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Perhaps I should explain.

My name is Enola Holmes.

You may remember me.

After solving my first case, I started a business.

A detective agency.

Open and ready for my first clients.

I was going to join the pantheon of great Victorian detectives.

Detective Field, Mackenzie McIntosh, Sir Alfred

Hornblower, and the infamous Reginald Swain.

And best of all, I would be joining my brother.

I would be his equal.

A detective in my own right.

Worthy of the Holmes name.

Congratulations.

Or so I thought.

Am I dressing the secretary?

But how old?

Stone to crows, you're young.

But my age is an advantage.

I can go to places others can't.

Explore where others won't.

And I can fight.

I know jiu-jitsu.

But you're a girl.

Yes, I am.

What experience have you had?

The Tewkesbury case.

Well, that was Sherlock Holmes.

That was Sherlock Sherlock.

Sherlock Holmes, wasn't it?

I assure you, it was mine.

Good man, that Tewkesbury.

Brave lad.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Yes?

Might your brother be free?

So, my brother.

Well, I had not a single case.

Sherlock has been drowning in them.

Though his latest appears to be vexing him.

My mother, meanwhile, is still on the run.

And trying not to draw attention to herself.

Though that's never been her forte.

Yes, and then there is... him.

My lords, reform is not a task to be accomplished, nor a bill that can be passed.

Rather, it is a constant need for change.

Lord Tewkesbury, the champion of change and progress.

A man to approach with the noblest cause.

For I had no time for distractions.

And besides, he's still in income poop.

Too many people make it their sole purpose in life to fit into the world around them.

This is a mistake.

It's your path, Enola.

Sometimes you'll stumble.

Sometimes you'll fall.

But no matter how lost you feel, if you stay true

to yourself, the path will always find you again.

But my path, it seemed, had come to an end.

I was a failure.

All I could do now was go home.

Enola Holmes?

Yes?

I come to the right place, then?

Is it true you find lost people?

Where did you get this?

It's months old.

I found it on the street.

And who have you lost?

My sister.

Watch the gap.

She disappeared a week ago.

Everyone says she's run away, but Sarah wouldn't do that.

Not me.

She's my only family now.

This way.

The other girls are still at work.

Tea.

Thank you.

Might I see her bedroom?

Ours, you mean.

You're standing in it.

We're lucky.

Most girls here are five to a room.

This might help.

Sarah likes to leave cheese out from... She's soft.

What does she look like, Sarah?

About this tall.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Green eyes.

Red hair.

Freckles.

Red hair.

We weren't sisters in the usual way.

Found sisters.

Sarah took her in.

Who's this, Bess?

Enola Holmes.

She's a detective.

She looks like she blow over in the wind.

May!

So Bessie, what was Sarah wearing the day she disappeared?

What's she doing?

Shh.

She's wasting her time.

It was her other dress.

The green one.

Does she like reading?

Oh, yes.

She taught herself.

Sarah said she had to learn about the world if she can live in it.

Makeup.

Did she have a suitor?

Nah.

But there's plenty of taking an interest.

She weren't much of a gardener.

Look, how about you quit sniffing round?

Quiet, May.

Just let her do her job.

The 12th of March.

Does that date mean anything to you?

That's enough.

We don't need help from people like you.

I found her, so she's staying.

Bloody girls, poking their nose in.

And she didn't leave a note?

Just this.

She worked two jobs, you see.

We couldn't get by without it.

Washed glasses at a pub.

Some place called the Stag Antlers.

You can have it.

Oh, no.

It's all right.

We'll figure that out later.

So, tell me, when was the last time you saw her?

A week ago, at the match factory.

She had a fight with Mr Crouch, the foreman, in his office.

What about?

He said she was thieving, but Sarah's honest.

The match factory?

Is that where she works?

Where we all work.

We're match girls, ain't we?

Then that's where we'll start.

So, you'll take it.

You'll take the case.

Thank you, Miss Holmes.

Thank you.

At last, my first case.

Well, actually, my second.

I shall find you, Sarah Chapman.

Red hair, green dress, makeup, science books, 12th March.

Whatever you've been up to, the game is afoot.

Stay with me.

Follow my way.

How many girls work here?

Five hundred.

Maybe six.

How do I look?

Is my neck achieve all right?

Oh, well, it's round your neck.

Morning, Betsy.

Morning, Doris.

Mouth.

Mouth.

Mouth.

Out.

Please, Mr Crouch.

I said out.

Mouth.

What are you looking at?

Oi!

You go.

Name and a register.

Mouth.

What are you looking for?

Swifers.

That's the phosphorus.

Don't worry, you get used to the smell.

Is this why she worked?

Put the matches on the comb.

Slide them along.

Up and into the box.

Simple enough.

You try.

There is a penny off your wages.

She's just learning the way, Mr Crouch.

Well, she better learn quicker or it's a penny off yours too.

Anyone else want a money, doc?

About you, eh?

No, didn't think so.

Right, back to work.

I need to get up into that office.

Not a hope.

All it takes is one small thing to change the rules of the world.

Oi!

Faster fingers, faster fingers!

How did that bloody happen, eh?

Well, pick them up.

Back to work.

Why were you here?

Red.

Times are wasting.

Now you look at me like that, girl.

Green eyes, red hair.

So you did steal something.

My pockets are empty.

If you think mine full.

You gave me your word you'd find whoever was doing this to us.

You sound almost threatening, Mr Life.

This is not what I expected when we began our arrangement.

And now theft on top of everything else.

You heard the man, get this dealt with.

Come along, William.

Sir, do you have any suspicions as to who this perpetrator might be?

Would I be asking you of ideas?

Sir, perhaps if we were to consider whether this theft is connected, I have ideas.

Did I ask for your advice?

Or did I simply tell you to get it done?

I'll make sure the right people know, sir.

Miss Choi!

Yes, sir.

As you can see, our ladies are working at the

highest level of production and efficiency.

Are they not, William?

Yes, father.

Please, if you will.

Doris, how are you?

How's your sister?

Is she still unwell?

Yes, Mr Lion.

Typhus, it really is the plague of our time.

Two years it's been killing these girls.

It breaks my heart.

Well, Lord McIntyre, if I might suggest a little lunch, I think we've earned it.

How did Sarah do it?

Get into the office.

There was a fire at one of the stations.

Foreman got distracted.

Whose station?

May's.

Yes, you're a good detective, Enola Holmes.

Everyone thinks detecting is a profession littered

with rules, but in truth, there's only one.

Pull on every loose thread you find.

She's a loose thread.

So I'm pulling at her.

Hey, I'm afraid I'm married.

Hello, dearie.

Forgot your ticket?

That's tuppence for the sweet cheating face like yours.

Where are you, May?

Where did you get that hat?

Where did you get that tile?

Isn't it a knobby one and just the proper style?

I should like to have one and just the same as that.

Where ere I go they shout hello and did you get that hat?

Where ere I go they shout hello and did you get that hat?

Where did you get that hat?

Where did you get that?

Just the proper style.

I should like to have one and just

the same as that.

Are you

the fool who took my pan stick?

Um, no.

I'm looking for a girl called...

She worked two jobs, you see.

Some place called the Stag Outners.

Where ere I go they shout hello and did you get that hat?

You got five seconds to tell me why, Yuri.

Did Sarah work here?

She did, didn't she?

And Bessie doesn't know.

There's plenty Bessie don't know, and plenty you don't need to tell her about.

I know you helped her into that office.

She took first pages.

Why?

What's happened to her?

Just leave us be, all right?

Posh girls like you don't belong in this fight.

Posh or not, one thing I am good at is fighting.

Now tell me, where is she hiding and what does she know?

You got more to you than a fool.

Whatever this is, May is on stage in 30 ticks and she's still dressed as a gen.

So let go of her.

Now.

Get her out of here.

Be my pleasure.

Come on.

Where did Sarah Chapman do her makeup?

Full of secrets, that one.

And not a bad actress.

Now I'd have given her the boot if she weren't so

good, but she did attract the men with the big pockets.

Always useful, that shifted.

Which man?

There was this one gen, society type, and he came regular.

Very keen on him, she was.

He'd send flowers, letters...

His name?

Never gave one.

You see, they all think there's hope that love is coming their way, but it never is.

Blokes like that, they want sheep, but they marry deer.

As we two ate of the fruit of love, the fruit

of love, a bell did ring in the sky above.

So under that place, with its blossoms white, a chapel awaits us out of sight.

And a poppy, is that his name?

Why did she leave?

Did she run away with this fellow?

Or is she running from him?

I hope it's the latter.

His poetry is extremely bad.

Be away with your boy.

Sherlock?

Hello there.

What are you doing here?

It's not safe.

You're scary people about.

Yes, let me know when you meet one.

Brother, are you quite yourself?

I'm fine.

It was just a disagreement of a glass of wine, and whose wine it was.

And I find after wine, it's very difficult to make your arms and your legs move.

Let's get you home.

I don't usually invite, but I want a case to see.

This is proving rather tricky.

Cab!

Hello.

No.

Where are we going?

221 Baker Street.

As it turns out, my brother is medievally heavy.

It's like carrying a dead horse, on which sits another dead horse.

That's A, I'm B.

I didn't know you had steps.

Well, you should always have steps to avoid people stepping on you.

That's a tip.

You should probably write that down.

All right.

Lift your right leg.

Now your left.

That's the leg they left.

You should write that down.

Well done Sherlock.

I can do it.

See?

Baker Street.

Oh, but it's such a mess.

It's perfect.

Don't touch anything.

What are you investigating?

I'm doing business.

I work a lot as private.

Oh, shh.

I'm thinking.

I should never be interrupted by thinking.

Oh.

You should write that down.

Don't go in there.

Oh.

Sherlock's latest case.

Fascinating.

And why?

Pray.

Have you moved everything?

Nothing looks different to me.

Nothing looks different.

Your head is sore.

I can't think why.

This is why I don't have people in my rooms.

Look what you've done.

My papers are entirely out of order.

Your case.

It's vexing you.

Seems to be an awful lot of question marks on that map of yours.

Dundee cake.

Door.

I will see you again.

Is that why you're drinking?

I'm more than certain it's not so old.

Maybe I can help.

You can help by leaving.

Huh.

Yes.

The world will be a much safer place if we don't see the inside of Sherlock Holmes.

Only the out.

Crazy idea.

Have you ever considered a flatmate?

For what purpose?

To stop you descending into this.

Strange.

Are those seeking advice so often like to dispense it?

Did I ask for advice?

I found you on the street.

What may I observe about you?

We're not playing this game.

Shoes a state.

Hair is not much better.

You need to wash your clothes every now and again.

You are pale, undernourished and you've lost your... Stop!

And then there's your fingernails.

Why on earth are you working in a match factory?

What?

Last night they were dirty with green traces.

This morning they are black.

The phosphorus from the matchmaking is mixed with the oxygen in the atmosphere.

I wasn't in such a state as to not see that.

How did you... And your neck is red.

Someone has gripped it or held a knife against...

Are you involved in something dangerous?

Because you are still my ward.

If you need my help, my offer remains on the table.

Don't be so desperate to prove yourself, Enola.

I am not desperate.

And I don't need your or anyone's help.

But this I will have.

How dare he?

How dare he lecture me?

When he can't even solve his own case, and he lives in a bed of

flummoxing papers and bewildering mould, how dare he claim I'm desperate?

It is not true.

And it is not fair.

Enola?

It is you.

And it is you.

How are you?

Are you well?

You look... I'm on a case.

Undercover.

Or they forget I told you that piece of information.

You know, it's the strangest thing.

I could have sworn I've seen you here before.

Is that right?

Well, this is my route through to the Lords.

Is it?

How lovely.

I have breakfast here on occasion.

I mean, yeah, it's a lovely place.

I know the gardener here.

We've been discussing what to sow for next year's crop.

Some fine sunflowers, a sweet william.

They're lovely, vivid reds.

I've seen all you're doing.

Oh, that's it.

It's nothing.

On the society pages.

You are quite the eligible bachelor.

Don't believe all you read.

I wrote you.

You didn't reply.

I was busy starting my own business.

A perpetual challenge.

Perhaps not something you'd understand.

We'll have known it if you need help.

I do not.

However, should my problem become horticultural, I shall seek you out.

Right.

Well, you know where to find me.

Should a plant go missing?

I hope you enjoy your breakfast.

Here.

Is he looking back?

Oh, good.

He isn't.

I don't come here every day.

Just on days when I feel a need.

And sometimes he doesn't take this path.

Sometimes he takes the parallel one.

You know where to find me.

You know where to find me.

Out of sight, the chapel awaits us.

With its blossoms white.

White chapel.

As we two ate of the fruit of love.

As we two ate.

Two ate.

Two ate.

Twenty-eight.

Belle did ring in the sky above.

Belle.

So on to that place.

Belle plays with us out of sight.

Twenty-eight.

Belle plays.

White chapel!

Sorry.

The game has found its feet again.

I will not lie.

There is a certain satisfaction that you feel as a

detective when your case comes closer to resolution.

Like sewing a new skirt.

Which I don't do.

Or teaching a dog to sit.

You begin to glow with the acknowledgement of a job well done.

Flash back!

My name will be known and Bessie will have a sister once again.

And that is a job well done.

Sarah?

What happened here?

Mr Poppy.

May.

Who did this to you?

Was it him?

Sarah's man?

May?

No, no.

It's all right.

I'll fetch a doctor.

I'll fetch a doctor for you.

No.

No, no, no.

No.

Miss Holmes?

Inspector Lestrade.

We know Lestrade.

Lestrade.

She, she's... Dead.

Now that happened.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm investigating a case.

A disappearance of a girl.

What, that girl?

No, no, no, no, no.

Her name is May.

She worked at the Paragon Theatre, the matchstick factory.

She was, she was a dancer.

She's friends with...

Superintendent Grail.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

I was sent to investigate a possible disturbance.

Someone heard some screams and then I discovered this young lady.

Her name?

Enola Holmes.

Her sister.

Her detective too.

Good God, another one.

Shouldn't you be in finishing school?

Investigating the disappearance of her... Sarah Chapman.

Sarah Chapman?

Well, well, how intriguing.

So am I.

She's wanted for theft and blackmail.

Blackmail?

Yes, detective.

Still warm, no rigor mortis.

When were the screams heard, inspector?

Ten past the hour, sir.

And when did you arrive, detective?

Around the same time.

Even more intriguing.

No, I was trying to suppress the blood.

I was trying to save her.

Or trying to get information out of her.

Give her a search, inspector.

Oh, look.

I can't pay her down, sir.

Come on, mate.

Long Lestrade, let's not be coy about this.

She's a detective.

She knows the rules.

Yes.

Give me that, mate.

What's this?

My evidence.

And that?

No, it's nothing.

Why are you hiding it?

Down at a murder scene with a freshly dead

corpse, harbouring evidence isn't gonna look good.

Superintendent Grail, you can't believe this.

What can't I believe, missy?

That young ladies don't have the hands for killing, now give them here.

Why ever would she do that?

You've seen this before.

Oh, Lestrade of Scotland Yard.

You remember me, I hope.

We're looking for your sister.

She's caused a bit of trouble.

Is it, sir?

Is it?

Take it.

I have others.

Take it?

I can't.

I can.

I can't.

Perhaps I can.

And this, a famous fiddle.

That, I do not have two of.

Perhaps you can explain what you believe and know last done.

I wish I was at liberty to say so.

Do you mind?

Oh, your latest case.

What's it concerning?

Is it another Brixton Strangler or a Periwinkle?

Don't tell me it's a Clark and Will.

What evidence do they have against my sister?

Perhaps you tell me yours, then I'll tell you mine.

Government case, a missing money.

Now you.

Super wants to talk to her.

Crassle.

Why?

Just following orders, Mr Holmes.

Or may I call you Sherlock?

Graydon.

Graydon Lestrade.

My father thought it distinguished.

And it is, rather.

Well, anyway, should you ever wish to call me that?

Well, as you were.

My mistake.

I should have warned you I was opening it.

No.

Dare I ask?

Good afternoon.

May I ask a favor?

Never mind.

Tell me everything.

A government case?

No.

Is it another Brixton Strangler or a Periwinkle?

Perhaps you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

He's a ninny.

I needed to know what he had on you.

Money, unaccounted transfers going in and out of government offices.

My theory is either bribery, extortion or blackmail.

And what have you found?

Separate filings from five different accounts

going via the treasury into one private bank.

So someone is getting rich from this?

Yes.

Who?

No name, just a number.

I visited the bank and inquired.

The money disappeared arriving at another bank.

And then another and another and another and another and another.

Every one of them hidden using different account numbers.

27 in total.

And what can you deduce from that?

Three things.

Firstly, the man's a game player, perhaps a genius in

mathematics, capable of covering his traces at every turn.

Secondly, the sources are varied.

Five banks south of the river, but no clear link between them.

All anonymous.

All going into one pocket.

And with that?

He knows I'm on to him.

What?

How?

Every time I pull a thread, it loosens and vanishes and reappears somewhere else.

He's leading me a merry dance.

It's infuriating.

So no leads whatsoever?

One.

A week before the first transfer, there was a break-in

at the treasury office by a man in a taper-crown hat.

A taper-crown hat?

What was taken?

A document they won't talk about in sensitive information, presumably.

But how it connects to all of this has so far eluded me.

Your turn.

I hope the blood's not yours.

I'm looking for a girl.

Sarah Chapman.

Her sister employed me.

Bessie.

She worked at Lyons Max factory by day and the music hall at night.

She has a lover.

Whose flat I visited.

He'd given her this.

28 Bell Place?

Whitechapel.

Yes.

And there I found her friend.

Murdered.

And who killed her?

This poppy fellow?

I suspect so.

Perhaps he kidnapped Sarah and her friend discovered it.

Love.

What it does to people.

How was she killed?

A kitchen knife.

And did you touch this weapon?

No.

Then why did you run?

I found more evidence on her.

This policeman wanted it.

He has this walk.

Grail.

We have history.

This was in her pocket.

It's as bad as the poem.

Leave it with me.

No, it's mine.

And it's important.

Grail said that she had stolen something and that she was blackmailing them.

Though, Sarah wouldn't do that.

How can you tell?

You don't know this person.

I feel I do.

You came here running from the police.

Someone is already dead and you are now a suspect in a murder case.

You let your emotions get the better of you.

Stay here.

Don't leave.

I will look into this.

But Sarah Chapman is my responsibility.

No one else cares for these girls.

I promised her sister.

The first mistake a detective makes is to make it about themselves and not the case.

Anola, I know you're not a fan of unnecessary advice, but please don't turn into me.

I should probably write that down.

Posh girls like you don't belong in this fight.

We don't need help from people like you.

See, they all think there's hope.

That love is coming their way.

But it never is.

Gents like that, they want sheep, but they marry deer.

So, Poppy, you're a Gent, are you?

And a well-heeled one to afford a love nest like that.

Shouldn't be ridiculous.

A week before the first transfer, there was a break-in

at the treasury office by a man in a tiba crown hat.

Five banks, south of the river, but no clear link between them.

Matchmaker's Ball.

Hosted by Henry and Hilda Lyon, 12th Marchmont Square.

Does that date mean anything to you?

It's not a date at all.

Their eldest son, William Lyon, will be leading the first.

Sweet Williams, for their wonderfully vivid reds.

As you can see, our ladies are working at the

highest level of production and efficiency.

Are they not, William?

Yes, Poppy.

And all along, I thought you were a Poppy.

Let's see how sweet you are, sweet William.

I'm going to a ball.

Ugh.

Tis I, tis not I, which, when you're wanted by the police, is most useful.

Pray silence for his lordship, Viscount McIntyre.

I'm sorry to break apart this glorious occasion, but I'm a politician.

Any chance to stand on a stage, I'll always take it.

And I must speak to thank our host and applaud his achievements.

No masks, no matter.

For Henry Lyon turns all before him into gold.

What nonsense, pewter at best.

What he has done with matches is legendary.

In two years, he's turned red into black, or should I say red into white.

And to have this humble man turn his attention to typhoid and the

working poor, raising funds, diagnosing cases in the community.

I'm overwhelmed.

I'm simply overwhelmed.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Henry Lyon and to his fine son, his heir, William.

To the future.

May ever be bright.

Right, Henry, light us up.

Gladly.

I believe I've seen that dress somewhere before.

Oh, yes, last year.

I think it's charming.

Elegant.

I think you're kind.

Gentlemen.

Mom.

Good evening.

Good evening.

This is a wonderful occasion, is it not?

I mean, the guests are just delightful.

And the orchestra is most tuneful.

I was wondering if I might be able to speak to you, Mr. Lyon.

Have I said something wrong?

Where is your chaperone?

Chaperone.

My dear, you can hardly expect my son to talk to you unaccompanied.

I cannot talk to you without a chaperone.

No, of course not.

Honestly?

Honestly?

Well, they are talking.

They are dancing.

Good evening, my dear.

Yes.

How foolish of me.

Good evening.

It could be claimed with some justification that I might have

prepared more thoroughly, but dancing is not one of my core strengths.

Well, except... Knees are more of a brat!

Under the table, you must go!

Yayayay!

You see my situation?

Who are you?

The man's a game player.

Separate filings from five different accounts.

Caped recovering his traces at every turn.

One private bank vanishes and... No name.

Just a number.

Perhaps a genius in mathematics.

Leading me in merry dancing.

It's a cipher.

The poker.

The promenade.

The two-step.

They're all dancers.

Dance.

Twenty-seven eternal.

Yes, the language of the dance.

Twenty-seven dancers.

I've got you.

Terrible, aren't they?

These things.

All pompy doing popping, Jay.

Have we met somewhere before?

I feel I recognize you from somewhere.

I simply have one of those faces.

Mira Troy.

Private secretary to Lord McIntyre.

The treasury minister.

Tabitha.

Tabitha Timothy.

You mustn't let them concern you.

It's just a performance.

Everyone here is playing a part.

Testing each other.

Wedding.

Losing.

And it's fun.

Once you know the rules.

What are they doing with those fans?

Sending messages.

Saying everything that is forbidden.

Or too embarrassing to say aloud.

Thank you for the lesson.

It's a lesson hard learned.

Without power, we women must rely on our wits

for our fortune, because our chances are short.

Here, take my van.

I have no use for it.

And if you wish to speak to William, you could always try with that.

It would be my delight.

Really, there's no need to be rude.

I didn't mean to.

I

didn't mean to be rude.

Tewsbury, your timing's impeccable.

Don't speak to me here, otherwise you'll be thrown into the street.

I need you to teach me to dance.

Teach you to dance?

When?

Teach me to dance now.

You understand I've been learning since I was five.

Good.

I feared you'd be a terrible teacher.

Anola, what are you doing here?

I'm looking for a murderer.

Though I shouldn't have told you that.

Forget I told you that.

I'm trying to save a girl's life.

Through dance.

Please, Tewksbury.

All right.

Hold your back straight.

And I'll place my hand here.

And here.

Oh, yes.

Hold your arm out.

Good.

Now, I will lead and you will follow.

That seems like a mistake.

Face over my shoulder.

And now.

One, two, three.

You seem different since last we spoke.

May you tell me why you've been coming to the park?

Why watch me walk to the Lord's?

Simply keeping an eye on you.

In case you get yourself into any more scrapes.

Getting thrown out of trains.

Things like that.

You cannot be trusted to take care of yourself.

I'm a man now.

You're a man when I tell you you're a man.

And the scrapes I find myself in are far less visceral.

Now, come on.

Three, two, three.

Look into my eyes.

The rhythm is always there.

Dancing is a trust.

It's a union.

That's why I've always loved it.

Even when I was being tutored by my uncle.

And that man likes a pork mustard pie.

His breath turns...

Turn.

Feel it?

I can feel it.

Good.

Dance well?

Perhaps I am a fine teacher.

Though his breath has less mustard on it than I'd hoped.

You'll need a dance card.

What does that mean?

You'll learn.

Don't touch the ginger cake, please.

Hot scotch with your bowels.

Oh.

Hello.

Mr. Lion?

Yes.

I was wondering if we might have a dance this evening.

My dance card is full.

May I see it?

Your last waltz is still free.

How fitting.

Would you mind?

Until then.

Tis he.

You admire Lord Tewkesbury?

No.

No.

We are old friends.

I hear he's a good man and a great reformer.

Well, if you wish to dance with him, you may have to wait.

That's quite a cue.

Yes, I mustn't lose my chance.

Good evening, Miss... Tabitha.

Cicely.

You know, I swear I know your face.

What must it be?

We have never met before.

And I've seen you looking.

Why?

Of course.

The Paragon Music Hall.

I saw you talking with a young woman there.

Sarah Chapman.

Just locate from me and I will scream.

The police are on to you, Mr. Lyon.

As it happens, they are on to us both.

You were not invited here.

What do you want?

I'm a private detective, hired by Sarah's sister to find her.

Bessie hired you.

You know Bessie?

Leave me be, please.

Or you will ruin everything.

How?

What will I ruin?

They're watching.

If you must persist with this, meet me in the library at midnight.

Say nothing more now.

Midnight it is.

Who are you?

My word you do that in awkward places.

Why are you holding a poker?

You must leave.

I'm waiting for another.

Another you're scared of such that you need a weapon.

You are always here when I don't want you to be.

And sometimes here when you do.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing that needs to concern you.

I like the look at the one you were dancing with.

What's her name?

Cecily?

She would make you an excellent wife.

Enola, I'm concerned only for you.

Tewkesbury, if you're still here, you may scare him away.

Scare him?

All of this is over a man?

Just leave.

Lord Tewkesbury.

Enola Holmes, you're under arrest.

Try to escape and we will make this ever more difficult.

Just make it quiet and spare the fine people?

Any embarrassment?

Sir, whatever this is about, I'm sure... Murder, sir.

It's about murder.

Tewkesbury, it's all right.

Constable, go on.

Keep them safe.

Please.

Now come along.

Oh, I see.

I knew she didn't belong to the views.

Despicable disgrace.

Quite a party.

You danced with a young master lion, I hear.

May I ask?

Impertinently, I'm sure.

Did you want to kiss him?

Or find out more about your case, this Sarah Chapman?

Look, if you're trying to protect her, know this.

I will protect her better.

If someone wants to talk to her and they're not as kind as me.

Someone?

Who?

Why were you following me that night?

You were following me too, weren't you?

That's why you found the flat.

Nice shirt.

Silk.

On a policeman's salary.

Who's paying you, Superintendent Greil?

Who's paying you to kill Matrico?

Where's Sarah Chapman?

I don't know.

She's a thief and a troublemaker.

You don't want to risk your skin for her.

Well, if I can't find it out from you, I'll find it

out from someone else like her sister, little Bessie.

She's just a little girl.

Oh, but that's how it starts, you know, that owns with little girls like her and you and Sarah Chapman asking

questions, doubting those in charge, not seeing their protection for what it is, trying to tear it down.

Well, it only takes one little flame to start a fire,

and my job is to keep crushing those bloody flames out.

Now I'll be kind and give you one last chance.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Then you're for the noose.

Some detective you were.

You look strapped in needlework.

Sir, sir, don't be ridiculous.

Superintendent Grail.

Mr. Holmes.

I'm here for my sister.

If you can arrange her release, I'd much appreciate it.

She is my ward and a miner.

And a murderer.

Any evidence you think you have against her, I can assure you... I have plenty.

She was seen arguing with the victim, following the victim, fighting

with the victim, and lastly standing over the victim's dead body.

And when we find her there with blood on her hand, she bloody runs.

I saw your murder site.

Marks on and around the door show that it was forced open.

And recently, there were signs of a scuffle with boot

marks from three separate intruders, one of them heavyset.

Judging by the height and extent of the subsequent damage, traces of fabric and spots of blood suggest that

there was another occupant, likely female, who seems to have fought back using a sharp and improvised weapon.

Before escaping through the window, I'd say this was a targeted search and

interrogation in which two women were discovered, and then my sister arrived.

And you were curiously fast to arrive after her.

Now, are you going to release her, or shall I?

Sergeant Bayston, if you please.

Sir.

Fingerprint matching.

New invention, Swiss.

You have heard of it?

I have.

Would you care to look?

It makes our work so much more efficient, especially in a murder case.

My sister never touched that weapon.

Then wire her prints on it.

It's a great age we're living, isn't it, Mr. Holmes?

Have you any sense what time it is?

Hello, Edith.

You're lucky.

I almost broke your legs.

Then I recognized the shoulders.

You have very recognizable shoulders.

And no one has been arrested.

For why?

Murder.

What she's got tangled with, it may go wider than I thought.

And there's something about this case that...

Deduction alone will not solve.

I may need your...

I need your help.

We need your help.

Well, like my mother always said, those who can turn to

others when they're in need are the truly brave amongst us.

Your mother sounds very different to mine.

I did try to stop her, but she's full of this fight.

Finally!

You can't control Enola Holmes.

She's a force of nature, a law unto herself.

There she is.

And I fear she will hang.

Oh, it is good to see you.

Hang on!

They're onto us!

So, this case of yours, how's it going?

I don't know.

I was just trying to help a girl find her sister, and I think I've made things worse.

Nonsense!

You stirred up a hornet's nest.

You are onto something.

Stand by!

Why else would they try and silence you?

Don't worry, it's completely harmless.

On your left!

My left or yours?

Yours!

This match, Ashley, what do you know about it?

It's a roaring success.

In two years, it's doubled its profits.

And now there's typhus.

Typhus?

Yes, the girls are going down with it.

They're dying.

That's a loose thread.

What?

Get back!

Here they come!

Practice out!

We know about these factories.

Girls like Sarah Chapman.

They're expendable.

They go missing.

Too often they die.

No one cares.

But this girl, they care about.

And greatly.

So, what does she know?

Get up here now!

She stole something.

Some papers.

Aha, so?

What's she gonna do with them?

What's her plan?

She's not a thief.

She's not a blackmailer.

She is a troublemaker.

She knows something.

And that is infinitely more dangerous.

Whatever Sarah's hiding, Enola, it's a secret.

You need to look for what she knows, Enola.

Find that out, and then everything else will follow.

Well, she's probably right under your nose.

Get down!

Well, that's just brute.

That's not good.

You all right?

You all right?

All right, I'm all right, yeah.

Oh, no.

Shut up.

Glory be!

It's the Holy Trinity.

I'll make commissioner with it.

Take him.

Must we?

I fear so.

This is not Thomas.

Good

thing I never valued my pelvis.

How about you, Edith?

How are the kidneys?

Fine.

I quite enjoyed it.

You enjoy everything.

It's most irritating.

Come on, this way.

We better get a move on.

All right.

So, um, how's that useless boy of yours?

I hear he's doing good work.

He is.

Well then, perhaps not so useless after all.

I wouldn't say he's my boy.

You know, I sometimes think I brought you up to be too independent.

Mother, I did.

I did it with all of you.

Your purpose must be to find who you are.

You, Sherlock, Mycroft, strong, formidable, individual children, but...

well, perhaps a little lonely.

You will do very well on your own, Enola, but with others.

You could be magnificent.

Who do you think organized all of this after all?

Me?

No, you find your allies, work with them, and you will become more of who you are.

You speak with one voice, and you will make

more noise than you could ever have imagined.

She should go.

We'll put them off her scent.

So, you dust yourself down.

Keep facing forward.

And if you ever get condemned for murder again, you give me a shout.

I will.

Thank you, Edith.

Be careful.

And get a haircut.

It's a mess.

I think my hair is fine.

I need you to pack your things.

I need you to be in a safer place.

Is my sister gone, like me?

No, is she...

No, I'm sure she's all right.

I'm closer to finding her.

Doris, she'll take me in.

She's got a spare bed now.

Her sister?

Dead.

Typhus.

There's traces of something in the soil.

One has red and one has white in it.

The matches you make, when did they change from red to white?

I don't know, around two years ago.

Two years?

He's turned red into black, or should I say, red into white.

Typhus, the plague of our times.

Two years it's been killing these girls.

Out.

What are you looking at?

I need your help.

Well, don't make me repeat it.

May I come in?

Firstly, I would like to apologize for so much.

I have failed to see allies in plain sight.

And I have... something I wish to say to you, too.

Oh, all right.

All day, every day, all I do is compromise.

If I vote for this Lord's bill that will allow him to pump bilge

water into a clean lake, then he will vote for my forestry reform.

I want to stand up and say this isn't right, but I have no allies.

So to do so would be to risk all that is good.

So I lie awake, trying to work out which path to follow, alone.

There is no search for a wife.

Because politics consumes me constantly.

There, that is a speech I stored up for you.

You're a good man.

I'm a man now.

On occasion.

But I understand your struggle, because I struggle, too.

And I am sorry that we cannot talk more of it, because I have... A case to solve?

The girl I'm looking for, Sarah Chapman.

She has proof that girls are dying from the phosphorus they work with every day.

And the factory are trying to cover it up as typhus.

She knows it.

And someone is going to kill her for it.

Then what can we do?

We?

Don't open it, it could be the police.

You're still wanted by the police?

Of course I am, I escaped jail.

You escaped jail?

Forget I told you that.

The lights are on, if I don't answer they'll suspect more.

Hide.

Coming.

Miss Sisley.

I'm sorry it's so late.

No, no, not at all.

I told you to come.

I want to help, but I... Is anyone else here?

No.

Good.

We are alone, for it is imperative that I speak with you.

Sir, I feel that you're a man of great character and that I can trust you.

Which is why I fear I may have to unburden myself to you and it may prove shocking.

Miss Sisley, perhaps we could do this.

I've been wanting to speak with you about...

a relationship.

Oh, that, yes.

Perhaps we could discuss this another time?

Please, sir.

I'm terribly sorry, but let me assure you I do share your interests.

And we will talk again.

Thank you.

She's gone.

She was flustered.

Do not think of doubting me.

Sisley was here for my help.

She told me at the ball that she's working on a bill to change factory law.

She's unearthed something, some corruption or other.

She's doing what?

No, if you have any concerns, I tell you categorically.

I have no eyes for anyone, but... Well, no, that's quite how I want to say that.

But to say in terms of romantic interests...

Yes, my interest is the reason I don't have to search.

I'm busy with politics, like I said.

You admire Lord Tewkesbury?

I hear he's a good man and a great reformer.

Are you interested in the woman I would be most interested in?

I must not lose my chance.

You're not listening.

Good evening, Lord Tewkesbury.

You shouldn't have a chaperone.

You got five seconds to tell me why you're here.

I have been blind.

The phosphorus from the matchmaking has mixed with the oxygen in the atmosphere.

I have missed everything.

She's probably right under your nose.

Sicily.

Sarah is Sicily.

Sicily is Sarah!

No, look.

No, look, what on earth?

Did you understand what I said?

Or rather, what I didn't say?

Did you understand what I didn't say?

Yes!

You were saying that you...

You'll learn.

That message you sent me with the fan at the ball, what did it mean?

It means I love you.

Ladies and gentlemen, to the future.

Of course.

They were working together.

In love.

They had a plan.

To expose the corruption in that factory, and stop what his father was doing.

They wanted your help.

William Lyon invited you to that ball.

He's a radical, just like you.

They needed my help.

You're right.

But Anola, we must return inside.

The police are pursuing you, and we have much to talk of.

I know we have much to talk of, my dear, dear Lord.

You love me.

And as it turns out, I love you too.

You love me too?

You really are a Lincoln poop.

Now, hail a cab.

Wait here.

Keep guard.

If anyone comes, just tell them you're a lord or something.

I am a lord.

Well, then they'll likely believe you.

You.

How ridiculous you are.

I'm ridiculous.

I told you to stay safe and stay away.

Now, you're breaking out of prison when you have the whole police force after you.

Oh, are you hurt?

I am sorry.

Are you not hurt?

It seems not.

I wonder who told you to fight like that.

Another thing a mother has to answer for.

She should have fed me as well as you is what I think.

Hang on.

Why are you here?

Is it my case or your own?

Both.

I know how Grail got your fingerprints.

Oxidized phosphorous dust.

Lifted from the table and applied to the knife.

You're innocent.

You doubted it?

Nothing's certain till it's proved.

And your case?

My adversary.

His trail.

It leads here.

It seems our cases are connected.

Shall we?

William Lyon.

Sarah's love.

And my thief in a tapered crown hat.

Stay unemotional.

There's nothing more we can do for him now.

We need to keep our minds fresh and our eyes sharp.

He was seized.

Yes, and searched.

For the document he took.

A knife?

No, bigger.

A cutlass.

Heavy boot scuffs.

And scratch marks from a cane that has a metal furor.

Grail.

But at whose best?

There was another in this room.

This cigar had a holder.

And traces of woe.

As Drakon, the finest.

Well, Lord MacIntyre, if I am, I'd suggest a little lunch.

Leave me be.

Please, they're watching.

Where did William steal from?

The Treasury Office.

Yes.

The office of Lord MacIntyre, Treasury Minister.

How did you come to that?

I think what William stole was proof that

Lyon and MacIntyre were conspiring together.

Yes, fueled by greed.

MacIntyre has been secretly profiting from the factory.

They changed the match formula to a cheaper phosphorus.

And it's deadly.

Enola?

Enola, I was concerned for you.

You left me standing out there in the dark.

And I nearly tore my...

Sherlock Holmes, how have you been... Not the time.

Oh, my... Is he... Stay unemotional.

But who did this?

Lord MacIntyre.

No.

But it all fits.

No one has sat in this chair.

There are no marks on the carpet, no indentation.

The cigar has been smoked.

But... Cold.

And look.

No ash.

No lips have touched that glass.

Exactly.

These clues have been planted for us to overcome.

To mislead us from the true villain.

This has all been staged.

By who?

Not MacIntyre.

But by someone who had a lot to lose without that document.

Someone who knew what they were up to and was blackmailing them.

My opponent.

Someone who likes a game.

Did they get what they wanted?

No, I don't think so.

Poor William.

They did get something.

May's terrible music.

The truth of the gods.

Could be biblical, mythical, theatrical.

The gods is the top row of the theater.

The balcony.

Doesn't everyone know that?

This isn't music.

It's a map.

Just to be clear as to what we might be about to face.

There may be some violence.

You faced it before.

Yes.

I did have part of a suit of armor on.

But yes, fighting will be...

Yes.

You've been in a fight before, haven't you?

Yes, plenty of fights.

Fence for my school.

Fine.

Can you teach me to fight?

What?

Right now?

In a carriage?

Did I not teach you to dance in five minutes in a bathroom?

All right.

Fine.

There are two secrets to fighting.

Avoid the punch, make the counterpunch.

I don't see how to see you.

Ow!

Your first lesson.

Ow.

Ow!

Your second.

You didn't avoid the punch, you let me make the counterpunch.

You can hardly expect me to hit a girl.

Oh dear.

Not some... Ow!

Ow!

Will you stop that?

I can't stop.

We're approaching.

I

may need more of those lessons.

X marks the spot.

Sarah.

It's all there.

All the proof we need.

The contract between Lyon and McIntyre to change the phosphorus.

What will you store for you?

And the pages from the factory register.

That's what you store from the office.

These are the names of the girls they killed.

I couldn't let them be forgotten.

And it's proof that magicals are dying from working in that factory.

And they knew it all along.

You're a bloody good detective, Enola Holmes.

You are too, Sarah Chapman.

I will share this with the world.

I promise you.

Thank you.

Now we really must find William.

He was supposed to meet me six hours ago.

I'm afraid William won't be coming.

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I told him we had everything we needed.

That we should just go public.

He said nobody would care unless we had someone in power who would listen.

He was just trying to keep me safe.

And now I've lost him.

We must move quickly.

Or we'll lose you too.

Losing this...

Losing that...

Seems you've lost everything.

Betty.

You've all been very careless.

I'll take those.

Let go of her.

Give me the papers and I will.

Don't just stand there.

Avoid the punch.

Make the count punch.

Betty!

Run!

I said run!

You got more to you than I thought.

What places are we finding ourselves in?

What places indeed?

I always loved the theater.

Got it?

I used to dream I'd end up on the stage.

You're not rid of me yet, like how to shoot through my press of basil ever.

You are made to fight.

Congratulations.

Lord McIntyre, what are you doing here?

I was summoned.

Your brother knew that I would want to see the right people shown justice.

And I don't know how to thank you for retrieving this

government property and bringing this killer to life.

A rot amongst our ranks.

The world shall know the name of Nola Holmes.

I'll make sure of it.

Lestrade, arrest that girl.

She's done nothing wrong.

All she stole from you was the truth.

She took personal information, which she used for

extortion, blackmail, which is why she'll serve her time.

But you are mistaken.

She was not your blackmailer.

I summoned you here to draw that very person out.

The accounting was masterful.

A tangle of roots, but all pointed to one pocket.

One person receiving the fruits of their schemes with no one noticing.

Hearing everything, seeing everything, ignored for years.

Playing them all.

It's all a game.

And it's fun, once you know the rules.

Miss Mira Troy.

Absurd.

I don't believe it.

It's remarkable what can be done when people underestimate you.

And then came the problem.

William stole the contract.

And he threatened to cut off your money train.

And you couldn't have that.

You hired Grail to retrieve the document.

But things got out of hand.

So you tried to point us to Lord MacIntyre.

A rare misstep in your game.

Moriarty.

Such a shame our divertissement has to end, Mr. Oates.

I was so enjoying it.

And you, Enola.

Miss Troy, you've been behind this.

Of course, you never can find the proper staff.

I only wanted the agreements back.

And though I couldn't be seen to question William myself, you were so obliging.

If you wish to speak with William, you could always try with that.

Just a pity he was smarter and braver in the end than I'd expected.

They both were.

Their deaths were so unnecessary.

But Superintendent Grail was somewhat of a blunt instrument.

You!

How dare you take advantage of your position?

I take advantage.

What were my advantages?

Treated like a common servant when I have twice the mind of yours.

Any of yours.

Why shouldn't I have a share of your ill-begotten

riches and punish you at the same time?

Why shouldn't I be rewarded for what I can do?

Where is my place in this society?

I am a woman.

I cannot join clubs.

I cannot own shares.

I cannot advance myself as they can.

So, I found my own way.

And it was fun.

Lestrade.

Take her away.

Yes, sir.

More charge, sir?

Extortion, yes, yes.

Blackmail, murder!

Such a shame our little dance has to end.

For now, at least.

Perhaps we shall take to the floor again.

No!

No!

Well, there.

That's that, then.

I accidentally burnt my own property.

What of it?

You are corrupt, sir.

You can place it in the depths of hundreds of matched girls.

Where is your proof?

Good.

Sir.

Back to business.

Sir, you cannot...

Patience.

Glory be.

All those names.

Those lives.

I failed them, Enola.

Don't say that.

Maegon.

Williamgon.

And they couldn't get away with it.

You heard the man.

Where's your proof?

What do we have now?

We have each other.

And we have the truth.

You're late, best chapman.

Ducking you a penny.

What?

You're not welcome here no more.

What are you doing?

Wait.

Get down.

Get down!

Let her speak.

A few weeks ago, mate Isley, William Lyon and I set out to prove something.

To prove that this factory was killing people.

And they knew it.

But they decided that profit mattered more than we did.

You're coming with me.

Shh.

It ain't typhus that's killing us.

It's the phosphorus.

What we work with every day.

You lying little toe rag.

That's a penny off your wages.

These were our friends.

Our sisters.

And our children.

Well, it stops now.

It's time for us to use the only thing we have.

Ourselves.

It's time for us to refuse to work.

It's time to tell them no.

Right.

Get back to work.

You will leave here.

There is no coming back.

You will not get employed here again.

Well, will you join me?

Think of your families.

Don't do it, girls.

It is not worth the risk.

Will?

Will ya?

This is how the world works.

Please, girls.

I know you're scared.

I am too, but it's the only power we have.

Right.

Get our machine back on and get back to work.

Sorry, Enola.

Stop that.

Stop that.

Be one voice.

That's enough!

Stop that!

That's a whole lot of noise.

She likes causing trouble, doesn't she?

It's as if she was molded that way.

She still needs that haircut.

It seems your boy has learned how to fight.

Lord MacIntyre.

Indeed.

He's not my boy.

Pay what you can.

And what will people pay you in?

Potatoes and gratitude.

If that's all they have, you can deal with the hoits and toits.

This is where I should be.

Besides, Edith says she'll be kind with the rent.

You know, you are aware, should you wish, some finer surrounds.

I could, uh...

I was thinking.

Homes and homes?

A partnership?

That is the kindest offer.

But if I did that, I would always be in your shadow.

Hmm.

Yes.

Though I do like this new version of you, no one should be alone all the time.

A friend would do you well.

Perhaps I should write that down.

I shall drop by to check on you.

I would like that.

Perhaps you could come to Baker Street from time to time.

To check on me.

Perhaps we can fix on Thursday, 4 p.m.

Thursday at 4 it is.

It seems I should not be the last to interrupt you today.

And he has flowers.

Sherlock, to Yewkesbury.

See you on Thursday.

Mm-hmm.

Bye, Sherlock.

Hee hee hee hee hee.

Hmm.

Sherlock?

Or paper?

Thank you.

And thank you for everything.

To Yewkesbury, when did I give you the impression that I like flowers?

They're cool, spreading bell flowers.

Wild, of course.

Attracted to ancient woodland, wiry, deceptive.

Refused to behave according to any rules.

But their petals are so delicate.

And their flowers... Two things.

Your metaphor is tortured and I don't have delicate petals.

Oh, and, and, and... Just an invitation to a ball being given by...

Uh, to Yewkesbury, I'm not going to a ball with you.

I got arrested at the last one.

Well, all the more reason to dance again, wouldn't you say?

You're an income poop.

And you are a coward.

How dare you speak to a lady like that?

You are a disgrace, sir.

And yet you still hold my arm.

And yet I still hold your arm.

Sherlock Holmes?

Yes.

I'm here for my appointment.

You're seeking a flatmate?

You must have the wrong address.

Really?

The young lady was very clear as to the place and the time.

Thursday at four, she said, you are Sherlock Holmes.

Yes.

Please, do come in, mister.

Doctor.

Watson.

John Watson.