Sherlock & Daughter (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

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When this despicable band of
thieves and murderers commit
crimes at which they
forbid my interference,
they leave behind a signal. Or else
Watson or Mrs. Hudson could well die.
But you could go where I cannot.
Can't find his wife's Jewel box.
I hear the gems is worth a palace.
Why kidnap Clara before
you've stolen from me?
Please do not tell my parents.
Don't tell your parents
how you planned your
own kidnapping and
stole your mother's jewels.
I am dealing with a
vast criminal syndicate
of unbridled reach,
even inside the police.
They're bringing 'er right out, sir.
Thank you, constable.
Congratulations on your rapid
apprehension of this coachman
who kidnapped the American
ambassador's daughter.
The jewels on his person
did the criminal confess?
No, sir, but he'll eventually tell us all.
Sent him off to new gate.
But we kept the girl close.
No. No, no, no, no.
No. I'm not going anywhere
with that man. Take me back to my cell.
Here, here, young lady.
Be grateful you have
a benevolent employer.
That's willing to be personally
liable for your behaviour?
You're sure she's worth the trouble, sir?
Well, the girl has her faults, but
domestics are very difficult to train,
and I hate the thought of having to
start all over again with someone new.
I'm sure the girl will calm down
once she returns to the kitchen.
Usually work, sir.
I'm going back to Baker Street
and getting my things and leaving.
Very well. On your
current heading, it'll take
approximately 131 days
to reach your destination,
depending on the schedules of
various trains and steamers and
the probability of good
weather in the south java sea.
Are you saying that I'm
going in the wrong direction?
- Not wrong, merely eccentric.
- If you're open to a journey, a
briefer than circumnavigating the globe,
you could step into this cab
with which I came to rescue you.
Rescue me? I wouldn't need rescuing
if you hadn't abandoned me.
I didn't abandon you. I had to leave to
prevent the police from
recognising. Come along.
Maybe the coffin factory was meant to
burn. Have you ever thought about that?
And what thanks do I get for Clara?
I'm threatened, accused, arrested,
as if you and only you
can decide when a criminal is caught.
Not through the front door.
Blow it out your bottom.
Good heavens!
A message for you, sir.
Not now halligan.
You may pack your possessions,
but you may not leave. You've
been released into mine custody.
I will not spend another night in this
house with your insufferable smugness.
Key! The key!
Never mind.
Excuse me, Mr. Holmes
it's an urgent message in need of a reply.
- Read it to me then. A.A.
- Templeton insurance co, NY usa.
Request to immediately engage
your services, locating jewels
stolen from U.S.
ambassador London. Stop.
Favourable terms
expenses a £500 bonus if
jewels were recovered
or claimed legitimate.
Grateful for your prompt reply.
Stop. Albert Templeton, president.
My response to Mr. A Templeton,
regret must decline. Stop.
Present engagements preclude. Stop.
Good help, hard to find. Stop.
Amelia! Amelia, if you do not open this
door at once, I will
knock it down. Amelia!
Amelia, very well!
Sir! A person of your station
and reputation should not drag a
young scullery maid and
throw her out on the street!
Well, I beg you, sir. Let me do it.
Mrs. Halligan. I have this
completely under control.
Consider your honor, sir!
And I would urge you to
consider the life of your
sister, still the rightful
owner of this house.
Now, to rescue Mrs. Hudson
and Dr. Watson, I would instantly
trade my honour, my
reputation and my good fortune.
And yours too, if it came to it.
Now, saving Mrs. Hudson's life
requires me to enter this room.
So if Amelia does not immediately
open this door, I will knock it down.
However ill-used you feel, I took you
from the street when
you had nowhere to go.
I employed you, I fed you, and
you have repaid me for these
kindnesses by refusing
to follow my instructions
in a manner that has put my
closest friends beyond reach.
Then why free me from the
police then? If I destroyed a
plan that you never shared
with me, I'm an ingrate.
You say we're not related,
that my mother is a liar?
Well, you insist we are bound
by blood. But first you can tell
me how we are tied together by this.
Why is this red thread
so important to you?
Because this is the signal I
told you about. The signature of
the criminal syndicate responsible for
the kidnapping of my
friends, a red thread,
which they leave tied to
something at the scene of every
crime they would
forbid me to investigate.
There is a red thread
like this in Clara's room.
Yes.
And that's why you left.
Yes. You have another. Which
means you're either connected to
the red thread or else you
found it somewhere. Which is it?
It involves my mother's murder.
How? After all, this is a crime
you have insisted I should
help you solve. Well,
now I am so disposed.
Speak. Tell me everything.
As I recall, you were absent
during the attack, delivering
designs for a parade
float to Los Angeles.
Was anything missing on your return?
I didn't notice right away that
they took several map cases
filled with mama's mechanical drawings.
Surprising because many
of them were very old.
Indeed. And where was the red thread?
In the most terrible place.
Tied to this.
The murder weapon.
Wise of you to keep it?
And then?
I held on to her for a while.
I don't know how long ago.
- Of course. Of course you did.
- Was her body warm to the touch?
It was cold. Stiff.
So, rigamortis established but
not dissipated. Her death was
four to twelve hours before your return,
so there is nothing you
could have done to prevent it.
Were you able to identify
the number of attacks?
I counted the hooves of
four horses. They disappeared
at the river. And the
footprints it all went away.
So I thought out, premeditated.
What did you do next?
I buried her.
What is this picture?
It was her favorite photograph. Then
the time she worked
on the wild west show.
And this is the letter I read to
you where she says you're my father.
Yes. Wild west show, the most
celebrated theatrical
event of the 19th century.
There, there.
Here. Here.
Well, I'm sorry for your loss.
Your mother's murder
proves the syndicate
behind the red thread is
even larger than I feared.
They are able to reach across the world.
Why do they require
such size and scope?
Crime or crimes are
they hoping to commit?
What does your mother's
death have to do with it?
It appears her murder
and the kidnappings
are connected to a
much greater enterprise.
Let's talk about our plan for today.
Fortunately, we still have two
living links to the red thread,
namely Clara Anderson
and Charlie the coachman.
Now I must merely do the
impossible and visit Charlie in
prison without alerting
anyone to my presence.
And you must follow up
with your friend, Clara.
My friend?
Clara is a thief and a liar.
She stole from her own mother.
She's letting a man rot in jail for
kidnapping her when
she willingly went with him.
But Charlie did kidnap her.
Clara planned a fake abduction
unless she believed that she was
expecting to spend her
honeymoon in a coffin.
I'd say her elopement misfired
in a spectacular fashion.
And like us, the red
thread are fully aware of her
vulnerabilities and one day will
probably extort her
for their own purposes.
We cannot afford for her
misdeeds to become public
knowledge to be severed from us.
Well, I'm sure Clara thinks
she got away with everything.
Well, he must demonstrate
otherwise. Be blunt.
She'll respond better to cruelty
than to kindness and get to
her before the authorities
can question her.
Well, Clara has diplomatic immunity.
From the police, not from this
insurance investigator who is
likely to appear at the
house this very day.
I would have done so.
But you refused that, job.
Yes. Well, the mountain
inquiry into the kidnapping and
the duel theft will put me in
an open conflict with the red.
Thread. And for that,
I'm not yet prepared for
this detective hired by
the insurance company.
He could lead us to both the
jewels and your friends. And
like me, he can go where you can't.
Very good. Very good.
Soon you'll start to see
these advantages on your own.
And since it seems to be a
speciality of yours, then I'm
sure you can throw this
investigator on the defensive,
which will not only be good
for protecting Clara, but will
also convince the
investigator to question you.
And his interrogation will
likely provide a theory of the crime.
But why would the Andersons
let me into their house?
My horse chance was
one of the horses that
took Clara back home
when her father's carriage
so fetching him should provide an
excellent pretext for the visit.
And just this morning, Mrs.
Anderson sent me a card thanking
you for helping to find their daughter.
So she would seem very well disposed.
All right, then. I'll bring
chance back. I'll manage Clara.
And I'll challenge the
insurance investigator.
Thank you.
If you agree that from now on, we're
working on the case of
the red thread together,
and we won't stop before finding
out who murdered my mother and
bringing the killer to justice.
Agreed?
Agreed.
Now, I remember the last woman
who served as my maid was found
floating in the river thames for no
better reason than as a warning to me.
So exercise great caution.
Not, just for my sake, yours.
You must learn to cultivate humility.
Are you sure that's possible.
To start necessity. You can
only investigate the thread
while seeming to pursue
some other purpose.
You must learn to hunt
while looking like prey.
I can take care of myself.
No doubt. But do not confront anyone
or even acknowledge their presence.
Do nothing to promote suspicion
or attract unwanted attention.
I'm visiting the ambassador's
house. Reclaim your horse.
Nicely.
And I am calling on an
imprisoned man of no interest to
our enemies in the
hopeless misdirection.
We'll trick them into believing
my journey to new gate prison
has nothing to do with
Charlie the coachman.
Do you really think he knows where Mrs.
Hudson and Dr. Watson
have been taken?
Maybe not. But he certainly
knows his accomplices.
Newgate prison!
Sherlock Holmes, c prisoner
45262, professor James moriarty.
The professor don't get many visitors!
And he rarely agrees to meet anyone.
He'll see me,
Mr. Dankworth, I promise you.
Lead up.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
requesting a visit which
the governor allows.
Mr. 45262, face the wall.
Put your hands above your head.
Didn't expect to see you again.
I know her all right.
She can stay.
Ought to be ashamed of yourself
pretending to be things you ain't.
Sorry, I didn't want to lie.
Mr. Holmes made me do it.
What you here for today?
It's a collect, Mr. Holmes' horse chance.
And while I'm here, I
thought I might see Clara.
Clara ain't come out of
her room since she got back.
But, I'll go ask her mother.
What should I do with
you in the meantime?
Please stay here, sir.
While I assure myself of your safety.
Now you listen to me,
you horrible little man.
You will be in your best behavior
for this gentleman as he's visiting you.
Any malarky out of here
and you're for the hole
you got it, professor?
Shall I chain him for you, sir
no.
I'll be right outside should you need me.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, whom
I never thought to see again
in the waking world, what
could a poor prisoner like me
do for the greatest detective on earth?
Laying in on a bit thick,
aren't we, moriarty?
You are unused to the
deprivations of the condemned.
Better if I had not escaped
the reichenbach falls.
Please have a seat.
Thank you.
I'll stand.
Care for some lunch.
I find toasting prison
bread over an open flame
burns off most of the mold.
Appetising as that sounds, I decline,
though I do note in
passing neither your skin
nor your weight reflect
the ravages of a prison diet.
Perhaps you ward off
those perils with roast beef
and claret as one might
infer from this gravy stain
on your calf and this red
directly beneath your chin.
Not so incidentally, I note
that though there is no cell
next to yours on the western wall,
the hallway outside your
door goes on for another 20 feet
in that direction.
This ink on your fingertips
from perusing the newspapers,
none of which I see in evidence,
not even on this metal hook by the toilet
where most of your fellow prisoners find
their daily news best employed.
Perhaps the maid has
been around to clean already.
What an ingenious mechanism, may I?
Don't worry, James.
I'm not here to expose corruption
in her majesty's prisons.
I'm here on a much
more important errand
and one that affects us both,
and I should like to discuss it
with you without your assistant
eavesdropping in the hall.
I'm practically deaf from all after you.
Be quiet, you imbecile.
Yes, sir.
Pardon me if I demand proof
this private conversation is necessary.
I had wondered the recent
absence of your name in the
press and the
disappearance of Watson's
fawning puffery in the strand.
The rumor that he had
finally come to his senses
and abandoned you was
always highly suspect.
And knowing that you
still run your empire
from behind bars, I find
the decrease in those crimes
most commonly associated
with your known accomplices
equally remarkable.
Touching how we keep
up with each other from afar.
Very well.
Under the circumstances, I
shall consent to spend time
in your odious company.
May I?
Incredible.
Dankworth!
Yes, your professorship, sir.
One more for lunch.
I'm so glad you stopped by.
Your efforts to find our
daughter were very brave.
Cara will be down in a
moment to thank you in person.
But my husband and I are very anxious
to express our gratitude.
So we thought since
you will accept no reward,
perhaps you would consider
the offer to join our household.
Excuse me?
In the capacity of Clare's
personal chaperone,
given recent events, I
would feel more secure
if Clara had someone with
whom to go to dress shops
and to the theater and
other social engagements.
Would Clara enjoy this sort of company?
She has no friends in London,
and you've proven to
be loyal and discreet.
And it would mean quite a step up
in your social standing, Amelia.
Just think of all the great events
to which you would be adjacent.
Look, there she is now.
Clara, darling, look
who's come for a visit.
How very kind you are, Amelia,
and with everything else you have to do,
but I'm afraid I'm not yet quite myself.
Perhaps if you're able
to return next week?
Don't be silly, Clara, sit.
I'll see about more tea
while you thank Amelia.
I shouldn't be gone longer
than it takes the kettle to boil.
Please don't say you've come
to tell my parents everything.
Why shouldn't I?
You stole your own mother's jewels.
You aren't kidnapped, but
willingly left with Charlie,
who is now in prison and liable to hang.
No, Charlie cannot hang
unless I testify against him.
And my father has
invoked diplomatic immunity
to keep me out of court.
Diplomatic immunity won't protect you
from the insurance company.
The what?
Your father has filed a claim
against the missing jewels,
a private investigator is on the way,
is perhaps already here to
find out how they were stolen.
But what am I to do?
Go ahead and lie.
Why not add a fraud of 50,000 pounds
to your list of crimes?
Dear god, what have I done?
My father will be sent home in disgrace
and no one will ever marry me.
Stop crying
your mother will be back any moment
and you can't look hysterical.
Course you'll be able to marry.
No, you don't understand.
You are a person of no importance
and can wed whom you choose.
I am not so fortunate.
And if my secret should be discovered.
What a desperate predicament.
As you are obviously aware,
many of the small businesses
in which I have maintained
- gambling fraud opium.
- Have been absorbed
by the red thread in some
of my trusted lieutenants
along with them.
And you are unable to move
against this presumptuous
criminal syndicate whilst
Watson and the landlady
remain in their power.
I wonder.
You wonder what?
Attempting to control your
behavior through hostages
is dangerous and clumsy.
If the thread are truly
worried about your conduct.
Then why not just kill me?
I see confinement has
not dimmed your intellect
which is, as ever, entirely wasted.
Leaving you alive is a grave error.
They will regret it as much as I.
But you agree with my premise
that to destroy the red thread
would be to the advantage
of as both?
Yes.
I very much concur.
Now, if I'm not mistaken,
you're about to make
a request, are you not?
I am.
Yes, ostensibly I have
come to new gate prison
to visit you.
In reality, however, I
should like to interview
an agent of the red
thread incarcerated here
for kidnapping the American
ambassador's daughter.
How it must gall you to
beg for my assistance.
Not at all.
As you pointed out, our
interests momentarily align
and it is well known
that you are in effect,
if not in name, the prince
regent of this prison.
Come, come.
You exaggerate.
More tea for prison.
Perhaps half a cup.
Supposing I agree, how
would you get to and from
this idiot cell?
Mr. Dankworth could escort me there
and bring me back.
And to avoid being recognized in transit.
I would temporarily change clothes.
With you.
Well, well, I've always
wondered what it's like
inside that stuffed shirt of yours.
But what about your horrifying face,
which many a prisoner here
has good reason to remember?
Well, the coachman is
newly arrived from america
and will not recognize
me and as Mr. Dankworth
needs me around.
I shall wear this hood over my head
as do the most dangerous prisoners?
For I am dangerous,
moriarty very dangerous,
lest you forget.
I have cause the recollect
every moment of my life.
You're not worried.
This coachman will consider you a spy,
planted by the police.
No, I have more information
on him than the police
and some of it gathered from
a source they cannot question.
And whom would that be?
Clara?
Clara!
Dear lord, there you are.
I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I have a visitor
who needs to talk to us.
Clara's still recovering.
Could this visitor not
come back another time?
I'm afraid not.
Our daughter has been
returned, but the jewels haven't
and our insurance claim
against them must be pursued
with urgency.
I am sorry, young lady, to
end your visit prematurely.
But won't the investigator
want to speak to me too?
If he's going to be questioning Clara,
I was there for some of it.
Amelia's quite right.
She helped rescue our daughter.
Very well.
Wait here.
Better watch your steps, sir.
Here we are.
What's this?
I wouldn't remain in there a
moment longer than necessary.
Charlie, you have a gentleman visit?
No funny business, now.
Yeah, fine.
Charlie holroyd at your service.
I'm not talking to anyone.
You better have a lot to say.
Come to demand
explanations for your betrayal.
Demand.
I'll blacken your eye and then
see what you demand, old-timer.
I owe you nothing.
Are you sure about that?
Perhaps you should reconsider.
- Even in here?
- - everywhere else you might hope to go.
You can escape from
the law, but never from us.
And if you value your
life, you will tell me at once
why you've deviated so far from our plan.
If you know the plan, why
don't you tell me what it was.
Would you wish me
to detail your mistakes?
You were to get the stupid
girl to fall in love with you,
an easy enough task for
a man of your appearance
and disposition.
Indeed, you were
chosen for this assignment
as much for your looks
and your skill with horses.
Once you had romanced
miss Anderson in america,
you were to convince
her you wished to elope,
steal her mother's jewels
for a proper income.
In reality, however, she
was to be held hostage
in exchange for her father's cooperation
in a scheme I may not reveal.
Well, I know, anyway.
Weems and magott mentioned keys
they wanted the
ambassador to hand over,
but what they're meant
to unlock, I have no idea.
Then there is the matter of the jewels.
Weems and magott told
me to give the jewels to them.
And in weems and maggot also,
order you to try and sell the jewels
to one Mr. Clarence halfpenny,
did they order you to take the
girl with you back to america?
Did they order you to burn the hostages
and themselves alive in the coffin factory
whilst you escaped?
Burned alive?
No, no, weems and
maggot, they took the gems
and the other hostages
and rode away with them.
Neither weems, nor
maggot, nor the jewels,
nor the doctor and the housekeeper
ever arrived at the rendezvous point.
They're not in Richmond?
And are missing still.
When you tried to sail
back to america with Clara
where you thought to
set up a pretty household
with the stolen jewels.
No, I don't have the jewels.
Weems and maggot have them, okay?
Wait, no, no.
We left the coffin factory
because there was a call on
the telephone from the police.
You were tipped off by
your man on the inside,
I swear, ask him.
And were you a part
of that telephone call?
Or did you only hear one
side of the conversation?
Did you consider it was
staged for your benefit?
They would give up the jewels.
Dankworth!
Wait.
Wait, no, no, I did try to
run away with Clara, sure.
But I fell in love with her.
But I never burned anyone.
You have to believe me,
I've told you everything.
This way, please.
Mr. Birdwhistle
my wife, daughter,
and her friend, Amelia.
Birtwistle, sir.
A t not a d.
And no h, which would
be silent in any case.
My apologies, sir.
My American ears sometimes fail me.
Have you completed your inquiries?
Only those which were least important.
Police have already determined
the jewels were missing
and that the arrested
kidnapper did not have them.
But I'm curious.
I'm very curious as to
why your wife's valuables
were not in a secure English bank
instead of a box that
could have been broken
into by a child.
As to why we had the jewels.
They were stolen the very
night we arrived from america.
Then there's the little matter of the delay
in reporting the theft
after Clara went missing.
Our daughter was abducted
before we'd even unpacked.
And at first we gave
no thought to the gems.
I instigated a search for them myself,
hoping they were still present
and could be found before
further disturbing my wife.
Well, I'm sure your
discomfort was sevenfold
when you learned the
coachman had found his way
into your wife's bedroom at night.
Or was that not so unusual?
I beg your pardon, sir.
What the devil do you mean?
Forgive me, please.
There was no attempt to offend.
I'm unfamiliar with how
wealthy Americans conduct
relations with their servants.
It could hardly be called a relationship.
Charlie worked for us in america
and came here some weeks before us,
and he was in and out
of the house and stables
during that entire time.
What trust you put in him?
I'm sorry to have to say,
but in retrospect it appears careless.
But wait.
If the coachman was
here some weeks before,
how could he have known the
jewels were in your bedroom?
How the coachman knew
anything is something to ask him.
Do you want the Andersons
to guess what he was thinking?
But aren't you more
interested in the facts?
All my interest in the
facts is all consuming,
and I will know them before I'm done.
Now, young miss Anderson,
I must hear all your recollections
you've so far withheld from the police.
It's just the kidnapping and theft
was so brilliantly conceived
and daringly executed.
I hope you might shed some light
on how those crimes were carried out.
Did you fool him good and proper?
Is the red thread unraveled?
Frayed a little.
We'll see.
Well, you can tell me.
A problem shared is a
problem halved, as they say.
Best we each work our
own side of the street
on that point, you will have to trust me.
Oddly, I don't think of
us as trusting people.
For example, did you really believe
I would allow you to walk
into my cell, ask for help,
and then give me nothing in return?
I've already said I would
pursue our mutual interest.
And to that end,
please return my clothes.
I must leave at once.
Sherlock.
I am at my leisure.
I could, without difficulty,
hold you here until
nightfall, possibly beyond,
unless you wish to leave this
place dressed as a prisoner
with everyone knowing
the true purpose of your visit.
You did that.
I would stop at nothing to destroy you.
But by that it would be too late
for Watson and Mrs. Hudson.
No.
You should not be leaving here
before agreeing to my terms.
This will not do.
This will not do at all.
No sleeping draught
could have wiped out
the memory of your whole ordeal.
I forbid you.
I'm using that insinuating
tone with my daughter.
Do not mistake me for
one of your pet pinkertons,
nor some London Bobby
cowering before diplomatic immunity.
I will have the truth,
or you will be paid nothing for your claim.
Father, please let me answer him.
As I told you, sir, I
went to sleep in my room
and I woke inside the coffin
with no memory of how I got there.
I was kept inside the coffin except for
Those activities, the body
has no choice but to perform.
And on these occasions,
I was blindfolded.
And every second of my confinement,
I was in terror for my life and my honor.
Where was the coachman during this?
Could I possibly know?
When did he take you
from the coffin factory?
How was it?
You were on the brink of boarding a ship,
holding his hand.
Holding his hand.
Amelia, please don't.
I was there.
I saw her get pulled from a dark box
into the blinding light of day.
How could you expect her
to resist a dangerous criminal
who was dragging her to
the gates of the London dock?
Would you like to examine her knees?
Is that what you came here to do?
Course not, I was only,
I see a ring on your finger.
Tell me, Mr. Birtwistle.
Did you court your wife by drugging her?
Did you yank her to the altar in a coffin?
Is that how you do things
in the birtwistle household?
That's quite enough, young lady.
That's quite enough.
Now I apologize for the
indelicate nature of my
questions but do understand.
When there's tens of
thousands of pounds at stake,
I must be thorough.
And thoroughness demands cruelty?
Not at all.
Amelia, is it?
And you were present at the rescue.
Perhaps I could speak to you in private.
Well, of course you can.
That's why we insisted
on her being present.
Allow me to show you out.
Good day.
You are a most
unexpected sort of person.
American, a maid, rescuer,
stable lad, and attorney.
But you provided sound representation
for Clara Anderson.
I only said what you already know,
which is the jewels have
been stolen and can't be found.
And there's so many places to look,
such as the coffin
factory, where at one point
there were at least three
hostages being held,
and yet here you are
covering old ground.
- Don't be impertinent.
- Besides which, I know the factory
to be owned by lord witherseal
and I assure you,
withersea is in possession
of a considerable fortune
which he has no need
to increase through
kidnapping or thievery.
And, he will eventually
comply with my request
for a list of his partners and employee.
Eventually?
Why don't you have that list already?
Is it because you can't
bully lord withersea
the way you just bullied
a young, helpless girl?
I am a bully when need drives me.
I do have other arts.
I could teach you my methods,
provided you don't
already know everything.
Show promise as an investigator,
and would likely take others
off guard as you have me.
I'll think about it.
For now, this is where we part ways.
If you help me find the jewels,
it could be worth a bonus of, whoa,
shall we say 100 pounds?
A fifth of what you were offered.
How generous.
Good day, Mr. Birtwistle.
And she calls me a bully.
Losing a child is difficult,
especially when you've no
one but yourself to blame.
After my wife died, I was
so concentrated on my work
that I neglected my young
son at an enormous cost.
I remember the story.
His name was Daniel.
Dan, as we called him.
Just before his 10th birthday,
when I was away on the continent,
Dan was arrested on
some trifling matter.
Connected to the theft of a
clergyman's gold timepiece,
as I recall.
Gold plated.
I like to think he
meant it as a gift for me.
In any case, during my absence,
he was shipped off to Australia
under the home children act.
But surely your corruptive
influence was great even then.
His pardon was quick, yes,
but in the time it took to
reach him, he had disappeared.
Off to Melbourne, some said.
None of my employees could find him.
That was many years ago.
Lately, however, there have been reports
of a young Australian lad,
newly arrived in London,
who looks very much like a
grown-up version of my Dan.
Your story is almost
endlessly dickensian.
Will I find my clothes, do you think,
somewhere at the end of this plot?
Well, I will return your suit,
give my support in attacking the thread,
maintain my silence about
your kidnapped friends,
if you agree to find my son
and bring him here for a visit.
Well, cannot your own
organisation track him down?
Has your small army of
familiars utterly failed you?
I cannot let my colleagues know
that my own son dare ignore me.
I doubt if you can understand
what it's like to have a child.
I'm not without imagination.
I am very concerned that
in their attempt to absorb my
empire the thread do
no harm to my Dan.
Very well, very well,
but I can accept no
fee for this undertaking.
I do not intend to offer you one.
Well, it is usual when
hiring a consulting detective.
You're not being hired,
you're being extorted.
No, I'm doing you a favour
and one much less
onerous than I'd anticipated.
What is it, dankworth?
I'm sorry your professorship.
It's a bit unusual, it concerns us all.
I'm sorry, Holmes, your presence here
has become inconvenient.
I regret you must rush away.
We are well past the point I
could have rushed anywhere.
Indeed, you have detained me
almost past the point
of human endurance.
That is what this place
was designed to do.
Dankworth, please
be certain Mr. Holmes
has taken out in such a way
that the contents of this
note become clear to him.
This way, sir.
What's the problem, Mr. dankworth,
that's not the way I came in.
No, that's the way you must leave.
Come on, Tom. Get yourself up.
I'm asking you to get down.
He's dead, governor.
Killed himself and saved us the trouble.
Let me up or I'll blow your head off.
Lady's choice