All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E04 - A Study in Sherlock (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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You ready?

Let's go!

Hands on your head!

- The key! Where's the key?!
- I don't have it.

Let's get out of here.

Don't move!

- Please.
- Get out!

[ Laughs ]
I remember this blaze.

How are you, old girl?

Move off, you louse!

GIRL:
For your missus?

Go away, kid.

I said move off!

Hey, no need to get persnickety.

- [ Whistling blowing ]
- Police!

Police!
How did they know?!

- Police!
- Leave the rest.

Go, go, go!

Giddyap!

[ Horse neighs ]

What in damnation?

Just take what we need.

- Let's go!
- Go! Go!

[ Whistle blowing ]

There was a drunk.

He must have unhitched
the horse.

Why would he do that?

Maybe he was a cop.

How would a cop know
where you'd be?

I don't know.

Maybe the boss
has got loose lips.

I'm the boss.

Are you sure this was
the chap driving the carriage?

Yes. His horse took off, and
he ran away with another man.

Thank you.

No real loss. He wasn't long
for this world anyway.

- I'm sorry?
- He was cirrhotic.

- Oh, you knew him?
- I observed him.

HIGGINS:
Detective Murdoch.

We have a suspect, sir.

He was in possession
of a mask and a bank box.

Very good, Henry. Bring him
down to the station house.

Sir.

No, that's not your man.

Note his hands.
The left hand is clean.

The right hand
is soiled and scratched.

The bridge of his nose
and temples are reddened

as if he wears glasses,

but he's not wearing any now.

Clearly,
he's a left-handed machinist.

There's a machine shop
just down on Durand,

but the shift ended at 6:00 a.m.

The robbery occurred
at 5:30 a.m.

So that is not your man.

I'm sorry.
Who are you?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

Bloody hell.
Where did he come from?

Dr. Grace has acquired
a new skeleton.

She gave that one to me.

No doubt a day of great joy
and celebration.

So, any news on the robbery?

By all accounts, it was
a well-orchestrated heist.

Foiled by an anonymous tip.

Yes, the call came
from a Front St. exchange.

We're looking into it now.

They killed one of their own.
Any leads?

We have a suspect
awaiting interview.

Who's the bloke
dressed as Sherlock Holmes?

Well, sir, he claims to be
Sherlock Holmes.

A detective
who is a man of science.

About time, I'd say.

Scotland Yard could learn
a thing or two.

Detective,
we have matters to discuss.

MURDOCH:
Have a seat in the waiting area,

and I will be with you shortly.

When you were detained,

you were in possession
of a bank safe deposit box

and a mask.

Both items directly related
to a bank robbery.

I found them.
In the laneway behind the shop.

What is it you do?

I'm a drill press operator.

I work the night shift.
I got off at 6:00.

Plenty of witnesses to that,
Sir.

Do you ever wear glasses?

At work, to preserve my eyes.

Which hand do you use?

My left.
Is that important?

BRACKENREID:
What is it?

Sir, he knew everything
about our suspect.

Who?

The man who claims
he's Sherlock Holmes.

Do you think
he could have been involved?

What's your name?

- Sherlock Holmes.
- Your real name!

That is my real name.

What were you doing
at the scene of the robbery?

I deciphered the codes.

What codes?

HOLMES:
The coded messages, of course.

Moriarty puts them
in the newspaper.

That's how he communicates
with his agents of evil.

Well, he's a complete crackpot.

I'll have Dr. Ogden provide
an assessment.

So, what now?

Well, I think
we can safely assume

that the routes and times
of armored carriage transfers

are not public knowledge.

An inside job, then.

I've been doing this
for two years.

Until today,
it seemed like a good job.

Were you carrying
anything unusual?

GUARD:
No, sir.

Um, paper money and bank boxes.

This is the cargo list.

And who else gets
a copy of this?

GUARD:
Just me.

The driver receives
the protocol.

The protocol lays out
the route and destination.

When did you receive this?

GUARD:
Just prior to departure.

It's all part of
the security arrangement.

And who sets the protocol?

The bank manager.

Our branch on Spadina
is closing,

and all assets were being
transferred downtown.

The content of the cargo,
time of shipment,

and routes are set
the day before.

- And who sets them?
- I do.

And who else is privy
to that information?

BANK MANAGER:
No one.

Then how did the thieves
know the carriage route?

I don't know.

Cause of death was
a single gunshot to the head

at point-blank range.

I extracted the bullet.

.38 caliber.

Hmm.

Dr. Grace, did the victim have
cirrhosis of the liver,

by chance?

As a matter of fact, he did.

How did you know that?

A suspect speculated on it.

Well, he must be
a very observant fellow.

That he is.

Julia.
Thank you for coming in.

How could I not? A man
claiming to be Sherlock Holmes.

He's in my office.

Mr. Holmes, I'd like you to meet
a colleague of mine.

This is...

Wonderful.

George, have you seen the man
claiming to be Sherlock Holmes?

Sir, he's right there in your...
Oh.

He was to remain in my office.

That's very cheeky.

I'm sorry, sir.
I was distracted.

I did find some interesting
information, though.

Both our victim
and one of the carriage guards

live in the same rooming house.

Now, either that's
a strange coincidence...

Or they knew each other.

HOLMES:
Detective.

I was wondering
when you'd finally get here.

Moriarty has struck again.

You've now been found
at the scene of two crimes.

How do you explain that?

HOLMES:
I've made myself clear.

I'm in pursuit of Moriarty.

BRACKENREID:
Bugger Moriarty!

How did you come
to find yourself

in the room
of a dead bank guard?

I found his address
on your constable's desk.

Are you being
deliberately obtuse?

If you're asking
why I was there,

I should have thought
that was obvious.

It is my belief that the guard
was working with Moriarty.

All right, and how did you come
to that conclusion?

Did you notice
that the guard sat for an hour

with blood crusting on his face

rather than avail himself
of a wash basin?

I did think that was a bit odd.

HOLMES:
And no doubt you also observed

that the two cuts
were straight and fine,

suggesting that they were made
with a razor blade.

This razor blade.

I found it in his pocket.

What about the robbery itself?

How did you know
it was going to happen?

I deciphered the codes.

Which codes?

The codes
I informed you of earlier!

I thought Professor Moriarty
was dead.

As did I.

MURDOCH: Then what makes you
think he's behind these crimes?

I recognized
one of his henchmen.

Recognized?

I saw him
at the Reichenbach Falls.

MURDOCH:
Reichenbach Falls.

Where you and Moriarty had
your final confrontation.

Not as final as I'd hoped.

And when did you see
this henchman in Toronto?

Yesterday.

I was traveling
on the Queen St. carr,

and by the time I disembarked,
he was gone.

But I found the paper
he was reading

and recognized a section
of the page was missing.

I purchased another copy,

and on the missing page
was a coded message

specifying a time and place.

Suspecting a robbery,
I set about to thwart it.

By disguising yourself
and unhitching the horses.

HOLMES:
I informed the police,

but they were even slower
than I expected.

Sirs, the dead guard had
a sweetheart

who worked in accounts
at the Spadina branch.

He used to visit her.

That's likely how he found out
about the cargo.

CRABTREE:
What's curious is that

almost all the money was left
in the getaway carriage.

The only thing taken
from the scene

was two safe deposit boxes,

one of which we retrieved.

Maybe the thieves
weren't after the money.

They were after the contents
of the safe deposit boxes.

Right. George,
bring in the bank manager.

We need to know
what was inside of them.

Sir.

Oh, and, George, if you
could please pick up a copy

of yesterday's Gazette.

CRABTREE:
Will do.

So, you're telling me

you believe "Sherlock's"
story about the codes?

Well, sir, a coded message
in a newspaper article

would be an effective way
to convey information

about routes, cargo.

Murdoch, I'll leave you to it.

I trust he hasn't managed
to give you the slip again.

MURDOCH:
He's in the interview room.

[ Door opens ]

You don't look much like
an alienist.

What makes you think...

You've been brought in
to assess my sanity.

Detective Murdoch,
for all his scientific pretense,

is no more imaginative
than Inspector Lestrade.

DR. OGDEN: Why don't you tell me
about yourself?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.
I'm a consulting detective.

Until five years ago,
I resided at 221B Baker St.

With my friend Dr. Watson.

Since then, I have become
somewhat peripatetic.

When were you born?

The 6th of January, 1860.

You don't look 40.

A fact I attribute
to a stringent diet.

Tell me more.

I don't wish to be a bore.

It won't bore me.

It bores me!

Moriarty is out there,
and I'm in here!

Please, Doctor,
make the detective see sense.

You're obviously very close
to him.

What makes you think that?

When I called his competence
into question, you stiffened.

If he were just a colleague,
you might have defended him.

Instead, you chose
to remain silent,

fearing your response
might betray your feelings.

And with only that,
he was able to deduce

that I have feelings for you.

Well, he's quite perceptive,
isn't he?

He's not psychotic, though.
His logic is clear.

Julia, the man
genuinely believes

that he's Sherlock Holmes.

He's suffering from a delusion
of identity. It's not uncommon.

There's a woman at the asylum
who believes she's the queen.

As long as their delusion
is not challenged,

they're quite harmless.

What are the chances
of something like this

springing fully formed
in adulthood?

The delusion is usually
a compensatory response

to emotional trauma
in childhood.

He likely has
some psychiatric history.

I'll see what I can find.

Thank you, Julia.

Dr. Grace, what have you?

The bank guard was killed
by a bullet wound to the heart.

Left ventricle.

- Have you retrieved...
- .38 caliber.

Same as the first murder.

Hmm.

Sirs!

I think I've found the code.

Have a look
at the funeral listings,

third one down on the left.

The time and location
of the funeral

correspond
to that of the robbery.

The coded message is real.

Our Mr. Holmes
was telling the truth.

Or he placed it there himself.

For what purpose?

BRACKENREID: I don't know,
but I don't trust him.

Gentlemen, I've found
the identity of your Sherlock.

His name is David Kingsley.
He was a patient of Dr. Roberts.

He was institutionalized?

For a number of years.

Does he have any family?

He has an uncle.

His father died
when David was an infant.

His mother when he was 12.

Care for the boy fell to me.

That must have been traumatic
for the boy.

He, uh... He withdrew
into a fantasy world.

The obsessive reading
was one thing,

but when he started thinking
he was Sherlock Holmes,

my wife couldn't cope.

We had him committed.

MURDOCH:
When was he released?

Six months ago.

The doctor said he was cured.

Obviously, he was wrong.

Is he in trouble?

We believe he may have been
involved in an armed robbery.

Oh, dear Lord.

How?

That's what we're attempting
to find out.

May I see him?

[ Door opens,
footsteps approaching ]

OSCAR:
Hello, David.

I'm sorry. You're mistaking me
for someone else.

David, it's me.
Uncle Oscar.

I have no uncle.
Detective, you must release me.

Let me help you solve this case.

David, please.

My name's Sherlock Holmes!

I'm sorry, Mr. Kingsley.

That's it?

Hardly worth knocking off
an armored car for.

Who owns this box?

Let's see.

It belongs
to a Mr. Joshua Grady,

a provincial court judge,
I believe.

And who owns the missing box?

It's owned by Mr. Edward
Hopkins on Eglinton Ave.

Sir, I had a thought
about our Sherlock fellow.

What's that, George?

Well, quite by chance,
Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle

is attending a conference
in New York.

Really? Have you informed him
of our little problem?

I did. I thought, you know,
if our man met his creator...

That's an excellent idea,
George.

Whoever Edward Hopkins is,
he doesn't live here anymore.

Yes, but someone has been here.

Probably youngsters, sir.

They're prone to this kind
of thing at that age.

I know I was.

George, have a look
at the lathe and plaster.

It's been pulled off
at the bottom of the walls.

Someone was looking
for something.

Sir, some of this mail
goes back 10 years.

Yes, most of it's been opened.

Look at this postmark.
It's quite recent.

Right, let's round up
all of this mail,

and see if we can find out
what's going on here.

Yes, sir.

Sir, you're releasing him?

We've had him for 24 hours.

We can't hold him
unless we charge him.

HOLMES:
Detective.

Professor Moriarty has left us
another coded message.

According to this, he's meeting
his men at 398 Simcoe St.,

9:00.

I don't know about you,
Detective,

but this is one meeting
I plan to attend.

They're late.

Perhaps we deciphered the code
incorrectly.

No.

We're at the right place
at the right time.

Unless...

Detective,
we must leave immediately.

Why?

The coded messages
were meant for me.

He knows I'm getting too close.

- What?
- [ Gunshot ]

Mr. Holmes!

Is that cocaine?

You'll feel
some localized numbing.

It's been awhile
since I've had cocaine.

Ah!

I was a fool, Detective,

to have underestimated
Moriarty like that.

It would have been obvious to
him that I had cracked his code.

How else could I have foiled
his robbery?

.38 caliber.

The same weapon was used
in all three shootings.

HOLMES:
Of course it was.

It was Moriarty's gun.

You wouldn't by chance have
a little more of that cocaine,

would you?

BRACKENREID:
Bollocks.

- There is no Moriarty.
- Of course not.

But the same gun that was used

to shoot the getaway carriage
driver and the bank guard

was also used
to shoot Mr. Kingsley.

I'm still convinced that
he's trying to pull a fast one.

I hardly think he would
orchestrate his own shooting.

Maybe he was once
a part of this gang.

Maybe there was bad blood.

That would explain his presence
at the crime scene

and how he could decipher
their code.

He knows what they've stolen,
and he wants it.

And he's going to get it

by dressing up
as Sherlock Holmes?

Oh, I don't know, Murdoch,

but until we figure it out,
I want him back in custody.

Actually, sir, he may be
more valuable working with us.

I have to admit he's picking up
on things that I've overlooked.

You know, you won't find
Moriarty in the mail.

I'm not looking for Moriarty
right now.

This mail goes back 10 years.

Yes.

Was the house ransacked?

How did you know?

It's elementary,
Constable Crabtree.

He hasn't lived in the house
for 10 years,

yet the property taxes were paid
in full

and someone
has been opening his mail,

and that someone
is looking for something.

But what?

Match the discarded mail
to the envelopes.

Whatever's missing

contained something of interest
to the killer.

Sir.

What have you, George?

This was the last piece of mail
Edward Hopkins received.

Whoever's opening his mail
kept the contents of this one.

Bank of Toronto.

Yes, I've asked the manager
to come down.

Perhaps he can shed
some light on its contents.

Very good idea, George.

Actually, sir,
it was Mr. Holmes' idea.

Of course it was.

Thank you for coming in.

Moriarty!

Congratulations, Detective.

You've just captured
the Napoleon of crime.

I'm just a bank manager.

Of course it was your ruse.

What were you after?
Was it the Star of Tarsus?

The Star of Tarsus?

That's it.
Lock him up!

How did you survive
the Reichenbach Falls?

I saw you go over the edge!

A letter was sent
to all bank customers

letting them know their
accounts were being transferred.

Along with a list of assets?

BANK MANAGER:
Of course.

And what were
Mr. Hopkins assets?

Um, a savings account
in the amount of $479.

And, of course,
the safe deposit box.

When was the safe deposit box
rented?

Um, July 7, 1890.

And the last activity
on that account?

July 7, 1890.

BRACKENREID: I can see leaving
a house behind,

even a safe deposit box,

but money in the bank?

Sirs, Mr. Holmes has deduced
that Mr. Hopkins was murdered.

Deduced, has he?

Yes, sir.

When one eliminates the
impossible, then what remains...

The problem with
deductive reasoning, George,

is that one must first conceive
of every possibility.

Now, Mr. Hopkins may be dead,

but he may also be unable
to retrieve his money.

So before we deduce
that he's dead,

perhaps we should check
to see if he's in prison.

Fair enough.

On another note,
I think I know why Mr. Holmes

thought the bank manager
was Moriarty.

This is Moriarty.

Bloody hell.
Looks just like him.

Poor bugger.
Perhaps he is just a crackpot.

I was wrong, Detective.

That man was not Moriarty.

Moriarty's eyes burn
with intelligence.

The man I locked eyes with
back there was not him.

MURDOCH:
Is this Moriarty?

HOLMES:
My God.

Whoever drew this
has captured him perfectly.

He's still out there, Detective.

We must bring him down.

Sir, no prison in Ontario

currently has an Edward Hopkins
serving time.

There was, however,
an inmate by that name

who served about six months

in the Central Prison
back in 1885.

What was his crime?

Robbery.

Right, George, find out who else
was in Central Prison

at the same time as Mr. Hopkins.

Good thinking, Detective.

When one is in jail,

one's associates are the type

likely to rob
an armored carriage.

That's not him.

Oh, we won't find Moriarty
this way, Crabtree!

He's far too clever to be caught
using conventional tactics.

Detective Murdoch is anything
but a conventional sleuth.

You know, I've read
all of your stories,

and I believe he's your equal
in every regard.

My stories?

Oh! That Watson.

Always scribbling down
our little adventures.

I do miss him sometimes.

- Mm.
- That's him!

That's the man I saw.

Moriarty?

No, his henchman.

His name is Sebastian Moran.

He's an expert
on using nitroglycerin

to blow open safes.

Or armored carriages.

Do we have a last known address?

There are two that we know of.

Right. Crabtree and I
will go to Shuter St.

You take Sherlock here
and go to Spadina.

And remember,
this fellow's dangerous,

so stop by the armory
on your way out.

This cigar was stubbed recently.

Very good, Detective.

Must have left
by the fire escape.

Detective.

"Aurora."

It appears you were mistaken
about the fire escape,

Detective.

So, Moran, we meet again.

Do you remember me?

- Don't! Don't!
- HOLMES: I won't.

Not yet.

But very soon
you'll lose consciousness

and my friend here will have
to support your entire weight.

Then I'll shoot.

Give me that!

What does it mean?

Perhaps it's a reference
to the town of Aurora,

north of the city,
along Yonge St.

You know, in one of my
cases, "The Sign of the Four,"

a treasure was being conveyed

on a steamship called
the Aurora.

This isn't about
"The Sign of the Four."

Well, no.
These circumstances recall.

"The Case of the Vanished Star."

I don't remember that one.

It was one of
my most troubling cases.

A valuable diamond called
the Star of Tarsus

was stolen by Moriarty
and one of his henchmen,

but they...

BRACKENREID: This isn't about
any work of fiction!

Real men are dead!

And I don't want to hear

anymore
Sherlock bloody Holmes stories!

Sir, Arthur Conan Doyle is here.

Ah.

Mr. Doyle!

Arthur!
Pleasure to see you again.

Inspector.
Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Doyle. Thank you for coming
on such short notice.

DOYLE: Oh, how could I
possibly resist?

It's not often

that a writer gets to meet
his own creation.

Arthur Conan Doyle,
meet Sherlock Holmes.

What you're suggesting,

after I strip away
the condescension,

is that I don't exist.

You exist as a man, sir,

but Sherlock Holmes
is an artistic invention.

I created him.

Um, look.

This book was written
by Arthur Conan Doyle.

Yes?
I am Arthur Conan Doyle.

I'm familiar
with these scribblings.

I always assumed
you were a pseudonym

for my dear friend Dr. Watson.

It appears you have put
your name on his work.

Given that you seem to
have earned your reputation

on the basis of my adventures,

I submit to you, Mr. Doyle,
that I created you.

All right, then,
um... Mr. Holmes,

I suppose you're familiar
with the story.

"The Final Problem."

I am.

Well, you died in that story,
did you not?

No. I shamefully led Watson
to that conclusion.

Moriarty's agents
were determined to kill me.

I had to make them think
I was already dead.

There were two sets
of footprints

leading to the edge
of the falls.

There were none coming back.

How did you survive?

I retraced
my own footsteps backwards

to where I could scale
the cliff face and escape.

Actually, that's not bad.

What did you do after that?

I set out to see the world.

I met the Dalai Lama in Tibet,
Caliphate in Sudan.

Eventually, I came here
and caught sight of Moran.

Moran?

Sebastian Moran, one of...

HOLMES:
One of Moriarty's henchmen.

Or do you not know his name?

Gentlemen, this conversation

is bringing us no closer
to Moriarty.

Sebastian Moran.
Rather like the sound of that.

Oh, no, no, no, he's insane.

He's insane. Floridly so.

But he has some damn good ideas.

Mr. Doyle, what can you tell us

about "The Case
of the Vanished Star"?

- The what?
- It's one of your stories.

MURDOCH:
Yes, about the diamond.

The Star of Tarsus.

It features Moriarty,
his henchman.

Detective, I have never written
a story

called "The Case
of the Vanished Star."

It was 10 years ago.

I'd just solved
"The Case of the Sign of Four"

and was about to conduct
chemical experiments with gypsum

when a young lad appeared
at my door.

In Toronto?

No, London.
Baker St.

I only came to Canada
after Reichenbach Falls.

- We've been over this.
- Yes, carry on.

HOLMES:
He was about 13,

although the sorrow in
his eyes made him look older.

I knew from his countenance...

I don't care
about his bloody countenance.

Get to the facts.

What did the boy want you to do?

Solve the murder of his father
and retrieve the Star of Tarsus.

The diamond.

The boy's father had joined
with a couple of thieves

to steal a precious diamond.

They replaced it
with a glass replica

so no one would know
it was gone.

And what happened to the father?

HOLMES:
He was double-crossed.

The henchman Moran shot him
on the orders of Moriarty,

but not before he hid
the diamond

where only his son
would know where to look.

And where was that?

I don't know.

He promised his son
a clue would come to him,

but none ever did.

And what was this boy's name?

If memory serves me correctly,

his name was David Kingsley.

Isn't David Kingsley
Sherlock's real name?

It is.

So you're thinking
he's remembering details

of an actual crime committed
when he was a 13-year-old boy?

That's right.

Sir, perhaps Aurora is the clue

that David Kingsley
never received.

Bloody hell.

Maybe it was a reference
to "The Sign of Four."

His father must have known
that he liked Sherlock Holmes.

MURDOCH: Perhaps.
But, sir, what puzzles me

is that David Kingsley's father
died in 1878.

David would have only been
an infant.

So, who's the father
in this story?

The man you're talking about
is, uh, Ted Hopkins.

As in Edward Hopkins?

He's a no-good who took up
with David's mother

after his father died.

Would David have considered
Mr. Hopkins his father,

by chance?

Yes, which made what he did
so despicable.

What did he do?

The bastard bolted
when the going got tough.

Left David to nurse
his dying mother all by himself.

Actually, we suspect
that Mr. Hopkins was killed

in a criminal double-cross
some years ago.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

He consorted with that type.

Mr. Kingsley, does the word
"Aurora" mean anything to you?

Aurora?

No. Why do you ask?

It was a message left
in a safe deposit box

that belonged to Mr. Hopkins.

We suspect
it has something to do

with the name of a boat
from a Sherlock Holmes story.

Sunrise.

I'm S ry?

"Aurora" means "sunrise."

CRABTREE:
Detective.

I could find no reference
to the Star of Tarsus,

but there is a diamond
called the Star of Tehran,

and it's here in Toronto.

It's currently being housed
at the Persian consulate.

How big is it?

- 43 carats.
- BRACKENREID: [ Whistles ]

That'd be worth a bob or two.

That's $100,000 exactly.

Well, we'll need the consulate
to verify if it's genuine.

Sir, it's being done
as we speak.

So, what now?

We need to speak
with David Kingsley.

DR. OGDEN: You're weightless,
free from all constraint.

You have no body.

Can you feel the chair
beneath you?

No.

Who are you?

I'm Sherlock Holmes.

Who is David Kingsley?

He was a client of mine.

Let's go back
to your 13th birthday.

Where are you?

I'm at home in Knightsbridge.

My brother Mycroft is visiting
from Oxford.

I've never seen
anything like this.

He's created a complete history
for himself.

Can you break him out of that?

I don't know.

Um... bring him out.

At the count of three,
you will be fully awake.

1..2... 3.

Dr. Ogden, may I have
a few moments with Mr. Holmes?

Of course.

[ Clears throat ]

Mr. Holmes, how did you deduce

that it was the henchman
that killed David's father?

I didn't.
David saw it.

He was hiding in a closet

when Moran came in
and shot his father.

Hmm.

When did you first see Moran?

HOLMES:
In Switzerland.

Then how do you know it was
the same man that David saw?

Hmm?

Think, Mr. Holmes.

Switzerland could not have been
the first time you saw Moran.

Why are you badgering me
with these trifles?

MURDOCH:
Not trifles.

You claim to have recognized
a man that you've never seen.

Think, Mr. Holmes.

When did you first see him?

[ Gunshots ]

Was it you hiding behind
that door?

HOLMES:
No, that was David.

Then how do you remember him?

It must be your memory.

You saw Moran walk in
and shoot your father.

No, David did!

Did David see Moriarty?

No.

He was in the shadows.

That's why your only remembrance
of Moriarty

is from the illustration
from a book.

You've never seen Moriarty

because David
has never seen Moriarty.

You stop this!

MURDOCH:
You are not Sherlock Holmes!

You are David Kingsley!

You were the young boy
who saw his father killed

in front of him.

This is impossible.

Recognizing the face
of a man you have never seen

is impossible,

and if you eliminate
the impossible,

what remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth!

- Stop this, please!
- Tell me who you are!

I'm David Kingsley! Now will you
just leave me alone?!

I'm sorry, David.

How long have I been pretending
to be Sherlock this time?

I don't know.

As long as I've known you.

I thought it was over.

I thought I was better.

I always thought of Ted
as my father,

and in every sense, he was.

We both loved Sherlock Holmes.

He used to read the stories
to me.

What about "The Case
of the Vanished Star"?

He told that story to me
the night before he died.

I think he suspected
they were going to kill him.

But he wasn't certain,

so he told you what happened

in the form
of a Sherlock Holmes story.

BRACKENREID:
Knowing that if he was killed,

you would understand
that the story was true,

that the diamond
actually existed.

And that's why he put
the clue in a safe deposit box.

He assumed it would be
bequeathed to you.

BRACKENREID:
But his body was never found,

so the will was never executed.

CRABTREE:
Sirs.

May I present...

the Star of Tehran.

Cut glass.
Completely phony.

BRACKENREID:
So the real one was stolen,

exactly like the story.

David, I have one more question.

What does Aurora mean to you?

It was the name of
the toy steamboat I used to sail

on the creek
on my father's property.

It was called Sunrise,

but after we read
"The Sign of the Four,"

we called it the Aurora.

Sir, come with me.
Stay here.

MORAN:
Is it in there?

Ugh!

MURDOCH:
It's not in there.

I don't know if it ever was.

We've been looking for the stone
for 10 years!

Where is it?

I honestly have no idea.

Drop the knife.

MURDOCH: Sebastian Moran,
Oscar Kingsley,

you're both under arrest
for robbery and murder.

Bloody hell.

It was you, Uncle.

All this time,
you were Moriarty.

David, put that down.

You killed my father!

He was not your father.

He was to me!

And you had him killed.

And for what? This?

Squeeze it hard, Uncle.

Clasp it lovingly to your chest,

'cause you're about to die
for it.

- Don't be a fool, son.
- Don't do this, David.

Sherlock wouldn't do this.

I'm not Sherlock anymore.

MURDOCH:
Be him again.

Be the man
you were destined to be.

Holmes believed in logic,
deduction, intellect,

and, above all, the rule of law.

He killed my father.

Yes, but we've caught him.

We've caught him

using the skills
that you learned.

If you kill this man,

you will turn your back

on everything
that has ever mattered to you.

That isn't who you are.

That isn't the man
you want to be.

Gentlemen, shall we?

"Sign of the Four."

One of mine, I believe.
I hope you're enjoying it.

Of course.

You're off, Mr. Doyle?

Yes. Returning to New York,

then catching a steamship
back to England.

I was rather hoping
that I could have a chat

with our young Sherlock
before I go.

Is he about, perchance?

Oh, he's under observation
at the asylum.

No longer, I'm afraid.
I just came from there.

In fact, I have a message
from your Dr. Ogden.

"The skeleton trick
is now the coat-rack trick."

She said you'd understand.

Of course.

DOYLE:
Damn my luck.

I thought I'd milk him
for some more new ideas.

Are you thinking
of bringing Holmes back,

by any chance, Arthur?

DOYLE:
Indeed, I am.

I thought I'd written myself
into a corner,

but he's given me a way out.

Have a pleasant voyage.

Well, it's always a pleasure
to see you both.

- Arthur.
- Right. Cheerio.

So, it's all wrapped up, then.

Except for the diamond,
of course.

I'm guessing
that's lost forever.

You know, I'm not so sure.

According to
"The Sign of the Four,"

the treasure was thrown
overboard the steamship Aurora,

to prevent it from falling
into the wrong hands.

Bloody hell.

David said he sailed
his toy boat

on a creek
on his father's property.

I was wondering when
you'd figure it out, Detective.

Please return this
to its rightful owner.

The Persian consulate has
offered a substantial reward

for its return.

Who shall I say found it?

Sherlock Holmes, of course.

Detective.

Good luck, Mr. Holmes.

- Inspector.
- Mr. Holmes.

He's back to being Sherlock,
then.

For him, I suspect
the fiction in his life

is less painful than the fact.

Hmm.

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