All language subtitles for Sherlock Holmes.S02E01

"There is no other
way to say goodbye."

"Remember me in your heart."

Who betrayed me in Paris
and why did you wait so long?

I find your ladyship's
attitude surprising.

The answers to those questions
are no concern of yours.

On my knees I beg you
I employ you to show mercy.

I'm not in the business
of mercy Madame.

I haven't the money even if I wished.

How could I without
my husband knowing?

Oh you'd be exceedingly ill
advised not to make an effort.

Do your worst.

You will not have a penny from me,
coward!

My grandsons were punished enough.

I hear from them only seldom.

They wish to spare me
their misery, I think.

This monster who brought
about their downfall?

He lives and breathes, Mr. Holmes,
with a smiling face

and a heart of marble.

You should have come to me sooner.

If only I'd known of you sooner.

A friend gave me your name.

He has a high regard,
for your sense of justice.

Do you read poetry?

Try a leaf.

CAM devil.

This is the only clue
I can offer you.

Maybe it will help.

I wish nothing for
Myself, Mr. Holmes.

It is too late for that.

I wish only to save others.

3:45 for London.

I felt great sadness there.

To think that that house
must have reverberated

to the sounds of those boys
growing up.

Man who preys upon weakness

with a smiling face
and a heart of marble.

A master blackmailer.

I've heard whisper of him,
yet no one has put a name to him.

Well there's no mention of blackmail.

Even a whisper of
a newspaper account.

You have reported it?

Of her two grandchildren,
George the elder,

and Viscount Croft was caught
in a moment of indiscretion,

referred to the paper
as the Badger Game.

It seems to involve a gentleman
being lured to the bed of a prostitute

then being discovered
in flagrante delicto by a third party.

As usual the sensational
press has got it wrong.

The lady was an actress that is true
but it was no in flagrante.

Mrs. Hudson.

He was married Holmes into one of
the highest family's in the land.

The paper's made plenty of that.

And the younger boy?

Edward.

Now, he revenged for his brother,
took a revolver to the footman,

who's name was... um... Veitch.

Burst in upon him,
shot him in the face.

The man lived
but was disfigured for life.

After the trial he disappeared.

It is Veitch we must find
to lead us to our prize.

Ms. Hudson are you not well?

Of course I'm well.

Then please you know I
hate the smell of cabbage.

Surely the brothers would
know they're tormentor.

The older brother fled
the country in disgrace.

Edward joined him having
served his sentence,

they're now living richly
somewhere in France.

Goodbye Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.

There is one curiosity.

CAM Devil.

Read it for clues if you wish.

I do rather like Tennyson.

But later.

I'd prefer you to direct your energies
towards the gossip columns.

The Grasslands.

The Grasslands, Watson.

For which our serpent lies.

Do tell us where
you're going Charlotte.

Oh yes, do tell.

Lottie where are you going?

Shall I, dearest.

What's that my love?

Tell them where we're
going for our honeymoon.

I've no objections.

It's Budleigh Salterton!

How romantic.

It is actually very.

I shall have to choose somewhere
abroad for a honeymoon.

Paris or Rome.

You may, Daphne.

But if one's fate is to marry a soldier,
abroad may well be one's whole life.

And your honeymoon, Lady Eva?
Have you and Harry decided yet?

Florence, Naples,
Constantinople, I think.

Sounds delightful.

Now you've made him envious.

Not at all.

Charlotte, my dear,
I must return to barracks.

Shall I see you this evening?

No, duties forbid.
Our regimental dinner, alas.

Ladies.

Lottie, he is gorgeous.

He's divine.

How'd you get so lucky, Charlotte?

But where is Budleigh Salterton?

Oh I'm so happy for you, Lottie.

What is this?

It's not in my hand.

My dear Colonel, you don't expect
me to give you the original, do you?

Where did you get this?
Who gave it to you?

Oh well, who but the object
of your affections.

I don't believe it. It's not possible.

What do you want from me?

Two hundred pounds.

What?

For it all to be blown away.

Never. I won't part with a penny.
I'll see you in hell first.

Think of your lovely bride, Colonel.

What have you done to me?

One has to ask oneself
how much butter can one eat?

Dotty Martian apparently got
seventeen salt and pepper parts.

Seventeen?

It's true. I was thinking of a
way of dealing with it was so...

Help me.

It was to murmur politely,
always useful until the awful clay

when always useless,
she said to the Duchess.

No.

Yes, it's true.

Lillie overheard her,
didn't you, Lillie?

Yes, my lady.

Harry wanted us to
be married at sea

on a pirate ship with
only the crew invited

but one really can't, can we?

No, my dear, one really can't.

I made an extremely foolish wager

that I could outbox a young upstart
of a dragoon.

And will you mend for the nuptials,
my dear fellow, in three days?

You have a small flutter in itself.

Bed socks?

For cold feet.

You can rarely hopes
they won't be needed.

Yeah my grandfather fancied himself

as something of a pugilist.
He was the fourth Earl.

I remember one summer in Ireland,

I must have been about
eight years old I suppose.

He decided to give me a lesson.

I've never been so
frightened in my life.

Lottie, what is it?

Lottie?

What's the problem?

There's some letters.

Lottie?

Lovers' tiff.
Or is it goodbye Budleigh Salterton?

I must go to her.

No, my angel.

"Prince Muir is about to
marry Baroness Haganlod."

"Lost his first wife,
Princess Mary Devagram"

"ten years ago."

"Lord Rosebury has
accepted an invitation"

"to dine at the Cutler's
Feast in Sheffield."

You're not trying Watson.

Well really, Holmes?

I've been reading things out
since half past eight this morning.

You haven't reacted
to a single article.

I shall react I assure you

the moment you read out something
which catches my attention.

Oh, this is interesting.

"Lord Hockstein of
English Cricketers"

"are leaving next month
for Philadelphia and Toronto."

What on earth does that continent
know about cricket?

"The honorable Miss Miles
has broken off her engagement"

"to Colonel Dorking
two days before the wedding."

"The most important item in a
woman's appearance this winter"

"will be her headgear."

Yes?

I've come to light
the fire for you, sir.

Not at the moment. thank you.

Go away.

Inspector?

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Yes...

It's from Colonel Dorking.
Who delivered it?

His batman.

This is Colonel Dorking.

His engagement to the honorable
Miss Miles was broken off yesterday.

You see I was listening.

It's Lastrade.

I don't know that he's in. Inspector.

Inspector?

Mr. Holmes,
you know what I'm here for.

No, pray tell me.

I've come for the letter,

which arrived in that envelope.

It was stolen from the rooms
of Colonel John Dorking

and delivered into the hands of
Doctor Watson not twenty minutes ago.

Do you have it?

Delivered, yes but stolen?

It was a postal note to me Lastrade.

It's police evidence.

The Colonel is dead.

Yes, we know. By his own hand.

Foul play is not suspected, is it?

How can you be so sure it isn't?

Because the note made it clear.

So,

why should he write to you,
if he's topping himself?

Did you know the man?

I had no knowledge of him.

Oh, answer my question
or better still... show me the letter.

It will tell you nothing.

Oh, he seems to me
on the point of engaging you,

he must have changed his mind.

And took a soldier's way out.

What does he mean by?

We'll never know, Inspector.

But he was engaged to
be married, damn it.

Yes, well...

Wouldn't be the first time
and it won't be the last.

So it was blackmail, you'd say?

Well done, Lastrade.

No need for sarcasm, Mr. Holmes.

Your as much in the dark,
as we are then

about who this blackmailer might be.

You can be sure of one thing.

Colonel Dorking was not his
first victim and will not be his last.

Goodbye, Lastrade.

You will let me know
if you hear of anything?

"I made a hideous mistake.
I need your services."

The only pity is he didn't
name the blackmailer.

He did.

This came with the letter.

Charles Augustus Milverton,

Appledore Towers, Hampstead,
Art Dealer.

Camouflage.

C.A.M.

CAM devil.

I've had to deal with
fifty murderers in my career,

but the worst of them never
gave me this sense of-

revulsion that I feel
at this moment

towards Mr. Charles
Augustus Milverton.

Milverton's lair.

It's a fortress.

Are you surprised?

Charles Augustus.
Is he a foreigner?

Roman? Prussian?
He's built his own prison.

He's a man who loathes
the human race.

What circumstances
might bring him to that?

Well, boy brought up in lonely
isolation, starved of affection.

Probably in one of
London's outer suburbs.

Outer, why not Soho
or Lesters Square.

Because, my dear Holmes,
those places,

with all there vices team like wolves,
generosity of spirit and humanity.

That's interesting.

Milverton.

Tonight I have an assignment for you,
if you're willing to visit an art gallery.

What will you be doing?

Don't you think that
the honorable Miss Miles

might be more worth a visit
since Dorking wrote to you?

That is past, Watson.

What we must do now is fastened
ourselves onto his next victim.

So, this evening I'm to discover
all I can about Milverton?

His reputation. His background.
And how those perceive him.

Do I engage him in conversation?

Yes, but with caution.

His lordship has taken
ill at lunch my lady.

It is feared he may
have suffered a stroke.

Oh, poor Uncle Charles.

Her ladyship is with him now.

He should be pleased that
you're back.

Oh, Diana.

May I see him?

He's sleeping. Wait a little.

How bad is it?

Doctor Bainey's not optimistic.
If he lives, he'll be paralyzed.

Eva, there's a ceremony that
I have to attend this evening.

The unveiling of my portrait
by a young artist.

Just a brief appearance but
I promised him that I'd be there.

Will you come and take care of me?

Of course.

Wait.

Yes?

Here's a maid.
Come about the job, sir.

Well, come in then.

So, what have you got
to sell me, my dear?

What is your name?

Lillie, sir.

Awe, Lady Eva Blackwell.

It occurs to me that I might not have
been invited to this viewing Holmes.

What if I'm not admitted, huh?

Holmes?

Is that Mr. Holmes just going out?

Not that I recognize, Doctor.

Without more ado ladies and gentlemen

I shall perform the ceremony
for which we are gathered.

I think she's gentler and
more beautiful than that.

I should insist on
Whistler painting you.

Formidable.

It was a great honor.

I would like to go soon.

The boy has caught you to
Perfection, Lady Swinstead.

I don't believe we've
been introduced.

Charles Augustus Milverton
at your service.

Excuse me.

Lady Swinstead, I'm afraid.

My husband?

Eva.

Forgive me.

A most beautiful lady.

What?

Lady Swinstead.
I wonder though-

if he's quite got her mouth right.

Disaster.

Do I know you?

Yeah.

You work for Milverton, don't you?

Is he good there?

He would be if weren't
for the bloody plumbing.

Plumbing?

Always drippin off the spout
and it's always my fault.

Robert, look what you've done.

That's my pint, is it?

Now give us a kiss.

Get off.

Get off, Robert. Get off.

We never sent for the plumber.

Oh hello.

It was Stokes.

Oh was it?

Robert this is... what's your name?

Escott. We plumb the depths,
it's my firm's motto.

He says you sent for him.

Where's the trouble?

Awe, I see.

What's going on here?

I asked you what's going on here?

He's come about the
plumbing, Mr. Hebworth.

I took the liberty of asking him
to come and look at it.

Didn't I, Aggie?

You have no right to take liberties.
I'm in charge here.

But we do need it done, Mr. Hebworth.

I mean, Mr. Milverton
was only saying yesterday.

That there was a very, ugly smell
coming from the piping.

Very well. Carry on then.

He came in late and went out early.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Shame, isn't it?

He was a fine statesmen, Watson.

It was his diplomacy, I'm told, which
eased Anglo-French relationships

at a most delicate time some year's back.

To think that I was there with his widow
when the news was broken to her.

Milverton.

I exchanged a word with him.

A more calculatingly insincere smile.
I never hope to see.

Charles Augustus.

And described to me as
a connoisseur in art matters.

A businessman who can make
or raise the fortune's of any artist

to whom he devotes himself.

Stems of hell.

He's a member of a
number of London clubs.

On the basis, I suppose that there
are those who do not oppose him.

Not the Diogenes.

I heard my brother Microft
that he presented himself,

and was turned away
with a flea in his ear.

Your gentleman blackmailer
was born in Balum.

The only son of a
glazer and his wife.

Your source of information?

Oh a variety of sources.

I applied your methods.
How have you faired?

I've entered the fortress.

I'm a plumber of a rising business.
Escotts my name.

The butler, who goes under
the name of Hebworth,

is none other than
Veitch the footman,

who was shot in the face.
I'm certain of it.

Perhaps he was employed by Milverton

as a reward for keeping his silence
during the Kroft scandal.

I wonder.

You got air compression in your
cell pipes, Mr. Hebworth.

That's the cause of the
evil smell in this house.

What this warrants is
a save all below it

so the dirty water
don't get clogged up.

What the devil are you doing here?

It's the plumber sir.

There's no need of a plumber
in this room. Get out.

This is master's special room.

And you stay out now...

Aggie.

I'll see you later. It's my plumber.

Aggie?

I don't care if I do make him
jealous. Because ideas are...

I don't like your master, Aggie.
I think he's a shady character.

You're right, he is.

Oh, God.

Lillie.

She won't come here for that Job.
Why would she want to work here for?

She was a real lady's maid,
you could tell by her clothes.

What was she after then?

I think you're getting
a bit too curious.

Yes, you are.

And I'm getting cold.
Snuggling good.

Just a kiss.

I don't know how.

Poor boy.

Holmes, I've had an idea.

A way in which we bring this fellow
Milverton within the grasp of the law.

If we could tempt him to blackmail

an innocent person
we should have him.

Now suppose...

suppose I was to be the recipient
of some indiscreet letters.

You Watson?
Who would pray write these letters?

Someone of our acquaintance.

And you and your plumbing persona
could offer them for sale.

And at the moment of transaction

Lastrade would be on hand to arrest him.

But legally we cannot move

until some victim is prepared
to sacrifice their reputation

by going to the police.

There must be some way
we can fight this devil.

There is.

There is.

In a mere three weeks, my love,
this all will be yours.

I feel unworthy of it.

Nonsense. There's no woman
on earth more worthy.

I feel unwell.

I know what it is your feeling.

It's your Uncle Charles,
I do understand.

We have our future ahead.

We have each other for
the rest of our lives.

Where can I find Monsieur Vetron?

Sherlock Holmes.

Good evening, monsieur.

You see I've tried to bring
a little bit of Paris to London

Camille's method is simple.

Camille?

C.A.M. CAM.

Watson, you know sometimes
you absolutely amaze me.

He allows it to be known that he is
prepared to pay very high sums

for letters, which come from
wise people of wealth and position.

Do you receive, do you receive these
letters from valets and maids?

Not only them. Sometimes,
how do you say, gentile ruffians-

who have the confidence and
affection of trusting women?

No one knows where
Camille's grip may fall.

You are his agent, his conductor?

Me?

No, no, no, we go back
a number of years.

Rarely people are stupid enough
to trust their servants.

Did you help conduct a
housemaid to him recently?

And what his your interest, monsieur?

I have a friend who may have
something to sell.

Oh, yes? Well, come this way.

Tell me about him.

Well he needs to know
the procedure.

The matter is delicate.

Of course. It always is.

He's a personal physician to
the Duke and Duchess of Landish.

Now this housemaid
who came by recently?

She's here tonight
celebrating her birthday.

In a year from now,
she'll be on the streets.

At whose expense?

Lady Eva Blackwell.

Engaged to the Earl of Dovercourt,
said to be married within weeks.

She must submit herself to our care.

Somehow without delay.

How dare you come into this house!

How dare you!

My dear young lady, a show of
temper will avail you nothing.

I can't pay you.

I haven't the money to pay you.

Give me back my letters.

Please, leave me alone.

You must be resourceful
in finding the money.

You have influential friends.
Surely they'll come to your aid.

No, they won't.

Who can I tell?

That's not my concern.

The Earl of Dovercourt, my lady.

Don't fuss.
Oh, there's a good fellow.

Oh darling.

This is Mr. Milverton.

I'm honored to meet you, my Lord.

And what is your business here?

Business?

Shall we share with his lordship
our little secret, Lady Eva?

No.

As you wish.

My card, sir.

Thank you.

Good day at you both.

Stokes. What time is it?

Twenty past four.

How much longer, Escott?

Well, if you'll forgive me
for saying so, Mr. Hebworth,

you're plumbing's in
the shocking stage.

It's the worst I've ever seen.

Two more days, then you're out.

Come and see me tonight.

Oh, Aggie.

I have it under authority
that she rides this way

every Sunday afternoon.
Would you recognize her?

Well, I've seen her
likeness in a magazine

if she's with Dovercourt, I might.

Eva?

Boy, get the horse.

I'm a Doctor.

Her godmother lives just over there.

We could carry her
if it's safe to lift her, doctor.

Yes. There's no-injury.
Just fainted.

Darling?

I'm so sorry to be
of so much trouble.

You lay where you are, my dear.
You're in safe hands now.

Lady Swinstead.

All England shares in your grief.

My colleague, Doctor Watson,
is attending Lady Eva.

Poor child is very disturbed
by the death of my husband.

There's nothing serious Lady Swinstead

but I would advise you to make her rest
and get her own doctor to see her.

Of course.
Thank you, Doctor Watson.

May Lady Eva need
my services, please.

Eva?

It was Milverton who caused her fall.

She saw his carriage.

He rings the nerves of his victims

to add to his already
swollen moneybags.

He is the worst man in London.

Seething, slithering and sly.

Yes, is there nothing better we can do
than spend our time here, Holmes?

You have any suggestions?

Confront him. Challenge him.

The brain before the cudgel rule.

Meanwhile, just like him,

he'll squeeze his victims
till he's drained them dry

and we're doing nothing to stop him.

Holmes?

You must eat, child.

What's troubling you?

Are you expecting someone?

No.

I'm just thinking about my wedding.

Now tell me the truth.

Gotcha.

What time do they
go to bed in this house, Aggie?

What do you want to know for?

So I know when it's
safe to visit you.

You could always come
in over the wall.

Throw pebbles at my window.

Which is your window?

I'll only tell you-

if you marry me, love.

Oh Aggie, I can't.

Then I won't tell.

You have such a way with words.

All right.

I'm at the very, very
top on the corner

and Master, he's a floor below
but he's next to the garden

and Monsieur Hebworth he's on the
ground floor, just across from the study.

Loves his sleep, he does,
you can't wake him.

There's a joke in
the servant's hall.

Why don't he sleep upstairs?

Because the master
wants him on guard.

He's got loads of valuable,
valuable stuffs in his study.

Because he's no collector,
he's afraid of burglars.

Are you a burglar?

You touched my heart.

I will make you a gift of mine.

Off you go. Off you go.

Maximilian, who let you out.

Stop. Come here.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it...

I'll get you, Escott.

He's just around the corner.

What's this bloody racket?

Well, there...

Watson, you'll be interested to hear
that I'm engaged to be married.

Oh, yeah. I will.

To the Milverton's housemaid.

Good heavens.

I needed information.

Surely you've gone too far.

It was a most necessary step

I've walked with her,
talked with her.

Heaven knows talks.

But the girl?

Can't help it, Watson.

One must play one's cards
as best one can

when such a stake is on the table.

However, I rejoice to tell you
that I have a hated rival

that will cut me out
the moment my back is turned.

What a splendid day it is.

You like this weather?

She's here.

My father died when I was 12.

My mother stays in the country.

Lord and Lady Swinstead
have made London home to me

but indeed they arranged
my season last year.

Give me your gloves.

Oh, Mrs. Hudson,
what do you think you're doing?

You haven't been out
this morning, Mr. Holmes

and you don't have to be
a detective

to see that this young lady
is recently up from a sick bed.

Isn't that so, my dear?

You must put some roses
back in those cheeks.

Thank you.

The broth is an excellent idea.

Mrs. Hudson, will you vanish?

I said vanish.

He was my first love.

The son of some neighbors
of ours in Suffick

but we were ill matched.

He had few prospects.

When I came down to London

last year for the season
I broke off with him.

I didn't realize how much I hurt him.

He returned my letters

and I put them away in a trunk,
which I keep with me.

Now, the substance of these letters?

They're just a little foolish.

But sufficient to cause
your fiance misgiving?

Harry's so proud of me.

It frightens me sometimes
that I cannot live up to

his expectation of me.

Was it your maid who
found these letters?

Lillie, yes.

I trusted her.

I cannot believe she could have
betrayed me like this.

How would this Lillie
know about Milverton?

I think-

the idea may have come to her

through a misfortune that befell
a friend of mine, Charlotte,

who was to have married
a Colonel Dorking.

And Mr. Milverton

sent her some letters.

They were very distressing.

Lillie and I were there
when she received them.

To think the same
fate has befallen me.

It will be all right, Lady Eva.

What could you do?

My marriage is on the 18th.

He's demanding that

the money be paid to him

four days prior to the wedding on
the 14th, on the day of the dance.

Dance?

Lord Dovercourt has
arranged a wedding feast

and invited half of London.

I'm dreading it.

If you will place
yourself in my hands,

I'll inform Mr. Milverton that you've
commissioned me to meet him

to make the best terms
that I can, huh?

I have limited resources, Mr. Holmes.

But enough for me to bargain with
I cannot approach him empty handed.

Good. Good.

Thank you.

My best wishes to your Godmother.

Lady Eva.

You must trust Mr. Holmes
and his methods. Absolutely.

Mrs. Hudson will see you out.

That young lady, Holmes,
must be treated with infinite care

unlike your other recent escapade.

Oh, Watson, it took some nerve
for her to come here alone.

It is my belief that Lady Eva

and the Milverton housemaid
have something in common.

And what is that?

Juice.

Watson, juice.

In the face of adversity.

Now.

Mr. Milverton.

Well, well, well.

Eva?

Eva?

Eva?

Eva?

Lottie.

I am so glad to see you.

Paris wasn't the answer.

You've been hard to find.

What were you doing?

I fell asleep.

Johnson told me about your
Uncle Charles. I'm so sorry.

I stayed here to comfort Diana but

this house is so sad.

We'll call again at 6:30 C. A. M.

You ready?

Yes.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

This gentlemen, is it discreet?

Dr. Watson is my friend and partner.

It is purely in the interest
of your client that I protest it.

The matter is so very delicate.

Dr. Watson has already
thought of that.

May I?

Oh, thank you.

Then we may proceed to business.

You said in your note that
you are acting for the Lady Eva.

Are you empowered to
accept my terms?

What are your terms?

Seven thousand pounds?

And the alternative?

My dear sir,
it is painful for me to discuss it.

But I can say

that all of this is done
with most careful consideration.

And if the money is not paid

on the 14th then there certainly
will be no marriage on the 18th.

We are, of course, familiar
with the contents of these letters.

We shall advise our client

to tell her future husband the whole
story and trust to his generosity.

Well, then you evidently
do not know the Earl.

What harm is there in these letters?

They are sprightly.

Very sprightly.

The lady was a charming
correspondent.

But I assure you the Earl of
Dovercourt

will fail to appreciate them.

However, if you think otherwise,
it's purely a matter of business.

If you think it in the
best interests of your client

then it would indeed be foolish
to pay so large a sum of money.

You go too fast.

We would certainly make every effort

to avoid scandal in
so delicate a matter.

I felt sure that you see it
in that light.

Damn you.

Lady Eva is not a wealthy woman.

Two thousand pounds would be
total drain on her resources.

The sum you named
utterly beyond her power.

Return the letters at the price
we indicate, I assure you

it is the highest you can get.

What you say maybe true of
the lady's resources

but surely the
occasion of her marriage

is it not a proper time for
her friends and relations to make-

some little effort on her behalf?

They may hesitate as to
an acceptable wedding present.

But this little bundle of letters

would bring more joy
than all the candelabras

and butter dishes in London,
wouldn't it?

It is not possible.

Oh, dear me then.
How very unfortunate.

I cannot help feeling that ladies are
ill advised in not making an effort.

Look at this.

This belongs to...

Well perhaps it's hardly
fair to tell you

to whom it belongs
until tomorrow morning

when it will be in the hands
of the lady's husband.

And all because she will not find
a beggarly sum

which she could easily do

simply by turning some of her
diamonds into paste.

It is such a pity!

You may have noticed
a small paragraph

recently in the Morning Post.

The sudden end of the engagement

between the Honorable Miss Miles
and Colonel Dorking?

Yes, and it's tragic consequences.

That was turned to amount to murder.

How do you answer for
that, Mr. Milverton?

How a man conducts himself

under such circumstances
is a matter for himself alone.

That is a monstrous accession.

It was you and you alone
Who caused his death.

And the sum involved niggardly.

Indeed a mere twelve hundred pounds

would have settled the whole
questions. Pitiful, isn't it?

And yet I find you Mr. Holmes,
a man of sense,

boggling over terms
when the whole future

and honor of your client is at stake.
You surprise me. You do really.

The money cannot be found.

Surely it would be better for you
to take the substantial sum we offer

than to ruin this
young woman's career,

which can profit you in no way.

But you're mistaken.

An exposure would profit me
indirectly to a considerable degree.

I have eight or ten
similar cases materializing.

If it is circulated that I have made
a severe example of Lady Eva.

I'll shall find the rest much more open
to reason. Do you see my point?

Let us see the contents
of those letters.

Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes
I've been expecting you

to do something original.

This has been tried so often before.

Young Edward Kroft for one.

Kroft?

The footman Veitch

who took the bullet that
was rightfully yours.

You've done some work on me.

So you must know that
nothing ever came

of an attack on my person.
I'm armed to the teeth at all times.

And I'm perfectly prepared
to use my weapons

and knowing that the law
will support me.

You may well have your chance
to test your assumption.

Mrs. Hudson I am not to be disturbed.

Go.

Mr. Holmes, surely you don't believe

I'd be so foolish to carry
my livelihood here in my pocket?

Just making sure, Mr. Milverton.

Well, now gentlemen,

I have one or two little interviews
this evening

and it's a long drive to Hampstead.

Now someone has dealt
Milverton a blow.

An outraged husband?

Just as there are thousands
in this great city

who crave Milverton's destruction

and may yet beat us to it.

Holmes?
I'm as fond of art as any man

but don't you think after
yesterday's encounter...

Art is bond to the brain

especially in moments of decision.

So we've learned something
about Milverton.

That he's ruthless
is hardly a revelation.

And that of his vanity and to
a certain his vulnerability.

I can see that the
damage to his carriage

might have unsettled him.

We must exploit such things.

Wanton vandalism.

Any chink in the armor.

Mr. Holmes.

This is my friend
the Honorable Charlotte Miles.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes
and his partner Mr. Watson.

Lady Eva, may I speak
privately to you?

Mrs. Miles,
please accept our sympathy.

Mr. Holmes and I are fully
aware of your situation.

That is most kind of you
Doctor Watson,

but one has to live
with one's mistakes.

He was unyielding.

Now the next move requires
your delicate cooperation.

I'll do anything you say,
Mr. Holmes.

The dance in your honor?

On the 14th.

Good afternoon, Mr. Stokes?

I told you I was not to be disturbed
girl, what is it?

It's Mr. Sherlock Holmes
to see you, sir.

Oh Aggie, you've touched my heart.

Mr. Holmes?

I'm here to inform you
that my client accepts your terms.

She's acted with perspicacity.

She begs one small favor.

What is it?

That the exchange be delayed
until the 15th.

The Earl has arranged a dance
for the previous night

and she is somewhat
preoccupied with that.

The dance, yes.

So, 10 o'clock the following morning
we can do business?

Seven thousand pounds?

As agreed.

Here or at Baker Street?

Here, Baker Street.

Neutral ground perhaps.

The Diogenes club
You are a member?

May I?

Tell me, this sudden turnabout,
was it on your advice?

I could not abandon
my client to her fate.

Mr. Milverton, you are the victor.

What a divine fragrance.

My late husband and I were
something of a second family to her

so you see my concern?

This man who is blackmailing her?

Charles Augustus Milverton,
he's an arts dealer.

Yes. I've heard of him.

He's well placed to hear the gossip
and do his worst.

What view does Mr.Holmes take of it?

Well, I'm sure he has
something in mind

but he seldom confides in me
till the last minute.

Awe Holmes.

Lady Swinstead is fully primed
for the situation.

Time is running out.

Mr. Holmes.

If it is a question
of paying the money...

That will not be necessary.

You can give assurance then?

That would be unwise in me,
Lady Swinstead.

But I assure you

I will give it my best.

I shall have to be
satisfied with that then.

Mr. Holmes?

This man must be silenced.

Does she know about Milverton?
A name?

Yes, I told her.
Was that wrong of me?

Oh, Watson these bills.
They must be paid.

Oh, incidentally I managed
to secure

an invitation for us both
to the Dovercourt dance.

The house is some miles from London

but in reach for my purposes.

What purposes?

I intend to burgle
the Milverton house that night.

For heaven sakes Holmes,
think what you're doing.

Well let us look at it fairly
and clearly.

You will admit that
the cause is morally justifiable.

Yes. Technically criminal.

No more than raiding his pockets

a cause which you were perfectly
willing to help me.

That was on the spurt of the moment
not on the coal light of reason.

Reason?

Is there reasoning to be done,
Watson?

Nothing to test my brain.
That's the curse of it.

Think.

If you're caught,

an honored career ending
in failure and public disgrace.

What failure? What disgrace?
Against defeat.

You know me well enough

that I would never adopt
so objectionable a course

if another were possible
I must have those letters.

And have the house
in the palm of my hand.

The cudgel before the brain.

What of the odious Milverton?

Do you think he's just going to open
his gates and invite you to stroll in?

Milverton will be at the dance
as the guest of Lady Eva's.

That's monstrous, Holmes.

My self-respect and reputation are
at stake, it's the only way.

Well I don't like it, any of it.

You have nothing to fear.

Eva?

Mrs. Hudson,
why don't you tidy for me?

Where the hell are my shoes?

Shoes?

Yes.

Masks?

Black silk handkerchief.

I see you have a natural turn
for this sort of thing.

I wonder where I learned it.

Take the usual precautions tonight.

Hebworth.

I Will.

Enjoy your evening.

The people are at risks here, Holmes.

Yes indeed.
We leave in eight minutes.

Excuse me sir, her ladyship
would like to see you upstairs.

Harry.

That man-

is he an invited guest?

Milverton.

Yes, it's something Eva schemed.
The painting.

The old girl is probably trying to

whittle down the price
by inviting him here.

Don't worry yourself, Diana.
It's all right.

How strange-

to see you here Mr. Holmes.

Mixing business with pleasure?

There's no doubt you are.

Purely pleasure this evening,
Mr. Holmes. I assure you.

You will be keeping our appointment.

Sir.

I am expecting a visitor
in half an hour.

Sir.

Servants are playing
while the master's away.

Holmes?

That's strange.
No time to lose the door.

You made me curtail
my evening's entertainment.

I hope you prove worth it.

You couldn't have come
at a more sociable time?

Well if you couldn't, you couldn't.

If the Countess is a hard mistress,

you have a chance now
to get even with her.

Bless the girl, what
are you shivering about?

That's right.
Pull yourself together.

Now then, let's get down to business.

You save you have five letters,
which compromise-

the Countess D'Albert?

You want to sell them.
I want to buy them.

So far, so good.
So it remains to fix the price.

Of course I shall want to
examine the letters.

If they prove to be
good specimens then...

Great heavens, it is you?

A woman whose life you have ruined.

You were so very obstinate.

Paris twelve years ago.

Why did you drive me
to such extremities?

An episode long closed.

I wouldn't hurt a fly
of my own accord.

You waited for the moment when
the stakes was most worth winning.

What was I to do?

Instead you sent the letters
to my husband.

A man whose boots
I was never worthy to lace.

You broke his gallant heart.

Vial creature!

That day I came here.
I prayed, I begged you for mercy.

And you laughed in my face
as you are trying to laugh now.

Your coward heart cannot keep
you lips from trembling.

Don't imagine that you can bully me.
I'm only to raise my voice.

You will ruin no more lives.
You will wring no more hearts...

I will make allowance for
your natural anger.

Leave the room at once
and I'll say no more about it.

I will free the world
of a poisonous thing.

You've done me.

The fire.

Lady Swinstead,

you're free.

Run! Run!

Now gentlemen.

The sale of the property of Charles
A. Milverton Esquire, deceased.

Lot one, a box of miscellaneous
objects, trinkets, correspondence.

Do I hear five pounds?

Thank you, sir.

The steward from the Vetron
household, making sure.

Lot two,

bust of Athena, ancient Goddess
of wisdom, industry and war.

Now what do I have for this
fine marble statue?

Ten pounds?

Twenty?

Twenty pounds.

Thirty?

I have thirty pounds.

Fifty. I have fifty pounds, sir.

Sixty?

Eighty?

Eighty pounds.

Ninety?

Ninety pounds against you, sir.

At ninety?

One hundred pounds.

More, sir?

Sold to the gentleman over there
for one hundred pounds.

Mr. Holmes.

Bought it in an auction, Mrs. Hudson.
It cost a hundred pounds.

Why has he smashed it?

I thought there might be
something in it.

I'm more than happy
to say that I was wrong.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Why is a point of interest, Holmes.
Did the Frenchman want it?

Sentimental reasons?

Just making sure.

No, Watson.

There are certain aspects
in which I am not proud.

Please.

Bury this case.
Deep in your pocket.