All language subtitles for Sherlock_and_Daughter_S01E02[_3983]_Legendas01.ENG

This crisis with my sister and
Dr. Watson's kidnapping.

Who did he give us?

I can't take this case.

You will observe the thread.

But Watson and Hudson will
pay like your maid.

Do you know anyone in London?

A gentleman who lives
on Baker Street.

How mysterious.

Paul Anderson, newly appointed
US ambassador.

This morning we woke to find
my daughter, missing.

Clara is missing?

You're the girl from the ship.

Who are you?

You're my father.

I do not believe for a minute
you are my offspring.

I do find myself in need
of an assistant.

Clara Anderson's kidnapping
is a crime

in which I may not visibly
involve myself.

You could go where I cannot.

(suspenseful music)

The Kidnapping of the
ambassador's daughter actually

began in the kitchen with the
summons from upstairs.

While the maid took the
hot water jar

to the ambassador and his wife,

Charlie saw his opportunity

and added a sleeping draught
to the cocoa.

Soon, the house fallen silent,

Charlie was able to
abduct Clara.

I assume he carried the
girl down the stairs

out the back door,

put her in the ambassador's
coach

and drove out the gate

headed to the high road,

but did you turn left or right?

I'm ready to go, Mr. Holmes.

What, the devil?

I was just about to ascertain
which way the kidnapper went.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was up half the night.

Excitement, I guess.

You said you would teach me.

Ah, yes.

So I shall.

Your first lesson will
begin at once.

Come.

(theme music)

I thought my lessons would
be in detection.

Finding Clara Anderson,

learning how to investigate
my mother's murder.

To assist me, you must learn
to follow instructions

far more complex than properly
boiling an egg.

Now, take this, and let's put
your work to the test.

Follow me.

(footsteps)

So it wasn't terrible?

It's your best attempt yet.

You may soon be capable
of porridge.

Now to examine your artistry.

(mellow music)

Detailed hand.

Good likeness.

(knock and door opening)

Mr. Holmes, the American
ambassador is downstairs again

with Inspector Bullivant.

Show them in.

Wait in the other room.

Mr. Holmes will see you now.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Any news?

Ambassador Anderson insisted on
thanking you personally,

but he has entrusted his case
entirely to the yard.

Along with my own pinkertons.

I assume you know that agency?

Yes, I am familiar with
their work.

But my wife and I wish to say
how grateful we are

for your efforts.

You're most welcome.

Did the kidnappers contact
you, sir?

have you been asked
for a ransom?

It's my case now, Mr. Holmes.

No need to concern yourself
further.

We'll be on our way.

Inspector, did you manage to
locate Mr. Anderson's carriage?

or its remains?

We will, I promise.

Bye.

Ambassador Anderson,

are you certain nothing else
was taken from your house?

Quite sure, sir.

Why do you ask?

Mr. Holmes likes his riddles.

Come, sir, we've work to do.

(door closing)

Now that I have been officially
let go,

I can more easily investigate
Clara's kidnapping.

You wanted to be dismissed.

It was a vital precondition to
involving myself in the case,

which still engages me for
several reasons.

I have good cause to believe
the same people

who abducted Clara have been
involved in taking

other hostages.

Tell me about the Ambassador's
wife.

Clara said her mother's family
owned gold mines.

She wanted Clara to marry
a lord or a duke,

and she was planning Clara's
debut at a port.

I'm sure Her Majesty must be
brimming with excitement.

And this is your first
assignment.

I want you to return to the
Ambassador's residence,

Incongneito

as a servant and find answers
to these questions.

Oh, I have some ideas
of my own.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

A thousand times no.

You will concentrate entirely
on my inquiries.

Okay, but won't the Ambassador
and his wife recognize me?

Well, you'll be working mainly
with plaster

in the grounds of the house
to take impressions

of hoof and boot prints of
the crime scene,

and in the meantime, you may
continue your association

with a cook in the kitchen

where you will never
be noticed.

Now follow these instructions,
do nothing more,

and certainly do nothing less.

All right, Mr. Holmes.

Here, here.

Oh.

(door opening)

(door closing)

My dear Watson, where are you?

(mellow music)

(upbeat music)

(city ambiance)

What's this?

Oh, it's a little plaster.

The Ambassador asked me to
pour it into the

foot and hoof prints around
the grounds.

He wants them saved for
the Inspector

before the crime scene
gets messed up.

It's no job for a maid.

Allow me.

We Pinkertons are used to
this sort of thing.

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

This one.

Right there.

(pouring plaster)

(upbeat music)

Anything else, Miss?

Yeah, could you rinse
that pail out

and put it back in the
potting shed?

I really gotta get back inside.

Yeah.

'Ere I thought you worked for
that Mr Holmes.

I did, but he's unmarried,

and I worry about my
reputation,

so I asked to be sent here.

Well, I'm glad of the help.

The Mistress wants me to
go on as I do,

but the Ambassador has all
his Pinkertons

on the Hunt.

On the Hunt for what?

Can't find his wife's
jewel box,

working up his courage
to tell her.

See, he ain't got no
brass himself,

so that makes losing hers
that much worse.

And hear them gems is
worth a palace.

But, I thought Ambassador
Anderson's was rich.

Lost his shirt when an American
railroad company

went bankrupt, so all the
Mistress' money now

well er and 'er father's.

Imagine losing your daughter

in a great fortune on
the same night,

and all to the coachmen.

Charlie never stole no jewels.

You mark my words it's one of
them Pinkertons as nicked 'em

Charlie's sweet.

Walked out with me on
a few of our evenings off.

Lucky you.

Where did he take you?

The seven bells in Stepney

Always bought me a port wine.

And he tell me about his gold.

Charlie has gold.

Was going to inherit it.

Any day.

And when he did, he said he'd
take me to America.

But now, they'll find him
and hang him.

Just you see they don't.

(music)

(upbeat music)

Must be wonderful to have such
beautiful dresses.

Well, Mama and I have to look
good for Papa.

Down the stairs, look, you've
got a reporter coming up here.

You have to be invisible
to get by me.

(door opening)

Let!

Go!

Take your hands off of me!

I can arrest you for
trespassing.

I told your employers services
are no longer required.

He doesn't know I'm here.

Please don't tell Mr. Holmes.

What is going on?

We found Holmes' maid snooping
around Clara's bedroom.

Clara was my friend
and I promised

that I would do everything
to find her.

If we don't need Mr. Holmes,

we certainly don't need
his maid.

But It isn't necessary to
arrest her.

No publicity, I said.

Please, Inspector, allow me
to show the girl out.

Very well.

Should have found you
interfering

in my investigation again.

Why are you here?

Really.

To help you find your daughter,
like I promised,

even if it cost me my job.

Charlie was our coachman.

I know him.

Maybe he was involved,

but planning something like this
is beyond his abilities.

We cannot approve of
these methods,

but we appreciate your efforts.

(door opening)

(city street ambiance)

(upbeat music)

I accept you may have some
deficiencies

as an actual servant,

but surely pretending to be one
was not too much to ask.

I did my best.

And if I hadn't gone back
into Clara's room,

I never would have seen that her
travel dress was missing.

And if I hadn't been caught,

then I never would have been
rescued

by the ambassador's wife.

And I wouldn't know what she
thought about Charlie.

Blind luck.

Better to deduce than to guess.

If you want to solve your
mother's murder,

you will benefit more from
skill than good fortune.

And I ordered you to stay
close to the cook

with whom you would never
have been noticed.

You're only caught because
you disobeyed me.

Now, putting aside

all consideration
of the missing jewels,

are you certain that these
footprints

going from the coach house to
the ambassador's residence

and back are precisely
the same?

One set of footprints leading
into the house,

another leading out.

Same heel, same stride,
same man.

And a large fellow at that.

Had no small footsteps.

So you believe that whilst
a hot water jar

was taken up to the Anderson's
bedroom,

a sleeping draught was
introduced to the cocoa,

and then?

Charlie carried Clara
unconscious

from the house to the carriage.

And these footprints tell us
nothing we didn't already know.

On the contrary, these
footprints are most eloquent.

They explain why the kidnapper
left no ransom note.

They explain why Clara's
favorite travel dress was gone.

And they confirm that Charlie
did indeed

have an accomplice inside
the household.

Now, what of these hoof prints
of the missing horses?

The black one.

(rapid page turning)

With the white star on
his forehead,

he has a large nick in his
left foreshoe.

He'd be easy to identify if
I knew where to look.

Or if we found the carriage.

(rapid page turning)

Torn up, tossed away.

Where then are its ruins?

In London, it would be
very difficult

to destroy an expensive
carriage

without attracting too
much attention.

Now, this is especially true

if one is not used to destroying
carriages.

Who's used to destroying
carriages?

Good question.

Yes.

Though I may not be seen to
investigate this case,

I can still sharpen
my discretion.

And while I saw the riddle of
the missing carriages,

you can find the horses that
drew it dead or alive,

as you florid Americans are
so fond of saying.

But how in a city of a
million horses

am I expected to find two?

Well, that should prove
no challenge

for a tracker of your
self-proclaimed prowess.

Now, there is a list of
every disreputable

beautiful stable yard
in the East End.

The ambassador's horses, hoof
prints, and markings

should be enough to identify
them both.

Find these noble steeds and
bring them to the address

at the bottom of the page.

What about the seven bells?

Don't you think Charlie
could be there

celebrating right now?

Why follow a coach when we could
follow the coachman?

Part of me is not so incautious
as you presume.

You have only one chance to
introduce yourself

to the charming clientele
of the Seven Bells,

so horses first, horse,
thief, later.

Bring them to this address

and you will receive further
instructions.

(high impact music)

(city street ambiance)

(high impact music)

(city street ambiance)

All clear, sir.

Ah, Mr. Holmes.

Well, this is a surprise.

You in the market for your next
carriage so soon?

No, no, no, Clarence.

Beyond its questionable
provenance,

I am perfectly satisfied with
my current vehicle.

Yeah, price was right,
Mr. Homes?

Did you a deal on that
and no mistake.

Speedy little thing.

No, I'm looking for something
a little smarter.

Oh, now that is a beauty.

Yes, do you recall having
seen such a carriage

recently?

Of course I would, but
I didn't.

You know, I give you
my patronage,

not just for your
craftsmanship,

but that's not a coach wheel.

It's stolen from Stepney to
Seven Oaks without you knowing.

You flater me Mr. Holmes, but
a vehicle like that

is beyond the purse of
customers like mine.

Present company excluded,
of course.

Shall we also make an exemption
for Her Majesty,

the Queen of the United

Kingdom and Empress of India,

or are you a purveyor of
carriage parts to the palace?

Well, if she ever called upon
me as her loyal subject,

I should be honored to
do her a deal.

Yes, you know, it's curious.

This impressive likeness is the
shop's only decoration

unrelated to your trade.

Yeah, I mean, God bless
her, you know.

Indeed so why keep the object
of your devotion

on this particular wall?

I just, this wall. Mr.
Holmes, please,

Um, that area's the first

Private

(soft music)

(soft music)

Young lady, that horse is
a veritable Pegasus

attached to a proper carriage.

you will feel you are in flight!

But maybe beyond your
purse there,

I could not part in animals
such as this.

For less than 40 pounds?

Or may I pat him?

Will he allow me?

Of course.

The noble beast.

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

(chuckling)

Look, the horse you were
trying to sell me

belongs to the American
ambassador.

I think that should lower the
price, don't you?

And where's the other one?

Pegasus had a friend.

All right, sir, I admit
that this vehicle

does bear a passing likeness to
the one in your picture, but--

Note these initials: C.H.

Why, Mr. Holmes, them's
my initials.

Your humble servant, Clarence
Halfpenny.

Yes, but Clarence Halfpenny
was not the driver

of this coach when it was
used to kidnap

the American ambassador's
daughter.

That was one Charles
Charlie Holroyd.

Kidnapped? Yes.

The ambassador's daughter? Yes.

And for possessing this
carriage,

which is stolen property used in
the commission of a felony,

you, Clarence, could be looking
at breaking rocks

in Wormwood Scrubs Prison for
quite a few years to come.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you
can't think

I would have bought this
here conveyance

had I any inkling it
was stolen.

Perhaps you can explain that to
an understanding judge.

Or you could begin by telling
me where you met

the man who sold it to you.

What. May I? Please.

Well,

it's sad to say it was,
it was in a pub.

The seven bells in Stepney.

Why, Mr. Holmes, you
are as good

as the stories make
you out of me.

Yes.

And did Charlie not also try to
sell you some jewels?

How did you know he tried to
get me to buy some gems?

Did you buy them?

No sir. I did not.

I can't afford an emerald
at that size,

even if I wanted it,
which I didn't,

besides your friend, Charlie
the coachman,

wouldn't part with them jewels,

for less than twenty
thousand dollars.

Well, that's much less
than they're worth.

I can't even afford a fifth of
that in pounds.

But you did buy the carriage.

Yes, sir.

I have that misfortune.

And now I'm out, six hundred
dollars, I guess,

because you'd be wanting that
back, no doubt.

I'm afraid so.

One of the perils of your
trade, I'm afraid.

And before you ask me your next
question, Mr. Holmes,

I have no idea where that
thieving toerag ran off to.

Well, you may not know
where he went,

but you've just told me
where he is going,

and for that, I am eternally
grateful.

Did I?

Ouch.

(grunting)

Oh.

Look at that.

Not one of ours, Mr. Holmes,

but if you can help cover my
loss on this coach,

you can take that screw
free of charge, hmm?

Not one of yours.

Well, where did this come
from, I wonder?

Hand off the horses,
go upstairs,

and see the fortune teller.

Come on, then.

I was told to come to
this address

for further instructions.

I just gave you further
instructions.

Come on, give me the horse.

Okay.

Upstairs.

Here?

Yes, in there.

Go.

(suspenseful music)

This way, if you please,
Miss Rojas.

You probably weren't expecting

to speak to the dead today,
were you?

Uh, no.

(suspenseful music)

I came here.

No need to say.

I already know.

Goodbye Miss Rojas.

(suspenseful music)

Taken by surprise, are we?

You can't trap me in here.

I already am.

Maybe you shall be less trusted

in the house of the damned.

What did you do to Sherlock
Holmes?

Who?

Sherlock Holmes.

This is his watch.

Tell me where Sherlock is,

or I'll come in there and I'll
knock your head off.

(suspenseful music)

Careful.

I don't want to lose my teeth.

(playful music)

You nearly scared me to death.

I thought something
happened to you.

Well, disguises are not only
for criminals.

They are as vital to
a detective

as the power of deduction.

Now, you were apprehended
by the inspector

because he recognized your face
and your uniform.

Because you went beyond
my specific orders

to stay with the servants and
strayed upstairs,

you have earned yourself
this surprise.

However, your concern for me
was very touching.

Fine.

You fooled me this time.

Well, I must fool the
world every time

if I am to investigate unseen.

For example, this disguise
has just helped me

to visit several pawnbroker
shops without being recognized,

allowing me to confirm some
of my suspicions

about the missing jewels.

But why must you go
unrecognized?

(sigh)

Well,

If you are
to help me, Amelia,

but you should know as much
about the perils

in front of you as possible,

I must therefore share with
you a secret,

a secret that you must promise
never to divulge to anyone.

You have my word as
your daughter.

Alleged daughter.

Now, as I indicated earlier,

Clara Anderson is not the first
successful kidnapping

to compel my attention.

Are you talking about

the son of the
Italian ambassador?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Roberto was let go.

Alas, not so my dear
friend Dr Watson,

and my housekeeper Mrs Hudson,

both of whom were
abducted 2 weeks ago.

And so,

my maid.

The one they found in the river.

Yes.

Yes it is my fault I'm afraid.

made the dreadful mistake
of searching for

when I had been warned
that should I be

seen to investigate these
kidnappings,

hostages would be executed. So
they drowned the poor girl in

the river, but not before
chopping

off her finger. Which they then
sent me in a pencil

box. When this despicable
band of thieves and

murderers commit crimes at
which they forbid

my interference, they leave
behind a signal,

forcing me to depart without
explanation.

Or else Watson or Mrs. Hudson,
could well die.

So at Ambassador Anderson's
house, that's what happened?

There was a signal of some
kind forcing

you to back off. Yes. So I
did. Yet I believe

that were we to solve Clara's
disappearance,

we might also find my friends.
And if I

could contrive some means to
question Charlie the

coachman, then, well, you
understand. Lives

depend on us, but we have
some very important

clues to decipher, the most
important. The

missing jewels. Yes, why
they're so important.

Because why kidnap Clara if
you've already stolen

her ransom?

Very good. Very good
indeed. You'll

make a possible detective
yet. Already prove

your prowess as a tracker.
How much did Charlie

receive with his stolen horses?
Forty dollars a piece,

but they were worth a lot more.
Well, this information

confirms my suspicions.

What'snext?

Take one
of the horses you

retrieved and go directly
to the

seven bells in Stepney. I
hear the proprietor

is looking for a barmaid.
A barmaid? There are

very few roles for young girls
in public houses unless you

prefer to pose as a street
creature

of easy virtue. No, I would not.
No. Here, take this.

Another list. Instruction firms
employing

joiners and carpenters that
made something

of a study of nails and screws.
But this one, plexus me.

See if you can find its
origin and its purpose please.

You couldn't find anything
smaller for me to do? A chip of

gravel, a little ash. Never
underestimate

a piece of evidence because of
its size. In order to solve your

mother's murder, you
must master

every skill.

(music)

(page turning)

My customers don't
have a drink in their hand

every second. Their
bellies think

their throats have been
cut. You sure

you've done bar work before?
Yeah, lots.

(glass clinking)

I'll give you two shillings
for the shift.

If you're any good, you
can stay. Come on.

(live music)

I'm going to go. I need to
get some glasses

I can't serve any of you
until I've got some.

Put that on.
You'll ruin that dress

(foot stomping)

(muffled talking)

Do you know this man?

(muffled talking)

Do you know this man, Charlie?

(muffled talking)

Charlie Holroyd.

If I had 10 bob for every
girl in this boozer,

he told about his gold.

And they all fall for it.

Not you too?

No.

He's got a lady friend of mine
in terrible trouble.

Do you know where I could
find Charlie?

No.

He did used to tell all the
girls not to get attached.

Why?

Had a rich woman on a string,
didn't he?

Does this rich woman
have a name?

I'm sure she does.

But Charlie wouldn't tell me it.

Only that there'd be a big
difference in their ages.

Ruthie!

Alright!

Which I, of course, know.

Charlie don't mind.

(dramatic music)

(glasses clinking)

Uh, sorry.

Do you recognize this
type of screw?

Excuse me, do you recognize this
type of screw?

Do you by any chance recognize
this screw?

Spare a few coppers miss?

I'm afraid this is all I have.

Very kind of you, miss.

Excuse me, but are you
a carpenter?

Used to be.

But how could you tell?

Oh, of course.

There was a time where you
were only considered

a proper joiner if you've lost
a finger or two.

You don't recognize
this, do you?

That there screw is
particular to the

Withersea Coffin Factory.

Down by London docks where
my pa used to work.

You could search the world
for coffin screws

You'll find another like
that one.

(music)

(soft music)

Charlie.

Hello.

Oh, I know you.

Not you again.

I've been here working
all night.

Oh, have you then?

I knew you was under game.

Alright, you've had
your warning.

Look, please.

This is Claire Anderson,

the American
ambassador's daughter.

She was kidnapped the night
that you and I first met.

Chief Inspector told us about
her this morning.

The ambassador's coachman is
a suspected kidnapper

and he just went into that
coffin factory.

Did he now?

You go around there,
keep an eye.

I'll nip to the station and
bring back more men.

I'll be back a bit after
sunrise.

Oh, and miss.

Yes.

If you're hanging my chain,

you'll be in the clink so long

you'll forget what daylight
looks like.

Deal.

(dramatic music)

(city street sound)

(knock on door and opening)

Eggs done the way you
like, sir.

and served early,
as requested,

since we have to be
off so soon.

Where's my new maid?

Miss Rojas, she hasn't
returned.

Bring me the key to her room.

Sir, do you think that's
proper?

I beg your pardon?

I know she's a foreign girl
without experience,

but to enter her private--

Now see here, Mr. Halligan.

This foreign girl may
be in danger

and I wish to see if I can find
a clue as to her whereabouts.

Is that sufficient?

Or do I need to put my request
in writing?

(unlocking door)

That'll be all.

Go on and prepare for our trip
in the ambassador's carriage.

(dramatic music)

Not bad.

(fast page turning)

How quickly will they be here?

Stall as long as you can, mate.

Getting these hostages out alive
in a hurry will be a job.

But we'll think of something.

(dramatic music)

(city street ambiance)

(muffled screaming)

I want them gems Charlie.

No, I was supposed to keep
them until--

Change of plans.

I've been tipped off, police
are on their way.

Hand them over now.

It's all there.

It had better be.

Where are we taking
the prisoners?

Watson and the housekeeper
are coming with us.

The girl goes with you.

Distract the police by setting
fire to this place

then untie the ambassador's
daughter's hands

and take her gag out.

Then drop the girl off
near our house

and make a break for
it and get good

and away from London boy.

No one can be seen with
you. Understand?

Take Clara home?

What?

I thought I was supposed to--

We got the gems!

And the ambassador's giving
up the keys,

so his daughter has to
be returned.

If I don't see flames,

when I look back over
my shoulder,

you'll rue the day.

(upbeat music)

Charlie!

Get a move on!

(upbeat dramatic music)

Two coffins?

(dramatic music)

Yaaah.

(dramatic music)

(city street ambiance)

Whoa, Whoa.

Get up.

Come on.

(muffled talking)

(upbeat music)

Here!

(dramatic music)

(police whistles)

(muffled talking)

Got him, Inspector!

Where's the ambassador's
daughter?

Oh, come on, find her.

(mellow music)

When I galloped around the
corner and saw Mr. Halligan

on the Ambassador's coach
I knew you'd be here.

How did you know where
to find me?

I didn't.

I came to intercept Charlie
before he and Clara

boarded the only ship bound
for America

in the next two days.

You guessed that Charlie was
taking Clara to America?

I never guess.

Charlie was in a great haste to
sell the ambassador's jewels

and horses, but for dollars,
not for pounds and dollars,

are not the currency of
this country.

He wouldn't part from
them jewels

for less than twenty
thousand dollars.

I beg you, please do not
tell my parents.

Don't tell your parents how you
planned your own kidnapping

and stole your mother's jewels.

How you opened your parents'
bedroom window

so they'd be cold enough to ask
for a hot water jar

allowing Charlie to dump the
laudanum into the cocoa

to drive us from the scent.

As I noted, Charlie did indeed
have a confederate

inside the household,
and here she is.

But I was told that there was
an age difference

between Charlie and his
rich girlfriend.

Yes, Charlie is 32,
Clara is 17.

Now what happens to you next
depends on whether you are

capable of telling the truth.

Were there any others being
held hostage

in the coffin factory?

Yes, Mr. Holmes, a
man and wife,

though I never heard
their voices.

Why do you suppose they were
married, this couple?

Because when our captors
would take them

out of their coffins to visit
the laboratory,

they were referred to
as Doctor and Mrs.

Disaster.

How on earth did you come
up with

this preposterous kidnapping?

It was Charlie's idea.

He knew my parents would
never have agreed

to us being together, not
because Charlie is twice my age,

but because he is so far
below my station,

that it wasn't supposed to
happen until a month from now.

All of a sudden, Charlie was
in a desperate hurry.

He begged me to go with him.

He said he was in danger,
and he only asked me

to take the jewels so that we
might have an income

on which to live when
we married.

They are insured, Mr. Holmes.

My father is in debt.

It was also for his sake.

And even after your elopement
went so terribly wrong,

you were still prepared
to sail to America

with this criminal?

I was a fool!

I was used, tricked into
stealing from my own family

for an elopement, which my
parents' reputations

could have endured.

But if the world thinks
me a thief,

dear God, my father will
have to resign.

Whoa!

That may not be necessary.

This is where our paths
diverge

but listen to me closely.

Charlie does not give you
away even in prison

for fear of his accomplices.

And I doubt if anyone but
I will discover

you are a self-kidnapping
jewel thief,

certainly not Inspector
Bullivant.

So I'm out of danger?

Hardly.

Charlie's employers let you
live, knowing what you know.

It's probably so they can
blackmail you.

So if and when they contact
you, send for me.

In the meantime, when describing
your rescue,

you may talk of Amelia, but do
not mention my name.

Do you understand?

Lives are at stake, including
your own.

(mellow music)

I pity you, Clara.

I hardly need tell you
any destination

but your parents' residence
would be extremely ill-advised.

(horse galloping)

How did you know about Charlie
and Clara?

When you told me when
you handed over

the plastered casts of
the footprints

going in and out of the
ambassador's house.

But there was just one
pair of boots

and a track going in and
out was the same.

Charlie carried Clara
from the room.

How could the footprints be
exactly the same,

both coming and going?

Surely the returning
set would be--

It would have been deeper

because of the way Charlie
was carrying,

but they weren't deeper.

So Charlie knocked on Clara's
door with the all clear.

He left behind the candle

and the empty cup of cocoa
as misdirection and

they both exited by the
front door.

Clara in her favorite
travel dress,

which you noted was missing.

And I'm sure that Charlie could
have confirmed all this

and had I been able to question
him indeed,

were it not for you.

I might even now be rescuing
my friends

who suffer for their closeness
to me.

But I found them.

I found your friends.

I solved the riddle
of the screw.

It brought me to the
coffin factory.

I alerted the police.

That's why the kidnappers
escaped.

They knew the police
were coming

and they fled with their
hostages.

How could they know?

Because I am dealing not
only with a greedy,

ignorant coachman and a silly
adolescent girl,

but with a vast criminal
syndicate of unbridled reach.

And yes, even inside
the police,

a syndicate whose ultimate
purpose I'm here to comprehend.

But you can still question
Charlie.

He's in custody.

Do you think I could just
waltz into prison

without the whole world
knowing,

or is this your plan all along

to destroy this last
chance I had

to rescue Watson and
Mrs. Hudson?

Why would you think that?

Because through your actions,
they are lost to me.

And all the time you
kept a secret.

How do you explain this, which
I found in your room?

Why was it there?

I have no time to listen
to your answer.

If you are who you'll
claim to be,

you'll say nothing of my
presence to the police.

Now we will continue this
conversation later.

Do not follow me.

I very much suspect you're about
to be arrested.

I told you not to run!

And now, you will come into
the station with us!

(dramatic music)