All language subtitles for Young Sherlock.S01E03

Father!

Father!

Mother!

Do you look a bit funny in that picture?

I think I look rather dashing.

Hold your horses.

We are not the only ones
looking for Professor Enright.

I believe a professional window cleaner
would probably be cleaning the windows.

So you did learn something as a scout.

Another policeman
over there to your right.

He looks deeply enthralled
in yesterday's newspaper.

Now to draw them away.

Hare and hound.

My God. My God. It's him!

It's that funny-looking man here!
It's Sherlock Holmes!

Oi! Stop!

This man needs a housekeeper.

So, Professor Enright is a meteorologist.

Professor Malik a geologist.

Thompson was a mathematician,
Roberts an engineer.

Why kill them? What's the connection?

Their work.

"The impact of sudden precipitation on
mineral extraction in the Gansu Corridor."

The Gansu Corridor is located
in the Gansu province of China.

Which is where Hodge made his fortune.
In gold mining.

Maybe that's what links our scientists.

Maybe they're all developing
new mining methods for Hodge.

Would explain why he wants
to keep their little project a secret.

Technology worth killing for.

Empires have gone to war over less.

Why so many glasses, all with
different contents? The man lives alone.

He's hardly throwing a party
while he's in hiding.

Oh.

One plate of toast and 13 drinks.

That's a hearty breakfast.

Do we think that this is some sort
of deliberate arrangement?

It's not bloody Holmes. He's tricked us.

The house.

The varying levels of liquids,
I'm sure that means something.

And the placement of these utensils
seems oddly specific.

I know this girl.

Prudence Hamilton.
She's a student in Natural Sciences.

She's got a bit of a soft spot for me.

She buys me Chelsea buns.

Does she now?

Yes. According to this,
she's meeting Enright every night.

An illicit affair?

Oh, I think you'll find she has
a far better taste in men than that.

Oh, no. Yes, of course she does.

Still, she might be able
to tell us where he's gone.

Do you know where we could find her?

-Yes.
-Yes?

Yes, I think I do.

Oi!

Now,
before you gentlemen arrest us,

would you like hear
what we've just discovered

regarding these murdered professors?

-No?
-No, I think they don't.

Put me out! Put me out!

Did you have
to set him on fire?

It's not gonna kill him!

♪ Hey, son
I'm looking forwards ♪

♪ You're aiming backwards
Of this I'm sure ♪

♪ Have you had enough?
Are you feeling rough? ♪

♪ Does your skull hurt?
Well, if it's war ♪

♪ I'm waiting ♪

♪ Right here now
I'm waiting ♪

♪ For someone or something ♪

♪ To take me
To take me over ♪

♪ Days ♪

♪ Days are forgotten ♪

♪ Now it's all over ♪

♪ You've simply forgotten
How to disappear ♪

- Foreign Secretary.
-Bucephalus,

I believe you know the Minister for War.
Sir Sidney Bluitt.

-Of course. Good afternoon, Sidney.
-Bucephalus, this way.

If we'd known you would make
such a pig's ear of this whole thing,

Bucephalus, we wouldn't have
selected you to run our little project

in the first place.

Who is killing our scientists?

I assure you I have it all in hand.

You don't know, do you?

Where are the other two?
Professor Malik and Professor Enright?

Professor Malik is in protective custody.
Safe and sound.

Uh, Professor Enright
has gone into hiding.

You, sir! What do you think you're doing?

Nothing, sir.

I just caught
a young fellow eavesdropping.

Holmes!

Sir Bucephalus,
I had no idea you were in London.

Don't horseshit me, boy.
You were spying on me.

-Spying?
- Edie?

It does appear he was spying, sir.

This is about that brother of yours,
isn't it?

What? No.

You'd be ill-advised to lie to me,
young man.

Sir, you told me that you kept my brother
in prison because it suited your purposes.

I thought that perhaps
if I knew what those purposes were,

I'd be in a better position to help him.

You're my factotum, Holmes, my bulldog.

And like all little dogs, I expect…

What do I expect, Edie?

-Loyalty.
-Loyalty.

Sir, Sherlock is my family.

Although, some days I wish he wasn't.
Most days, actually.

That you are incapable of grasping
the fundamentals of your position

means you are no longer
suited to the post.

-Sir, if I may--
-No, you may not, I'm afraid.

That time has passed.

I should be reassigning you to something
more befitting your character.

And if you're in any doubt
as to what that position may be,

Holmes, let me illuminate you.

Since your brother's arrest, I believe
there's a vacancy at Candlin College

-for a servant.
-

Bad luck, old chum.

There she is. Bravo!

James, what a surprise.

Were you at the concert?

Yes, of course.
Your playing was remarkable.

-Ah, thank you. Ooh!
-It was Bach?

No, it was Brahms.

Ah! I knew it was a Johann.

Ah. Prudence.

I simply had to see you.

I didn't know
you felt that way about me.

Oh, that I felt that way about you?
Oh, no, no, no.

I thought you felt that way about me?

Why would you think that?

Well, all these Chelsea buns.

They were leftovers, James.
I didn't want them to go to waste.

Right.

I see.

Well, besides, I hear you're with Enright?

-The Professor Enright?
-Yes.

What on earth gave you
that peculiar notion?

You know how students like to talk.

We share a passion project, James.

We're conducting experiments, studying how
sound travels through the air at night,

when it's quietest.

That's why you meet at night?

Nothing more.

Hmm. What a waste.

You use the bell towers
for your experiments?

Sherlock Holmes?

-Jig's up, James.

Leftovers or not, your buns are delicious.

Oh, Christ!

Constable!

-Sherlock Holmes! He went that way!
-

Bell towers?

Prudence Hamilton said they were
studying the way the sound travels,

so we're looking at an experiment.

And sound is affected
by changes in pressure.

A different volume of liquid
in each glass.

-Each glass a different note. Each note…
-

a different bell.
How many bell towers are there in Oxford?

Thirteen. Thirteen glasses.

-It's a map!
-Yes.

And if you're a terrified man on the run,
where do you run to?

-Where do you hide?
-Somewhere where only

you can control access.
One way in, one way out. A bell tower.

-So he's in one of these towers.
-The highest?

The one that offers you the best
vantage point of your enemies approaching.

Saint Dunstan's.

♪ Zadok the Priest ♪

♪ And Nathan the Prophet ♪

♪ Anointed ♪

♪ Solomon King ♪

Here, let me.

♪ God save the King!
Long live the King! ♪

♪ God save the King! ♪

♪ May the King live forever ♪

♪ Amen, amen, hallelujah
Hallelujah, amen ♪

♪ Amen, amen ♪

♪ Amen, hallelujah, amen ♪

Professor!

Professor!

I'm armed. Come through and I'll shoot!

-I'm warning you!
-Understood.

We are actually here to help you.

Who are you?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

-Stand back.

Wait.

-Don't!
-

♪ May the King live
May the King live ♪

♪ Forever, forever, forever ♪

♪ Amen, amen… ♪

How did you find him?

I didn't.

You found him for me.

♪ Amen, amen ♪

I'm not afraid to die.

Are you afraid to kill?

I thought so.

Still a boy.

♪ Long live the King!
God save the King! ♪

♪ Long live the King! ♪

♪ May the King live ♪

♪ May the King live forever ♪

♪ Forever, forever ♪

♪ Amen, amen
Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

♪ Amen ♪

-♪ Amen, amen ♪
- Sherlock.

-Sherlock, we need to go.
-♪ Hallelujah ♪

She's bested you.

Come on, Sherlock…

There's no use crying over spilt milk.

This isn't a game, James.

Everything is a game, Sherlock.

Everything comes down
to who wins and who loses.

And when are you going to understand that?

'Cause it's not winning and losing
is in one hand,

and then lives at stake is in the other.

It's because lives are at stake
that we must win.

Enright is dead.

We led her to him.

That does makes us in some capacity
responsible for his death.

I take your point.

But we can't control her actions,

only our own.

So, like I said…

spilt milk.

Enright dead?

- Yes, sir.
-You're sure?

We've made a formal identification.

You realise this puts me
in a rather difficult position?

Sorry, sir.

-Yes… What?

Apologies for intruding, sir,
but I thought you'd want to know.

The Foreign Secretary is insisting
on coming to Oxford.

Here?

Yes, sir.

Tomorrow.

In person?

Yes, sir.

Jesus.

No.

No, absolutely not.

I rather like it.

If you start wearing a hat like that,
I will no longer be friends with you.

Little harsh.

Oh!

Something like that?

Modern gentleman. Hmm? Do you like it?

I love it.

I'll treat you.

You don't have any money, James.

I am not paying for it.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

Yes, we'll take these please, on account.

Whose name shall I put, sir?

Uh, sir Bucephalus Hodge,
care of Candlin College.

Very good, sir.

Also, I saw a rather charming young lady
drop this in the street.

It is from here, I believe…

Uh, I don't suppose
you can remember who purchased it?

Well, it's bespoke.

Young lady will have
come in for a fitting.

I'd be happy to organise its return, sir.

-Oh, no. Uh…
-I believe what he means to say is that…

Well, he would quite like
to return it himself.

-Correct.
- I think what you said

when you first saw her was
that your heart started to flutter

like a poor innocent bird
caught in a gale.

That's right.

Yes. And then you said that you blushed
like a bashful little schoolboy

whose hands were trembling
with such fervour,

you didn't dare raise them to his brow

for fear they might betray
the very essence of his torment.

How remarkable.

That is exactly what I said,
word for word.

Don't I know you?

I wonder, would you be so kind as
to check the order book for the name?

"Blushing like a bashful
little schoolboy." Was I?

Your words, James.

Your words verbatim.

I apologise, sir, but I don't have
a name or address on file.

The lady paid in cash,
came in for a fitting two weeks ago.

Oh.

No, that can't be right.

Two weeks, you quite sure?

There's a note in our receipt.
It's here in black and white.

I do know you.
You're that Sherlock Holmes.

You murdered that professor.

Yes, I do see the resemblance. Uh…

He gets that quite a lot.
Don't you, Wilberforce?

All the time.

My hat, Silvanius.

Thank you very much. Good day.

You got here early?

I find I live longer that way.

It's time for you to return home.

I don't understand.

Your ticket to London.

The work is unfinished.

One more remains. Professor Malik.

He's no concern of yours.

No concern? He's the architect
of the entire programme.

I will kill you, murderer!

The blood of my parents is on his hands.

He's not to be touched.
Is that understood?

Why the change?

It has been decided.

Who? Who decided?

You don't want to face the consequences
of disobeying them.

You used me.

From the start.

You lied to me.

Go home while you still can.

-To the station.
- Very good, sir.

Turn right up ahead please.

That's not the way to the station.

Do as I ask!

Thank you.

Question.

For the love of God, Sherlock.

When exactly did Shou'an
first arrive in England?

Why can't you ever start a conversation
the way normal people do, hmm?

Get inside.

You've only made matters worse
by escaping from prison.

What was I supposed to do?
Be hanged for a crime I didn't commit?

Besides, the escape was all him.

And it was flawless.

I had it in hand.

But by running,
you've made everyone think you're guilty.

Do you have any idea
how worried I've been?

Ah, of course not
because that would require you

to think of someone other than yourself.

Now is hardly time
for a lecture, brother dear.

It is exactly the time for a lecture,
brother dear.

Feet off.

And then, and forgive me,
you sought to inflame the situation

by setting a policeman on fire.

Again, that was all him.

And that policeman will be fine.

I stuck my neck out for you.
Now I've lost my job.

Really? How did that happen?

By making an enemy of Bucephalus Hodge.

You can join our club.

That is a club I'd rather not be
a member of. Thank you very much.

I think I can help you get your job back.

I think, possibly, you've done enough.

Uh, yes. If it were cold,
and my hands were two sizes smaller,

this would be very useful to me.
Thank you.

It belonged to Shou'an.

It slipped off when she pushed
Professor Enright from a bell tower.

She's the one killing the professors.

That's preposterous. Why would she?

-We don't know.
-We don't know yet.

What we do know is that she arrived
in Oxford one week ago.

I remember because I was the one
who lugged her trunk to her room.

-So?
- How could she have been

at Fletcher Arnold two weeks ago
being fitted for a bespoke glove?

Hence my question, when exactly did
the Princess first arrive in England?

Hmm.

Was that a "hmm" as in
"hmm, you've got something,"

-or a "hmm" as in "hmm, you don't"?
-It's "hmm" as in "hmm."

Hmm.

We should speak to Ezra Hornsby.

He accompanied the Princess from Dover.

He will know when she arrived.

That was a "hmm" as in
"hmm, he's got something."

-Mr Ezra Hornsby is expecting us.
-Of course, sir.

-Ah.
-

Ah, Mr Holmes.

Ezra, thank you for agreeing to meet me.

This is my brother Sherlock…

-Oh.
-…and Mr James Moriarty.

Gentlemen. Pleasure. How may I help you?

You accompanied the Princess
from Dover to Oxford.

We need to know the exact date
that she arrived.

Is this about the bandits?

-Bandits?
-What bandits?

-I beg your pardon?
-The ones that attacked us on the road.

Where exactly did this happen?

Uh, it was here where they attacked us.
Truly terrifying.

No!

Wait, they shot who?

Mmm. Mr Chen.
Shot the poor man right through the heart.

-Who is Mr Chen?
-The Princess' chaperone,

accompanied Her Highness from China.

Did anyone else
accompany her from China?

- No.
-Was he armed?

Heavens no.
He was completely without protection.

Apart from you, Ezra.

I was quite outnumbered, Mr Holmes.

And these men were no ordinary bandits,
no. They were much worse.

Why else shoot an innocent man
for no reason?

Unless there was a reason.

What happened next?

They took the Princess?

So there was a period of time
where the Princess was out of his sight.

Interesting. How long was she gone?

Ten minutes?

Longer?

Before I had the chance
to rescue Her Highness,

she came back alone with the scrolls.

What was the Princess wearing?

What was she wearing?

Was she wearing ceremonial make-up?
Was her face covered? Royal regalia?

What is a Chinese princess supposed
to look like if not a Chinese princess?

-They killed her chaperone…
- An unarmed man.

He's the only person to accompany
the Princess from China…

Therefore the only person
who could identify her.

I was in a carriage with her for
three hours. I think I could identify her.

Yes, but your spectacles had
been destroyed. Isn't that right?

Well, yes.

If I may?

How many fingers is he holding up?

Three? No, two. Two.

-Oh, dear Lord.
- How can you be sure

the woman who left the carriage
was the same woman who returned?

Maybe the woman who returned
wasn't the Princess.

Maybe she was an imposter.

The point was to make it seem
like the scrolls were the prize.

And the kidnapping the Princess was
just an afterthought, not the intention.

So you would then return to Oxford
with a tale of a thwarted robbery,

and raise no suspicions…

That all along,
the Princess was the target.

This wasn't a robbery. This was a switch.

The old switcheroo.

Your clothes are nice.

The woman
who returned to the carriage…

-Whom you took to Oxford.
-…wasn't in fact the real Princess.

I heard what you did.

Very brave of you, taking on the British.

Murderer! I will kill you, murderer!

Who are you?

My name is Esad Kasgarli.
I'm from Constantinople.

Why are you here?

The man responsible for this,

his name is Professor Malik.

He's not working alone.
There are others working with him.

I can help you find them.

I can get you close to them.

I got the first train
from London

the moment I received your wire.

It's good to see you…

alive.

We have been betrayed by Esad Kasgarli.

He wants me
to leave Professor Malik alive.

That doesn't make sense.

Malik led the project,
he killed half of our village.

It seems Esad lied to us.

He's protecting Malik.

Why?

I don't know. Yet.

I need your help to find out.

Bucephalus.

- This is a private club.
-And an enchanting one it is, sir.

But I do have some rather pressing
information about the murders.

I thought I made it perfectly clear.
I no longer require your services.

Sir, I think you'll find you need me.

I need no one, sir. I'm an island entire.
And I certainly don't need a lowly clerk.

Good day to you, sir.

-Foreign Secretary…
-

…very good of you to come.

Unfortunately, we have no current suspect
for Enright's murder.

Sir, Mycroft Holmes.

Have you completely
taken leave of your senses?

-Who is this?
-I work for you, sir.

Worked.

In a lowly capacity.

I have 175 staff at the Foreign Office.

I can hardly be expected
to remember everyone's face.

Throw this man out, with prejudice.

Please forgive my intrusion, sir.

-But I do know…
-Sir.

…who is killing your scientists.

Foreign Secretary, my profound apologies.

He stays.

I'm listening.

That is a photograph
of the real Princess Shou'an.

The woman that we have known as
Shou'an has been posing as the princess

in order to gain access to the college
to get close to the professors

and to kill them.

Why?

That we don't know, sir. Yet.

Do you mean to tell me that this assassin
has been under your nose the entire time?

In fairness, sir,
she does appear to have fooled everyone.

Not you.

That's most kind, sir.

And as much
as I would like to take credit,

it was, in fact, another Holmes

who figured out that the princess was
an imposter. My brother, Sherlock.

But how can we be sure that this supposed
imposter is, indeed, the assassin?

Capture her, sir.

We find out why she is doing this
and who she's working for.

That's what I was about to say.

And how do you propose we do that?

With bait.

Goodness sake's, be careful.
These are first editions.

Sorry, Professor Malik.

Come on. This way, laddie.

This way.

There's more to come, then straight
to Walton Hall with Professor Malik.

No dallying. Do you hear me?

If I may, sir.

If you must, Lestrade.

Should we be keeping
out of sight a bit more?

Otherwise she won't show, will she?

How many operations of this size and
complexity have you managed, Constable?

-None, sir.
-Mmm.

Why don't you let the big boys
handle it then, eh?

-Two sugars.
-

That's how I take my tea.

-Yes, sir.
-Uh-huh.

Gilles.

Get our boys back out of sight,
for crying out loud.

We want her to think
the house is vulnerable,

not scare her away entirely. Go on.

Right, move out!

You denied me.

-The win?
-Oh, no. I let you have the win.

When you denied that
you knew me to Hodge. In the library.

When I seem to remember that
we met the night before at the party

and I think we had
a rather lovely little time.

Mr Hodge is my employer.

Would you have me confuse business
with pleasure, Mr Moriarty?

Not even a minute since you last checked.

Feeling nervous, Holmes?

You promised the Foreign Secretary
you'd deliver an assassin.

It seems she's not so accommodating.

Wait, what's that?

That's what's left of your career, Holmes.

How are you so sure she'll show?

Because her job's not finished.

Hmm.

Because there were four professors
in that photograph.

Four victims. She'll show.

She'd better.

Otherwise, I'm out of a job,
and you're going back to prison.

I think you're right. I think she'll show.

You seem to have a strong instinct
for seeking out the truth.

That's very…

kind.

Holy hell.

Oh, damn it, man! Why didn't you announce
yourself? I could've killed you.

Well, if you were a better shot,
you bloody would have, sir!

Well, gentlemen.
Time to bag our quarry.

Stop! We need her alive!

Hold fire! We need her alive!

Stop! Cease fire!

-Well, go on then.
-Yes, sir.

♪ I've told you that
I'm Lightning's girl ♪

…straight to Walton Hall
with Professor Malik.

♪ But you keep hanging 'round ♪

♪ If Lightning ever catches you ♪

♪ He's got to put you down ♪

♪ About six feet ♪

Hello.

Arms up.

Using a decoy to draw the guards away?

-What the devil…
- It's a decoy.

Did I inspire you?

You won't shoot me.

Care to lay a bet?

The first time you've held a gun?

And from this distance,
I won't need beginner's luck.

She's in here!

Uh-uh-uh.

So, tell me.

Why are you doing this?

The bird's claw.

There's a man with a bird's claw.
He's coming back for me.

There's a man with a bird claw.
And he's coming back for me.

They are my mother's words.
How do you know my mother's words?

That's her! Get her, lads!

How did you know? Tell me.
How did you know?

How did you know?

Straight to the jail.

Drive on!

Today's headline.
Moriarty, Holmes triumph.

A thrilling encounter on the green today
meant victory for the two boys

as they beat the Chinese princess
at her own game.

And celebrated with an evening
of big fat pints.

She knew.

-You might need to expand on that.
-She knew my mother's words.

Meet me at Appleton Manor.

Near Chippinghurst.

♪ Welcome to my dark side ♪

♪ It's gonna be a long night
Oh, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Welcome to my darkness
I been here a while ♪

♪ Clouding up the sunlight
Hurting for a smile ♪

♪ Or something ♪

♪ But something
Always turns into nothing ♪

♪ Oh, I drain your life
'Til there's nothing left ♪

♪ But your blood shot eyes ♪

♪ Oh, I take my time 'til I show you
How I feel inside ♪

♪ Welcome to my, welcome to my
Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Welcome to my dark side
Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I can be your reckless
You can be my stain ♪

♪ I can be your heartache
You can be my shame ♪

♪ When you're feeling reckless
When you're feeling chained ♪

♪ When there's nothing left but pain ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Welcome to my dark side
Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh
Welcome to my dark side ♪