Sherlock & Daughter (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

1
This crisis with my sister
and Dr. Watson's kidnapping.
Who did he give us?
I can't take this case.
You will observe the thread.
But Watson and Hudson
will pay like your maid.
Do you know anyone in London?
A gentleman who lives
on Baker Street.
How mysterious.
Paul Anderson, newly
appointed US ambassador.
This morning we woke to
find my daughter, missing.
Clara is missing?
You're the girl from the ship.
Who are you?
You're my father.
I do not believe for a
minute you are my offspring.
I do find myself in
need of an assistant.
Clara Anderson's
kidnapping is a crime
in which I may not
visibly involve myself.
You could go where I cannot.
(suspenseful music)
The Kidnapping of the
ambassador's daughter actually
began in the kitchen with
the summons from upstairs.
While the maid took
the hot water jar
to the ambassador and his wife,
Charlie saw his opportunity
and added a sleeping
draught to the cocoa.
Soon, the house fallen silent,
Charlie was able
to abduct Clara.
I assume he carried the
girl down the stairs
out the back door,
put her in the
ambassador's coach
and drove out the gate
headed to the high road,
but did you turn left or right?
I'm ready to go, Mr. Holmes.
What, the devil?
I was just about to ascertain
which way the kidnapper went.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I was up half the night.
Excitement, I guess.
You said you would teach me.
Ah, yes.
So I shall.
Your first lesson
will begin at once.
Come.
(theme music)
I thought my lessons
would be in detection.
Finding Clara Anderson,
learning how to investigate
my mother's murder.
To assist me, you must
learn to follow instructions
far more complex than
properly boiling an egg.
Now, take this, and let's
put your work to the test.
Follow me.
(footsteps)
So it wasn't terrible?
It's your best attempt yet.
You may soon be
capable of porridge.
Now to examine your artistry.
(mellow music)
Detailed hand.
Good likeness.
(knock and door opening)
Mr. Holmes, the American
ambassador is downstairs again
with Inspector Bullivant.
Show them in.
Wait in the other room.
Mr. Holmes will see you now.
Thank you.
Gentlemen.
Any news?
Ambassador Anderson insisted
on thanking you personally,
but he has entrusted his
case entirely to the yard.
Along with my own pinkertons.
I assume you know that agency?
Yes, I am familiar
with their work.
But my wife and I wish to
say how grateful we are
for your efforts.
You're most welcome.
Did the kidnappers
contact you, sir?
Have you been
asked for a ransom?
It's my case now, Mr. Holmes.
No need to concern
yourself further.
We'll be on our way.
Inspector, did you manage to
locate Mr. Anderson's carriage?
Or its remains?
We will, I promise.
Bye.
Ambassador Anderson,
are you certain nothing else
was taken from your house?
Quite sure, sir.
Why do you ask?
Mr. Holmes likes his riddles.
Come, sir, we've work to do.
(door closing)
Now that I have been
officially let go,
I can more easily investigate
Clara's kidnapping.
You wanted to be dismissed.
It was a vital precondition to
involving myself in the case,
which still engages me
for several reasons.
I have good cause to
believe the same people
who abducted Clara have
been involved in taking
other hostages.
Tell me about the
Ambassador's wife.
Clara said her mother's
family owned gold mines.
She wanted Clara to
marry a lord or a duke,
and she was planning
Clara's debut at a port.
I'm sure Her Majesty must
be brimming with excitement.
And this is your
first assignment.
I want you to return to
the Ambassador's residence,
Incongneito
as a servant and find
answers to these questions.
Oh, I have some ideas of my own.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
A thousand times no.
You will concentrate
entirely on my inquiries.
Okay, but won't the Ambassador
and his wife recognize me?
Well, you'll be working
mainly with plaster
in the grounds of the
house to take impressions
of hoof and boot prints
of the crime scene,
and in the meantime, you may
continue your association
with a cook in the kitchen
where you will never be noticed.
Now follow these
instructions, do nothing more,
and certainly do nothing less.
All right, Mr. Holmes.
Here, here.
Oh.
(door opening)
(door closing)
My dear Watson, where are you?
(mellow music)
(upbeat music)
(city ambiance)
What's this?
Oh, it's a little plaster.
The Ambassador asked
me to pour it into the
foot and hoof prints
around the grounds.
He wants them saved
for the Inspector
before the crime
scene gets messed up.
It's no job for a maid.
Allow me.
We Pinkertons are used
to this sort of thing.
(soft music)
(upbeat music)
This one.
Right there.
(pouring plaster)
(upbeat music)
Anything else, Miss?
Yeah, could you
rinse that pail out
and put it back in
the potting shed?
I really gotta get back inside.
Yeah.
'Ere I thought you worked
for that Mr Holmes.
I did, but he's unmarried,
and I worry about my reputation,
so I asked to be sent here.
Well, I'm glad of the help.
The Mistress wants
me to go on as I do,
but the Ambassador
has all his Pinkertons
on the Hunt.
On the Hunt for what?
Can't find his wife's jewel box,
working up his
courage to tell her.
See, he ain't got
no brass himself,
so that makes losing
hers that much worse.
And hear them gems
is worth a palace.
But, I thought Ambassador
Anderson's was rich.
Lost his shirt when an
American railroad company
went bankrupt, so all
the Mistress' money now
well er and 'er father's.
Imagine losing your daughter
in a great fortune
on the same night,
and all to the coachmen.
Charlie never stole no jewels.
You mark my words it's one of
them Pinkertons as nicked 'em
Charlie's sweet.
Walked out with me on a
few of our evenings off.
Lucky you.
Where did he take you?
The seven bells in Stepney
Always bought me a port wine.
And he tell me about his gold.
Charlie has gold.
Was going to inherit it.
Any day.
And when he did, he said
he'd take me to America.
But now, they'll find
him and hang him.
Just you see they don't.
(music)
(upbeat music)
Must be wonderful to have
such beautiful dresses.
Well, Mama and I have
to look good for Papa.
Down the stairs, look, you've
got a reporter coming up here.
You have to be
invisible to get by me.
(door opening)
Let!
Go!
Take your hands off of me!
I can arrest you
for trespassing.
I told your employers services
are no longer required.
He doesn't know I'm here.
Please don't tell Mr. Holmes.
What is going on?
We found Holmes' maid snooping
around Clara's bedroom.
Clara was my friend
and I promised
that I would do
everything to find her.
If we don't need Mr. Holmes,
we certainly don't
need his maid.
But It isn't necessary
to arrest her.
No publicity, I said.
Please, Inspector, allow
me to show the girl out.
Very well.
Should have found
you interfering
in my investigation again.
Why are you here?
Really.
To help you find your
daughter, like I promised,
even if it cost me my job.
Charlie was our coachman.
I know him.
Maybe he was involved,
but planning something like
this is beyond his abilities.
We cannot approve
of these methods,
but we appreciate your efforts.
(door opening)
(city street ambiance)
(upbeat music)
I accept you may have
some deficiencies
as an actual servant,
but surely pretending to be
one was not too much to ask.
I did my best.
And if I hadn't gone
back into Clara's room,
I never would have seen that
her travel dress was missing.
And if I hadn't been caught,
then I never would
have been rescued
by the ambassador's wife.
And I wouldn't know what
she thought about Charlie.
Blind luck.
Better to deduce than to guess.
If you want to solve
your mother's murder,
you will benefit more from
skill than good fortune.
And I ordered you to
stay close to the cook
with whom you would
never have been noticed.
You're only caught
because you disobeyed me.
Now, putting aside
all consideration of
the missing jewels,
are you certain that
these footprints
going from the coach house
to the ambassador's residence
and back are precisely the same?
One set of footprints
leading into the house,
another leading out.
Same heel, same
stride, same man.
And a large fellow at that.
Had no small footsteps.
So you believe that
whilst a hot water jar
was taken up to the
Anderson's bedroom,
a sleeping draught was
introduced to the cocoa,
and then?
Charlie carried
Clara unconscious
from the house to the carriage.
And these footprints tell us
nothing we didn't already know.
On the contrary, these
footprints are most eloquent.
They explain why the
kidnapper left no ransom note.
They explain why Clara's
favorite travel dress was gone.
And they confirm that
Charlie did indeed
have an accomplice
inside the household.
Now, what of these hoof
prints of the missing horses?
The black one.
(rapid page turning)
With the white star
on his forehead,
he has a large nick
in his left foreshoe.
He'd be easy to identify
if I knew where to look.
Or if we found the carriage.
(rapid page turning)
Torn up, tossed away.
Where then are its ruins?
In London, it would
be very difficult
to destroy an expensive carriage
without attracting
too much attention.
Now, this is especially true
if one is not used to
destroying carriages.
Who's used to
destroying carriages?
Good question.
Yes.
Though I may not be seen
to investigate this case,
I can still sharpen
my discretion.
And while I saw the riddle
of the missing carriages,
you can find the horses
that drew it dead or alive,
as you florid Americans
are so fond of saying.
But how in a city
of a million horses
am I expected to find two?
Well, that should
prove no challenge
for a tracker of your
self-proclaimed prowess.
Now, there is a list
of every disreputable
beautiful stable
yard in the East End.
The ambassador's horses,
hoof prints, and markings
should be enough to
identify them both.
Find these noble steeds and
bring them to the address
at the bottom of the page.
What about the seven bells?
Don't you think
Charlie could be there
celebrating right now?
Why follow a coach when we
could follow the coachman?
Part of me is not so
incautious as you presume.
You have only one chance
to introduce yourself
to the charming clientele
of the Seven Bells,
so horses first,
horse, thief, later.
Bring them to this address
and you will receive
further instructions.
(high impact music)
(city street ambiance)
(high impact music)
(city street ambiance)
All clear, sir.
Ah, Mr. Holmes.
Well, this is a surprise.
You in the market for your
next carriage so soon?
No, no, no, Clarence.
Beyond its questionable
provenance,
I am perfectly satisfied
with my current vehicle.
Yeah, price was
right, Mr. Homes?
Did you a deal on
that and no mistake.
Speedy little thing.
No, I'm looking for
something a little smarter.
Oh, now that is a beauty.
Yes, do you recall having
seen such a carriage
recently?
Of course I would, but I didn't.
You know, I give
you my patronage,
not just for your craftsmanship,
but that's not a coach wheel.
It's stolen from Stepney to
Seven Oaks without you knowing.
You flater me Mr. Holmes,
but a vehicle like that
is beyond the purse of
customers like mine.
Present company
excluded, of course.
Shall we also make an
exemption for Her Majesty,
the Queen of the United
Kingdom and Empress of India,
or are you a purveyor of
carriage parts to the palace?
Well, if she ever called
upon me as her loyal subject,
I should be honored
to do her a deal.
Yes, you know, it's curious.
This impressive likeness is
the shop's only decoration
unrelated to your trade.
Yeah, I mean, God
bless her, you know.
Indeed so why keep the
object of your devotion
on this particular wall?
I just, this wall.
Mr. Holmes, please,
Um, that area's the first
Private
(soft music)
(soft music)
Young lady, that horse
is a veritable Pegasus
attached to a proper carriage.
You will feel you are in flight!
But maybe beyond
your purse there,
I could not part in
animals such as this.
For less than 40 pounds?
Or may I pat him?
Will he allow me?
Of course.
The noble beast.
(soft music)
(upbeat music)
(chuckling)
Look, the horse you
were trying to sell me
belongs to the
American ambassador.
I think that should lower
the price, don't you?
And where's the other one?
Pegasus had a friend.
All right, sir, I
admit that this vehicle
does bear a passing likeness to
the one in your picture, but
Note these initials: C.H.
Why, Mr. Holmes,
them's my initials.
Your humble servant,
Clarence Halfpenny.
Yes, but Clarence Halfpenny
was not the driver
of this coach when
it was used to kidnap
the American
ambassador's daughter.
That was one Charles
Charlie Holroyd.
Kidnapped? Yes.
The ambassador's daughter? Yes.
And for possessing
this carriage,
which is stolen property used
in the commission of a felony,
you, Clarence, could be
looking at breaking rocks
in Wormwood Scrubs Prison for
quite a few years to come.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you can't think
I would have bought
this here conveyance
had I any inkling it was stolen.
Perhaps you can explain that
to an understanding judge.
Or you could begin by
telling me where you met
the man who sold it to you.
What. May I? Please.
Well,
it's sad to say it
was, it was in a pub.
The seven bells in Stepney.
Why, Mr. Holmes,
you are as good
as the stories
make you out of me.
Yes.
And did Charlie not also
try to sell you some jewels?
How did you know he tried
to get me to buy some gems?
Did you buy them?
No sir. I did not.
I can't afford an
emerald at that size,
even if I wanted
it, which I didn't,
besides your friend,
Charlie the coachman,
wouldn't part with them jewels,
for less than twenty
thousand dollars.
Well, that's much less
than they're worth.
I can't even afford a
fifth of that in pounds.
But you did buy the carriage.
Yes, sir.
I have that misfortune.
And now I'm out, six
hundred dollars, I guess,
because you'd be wanting
that back, no doubt.
I'm afraid so.
One of the perils of
your trade, I'm afraid.
And before you ask me your
next question, Mr. Holmes,
I have no idea where that
thieving toerag ran off to.
Well, you may not
know where he went,
but you've just told
me where he is going,
and for that, I am
eternally grateful.
Did I?
Ouch.
(grunting)
Oh.
Look at that.
Not one of ours, Mr. Holmes,
but if you can help cover
my loss on this coach,
you can take that screw
free of charge, hmm?
Not one of yours.
Well, where did this
come from, I wonder?
Hand off the
horses, go upstairs,
and see the fortune teller.
Come on, then.
I was told to come
to this address
for further instructions.
I just gave you
further instructions.
Come on, give me the horse.
Okay.
Upstairs.
Here?
Yes, in there.
Go.
(suspenseful music)
This way, if you
please, Miss Rojas.
You probably weren't expecting
to speak to the dead
today, were you?
Uh, no.
(suspenseful music)
I came here.
No need to say.
I already know.
Goodbye Miss Rojas.
(suspenseful music)
Taken by surprise, are we?
You can't trap me in here.
I already am.
Maybe you shall be less trusted
in the house of the damned.
What did you do to
Sherlock Holmes?
Who?
Sherlock Holmes.
This is his watch.
Tell me where Sherlock is,
or I'll come in there and
I'll knock your head off.
(suspenseful music)
Careful.
I don't want to lose my teeth.
(playful music)
You nearly scared me to death.
I thought something
happened to you.
Well, disguises are
not only for criminals.
They are as vital to a detective
as the power of deduction.
Now, you were apprehended
by the inspector
because he recognized your
face and your uniform.
Because you went beyond
my specific orders
to stay with the servants
and strayed upstairs,
you have earned
yourself this surprise.
However, your concern
for me was very touching.
Fine.
You fooled me this time.
Well, I must fool
the world every time
if I am to investigate unseen.
For example, this disguise
has just helped me
to visit several pawnbroker
shops without being recognized,
allowing me to confirm
some of my suspicions
about the missing jewels.
But why must you
go unrecognized?
(sigh)
Well,
If you are to help me, Amelia,
but you should know as
much about the perils
in front of you as possible,
I must therefore share
with you a secret,
a secret that you must promise
never to divulge to anyone.
You have my word
as your daughter.
Alleged daughter.
Now, as I indicated earlier,
Clara Anderson is not the
first successful kidnapping
to compel my attention.
Are you talking about
the son of the
Italian ambassador?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Roberto was let go.
Alas, not so my dear
friend Dr Watson,
and my housekeeper Mrs Hudson,
both of whom were
abducted 2 weeks ago.
And so,
my maid.
The one they found in the river.
Yes.
Yes it is my fault I'm afraid.
Made the dreadful
mistake of searching for
when I had been warned
that should I be
seen to investigate
these kidnappings,
hostages would be executed. So
they drowned the poor girl in
the river, but not
before chopping
off her finger. Which they
then sent me in a pencil
box. When this despicable
band of thieves and
murderers commit crimes
at which they forbid
my interference, they
leave behind a signal,
forcing me to depart
without explanation.
Or else Watson or Mrs.
Hudson, could well die.
So at Ambassador Anderson's
house, that's what happened?
There was a signal
of some kind forcing
you to back off. Yes.
So I did. Yet I believe
that were we to solve
Clara's disappearance,
we might also find
my friends. And if I
could contrive some means
to question Charlie the
coachman, then, well,
you understand. Lives
depend on us, but we
have some very important
clues to decipher, the
most important. The
missing jewels. Yes, why
they're so important.
Because why kidnap Clara
if you've already stolen
her ransom?
Very good. Very
good indeed. You'll
make a possible detective
yet. Already prove
your prowess as a tracker.
How much did Charlie
receive with his stolen
horses? Forty dollars a piece,
but they were worth a lot
more. Well, this information
confirms my suspicions.
What'snext?
Take one of the horses you
retrieved and go directly to the
seven bells in Stepney.
I hear the proprietor
is looking for a barmaid.
A barmaid? There are
very few roles for young girls
in public houses unless you
prefer to pose as
a street creature
of easy virtue. No, I would
not. No. Here, take this.
Another list. Instruction
firms employing
joiners and carpenters
that made something
of a study of nails and screws.
But this one, plexus me.
See if you can find its
origin and its purpose please.
You couldn't find anything
smaller for me to do? A chip of
gravel, a little ash.
Never underestimate
a piece of evidence because of
its size. In order to solve your
mother's murder, you must master
every skill.
(music)
(page turning)
My customers don't have
a drink in their hand
every second.
Their bellies think
their throats have
been cut. You sure
you've done bar work
before? Yeah, lots.
(glass clinking)
I'll give you two
shillings for the shift.
If you're any good,
you can stay. Come on.
(live music)
I'm going to go. I need
to get some glasses
I can't serve any of
you until I've got some.
Put that on. You'll
ruin that dress
(foot stomping)
(muffled talking)
Do you know this man?
(muffled talking)
Do you know this man, Charlie?
(muffled talking)
Charlie Holroyd.
If I had 10 bob for every
girl in this boozer,
he told about his gold.
And they all fall for it.
Not you too?
No.
He's got a lady friend of
mine in terrible trouble.
Do you know where I
could find Charlie?
No.
He did used to tell all the
girls not to get attached.
Why?
Had a rich woman on
a string, didn't he?
Does this rich
woman have a name?
I'm sure she does.
But Charlie wouldn't tell me it.
Only that there'd be a big
difference in their ages.
Ruthie!
Alright!
Which I, of course, know.
Charlie don't mind.
(dramatic music)
(glasses clinking)
Uh, sorry.
Do you recognize
this type of screw?
Excuse me, do you recognize
this type of screw?
Do you by any chance
recognize this screw?
Spare a few coppers miss?
I'm afraid this is all I have.
Very kind of you, miss.
Excuse me, but are
you a carpenter?
Used to be.
But how could you tell?
Oh, of course.
There was a time where
you were only considered
a proper joiner if you've
lost a finger or two.
You don't recognize
this, do you?
That there screw is
particular to the
Withersea Coffin Factory.
Down by London docks
where my pa used to work.
You could search the
world for coffin screws
You'll find another
like that one.
(music)
(soft music)
Charlie.
Hello.
Oh, I know you.
Not you again.
I've been here
working all night.
Oh, have you then?
I knew you was under game.
Alright, you've
had your warning.
Look, please.
This is Claire Anderson,
the American
ambassador's daughter.
She was kidnapped the night
that you and I first met.
Chief Inspector told us
about her this morning.
The ambassador's coachman
is a suspected kidnapper
and he just went into
that coffin factory.
Did he now?
You go around
there, keep an eye.
I'll nip to the station
and bring back more men.
I'll be back a
bit after sunrise.
Oh, and miss.
Yes.
If you're hanging my chain,
you'll be in the clink so long
you'll forget what
daylight looks like.
Deal.
(dramatic music)
(city street sound)
(knock on door and opening)
Eggs done the way you like, sir.
And served early, as requested,
since we have to be off so soon.
Where's my new maid?
Miss Rojas, she hasn't returned.
Bring me the key to her room.
Sir, do you think that's proper?
I beg your pardon?
I know she's a foreign
girl without experience,
but to enter her private
Now see here, Mr. Halligan.
This foreign girl
may be in danger
and I wish to see if I can find
a clue as to her whereabouts.
Is that sufficient?
Or do I need to put
my request in writing?
(unlocking door)
That'll be all.
Go on and prepare for our trip
in the ambassador's carriage.
(dramatic music)
Not bad.
(fast page turning)
How quickly will they be here?
Stall as long as you can, mate.
Getting these hostages out
alive in a hurry will be a job.
But we'll think of something.
(dramatic music)
(city street ambiance)
(muffled screaming)
I want them gems Charlie.
No, I was supposed
to keep them until
Change of plans.
I've been tipped off,
police are on their way.
Hand them over now.
It's all there.
It had better be.
Where are we taking
the prisoners?
Watson and the housekeeper
are coming with us.
The girl goes with you.
Distract the police by
setting fire to this place
then untie the ambassador's
daughter's hands
and take her gag out.
Then drop the girl
off near our house
and make a break
for it and get good
and away from London boy.
No one can be seen
with you. Understand?
Take Clara home?
What?
I thought I was supposed to
We got the gems!
And the ambassador's
giving up the keys,
so his daughter
has to be returned.
If I don't see flames,
when I look back
over my shoulder,
you'll rue the day.
(upbeat music)
Charlie!
Get a move on!
(upbeat dramatic music)
Two coffins?
(dramatic music)
Yaaah.
(dramatic music)
(city street ambiance)
Whoa, Whoa.
Get up.
Come on.
(muffled talking)
(upbeat music)
Here!
(dramatic music)
(police whistles)
(muffled talking)
Got him, Inspector!
Where's the
ambassador's daughter?
Oh, come on, find her.
(mellow music)
When I galloped around the
corner and saw Mr. Halligan
on the Ambassador's coach
I knew you'd be here.
How did you know
where to find me?
I didn't.
I came to intercept
Charlie before he and Clara
boarded the only ship
bound for America
in the next two days.
You guessed that Charlie
was taking Clara to America?
I never guess.
Charlie was in a great haste
to sell the ambassador's jewels
and horses, but for dollars,
not for pounds and dollars,
are not the currency
of this country.
He wouldn't part
from them jewels
for less than twenty
thousand dollars.
I beg you, please do
not tell my parents.
Don't tell your parents how
you planned your own kidnapping
and stole your mother's jewels.
How you opened your
parents' bedroom window
so they'd be cold enough
to ask for a hot water jar
allowing Charlie to dump
the laudanum into the cocoa
to drive us from the scent.
As I noted, Charlie did
indeed have a confederate
inside the household,
and here she is.
But I was told that there
was an age difference
between Charlie and
his rich girlfriend.
Yes, Charlie is 32, Clara is 17.
Now what happens to you next
depends on whether you are
capable of telling the truth.
Were there any others
being held hostage
in the coffin factory?
Yes, Mr. Holmes,
a man and wife,
though I never
heard their voices.
Why do you suppose they
were married, this couple?
Because when our
captors would take them
out of their coffins to
visit the laboratory,
they were referred
to as Doctor and Mrs.
Disaster.
How on earth did
you come up with
this preposterous kidnapping?
It was Charlie's idea.
He knew my parents
would never have agreed
to us being together, not
because Charlie is twice my age,
but because he is so
far below my station,
that it wasn't supposed to
happen until a month from now.
All of a sudden, Charlie
was in a desperate hurry.
He begged me to go with him.
He said he was in danger,
and he only asked me
to take the jewels so that
we might have an income
on which to live
when we married.
They are insured, Mr. Holmes.
My father is in debt.
It was also for his sake.
And even after your elopement
went so terribly wrong,
you were still prepared
to sail to America
with this criminal?
I was a fool!
I was used, tricked into
stealing from my own family
for an elopement, which
my parents' reputations
could have endured.
But if the world
thinks me a thief,
dear God, my father
will have to resign.
Whoa!
That may not be necessary.
This is where our paths diverge
but listen to me closely.
Charlie does not give
you away even in prison
for fear of his accomplices.
And I doubt if anyone
but I will discover
you are a self-kidnapping
jewel thief,
certainly not
Inspector Bullivant.
So I'm out of danger?
Hardly.
Charlie's employers let you
live, knowing what you know.
It's probably so they
can blackmail you.
So if and when they
contact you, send for me.
In the meantime, when
describing your rescue,
you may talk of Amelia,
but do not mention my name.
Do you understand?
Lives are at stake,
including your own.
(mellow music)
I pity you, Clara.
I hardly need tell
you any destination
but your parents' residence
would be extremely ill-advised.
(horse galloping)
How did you know about
Charlie and Clara?
When you told me
when you handed over
the plastered casts
of the footprints
going in and out of
the ambassador's house.
But there was just
one pair of boots
and a track going in
and out was the same.
Charlie carried
Clara from the room.
How could the footprints
be exactly the same,
both coming and going?
Surely the returning
set would be
It would have been deeper
because of the way
Charlie was carrying,
but they weren't deeper.
So Charlie knocked on Clara's
door with the all clear.
He left behind the candle
and the empty cup of
cocoa as misdirection and
they both exited
by the front door.
Clara in her favorite
travel dress,
which you noted was missing.
And I'm sure that Charlie
could have confirmed all this
and had I been able to
question him indeed,
were it not for you.
I might even now be
rescuing my friends
who suffer for their
closeness to me.
But I found them.
I found your friends.
I solved the riddle
of the screw.
It brought me to
the coffin factory.
I alerted the police.
That's why the
kidnappers escaped.
They knew the police were coming
and they fled with
their hostages.
How could they know?
Because I am dealing
not only with a greedy,
ignorant coachman and a
silly adolescent girl,
but with a vast criminal
syndicate of unbridled reach.
And yes, even inside the police,
a syndicate whose ultimate
purpose I'm here to comprehend.
But you can still
question Charlie.
He's in custody.
Do you think I could
just waltz into prison
without the whole world knowing,
or is this your plan all along
to destroy this
last chance I had
to rescue Watson
and Mrs. Hudson?
Why would you think that?
Because through your
actions, they are lost to me.
And all the time
you kept a secret.
How do you explain this,
which I found in your room?
Why was it there?
I have no time to
listen to your answer.
If you are who
you'll claim to be,
you'll say nothing of my
presence to the police.
Now we will continue
this conversation later.
Do not follow me.
I very much suspect you're
about to be arrested.
I told you not to run!
And now, you will come
into the station with us!
(dramatic music)