Scotland
Yard, police business!

Scotland Yard!

Officer! Amelia, what
are you doing here?

Excuse me, officer, but
I respectfully ask you

release Miss Rojas immediately.

Well, I can assure
you, Mr. Wylie,

that my holding of
Miss Rojas' wrist

was necessary to keep her on
the floor of this exchange,

where she insisted
upon hunting for you.

It's OK.

I overheard Lady Violet tell
the ambassador that she wants

to get rid of you and me.

What does Lady Violet have
against us, did she say?

Maybe it has something to do
with your support of home rule.

How would she know about that?

Don't ask me, but...

she also wants to start a war.

What? How?

That's not possible.

The stock market's crashing.

Stay away from Lady Violet.

Let Sherlock Holmes
deal with her.

I've got to get back to work.

What is going on?

Well, an epic crime.

The Bank of England
has been robbed.

And will probably fail.

We must go now.

I'll take you back to Baker
Street on the way to the yard.

No. If this is really
an epic crime,

there's only one place
Sherlock Holmes would be.

This conversation you overheard
between Lady Violet and the

Ambassador is most revealing.

Now I know for certain why
the jewels are so important

and where they've gone.

Where? to Chief
Inspector Whitlock,

for whom they were always
intended as a bribe.

He took over the search
for them himself.

And before Lord Withersea,
he shot himself.

He must have told Whitlock where
the gems were to be found.

But what part does
the ambassador play

in the bank robbery?

And how does he
become a public hero?

I don't know, but I
can tell you who does.

Chief Inspector Whitlock.

He told you himself.

Every day, the Home
Office sends me a list

of potential revolutionaries,
misfits, and former felons.

He must have hired some of them
as drivers to steal the gold.

Whitlock brought a reporter and
a photographer with him today

inside the vault.

Well, maybe he didn't think
you'd figure out what happened.

Maybe he wanted to prove he's
smarter than Sherlock Holmes.

That's a mistake many have
made to their regret.

But consider this.

The red thread gave me the means
to lay bare the robbery, so...

So? -So should I not also
know where the gold has gone?

Why would they want
you to find the gold?

Why would they want me to know
about the robbery at all?

Okay, this is...

it's... It's
what you call a

theory of the crime.

So how do we prove it?

By locating the gold
without looking for it.

Make Whitlock tell us.

He's not only involved
with the robbery,

but he's also working
for Lady Violet.

Swan has a recording of a
telephone conversation.

Kill him.

So? Except
I promised

the Prime Minister
nothing from the wiretap

would be used in evidence.

Well, Whitlock
doesn't know that.

Yes.

Yes, very good idea.

And I will follow up on
Whitlock's ignorance

to the proper time,
not just yet.

If I am right, we should
be able to deduce

the gold's whereabouts based
on the clues we already have.

Remember, I overheard Lord
Withersea in the stables

say that the coffins were
about to become more valuable.

They're worth less
than they will be,

a week or two hence.

But Withersea's needs
were more immediate.

And besides, who ever
heard that conversation

without his knowledge?

If my theory is correct,
all clues left by the red

thread must be deliberate.

The telephone calls between
Whitlock and the coffin factory.

No, Whitlock called everyone.

No, it needs to be
something more specific.

Oh. What
about this?

A coffin screw from the
ambassador's carriage.

Why do you carry this with you?

I guess as a keepsake.

From the first day we
started working together.

Amelia, if I had known back
then when we first met,

if I understood...

If I had made a
better breakfast.

Oh, that wretched breakfast.

I shall never forget it.

Well, to be fair,
you didn't taste it.

I chose life.

Was the sensible solution.

But you're quite right.

This screw is so specific
to Withersea's factory.

Yes. Yes, yes.

That's why Wheems and
Maggot were executed.

To cover their escape, they
set fire to the very place

the gold was to be hidden.

The thread must
have been furious.

You certainly were.

Do you think they
left the screw there

for you to find on purpose?

Yes, someone brilliantly
anticipated my actions,

but they could never
have foreseen yours.

So, let us prove the theory
by finding the gold.

What if the coachmen are all
still there at the factory?

I mean, there are a lot of them.

Do we need the police?

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

We can't afford to have Whitlock
warning them by telephone.

Wait. I have the
perfect solution.

Yes.

Swan, I have an idea where we
might find the stolen gold,

and there's not a
second to lose.

Yeah, but, sir, I should
really report this.

Well, I could be wrong.

It has happened.

And perhaps we should make sure
the gold is where we think it is

before informing your
superiors and having this case

snatched from your hands.

Yes, sir.

Where to?

Withersea coffin
Factory, on the double.

What?

This place is more heavily
guarded than I'd hoped.

An observation I was on the
verge of making myself.

I bet they chase someone
into the coffin factory.

I hope I'm chasing someone.

You don't mean you.

I'll get the guards
to follow me inside.

I can cut off their
exit from the roof.

Trust me, Mr. Holmes.

This will work.

Don't follow me until
they're all inside.

Hey, it's Robert, the
murderer's in here!

Easy. Good day, gentlemen.

We ask that you
remain here quietly

until suitable
arrangements can be made.

What do you think
you're playing at?

You're a copper.

I'm not, but allow
me to introduce.

Detective Swan of Scotland Yard.

And I'm arresting you all
in the name of the Queen.

Not to worry, Mr. Holmes.

I've locked the
doors from up here.

The only place these blokes
are going is prison.

Thank you, Clarence.

You've done more than I
could have ever asked.

Games up, gentlemen.

Now up against the wall.

Come on.

Well, this is all well and
good, but do they have

my stolen jewels?

No, no.

Bertie, for now we shall
have to satisfy ourselves

with all this gold, but
the gems will be back

in your hands soon enough.

I know where they are.

Now, Shaw, if you and the
rest of the irregulars

could please find
Inspector Bullivant

and tell him the
happy news, that we

need some reinforcements.

Did we just save England
again, Mr. Holmes?

We did, indeed.

Never saved England before.

How does it feel?

Well, not bad, considering.

Much worse for dear
Mrs. Hudson than I.

How is she faring?

She's coming along.

Helps being tended
by her twin sister.

I have a small gift for you.

Your buttons, I believe.

I'm glad to see that I did not
destroy my waistcoat in vain.

At least you knew we were alive.

Come, I'm anxious to
hear the whole story.

Crime of the century.

Oh, hardly that.

Nonsense. You
recovered the gold,

caught an entire factory
filled with thieves,

rescued us.

About which I am most happy.

Never think otherwise.

But before Lord Withersea
killed himself,

he implied a crime
beyond my imagination,

and that has not happened.

There are so many orphaned
pieces to this puzzle.

Why steal plans for a
weapon in California?

Why demand keys of the
American ambassador?

No, the robbery and
the kidnappings

are not the whole story.

There's something worse.

What awful crime binds
these disparate members

of the Red Thread together?

The Red Thread

will make a terrific title.

Damn it, I tire so easily.

The after effects of too
much opium, dear boy,

will soon wear off.

Who on earth is that?

Oh, ah, yes, well, allow me
to present Miss Amelia Rojas.

She is my...

my... my... never mind.

I don't have the time.

Enough of these questions.

The doctor is here to
measure your progress.

A little peace and
quiet will do you good.

Amelia?

He's better.

You'll have your old
stalking partner back soon.

Not soon enough.

Clara's ball is two days
hence, and by then all our

riddles must be answered.

I've solved a lot
of them already.

Oh, which ones?

Why you weren't murdered,
why we were meant

to find the gold, and how
the American ambassador

will become a national hero.

Well, your deductive powers have
shown sensational progress.

How did you manage all that?

The evening paper.

You were mentioned,
too, as the greatest

detective in the world.

Amelia, that is not news.

That is not news.

Fortunately, I am
immune to flattery,

though we should
always be grateful

whenever the press
elect to be precise.

Oh, for goodness sake.

After hearing of the robbery,
the American ambassador

hurriedly put together a
consortium of investors.

The purchase of the
bank's plummeting shares

stopped the panic and
brought stability

to the chaotic markets.

In his speech to reporters
later, he explained.

When I heard the Bank
of England's governor

had engaged the brilliant
Sherlock Holmes,

I knew the gold would be found.

My broker, Sir Nigel Parks,
helped me to find others

who would intervene,
and together, we

were able to halt the
Bank of England's

slide toward bankruptcy
by the purchase of a

majority of its shares.

But nothing we did
would have mattered

without the greatest
detective on Earth

exercising his
miraculous abilities.

The real victory belongs
to Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, by bringing the press
with him into the vault,

Whitlock made sure the world
would know about the robbery

and launched a financial panic,
allowing the thread to buy the

bank for pennies on the pound.

Just this afternoon,

Ambassador Anderson
made 10 million

off an investment
of 50,000 pounds.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

In the meantime, the Coachmen
are carted off to jail

without knowing how or
why they were betrayed.

Guess we didn't solve the
crime of the century.

We helped make it possible.

Therefore, the greatest
crime is yet to come.

This broker, Sir Nigel Parks, is
he not Dan Moriarty's employer?

Did Dan also invest
in this scheme?

Where would he get the money?

By muscling in on his
father's organization,

about which he may have
known more than he let on.

Yes.

Let me see.

I had both my profession
as a mathematician

and my greater
enterprise to maintain.

Greater enterprise?

By which you mean the
exploitation of human weakness

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

run by men for whom loyalty is
a vice best remedied by greed.

And at Lady Violet's party
was the young Moriarty,

who lured me outside.

What do you mean Amelia
was denied entry?

That's unacceptable.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

I just spoke to her.

Wait, Mr. Holmes.

And if I hadn't
been lured outside,

I would never have seen the
carriage, nor known how the

gold went missing on its journey
from the ship to the bank were

it not for that wretched boy.

And of course, that's why
the other coach was waiting,

for your sham abductors.

Kidnappers don't need
getaway vehicles, they

take their crime with them.

All of this makes perfect sense
if we change but one conclusion.

What's that?

I'm surprised to find
someone of your intellect

mistaken current circumstances
for future prospects.

Dan Moriarty did not kill
the coachman to save you.

Perhaps time will
reveal just how much

you underestimate
of my abilities.

You did it to save me.

Michael Wylie, here to visit
with Professor James Moriarty.

Father.

Dear boy.

Dear boy.

Go.

I will call you if I need you.

I apologize for my
previous behavior.

It was necessary to deceive
that pompous fool, Holmes.

I'm so relieved, dear boy.

But do not be dismissive
of my most persistent

adversary, Pompous.

Oh, yes, but Holmes is no fool.

Not only did he rescue his
friends, he foiled a perfect

robbery of the Bank of England.

I assure you, Father, in no
way did Holmes foil anything.

Almost as every move in solving
these crimes was designed by me.

What? But surely you did not...

I robbed the Bank of
England, and it went

even better than hoped.

But Holmes recovered the
gold and the perpetrators

have been arrested.

Only because these actions
were vital to my success.

You see, by purchasing stock
in the bank when it seemed

almost certain to fail,
I gained a great fortune

when Holmes saved the day.

I wonder where a broker's clerk
found enough pounds to invest

during an unexpected
market panic.

From you, of course.

From me?

More specifically, those
elements of the Moriarty

criminal syndicate I
acquired through your

less loyal henchmen.

Accomplished by approving
a more equal split

in profits and, uh...

Long denied promotions.

But you never took
my businesses.

That was the red thread.

Do you still not understand?

I am the red thread.

Or the most important
part of it.

And tonight we achieve
a far greater ambition

than stupendous wealth.

There is no greater
ambition than wealth.

It is a locus around which
our entire empire revolves.

Before the sun rises
tomorrow, I will bring that

empire to its knees.

And I'll be well on my way to
setting its colonies free,

now and forever.

We have the financial means.

We have the weapon.

Now all we need is the
inciting incident.

You said yourself you could
leave whenever you wanted.

A ship awaits you even
now, as does a villa in

Ravenna where you can...

Hold a moment!

There is much here to consider.

First, what do you mean, bring
the Empire to its knees?

Surely you intend no
harm to Her Majesty.

Well, kill the Queen with so
many princes to take her place.

No.

I will settle for nothing
less than freeing the Crown's

colonies from British rule.

In order to achieve
that, I require war.

Against England?

Against all nations that
would subjugate free people.

I'm pressed for time.

We can explain
this... -Stand up!

Yeah.

You're planning to
sacrifice yourself

for some transient
political cause.

It's hardly transient.

Do not worry, I am no martyr.

Oh, but you are.

To steal from me and
boast of it to my face

and then in recompense
for your impudence,

offer me a life as a fugitive.

Or were you planning to use
my escape as a distraction

to mislead the authorities
into thinking that I

was the author of your
inciting incident?

Very good, Father.

Very good.

Yes, yes, that had
been what I'd hoped.

To achieve the evening's work
and have all eyes trained

on the disappearance
of Professor Moriarty,

the world's most famous
criminal maniac.

And as the search
became more frantic,

would I ever arrive
at this villa

Or would my body be a better
answer for your treason?

Dankworth!

Here's your professorship, sir.

Show this young, unnatural
man out and see that

he never returns.

Admit it, Father.

You're a little proud
of me, aren't you?

Moriarty's do not
overthrow empires.

We corrupt them
to our advantage.

And I can feel little
pride in a criminal

who, when given the chance,
fails to kill Sherlock Holmes.

You mean like you.