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Good morning Mr Holmes.
Constable, a list! Every arrival and departure
front door and back, since 6pm yesterday evening.
At once, if you please.
Good morning, Bullivant.
Chief Inspector Whitlock, you did very well to call me so quickly.
Good Lord.
The kidnappers took the boy from his bedroom.
Got as far as this hallway, but a maid stopped him.
They battered her but left the child.
Right.
I need to examine the window at the back of the house
through which the intruders entered.
My sympathies by the way for having to
work all night, Chief Inspector Whitlock.
How could you possibly know that?
Well it hasn't rained since 4 o'clock this morning
and both your coats are still rather damp especially along the trim.
And though you've wiped most of the garden mud from off your shoes,
the knees of your trousers still show evidence
of wet grime encountered whilst climbing across a window sill.
I'll interview the child and talk to the maid when she's fully recovered.
The Italian ambassador.
The ambassador can wait. I'll go and see the boy.
The boy is very frightened.
Well he'll be even more frightened
if on the next attempt the kidnappers succeed.
Thank you, Inspector Bullivant.
Hello.
What's your name boy?
Roberto.
Or Robert when we're in England where Mama is from.
When you awoke what did you see?
Two men looking down at me.
How were they dressed?
In black, I think.
It was dark.
Did you see their faces?
I can't remember. I was grabbed very quickly.
Do you remember anything about these men?
They spoke... English.
With my accent?
More like Mr. McGregor's.
Mr. McGregor is our butler from Scotland.
Where did you get this?
I don't know.
You're hurting him.
I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.
Holmes?
I can't take this case.
What?
But you haven't seen the window.
Or spoken to the maid.
Nor do I need to.
I assure you Inspector Bullivant
is fully capable of solving the mystery.
But Mr. Holmes,
the foreign minister specifically requested that you...
I must reserve my efforts for more successful crimes.
You cannot walk off again.
He's the Italian bloody ambassador.
Mr. Holmes, the names you wanted.
Everyone in and out since 6pm.
Keep it! Add me to the list!
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Don't get many of you folks in Manhattan no more.
Hey, Lady!
If you're headed to the wharf, the back door's closer.
We can help.
Thanks, but I'm looking for the ticket offices for the passengerships.
Going there ourselves.
We can drop you off. Shrimpy, help the lady.
- This way. - No thanks. I got it.
I'm Cooper by the way.
Amelia. Amelia Rojas.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Amelia.
First time in New York?
Yeah, just for the night. From California.
Long way, ain't it? For a girl to come on her own?
You'd be amazed what you can do when you don't have a choice.
Wait, Where?
Drop the bag and I won't slice up your face.
It's only dresses.
See?
You came a long way to die.
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How much for a ticket to London on the Stella? One way?
Steerage is thirty dollars.
You got thirty dollars?
No, I was just robbed.
But maybe we can make some sort of trade.
You want to make my day more fun?
How about something more valuable?
My mother was an inventor.
These are blueprints for a machine
that boils milk and stores it in bottles.
Why would anyone want that?
It keeps milk fresher for longer
so you can travel with it on trains or ships.
What? No magic beans?
Here, let me see.
Homemade dresses. Indian trinkets.
Ten a penny.
Now, huh, what's this?
Aha not bad.
A killer used this knife to murder someone.
It's not for sale.
Oh, um, that...
That was my mother's. It has her picture on the inside.
I can't trade that watch.
Guess we're done then.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Just give me time to copy her portrait.
Will that be okay? Please.
The ship sails in two hours.
You don't put that watch in my hand as you board, well then,
enjoy New York. Get on.
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Missed his breakfast this morning,
so I'm serving it after dark.
How is it this evening?
In a right strop.
Mrs. Halligan, this egg is overcooked.
We've had this conversation before.
Sorry, Mr Holmes, but last time you said it was too runny.
To accompany toast soldiers,
a single egg must be boiled for four minutes and 12 seconds,
unless, of course, it is an ostrich egg,
which I do not believe to be the case.
I told you, sir, when my husband agreed we should help
with this crisis of my sister and Dr. Watson's kidnapping,
but I'd only ever worked as a housekeeper,
and my kitchen skills were limited.
But you can tell the time can you not?
You can use a ruler. You can recollect basic instructions.
Four minutes, 12 seconds to boil the egg,
three-quarters of an inch by one-and-a-quarter inch for soldiers.
Quite.
So find me someone who can follow these simple orders, please.
Wait! What are you doing?
Closing the curtains. It's pitch dark outside, sir.
Do not close my curtains.
Please.
Will there be anything else, sir?
No, Mrs. Halligan.
Good night.
Lamp in window tonight to show
you will observe the thread.
Or Watson and Hudson will pay like your maid.
I saw you drawing earlier. May I see?
It just sketches.
I promise not to take up too much of your time.
Sure.
Oh, but these are amazing.
The pictures of my parents, they're beautiful.
It must be so wonderful to be so good at something.
It must be wonderful to have such beautiful dresses.
Mama and I have to look good for Papa.
He's to be the new United States
ambassador to the court of St. James in London.
Where I don't know a soul.
Well, Lady Violet, but I'd hardly consider her a friend.
Do you know anyone in London?
A gentleman who lives on Baker Street.
He doesn't know me.
How mysterious.
Well, perhaps you can meet people
at the ball my father's throwing at me.
Your father's throwing you a ball?
To celebrate my official debut into society.
Afterwards, some duke or lord will marry me
in exchange for some of Grandpa's gold mines.
Sounds more like a market than a dance
It's not very romantic,
but Lady Violet says it's what every young heiress wants.
The lady trains young ladies to be
worthy of aristocratic husbands.
Is that your mother?
Yes, that's Mama.
Is she on board?
No, she couldn't make the trip.
That picture of my parents is amazing.
I'm sure Papa would buy it from you.
Excuse me, Clara.
Is this girl bothering you?
Why, no, Lady Violet, she...
She should be in steerage.
Well, I've become very good friends with...
Amelia Rojas.
Charmed
Clara.
For your parents.
Thank you, Amelia. Perhaps we'll see you at dinner?
So, will you be joining us at Captain's Table?
I thought I'd have them deliver the quail to my cabin.
Get back below deck where you belong.
And if I see you again before we disembark,
you will finish this voyage in the brig.
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Mind yourself, Madam.
Amelia! Amelia!
There you are!
I wanted to find you after dinner, to say thank you
for the picture you drew of my parents.
Oh, it was my pleasure.
Um, Clara, darling?
You should not think we're from different classes.
I don't believe in that.
You should feel free to call on us.
Well, but if I don't see you again,
have a great time in London.
You too, Amelia.
You too.
Walk on!
Can I get anything for this?
Thank you.
Thanks.
Papers! Get your papers!
Lavender!
- Would you like some? - No, thanks.
Read the news!
Come get your papers, madam.
Here you go.
Remains found of servant of Sherlock Holmes
The mortal remains of a woman who washed ashore at
Bermondsey, have been identified as Mariah Malloy,
servant recently in the employ of Sherlock Holmes.
Ahem!
No loitering. You know the rules.
Um, no.
No, I don't. Sorry.
New in town.
Find your customers elsewhere, dearie.
This is a public park.
Oh, I'm not.
Excuse me, how dare you?
I have business here.
On a park bench, with who?
Sherlock Holmes.
Right.
And after you have tea with him,
you can play marbles with her majesty at the palace.
I just might do that.
Eh.
Off you go. Come on.
Off you go.
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
Mr. Holmes is not receiving today.
I advise you to write him rather than attempt to gain entrance
without invitation.
Good day.
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Where the hell have you been?
Come in quick.
We're almost out of time.
Oh, I thought the agency wouldn't send anyone else.
Put your bag down.
Do you have your uniform?
No.
We could have fit two of you into the last one's gear.
It'll have to do until Mrs. finds you better.
Pull it over your head.
Hurry!
Mrs.
This is...
Amelia.
I don't care if you're the Queen of Sheba, girl.
If you ain't on time tomorrow, it's out the door you go
like the three girls who came before you.
Do I make myself clear?
Yes, ma'am.
We're shorthanded
So you'll be expected to cook as well as clean.
Okay.
I beg your pardon.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't just stand there.
He'll want his full English in 15 minutes.
Some people cannot take no for an answer.
The Mrs. isn't a bad sort, really.
Just don't let her down.
Make the gentleman a good breakfast now.
Wow.
Enter!
Sorry.
First day.
Where do you want it?
On the table.
Get it while it's hot.
The lid.
Sorry.
I shall not like this to escape.
May I ask who you are?
Amelia. I'm Amelia Rojas.
But you're not the new scullery maid, am I correct?
No, that's not why I came here.
Your voice identifies you as American
from the West based on your boots,
fallen on hard times, given their former quality and current decrepitude,
newly arrived, judging by the scent of cheap pine
and ship's wax, as used in stearage and from California.
Your belt buckle is indicative
of the jewellery metalwork of the area.
Elementary.
For Sherlock Holmes.
You also have no experience whatsoever.
As a domestic, nor any culinary aptitude.
Mr. Holmes, I can explain.
My mother and I lived a long way from nowhere.
At night, she would read stories from the paper about your cases.
And she told me that if I ever needed help,
I should find you.
Well, I'm sorry.
Not only can I not help you,
these days I cannot even help myself.
Is everything satisfactory, sir?
No!
No, Mrs. Halligan, everything is not satisfactory.
In future, kindly take the references of any employee
before allowing them to poison me in my own study.
Pay Miss Rojas one week's wages in advance,
terminate her employment forthwith, and show her out.
And take this, this, look at this.
Miserable excuse for breakfast with you. Thank you.
My mother said you were a great man.
She must have been mistaken.
Hey, Mr. Holmes, I told him you wasn't receiving,
but the chief inspector insisted.
I apologize for interrupting your breakfast, sir.
Paul Anderson, newly appointed U.S. ambassador
to the Court of St. James.
My wife Marjorie.
Mr. Holmes, we arrived yesterday.
This morning we woke to find my daughter missing.
You must help us.
Clara is missing?
How do you know the name of our daughter?
I... I'll show you.
Extraordinary.
From what I know of these cases, Mr. Holmes,
there's no time to lose. Will you please help us?
I must attend Her Majesty the Queen at noon,
as incoming ambassador.
We would like to tell Her Majesty that you are assisting us.
May the ambassador do that.
I was on the ship.
I drew a picture of you two and gave it to Clara,
but I kept my one of her for myself.
You're the girl from the ship.
The one Clara told us about.
And look, here she is, working for Mr. Holmes,
It's a sign, an answered prayer.
Very well.
You may tell Her Majesty I will examine the crime scene.
Bring your maid. She knows her, Clara.
She may be able to help.
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Carry this.
Do not touch anything and definitely do not speak.
Repeat my commands.
But you just told me not to speak.
Thank you for coming, Mr. Holmes.
Can you offer a summary of events
leading to the discovery young Clara had gone missing?
We retired early, our first night ashore.
A maid brought Clara cocoa at nine
and returned in the morning to wake her just after 7 a.m.
Clara...
wasn't in her room.
We searched the house, the grounds, nothing.
My wife and I were sleeping next door.
She didn't hear anything.
There was no demand for her ransom?
Not yet.
Thank you.
Would you please wait downstairs with your wife?
Inspector Bullivant, gather the servants.
I shall interview them presently.
Bag.
That's Clara's, all right.
You appear to have the memory span of a goldfish,
I said no speaking.
Well, but I've seen Clara and you haven't.
That's the right color and length for me.
Listen and learn so that your long trip is not entirely wasted
and one day you may be able to tell your children
that you studied with the great Sherlock Holmes.
Now the first principle of deduction...
Is that each possibility must be considered and eliminated,
last to remain, no matter how improbable is the truth.
So you have read Watson's sentimental little stories.
Well, a parrot may recite even Shakespeare.
Nota Bene. This room has three exits.
Door and windows.
No, Clara's not the type of girl to go jumping out of windows.
I see two candles.
Yes.
One left by the maid last night, burnt to the nub.
- The other is... - Lit by whoever came for Clara.
Whom?
Whom ever?
Can you identify your mysterious intruder?
Well, there were constables guarding the grounds
and there's no sign of forced entry.
An insider.
The cheap brass variety often employed by those below stairs.
So your servant kidnapper came in
with a candle but left in darkness?
Maybe he had his hands full.
Don't touch.
It's tobacco.
Yes.
From the fingers of the carrier.
Watson once tested me blindfold
and I was able to identify 17 tobaccos
from smell alone.
Now, this one I can't quite get.
I can.
Well, do not leave me in suspense.
It's California's finest chawing tobacco.
It has a disgustingly strong smell.
And it reminds me of something... something...
Something American.
Laudanum?
Clara was drugged and carried out unconscious.
Mr. Holmes, are you all right?
I've finished my examination and must leave.
- Well, we were just getting somewhere. - There is no "we".
You offered to help find their daughter.
I said I would visit the crime scene and I have done so.
For now we must withdraw.
Well, like you said, there is no "we".
My mother didn't raise me to quit
or to leave without saying goodbye.
So I'll apologize to them for you.
As you like. Good day.
Don't tell me I've been waiting on you.
Where's Holmes?
He's still upstairs.
No.
He had to rush out.
What could possibly be more important than this kidnapping?
It was in connection to a clue he found.
And he left me behind to follow up with the servants.
In that case.
We have had no time to hire staff, but...
Cassie has been a cook with the American Embassy for years.
Impeccable references.
The poor girl was right as ninepence
when I brought her cocoa last night. I swear.
No one is blaming you, Cassie.
Was anyone with you when you made the cocoa?
The coachman. He has a supper by the fire.
The coach house is ever so draughty.
And did you leave the room
before taking the cocoa to Clara?
Only to attend Mrs Anderson.
You rang for a hot water jar, ma'am.
Indeed I did.
The window in our room was carelessly left open.
We were freezing.
I was only gone for five minutes.
And Charlie was there the whole time.
Was he?
How long has Charlie worked at the ambassador's house?
Only recent.
But he was our driver in America.
We sent him over a month early to help get things ready for us.
And he's a truly nice young man.
Well, only one or two odd habits.
Like chewing tobacco.
Only in the coach house.
I make him spit out the tobacco before he comes inside
Could I speak to Charlie, please?
Fetch him, Cassie.
But don't say what it's about.
Allow me.
- Miss... - Rojas.
Have you worked for Mr Holmes' long?
I mean, were you on our ship returning
from some secret mission on his behalf?
I'm sorry. I can't answer that question.
I see.
Well then, as a fellow American, let me be blunt.
Chief Inspector Whitlock advised me not to hire Sherlock Holmes.
He said in recent weeks that even Dr Watson,
who has been his friend for years, has abandoned him.
And that your employer's work had become erratic, unsound.
And not to frighten you, but the police
also said that recently his maid was murdered.
And he will do nothing to aid in the inquiries.
If anyone in London can find Clara,
I promise you it's Mr Holmes.
He will find your daughter.
And he will not give up until he has.
Charlie's gone now. So is your carriage and horses.
What?
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Here's your bag from upstairs.
Was that all you have in the world?
That's all I need.
Your week's wages.
At least take this.
It's just bread and cheese and a pickled onion.
Thanks for your hospitality.
Oh, and please let Mr Holmes know that I solved his case.
Perhaps you should tell Mr Holmes yourself.
Mr and Mrs Halligan now will require nothing further this evening.
So...
Off with no farewell.
You made it clear you didn't want me here.
And you don't care anything about finding Clara.
Of course I want to find the girl.
What did you learn?
Clara was kidnapped by Charles Holroyd, the ambassador's coachman.
I saw him at the ship when he collected the Andersons.
I remembered that he spat back right in front of my feet.
The same awful smell as was on the candle holder.
And he's gone off with the ambassador's coach and horses.
And according to Cassie the cook,
Charlie was the only one other than her
who could have put laudanum in the cocoa
done when she took a hot water jar up to the Andersons' room
because it was cold last night,
and someone left the window open.
Do you know where he is now, this Charlie the coachman?
Not yet.
Hardly case closed, then, is it?
Besides, I still have questions.
Such as?
Such as who are you?
You've studied my method, you've infiltrated my home,
you've ingratiated yourself with the ambassador's family.
Who sent you?
My mother.
For what reason? Explain.
That's what I came here to do.
Then wait no longer.
It was a few months ago.
Mama was finishing drawing up a self-propelled float
before an annual parade they had on Los Angeles.
So she asked me to deliver her designs and collect her fee.
Be careful in the city.
Stop at the store and make sure there are plums on your way home.
Did you perform these tasks?
Yes, it took me three days.
This trip already seems endless and I assume you return.
Mom, I'm home. I had to wait for your plums.
The store wasn't open when I...
When I first got there.
Mama.
My mother always told me that if anything should happen to her,
that I should take this picture out of its frame
and put it with her scrapbook.
There was a note for me on the back.
My darling, Amelia.
If you are reading this, then I am gone
without telling you the truth about your father.
I always said he was an explorer who died before you were born.
This is the only lie I ever told you and I am sorry for it.
Your true father is Sherlock Holmes.
Go to London.
Find him.
Sherlock will help you now.
No mother could ever be more proud of her daughter.
I love you always, Mom.
Her name was Lucia Rojas.
Well,
it probably goes without saying
the name Lucia Rojas means absolutely...
nothing to me.
That's not true.
You're...
You're my father.
Unfortunately, you are not the first nor in
all probability the last to make such a claim.
I have never even been to California.
Bye, Miss Rojas.
Wait.
Please.
You never went to California.
But Mama came here. To London.
She... she performed in the Wild West show
and helped design its scenery.
I've no idea what you expect this drawing to prove,
but you can strike paternity from the list.
If your mother did regale you with these stories,
I'm sure she meant well.
Perhaps she read some of the lurid accounts of my cases
in the American Penny Dreadfuls and imagined a liaison.
My mother was no dreamer.
She sent me here to find you.
She said that you would know what to do.
But it appears that you no longer care about anything.
What am I supposed to care about?
About why my mama was murdered and
who would do such a terrible thing?
Miss Rojas, my condolences.
I'm sure your mother was in her way a remarkable woman
and I hope much less trouble than you seem to be.
The great Sherlock Holmes
I'll solve Mama's murder myself.
And while I'm at it, I'll find Clara Anderson too.
With or without you.
Wait!
Wait.
To be clear,
I do not believe for a minute
you are my offspring.
By putting that aside for the moment,
I do find myself
in need of an assistant.
And from what I have seen on your first day in my employ,
you are a passable artist.
An eager and intelligent pupil
with a surprisingly good open-handed slap.
Please, take a seat.
Clara Anderson's kidnapping is a crime
in which I may not visibly involve myself.
But you, a girl newly arrived in the city and like most
Americans fond of asking far too many questions,
could go where I cannot.
Provided you are truly interested in learning my methods.
If you have something to teach.
I do.
But under some non-negotiable conditions.
Those would be?
You will only undertake tasks I set for you.
You will follow my instructions to the letter.
You will tell no one what you are doing and you will report only to me.
And perhaps the skills you learn may later be employed
to investigate the murder of your mother.
In the meantime, to avoid suspicion,
you will remain in your current position.
Scullery maid and cook at two pounds per month. Agreed?
Okay then.
When do we start on finding Clara?
Tomorrow morning.
Do you have anything else to say?
If my mother said so...
Then I am your daughter.
Just help me crack the case.
Sorry to leave you here,
but others will be here very soon.
And you won't be alone.
Hear that?
They're still alive. They've been here for weeks.
Please don't be any trouble, Clara.
The other men who watch this place, well...
they're not as nice as me.
I have to close the lid now.
No!
If I were you, I'd just...
try to get some sleep.
No!
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