I guess we didn't solve the crime of the century.
They're robbing the bank of England.
Someone brilliantly anticipated my actions.
By bringing the press with him into the vault,
Whitlock made sure the world would know about the robbery
and launched a financial panic
allowing the Thread to buy the bank for pennies on the pound.
Why steal plans for a weapon in California?
Why demand keys of the American ambassador?
I have already solved quite a few of your problems, Lady Violet.
Including those related to the less-than-accidental death
of one of your debutantes.
I've arranged a special guest for Clara's debut.
The current Prime Minister of Her Majesty's Government.
I will not allow Clara's ball or my embassy
to be used as an auction house for weapons.
One cannot decapitate the entire upper class.
Dan Moriarty did not kill the coachman to save you.
He did it to save me.
I will bring that empire to its knees.
I am the Red Thread.
We have the financial means.
We have the weapon.
Now all we need is the inciting incident.
I am afraid to be disappointed.
I hardly recognize myself.
It's only a costume for a role you're about to play.
Come, let the gentlemen see.
Why, you are a princess.
If princesses wobble.
Now I get my Cinderella lost her slipper.
But this gown is far too tight.
Shouldn't you let it out?
Why, Mr. Holmes, it is the fashion.
You won't be running over any coffins in this gown.
Men's hearts will do all the racing tonight.
That's enough about racing hearts, Mr. Halligan.
We already have enough patience.
Fetch the carriage and bring it to the front door.
You can leave the envelopes to me, Mr. Holmes.
We have them in hand.
We'll get those debutants some competition tonight, Miss Rojas,
at Clara Anderson's ball.
Have some fun for once.
I thought she didn't like me.
Her sister has been rescued,
which has had a beneficial effect on her disposition.
Also, you too have changed.
From a courageous but immature child
to an adult who practices the virtues of patience and reason.
Also, you have helped me to solve a mystery
that has bedeviled me for 20 years.
And what mystery is that?
- What's it is, Holmes? - Thank goodness you're here.
She's desperately ill and won't let me see her.
What's wrong with her then?
After dinner, she complained of headaches and dizziness,
and she locked herself in the lavatory and vomited,
and now she's refusing to come out.
Little Dove?
Dr. Watson's here now.
Good evening, Little Dove.
I am sorry to find you unwell.
It's nothing.
I'm much better. If I could...
if I could return to my own room,
I apologize for any trouble.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You'll never... any trouble, I'll rush down and get us a cab.
No, Holmes, Holmes, I have a carriage.
- I can easily transport her. - Sherlock, it...
it would be quicker if I left now with Dr. Watson,
and if I were to worsen, he could... he could help me.
Are you certain?
Yes.
You've been very kind.
Never think otherwise.
I'll send a message tomorrow as soon as I'm well.
Don't worry for me.
Promise.
Of course. No worrying.
No worrying.
For the sake of the young woman's honor, I implore you...
I can't stop seeing her, John.
Indeed, I have other plans in mind altogether.
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The next morning, your mother left no message.
By the time I arrived at her room,
she was on a ship back to America.
Why?
That is the unsolved mystery of which I spoke.
I thought perhaps your mother's concern for me caused her to leave.
Had we married, we would have been shunned by many reputable people.
An expression I use without irony,
but I failed to recognize...
She had morning sickness.
It was not openly discussed at the time,
and I knew... I knew... I knew very little about it.
Mama left to save your career.
Or her child.
Deducing she could not rescue both,
she chose you.
Also, the weapon she designed was rejected by our Government,
or else Lady Violet never showed the plans to her father.
Your mother was aware that our wedding could well draw
the lurid scrutiny of the press.
I suggested retiring to the country to raise bees.
Raise bees?
Why does everyone always repeat the idea in that tone of voice?
What happened to the need for irrefutable evidence?
Nothing.
It's just, this evening can well prove dangerous.
While the outcome remains in doubt,
I wanted you to have all the facts.
If all goes well,
we can return to this conversation once the danger has passed.
I no longer need to wear a gun with my formal attire.
I've waited this long.
I can wait another day.
One question, though.
If you're able to force Chief Inspector Whitlock into cooperating...
Oh, Whitlock, Whitlock.
He duped me, he duped me,
and I shall take great pleasure in returning the favor.
Could we have Lady Violet arrested for Mama's murder?
I think it more likely she hired someone for the purpose,
provided the weapon rather than carrying out the deed herself.
Besides, the crime was committed in America, not here.
Still, Whitlock may yet implicate Lady Violet
in other equally horrifying offenses.
If only we knew why she needed the keys
from the American embassy.
Yes, and what they unlock.
The Moriarty boy also has plans for this evening.
He's likely to seek you out, but to find you...
I know. My carriage awaits.
I've always wanted to say it, but that...
Whoa. Steady on those heels.
Are you sure these shoes aren't going to be an issue this evening?
They'll be okay. I just...
I need to fix the laces.
Yes, the laces. Go, go, go, go.
Sorry. One second.
Oh, that's it. I've got it.
Better.
Now...
you take great care.
Do not be impetuous.
I'll be okay. Don't worry.
She's taken my gun.
And my handkerchief.
What the devil is she up to?
_
Chief Inspector Whitlock here.
- To whom am I speaking, please? - Your betters, that's who.
And I have a serious problem.
I have already solved quite a few of your problems, Lady Violet,
including those related to the less than accidental death
of one of your debutantes.
Your taste for violence has become...
I'm in no mood for a lecture on morality,
especially from a man who has been so handsomely rewarded
- for betraying the law. - Good evening, Chief Inspector.
I do hope I'm not interrupting your travel plans.
I noticed a ticket for a late train to Dover
and another for a trip to Calais on your hall table.
I'm embarking on a well-deserved holiday.
What the hell are you doing in my house, Swann?
Oh, I thought the recording would make the reason
for my presence here incredibly clear.
It is against the law to listen to a man's telephone calls.
Well, everything about this conversation was preserved legally.
I have a warrant here, signed by the Prime Minister himself,
allowing me to record all conversations on your telephone.
And yet you play this recording for me,
and not Lord Salisbury. I wonder why.
Because in return for one-fifth
of the American ambassador's missing gems,
which you recovered from Lord Withersea's estate after his suicide,
I would give this recording to you, not the Prime Minister.
I might have considered that offer had I plans to return,
but my holiday could easily extend to the rest of my life.
So I could just shoot you for breaking in tonight.
You could kill Detective Swann and me.
- Holmes. - We do, of course,
have several copies of that recording,
as well as evidence connecting you to the criminal syndicate known as the Red Thread.
I know where the police have been placed around this entire city this evening.
They will presently be occupied with much bigger problems
than the murder of a non-entity
and a past his prime consulting detective.
Are you sure you know where the police are?
You seem terribly surprised to find Detective Swann in your parlour.
You'd be more surprised if you managed to fire that gun
before we finished this conversation.
Perhaps we should base your next course of action
on whether you prefer a prison cell or swinging from the neck
until dead.
I may be past my prime, but I've never been more celebrated.
What event could possibly overshadow my murder?
Perhaps the escape of the carriage drivers who tried to rob the Bank of England?
They were rebels,
hoping to crush the empire's financial systems.
Fools. And only slightly worse than Parliament,
filled with politicians and their petty ambitions.
War will sweep them away and return power and authority
to the Crown where it belongs.
As for the wretched drivers, no, they will not be escaping.
I merely struck their names from the lists of known revolutionaries
and introduced them to Dan Moriarty.
Or, if you prefer his alias,
- Michael Wylie. - Michael Wylie?
But, sir, that's the clerk that Miss Rojas demanded to see.
Swann! The criminal confesses to us, not the other way around.
You know, leaving the country with the ambassador's jewels
makes you look less like a royalist and more like a criminal
escaping with an enormous bribe for your unique assistance.
No one else could have ordered so many custom-made carriages
ostensibly designed for the transport of the criminally insane,
or employed these carriages for the supposed transfer of the gold
from the ship to the bank, or indeed,
allowed me to inspect one such carriage in great detail.
Inspect it?
The carriage nearly ran you down.
Young Moriarty was absolutely furious for having to save you.
It should have been unnecessary.
Both men were meant to abandon the kidnapping and flee.
The young Moriarty failed to reflect
on how much a hardened criminal might sacrifice for the honor of killing me.
Oh, that reporter you brought along to the bank,
that was to instigate the market crash.
Isn't it obvious?
Well, I've been far more instrumental
than you seem to understand.
In many ways, I am the Red Thread,
and through my office, I have kept the rest of my confederates
from ever being caught committing a crime.
They will prove grateful.
And for interrupting my escape,
I expect the Red Thread to murder your...
Shall we still refer to her as your maid?
Knock senseless with a single blow.
Mr. Holmes, I have no idea.
Yes, I was something of a boxer in my youth.
Marvel, Swann, by all means, marvel.
Cuff the man.
Yes, of course.
Oh, and hand me his revolver.
I am in need of a weapon.
Jewels.
_
Clara was so excited when she realized you were joining us
and that she would also be meeting your children.
The ambassador and I are grateful and amazed
you would make such a long journey.
Please have an enjoyable evening,
and thank you so much for coming.
His Excellency, the Ambassador from Germany,
Count von Hatzfeldt, zu Wildenburg, and his wife.
Pleasure, Miss Anderson.
Ambassador Anderson,
I congratulate you on saving the British Empire.
Don't fall for that.
He was fit to be tied when all that gold was found.
But I was never prouder to be an American.
Enjoy your special evening, Miss Anderson.
And don't make hasty decisions when it comes to marriage.
If you like to dance, younger men can keep you spinning all night.
Thank you, Countess, for that well-meaning advice.
There's more where that came from.
Oh, what an incredible resource.
Thank you.
Lady Violet, I hope you save a waltz for me tonight.
Thank you, Count Wildenburg.
His Excellency, Prime Minister Lord Robert Arthur Talbot Gascoigne Cecil,
Marquis of Salisbury, Knight of the Order of the Garter,
Knight of the Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order,
Privy Counsellor and Deputy...
Thank you. Thank you ever so much.
Your kindness in allowing our police to search the premises
has made me the last of the guests to arrive.
But we are thankful that you will be well protected.
We are sensible of the great honour you pay us this evening.
Oh, the honour is all mine.
And you, young lady,
have united all of London's diplomatic community in one place.
Single-handedly ending my policy of splendid isolation.
I would never suggest a man of your experience would be in error.
Yet, I am persuaded my guests are even more interested in you than they are me.
Diplomacy runs in the family, I see.
Oh, now if you'll excuse me for one moment.
They're playing my song.
- Let's go through, my dears. - Shall we?
In society,
maintaining a lady's proper altitude
requires a balance, a twist, defiance and elegance.
You have too much of one and not enough of the other.
My lords, ladies, and gentlemen,
the American ambassador to the Court of St. James,
Mr. Paul Anderson with his wife.
And the guest of honor, their daughter,
Clara Reichart Anderson.
Shall we?
Good evening, Amelia.
Sorry, you surprised me.
_
May I have this dance?
I don't know the steps. This is not what I think of as dancing.
You watched it being taught.
It's quite simple, really.
Let me show you.
I can't carry on and instruct you.
Move with the music.
One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three.
See?
Easy.
It's odd.
I was with Clara greeting guests all evening,
- and yet I missed your arrival. - I was already here,
in a small party, celebrating our...
successful intervention in saving the bank.
I'm surprised Mr. Holmes wasn't invited.
Wasn't he at all helpful?
His reward is the gratitude of the ruling class,
which he fully deserves.
What we deserve, Amelia,
is a new world, a better world.
I could take you there, if you'd like me.
Can you also take me back to California?
And to my mother's ranch, too?
That's where she was murdered.
My mother, Lucia Rojas.
The killers stole map cases with her designs.
And they left a red thread around the knife that they killed her with.
Does that sound familiar?
It's the first I've heard of it.
And I am...
I'm deeply sorry.
You didn't know Lady Violet sent someone to kill my mother
and steal her weapon design?
I had no idea.
Please.
Do you blame Clara or her family for the colonization of your continent?
And the mass murder of your people?
Is her father not associated with the Government
that tried to eradicate the native tribes?
- Do not hold me to a higher standard - _
- than you do the Andersons. - _
I refuse responsibility for Lady Violet or her schemes.
Your quarrel is with her, not with me.
You use this idea for a better world
to justify all the crimes you'll commit to create it.
That's the exact idea that dispossessed my people
from their lives and their land.
- If you really want a better world, - _
why not help people figure out how to share the one we already have?
Unless what you really want is not to free everyone,
but to take the world for yourself, is that it, Dan?
Amelia,
if Lady Violet sees the chance,
she will kill you.
I know.
I'm counting on it.
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
In fact, save me another dance.
We can pick this up where we left off.
A very good job on the gold, Mr. Holmes. A very good job.
- Hi, I can't tell you how relieved I... - Thank you, Inspector.
Are you here tonight as part of the Prime Minister's police?
Not to worry. We searched the building before allowing the PM to enter,
and our deployment was organized by the Chief Inspector,
- so I have no doubt... - Yes, yes, yes, yes.
I believe your lack of doubt is the principal reason
Whitlock chose you for this assignment.
Mr. Dankworth left this for you, Mr. Holmes.
From a professor friend of yours, I believe.
Thank you very much.
As the PM's police, we're always worried,
but Lord Salisbury is safe here tonight.
Safe as if you were in a vault in the Bank of England. I disagree.
The Prime Minister is the target of desperate assassins,
and the police have been prearranged to allow the killers to escape.
- Have you checked this balcony? - Oh, yeah, not to worry, Mr. Holmes.
- The entrances are locked. - Locked?
The balconies are decrepit and unsafe,
and all the keys to the various entrances are lost,
so it's not in any way a threat.
- Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes. - Not now, Miss Anderson.
Please, it's about the Red Thread.
One moment.
Inspector, your precautions are inadequate.
Take the Prime Minister home immediately.
Lady Violet just threatened me.
Threatened you how?
I was told that if I don't take my next dance with the Turkish ambassador
and tell him to meet her in the stables by her carriage,
she will ruin me.
She knows about Charlie.
Lady Violet's threats will come to naught. Where's Amelia?
Oh, of course.
Just when I needed her the most.
Right.
Fancy seeing you here.
First time in a stable?
You make a great mistake by confronting me in this manner.
I'm sorry.
Allow me to follow the etiquette of a proper servant.
You are even less clever than I supposed.
This pitiful show of force will have no effect
on the business I transact tonight.
I'm not here to stop the sale of my mother's designs.
I want justice for her murder.
The map case you're holding and the knife from your collection in your parlor?
The one that was left in my mother's heart?
They both prove that you conspired to kill her.
Since you insist on bringing it up,
do not forget what was tied to the knife
when you pulled it from dear mommy's heart.
Harm me and the Red Thread will dispatch you
before you ever meet a judge.
I'm not sure about that.
Your friend the Chief Inspector is under arrest.
- Your influence with the police. - Your influence with the police...
I should have thrown you from the ship when I had the chance.
Return to the ball
and I shall forgive this insolent intrusion into my affairs.
No.
Place the map case on the ground and roll it toward me.
Why not just shoot me and take it?
I don't want the gunshot to frighten the horses before I make my escape.
You have fantasized about this confrontation far too much.
No.
I refuse to play my assigned part.
If you want the map case, little girl,
come and take it.
Be warned, you are in grave danger.
- From what? - Gravity.
Take your hands off my daughter.
At last, you admit the truth.
Of course, we have guessed it, put it is satisfying to hear it spoken out loud.
Dear, dear, what will happen when the public learns
you fathered a child out of wedlock with a savage
and kept your offspring as a maid?
Well, maybe the public will be more horrified to learn that you murdered an innocent girl
just to open a date for Clara Anderson's debut.
Or perhaps they'll concentrate on your attempts
to sell a devastating weapon to one of England's potential foes
while trying to start a war.
Do not mistake me for an adolescent girl
whom you can manipulate with threats of gossip.
We are beyond that.
I'll show you just how far beyond, and I beg you,
do not prematurely fire my revolver.
The Red Thread has unraveled.
Now for your sake, give me the gun
and tell me how you were to assassinate Lord Salisbury.
Quickly.
I could have helped,
but I have been put off by your condescending attitude.
You see, I am the Red Threat.
So whatever you think you've accomplished,
it will not come undone.
The Moriarty boy will see that war begins this very night,
and that was always my purpose.
This is justice at its most poetic.
The world's most esteemed detective perishes
with his greatest mystery unsolved.
Events might have turned out differently
had you not fallen for that primitive, wild woman.
Or realized my wit was the equal of your own.
I shall treasure our final party until my dying day.
Farewell, Sherlock.
Farewell, Lady Violet.
Lucky for you, she didn't look down the barrel before firing the gun.
I could see my handkerchief crammed inside there from where I stood,
at your high heels.
You kept up this wobble so that Lady Violet would think...
Would think I was a clumsy ox.
Otherwise, she might not have attacked me.
Very impressive balancing act.
Hardly surprising, given that both your parents were virtuosos
of the theatrical arts.
Indeed, were I not a genius, I might well have become
an actor.
Ah, yes.
Take a look at this.
During a visit to his father,
Dan Moriarty claimed he was the Red Thread,
as did Lady Violet, as did Chief Inspector Whitlock when I confronted him.
So there seems to be some confusion amongst our conspirators
over which one of them is in charge.
And though they differ on what it should accomplish,
they all share the same objective,
the commencement of a great war.
That is something more than a crime.
Did I hear a gunshot out here?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Lady Violet is a victim of her own malice,
I'm sorry to say, since she was attempting to murder me.
Wait, I told you to return the Prime Minister to number 10.
I asked him to leave, Mr. Holmes,
but he said not before he delivers a toast to Miss Anderson.
Alas, this debutante.... Stand aside.
Excuse me. Stand aside.
Before I say anything else,
I would like to speak four of the most important words in the English language.
God save the Queen!
And before we adjourn to our dining...
Head for the Ambassador.
Make sure he gets Lord Salisbury away from the podium, out of the light.
United States that at their convenience, we would welcome our former...
Ambassador, the Prime Minister is in danger.
You need to get him out of this room.
Of course, I jest.
Our host's recent boldness in preventing a crash
in our financial markets is due a tribute itself.
But not tonight.
Tonight is for a very special young woman
who has emerged from a life-threatening crisis
with all her grace and maturity.
Those qualities that convert a woman
from a mere wife and mother
to a source of modern refinement.
Join me now
as I raise a glass to Miss Clara Anderson,
whose beauty, brilliance, and refinement...
The killer was an uninvited guest.
One cannot decapitate the entire upper class
and their gentry accomplices.
- That has been tried. - Pay no attention to Herr Bernt.
Look, these shoes, part of the waitstaff's livery.
His cufflinks.
So our would-be assassin arrived with the catering
but changed his clothes before trying to shoot the Prime Minister.
Good shot, I must say.
In the dark, too.
Very near thing, a very near thing indeed.
Now, what do we have here?
Oh. What's that?
That, Bertie,
is the new naval ensign for the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
That's how the war is supposed to begin.
Pardon me for the change in subject,
your telegram mentioned something about the Ambassador's jewels.
In a moment, Bertie.
Amelia, you recognize the cufflinks.
Amelia?
How can you even hope to find the accomplice without the police to help you?
Because I already know who the accomplice is.
This attack may have been orchestrated by the young Moriarty,
but he would never have sacrificed himself in the attempt.
I believe Amelia has gone in search of him.
We must wish her success.
And in the meantime, Bertie,
seek out the ambassador.
Amelia,
- stand aside. - No.
I don't have time for this.
You said that you didn't know anything about what happened in California.
But Lady Violet was selling my mother's designs
as a weapon of war the same night that you were trying to start one.
- That's not a coincidence! - I don't want a war.
I want a revolution.
You made a lot of money from this revolution.
You say you're a rebel, but you act like an outlaw.
All rebels are outlaws until they win.
In victory, I promise you the greatest history money can buy.
You're in my way.
I could shoot you where you stand.
But...
But if you swear on your life not to tell anyone you saw me here,
if you walk away now, I'll let you live.
Someone probably will find you here.
Eventually.
But I swear, I will never, under any circumstances,
tell anyone where I saw you.
But I'd blow that out if I were you.
Why?
Because the air in the passage comes from a vent in this door.
So pretty soon you're gonna have to choose between seeing and breathing.
Amelia! Amelia!
Let me out!
Why, this... it's amazing.
After the events of this evening,
my wife might well find some comfort in the recovery of her jewels.
I will return the insurance company's benefit tomorrow,
and I'm sure they will pay you a handsome reward.
But what about Mr. Holmes,
to whom you claim we owe so much?
I intend to split my bonus with Holmes,
for he's no interest in money.
Thank you, Sherlock, for allowing me to conduct my business first.
At last, Ambassador.
We arrive at the moment where we must tell each other the truth.
Well, that sounds slightly ominous.
Are we at odds, Mr. Holmes?
Well, I'm not here to befriend you, if that's what you mean.
But lives are at stake, so we must negotiate.
I am protected by diplomatic immunity.
And even were I not, I have committed no crime.
Well, I cannot prove otherwise.
In the attempted assassination of Lord Salisbury, you are guiltless.
The keys to the balcony were surrendered
in exchange for your daughter's life.
And the payment of a ransom is not illegal.
Chief Inspector Whitlock has protected you
and most of your associates from criminal liability
in exchange for a bribe, which you arranged.
Bribe?
- What bribe? - The jewels, of course.
Which you allowed to be stolen
so that Chief Inspector Whitlock could find and keep them.
It's a remarkably sophisticated payoff.
Simultaneously corrupting the police
whilst obtaining for yourselves the true value of the gems,
which you then converted into an enormous fortune.
And look, the bribe returns, none the worse for its absence.
Much like Clara,
though I do admit some surprise at the depths of your amorality.
Not even the kidnapping of your daughter
could convince you to abandon your accomplices.
What a hypocrite you are.
How dare I allow Clara to remain in the vicinity
of Dan Moriarty and Lady Violet?
Who else but a monster would risk his own child's life
by putting her in the constant company of murderers and thieves?
And yet you accuse me of immorality.
I do, indeed.
Every other member of the Red Thread
with whom I have spoken wanted to start a great war
involving Britain and other colonial powers.
- Is that your position, too? - Far from it.
In fact, I advise against the conflict as unwise.
But not too much.
For a great war amongst Europe's industrial powers
can have but one winner.
The United States.
As our biggest competitors destroy each other,
America will step into the manufacturing breach,
helped by some smart investments
under my direction at the Bank of England.
Honestly, with so many of its own citizens determined
that your country cannot continue as it is,
one must deduce that the British Empire
has passed its zenith.
Anything else?
Oh, yes.
Yes, there is.
You may be aware that my dear old friend, Dr. Watson,
occasionally writes about my cases.
And he avoids charges of libel whilst disguising
his character so clumsily that only a complete fool
could fail to recognize,
well, your daughter, for example.
You would not dare to allow him...
Not dare, sir. I will chain him to the desk.
I will supply the ink myself.
Now I offer a fair exchange,
Clara's future happiness for Amelia's,
and if I or anyone close to me should meet with an accident
or die or be just a little late for dinner,
then the case of the Red Thread
will be immediately published in The Strand.
Oh, don't bother looking shocked.
The bargain I propose
is why you agreed to have Amelia in your household,
to protect her from your more vicious associates.
I will protect your daughter,
- and you will protect mine. - Yes.
Yes, this is the disagreeable treaty by which we must keep the peace.
Now, I mention in parting.
Everyone else who sought to profit from a position in the Red Thread
seems to have been badly mistaken.
Even after death.
Good night, sir.
A most unsatisfactory ending.
- _ - Professor Moriarty
comes out more sympathetic than he should.
And I object to Amelia being left out of the plot.
- She played a role in all... - On this subject,
I am immovable.
Amelia may stay and work with us,
but our relationship must be kept a secret,
known only to the people in this room.
We hoped not to interrupt breakfast with your daughter.
Don't worry, Mr. Holmes.
We understand the dangers well enough.
The secret will hold.
I can but hope.
It won't be the same without you.
You'll have Mr. Halligan here, and I will visit on Sundays.
Guard Watson's manuscript well.
With my life, sir, if necessary.
If it's any comfort there, I'll be making breakfast from now on.
That should be a little relief.
Mrs. Halligan will doubtlessly read that story on her way home.
It's a shame it can't be published.
With the ambassador untouchable,
it leaves you with a problematic finish.
How did Dan make such a daring getaway?
Must have been very well planned.
Amelia could not even imagine the workings of such a wicked mind.
Shocking. Starting a war to bring down the Empire.
Forgive me while I scrub the ink off my hands.
Thank you for a very warm welcome, Dr. Watson.
I am glad for the reinforcements.
Together we can help Holmes master everything, but his ego.
Who else but a monster
would risk his own child's life
by putting her in the constant company of murderers and thieves.
Much as I respect your abilities,
I have lately wondered if I have put you in danger
more than I should have.
Look, Mr. Holmes, I mean...
father.
- Papa? - Worse, I think.
Papa.
Yeah.
- We'll figure it out. - Yes.
Don't be hard on yourself.
I was determined to find Mama's killers and bring them to justice.
And along the way, you offered me insight, guidance,
and now a chance to be your partner.
A silent partner.
I would not want our relationship to threaten your safety.
And I admit,
with the Moriarty boy on the loose,
I am happier to have you here
and in the family business, as it were.
I don't think you need to worry about Dan coming back.
I don't expect to ever see him again.
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