All language subtitles for The.Irregulars.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Patricia breathing heavily]

Hello?

Something wrong?

Wha…

What's going on?

Patricia Coleman Jones!

Come with me if you want to live.

Get in the gate.

Close the doors!

-Who are you?
-[Dr. Watson] Help me with the key.

Why are these people trying to hurt me?

We're not sure. We think they're under
some form of hypnosis. Quick!

-We have to go.
-John, wait!

Oh, God.

We need to get to Sherlock.

[indistinct chatter]

[audience applauding]

[Linda] Thank you. You're very kind.

You're all no doubt aware
of the string of horrific attacks

on my fellow performers
in the West End this week.

Well, this performance
is dedicated to them.

[harp music playing]

♪ Move to me ♪

♪ In the night, my sweet ♪

♪ Won't you prove to me ♪

♪ That we might just beat ♪

♪ Our sorrows ♪

♪ And our woes ♪

♪ Tomorrow's winds ♪

♪ Won't blow ♪

Sherlock Holmes.

Join me on stage.

I take it you liked my song?

Yes.

Good.

Because I need you to do something for me.

I need you to take your own life.

Yes.

[door opens]

-Sherlock, no!
-I'm sorry.

I haven't the faintest idea
what you just said.

I seem to have a little wax in my ears.

Hold still. There we are.

-You absolute bastard!
-When did you know?

I didn't. I was just being precautious.

Stop it! I didn't want to put
either of you in harm's way.

I was trying to be a good friend.

-Did you get to the actress in time?
-She's fine.

Ah! So she is.

[all applauding]

Well, I think it'd be rather rude
to not give them the curtain call.

[Sherlock grunts]

-Snowdonia Hawkweed.
-What?

-Snowdonia Hawkweed.
-[Bea] Sit down.

[Sherlock grunts]

[Bea] Oh, no! No.

[both grunt]

-I need to… I need to…
-Huh?

-You need the toilet?
-Mmm.

Okay. Let me get you a bed pan.

Mrs. Hudson says the room
is on account, but you have to…

[Sherlock urinating]

[grunts]

[opening theme music playing]

Thank you for not taking me back to 221B.

It's the only thing you said
that I understood.

Do you know who I am?

[groans]

Thank you.

-For helping me.
-Let's get one thing straight.

I don't give a toss about you, Mr. Holmes.

I'm looking after you 'cause I want
information about my mum and the Rip.

How dare you speak to me like that?

I'll give you five minutes to wake up.

This tea is Darjeeling.

So what?

The handle of the cup
smells vaguely of brewing yeast.

Probably means it was prepared
by someone who works in the pub.

Probably Mrs. Hudson.

She buys her goods wholesale

from Saheed Anand grocer's
on Emerald Street.

He's Bengali and Darjeeling
is from West Bengal.

Add to that
the light-medium body of the tea

and the smooth yet sweet flavor,
and the picture is complete.

It's Assam.

[door closes]

[woman] Good morning.

Oi. What are you doing out of bed?

You need to keep still.
Give your body time to rest.

-How's your side?
-[Leopold] It's sore.

[grunts]

[Bea] I thought I could
clean them a bit.

Um… It's fine. Sorry.

-I can do it.
-Who did this to you, Leo?

I told you, I did it to myself. I fell.

Then why do you keep looking out
into the street? People after you?

Where I was, the people there
didn't want me to leave.

So, I ran. I can't tell you
any more than that.

Can't? Or you don't want to?

-Beatrice, I'm not going back--
-Just get some rest, okay?

I'll be back later on.

[door opens]

[sighs]

[door closes]

[Sherlock] The mistake I made
with the tea earlier…

The Assam Superb will have come
from Mrs. Hudson's private quarters.

I should have known,
as she keeps the best tea for herself

and her most distinguished guests.

It's not often that I make mistakes,
but when I do I like to admit to them.

Why are you so obsessed with tea?

It's just… You have
the wrong impression of me.

[Bea] Oh, really?

I spent an hour this morning
scrubbing your piss off the floorboards.

-What impression did you want me to have?
-You have no idea who I am.

The things I've done.
The people I've saved.

So why don't you enlighten me? Hmm?

I was the youngest person ever

to be recruited
as a consultant by Scotland Yard.

-Is that how you met the doctor?
-No.

John and I met
when we became housemates.

He sort of got dragged
into my first investigation,

the case of Jefferson Hope.

You've probably heard of it.

No.

I'm surprised.
It was very widely reported on.

After that first success,
we agreed to form an agency together,

but then things changed.

How did John describe it?

"A darkness came to London."

And just like you and your friends,
we were trying to find out why.

In the beginning, it was just John and I,
but I soon realized we needed help.

[Dr. Watson] I'm not saying
we don't need help,

but recruiting
a ha'penny palm reader from Limehouse

doesn't seem like
the best course of action.

What've you got against Limehouse, John?
All of life is here. Hmm?

You could learn a thing or two.

Besides, according to Mycroft,
she has the gift.

If we want to find out
what's behind all this, we need her.

[Dr. Watson] I'm just worried about
bringing in someone we don't know.

It doesn't seem professional.
I doubt Inspector Le Villard would do it.

-Oh, don't do that.
-What?

You know what.
Whenever I do something you don't like,

you say, "I doubt
Inspector Le Villard would do that."

John, we're not dealing with pearl thieves

or cuckolded lovers
trying to poison each other here.

Yesterday, a grown man turned into a rat

before our eyes
and tried to bite your face off.

We need to find out
where these monsters are coming from.

We are dealing with special crimes,

and, as such,
we need to recruit specialists.

Specialists?

You know I've never taken
on a case I haven't solved,

and this is no different.

And when all this is over,
I want you to write about it.

That way I'll become so famous

that people will say
to Inspector Le Villard,

"I doubt Sherlock Holmes would do that."

[chuckles]

We're in this together.

So, if you don't want me
to talk to her, then I won't.

[sighs]

That cut suits you, by the way.
It makes you look very rugged.

Just go.

[bell dings]

Hello there. What's your name, then?

[Alice] Beatrice?

Beatrice!

[exhales] Welcome.

Sorry.

My boss likes to bring her kids to work
and then nip to the pub all day.

-Please.
-My name is Sherlock Holmes.

It's important that you trust me.
You never need lie to me.

-Why would I do that?
-The girl just now had a double crown.

You have a double crown. In addition,
and forgive me for being so forward,

the room smells faintly of breastmilk.

These things are present and suggest to me
you are the girl's mother.

Whereas, the wedding band
on your ring finger is absent,

which suggests the motivation for the lie.

-You're here about the rat man.
-How do you know about the rat man?

You're not the only
one who's gifted, Mr. Holmes.

[chuckles softly]

Jess. Jess.

Sherlock's talking about Mum.
You have to come listen.

-What's he said about her?
-He said she was captivating.

Obviously. Look at me and you.

I'm gonna stay in here.

The Linen Man said my nightmares
might show us where the Rip is.

I'm gonna wait to fall asleep.
Wait to go into one.

The tunnels in my nightmares
lead to this huge cavern.

Where the dark things are.

I'm gonna go back in there.

-You sure?
-I have to.

[indistinct chatter]

Oi, yeah? Check them out.

What about them?

Bill. You're not a bad-looking fella.

I mean, sure, your ears are a little big,
and you're a bit caveman.

-Personality-wise, you're intense.
-All right, Spike!

You need to get back
in the game, son. Pronto.

Before your dick hands in his resignation.

Go on.

-Hi, guys, I'm Billy--
-Watch where you're going.

[muffled screaming]

Sorry, I just…

Sorry.

Excuse me.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm all right.

[Sherlock] I'm nearly finished.
Just keep still.

[groans] You said it wouldn't hurt,
you lying bastard! Shit!

Such a potty-mouth, this girl. Mmm?

Cursing, being tattooed.
You've fallen in with the wrong crowd.

There! Done.

Okay, John. Roll up your trouser leg
and assume the position.

-I promise I'll be gentle.
-He's lying.

No, you shouldn't be held to do things
you agreed after a quart of whiskey.

We go through enough agony
without inflicting it on ourselves.

No, John! You're not backing out of this.

We can't get tattoos
that mean "The Irregulars"

if all three of us don't get them.

-[laughs]
-Fine! Do it!

[Sherlock] Here he goes.

He didn't, of course.

He claimed he felt
light-headed and ran away.

-[chuckles] Sounds like Watson.
-[chuckles]

You have the same smile as your mother.

Continue with the story.

[crowd applauding]

[Sherlock] You're too kind.
You're too kind.

No, really.

How on earth did you know
that it was her song

that was hypnotizing people?

-Ah. Luck, I suppose.
-No, come on, Holmes.

-[Dr. Watson] Tell them. Come on.
-[Gregson] We're dying to know.

-I would love to hear it.
-No, not tonight.

Tell us, or we'll get the doctor to.

I will, Sherlock, and you know
I'll annoy you by missing out details.

All right. Lord Cuerden
was the only person

from the matinee performance
not to go on to commit a crime.

His Lordship is almost completely deaf.

-Fantastic. Bravo, Mr. Holmes.
-[all applauding]

I recognized his name
from a list of attendees.

He frequents a purveyor
of ear trumpets on Holly Street.

[all laughing]

[Sherlock] Excuse me.

I thought Beatrice
was staying at Anna's tonight?

-We made up the spare room for you.
-I'm quite tired after today.

I think I might just head home.

Is everything all right?

Do you ever get bored
of showing people how brilliant you are?

Of explaining your thoughts
and your process over and over again?

People like to know about deduction.

-About reasoning.
-And you like to feel exceptional.

People enjoy your explanations because
they give a false sense of order to chaos.

"I noticed this, which meant this,

which led to this,
which could only mean this."

It's almost orgasmically linear.

I think we are standing
on the brink of something

that doesn't have order or reason.

Your arrogance has led you
to believe that you're a giant.

When in reality, you're a minnow.

Just a minnow about to swim out
into the vastness of the open sea.

Fear only takes those
who have things to lose.

What do I have to lose?

[Dr. Watson] Sherlock?

[Gregson] I'm thinking we could call it,
"The Case of the Siren Songstress."

Or "The Case of the Mesmerizing Melody."

The key to coming up
with a great case name is alliteration.

It tends to… Doctor!

I was just running through
some of my favorite case names

with Constable Felts.

[Dr. Watson] What do you have?

[Gregson] We have "The Case
of the Siren Songstress,"

or "The Case of the Mesmerizing Melody."

[coughing]

We loved each other so much.

No! You may have loved her,
but she can't have loved you,

not after everything you did to her.

We read about
the experiments in your book.

And Hudson told me
about the screaming, how you tortured her.

-It wasn't like that.
-Well, then how was it?

We did the experiments together.
They were rituals.

And we were looking
for a method of finding the Rip.

It was something we all did.

Her screaming and her getting sick
was because of something else.

Alice used to…

She used to have these nightmares.

Come on.

[breathing heavily]

[muffled voice] Circle.

Circle.

[Jessie screams]

[whimpering]

[exclaims]

[screaming]

[monster snarling]

-[corpse 1] Circle.
-[corpse 2] Circle.

-[corpse 1] Circle.
-[corpse 2] Circle.

[corpse 1] Circle.

-[screams]
-Jessie? Jess! Jess! Jess!

What are you doing out here?
You been sleepwalking again?

I don't know.
I was in the cellar. I was just--

-You had a nightmare.
-It was horrible.

I can't do it ever again. I don't want to.

-It's okay.
-[sobs]

I don't think you have to.

What do you mean?

The nightmares Mum had
were visions like yours.

I stopped Sherlock
so I could come and get you.

You need to listen to this, Jess.
It could be the answer to everything.

I told you already, I don't want to.

I know it's hard hearing about Mum,

but it's also kinda nice.
Hearing what she was like.

'Cause you don't know
where they story's headed.

-Of course I know.
-No, you don't know anything!

Jess!

Look, I'll… I'll think about it.

Just leave me alone for a while.

[indistinct chatter]

What you wasting money on beer for? Eh?

Well, I needed a drink.

Cellar's a bit busy at the moment.

Anything to do
with the guy we saw earlier?

Come on, mate.

Who was he?

-Was it your dad?
-You know my dad died in the army.

-That's what you said.
-Well, he did.

Come on, Bill.

It was a guy called Vic Collins.

He was the master at the workhouse
when me and the girls were there.

-Not a nice guy, then, I take.
-[scoffs]

No.

You know, we were young
when we were at the workhouse.

He was a grown man
in the prime of his life.

I was just a little lad, you know.

It's funny, when you think about it.

What did he do?

He used to beat me unconscious.

One time, he beat me so badly

that I was in the infirmary
for three weeks.

All I did was go to the toilet
without asking permission.

Jesus, Bill.

-Why'd you not tell me none of this?
-It's no big deal.

I will say this, though.

If there is any justice,
someone will do him in.

Just when he's wandering home at night.
When he least expects it.

Yeah. But whoever
would do that, would get caught.

And they'll throw the book at him
for doing in someone with high standing.

-Do you understand what I'm saying?
-Yeah! I get the score, lad.

All right, good.

Go and get me a pint, you cheap bastard.

[Bea] Leo, how are you feeling?

-Sorry, I…
-[Leopold] Please, I don't… [scoffs]

-What? Are you all right?
-I… I'm fine.

I just don't want you to see me like this.

Like what?

Broken.

You don't look broken.
Why would you think that?

[groans] Can you just turn around
while I put my shirt on?

-Please.
-Yeah.

[men clamoring in distance]

At least someone's having a good night.

Do you remember ages ago,
I asked you if you danced?

I used to dance.

Me and Jessie had this routine we'd do
to try and get money.

-I'm sure it was wonderful.
-It wasn't.

[Leopold chuckles]

♪ The sailor's love waits by the moon ♪

♪ The silver moon, the silver moon ♪

-Step when I step.
-[Leopold chuckles softly]

♪ Waiting for the sailor
To come home soon ♪

♪ Come home soon, come home soon ♪

♪ The creak of a bow on the midnight air ♪

♪ The midnight air, the midnight air ♪

♪ And no more waiting
For that maiden fair ♪

[Bea clears throat]

Why are you so scared of letting me close?

Why are you scared of me
seeing you without a shirt on?

Or telling me what happened to you?

Isn't it supposed to be easier than this?

I guess sometimes
there's just too many demons.

-Beatrice--
-I've gotta go. I've got things to do.

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[Sherlock] By now, Alice had figured out
that a Rip had opened.

She knew the answers to its location
lay in her nightmares,

but they were getting worse.

[gasps]

I'm here, darling. It's okay.

There.

-[crying softly]
-[Sherlock] Hmm?

I don't want to go back to sleep.

-I don't want to go back.
-I know.

[Sherlock] The question was now
whether she would survive their horrors

long enough to decipher them.

But it wasn't just her.

The cases were
taking their toll on all of us.

One day, Gregson brought us
a particularly barbaric case to look at.

We had no idea it would be
the last one we'd ever work on together.

You can say no!

-They can get someone else to do it.
-Look, I know you're tired.

-I'm tired?
-All right?

No, no, no. Don't.

When was the last time you didn't take
something to wake up or to sleep?

Every case we work on
adds another piece to the puzzle.

And we're so close to finding this Rip.
You're so close. Please, Alice.

Together we can save the world.

There's something different
about this case, Sherlock.

-I don't like it.
-Different how?

-I don't know. Something to do with John--
-[Dr. Watson] Is there a problem here?

No problem.

Alice.

Sherlock doesn't need any distractions.

His mind operates at its most wonderful

when he's clear
from other more trivial matters.

Well, I don't want to get in the way
of his wonderful mind now…

do I?

That's Mr. Lowe.
He had his left arm stolen.

And on the next bed is Mr. Welsh.

Right arm. And then over here,
we have Mr. Bibby and Mr. Moore.

Left and right legs, respectively.

We're calling it
"The Case of the Collector."

-Who comes up with the names?
-Everyone else liked it.

This happened last night?

It seems to have healed so well, it looks
like there was no limb there at all.

[sniffs]

[muttering indistinctly]

[sniffs]

No, no, no, no.

Show yourself. Show yourself.

Come on, show yourself.

John.

John.

-John.
-[Dr. Watson] Mmm?

Its base is alcohol.

The rest is an extraordinary blend
of herbs and flora.

Chervil, or something
from the parsley family.

Bark which I think is acacia,
galangal root, juniper.

There was one element
that had me stumped.

Snowdonia Hawkweed.

It only grows
on one inaccessible cliff face

on one mountain in Northern Wales.

Now, this is how we find our collector.

The chances are astronomically slim--

Can you take this down
to the Royal Botanical Gardens?

Find out if anyone there knows anyone
bringing this into the metropolitan area.

-Sherlock, you're worn out. We all are.
-It's Snowdonia Hawkweed, John.

I'd stake my entire career on it.

[sighs]

Fine.

[Sherlock] I'd never been wrong before.

Never believed I could be wrong.

I still don't.

It must have been the tiredness.

I'm a man of many talents.

But botany, chemistry is my wheelhouse.

[Bea] Mr. Holmes, continue the story.

No. Who gave this to you?
The head botanist?

Yes, Edith Dubois.
And I spoke to other members of her team.

It's not Snowdonia Hawkweed.
It's common tarragon.

It can't be. It looks nothing like it.

-Can you take it back and get them--
-Look, Sherlock!

It's a dead end.

I'm sorry.

But we have nothing else to go off.

The crime scene,
the motive, there was nothing.

The tincture was the whole…
It was the whole thing.

Look, what…

Why don't you come to the pub with me?

Come on. Let's have a drink
like we used to.

[scoffs]

No, I should stay here with Alice.

[Bea] Why did you have to stay
with my mum?

I know you can hear me.
What was going on with her?

-What aren't you telling me?
-She was incapacitated.

-Incapacitated how?
-Please, can you get me something?

Something to take the edge off a little.

There's a man down the road
on Charing Cross. Raymond Duck. Please!

-As if!
-[groans]

You'll stay here, sober up,
and tell me what was going on with her!

No! You get me something!

Or you won't hear another word
out of me! Not a word!

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

Where you going, Bill?

Go back to the pub, Spike.

It's got nothing to do with you.
Let's keep it that way.

What about when you get arrested, eh?

Beating an old man? You'll spend
the rest of your days in jail. What then?

It's easy for you to say.
It's easy if you weren't there.

Don't, Spike!

-You can't change what he did to you.
-Spike.

He didn't do it to me!
All that stuff I told you about.

The beatings. Breaking my jaw.
Putting me in the hospital.

It wasn't me.

It was Bea.

And there was nothing
I could do to stop it.

I wasn't big enough.

I'm sorry, Bill. I'm…

I'm sorry, Bill. I was…

[Spike grunts]

Well, I am big enough now!

[grunts softly]

Tell me what was going on
with my mum and it's yours.

[Sherlock] No, I should stay here
with Alice. The way she is…

[Alice] Sherlock!

[panting]

How are you feeling, darling?

[groaning]

[panting] I think I need the midwife.

[screams]

You must have guessed.

I needed you to say it.

[Alice screaming]

Sherlock.

[Sherlock] Seeing her in all that pain…

Seeing the toil of labor…

It was the worst day of my life.

[baby wailing]

[Sherlock] But then, suddenly,
it was the best.

I'm so, so sorry.

I don't want an apology from you.

I don't want anything from you.

All I want is for you to tell me
what my mum saw in her nightmares.

Executioners.

From the 17th century.

Executioners.

And triangles.

[muffled screaming]

[voice 1] Triangles.

[voice 2] Help us.

[voice 1] Triangles.

[muffled muttering continues]

[voice 3] Triangle.

[twig snapping]

[screams and gasps]

[voice 1] Triangle.

[gasping]

[coughing and panting]

[Sherlock] It's okay. It's okay.

There.

We need to leave London,
Sherlock. Right now.

I know that if we don't,
something terrible will happen. Please.

-Listen to me.
-We can't. We have work to do.

We're done here.

The work is breaking us.
I know you can feel it.

If we find this Rip,
only you can close it.

-No.
-It has to be an Ipsissimus.

There are others like me.
Not many, but they exist.

I'm sure one of them
will come and close it.

No, we don't know that.

No, by now the Rip
has made itself known to us.

Imagine if we can do it.
And John writes about it.

Imagine what people will think
if we can save the entire world.

I should've known.

This was never
about doing the right thing, was it?

It's about you.
About the myth of Sherlock Holmes.

-Alice, I--
-Don't. I know you.

I know you better than anyone.

You once said to me, "Fear only takes
those who have something to lose."

Well, now you have me.

You have the girls.

-You have us.
-[baby crying]

[door opens]

[Sherlock] Alice and I
are going to Suffolk with the girls.

How long?

What are you saying? You're out?

This is all Alice, isn't it?

Eh? She's got to you. She's changed you!

She's the mother
of my daughter. My fiancée.

-Yes, she changed me.
-[Dr. Watson] What will I do?

I can't clear up
all this mess on my own.

I can't live with you forever.
We're not married.

You'll be fine. You always seem
to land on your feet.

Maybe you'll change your mind
when you hear what I have to say.

I think I've worked out
how to find the Rip.

I've been down at the Golden Dawn,
reading, researching for months.

Go on.

I think perhaps the barrier
between our world and the next

is at its thinnest
at the site of great traffic.

I.e., a place of great death.

Naturally, if a Rip were to occur,

it would happen
where the barrier was most vulnerable.

I reasoned then that
since Alice sees executioners,

perhaps we should be
searching for some gallows.

That's incredible, John.
Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to do it on my own.

I wanted you to be impressed by me.
I wanted you to see me. [chuckles softly]

I see you, John.

Do you?

It's just a theory.

I wanted to be certain
before I troubled you with it.

The problem is, there are dozens
of gallows sites in London.

Yes. But only one
in the shape of a triangle.

Tyburn!

Tyburn Gallows was built
in the shape of a triangle

so they could hang
more people off its beams.

-Eighty thousand were hanged there.
-That's it.

It has to be it.

You should get Alice.

She won't.
I can't ask her. She's not well.

[Bea] But you persuaded her to go,
didn't you?

After you promised it was over.
After you told her you were leaving.

[shuddering]

I had no… choice!

Please. Give me the opium.

-I need it. I need it!
-Finish the story, Mr. Holmes.

I can't! I can't.

Finish it!

[Sherlock] I remember…

I remember the night
like it was yesterday.

We were just like you and your friends.

I felt so old, so wise.

But we were just kids.

Minnows in the vastness of the open sea.

Unaware of the deepness of the ocean.

Unaware of what lurked
in the darkness below.

It's here.
This is where the gallows stood.

There's nothing here.

There. In the trees.

Sherlock.

You don't need to prove
to anybody how brilliant you are.

You're brilliant as you are.

For who you are.

Beatrice is yours now
just as much as Jessie.

Okay?

What do you mean?

[Sherlock] The Rip was only small.

I couldn't see a great deal into it.

[Jessie] What did it look like?

[Sherlock] It was the very fabric
of the universe.

Alice.

If it widens, the world
will warp and fold into itself.

The powers, the strangeness,
show it's already begun.

-Get her the list of incantations!
-I don't need the incantations.

[Sherlock] As soon as she touched it…

I knew it would take her.

It surged with energy.

Hear it crackling like rendering pig fat.

-Why didn't you try and stop her?
-I did.

As it closed it began to pull her through.

I reached out and grabbed her,
but I wasn't strong enough.

Grab her! Grab her!

I shouted at John to save her.
But he grabbed me instead.

Hold on, Alice!

[shouting indistinctly]

[Sherlock panting]

And then it was gone.

Alice. The Rip.

It was like nothing had ever been there.

I've heard enough.

You let us think that she drowned.

-She went mad.
-I'm sorry.

And then what?
You just abandoned us both?

I wasn't well.
I did what I thought was best for you.

You were doing
what was best for yourself.

Not a day has gone by

when I haven't thought of you.
Both of you.

Your thoughts were a big fucking help

when we were in the workhouse
being beaten and punched and spat on!

[sniffles] They were a huge help
when we were starving to death

wondering whether
to sell ourselves to stay alive.

-I want to help you now!
-You think we need your help?

Look around you, Mr. Holmes.

You're covered
in your own urine and vomit.

My mum was right.

You think you're brilliant.
You live for other people to tell you it.

[sniffs] Well, my mum
was ten times the person you'll ever be.

I've made mistakes.

I've made mistakes.

But the Rip, what happened
with your mum, it wasn't my fault.

All these years,
one thing has hounded my thoughts.

I've tried to push it out of my mind,
but it keeps growing and growing and…

Whenever I ask him about it, he always
has an answer, finds a way to pacify me.

-What are you talking about?
-John Watson is a man

who's lived his whole life
without ever being inspired.

So, how come he was suddenly graced
with the insight that led us to the Rip?

How?

No, wait! I told you my story.

Please. Give me the opium.

No! No! No! No! No!

It's not opium.

It's just sugar.

[screams]

You lying bitch! You deserve everything
that's coming to you!

[pounding at door]

[Sherlock] I don't want to see your face!

What are you hesitating for, boy?

You came here to do something, didn't you?

Why don't you do it?

I came here to hurt you.

[Vic] Why would you wanna do
a horrible thing like that?

I'll tell you why, Vic.
Because hurting people is your hobby.

[Vic grunts]

You're from the workhouse, I take it?

You know, if I hurt you,
it's probably because you deserved it.

Kids learn from being tough--

Yeah, well, I'm not
a kid anymore, Vic. I got strong.

-And you got old.
-[Vic] Happens to all of us.

It'll happen to you one day.

[exhales] Yes, you're very familiar.

I've always been good
with names and faces.

Well, what's my name, then?

You were very young when you came to us,
from what I remember.

Your mother came down from Glasgow.

She didn't want ya.

Wrong. My mother
was a weaver from Manchester.

She died giving birth to me.

My father handed me over to you
when he went to fight for the empire.

-He died in the Crimea.
-Yeah.

That's the story the nurses
always told the youngsters.

-You're lying.
-The Crimean War ended in 1856, you idiot.

Now, you may be stupid,
but I take it you can count.

She was a prostitute, from my recall.

You weren't the first of her kids
we took in, nor the last.

You don't know me!

You're just trying to get to me.

As if you could remember me
from hundreds of kids.

If you really knew me,
then you'd know my name.

What's my name, Vic?

Billy.

Your name's Billy.

You used to hang around with the sisters.

Little Bill.

You used to cry so much at night

they'd have to come and wake me up
so I could deal with you.

What were you crying about?

Was it the fact that
your mother was a Glaswegian whore

who couldn't bear the sight of you?

Or that your dad was one of her clients
who'll never even know you exist?

No.

Get out of my house, Little Bill.

Or I'll really give you something
to cry about.

I went mental at him.

I know. I could hear you
from down in the street.

What an absolute wanker.

I'm so sorry, Jess.

What are you apologizing for?

That I kept pushing for you
to go and see him.

I've never felt so disgusted
with someone in my entire life.

How were you so calm up there?
How did you control yourself?

I didn't have to.

I don't care about him.

-What do you mean? How?
-I don't know.

I guess I realized I had someone there
for me while I was growing up.

Someone who loved me.
And looked out for me.

You still do.

I love you, Bea.

Look, I know he's an asshole…

but I do agree with Sherlock on one thing.

I think Watson knows
more than he's letting on.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he's behind all this.

And I'm gonna prove it.

And end it.

Bea.

Don't give away your strength
by hating Sherlock. He's not worth it.

He's just a broken old man
who's trapped in his memories.

[Sherlock] Where's Jessie?

A long way away from you.

How are you feeling?

[exhales]

A bit more like myself.

I could have been
a better man for your mother.

But I loved her.

I loved her dearly.

You must believe that.

I do.

This tea…

It's not the same type
of leaf as before, is it?

No.

Well, since it's a new type of tea,
and yesterday was Sunday…

the only place Mrs. Hudson
could have purchased it

would have been the Lanes Market.

Knowing Mrs. Hudson as I do, she would've
bought the cheapest tea they had,

but, to save face, would have bought
the second cheapest. Which is Ceylon.

Ceylon. Correct.

[laughs softly]

Bet you wish you'd never met her.

The last decade of my life
has been a living hell.

But I'd happily do 100 more years of it
to spend one more moment with her.

Life isn't supposed
to be painless, Beatrice.

Joy and suffering
dance together long into the night.

Don't ever hide from them.

[door closes]

Bea? Is everything all right?

Let me see your body.

-[exhales] Beatrice--
-Show me, Leo.

I wanna see it.

Take your top off.

[Leopold groans softly]

I don't want you to hide
your body from me anymore.

It's too nice to be hidden.

No more hiding?

No more hiding.