Sherlock & Daughter (2025) s01e06 Episode Script

1
You'll be moving to the
ambassador's household
as chaperone to his daughter.
Clara is our best
connection to the thread,
but she was released
in exchange for keys.
But keys to what?
And your position in the
ambassador's household
increases our reach.
Took me 14 months to escape
and change my name
to Michael Wiley.
Since my father had not found
me, I resolved to find him.
Professor James Moriarty
was not teaching mathematics
but is the master of
a vast criminal empire
and sentenced to prison.
Where he insists you visit him.
Men believe they
control the world,
but we will control them.
One step forward.
(Emma screams)
I can't get the sight
of Emma out of my head.
Dad and Lady Violet
seems so indifferent.
Be careful little girl.
Like the lion in the jungle,
we did not turn the
world into an empire
without very sharp claws.
[Amelia] Help!
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
What else do you think you are?
Issuing orders on my property.
I forbid you to keep important
members of London society
from taking their own carriages.
I apologize, Lady Violet.
But a man has been shot,
and there was an
attempted kidnapping.
How ridiculous.
Why would anyone abduct
a foreign chaperone?
How much inconvenience
must we endure
over some quarrel
between servants?
Chief inspector.
Pardon my interruption,
Lady Violet.
One moment, my lady.
Mr. Holmes.
You are, of course in charge,
and I may only offer my advice,
but under no circumstances
should you let any of
these carriages go.
Mr. Holmes consider, no one
attending the ball could.
No, no, no, no, no.
Forget the guests.
A coachman, now deceased,
kidnapped the American
ambassador's daughter.
A coachman now deceased was
part of the murder suicide
at Lord Withersea's
Richmond estate
and a coachman now deceased
was just shot to death
in the middle of committing
another heinous crime.
Surely you would not
suggest a conspiracy.
I suggest nothing.
I point out the obvious.
Two dead coachmen
could be a coincidence.
Three is a pattern.
Do not let any of
these drivers depart
without questioning
them closely.
Dammit, Holmes, who would bother
kidnapping an ordinary maid?
She's not just an ordinary maid.
She's.
She is the chaperone
to the daughter
of the American ambassador.
Who've suffered a
theft of 50,000 pounds
worth of jewelry
stolen by a coachman.
You've guessed it, now deceased.
Yes.
Thank you Bertie.
Now I must soon leave if I,
I might make one more suggestion
about what to do
with the killer.
(dramatic music)
I don't know how to thank you.
Oh, Mr. Holmes must
be given the credit.
He stopped the coach
with his own body.
Very daring.
Are you all right?
I think so.
It's just, I've fired
my weapon many times,
but I've never
killed anyone before.
I understand better
than you think.
Well, I would like to thank you.
I'm not sure how
that's done in London.
I hardly dare ask, but are
you free for dinner tomorrow?
If my employers let me,
then I'd love to join you.
Pardon me sir.
You must accompany these men
while we satisfy ourselves in
the details of this shooting.
Might I suggest the young man
be held in New Gate Prison
until you can
question him properly?
Excellent idea.
All right men, see that he
gets there in good order.
But I save Amelia and you're
having me taken to prison?
You'll be free by
tomorrow afternoon.
In the meantime, you could
always visit your father.
Another button from
Watson's waistcoat
found on the floor
of the carriage
used in your
attempted abduction.
But whose carriage was it?
No one claims it, nor
recognizes the driver,
nor even noticed the
other fellow who escaped.
So the police have agreed
to take the vehicle
to an associate of mine
who specializes
in such problems.
How are you holding up?
Me?
I'm furious.
Lady Violet just tried
to have me kidnapped.
Yes, she was certainly involved.
Her butler would never
have denied you entry
without her orders
and this bench on which
your was seated outside.
Though situated on gravel,
it has mud and ivy,
hedera helix, if I'm
not very much mistaken,
clinging to its frame, proving
it was very recently moved
from the garden probably
to its present position
near the front door just
so you could sit on it.
Right, I'd like to
go find Lady Violet
and punch her in
her stupid face.
Right in that case,
we should leave.
Scotland Yard will be here
for the next few hours
and I have contrived
to have Bertie,
that is Mr. Birtwistle, add
our inquiries to his own
so that my hand in these
affairs remains invisible.
Now he will report what
he learns of the coachman
to you tomorrow at the
ambassador's house.
He already has a
midday appointment.
In the meantime, we now have,
if anything, too many clues.
[Amelia] I have one
more to add to the list.
Ah, poor Emma,
who will no longer be
requiring her debutante ball.
Is it possible Lady Violet
arranged this young girl's death
just to open up a date for
Clara Anderson's debut?
Yeah, that's what happened.
Clara's ball will take
the place of Emma's.
Let's forget about Lady
Violet for the moment.
Do you recall any distinguishing
feature of this driver
who tried to kidnap you?
He had an accent that
I didn't recognize.
Could you give it a try?
Help.
Help me, in the,
for the love of God.
Much haste, chaste, much haste,
much haste.
-South Africa?
(Amelia laughs)
I said it was rather good.
Thanks.
So not only do we have
three dead coachmen,
they all hailed from
three different countries.
What about this other fellow
who tried to kidnap you
and jumped off the
carriage and ran away?
Mm, he took me
completely by surprise.
I didn't see him or hear him.
Can we go back to
Lady Violet please?
This jade handled knife
left in mama's body.
It came from the set
of weapons on display
in Lady Violet's parlor.
She's responsible
for Emma's death.
She tried to have me kidnapped.
And there's more.
It pertains to motive in an
important aspect of this case.
Of the many mechanical designs
stolen after your
mother's murder,
I'm convinced one
was a blueprint
for a fearsome weapon of war.
(gentle music)
How do you know that?
You said you never met her.
Well, I did.
But you said that her
name meant nothing.
When we first spoke, you
referred to her as Lucia
and when in London,
she called herself Little Dove.
Look.
Amelia.
Look here.
See there?
That's me.
And next to me, the woman
I had been asked to escort.
[Amelia] Lady Violet?
The daughter of the
Duke of Somerset,
for whom I'd done a small favor.
Yes, Buffalo Bill's
Wild West Show,
really was the theatrical
event of the century.
And after this
command performance,
there was a garden party.
It's where the presentations
of sharp shooting,
Roman riding, hog tying,
all of which I found
completely exhausting.
And so I escaped,
and I wandered into a tent,
displaying the most
amazing part of the show.
I guess for me, nothing exceeded
the genius of the scenery,
all designed by the most
unlikely person on earth.
[Amelia] Mama.
As you say.
(curious music)
These are not mere
theatrical backdrops.
These are feats of
modern engineering.
Is there any chance I
could meet their creator?
That would be me.
Oh, are these are your designs?
Well, they're remarkable.
Where did you learn these
construction techniques?
My grandfather was
a military engineer.
Ah.
Lacking any male descendants,
he imparted his skills to me.
The blending of machinery
and art is my own innovation,
Mr. Holmes, made necessary
by our show's epic scale.
(Holmes laughs)
Now you have me
at a disadvantage.
You know my name?
Who in London would not?
Well very true,
but, you know, your name
should be equally celebrated.
I'm Little Dove of
the Apache tribe,
though I now reside in a
state called California.
In addition to the show,
will you be treating us
through a travelogue?
(Lady Violet laughs)
There you are, Lady Violet.
I was just admiring
the handiwork
of our scenic
designer, Little Dove.
What an ordeal it must be
to imagine backdrops
commemorating the defeats
of America's native tribes.
You must have arrived
after the reenactment
of Little Bighorn.
But I thank you for
acknowledging the attempts
at annihilating my people.
And so well spoken
too, isn't she?
Why you are a marvel
of the savage West.
I can't wait to tell my
friends all about you.
Don't linger here.
The festivities are winding down
and her majesty will need us
in our seats before sundown.
I will join you at
the table in a moment.
Thank you.
[Lady Violet] As you wish.
I must apologize for the
dullness of court customs.
May I?
Oh, of course.
Ingenious, really.
Do you have any more of these?
I do.
This invention I call the
mechanical earth mover
to clear land for cultivation
or powering the earth
mover using liquid gas.
Liquid gas.
That's a contradiction
in terms, surely.
Oh.
I never thought of it like that.
What's this one?
A cannon mounted atop
an armored vehicle,
entirely covered in metal
and driven from within,
capable of moving through
difficult terrain,
while remaining on the offensive
and also able to withstand
direct hits from any rifle.
England's current
Secretary of War
just happens to be the
father of Lady Violet,
that rather
patronizing young lady
to whom I introduced to you
at the command
performance of the show.
Her majesty's government
would want to control
a weapon such as this.
So Lady Violet knew
this weapon existed
and my mother designed it?
Wait.
No, don't say another word
until you've explained why
you denied knowing my mother.
What proofs did you offer?
A portrait you might
have drawn of a passerby,
a letter on the back
of a photograph?
You referred to
her as Lucia Rojas.
And I had only ever
known her as Little Dove.
You see, Amelia, over the
years I have been mobbed
by pretenders posing as
my children, my siblings,
and other distant relatives,
some of whom presented far
more compelling evidence
than I have thus
far seen from you.
To be brutally frank, you cannot
even verify beyond question
that you are indeed
the real Amelia Rojas
and not just some
clever imposter.
So then why bother
with me at all?
Because I was able
to corroborate
the story of Lucia's murder.
And having come to know you,
I would rather err on the side
of good faith than suspicion.
But as to who I am?
I am in want of facts, Amelia.
I do not draw conclusions based
on my feelings or my hopes.
Right.
You never guess.
So you shared this story with me
because these weapon designs
give Lady Violet a motive
from murdering my mother.
Exactly.
In two decades,
this weapon has gone
from theoretical to
possibly indispensable.
It could determine the outcome
of a battle or even a war,
which of course, makes
it enormously valuable.
But what do these
designs have to do
with the ambassador's
missing jewels
and to Emma's death
or to your kidnapped friends?
It's not I with the red thread
that binds these
crimes together,
and now we know how the
thread communicates.
But how do we get
them to talk to us?
I may have a partial
solution to that,
but first, you must return
to the ambassador's residence
to meet Bertie Birtwistle,
and I must pay another visit
to Professor Moriarty to
see how he's getting on
with his son and return to a
very special carriage shop.
And before tomorrow is done,
I too must be kidnapped.
(dramatic music)
I'm sure her hair could benefit
from some serious
professional attention
and of course she'll
require a gown.
If she can't wear white,
someone might mistake
her for a lady.
That's very unlikely.
Clara will have a dress that
can be refitted for her.
Well, if you want Amelia at
your own daughter's ball,
it will be remarkable
for the guests
to witness in person
this quaint custom
of Americans sticking together,
despite vast social differences.
Maybe it's a preview
of the future,
where notions of class
are based on character
and good breeding only
refers to horses and dogs.
Then you would no longer
need cross the ocean
in search of noble husbands.
Yet, while aristocracy
still matters,
I've arranged a special
guest for Clara's debut.
Oh, and who might that be?
Lord Robert Arthur
Tolbert Gasgoin Sessle,
third marquis of Salisbury
and the current prime minister
of her majesty's government.
Oh, how wonderful!
Lord Salisbury's the most
famous man in the world.
Now everyone will
come to my ball.
You are as ever fixated
on the wrong things.
A practice which caused
me years of suffering
directly attributable
to your neglect.
You disobeyed me!
Whilst I was away on business,
you went truant from your
school, ignoring the young woman
who I had hired to care for you.
That woman was a drunk!
Intoxicated from
morning till night,
incapable of looking
after herself,
much less a child of nine.
Men must work.
I had both my profession
as a mathematician
and my greater
enterprise to maintain
Greater enterprise?
Well, by which you mean the
exploitation of human weakness
through opium dens, gambling,
and houses of ill repute,
run by men for whom
loyalty is a vice
best remedied by greed?
Profit, not morality, is
a pursuit of business.
Well, what a heartwarming chat.
I'm sure Inspector
Bullivant will be calling
and we need to get Dan
back into his own cell.
Silence!
I have waited 15 years to
lay eyes on my son again.
And in the lengthy
period of my absence,
he seems to have fallen victim
to the perils of idealism.
Idealism or hope
for a better world?
The same hope that sees me
saving a small sum of my salary
every month to
appeal your sentence.
What?
I beg your pardon, an appeal?
Are you as foolish
as you are naive?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
An appeal would bring
a heightened scrutiny
to your father's
various intrigues.
This is so, father.
Oh, you've not already made
enough money to live comfortably
for the rest of your life.
It's not about the money.
Well, it's a bit
about the money.
There's quite a lot
about the money.
Do you seriously suppose
that I could be held
here against my will?
I endure prison for another
year and two months,
after which I received
my parole license
and go free with
no further obstacle
to my endeavors.
And yet again, you
choose a life of crime.
A life of crime
over your family.
That is unfair!
I spent a fortune searching
for you everywhere!
And yet you failed.
Since I'm not cause enough
for you to desire freedom,
I better leave to go.
(tense music)
We can regain our family, boy.
You need merely to
return here for visits.
I will not return,
except to escort you
from this wretched place.
And since you would rather stay,
I ask again to be excused.
I cannot believe you are my son.
Feel free to continue
to ignore me.
I'll return the favor.
(tense music)
Is it possible he failed to
inherit any of my abilities?
Perhaps he prefers
to employ his talents
to improve the world.
Improve?
We are the greatest
empire in history.
Whatever alters the status
quo will always be worse
than what came before.
Therefore, it's
imperative that we change
as little as possible.
Another good reason to
fight the red thread,
which would upend the
world as we know it.
By kidnapping your former maid?
What nonsense, why would
they not just kill you?
Hmm.
How goes your own
struggle with the thread?
They have slowed their
advance into my territory.
Perhaps one day,
they could go back
to hiding from me
instead of them.
Oh, it will be a relief to
resume our former animosity.
Until then, I must ask
you for another favor.
Oh, my favors do not come free.
Whatever your former maid knows,
Dan killed an agent of
the thread to save her.
I demand he be protected
from retaliation.
I'll do what I can.
Perhaps you should not take
Dan's harsh words
so much to heart.
Your consolation is worse even
in our temporary alliance.
Instead of your loathsome pity,
ask your favor,
whatever it may be.
(dramatic music)
[Cleaner] Thank you very
much for helping me out.
Oh, do you want the chicken
or a block of cheese?
They're both a day
from going off.
Um, I'll have whatever
you don't want.
Ooh, cheese it is then.
Aye, don't worry
about that fireplace.
I don't mind lending it ends
till they get more staff.
But we hate chimney sweeps, eh?
(cleaner chuckles)
(curious music)
Are you comin' or what?
See, the cheese is good.
No mold in it at all.
We'll take our main meal
tonight for a change.
Oh, I'm going out this evening.
Oh, what a life you lead.
Balls and kidnappings
and now dinners?
Where is it, this dinner?
And who's paying the freight?
One moment.
That terrible insurance
investigator's back.
I don't want him
bothering Clara.
What an ornery little man he is.
(door creaks)
How quickly you rise.
Only in England could
trading one servant's job
for another be
considered a promotion.
Nonsense.
You're better settled
than my own children.
And despite appearances,
we both know you
still work for Hirons.
Did you find anything out from
the coachman after we left?
I did.
There were two sullen
drivers from New Zealand.
One working for no
less a personage
than the Duke of Leicester,
owner of the world's
largest shipyard.
Though his company's
fallen on hard times.
The other driver was employed
by Saint Nigel Parks,
a broker who suffered staggering
losses during the panic.
So men like Lord Withersea
titled without cash,
both of whom might
have been interested
in sharing the proceeds
from Ms. Anderson's jewels.
One would have to sell the
gems to split the money.
A fence would pay about
30% of their value.
So very little to be
shared among so many.
(tense music)
The insurance company has to
pay the ambassador in full.
Unless I find the jewels
by tomorrow afternoon,
the ambassador collects
50,000 pounds of fortune,
equal to his losses in
the railroad bank robsy.
Excuse me, Amelia,
is there a reason you
delay Mr. Birtwistle
from our appointment?
I beg your pardon, sir.
I was just trying to talk him
out of questioning Clara again.
Yeah, Mr. Ambassador, if the
girl were any more protective
of your daughter, she'd
be one of your Pinkertons.
Delay is a familiar tactic
of insurance companies
or so I hear.
This way, sir, if you please.
(tense music)
(Amelia sighs)
(curious music)
It's not unreasonable,
Ambassador Anderson,
especially considering
the vast sum involved,
that I be allowed to interview
everyone at least twice.
Nevertheless, I
demand all inquiries
for my family come through me.
And now, I believe if you
cannot find the jewels,
it is time to
arrange restitution.
Or shall I call my
American lawyers?
(door creaks)
Oh no, such a mess.
I'm sorry, I came in
to see if the room
needed straightening and.
These buttons go up the
side of my new frock.
Let's not lose any of them.
What happened here, I wonder?
Can't tell you
everything Mr. Holmes,
but this carriage that was
used to kidnap your maid,
this is a, it's
new construction,
not built to last the ages.
I guess it wouldn't
stick out on the streets,
but I've not seen
their like before.
Even if this carriage
displays inferior workmanship,
the lamps and the
outside door handles
are perfectly shaped
and exactly alike.
Now would that not
indicate the use of a mold?
And would one create molds
for a single
carriage or even two?
Bless me, sir,
but you are right.
Still, who would want a
fleet of carriages like this
with no carriages on the inside.
I believe we'll find
its legitimate purpose
was as an ambulance
for the patients
of the Green and Crest Asylum
for the criminally insane.
But these carriages could
serve in other capacities.
Now is this a false button?
It is added after manufacture?
Part of the original design.
This is fantastical.
Surely they didn't mean for
me to see this, did they?
They?
Who were they?
A criminal consortium
of unrivaled malice.
I must stop them, Clarence.
And you must help me.
Tomorrow night, in fact,
perhaps the following morning.
Shall we say 20 pounds?
10 for you, 10 for your men?
20 pounds.
Is that dangerous?
I don't know, Mr. Holmes.
For Queen and country, Clarence.
Good, thank you.
I'll send my men sure
around with directions.
Oh and Clarence?
Yes, Mr. Holmes.
Be on your guard,
especially around any
coachmen you might see.
(townsfolk laugh and
chat indistinctly)
(horse clops)
(Holmes grunts)
(dramatic music)
[Dan] Before we have dinner,
I thought you
might be interested
in a project I've
been working on.
But first let's talk
about yesterday.
Did anyone discover why the
driver tried to kidnap you?
No idea.
And there was another man
involved who got away,
which is curious.
Honestly, I think men
are only interested in me
because I work for Mr. Holmes.
That may be how we first met,
but I think we've
moved past that.
Have we not?
Well, saving someone's
life changes things a bit.
This is a club I
joined recently,
made up of men and
women working to obtain
the vote for all adult
citizens of the British Empire,
including ladies who have never
had a voice in government.
Careful Mr. Wiley.
You don't understand
as if you're holding
a guillotine to pick a dilly.
Besides one cannot decapitate
the entire upper class
and the gentry accomplices.
That has been tried.
Pay no attention to heir Burn.
Our club offers a
peaceful alternative
to violence and revolution.
I only want the right to vote.
Once we have universal suffrage,
I know righteousness
will prevail.
How good to see you all again.
We begin this evening
by announcing,
our petition for
universal suffrage
has reached the prime minister
with nearly 50,000 signatures.
(crowd claps)
To celebrate, I shall read
our petition out loud.
Given the major improvements
to Birmingham's welfare.
We humbly request the expansion
of home rule to
encompass every city,
county, and colony of
her majesty's empire.
Tell me, Jeremy,
what do you make of
this petition's request?
Me, prime minister?
Well, I know it'll be the
devil to make six copies of it.
But what about
extending home rule?
Oh sir, that, that could
never pass parliament.
(prime minister chuckles)
Congratulations, Jeremy,
on twice refusing
to answer the question.
That shows great promise.
Thank you prime Minister.
Ah, let us see who signed
this damnable appeal.
I suspect it's the usual
Fabians and rabble rousers, eh?
Lord Salisbury.
Sir, excuse me, but
were you expecting
a large rug to be brought
here this evening?
I had a request from
a boy this afternoon,
suggesting just such delivery.
This way.
(Holmes grunts)
Ah, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Welcome and meet my private
secretary, Mr. Jeremy Stevens.
Otherwise, we're quite
alone as requested.
Thank you Prime Minister.
It's an honor to
meet you Mr. Stevens.
Just, just a moment.
You'll inform the professor
of my profound irritation
and the roughness with which
his favor was executed.
Now get out!
Just be glad I have
no time to pursue you.
Go on!
Thank you, prime minister.
I thank you for making time
in your very busy schedule,
and I do apologize for the
rather theatrical nature
of my entrance, but it was vital
I not be seen visiting you.
You have been so
useful to her Majesty
and her various governments
that I daren't
refuse your appeal.
Just a little bit
on your left there.
Thank you.
[Prime Minister]
There you are.
Thank you, thank you.
Now, without wishing to alarm
you, I have a serious problem
that only you can solve.
What do you require?
Only that you be
helpful and frank.
Only helpful and frank?
These are no small requests
for a career politician.
Yes, yes, I understand.
And I do hesitate to ask.
It's just I'm in the
midst of solving a crime
of enormous magnitude, not
to mention the dismantling
of a secret cabal,
representing the worldwide
industrialization of crime.
Our prime minister is
completely untrustworthy.
But once women get the
vote, all that will change.
That is the hope, Mrs. Morton.
Hmm.
So what did you think?
I don't know much
about politics.
But surely you see the
fairness of home rule.
Do you think that the
United States would give
the Apache tribe home rule?
When you demand home
rule for Australia,
is it for the natives or
is it for the colonizers?
I see your point.
The injustice goes deeper than
we can address all at once.
But I believe a fairer world
would make fairer choices.
And I am committed
to a better world.
And lately, my idea of a
better world includes you.
I don't see how.
Do you not?
(rousing music)
I'm sorry, I forget myself.
It's okay.
It's a lot more fun than
listening to petitions being read.
Is it?
(rousing music)
There's no use creating taboos.
Criminals will
not abide by them,
and they hinder our pursuit.
And I infer from the
size of the conspiracy,
the crime I'm trying to solve
is one of international
significance.
I offer you a compromise.
Compromise, I expected this.
You must use your
skills, Mr. Holmes,
and I must use mine.
The information produced
from this instance of state
approved eavesdropping
must be handled by an
officer of the court.
The conversation can
never be used in evidence.
That's fair.
I believe you have
deduced my predicament.
Right at the moment, I
am more in the business
of identifying criminals,
rather than bringing
them to justice.
Jeremy, prepare to
write a warrant for,
uh, what do you call it?
A wiretap, my Lord.
Wiretap is how they secretly
refer to it in New York.
Wiretap.
It's marvelous, isn't it?
How technical terms
drain all the outrage
out of questionable activities.
Yes, well, begin the document
as for usual, Jeremy,
and Mr. Holmes here will
help you word the rest.
If you could tell me the name
and position of the person
whose telephone you
intend to monitor.
Yes indeed, I have
it here, yeah.
Dear god.
Steady on, Jeremy.
This request is from
Sherlock Holmes.
So do you think you could
summarize everything
we have left to do in
order to solve the case
of the red thread
in its entirety?
As I see it,
we have to figure out
how these coachmen
from different countries
all became accomplices
to their bosses.
Determine what keys
Ambassador Anderson
was forced to give up
in exchange for Clara.
Solve the mystery of why Liam
and Maggot were murdered.
Name the person at Scotland Yard
using Chief Inspector
Whitlock's telephone.
Find the missing jewels,
locate the hostages.
Figure out what a
fleet of new ambulances
for the criminally insane
are supposed to be carrying
in their false bottoms.
And connect all of that
to my mother's murder
and bring Lady
Violet to justice.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
You left three
questions unasked.
Number one, why the
attempted abduction
of the Italian ambassador's son?
Done after the
murder of your maid
to see if you would back off
after finding her red thread.
Excellent, superb.
My deduction precisely attests
to make sure I will not break
from their distractions again.
Number two, during your
attempted abduction,
a man jumped from the carriage
and raced away to
a waiting coach,
while the driver who kidnapped
you chose to stay behind
and missed a chance to get away.
Now why did he do that?
I have no idea.
No, nor I.
Now number three, a
little more serious.
Before Lord Withersea
killed himself,
he went so far as to suggest
that the red thread
were planning a crime
beyond my imagination.
And I feel he may
have been right.
Oh, sorry, hydrogen sulfide.
This is a necessary
evil, I'm afraid.
Yeah, if you say so.
Maybe if we just answer one
or two of these questions,
then the thread would unravel.
Yes, but don't forget the thread
would've killed me long ago
were I not somehow
vital to their success,
so how am I supposed
to help them?
We're not stopping until we
can figure that out, are we?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
We will soldier on.
And once we have rescued
Watson and Mrs. Hudson,
then the true power of my genius
can be put back
to its proper use
and then let the thread beware.
Now what do you think of my work
with the telephone calls
made during our rescue
of Clara Anderson?
That's very good.
[Holmes] Thank you.
A few minutes after I
reported Charlie the coachman,
someone at Chief Inspector
Whitlock's office
called the coffin factory.
Then Whitlock's office immediately
rang up Lord Withersea.
Warning him he was
about to welcome Watson
and Mrs. Hudson, not to mention
the ambassador's jewels.
Well now that you have all
these names and addresses,
it seems perfectly
reasonable to assume
that Dr. Watson and Mrs.
Hudson must be at one of them.
I guess you can't ask Scotland
Yard for a search warrant
because someone
there is involved.
Exactly.
Well, you've arranged
the telephone numbers
between the members of the
thread in the shape of a tree.
Why not shake it?
See what falls out.
Superb suggestion.
Yes, an excellent
description of my plan.
Shake the tree.
At first we must move beyond
how the thread communicate
with each other
and get them to talk to us.
I've found a place in
Ambassador Anderson's house
where I can hear every
word he says in his study.
Amelia.
I'm so proud of you.
Listening to criminals
without their knowledge
can be key to solving a mystery.
So after we shake the tree,
as you so vividly put it,
the kidnappers must
communicate with each other.
And then Watson and Mrs. Hudson
will once more be on the move.
Our allies and friends are
already strategically placed.
And I will light up the
sky with two signals.
One color representing
where Watson and Mrs. Hudson
have been kept, and the
other color representing
where they are going.
So it'll be red, the
Earl of Dorchester
where Clarence waits.
Green, the dowager
Duchess of Lincolnshire,
where the big street
irregulars are on watch.
Orange, the broker
Sir Nigel Parks,
where the Halgans have
parked my carriage.
Yellow, the Duke of Leicester,
where Bertie guards the driver.
And violet, well, Lady Violet,
who I will place in
your capable hands,
and whilst you go
about unnerving her,
I will journey to Scotland Yard,
and bait the red thread into
helping us rescue my friends.
(dramatic music)
(bell tolls in distance)
Swann, trust I'm not too early.
[Swann] No, sir,
you are just in time
to witness the end of my career.
Nonsense, you're not old
enough to have a career.
Did you see the
name on the warrant
signed by Lord
Salisbury himself?
Yes, and I obeyed it, sir.
Certain, the knowledge
that no gentleman
shall ever speak to me again.
Nonsense.
You should not be so lucky.
Now, does this contraption work?
Yes sir.
I can hear and record
every conversation
from the telephone of
the chief inspector.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
Now all that remains
is for me to go
and give one of the most
amazing performances
in theatrical history.
I regret you cannot attend.
But the audience for this
spectacle must be very small.
Afterwards, someone will
pick up the telephone
in Chief Inspector
Whitlock's office
and ask the operator
to dial a number.
You must write this
number down, yes?
Yes.
And then while still
recording the conversation,
you must compare this number
to all the other numbers
on the list to see
to whom they belong.
Do you understand?
The Duke of Leicester,
the dowager Duchess
of Lincolnshire?
Sir, this.
Don't fret.
Don't fret.
It will all be over soon.
And now to go upstairs and
provoke your superiors.
You are moving up in the world.
Last week you were
a scholarly maid.
Now, suddenly dropping in
on the daughter of a Duke
without so much
as an appointment.
I wouldn't dream
of disturbing you.
But during the ball for the
Italian ambassador's daughter,
Clara misplaced her fan.
And some silly girl told
her that you picked it up.
I'm not a housekeeper.
That's more your line of work.
Nevermind, describe
this fan, if you will.
(chair creaks)
Well, it's very unique.
It, it unfolds into the
designs of a weapon,
a strange armored vehicle
with a cannon on top.
The drawing is very detailed,
almost like a blueprint.
Clara was certain
that it would be here.
I'm equally certain it is not.
But the fan does sound unique.
If we find it, I will secure it.
Well, you could
always tie it shut
with a red thread and
call me to pick it up.
Oh, I shall try very hard
to see that you get it.
(bell rings)
Allow me to have Mr. Hopper
show you to the door.
No need.
I know where the door is.
Hopper, have my carriage
brought around immediately.
[Bullivant] You should have
reported these kidnappings
to the police.
Happily, I am only an hour or so
from locating Watson
and Mrs. Hudson
and ending this dreadful ordeal.
Thank god.
How may we help?
Well, once again,
chief inspector,
you anticipate me first, I
must return to Baker Street
and await the call
of my informant.
In the meantime,
if you could have a few
six man squads standing by.
Surely we should be
working together.
I can assume.
-Nonsense, Bullivant.
Why would you demand control
over an investigation
you know nothing about?
Of course.
How foolish of me.
Rest assured Mr. Holmes,
we will put teams of
officers all over the city
that we might instantly
respond to your summons.
My thankfulness knows no bounds.
Now that I have your
support, Chief Inspector,
our success is assured.
Expect my call shortly.
(dramatic music)
(carriage rattles)
(dramatic music)