01x06 - Sound Connections

[bunniefuu]

You'll be moving to the
ambassador's household

as chaperone to his daughter.

Clara is our best
connection to the thread,

but she was released
in exchange for keys.

But keys to what?

And your position in the
ambassador's household

increases our reach.

Took me 14 months to escape

and change my name
to Michael Wiley.

Since my father had not found
me, I resolved to find him.

Professor James Moriarty
was not teaching mathematics

but is the master of
a vast criminal empire

and sentenced to prison.

Where he insists you visit him.

Men believe they
control the world,

but we will control them.

One step forward.
[Emma screams]

I can't get the sight
of Emma out of my head.

Dad and Lady Violet
seems so indifferent.

Be careful little girl.

Like the lion in the jungle,

we did not turn the
world into an empire

without very sharp claws.

[Amelia] Help!

[g*n fires]

[dramatic music]

What else do you think you are?

Issuing orders on my property.

I forbid you to keep important
members of London society

from taking their own carriages.

I apologize, Lady Violet.

But a man has been shot,

and there was an
attempted kidnapping.

How ridiculous.

Why would anyone abduct
a foreign chaperone?

How much inconvenience
must we endure

over some quarrel
between servants?

Chief inspector.

Pardon my interruption,
Lady Violet.

One moment, my lady.

Mr. Holmes.

You are, of course in charge,

and I may only offer my advice,

but under no circumstances

should you let any of
these carriages go.

Mr. Holmes consider, no one
attending the ball could.

No, no, no, no, no.

Forget the guests.

A coachman, now deceased,

kidnapped the American
ambassador's daughter.

A coachman now deceased was
part of the m*rder suicide

at Lord Withersea's
Richmond estate

and a coachman now deceased
was just shot to death

in the middle of committing
another heinous crime.

Surely you would not
suggest a conspiracy.

I suggest nothing.

I point out the obvious.

Two dead coachmen
could be a coincidence.

Three is a pattern.

Do not let any of
these drivers depart

without questioning
them closely.

Dammit, Holmes, who would bother

kidnapping an ordinary maid?

She's not just an ordinary maid.

She's.

She is the chaperone
to the daughter

of the American ambassador.

Who've suffered a
theft of 50,000 pounds

worth of jewelry
stolen by a coachman.

You've guessed it, now deceased.

Yes.

Thank you Bertie.

Now I must soon leave if I,

I might make one more suggestion

about what to do
with the k*ller.

[dramatic music]

I don't know how to thank you.

Oh, Mr. Holmes must
be given the credit.

He stopped the coach
with his own body.

Very daring.

Are you all right?

I think so.

It's just, I've fired
my weapon many times,

but I've never
k*lled anyone before.

I understand better
than you think.

Well, I would like to thank you.

I'm not sure how
that's done in London.

I hardly dare ask, but are
you free for dinner tomorrow?

If my employers let me,
then I'd love to join you.

Pardon me sir.

You must accompany these men

while we satisfy ourselves in
the details of this sh**ting.

Might I suggest the young man
be held in New Gate Prison

until you can
question him properly?

Excellent idea.

All right men, see that he
gets there in good order.

But I save Amelia and you're
having me taken to prison?

You'll be free by
tomorrow afternoon.

In the meantime, you could
always visit your father.

Another button from
Watson's waistcoat

found on the floor
of the carriage

used in your
attempted abduction.

But whose carriage was it?

No one claims it, nor
recognizes the driver,

nor even noticed the
other fellow who escaped.

So the police have agreed
to take the vehicle

to an associate of mine

who specializes
in such problems.

How are you holding up?

Me?

I'm furious.

Lady Violet just tried
to have me kidnapped.

Yes, she was certainly involved.

Her butler would never
have denied you entry

without her orders

and this bench on which
your was seated outside.

Though situated on gravel,
it has mud and ivy,

hedera helix, if I'm
not very much mistaken,

clinging to its frame, proving
it was very recently moved

from the garden probably
to its present position

near the front door just
so you could sit on it.

Right, I'd like to
go find Lady Violet

and punch her in
her stupid face.

Right in that case,
we should leave.

Scotland Yard will be here
for the next few hours

and I have contrived
to have Bertie,

that is Mr. Birtwistle, add
our inquiries to his own

so that my hand in these
affairs remains invisible.

Now he will report what
he learns of the coachman

to you tomorrow at the
ambassador's house.

He already has a
midday appointment.

In the meantime, we now have,
if anything, too many clues.

[Amelia] I have one
more to add to the list.

Ah, poor Emma,

who will no longer be
requiring her debutante ball.

Is it possible Lady Violet
arranged this young girl's death

just to open up a date for
Clara Anderson's debut?

Yeah, that's what happened.

Clara's ball will take
the place of Emma's.

Let's forget about Lady
Violet for the moment.

Do you recall any distinguishing
feature of this driver

who tried to kidnap you?

He had an accent that
I didn't recognize.

Could you give it a try?

Help.

Help me, in the,
for the love of God.

Much haste, chaste, much haste,

much haste.
-South Africa?

[Amelia laughs]

I said it was rather good.

Thanks.

So not only do we have
three dead coachmen,

they all hailed from
three different countries.

What about this other fellow
who tried to kidnap you

and jumped off the
carriage and ran away?

Mm, he took me
completely by surprise.

I didn't see him or hear him.

Can we go back to
Lady Violet please?

This jade handled knife
left in mama's body.

It came from the set
of weapons on display

in Lady Violet's parlor.

She's responsible
for Emma's death.

She tried to have me kidnapped.

And there's more.

It pertains to motive in an
important aspect of this case.

Of the many mechanical designs

stolen after your
mother's m*rder,

I'm convinced one
was a blueprint

for a fearsome weapon of w*r.

[gentle music]

How do you know that?

You said you never met her.

Well, I did.

But you said that her
name meant nothing.

When we first spoke, you
referred to her as Lucia

and when in London,

she called herself Little Dove.

Look.

Amelia.

Look here.

See there?

That's me.

And next to me, the woman
I had been asked to escort.

[Amelia] Lady Violet?

The daughter of the
Duke of Somerset,

for whom I'd done a small favor.

Yes, Buffalo Bill's
Wild West Show,

really was the theatrical
event of the century.

And after this
command performance,

there was a garden party.

It's where the presentations
of sharp sh**ting,

Roman riding, hog tying,

all of which I found
completely exhausting.

And so I escaped,

and I wandered into a tent,

displaying the most
amazing part of the show.

I guess for me, nothing exceeded

the genius of the scenery,

all designed by the most
unlikely person on earth.

[Amelia] Mama.

As you say.

[curious music]

These are not mere
theatrical backdrops.

These are feats of
modern engineering.

Is there any chance I
could meet their creator?

That would be me.

Oh, are these are your designs?

Well, they're remarkable.

Where did you learn these
construction techniques?

My grandfather was
a military engineer.

Ah.

Lacking any male descendants,

he imparted his skills to me.

The blending of machinery
and art is my own innovation,

Mr. Holmes, made necessary
by our show's epic scale.

[Holmes laughs]

Now you have me
at a disadvantage.

You know my name?

Who in London would not?

Well very true,

but, you know, your name
should be equally celebrated.

I'm Little Dove of
the Apache tribe,

though I now reside in a
state called California.

In addition to the show,

will you be treating us
through a travelogue?

[Lady Violet laughs]

There you are, Lady Violet.

I was just admiring
the handiwork

of our scenic
designer, Little Dove.

What an ordeal it must be

to imagine backdrops
commemorating the defeats

of America's native tribes.

You must have arrived
after the reenactment

of Little Bighorn.

But I thank you for
acknowledging the attempts

at annihilating my people.

And so well spoken
too, isn't she?

Why you are a marvel
of the savage West.

I can't wait to tell my
friends all about you.

Don't linger here.

The festivities are winding down

and her majesty will need us
in our seats before sundown.

I will join you at
the table in a moment.

Thank you.

[Lady Violet] As you wish.

I must apologize for the
dullness of court customs.

May I?

Oh, of course.

Ingenious, really.

Do you have any more of these?

I do.

This invention I call the
mechanical earth mover

to clear land for cultivation

or powering the earth
mover using liquid gas.

Liquid gas.

That's a contradiction
in terms, surely.

Oh.

I never thought of it like that.

What's this one?

A cannon mounted atop
an armored vehicle,

entirely covered in metal
and driven from within,

capable of moving through
difficult terrain,

while remaining on the offensive

and also able to withstand
direct hits from any r*fle.

England's current
Secretary of w*r

just happens to be the
father of Lady Violet,

that rather
patronizing young lady

to whom I introduced to you

at the command
performance of the show.

Her majesty's government
would want to control

a weapon such as this.

So Lady Violet knew
this weapon existed

and my mother designed it?

Wait.

No, don't say another word

until you've explained why
you denied knowing my mother.

What proofs did you offer?

A portrait you might
have drawn of a passerby,

a letter on the back
of a photograph?

You referred to
her as Lucia Rojas.

And I had only ever
known her as Little Dove.

You see, Amelia, over the
years I have been mobbed

by pretenders posing as
my children, my siblings,

and other distant relatives,

some of whom presented far
more compelling evidence

than I have thus
far seen from you.

To be brutally frank, you cannot
even verify beyond question

that you are indeed
the real Amelia Rojas

and not just some
clever imposter.

So then why bother
with me at all?

Because I was able
to corroborate

the story of Lucia's m*rder.

And having come to know you,

I would rather err on the side
of good faith than suspicion.

But as to who I am?

I am in want of facts, Amelia.

I do not draw conclusions based
on my feelings or my hopes.

Right.

You never guess.

So you shared this story with me

because these weapon designs

give Lady Violet a motive
from murdering my mother.

Exactly.

In two decades,
this weapon has gone

from theoretical to
possibly indispensable.

It could determine the outcome
of a battle or even a w*r,

which of course, makes
it enormously valuable.

But what do these
designs have to do

with the ambassador's
missing jewels

and to Emma's death

or to your kidnapped friends?

It's not I with the red thread

that binds these
crimes together,

and now we know how the
thread communicates.

But how do we get
them to talk to us?

I may have a partial
solution to that,

but first, you must return
to the ambassador's residence

to meet Bertie Birtwistle,
and I must pay another visit

to Professor Moriarty to
see how he's getting on

with his son and return to a
very special carriage shop.

And before tomorrow is done,

I too must be kidnapped.

[dramatic music]

I'm sure her hair could benefit

from some serious
professional attention

and of course she'll
require a gown.

If she can't wear white,

someone might mistake
her for a lady.

That's very unlikely.

Clara will have a dress that
can be refitted for her.

Well, if you want Amelia at
your own daughter's ball,

it will be remarkable
for the guests

to witness in person
this quaint custom

of Americans sticking together,

despite vast social differences.

Maybe it's a preview
of the future,

where notions of class
are based on character

and good breeding only
refers to horses and dogs.

Then you would no longer
need cross the ocean

in search of noble husbands.

Yet, while aristocracy
still matters,

I've arranged a special
guest for Clara's debut.

Oh, and who might that be?

Lord Robert Arthur
Tolbert Gasgoin Sessle,

third marquis of Salisbury

and the current prime minister
of her majesty's government.

Oh, how wonderful!

Lord Salisbury's the most
famous man in the world.

Now everyone will
come to my ball.

You are as ever fixated
on the wrong things.

A practice which caused
me years of suffering

directly attributable
to your neglect.

You disobeyed me!

Whilst I was away on business,

you went truant from your
school, ignoring the young woman

who I had hired to care for you.

That woman was a drunk!

Intoxicated from
morning till night,

incapable of looking
after herself,

much less a child of nine.

Men must work.

I had both my profession
as a mathematician

and my greater
enterprise to maintain

Greater enterprise?

Well, by which you mean the
exploitation of human weakness

through opium dens, gambling,
and houses of ill repute,

run by men for whom
loyalty is a vice

best remedied by greed?

Profit, not morality, is
a pursuit of business.

Well, what a heartwarming chat.

I'm sure Inspector
Bullivant will be calling

and we need to get Dan
back into his own cell.

Silence!

I have waited 15 years to
lay eyes on my son again.

And in the lengthy
period of my absence,

he seems to have fallen victim
to the perils of idealism.

Idealism or hope
for a better world?

The same hope that sees me
saving a small sum of my salary

every month to
appeal your sentence.

What?

I beg your pardon, an appeal?

Are you as foolish
as you are naive?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

An appeal would bring
a heightened scrutiny

to your father's
various intrigues.

This is so, father.

Oh, you've not already made
enough money to live comfortably

for the rest of your life.

It's not about the money.

Well, it's a bit
about the money.

There's quite a lot
about the money.

Do you seriously suppose

that I could be held
here against my will?

I endure prison for another
year and two months,

after which I received
my parole license

and go free with
no further obstacle

to my endeavors.

And yet again, you
choose a life of crime.

A life of crime
over your family.

That is unfair!

I spent a fortune searching
for you everywhere!

And yet you failed.

Since I'm not cause enough

for you to desire freedom,
I better leave to go.

[tense music]

We can regain our family, boy.

You need merely to
return here for visits.

I will not return,

except to escort you
from this wretched place.

And since you would rather stay,

I ask again to be excused.

I cannot believe you are my son.

Feel free to continue
to ignore me.

I'll return the favor.

[tense music]

Is it possible he failed to
inherit any of my abilities?

Perhaps he prefers
to employ his talents

to improve the world.

Improve?

We are the greatest
empire in history.

Whatever alters the status
quo will always be worse

than what came before.

Therefore, it's
imperative that we change

as little as possible.

Another good reason to
fight the red thread,

which would upend the
world as we know it.

By kidnapping your former maid?

What nonsense, why would
they not just k*ll you?

Hmm.

How goes your own
struggle with the thread?

They have slowed their
advance into my territory.

Perhaps one day,
they could go back

to hiding from me
instead of them.

Oh, it will be a relief to
resume our former animosity.

Until then, I must ask
you for another favor.

Oh, my favors do not come free.

Whatever your former maid knows,

Dan k*lled an agent of
the thread to save her.

I demand he be protected
from retaliation.

I'll do what I can.

Perhaps you should not take

Dan's harsh words
so much to heart.

Your consolation is worse even
in our temporary alliance.

Instead of your loathsome pity,

ask your favor,
whatever it may be.

[dramatic music]

[Cleaner] Thank you very
much for helping me out.

Oh, do you want the chicken
or a block of cheese?

They're both a day
from going off.

Um, I'll have whatever
you don't want.

Ooh, cheese it is then.

Aye, don't worry
about that fireplace.

I don't mind lending it ends
till they get more staff.

But we hate chimney sweeps, eh?

[cleaner chuckles]

[curious music]

Are you comin' or what?

See, the cheese is good.

No mold in it at all.

We'll take our main meal
tonight for a change.

Oh, I'm going out this evening.

Oh, what a life you lead.

ba*ls and kidnappings
and now dinners?

Where is it, this dinner?

And who's paying the freight?

One moment.

That terrible insurance
investigator's back.

I don't want him
bothering Clara.

What an ornery little man he is.

[door creaks]

How quickly you rise.

Only in England could
trading one servant's job

for another be
considered a promotion.

Nonsense.

You're better settled
than my own children.

And despite appearances,

we both know you
still work for Hirons.

Did you find anything out from
the coachman after we left?

I did.

There were two sullen
drivers from New Zealand.

One working for no
less a personage

than the Duke of Leicester,

owner of the world's
largest shipyard.

Though his company's
fallen on hard times.

The other driver was employed
by Saint Nigel Parks,

a broker who suffered staggering
losses during the panic.

So men like Lord Withersea
titled without cash,

both of whom might
have been interested

in sharing the proceeds
from Ms. Anderson's jewels.

One would have to sell the
gems to split the money.

A fence would pay about


So very little to be
shared among so many.

[tense music]

The insurance company has to
pay the ambassador in full.

Unless I find the jewels
by tomorrow afternoon,

the ambassador collects


equal to his losses in
the railroad bank robsy.

Excuse me, Amelia,

is there a reason you
delay Mr. Birtwistle

from our appointment?

I beg your pardon, sir.

I was just trying to talk him

out of questioning Clara again.

Yeah, Mr. Ambassador, if the
girl were any more protective

of your daughter, she'd
be one of your Pinkertons.

Delay is a familiar tactic
of insurance companies

or so I hear.

This way, sir, if you please.

[tense music]

[Amelia sighs]

[curious music]

It's not unreasonable,
Ambassador Anderson,

especially considering
the vast sum involved,

that I be allowed to interview
everyone at least twice.

Nevertheless, I
demand all inquiries

for my family come through me.

And now, I believe if you
cannot find the jewels,

it is time to
arrange restitution.

Or shall I call my
American lawyers?

[door creaks]

Oh no, such a mess.

I'm sorry, I came in
to see if the room

needed straightening and.

These buttons go up the
side of my new frock.

Let's not lose any of them.

What happened here, I wonder?

Can't tell you
everything Mr. Holmes,

but this carriage that was
used to kidnap your maid,

this is a, it's
new construction,

not built to last the ages.

I guess it wouldn't
stick out on the streets,

but I've not seen
their like before.

Even if this carriage
displays inferior workmanship,

the lamps and the
outside door handles

are perfectly shaped
and exactly alike.

Now would that not
indicate the use of a mold?

And would one create molds

for a single
carriage or even two?

Bless me, sir,
but you are right.

Still, who would want a
fleet of carriages like this

with no carriages on the inside.

I believe we'll find
its legitimate purpose

was as an ambulance
for the patients

of the Green and Crest Asylum
for the criminally insane.

But these carriages could
serve in other capacities.

Now is this a false button?

It is added after manufacture?

Part of the original design.

This is fantastical.

Surely they didn't mean for
me to see this, did they?

They?

Who were they?

A criminal consortium
of unrivaled malice.

I must stop them, Clarence.

And you must help me.

Tomorrow night, in fact,
perhaps the following morning.

Shall we say 20 pounds?





Is that dangerous?

I don't know, Mr. Holmes.

For Queen and country, Clarence.

Good, thank you.

I'll send my men sure
around with directions.

Oh and Clarence?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

Be on your guard,

especially around any
coachmen you might see.

[townsfolk laugh and
chat indistinctly]

[horse clops]

[Holmes grunts]

[dramatic music]

[Dan] Before we have dinner,

I thought you
might be interested

in a project I've
been working on.

But first let's talk
about yesterday.

Did anyone discover why the
driver tried to kidnap you?

No idea.

And there was another man
involved who got away,

which is curious.

Honestly, I think men
are only interested in me

because I work for Mr. Holmes.

That may be how we first met,

but I think we've
moved past that.

Have we not?

Well, saving someone's
life changes things a bit.

This is a club I
joined recently,

made up of men and
women working to obtain

the vote for all adult
citizens of the British Empire,

including ladies who have never
had a voice in government.

Careful Mr. Wiley.

You don't understand
as if you're holding

a guillotine to pick a dilly.

Besides one cannot decapitate
the entire upper class

and the gentry accomplices.

That has been tried.

Pay no attention to heir Burn.

Our club offers a
peaceful alternative

to violence and revolution.

I only want the right to vote.

Once we have universal suffrage,

I know righteousness
will prevail.

How good to see you all again.

We begin this evening
by announcing,

our petition for
universal suffrage

has reached the prime minister

with nearly 50,000 signatures.

[crowd claps]

To celebrate, I shall read
our petition out loud.

Given the major improvements
to Birmingham's welfare.

We humbly request the expansion

of home rule to
encompass every city,

county, and colony of
her majesty's empire.

Tell me, Jeremy,

what do you make of
this petition's request?

Me, prime minister?

Well, I know it'll be the
devil to make six copies of it.

But what about
extending home rule?

Oh sir, that, that could
never pass parliament.

[prime minister chuckles]

Congratulations, Jeremy,
on twice refusing

to answer the question.

That shows great promise.

Thank you prime Minister.

Ah, let us see who signed
this damnable appeal.

I suspect it's the usual
Fabians and rabble rousers, eh?

Lord Salisbury.

Sir, excuse me, but
were you expecting

a large rug to be brought
here this evening?

I had a request from
a boy this afternoon,

suggesting just such delivery.

This way.

[Holmes grunts]

Ah, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Welcome and meet my private
secretary, Mr. Jeremy Stevens.

Otherwise, we're quite
alone as requested.

Thank you Prime Minister.

It's an honor to
meet you Mr. Stevens.

Just, just a moment.

You'll inform the professor
of my profound irritation

and the roughness with which
his favor was ex*cuted.

Now get out!

Just be glad I have
no time to pursue you.

Go on!

Thank you, prime minister.

I thank you for making time
in your very busy schedule,

and I do apologize for the
rather theatrical nature

of my entrance, but it was vital
I not be seen visiting you.

You have been so
useful to her Majesty

and her various governments

that I daren't
refuse your appeal.

Just a little bit
on your left there.

Thank you.

[Prime Minister]
There you are.

Thank you, thank you.

Now, without wishing to alarm
you, I have a serious problem

that only you can solve.

What do you require?

Only that you be
helpful and frank.

Only helpful and frank?

These are no small requests
for a career politician.

Yes, yes, I understand.

And I do hesitate to ask.

It's just I'm in the
midst of solving a crime

of enormous magnitude, not
to mention the dismantling

of a secret cabal,
representing the worldwide

industrialization of crime.

Our prime minister is
completely untrustworthy.

But once women get the
vote, all that will change.

That is the hope, Mrs. Morton.

Hmm.

So what did you think?

I don't know much
about politics.

But surely you see the
fairness of home rule.

Do you think that the
United States would give

the Apache tribe home rule?

When you demand home
rule for Australia,

is it for the natives or
is it for the colonizers?

I see your point.

The injustice goes deeper than
we can address all at once.

But I believe a fairer world
would make fairer choices.

And I am committed
to a better world.

And lately, my idea of a
better world includes you.

I don't see how.

Do you not?

[rousing music]

I'm sorry, I forget myself.

It's okay.

It's a lot more fun than
listening to petitions being read.

Is it?

[rousing music]

There's no use creating taboos.

Criminals will
not abide by them,

and they hinder our pursuit.

And I infer from the
size of the conspiracy,

the crime I'm trying to solve

is one of international
significance.

I offer you a compromise.

Compromise, I expected this.

You must use your
skills, Mr. Holmes,

and I must use mine.

The information produced

from this instance of state
approved eavesdropping

must be handled by an
officer of the court.

The conversation can
never be used in evidence.

That's fair.

I believe you have
deduced my predicament.

Right at the moment, I
am more in the business

of identifying criminals,

rather than bringing
them to justice.

Jeremy, prepare to
write a warrant for,

uh, what do you call it?

A wiretap, my Lord.

Wiretap is how they secretly
refer to it in New York.

Wiretap.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

How technical terms
drain all the outrage

out of questionable activities.

Yes, well, begin the document
as for usual, Jeremy,

and Mr. Holmes here will
help you word the rest.

If you could tell me the name

and position of the person

whose telephone you
intend to monitor.

Yes indeed, I have
it here, yeah.

Dear god.

Steady on, Jeremy.

This request is from
Sherlock Holmes.

So do you think you could
summarize everything

we have left to do in
order to solve the case

of the red thread
in its entirety?

As I see it,

we have to figure out
how these coachmen

from different countries
all became accomplices

to their bosses.

Determine what keys
Ambassador Anderson

was forced to give up
in exchange for Clara.

Solve the mystery of why Liam
and Maggot were m*rder*d.

Name the person at Scotland Yard

using Chief Inspector
Whitlock's telephone.

Find the missing jewels,
locate the hostages.

Figure out what a
fleet of new ambulances

for the criminally insane

are supposed to be carrying
in their false bottoms.

And connect all of that
to my mother's m*rder

and bring Lady
Violet to justice.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

You left three
questions unasked.

Number one, why the
attempted abduction

of the Italian ambassador's son?

Done after the
m*rder of your maid

to see if you would back off
after finding her red thread.

Excellent, superb.

My deduction precisely attests

to make sure I will not break
from their distractions again.

Number two, during your
attempted abduction,

a man jumped from the carriage

and raced away to
a waiting coach,

while the driver who kidnapped
you chose to stay behind

and missed a chance to get away.

Now why did he do that?

I have no idea.

No, nor I.

Now number three, a
little more serious.

Before Lord Withersea
k*lled himself,

he went so far as to suggest

that the red thread
were planning a crime

beyond my imagination.

And I feel he may
have been right.

Oh, sorry, hydrogen sulfide.

This is a necessary
evil, I'm afraid.

Yeah, if you say so.

Maybe if we just answer one
or two of these questions,

then the thread would unravel.

Yes, but don't forget the thread

would've k*lled me long ago

were I not somehow
vital to their success,

so how am I supposed
to help them?

We're not stopping until we
can figure that out, are we?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

We will soldier on.

And once we have rescued
Watson and Mrs. Hudson,

then the true power of my genius

can be put back
to its proper use

and then let the thread beware.

Now what do you think of my work

with the telephone calls

made during our rescue
of Clara Anderson?

That's very good.

[Holmes] Thank you.

A few minutes after I
reported Charlie the coachman,

someone at Chief Inspector
Whitlock's office

called the coffin factory.

Then Whitlock's office immediately
rang up Lord Withersea.

Warning him he was
about to welcome Watson

and Mrs. Hudson, not to mention
the ambassador's jewels.

Well now that you have all
these names and addresses,

it seems perfectly
reasonable to assume

that Dr. Watson and Mrs.
Hudson must be at one of them.

I guess you can't ask Scotland
Yard for a search warrant

because someone
there is involved.

Exactly.

Well, you've arranged
the telephone numbers

between the members of the
thread in the shape of a tree.

Why not shake it?

See what falls out.

Superb suggestion.

Yes, an excellent
description of my plan.

Shake the tree.

At first we must move beyond

how the thread communicate
with each other

and get them to talk to us.

I've found a place in
Ambassador Anderson's house

where I can hear every
word he says in his study.

Amelia.

I'm so proud of you.

Listening to criminals
without their knowledge

can be key to solving a mystery.

So after we shake the tree,
as you so vividly put it,

the kidnappers must
communicate with each other.

And then Watson and Mrs. Hudson

will once more be on the move.

Our allies and friends are
already strategically placed.

And I will light up the
sky with two signals.

One color representing
where Watson and Mrs. Hudson

have been kept, and the
other color representing

where they are going.

So it'll be red, the
Earl of Dorchester

where Clarence waits.

Green, the dowager
Duchess of Lincolnshire,

where the big street
irregulars are on watch.

Orange, the broker
Sir Nigel Parks,

where the Halgans have
parked my carriage.

Yellow, the Duke of Leicester,

where Bertie guards the driver.

And violet, well, Lady Violet,

who I will place in
your capable hands,

and whilst you go
about unnerving her,

I will journey to Scotland Yard,

and bait the red thread into
helping us rescue my friends.

[dramatic music]

[bell tolls in distance]

Swann, trust I'm not too early.

[Swann] No, sir,
you are just in time

to witness the end of my career.

Nonsense, you're not old
enough to have a career.

Did you see the
name on the warrant

signed by Lord
Salisbury himself?

Yes, and I obeyed it, sir.

Certain, the knowledge
that no gentleman

shall ever speak to me again.

Nonsense.

You should not be so lucky.

Now, does this contraption work?

Yes sir.

I can hear and record
every conversation

from the telephone of
the chief inspector.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Now all that remains
is for me to go

and give one of the most
amazing performances

in theatrical history.

I regret you cannot attend.

But the audience for this
spectacle must be very small.

Afterwards, someone will
pick up the telephone

in Chief Inspector
Whitlock's office

and ask the operator
to dial a number.

You must write this
number down, yes?

Yes.

And then while still
recording the conversation,

you must compare this number
to all the other numbers

on the list to see
to whom they belong.

Do you understand?

The Duke of Leicester,

the dowager Duchess
of Lincolnshire?

Sir, this.

Don't fret.

Don't fret.

It will all be over soon.

And now to go upstairs and
provoke your superiors.

You are moving up in the world.

Last week you were
a scholarly maid.

Now, suddenly dropping in
on the daughter of a Duke

without so much
as an appointment.

I wouldn't dream
of disturbing you.

But during the ball for the
Italian ambassador's daughter,

Clara misplaced her fan.

And some silly girl told
her that you picked it up.

I'm not a housekeeper.

That's more your line of work.

Nevermind, describe
this fan, if you will.

[chair creaks]

Well, it's very unique.

It, it unfolds into the
designs of a weapon,

a strange armored vehicle
with a cannon on top.

The drawing is very detailed,

almost like a blueprint.

Clara was certain
that it would be here.

I'm equally certain it is not.

But the fan does sound unique.

If we find it, I will secure it.

Well, you could
always tie it shut

with a red thread and
call me to pick it up.

Oh, I shall try very hard
to see that you get it.

[bell rings]

Allow me to have Mr. Hopper
show you to the door.

No need.

I know where the door is.

Hopper, have my carriage
brought around immediately.

[Bullivant] You should have
reported these kidnappings

to the police.

Happily, I am only an hour or so

from locating Watson
and Mrs. Hudson

and ending this dreadful ordeal.

Thank god.

How may we help?

Well, once again,
chief inspector,

you anticipate me first, I
must return to Baker Street

and await the call
of my informant.

In the meantime,

if you could have a few
six man squads standing by.

Surely we should be
working together.

I can assume.
-Nonsense, Bullivant.

Why would you demand control
over an investigation

you know nothing about?

Of course.

How foolish of me.

Rest assured Mr. Holmes,

we will put teams of
officers all over the city

that we might instantly
respond to your summons.

My thankfulness knows no bounds.

Now that I have your
support, Chief Inspector,

our success is assured.

Expect my call shortly.

[dramatic music]

[carriage rattles]

[dramatic music]