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You'll be moving to the
ambassador's household

as chaperone to his daughter.

Clara is our best
connection to the thread,

but she was released
in exchange for keys.

But keys to what?

And your position in the
ambassador's household

increases our reach.

Took me 14 months to escape

and change my name to Michael wiley.

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

Professor James moriarty
was not teaching mathematics

but is the master of
a vast criminal empire

and sentenced to prison.

Where he insists you visit him.

Men believe they control the world,

but we will control them.

One step forward.

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

Dad and lady Violet seems so indifferent.

Be careful little girl.

Like the lion in the jungle,

we did not turn the world into an empire

without very sharp claws.

Help!

What else do you think you are?

Issuing orders on my property.

I forbid you to keep important
members of London society

from taking their own carriages.

I apologize, lady Violet.

But a man has been shot,

and there was an attempted kidnapping.

How ridiculous.

Why would anyone
abduct a foreign chaperone?

How much inconvenience
must we endure

over some quarrel between 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 of these carriages go.

Mr. Holmes consider, no
one attending the ball could.

No, no, no, no, no.

Forget the guests.

A coachman, now deceased,

kidnapped the American
ambassador's daughter.

A coachman now deceased
was part of the murder suicide

at lord withersea's Richmond estate

and a coachman now
deceased was just shot to death

in the middle of committing
another heinous crime.

Surely you would not
suggest a conspiracy.

I suggest nothing.

I point out the obvious.

Two dead coachmen
could be a coincidence.

Three is a pattern.

Do not let any of these drivers depart

without questioning them closely.

Dammit, Holmes, who would bother

kidnapping an ordinary maid?

She's not just an ordinary maid.

She's.

She is the chaperone to the daughter

of the American ambassador.

Who've suffered a
theft of 50,000 pounds

worth of jewelry stolen by 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 do with the killer.

I don't know how to thank you.

Mr. Holmes must be given the credit.

He stopped the coach with his own body.

Very daring.

Are you all right?

I think so.

It's just, I've fired my
weapon many times,

but I've never killed anyone before.

I understand better than you think.

Well, I would like to thank you.

I'm not sure how that's done in London.

I hardly dare ask, but are
you 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
in the details of this shooting.

Might I suggest the young
man be held in new gate prison

until you can question him properly?

Excellent idea.

All right men, see that he
gets there in good order.

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

You'll be free by tomorrow afternoon.

In the meantime, you
could always visit your father.

Another button from Watson's waistcoat

found on the floor of the carriage

used in your attempted abduction.

But whose carriage was it?

No one claims it, nor
recognizes the driver,

nor even noticed the
other fellow who escaped.

So the police have
agreed to take the vehicle

to an associate of mine

who specializes in such problems.

How are you holding up?

Me?

I'm furious.

Lady Violet just tried
to have me kidnapped.

Yes, she was certainly involved.

Her Butler would never
have denied you entry

without her orders

and this bench on which
your was seated outside.

Though situated on
gravel, it has mud and Ivy,

hedera helix, if I'm not
very much mistaken,

clinging to its frame, proving
it was very recently moved

from the garden probably
to its present position

near the front door just
so you could sit on it.

Right, I'd like to go find lady Violet

and punch her in her stupid face.

Right in that case, we should leave.

Scotland yard will be
here for the next few hours

and I have contrived to have bertie,

that is Mr. Birtwistle, add
our inquiries to his own

so that my hand in these
affairs remains invisible.

Now he will report what
he learns of the coachman

to you tomorrow at the
ambassador's house.

He already has a midday appointment.

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

I have one more to add to the list.

Poor Emma,

who will no longer be
requiring her debutante ball.

Is it possible lady Violet
arranged this young girl's death

just to open up a date for
Clara Anderson's debut?

Yeah, that's what happened.

Clara's ball will take
the place of Emma's.

Let's forget about lady
Violet for the moment.

Do you recall any
distinguishing feature of this driver

who tried to kidnap you?

He had an accent that I didn't recognize.

Could you give it a try?

Help.

Help me, in the, for the love of god.

Much haste, chaste, much haste,

- much haste.
- South Africa?

I said it was rather good.

Thanks.

So not only do we have
three dead coachmen,

they all hailed from
three different countries.

What about this other
fellow who tried to kidnap you

and jumped off the
carriage and ran away?

He took me completely by surprise.

I didn't see him or hear him.

Can we go back to lady Violet please?

This Jade handled
knife left in mama's body.

It came from the set
of weapons on display

in lady Violet's parlor.

She's responsible for Emma's death.

She tried to have me kidnapped.

And there's more.

It pertains to motive in an
important aspect of this case.

Of the many mechanical designs

stolen after your mother's murder,

I'm convinced one was 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 that her
name meant nothing.

When we first spoke,
you referred 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 woman
I had been asked to escort.

Lady Violet?

The daughter of the Duke of somerset,

for whom I'd done a small favor.

Yes, buffalo bill's wild west show,

really was the theatrical
event of the century.

And after this command performance,

there was a garden party.

It's where the presentations
of sharp shooting,

Roman riding, hog tying,

all of which I found
completely exhausting.

And so I escaped, and
I wandered into a tent,

displaying the most
amazing part of the show.

I guess for me, nothing exceeded

the genius of the scenery,

all designed by the most
unlikely person on earth.

Mama.

As you say.

These are not mere theatrical backdrops.

These are feats of modern engineering.

Is there any chance I
could meet their creator?

That would be me.

Are these are your designs?

Well, they're remarkable.

Where did you learn these
construction techniques?

My grandfather was a military engineer.

Lacking any male descendants,

he imparted his skills to me.

The blending of machinery
and art is my own innovation,

Mr. Holmes, made necessary
by our show's epic scale.

Now you have me at a disadvantage.

You know my name?

Who in London would not?

Well very true,

but, you know, your name
should be equally celebrated.

I'm little dove of the apache tribe,

though I now reside in
a state called California.

In addition to the show,

will you be treating us
through a travelogue?

There you are, lady Violet.

I was just admiring the handiwork

of our scenic designer, little dove.

What an ordeal it must be

to imagine backdrops
commemorating the defeats

of america's native tribes.

You must have arrived
after the reenactment

of little bighorn.

But I thank you for
acknowledging the attempts

at annihilating my people.

And so well spoken too, isn't she?

Why you are a marvel
of the savage west.

I can't wait to tell my
friends all about you.

Don't linger here.

The festivities are winding down

and her majesty will need us
in our seats before sundown.

I will join you at the table in a moment.

Thank you.

As you wish.

I must apologize for the
dullness of court customs.

May I?

Of course.

Ingenious, really.

Do you have any more of these?

I do.

This invention I call the
mechanical earth mover

to clear land for cultivation

or powering the earth
mover using liquid gas.

Liquid gas.

That's a contradiction in terms, surely.

I never thought of it like that.

What's this one?

A Cannon mounted
atop an armored vehicle,

entirely covered in metal
and driven from within,

capable of moving
through difficult terrain,

while remaining on the offensive

and also able to withstand
direct hits from any rifle.

England's current secretary of war

just happens to be
the father of lady Violet,

that rather patronizing young lady

to whom I introduced to you

at the command
performance of the show.

Her majesty's government
would want to control

a weapon such as this.

So lady Violet knew this weapon existed

and my mother designed it?

Wait.

No, don't say another word

until you've explained why
you denied knowing my mother.

What proofs did you offer?

A portrait you might
have drawn of a passerby,

a letter on the back of a photograph?

You referred to her as Lucia rojas.

And I had only ever
known her as little dove.

You see, Amelia, over the
years I have been mobbed

by pretenders posing as
my children, my siblings,

and other distant relatives,

some of whom presented
far more compelling evidence

than I have thus far seen from you.

To be brutally frank, you cannot
even verify beyond question

that you are indeed the real Amelia rojas

and not just some clever imposter.

So then why bother with me at all?

Because I was able to corroborate

the story of Lucia's murder.

And having come to know you,

I would rather err on the side
of good faith than suspicion.

But as to who I am?

I am in want of facts, Amelia.

I do not draw conclusions
based on my feelings or my hopes.

Right.

You never guess.

So you shared this story with me

because these weapon designs

give lady Violet a motive
from murdering my mother.

Exactly.

In two decades, this weapon has gone

from theoretical to
possibly indispensable.

It could determine the outcome
of a battle or even a war,

which of course, makes
it enormously valuable.

But what do these designs have to do

with the ambassador's missing jewels

and to Emma's death or
to your kidnapped friends?

It's not I with the red thread

that binds these crimes together,

and now we know how
the thread communicates.

But how do we get them to talk to us?

I may have a partial solution to that,

but first, you must return to
the ambassador's residence

to meet bertie birtwistle,
and I must pay another visit

to professor moriarty to
see how he's getting on

with his son and return to a
very special carriage shop.

And before tomorrow is
done, I too must be kidnapped.

I'm sure her hair could benefit

from some serious professional attention

and of course she'll require a gown.

If she can't wear white,

someone might mistake her for a lady.

That's very unlikely.

Clara will have a dress
that can be refitted for her.

Well, if you want Amelia
at your own daughter's ball,

it will be remarkable for the guests

to witness in person this quaint custom

of Americans sticking together,

despite vast social differences.

Maybe it's a preview of the future,

where notions of class
are based on character

and good breeding only
refers to horses and dogs.

Then you would no longer
need cross the ocean

in search of noble husbands.

Yet, while aristocracy still matters,

I've arranged a special
guest for Clara's debut.

And who might that be?

Lord Robert Arthur
Tolbert gas go in sessle,

third Marquis of Salisbury

and the current prime minister
of her majesty's government.

How wonderful!

Lord Salisbury's the most
famous man in the world.

Now everyone will come to my ball.

You are as ever fixated
on the wrong things.

A practice which caused
me years of suffering

directly attributable to your neglect.

You disobeyed me!

Whilst I was away on business,

you went truant from your
school, ignoring the young woman

who I had hired to care for you.

That woman was a drunk!

Intoxicated from morning till night,

incapable of looking after herself,

much less a child of nine.

Men must work.

I had both my profession
as a mathematician

and my greater enterprise to maintain

greater enterprise?

Well, 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?

Profit, not morality, is
a pursuit of business.

Well, what a heartwarming chat.

I'm sure inspector
bullivant will be calling

and we need to get Dan
back into his own cell.

Silence!

I have waited 15 years to
lay eyes on my son again.

And in the lengthy period of my absence,

he seems to have fallen
victim to the perils of idealism.

Idealism or hope for a better world?

The same hope that sees me
saving a small sum of my salary

every month to appeal your sentence.

What?

I beg your pardon, an appeal?

Are you as foolish as you are naive?

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

An appeal would bring
a heightened scrutiny

to your father's various intrigues.

This is so, father.

You've not already made
enough money to live comfortably

for the rest of your life.

It's not about the money.

Well, it's a bit about the money.

There's quite a lot about the money.

Do you seriously suppose

that I could be held here against my will?

I endure prison for another
year and two months,

after which I received my parole license

and go free with no further
obstacle to my endeavors.

And yet again, you
choose a life of crime.

A life of crime over your family.

That is unfair!

I spent a fortune searching
for 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 return here for visits.

I will not return,

except to escort you
from this wretched place.

And since you would rather stay,

I ask again to be excused.

I cannot believe you are my son.

Feel free to continue to ignore me.

I'll return the favor.

Is it possible he failed to
inherit any of my abilities?

Perhaps he prefers to employ his talents

to improve the world.

Improve?

We are the greatest empire in history.

Whatever alters the status
quo will always be worse

than what came before.

Therefore, it's imperative that we change

as little as possible.

Another good reason
to fight the red thread,

which would upend
the world as we know it.

By kidnapping your former maid?

What nonsense, why
would they not just kill you?

How goes your own
struggle with the thread?

They have slowed their
advance into my territory.

Perhaps one day, they could go back

to hiding from me instead of them.

It will be a relief to resume
our former animosity.

Until then, I must ask
you for another favor.

My favors do not come free.

Whatever your former maid knows,

Dan killed an agent of
the thread to save her.

I demand he be
protected from retaliation.

I'll do what I can.

Perhaps you should not take.

Dan's harsh words so much to heart.

Your consolation is worse
even in our temporary alliance.

Instead of your loathsome pity,

ask your favor, whatever it may be.

Thank you very much for helping me out.

Do you want the chicken
or a block of cheese?

They're both a day from going off.

Um, I'll have whatever you don't want.

Ooh, cheese it is then.

Aye, don't worry about that fireplace.

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

But we hate chimney sweeps?

Are you comin' or what?

See, the cheese is good.

No mold in it at all.

We'll take our main
meal tonight for a change.

I'm going out this evening.

What a life you lead.

Balls and kidnappings and now dinners?

Where is it, this dinner?

And who's paying the freight?

One moment.

That terrible insurance
investigator's back.

I don't want him bothering Clara.

What an ornery little man he is.

How quickly you rise.

Only in England could
trading one servant's job

for another be considered a promotion.

Nonsense.

You're better settled
than my own children.

And despite appearances,

we both know you still work for hirons.

Did you find anything out
from the coachman after we left?

I did.

There were two sullen
drivers from New Zealand.

One working for no less a personage

than the Duke of Leicester,

owner of the world's largest shipyard.

Though his company's
fallen on hard times.

The other driver was
employed by Saint Nigel parks,

a broker who suffered
staggering losses during the panic.

So men like lord withersea
titled without cash,

both of whom might
have been interested

in sharing the proceeds
from Ms. Anderson's jewels.

One would have to sell
the gems to split the money.

A fence would pay
about 30% of their value.

So very little to be
shared among so many.

The insurance company has
to pay the ambassador in full.

Unless I find the jewels
by tomorrow afternoon,

the ambassador collects
50,000 pounds of fortune,

equal to his losses in
the 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 the
girl were any more protective

of your daughter, she'd
be one of your pinkertons.

Delay is a familiar tactic
of insurance companies

or so I hear.

This way, sir, if you please.

It's not unreasonable,
ambassador Anderson,

especially considering
the vast sum involved,

that I be allowed to interview
everyone at least twice.

Nevertheless, I demand all inquiries

for my family come through me.

And now, I believe if
you cannot find the jewels,

it is time to arrange restitution.

Or shall I call my American lawyers?

No, such a mess.

I'm sorry, I came in to see if the room

needed straightening and.

These buttons go up
the 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 was
used to kidnap your maid,

this is a, it's new construction,

not built to last the ages.

I guess it wouldn't
stick out on the streets,

but I've not seen their like before.

Even if this carriage
displays inferior workmanship,

the lamps and the outside door handles

are perfectly shaped and exactly alike.

Now would that not
indicate the use of a mold?

And would one create molds

for a single carriage or even two?

Bless me, sir, but you are right.

Still, who would want a
fleet of carriages like this

with no carriages on the inside.

I believe we'll find its legitimate purpose

was as an ambulance for the patients

of the green and crest
asylum for the criminally insane.

But these carriages could
serve 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
for me to see this, did they?

They?

Who were they?

A criminal consortium
of 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 sure
around with directions.

And Clarence?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

Be on your guard,

especially around any
coachmen you might see.

Before we have dinner,

I thought you might be interested

in a project I've been working on.

But first let's talk about yesterday.

Did anyone discover why
the driver tried to kidnap you?

No idea.

And there was another
man involved who got away,

which is curious.

Honestly, I think men
are only interested in me

because I work for Mr. Holmes.

That may be how we first met,

but I think we've moved past that.

Have we not?

Well, saving someone's
life changes things a bit.

This is a club I joined recently,

made up of men and
women working to obtain

the vote for all adult
citizens of the British empire,

including ladies who have
never had a voice in government.

Careful Mr. Wiley.

You don't understand as if you're holding

a guillotine to pick a dilly.

Besides one cannot
decapitate the entire upper class

and the gentry accomplices.

That has been tried.

Pay no attention to heir burn.

Our club offers a peaceful alternative

to violence and revolution.

I only want the right to vote.

Once we have universal suffrage,

I know righteousness will prevail.

How good to see you all again.

We begin this evening by announcing,

our petition for universal suffrage

has reached the prime minister

with nearly 50,000 signatures.

To celebrate, I shall
read our petition out loud.

Given the major improvements
to Birmingham's welfare.

We humbly request the expansion

of home rule to encompass every city,

county, and colony of
her majesty's empire.

Tell me, Jeremy,

what do you make of
this petition's request?

Me, prime minister?

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

But what about extending home rule?

Sir, that, that could
never pass parliament.

Congratulations,
Jeremy, on twice refusing

to answer the question.

That shows great promise.

Thank you prime minister.

Let us see who signed
this damnable appeal.

I suspect it's the usual
fabians and rabble rousers?

Lord Salisbury.

Sir, excuse me, but were you expecting

a large rug to be
brought here this evening?

I had a request from
a boy this afternoon,

suggesting just such delivery.

This way.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Welcome and meet my private
secretary, Mr. Jeremy Stevens.

Otherwise, we're quite
alone as requested.

Thank you prime minister.

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

Just, just a moment.

You'll inform the professor
of my profound irritation

and the roughness with
which his favor was executed.

Now get out!

Just be glad I have
no time to pursue you.

Go on!

Thank you, prime minister.

I thank you for making time
in your very busy schedule,

and I do apologize for
the rather theatrical nature

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

You have been so useful to her majesty

and her various governments

that I daren't refuse your appeal.

Just a little bit on your left there.

Thank you.

There you are.

Thank you, thank you.

Now, without wishing to alarm
you, I have a serious problem

that only you can solve.

What do you require?

Only that you be helpful and frank.

Only helpful and frank?

These are no small
requests for a career politician.

Yes, yes, I understand.

And I do hesitate to ask.

It's just I'm in the
midst of solving a crime

of enormous magnitude,
not to mention the dismantling

of a secret cabal,
representing the worldwide

industrialization of crime.

Our prime minister is
completely untrustworthy.

But once women get the
vote, all that will change.

That is the hope, Mrs. Morton.

So what did you think?

I don't know much about politics.

But surely you see the
fairness of home rule.

Do you think that the
United States would give

the apache tribe home rule?

When you demand
home rule for Australia,

is it for the natives or
is it for the colonizers?

I see your point.

The injustice goes deeper
than we can address all at once.

But I believe a fairer world
would make fairer choices.

And I am committed to a better world.

And lately, my idea of a
better 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 than
listening to petitions being read.

Is it?

There's no use creating taboos.

Criminals will not abide by them,

and they hinder our pursuit.

And I infer from the
size of the conspiracy,

the crime I'm trying to solve

is one of international significance.

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 state
approved eavesdropping

must be handled by
an officer of the court.

The conversation can
never be used in evidence.

That's fair.

I believe you have
deduced my predicament.

Right at the moment, I
am more in the business

of identifying criminals,

rather than bringing them to justice.

Jeremy, prepare to write a warrant for,

what do you call it?

A wiretap, my lord.

Wiretap is how they secretly
refer to it in New York.

Wiretap.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

How technical terms drain all the outrage

out of questionable activities.

Yes, well, begin the
document as for usual, Jeremy,

and Mr. Holmes here
will help you word the rest.

If you could tell me the name

and position of the person

whose telephone you intend to monitor.

Yes indeed, I have it here, yeah.

Dear god.

Steady on, Jeremy.

This request is from Sherlock Holmes.

So do you think you
could summarize everything

we have left to do in
order to solve the case

of the red thread in its entirety?

As I see it, we have to figure
out how these coachmen

from different countries
all became accomplices

to their bosses.

Determine what keys
ambassador Anderson

was forced to give up
in exchange for Clara.

Solve the mystery of why Liam
and maggot were murdered.

Name the person at Scotland yard

using chief inspector
whitlock's telephone.

Find the missing jewels,
locate the hostages.

Figure out what a
fleet of new ambulances

for the criminally insane

are supposed to be
carrying in their false bottoms.

And connect all of that
to my mother's murder

and bring lady Violet to justice.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

You left three questions unasked.

Number one, why the
attempted abduction

of the Italian ambassador's son?

Done after the murder of your maid

to see if you would back off
after finding her red thread.

Excellent, superb.

My deduction precisely attests

to make sure I will not break
from their distractions again.

Number two, during
your attempted abduction,

a man jumped from the carriage

and raced away to a waiting coach,

while the driver who kidnapped
you 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, a little more serious.

Before lord withersea killed himself,

he went so far as to suggest

that the red thread were planning a crime

beyond my imagination.

And I feel he may have been right.

Sorry, hydrogen sulfide.

This is a necessary evil, I'm afraid.

Yeah, if you say so.

Maybe if we just answer
one or two of these questions,

then the thread would unravel.

Yes, but don't forget the thread

would've killed me long ago

were I not somehow
vital to their success,

so how am I supposed to help them?

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

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

We will soldier on.

And once we have rescued
Watson and Mrs. Hudson,

then the true power of my genius

can be put back to its proper use

and then let the thread beware.

Now what do you think of my work

with the telephone calls

made during our rescue
of Clara Anderson?

That's very good.

Thank you.

A few minutes after I
reported Charlie the coachman,

someone at chief
inspector whitlock's office

called the coffin factory.

Then 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.

Well now that you have all
these names and addresses,

it seems perfectly reasonable to assume

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

I guess you can't ask Scotland
yard for a search warrant

because someone there is involved.

Exactly.

Well, you've arranged
the telephone numbers

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

Why not shake it?

See what falls out.

Superb suggestion.

Yes, an excellent description of my plan.

Shake the tree.

At first we must move beyond

how the thread
communicate with each other

and get them to talk to us.

I've found a place in
ambassador Anderson's house

where I can hear every
word he says in his study.

Amelia.

I'm so proud of you.

Listening to criminals
without their knowledge

can be key to solving a mystery.

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

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.

So it'll be red, the Earl of Dorchester

where Clarence waits.

Green, the dowager
duchess of lincolnshire,

where the big street
irregulars are on watch.

Orange, the broker sir Nigel parks,

where the halgans
have parked my carriage.

Yellow, the Duke of Leicester,

where bertie guards the driver.

And Violet, well, lady Violet,

who I will place in your capable hands,

and whilst you go about unnerving her,

I will journey to Scotland yard,

and bait the red thread into
helping us rescue my friends.

Swann, trust I'm not too early.

No, sir, you are just in time

to witness the end of my career.

Nonsense, you're not old
enough to have a career.

Did you see the name on the warrant

signed by lord Salisbury himself?

Yes, and I obeyed it, sir.

Certain, the knowledge
that 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 record every conversation

from the telephone of the chief inspector.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Now all that remains is for me to go

and give one of the most
amazing performances

in theatrical history.

I regret you cannot attend.

But the audience for this
spectacle must be very small.

Afterwards, someone
will pick up the telephone

in chief inspector whitlock's office

and ask the operator to dial a number.

You must write this number down, yes?

Yes.

And then while still
recording the conversation,

you must compare this
number to all the other numbers

on the list to see to whom they belong.

Do you understand?

The Duke of Leicester,

the dowager duchess of lincolnshire?

Sir, this.

Don't fret.

It will all be over soon.

And now to go upstairs
and provoke your superiors.

You are moving up in the world.

Last week you were a scholarly maid.

Now, suddenly dropping
in on the daughter of a Duke

without so much as an appointment.

I wouldn't dream of disturbing you.

But during the ball for the
Italian ambassador's daughter,

Clara misplaced her fan.

And some silly girl told
her 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 the
designs of a weapon,

a strange armored vehicle
with a Cannon on top.

The drawing is very detailed,

almost like a blueprint.

Clara was certain that it would 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 could always tie it shut

with a red thread and
call me to pick it up.

I shall try very hard
to see that you get it.

Allow me to have Mr. Hopper
show you to the door.

No need.

I know where the door is.

Hopper, have my carriage
brought around immediately.

You should have
reported these kidnappings

to the police.

Happily, I am only an 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, I
must return to Baker Street

and await the call of my informant.

In the meantime,

if you could have a few
six man squads standing by.

Surely we should be working together.

- I can assume.
- Nonsense, bullivant.

Why would you demand
control over an investigation

you know nothing about?

Of course.

How foolish of me.

Rest assured Mr. Holmes,

we will put teams of
officers all over the city

that we might instantly
respond to your summons.

My thankfulness knows no bounds.

Now that I have your
support, chief inspector,

our success is assured.

Expect my call shortly.