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 Wylie.
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.
I can't get the sight of Emma out of my head.
Dead. 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.
Help!
_
Who on earth 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.
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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 Newgate 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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Mama.
As you say.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
- _ - 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 Talbot Gascoyne-Cecil,
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.
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.
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?
How goes your own struggle with the Thread?
They have slowed their advance into my territory.
Perhaps one day, you 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.
- _ - 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.
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 a hand till they get more staff.
But we ain't chimney sweeps, eh?
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.
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 Holmes.
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 Sir 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.
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 bankruptcy.
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.
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?
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 door handles 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 bottom?
- 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 one of my men around with directions.
Oh and Clarence?
- Yes, Mr. Holmes. - Be on your guard.
Especially around any coachmen you might see.
_
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. Wylie.
You don't want to sound as if you're hauling
a guillotine to Piccadilly.
Besides one cannot decapitate the entire upper class
and the gentry accomplices.
That has been tried.
Pay no attention to Herr Bernt.
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.
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.
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.
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. - 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.
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?
I'm sorry, I forget myself.
It's okay.
It's a lot more fun than listening to petitions being read.
Is it?
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 Weams and Magott 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. - 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 Halligans have parked my carriage.
Yellow, the Duke of Leicester,
where Bertie guards the drive.
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.
Swann, trust I'm not too early.
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 scullery 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.
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.
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.
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.
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