All language subtitles for Sherlock_and_Daughter_S01E04[_5495]_Legendas01.ENG

- You stole your own
mother's jewels.

A private investigator
is on the way.

- [Holmes] This detective
hired by the insurance company.

- Birtwistle, sir.

- You can go where you can.

- [Holmes] His
interrogation will provide

a theory of the crime.

- A will of the truth,

but you will be paid
nothing for your claim.

- You weren't kidnapped, but
willingly left with Charlie,

who is now in prison and
liable to hang.

- [Holmes] To destroy
the Red Thread

would be to the advantage
of us both, Moriarty.

- I must call you to
beg for my assistance.

- [Holmes] Exercise
great caution.

You must learn to hunt
while looking like prey.

- Let me up, or I'll
blow you head off.

(lively music)

I could legally shoot you
in self-defense,

but I'd rather talk.

Should I call for a constable?

Or would you prefer explaining
why you bushwhacked me?

- Should I call for a constable,

or will you explain why
you've been following me

all afternoon?

- Promise not to
attack me again?

(lively music)

- They looked a bit better
before you mashed them up.

Sorry, I meant no insult.

- Why would you give me flowers?

- To ease an awkward
introduction.

Shall I try again?

(soft music)

- They're very nice, thank you.

- You're most welcome.

- You could've introduced
yourself earlier.

- I was anxious about
how I might be received.

Not entirely without reason.

- Maybe I jumped the gun.

I'm Amelia Rojas.

- I'm Michael Wylie.

And I'm very much in
need of your help.

- What could a maid like me do for a gentleman like you?

- No servant girl has ever
put me on my back before.

You're far from ordinary.

And neither is your employer.

- Oh, so the flowers are
something to do with Mr. Holmes?

- You have that American way
of getting right to the point.

- [Amelia] And you have a way

of not answering
direct questions.

Why do you need my help?

How does it involve my employer,
huh?

- A few years ago,

Mr. Holmes helped put a
famous criminal,

Professor James Moriarty,
behind bars.

You ever heard of him?

- No, but I've only started
working for Mr. Holmes recently.

- Oh?

And what's he like?

- I'm no spy, Mr. Wylie.

- I think spying is
an ugly word.

And I'm not interested
in his personal habits.

- What are you
interested in then?

- Your employer's relationship
to Professor Moriarty.

- But I don't wanna talk
about him behind his back.

- Who doesn't talk about
their boss behind his back?

I only wonder if Mr.
Holmes intends to accuse

Professor Moriarty of
more crimes.

If you could find out,
I'd be very grateful.

I would pay you a full
pound for your trouble.

- That's a lot of money.

How do I get in
contact with you?

- I'll wait for you tomorrow,
and every day after that,

at Mrs. Bailey's Teahouse
on Park Road at 4:00 p.m.

just in case you
learn something.

Five shillings extra
for meeting me tomorrow.

And to put some butter
on the bacon,

I'll even plunk down for tea.

- I'll think about your offer,
Mr. Wylie.

Thank you for the flowers,

and for not shooting
me in the head.

- Maybe I shouldn't say so,
Miss Rojas,

but it is such a lovely head.

I'm glad my gun wasn't loaded.

Until tomorrow then.

(lively music)

- [Holmes] Amelia,
where are you?

Amelia, I need you.

- I beg your pardon, sir,

but Miss Rojas has not returned
from fetching your horse.

Done in your orders, she says,

but those orders should
have come through me.

- If it hasn't occurred
to you by now,

Amelia is not only my maid,
she is also my assistant,

and helping with a task

that involves the return
of your sister.

What the devil's wrong with her?

- You know, my wife is a
woman of virtue,

and the thought of a young girl

involved in the grisly
horrors of this kidnapping

upset her past the point
of feminine endurance.

- Well, I do apologize, Mrs.
Halligan,

if I've challenged your
notion of propriety,

but in the name of, oh,
there you are.

What kept you?

Never mind, I'm in a
frightful hurry.

I'll ask for your report

while I remove these
verminous rags.

- He's taking off his clothes.

- Clara is terrified for
her reputation,

but she accepts that only
we can keep her safe.

Mrs. Anderson even asked
me to accept a post

as Clara's chaperone.

Mr. Birtwistle, the
insurance investigator,

he offered me a job as
his apprentice.

- Bertie Birtwistle, ha-ha.

What a pompous ass.

Imagine working for him.

Listening to him
pontificate all day.

What an insufferable bore.

Still, he has sometimes
applied for me for advice.

So he's not a complete fool.

This other offer, however,

chaperone to the American
ambassador's daughter,

that's a job worth considering,

not just for your safety,
but for Clara.

She is after all, our last
living link to the Red Thread.

- I can't believe how quickly
they got to poor Charlie.

- As fast as a telegraph signal.

However, before his
untimely demise,

I did manage to wring from him
the names of his accomplices,

Mr. Weams and Magott,
if you can believe it.

Aliases, no doubt, as well as
their possible destination,

but with this information, I
hope soon to have their faces.

Yes?

- [Amelia] You already do.

- Ah.

- [Amelia] I saw them
leaving the coffin factory,

right before Charlie.

- Yes, well, Charlie suggested

they'd been warned to
escape by a police officer.

Someone of rank, no doubt.

- How did you manage to
reach Charlie unseen?

- Oh, with the help of
an old prisoner,

in exchange for finding
his prodigal son.

A task that will take me
to Scotland Yard

without crossing the Thread.

- And is he this prisoner?

- He's completely unconnected
to our present business,

which for you means tracking
down Weams and Magott.

It's our most
dangerous mission yet,

and you may not go unarmed.

So, allow me to demonstrate
the basics of this, uh, uh.

- It's kind of old, isn't it?

(gun clicking)

Some other issues, but you've
kept it in decent shape.

I'll need more bullets.

- Six is quite enough.

How did you become so
proficient in firearms?

- My mother taught me
with a machine she built.

(quirky music)

- [Lucia] Remember, watch
for the recoil.

- And aim ahead of the target.

Pull.

(gunshots)

- Time for something harder.

- [Amelia] Pull.

(gunshots)

- You've improved.

That's the first time
you've even hit one pigeon

when two were flying.

- But why learn this?

And don't say it's
the wilderness

because I already know
how to hunt wild animals.

And protect myself from them,
too.

- You're right, Amelia.

Wolves and bears are
not your enemies.

- Well, then who is?

- I am the daughter of an
Apache mother,

and a ranchero father.

And my grandfather was a
soldier of Spain.

You are part of all them
and also, half English.

This frightens people.

- But why?

If we're part of everyone.

- Part of everyone,
all of nothing.

We're a tribe of two.

- Well, maybe one day we
can be a tribe of three.

I could marry someone
strong and handsome.

He could help us.

- Shall we wait, then?

Depend on someone we
haven't met yet?

Or shall we be ready to
protect ourselves?

- [Amelia] Pull.

(gunshot)

- So, your mother
taught you all this,

but she did not teach you

how to keep your
balance in a fight?

- Excuse me?

- Your assailant had you
on the ground,

where he rolled you
at least once.

I say he, because this
mark on your shoulder

comes from the hand of a man,

though clearly not a gentleman.

The general distress of
your clothes,

and this trail of debris

strewn across Mrs. Halligan's
newly cleaned floor,

indicate a close relationship
with grass and mud

than one would
normally encounter

in the course of returning
a horse, and this.

This, look at this.

Primula vulgaris.

Yes, common primrose.

So, pray explain this struggle,
which I urged you to avoid.

- Well, it wasn't my fault.

There was a man, an
older man, near your age,

he tried to steal Chance
while I watered him.

I slipped and rolled out
of Chance's way,

but I jumped up and I
struggled with the man,

who ran away when he
saw that I'd fight back.

- Why did you not give chase?

- Because I didn't want to
leave your horse behind,

in case the thief had
an accomplice.

- Uh, well, we'll take
that as answered,

though you did not
account for the primrose.

Now, in what remains of
the afternoon

you will have Mr. Halligan
drive you to the coffin factory

to ascertain if there is a
telephone on the premises.

A telephone is a rather new-

- I know what a telephone is.

- Oh, well, just making certain.

Afterwards, you will press
on to Richmond,

in search of Weams and Magott.

You'll station yourself at
the best local chophouse,

and offer to sketch
portraits at sixpence apiece.

Now you can use these pictures
of Charlie's accomplices

as examples of your work.

- Oh, and then, if anyone

has seen either of these men,
then-

- Yes, they're likely to comment

on the quality of the likeness.

It's amazing how quickly
you apprehend my solutions.

Very interesting.

Now, here are two
sovereigns, for expenses.

Now if you manage to
locate the kidnappers,

or some place they have
confined Watson and Mrs. Hudson,

you must send me a
telegram forthwith.

- And where are you off to?

- Oh, Scotland Yard.

I'm there to play the fool.

I've no time to lose.

Where's my coat?

Oh, I left it on the stairs.

(lively music)

Don't forget the gun.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(horse trotting)

(carriage door closes)

- Thank you for such a
pleasant ride.

- You're welcome, Amelia,
though it seems improper

that you should put
yourself in danger

for the wages of a
scullery maid.

- Oh, I have good reason
to help Mr. Holmes.

As do you and Mrs. Halligan.

I wish I didn't upset
her so much.

- Oh no, it's not like that, no.

From before we were married,

during our days in service
to the Earl of Compton,

the missus has been keenly
aware of social decorum.

Mr. Holmes and his ways are
sometimes a bit unorthodox.

- I respect Mrs.
Halligan's opinions.

(Mr. Halligan chuckling)

- I would not mention
the word opinion to her.

In my wife's mind, she has
no opinions, only the facts.

Contradicting her is like
trying to float upstream.

That coach over there bears
Lord Withersea's coat of arms.

How odd.

- [Amelia] Not at all, Mr.
Halligan.

It's a bit of luck, finally.

Excuse me, this won't take long.

- [Inspector] But Lord
Withersea, we can't just leave.

- [Lord Withersea] Crack on,
will you.

Your investigation hasn't
stopped people from dying.

- [Inspector] Our inquiries
are not yet complete.

We were closed for minor
refurbishments.

- No one was aware the
kidnappers were hiding here.

- We must finish our own work
before you can resume yours.

- If you refuse to leave,

I will file a complaint
with your superiors.

- [Inspector] As you wish,
Lord Withersea.

(telephone ringing)

- [Lord Withersea] Get me
Scotland Yard on the double.

Chief Inspector
Whitlock's office.

- Madam, the factory is closed.

- Sorry, sir, my brother
is a joiner here,

but he's fallen very ill.

- I'm sorry to hear it.

Unfortunately, these
coffins are not for sale.

- Oh no, sir, I wanted only to
know when work was to resume.

- [Inspector] Oh, don't worry,
Miss.

If your brother is
well by Sunday.

- [Lord Withersea] When
you are done,

call me on your
telephone in Richmond.

- Oh, my family will
be so relieved.

Thank you so much.

I must go tell them right away.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

(lively music)

- [O'Leary] Where to, my lord?

- [Lord Withersea] Richmond,
and be quick about it.

- [Mr. Halligan] Now where,
Miss Rojas?

- To Richmond, follow
that carriage.

(lively music)
(horse trotting)

- Of course, I can show you
a telephone, Mr. Holmes.

And while you're here
this visit, as always,

I can introduce you to
some of the Yard's

newest crime
fighting innovations

from our Advance
Scientific Division.

Oh, for example, though
they're not exactly new,

and there are already quite
a few on the streets, but.

(machine clicking)

One day, sir, electric
lights will replace gas lamps

with a brilliance you
can only imagine.

Banishing the darkness of night,

and keeping the
criminals at bay.

- Or making it easier for
them to see their victims,

Detective Swann.

- And, look at this.

Samples from the pen of
every known blackmailer,

and swindler in the land.

We're almost at a point
where we can put

a name to a criminal by
his penmanship alone.

- Well, let's hope
these criminals

remain ignorant of
the typewriter.

- And, thanks to the
work of Mr. E.R. Henry,

and several foreigners,

the Science Division is in the
midst of developing an index

that can create, capture,
and enlarge fingermarks,

since no two are alike.

- Well, you must remind me
to invest in glove making.

Now, Detective Swann,
fascinating
as this tour has been,

it is telephony that I
wish to study.

- Right, and you are in luck,
Mr. Holmes.

For it has proven such a
boon to policing

that we have not one,

but four telephones in
our headquarters.

Here's one of them.

- I had hoped to see a
working model.

- Certainly.

I'll take you to Chief
Inspector Whitlock's office.

And may I say, sir,

how admirable it is that
a gentleman of your years

still seeks to remain au
courant with innovation.

It is difficult to find people

with such a lively curiosity
in their late middle-age.

- Detective, this sort of praise

is usually reserved for
one's eulogy.

- Oh, heartfelt, sir,
you can be sure.

Oh, this way, the
telephones are upstairs.

You could try our new elevator.

This way, Mr. Holmes.

- I hate that blasted
contraption.

Telephones serve no useful
purpose in detection.

Take my rescue of the American
ambassador's daughter.

- Oh, that was you?

Well, your public modesty
is remarkable.

- We have yet to
release the news,

but the coachman who
kidnapped the girl

has done the decent thing and
hanged himself in his cell.

- Case closed, all without
the use of a telephone.

- Case closed.

So you also recovered the
ambassador's stolen jewels?

- Not yet, no,

but the culprit had very
little time to dispose of them.

I am personally taking
over this investigation,

so I'm confident the
jewels will be found.

Can I tell you anything else about telephones, Mr. Holmes?

- Aside from
Bullivant's complaints,

do you find them useful?

- I do.

If a suspect flees London
by rail, for example,

I can just call ahead
(dialing telephone)

and have officers present
on the platform

before the wretch steps
off the train.

- [Telephone Operator] Operator.

- No, no, we're fine, thank you.

(telephone thunks)

All without moving from my desk.

- How convenient.

Perhaps I should have
one installed for myself.

- They are still quite expensive

for use in a private residence.

- In the pursuit of justice,

I allow myself to be
extravagant.

I've just come from
wasting half the day

visiting that old reprobate,
Moriarty.

Had I been able to conduct
the interview by telephone,

then I might have saved
myself both the journey,

and several hours in
his loathsome company.

- Moriarty.

What did the villain
have to say for himself?

- Oh, he was reciting some
pathetic story about his son,

Daniel, sent to Australia

as a juvenile
offender in the '80s.

And now the young man
has returned to London,

but has avoided
visiting his father.

- Yes, I saw a brief mention
of him two months ago.

Every day, the home
office send me a list

of potential revolutionaries,
misfits, and former felons.

How I'm supposed to keep on
top of it all, I'll never know.

- And is Daniel
Moriarty on that list?

- Yes, changed his name
to Michael Wylie

whilst in Australia, and who
could blame him for that?

Works as a clerk for some
broker on the stock exchange.

- Would you like him
brought in for questioning?

This young Moriarty?

- No, no, I think it
might be best

to deal with the matter
unofficially.

- And should you
suddenly have an idea

as to the whereabouts of the
ambassador's missing jewels?

- I suppose I could
just ring you.

I wonder, chief inspector,

does one buy the telephone,

and all that comes
with it outright?

Or do they continue to
charge you by the call?

- Both, of course.

- Would you happen to have
a statement I could examine,

just so I could estimate
my monthly costs?

- I do have a copy, yes.

The bill doesn't have
names on it, of course.

Just the numbers one dialed,
and the duration of each call.

Peruse it at your leisure.

- Thank you, chief inspector.

- Happy to help, Mr. Holmes.

You've proven useful
in the past,

and may yet do so in the future.

- That's very thoughtful
of you to say.

I shall take my leave and
allow you two gentlemen

to resume your more
important duties.

Au revoir.

(quirky music)

- [Swann] Uh, Mr. Holmes,
going down?

- Yes.

- [Swann] Always a
pleasure to see you, sir.

(elevator door closes)

(elevator whirring)

- I could use your help
regarding all the newest
advances

in our mutual field of endeavor,

but only if I can depend
on your discretion.

I wouldn't want your
superiors to know

that we were in communication.

They might think I'd
lost my touch.

- I'm sure you've got some
good years still left, sir.

And it would be my honor
to assist you.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

- Mr. Halligan, drive to
the nearest telegraph office

and send a message to Mr.
Holmes.

Tell him that Lord Withersea

doesn't just own the
coffin factory,

but he also has a
mansion in Richmond.

- Amelia, I am Mr. Holmes'
gentleman, and not an errand
boy.

- Here, take these two
sovereigns, send the message,

and after that, enjoy the
finest chophouse you can find,

but hold onto the change.

- My word.

Where did you come by
two whole sovereigns?

Nevermind, I will ponder that
question over a pork roast,

and all the trimmings,

but if you have not come
to town in three hours,

I will return and wait
outside the gate.

(dog barking)

There was a bad experience
with a hound many years back.

I think it would be safer if you came with me.

- Don't worry, Mr. Halligan.

If it finds me, I know
how to handle a dog.

I think Dr. Watson and Mrs.
Hudson are being held here,

and Mr. Holmes needs to know,
urgently.

Now go get the message out and enjoy dinner.

(lively music)

(dog barking)

- Quiet.

Sit, sit.

Stay, stay.

Stay, stay.

(calming music)

- It's been a while since
I've had to assign you boys

such a complicated task.

I'm afraid it requires a
bit of legwork.

Shaw, I want you to gather

what's left of the
Baker Street irregulars.

And search through
the usual haunts

of the clerks on the exchange
for a young Australian,

newly arrived, aged 25, goes
by the name of Michael Wylie.

If you find him, you can
have two shillings apiece.

- But Mr. Holmes, that will
take us all night and day.

We're not 11 anymore.

- Another half a crown,

but I need results by
sundown tomorrow.

- Is everything satisfactory,
sir?

- I hope so, Mrs. Halligan.

I'll be out for dinner.

Cab.

Right, another half-a-crown each

if you make sure I'm not
followed from this place.

Richmond, Lord
Withersea's Estate.

- That's some distance, guv'nor.

I was on my way home.

- [Holmes] Well, I'll
double the fare,

and then you can wait
for me and bring me back.

For God's sake, man, drive.

This is an emergency.

- [Shaw] Come on, boys.

- [Hackney Driver] Time to go.

- [Shaw] Excuse me, sir,
hold on a second there.

If you'll just allow me two
minutes, not even two minutes.

Honest to God, two minutes.

(suspenseful music)

(horse trotting)

(suspenseful music)

(paper rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(horse whinnying)

(horse trotting)

(tarp flapping)

- Please don't make any noise.

Sherlock Holmes sent me,
I'm here to help.

Just,

just give me a second.

(tool clinking)

(wood scraping)

Don't make a sound.

(Amelia gasping)

(dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)

(dramatic music)

(wood scraping)

- Show me where they are.

(tarp flapping)

(door opens)

We must find an eternal
resting place

for our guests by tonight.

My wife and the other servants

will be back late
tomorrow morning.

- I'll dig a hole for them,

and add a deal of quicklime
to hasten their journey.

A shame to waste the coffins,
though.

- They're worth less than they
will be a week or two hence.

(suspenseful music)

O'Leary, did you open
these caskets?

- No, sir, I did not.

- The lids have been forced.

(O'Leary whistling)

(dog growling)

- Stand up.

Stand up, slowly.

Show me your hands.

One twitch and I'll
make room for you

in one of them
coffins you opened.

All right then, my lady.

Who are you when you're at home?

- My name doesn't matter.

Just the name of my mother,

Lucia Rojas.

- Sorry, never heard of her.

- She was another victim of the Red Thread.

Murdered by men like you.

- Men like him, you mean.

How came you to be here?

How did you know where we were?

(tense music)

- Too late for explanations,
my lord.

She's already seen them.

(gun clicking)

And seen us.

- Hold your fire.

First, I must call
for instruction.

And you would do well
to remember your place.

- Yeah.

Lords, always giving orders,
from Ireland to India.

Go, now, before I
lose my patience.

Take the dog with you,

and put him in the kitchen
and close the door.

I don't want him running
in here again.

(ominous music)
(door closes)

Now that our lordship has gone,
my lady,

perhaps we can think of a
better way to get acquainted.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

- [Holmes] This is it, stop.

Stop, stop.

(gate clanking)

- [Hackney Driver] Are you expected, sir?

- I certainly hope not.

- Stop, sir, at your age?

- I've heard quite enough about my age for one day.

Thank you very much.

For your information I've
just turned, 40.

- I have to say, sir, youdon't look it.

- Thank you.

(gunshot)

- [Hackney Driver] Walk on,
walk on.

(horse trotting)
(dramatic music)

(door opens)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

- I say, dear girl,

you all right?

- He tried.

(tense music)

- There's no need to
speak of it.

I understand.

(Holmes breathing heavily)

Are you safe here?

Are we alone?

- No, no.

The servants and the
family are away,

but Withersea is in the house.

In fact, the carriage,
the coffins.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(tarp flapping)

(dramatic music)

- A pity we can't question.

Still, they won't
bother us no more.

I always carry a little
flask of brandy

for medicinal purposes.

It's a remarkable restorative.

Would you care to?

Ah, now I understand these
stables may seem oppressive,

but might you wait for me here

with your weapon at the ready?

- Yes, but if you're going
to confront Withersea,

be careful, he's one of them.

- Well, judging by
Weams and Magott,

I think it's Withersea
who ought to be careful.

Where's Mr. Halligan?

- He's finishing his dinner.

He'll be back in less
than an hour.

- Right.

Well.

Good work, very good work.

Sorry to have put you
in such grave danger.

Very sorry indeed.

Wait there.

(door opens and closes)

(tense music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- [Telephone
Operator] Please hold,

and I will try to connect you.

(knocking)

(door opens)

(tense music)

- Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Pleasure to see you again.

- Very good of you to say so,
my lord.

I admit to a certain ignorance

regarding the proper
etiquette in this situation,

but perhaps you could talk to
me instead of your telephone.

- Allow me to put the
receiver down.

(telephone receiver clinks)

Please, (gun clicks) don't move.

- I am standing perfectly still.

- I should've expected you,
I suppose.

And the girl in the
stables is one your spies?

- Yes, she is, and
alive and well.

The same cannot be said
of your confederate.

- The world will little
grieve his absence.

You, on the other hand.

- Killing me would be a
very bad idea, my lord.

Even for one who has made as many poor choices

as you have of late.

The police are en route.

- No, they're not, but what
would they find, Mr. Holmes?

When they finally appear?

That remains to be seen.

- If Watson and Mrs. Hudson
are present and alive,

and in good health,

the authorities will find
their kidnappers

dead in the stables.

And, perhaps, they
could recover the jewels

stolen from the home of
the American ambassador.

I could convince them

that you are ignorant
of the entire scheme.

And your station and former wealth might give them pause.

- Former wealth, Mr. Holmes?

- I do note, without pleasure,

the faded spaces on your walls

where valued paintings
used to hang.

And your coat, which was
fashionable four years ago,

has had its colors refreshed
in places with ink.

And your tie is jagged along
the edges from overuse.

And this rug on which I'm
standing, is pocked with scars.

Now I know of only two vices

that can create such
circumstances,

and since your face
is unblemished,

your challenges would seem
to do less with drink,

and more to bad luck at cards.

- Just so, Mr. Holmes, just so.

Gambling lured me into wagering my happiness, and I lost.

- Well, I beg you, my lord,

roll the dice once more,
bet on me.

Help rescue my friends
and all may yet be well.

- Your friends are long
gone from here, Mr. Holmes.

The Red Thread has them, and
I cannot help you save them.

- Strike back against
the Thread, sir.

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Help me bring these
criminals to justice.

- My, but you entertain a
high opinion of yourself,

Mr. Holmes.

Bring them to justice?

You might as well try and
sweep the sand from the Sahara,

or clear the oceans of salt.

You honestly have no idea what
you're up against, do you?

This is no gang of pickpockets,
sir.

The Red Thread represents

the very
industrialization of crime,

and they are preparing to
commit the greatest offense

ever conceived by
the human mind,

or at least, beyond your
poor imagination.

No, I have a much better idea.

- Killing me would be pointless.

- Helping you would be worse.

Not only would it lead
to my own execution,

but that of my wife
and children.

Oh, yes, they would not
scruple even at that.

- Believe me when I say, it is
impossible for you to escape.

- No, Mr. Holmes.

It is you who cannot escape,
but I can, and I will.

Farewell.

(gunshot)

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(paper rustling)

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(footsteps approaching)

- Oh, you look very well,
considering.

- Are you sure you won'tneed me this afternoon?

- Uh, no.

Further investigation
of the Thread

awaits installation of
my telephone.

In the meantime, I've
started a new search

for a young rascal
called Dan Moriarty,

also known as Michael Wylie.

- Michael Wylie?

- Yes, it's an alias
adopted by the son

of a very dangerous criminal

whose father sometimes
tries to kill me.

It's nothing to worry about.

The older Moriarty is
presently in prison,

and mostly harmless.

- I'm Amelia Rojas.

- I'm Michael Wylie.

And I'm in very much
need of your help.

I'll wait for you tomorrow
and every day after that

at Mrs. Bailey's Teahouse
on Park Road at 4:00 p.m.

- We shall call this your
monthly day off.

I want you to keep the money
Halligan returned to you.

And find something
completely unsuitable

for which to spend it.

Be free, do whatever you want.

A nice long walk
would do you good,

preferably along the park.

Stick to the most public
area as possible.

In fact, don't go too far
outside the neighborhood.

- I'm glad I can do
whatever I want.

- Just stay safe, please.

It's very odd how concerns
for your safety

suddenly affect my
concentration.

Especially with
people suggesting

we might be facing offenses
beyond my imagination.

(doorbell ringing)

- Ah, there's someone
at the door.

- I see my lessons in deduction

have not been entirely wasted.

Uh, out of deference to Mrs.
Halligan's sensibilities,

if you could please leave
by the servants' entrance.

I, uh.

- Yeah.

Uh, thank you for your
kindness, Mr. Holmes.

I appreciate it very much.

(doorbell ringing)

- [Mrs. Halligan] Good
morning, may I help you?

- [Lady Violet] Hello, Mrs.
Hudson.

I'm here on business with
Sherlock Holmes.

- [Mrs. Halligan] Do
you have an appointment?

- Lady Violet.

- My dear Mrs. Hudson, people
make appointments with me.

Ah, there you are, Sherlock.

How delightful to see you again.

(quirky music)

How little your rooms have changed in the last 20 years.

And so lovely that your dear,
old landlady

still guards the door.

And where is the loyal Dr.
Watson?

- On a walking tour of Italy.

And that was not Mrs. Hudson.

She's visiting her
husband's family

in the Scottish Highlands.

That was her twin sister, Mrs.
Halligan.

- An uncanny likeness.

I half expected you might be helping the police

with this grizzly
affair in Richmond.

- [Holmes] Oh?

- You haven't heard?

Lord Withersea killed his
coachman and then himself.

And they found two more
criminals in Withersea coffins

shot through the head
in his stables.

- [Holmes] The case
solves itself.

- I certainly hope not.

Sensational murders could liven up the season,

which has been even
duller than usual.

I came here

straight from the American
ambassador's residence.

I believe you know him?

- We have been introduced.

- His wife is most
insistent on hiring away

one of your servants, a
Miss Amelia Rojas,

as chaperone for their daughter,
Clara.

- Oh, what have the ambassador's
domestic arrangements

to do with you?

- Since I was once
presented at court,

I am sometimes enlisted
to help young ladies

follow in my footsteps.

Clara Anderson is one
of my protégées.

The Andersons paid my expenses
to and from the United States

in order to prepare their
immature daughter, Clara,

for her introduction to society.

I can't say exactly
when that will be

since the appropriate dates
for balls are all spoken for,

but I will work something out.

- For a fee, I suppose?

- In terms of income, I am
dependent on my younger brother,

whose generosity is even
less pronounced

that his intelligence,

but back to your maid.

- Should not Amelia have
some say in this matter?

- I don't see why.

I am much opposed to
this movement

of treating one's servants
as part of the household.

No.

The only question is would
she be aware of her place?

She is after all-

- She is, after all, what?

- An American.

They are famed for over
familiarity and coarse manners.

I've known some to be a
little short of passionate,

which I always find
very vulgar in a woman.

- Well, if you deem Amelia

too unpolished for
polite society,

perhaps she should
remain in my employ.

- Why, Sherlock.

Where on earth did you
come by this photograph?

Oh, just look at them.

Cowboys, cutthroats,
Indians, and sharpshooters.

And in the back row, us.

Oh, dear, we were so young.

Oh, and there's that woman with
whom you became so enamored.

She was a designer, no?

I'll never forget you
comparing her to da Vinci.

All her improbable inventions.

What was her name?

Little Pigeon.

- Little Dove.

She was, in fact, an
accomplished engineer.

- Oh, yes, I remember now.

You wanted me to
submit her designs

for some terrifying weapon,
was it not?

To my father when he was
running the Ministry of War.

You were quite keen on getting
a working model constructed.

- It's a souvenir, nothing more.

- But it has bearing
on my business,

as you must surely know.

Indeed, I suspect that's
why you hired the girl

in the first place.

Is the picture out
for her benefit?

How sentimental you have become.

The telegram I just handed you

contains the details of
Amelia's birth.

Her mother, according to
the Pinkertons,

is none other than the
same Little Dove

of whom we were speaking,

though she changed her name
to Lucia Rojas and, I note,

Amelia's unnamed father

is described as an explorer,
deceased.

- Yes, Amelia said
something like that to me.

- Perhaps the girl was the
offspring of one of those

whirlwind romances for which
theatrical types are so famous.

Born a mere 18 months after her
mother departed from London.

- 18 months?

That's rather, uh.

Uh (paper rustling) here.

- No, keep it.

It's only the
background information

collected by the Pinkertons.

There are no official documents,

and I've copied all the
relevant details.

Now, don't make a fuss over
losing the girl's services

just because you were
fond of her mother.

This new arrangement will
improve her station in life,

and is most definitely for
the good of the country.

My regards to Dr. Watson
and Mrs. Hudson.

(door opens and closes)

(paper rustling)

- If my mother said so,
then I am your daughter.

- 18 months.

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