All language subtitles for CBoSH S03E02 - The Eligible Bachelor x264 RB58

This is the asylum at Barnet.

The misery that must
be behind those walls.

There's no escape from
the terrors of the mind.

Indeed.

Well, another case concluded.

I needn't have left Baker Street.

An observant child could have solved it.

Good luck with the seminar, and thank
you. It's a privilege, my dear fellow.

It was a successful case after all.

And Holmes, don't be bored.

Glove in the castle. Glove.

It's so beautiful, Robert.

I never expected it to be so beautiful.

And it's really always
belonged to your family.

For about 400 or 500 years or so.

I want to see it. No, Hattie.

Why can't I see it?

My darling girl, you don't
understand. I can't just drop in at Glava.

Neither can you. You may be utterly
divine and impossibly rich, but you can't.

But why can't I?

You own it. You're Lord
St. Simon. It's your house.

It's an ancestral home,
Eddie, not just mine.

You see, it's the
servants who really live there.

Practically every one of them has spent
more of their life at Glava than I have.

And I won't have them put out.

I see.

So even when we're married, if I
want to visit, I have to send on ahead.

Yes, preferably a day or two away.

Oh, I didn't realize. Like royalty.

Will it be all right,
Robert? What, my darling?

But I mind about me, what I
am, and where I come from.

The servants, I mean, and your family.

Well, they already think of
you as being wonderfully exotic.

But I'm a miner's
daughter from a mining camp.

Pa might have been digging gold out
there, but it still makes me a miner's daughter.

Doesn't matter. Perfect
education for the country life.

You'll have the whole country
at your feet, as you have me.

What's it doing here? There's
always been some sort of zoo at Gladwyn.

I'll let a fellow who's
interested keep it going.

You know, I have a fancy that
cat's from the Americas, like you.

Perhaps he's come to welcome you.

You're wild and a beautiful thing.

Not half as wild and beautiful as you.

Water.

Water into dust.

Amelia, why don't you let
Howard give the dog to me?

No, no. She stays with me. She might get
under the horses. No wonder we got them.

Surprised!

And so have they!

Paris, did you say? What did you say?
They sent the child to Paris? What for?

To school?

Yes.

Americans do send
their daughters to Paris.

That's what I was given to understand.

I doubt it. You know, in my experience,
Paris breeds either frivolity or philosophy.

Neither a helpful companion in life.

No, I suppose not.

Well, at least the child is
not an actress. Oh, Florence!

I'm hungry.

Alice, Alice, Alice.
Now, now, Hetty. They're

your future family. They want to like you.

They want to like Lord Robert's future
bride. Stop being so silly. Oh, Alice,

but Alice, have you seen
those women? Now, Hetty Duran,

I'd like to remind you of
a certain incident which

occurred in Tompkins
Gulch not two years ago.

The bear. Alice, I was scared to death.
Ah, you faced that bear down, you did.

I couldn't move, I tell you.

You faced him down. You
believed in yourself, and you did it.

Now you get down those stairs.

My dear Henrietta, you
cannot live with Clavin.

Why not?

Because Clavin isn't fit for habitation.

But it's just perfect.

We'll soon get it round.

I say it's the most
beautiful place I've ever seen.

Don't you remember how
lovely it was when all the men

came with their scythes to
mow the hay in the park?

And the summer parties.

Every lamp in the house was lit.

And outside, the smell of
the hay in the moonlight.

You remember?

Yes, yes.

I remember.

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, my father has
run away. Please will you help me find him?

Timothy.

My cat, Boswell, is
missing. Money, no object.

I'll tell you what I actually think.

Not me. I think she's
extraordinarily pretty. That's what I think.

And I think Robert is
head over heels in love.

I agree. That's what I think.

And Bella thinks so
too, don't you, my angel?

Bella says Miss Dewan is very
nearly as pretty as she is.

Very nearly.

Dear Henrietta, you mustn't take
what Amelia says too seriously.

I didn't hear a word of all that.

Robert so deserves you, my dear.

He's been unlucky in love,
and his business... Shh!

Mary, remember. Why can't I
finish what I was going to say?

When do we dine?

Exquisite.

Exquisite.

Get off me! Come here!
Get off me! Get off me!

You've merely imagined all
these dreadful things, Austen.

It was your imagination.

This agony has been too
much for you to bear.

Mr. Oates. Yes, but tell me.

With your own mother, my blessed boy.

Everything is yours for the asking.

Just like when you were a little child.

The fit is over now.

Mother, give me the son.

Oswald, what is the matter?

Look at me. Oh, do you not know me?

The son.

The son.

No.

No.

No!

We're being watched.

I will not rehearse in front of strangers!

What are you looking for, then?

Mind your own business.

It's not Lord Roberts.

It's our damned
anniversary, isn't it? Seven years.

Your damned anniversary, not his.

You know it, he knows it, and the cat
knows it. What's the matter with you? Get out!

Go and get me another bottle. Go on.

I'm not his whore to be paid off.

He trusted me.

I'm not your whore, my lord.

No.

Come and use your whore, my lord.

You'll never have anyone
who'll do what you want like me.

Thank you.

You'll pardon me, ma'am, if I don't join
you in drinking that French Chateau wine.

I guess it's too refined for my taste.

Some would say too
civilized. I'll drink your health,

but it'll be in Samuel Markoolin's rye.

Smoky kind of whiskey.

I travel it with me all over.

How very wise, Mr. Doran. Very wise.

If one has an established
taste, why then... Just soon.

Just soon.

The wine, sir, is magnificent.

Bless you.

You know, don't you,
I've settled a considerable

amount on Hetty for when she's married.

She's very conscious of
your generosity, sir.

She's mentioned it more than once.

Sure.

Now tell me about this house of yours.

Great house.

Sad-looking, they tell me.

Hmm.

I'll accept that.

But I'm not prepared to lay out
more for the time I spend there.

Hetty has told me how beautiful it is.

I think she'd like it
to be one of her homes.

I would want to please
Hetty in any way I can.

But I'm not sure that
living at Glavin is possible.

Why not?

You've always been very frank with
me, so I'll admit something to you.

When I was much younger and
barely had a grasp of affairs,

I was very badly
advised, financially, I mean.

In what way?

I was persuaded to sell off
outlying parts of Glavine until there

wasn't enough income from the
estate to sustain the house.

Then mortgages were taken out to
repair things which left even less income.

And nobody warned you of the consequences?

I trusted my advisors.

They were my father's advisors.

When you grow up in a place
like Glavin, it seems eternal.

Sure, I see that.

I'll be off then, Miss Miller, and I
hope you'll do the same. Of course,

there's no point in you doing otherwise.
Oh, well, rid me of this troublesome woman.

Oh, you may say
you're... I do say get out.

Here, this should kick things off
for you to make you started, Glovin.

You're very generous, sir.

You look after my girl.

I'll look after your house.

The Park Club.

The Park Club.

Vincent.

Thank you, Hewitt.

Go! Go!

Remember our agreement, my
lord. This quarter's payment,

or I foreclose the mortgages.

I am to be married later
this morning, Gulliver.

The bride's father is the
richest man on the Pacific slope.

Anything she wants, he'll give
her, as long as we keep her happy.

Yes, keep her very happy, my lord.

My partners and I have
no wish to own Glavin.

Please don't force us to take it.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

Oh!

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Does that look a reproach?

No. No, I'm often up at this hour.

I don't really sleep these days.

Ah!

The scale, the scale of the chair and
the sense of the scale of the chair.

I'll leave the goddamn thing alone!

Thank you for coming, Doctor.

Why didn't you call me earlier?

Well, I didn't know what
to... Oh, dear, oh, dear.

He won't admit it, of
course, but he's not well.

I'm very worried about him.

You should have called me earlier.

But he wouldn't have it.

Do you know how masterful he is?

I didn't dare disobey him.

Holmes? Holmes?

What do you know about dreams?

Why do you ask?

Why? I'm walking through
infernal territory and you ask why?

I only meant... I don't know what I meant.

Well, there's a group in Vienna
led by a young doctor called Freud.

Psychologist, Mitwock, Gesellschaft.

Please, don't look at them.

They're merely scribbles for reference.

Does he seek to explain dreams?

To interpret them, I believe so. They're
a relationship to the life of the dreamer.

They aim to be scientific, I gather.

A science of dreams. Well, well, well.

My dream is horrible.

I'm fighting with Moriarty at the Falls.

And suddenly, I'm overwhelmed
with a sense of loss, fear.

Yes, fear.

Empty rooms. I have no sense of scale.

A huge chair which diminishes,
its upholstery torn to shreds.

I'm struggling to escape from a marsh,
a mire, a quagmire, the Grimpen Mire.

And then appears an
androgynous creature, witch-like,

hag-like, with claws,
talons, which reach out to me.

Through me.

And I'm trapped.

In a mesh of cobwebs.

And I wake.

Hmm.

Are you eating?

You sleep badly, you have bad
dreams, you sleep even worse.

I don't have bad dreams, I
have one dream more than once.

I'd like to see how you really are.

Up, please, don't stop that.

And I'll tell you something else.

I regret Moriarty's death.

Tell me, how would you describe Moriarty?

Evil.

A giant of evil. Giant, yes, quite so.

Without him, I have to
deal with distressed children

and cat owners, pygmies,
pygmies of triviality.

You see, Moriarty
combined science with evil.

Organization with
precision, vision with perception.

I know of only one
person that he misjudged.

Put away your medicines.

How was your seminar?

Lively.

There's something wrong with the
child. She's as nervous as a cat. Cat?

Oh, yes. Amelia does look curious in
a hat. I never thought of it before.

Even you were nervous as a bride. Well,
it's not that. There's something wrong.

I was about to announce, milady.

Oh, give her two or
three minutes, would you?

Very well, milady.

Get that girl for me.

Get her!

Right. Get her!

Where is your deity, Miss Miller?

In the cold gutter of
your heart, Lord Robert.

Trampled in the gutter.

Remember who I am?

I wish the child joy of you.

There's the famous Flora Miller.

She used to be a friend of Robert's,
but I don't think she likes him anymore.

I can explain everything.

It was, um... It was a long time ago.

Who are you?

She's not upstairs.

Go away.

The house has been
searched now, top to bottom.

Not a sign of Hetty anywhere, nothing.

Alice?

One of Mr. Anskeloch's is missing, sir.

Nothing else?

No, sir, not even a purse.

Thank you, Alice.

Sir.

We must call the police.

What about this woman
of yours, this actress?

Could she have anything to do with it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'll get the police.

Do you have any objection?

No.

Well, well, well.

I've told you, what you should
be doing is eating properly.

Come in.

This has come.

It is most urgent.

Mrs. Hudson, I can still see.

Are you all right, Mr. Holmes?

You know, I wish I'd
never unlocked the door.

No.

Oh, it's got a crest and a monogram.

That's an improvement. This morning's
mail was from a fishmonger and a tide waiter.

It's a fashionable epistle indeed.

My dear Sherlock Holmes, Lord
Blackwater tells me that I may

place implicit reliance upon
your judgment and discretion.

Scotland Yard is already
acting in this matter, and

there is no objection
to... It's about that Lord St.

Simon wedding.

Yes, doll, doll, doll.

Three caltrops in chief over a
fest sale. That's him, all right.

It's Lord St. Simon. He's
early. Oh, please, Watson.

I'm trying to sleep.

You know my methods.

Leave the door open.

Where is Holmes?

Mr. Holmes is indisposed, my lord.

He has entrusted the preliminaries to me.

I know his methods.

Very well.

Very well.

Apart from the... distress this has
caused me, you understand the... delicacy.

Indeed.

Indeed.

Lord Blackwater said that Mr. Holmes
has handled cases of this sort before.

Though hardly, I imagine,
from the same class of society.

He would, in fact, be descending.

Sir, Mr. Holmes' last
client of the sort was a king.

Brother Watson.

Oh, I had no idea.

Which king?

You can understand, my lord,

that he extends to the
affairs Are the clients the

same secrecy which she's
promised you in yours?

Of course.

How are we to find her, sir?
How can she have disappeared?

I must have her back.

A woman obscured.

It was after the ceremony
outside the church that

I first noticed that something was wrong.

As you came out, and not before?

No.

And as she came in?

She appeared a little apprehensive.

But she looked quite
lovely and very happy.

If I remember rightly, the
newspapers implied that Miss Miller

was drunk when she made the
scene at your front door.

As far as I could
judge, yes, it was likely.

My lord, would it be in
order to ask the nature

of your relationship with Miss Miller?

Yes, if somewhat
naive, she was my mistress.

We parted some months ago.

I was, I believe, generous.

And that is when you met Miss Doran?

Before, in fact.

Miss Miller's drinking had
already led to some scenes.

She was becoming very unreliable.

Do you think... Do you think Miss Miller
the sort of person to seek revenge on you,

beyond embarrassing you a bit?

Drink affects people unpredictably.

The chap at Scotland Yard
also believes Miss Miller

to be implicated in Hetty's disappearance.

Hadn't you better answer the door, sir?

I know, I know, Mr Holmes, but
the circumstances are odd, though.

I felt you should see this.

The woman was a lady.

No doubt about it.

There was something about her.

Compelling, I call it.

Most compelling.

Really? Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

Never mind her clothes and her veil.

It was her voice.

She was a lady.

Did you say she wore a veil? Yes, sir.

Mrs Hudson had a... faint cold fear and...

Through my veins.

Oh, sir.

Would you put a match to the fire?

Of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. Now, Lord Robert,

if I were to mention the names Maude and
Helena to you, would they mean anything?

Certainly they would.

They are the names of the two women to
whom Lord Robert was previously married.

You were married?

Forgive my French surprise, my lord.

Why didn't you tell him?

He said you wanted to sleep.

Well, I'm wide awake now.

But you're known.

Even celebrated as one of the most
eligible bachelors in the country.

I never chose to be
celebrated, Mr. Holmes.

I have always been very
contented that my marriages

be kept from the public gaze, Mr. Holmes.

Why?

They were not comfortable experiences.

Comfortable?

Painful, indeed. Painful.

That is what I said, Mr. Holmes.

They have no bearing
on the matter in hand.

Would you oblige me then by
telling me how your marriages ended?

The first ended in my wife's death.

The second, by annulment, actually.

The sea.

And the grounds of the annulment?

It was annulled, Mr. Holmes.

Watson will you fetch Mrs. Hudson?

Mrs. Hudson?

I want you to describe to me the
lady who delivered the note. Thank you.

Try sir.

No you must do more than try
Mrs. Hudson. You must succeed.

Well um she...

Look, sir.

On the other side of the street.

That's her.

Come on, son!

I despair.

What is it?

A tram ticket and an accounts book.

This just figures.

No address.

Lady Hetty gone. What of Maud and Helena?

Out of the way, Mrs. Hutchard! Oh,
Doctor! That phrase to Oscar Wilde's latest play.

Something about losing a relative.

To lose one parent may be
considered unfortunate.

That's what the mailed
lady was trying to imply.

To lose one wife.

May be considered
unfortunate, but to lose three...

Begins to look like carelessness.

Rank! Carelessness, Watson!
Quickly! Who is this woman?

I must read your notes on Lord Robert.

Oh, be reasonable, Watson. I will eat.

You're not leaving
this room. You need rest.

Rest?

Well, then you'll have to interview
Duran tomorrow morning. All right.

The science of dreams.

What is that in undiscovered language?

Like our ancestors thought of them.

Prophetic.

Yes, you may look.

Pre-Cognizance.

This little book, we
must wait until it dries.

The Woman with the Veil.

She must be found.

I don't know.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

Inspector Montgomery, I
wonder if you could identify this.

I understand the young lady was wearing
her wedding dress when she left the house.

Yes, that's Hedy's wedding dress.

I'm grateful you expected your time.
Not at all. I'm told a visit to Mr.

Holmes is always
entertaining, if nothing else.

Leamington Spa?

What's Lestrade doing at Leamington Spa?

Taking the waters. Well, I'm
sorry to see you laid up, Mr. Holmes.

Must cramp your style no end.

Never mind.

We've not been idle.

I've arrested Miss Flora
Miller for questioning.

Miss Miller's playing a
leading role in the West End.

Why?

Flora Miller was seen at the wedding.

Then she came looking for the
victim. She attacked Lord Robert,

and then she was seen with Mr. Rann
shortly after she left her house,

but she'll tell us nothing about it.

Nothing.

And there's this, Mr. Holmes.

You know where to come as soon
as you can. I will wait all day.

And it's signed F.M.

Fairly conclusive, wouldn't
you say? Where'd you find this?

In the pocket of the wedding dress.
You're looking at the wrong side.

I know what's on the other side.
Excuse me, what is your name? Montgomery.

Inspector.

Ah, an inspector.

I just want my hotel bill. Rooms,
eight shillings. Breakfast, two and six.

Cocktails, a shilling. Luncheon, two
and six. A glass of sherry, eight pence.

I have looked at that.
There's nothing in it.

I know very few hotels that would dare to
charge eight pence for a glass of sherry.

However, Inspector, I would like
to interview, please, Miss Miller.

You're welcome, sir.

Good day, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson. Inspector. Oh, and good luck.

Good luck to you.

The thought had me strayed.

Loose. Big Leamington's spire. I
do hope his wife went with him.

I need your hip flask
and a small bottle of gin.

Gin?

That hotel bill.

The message.

It must have been passed
somehow to Miss Duran in the church.

Question one, how?

Question two, by who?

Clearly, by the person she went to
meet. The initials, FM? I wonder.

Mr. Holmes, the evidence is looking
increasingly good. Against Miss Miller?

I now have this gentleman's evidence.

May I introduce Mr. George
Tidy? How do you do, sir?

He's the senior porter at the Park Club.

He's prepared to testify that Miss
Miller took a shot with a pistol at Lord St.

Simon on the night before his wedding.

If true, it's most intriguing.

Oh, it's true, all right.
Oh, it's true, all right.

Mr. Tidy has the proof.

The bullet.

There.

A pocket gun, wouldn't you say? But
not Miss Miller's. Not Miss Miller's?

No, certainly not.

The gun has yet to be invented that
can shoot round corners, Inspector.

Someone took a shot at
him. Of course they did.

Now, Mr. Tidy, who do you
think attempted this murder?

I've no idea, sir.

But there were several other people about.

But I noticed that the door of
his lordship's carriage banged.

At the same time as the gun went off.

But what really alerted me was
the chips coming out of the stone.

Well, naturally, after that I had to turn.

And there she was. Miss Miller,
I mean. Staring at me. Furious.

And so you thought it
was she who had fired

the shot. Very
natural. However, it was not.

Person or persons unknown.

And who the devil are you? Miss Miller?

I am acutely aware that
you should not be here.

I'm glad to hear it.

I am Sherlock Holmes. At your service.

The only service you could do
me is to be carrying a bottle.

Well, well.

What an extraordinarily civilized
citizen you turn out to be, then.

I am here to investigate the
disappearance of Lady St. Simon.

The child simply had the common sense to
see what she was letting herself in for.

And what was she letting herself in for?

A life with Lord Robert St. Simon.

Can you describe what that might entail?

I tell the child all about it.

It's been a long day.

I was very tired.

God knows what I said to her.

I don't remember.

Dear Mr. Holmes, I, Agnes
Northcott, being of sound mind and body.

You observed Miss Hetty
Duran leave the house.

You introduced yourself to her.

You walked together in the park.

You warned her against Lord St. Simon.

Yes.

Did she try to defend St. Simon to you?

No.

Not at all?

All she said was, thank you.

That has decided me.

Ah, go on.

You took her back to the theater
and sent out for some clothes.

Yes.

Had she money with her?

No, I bought the clothes and I
gave her a couple of sovereigns.

That was very good of you.

Not at all.

She told me her father would reimburse
it all. She wrote a note to him for me.

Ah, a note.

Now, can you tell me anything about
Lord St. Simon's previous marriages?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing! I live for the present,
and nothing else is a waste of time!

You know nothing about
his first wife's death?

Nothing.

The second marriage was
annulled. Do you know why? No.

Anonment usually takes place when
there is unfitness in one of the partners.

Do you know what that might be?

No.

No?

Nothing?

You're not prepared to discuss anything?

No.

May I ask why?

No.

But any man should be worthy of such love.

Is it passion?

Fear?

Oh, I see, Miss Miller.

It's both. I promise you,

I shall do my best to see that you are
released from this nonsensical confinement.

Miss Miller.

I'll do it!

This is nearly ready.

You know, the disappearance of Doran's
daughter ought to be a simple matter.

It should solve itself
without further assistance.

Well, what about Lord Robert? What has
he done to warrant three avenging angels?

Witches.

Witches?

Well... a woman obscured.

Perhaps time is shaped.

We cannot dream the future.

Well, maybe the future is all around us.

I'm ready.

Coming.

It's a pity there's so little in this.

Just a few figures and initials.

No doubt you'll find more.

Oh, look.

It's like the delicate membranes of a
butterfly. Or the poor woman's destitute.

Destitute. Ah, there's rage on this page.

Look how she's torn
the paper with the nib.

What have we here?

A thread.

A seamstress.

Lace maker.

Web maker.

Ah, she reads.

Bronte, Jane Austen and Sophocles.

Come in.

The woman with the veil. She's back.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Yes, I am here. We've met before.

I am Agnes Northcott.

Miss Northcott.

What are you to say to me?

Before I can tell you that, I must
know your connection with Lord St. Simon.

None. Watson?

We are investigating
his wife's disappearance.

He must not find her.

Such an edict requires
justification, ma'am.

No woman with a fortune is
safe from him, believe me.

Believe me. Really? Well,
I am afraid I am burdened

with a rational turn
of mind. I need proofs.

Well, Miss Northcote, I need proofs.

I have no proofs.

Only my conviction and
experiences, not just my own.

Conviction? Well, that's a
luxury that I have almost forgotten.

You clearly have much to tell
us, Miss Northcote. Please.

Please sit down.

I have.

About my sister?

Shall I tell you what happened to her?

That is why I came.

Helena was more alive
than anyone I've ever met.

She had her fortune.

She was in charge of her
fate, as few women are,

until she met Lord Roberts and Simon.

He destroyed her.

He took her fortune. He
married her. And he destroyed her!

How?

He had her committed to a madhouse.

It required only the signature of
two doctors, and the deed was done.

When was this?

It could not happen
today. We have the lunacy act.

Oh, could it not?

Well, that's as may be.

But the act came too late for my sister.

And when the Lunacy Act became
enforced, he still had her put away.

People can't just be put away.

They can if your uncle is a duke,
if you're handsome and plausible.

Under the terms of your precious act,

I demanded that conditions of
her confinement were inspected.

And so they were.

A small but learned committee went
to Glavin eventually. Robert! Robert!

Knowing what they wanted to
find, and of course they found it,

charmed by the compassion of
Lord Robert, who had kept his wife,

a profoundly depressed person,
once beautiful, now sadly distracted,

in conditions that can only be
wondered at for their cleanliness,

their orderliness, their
quality of nursing, and so on.

Only one thing was amiss.

It was not my sister.

Helena was not mad.

It was not her.

He'd hired someone.

Flora Miller.

Robert!

It was not my sister.

It was not her.

And where is she now?

I went to Gloven myself.

I had to find the
truth. My reward was this.

Miss Northcote, did
you discover the truth?

I didn't know how to.

I was blind with anger and grief.

I have no recollection
of even how I got there.

I only know that I found
myself one day walking

through the gates of that cursed place.

I was left in part of the
wood where the animals are kept.

So it might look as
though I had been attacked

by one of them after
ignoring notices not to.

I was found by some
cottagers and kept alive.

I would have begged you to find out
whether my sister was alive or not.

I live only a half-life of not knowing.

Nothing seems to break
the grey circle I live in.

Nothing I do.

Nothing?

I walk the streets at night.

Am I looking for danger?

Sometimes... I think I'm
asking the world to hurt me.

So I can feel alive.

What else may I have dreamt?

The laundry.

Miss Northcote, will you
satisfy me upon one point?

If I can. Your meanderings.

Nocturnal meandering, did they
ever take you past the park club?

Lord St.

Simon was shot at on the
night before his wedding.

That was you.

Couldn't bear to see
another life destroyed.

Lord Robert's wife,
first wife, was murdered.

Murdered?

She also had a fortune.
She was robbed and killed

shortly after their
honeymoon in France. By who?

A man called Thomas
Floutier. Was he convicted?

Yes, but he escaped.

Where do you think he is?

And where is he now?

Any idea?

Glavin.

No, I don't know. I don't know.

I have no proof.

Just the strength of your convictions.

Yes.

Miss Northcote, I'm
afraid the sound of your shot

never reached the ears
of our noble bachelor,

the thrice-married Lord St. Simon.

I cannot expect you to
understand how much I envy you.

The delight it must be to
face an opponent of some worth.

Hudson!

Is he really going to help?

Oh, yes. He already is.

Oh, yes.

I was in the church.
Weren't we, my sweetness?

I smuggled Bella in.
She was as good as gold.

Did anything occur?

Oh, nothing occurred out of the ordinary.

I assure you.

Please, try to remember.

Oh, yes. Sweet little Hetty
dropped her bouquet, you know,

and had it picked up for her.

Dropped her bouquet?

He was quite an oddity, the
one that picked it up, I mean.

One of the Duans, I suppose.
He looked American at any rate.

Thank you.

Ewart!

You don't, I suppose, have
another heiress up your sleeve?

The newspapers, you see,
reported a scene of disgusting

vulgarity on your
father-in-law's doorsteps.

I wondered how do you explain that to him?

Doran doesn't think me an innocent.

He accepted my story.

It was clear to everyone
that Miss Miller was drunk.

I managed to obtain from my
partners a temporary stay of execution.

That's all.

A day or two.

We must have proof.

Proof of what, for God's sake?

Proof that the Californian goose remains
willing to lay its golden eggs at Glavin.

That's all.

Nothing must jeopardize that.

No. Nothing. No, of course not.

What about Miss Miller?

Is she capable of a scene like that?

What else is she capable of?

I hope she's nothing else to reveal.

Trust me.

Not an inch, my lord.

I've just discovered that a certain
Mr. Francis Hay-Moulton is in room 26.

An American gentleman whose
wife only joined him yesterday.

His initials are... F.H.M.F.M.

Excuse me one moment, please.

Now, can I assist you, sir? How much is
a glass of sherry? That would be eight.

Thank you.

I personally promise Mr. Moulton
that you will both be free to return to

California. It will be as if your
wife had never entered that church.

How did you find us? That is
unimportant. If I may give you my opinion,

I think there's been a
little too much secrecy already.

May I speak to Mrs. Moulton? Not
before you tell me who the devil you are.

We've engaged one old Sir
Simon to find his wife.

Mr. Knowlton, her father will
take it very hard, I think,

that she did not communicate with him.

But she did, damn it.

She did. Yes, the note for Flora
Miller. He will receive that by now.

Good.

Her father never approved of me.

Oh, really?

You see, up in the Gulf... Surely
these are explanations for her father.

You made criticism of Henrietta's
duties towards her father. You hear me out.

I promised old man
Duran I'd go away and not

trouble Henrietta until I'd made my way.

But we got married in
secret before I went.

Then I was reported dead
up in the high northwest.

So Henrietta told them then
about our secret marriage.

He sent someone out to check
I was dead, like they said.

That man never found me.

So Henrietta...

Gave me up for dead.

And so, Mr. Francis Hay Moulton,
presumably you have made your way.

I'm in hotels, sir.

Hotels?

Really?

Really?

How much do you charge
for a glass of sherry?

The same as this hotel. Eight pence.

Laura! My darling.

It's too late, Robin.

I told the child everything.

Anyway, Lord St. Simon may as well
have saved his money from employing you.

Why do you say that? Because
Henrietta has gone to see him.

I wish she had not done that!

I never hated my darling.

Where have you been?

Where did you disappear to?

Where is she?

Where's your wife?

You're my wife. I don't know what
I am anymore. What are you saying?

Robert, why didn't you
tell me? Tell you what?

Everything.

Everything about your wives.

It's the past.

Unimportant. I don't
want to relive the past.

The past is dead. You, you are the future.

Where is she? Who? Your
wife. I have only you.

My darling, the marriage was annulled.

Have you been talking to Flora Miller?

I know you have.

Oh, my darling, I beg you not to
listen to that woman. She is a drunk.

She has no sense of decency or truth left.

Where is Lady Helena
now? How should I know?

Be careful.

Do you care for her, Robert? What?

I pay for her care.

Seeing her is too painful.

The poor creature is
afflicted with self-persecution

and extraordinary
delusions every time I appear.

The authorities have
asked me not to go anymore.

The authorities.

Is she alive, Robert?

What do you say?

I believe Flora Miller. I believe what
she told me, and it makes me ill to think it.

And I thought she was a drunk, just
another drunk, that it didn't mean anything.

You took Lady Helena away from a private
hospital. You took her away. Where is she,

Robert? If you brought
her here, where is she?

Please, Robert! No, goddammit! Oh, God.

What does it matter?

Why did the murder of your
first wife escape, Robert?

Why did the murder of
your first wife escape?

Where to?

Do you have a servant here,
Robert? Is his name Thomas Floatyhead?

What are you making me do?

When?

Well, I'll let you go.
Hetty, Hetty, what I did,

I did for you. With
you, the world's changed.

Hetty, Hetty, you must
believe me. Say you believe me!

Never!

Not this side of hell!

That's it.

Yes.

Thomas Flottier is the
man who works for me here.

Amongst other things, he looks
after the needs of Lady Helena.

It may give you some
satisfaction to know that your stubbornness

will be the inevitable
cause of her death now.

Yours too, of course.

Flottier will arrange an accident for you.

And after I've sort of
buried her mourning, I'll leave.

And you think Pa would let you
just walk off with my money?

You can't argue with the law.

You're my wife.

No, I'm not.

What do you think happened
to me in the church, Robert?

When I dropped my bouquet, I
saw the man I married. A ghost.

I thought he was dead.

With my husband.

Empty rooms.

Thomas Flodier.

Watson, take care of her.

Ow!

He, he, he, he, he,
he, he, he, he, he, he.

Oh, oh.

Oh, I've waited.

Oh, I've cried again and again
in the darkness for this moment.

Who are you?

Emissaries of your sister Agnes.

Tell me, how did you do it?

I spent seven long years ensuring
the chapel's utter instability.

Any attempt I made at escape was thwarted.

So I recreated the entrance,
brick by brick, timber by timber.

I made a science of instability.

And I succeeded.

Seven years.

It was unique in my
experience to have served

the sentence before committing the crime.

Nurse.

And so it was that we
discovered the true mistress of Glavin,

a woman so far from madness who had
survived so triumphantly, triumphantly,

survived seven years of
captivity that Holmes was pleased to

call her one of the finest
minds he had ever encountered.

With meeting her, I believe
Holmes solved the riddle of his dream.

It only troubles him now,

insofar as he cannot deny the
possibility that it was prophetic

that the new owner of Glavin was
none other than Lady Helena St. Simon.

Lady Helena wisely decided to sell
it and redeem the mortgages upon it.

I cannot conceive of a happier
prospect than to imagine Glavin restored

for the enjoyment of the
Moultons and their future family.

How dare you?

How dare you make a record of this
case? Oh, a record? Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm merely answering an
invitation to another seminar.

We'll be quick. We leave in an hour.

What for? For heaven's
sake, Watson, the performance.