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Head cocked to the left.
Partial deafness in ear.
First point of attack.
Two. Throat. Paralyze vocal cords. Stop screaming.
Three. Got to be heavy drinker. Floating rib to the liver.
Four. Finally, drag the left leg. Fist the patella.
Summary prognosis: Conscious in 90 seconds Martial efficacy: quarter of an hour at best.
Complete recovery of the faculties: Unlikely.
- I like the hat. - I just picked it up.
You remember your revolver?
Knew I forgot something.
- I thought I'd left the stove on. - You did.
I think that's quite enough.
You're a doctor, after all.
Always nice to see you, Watson.
Where is the inspector?
Getting his troops lined up.
That could be all day.
Sherlock Holmes.
And his loyal dog.
Tell me, doctor
As a medical man, have you enjoyed my work?
Let me show you how much I've enjoyed it.
Watson! Don't!
Observe.
How did you see that?
Because I was looking for it.
Lord Blackwood!
You seem surprised.
I would say that the girl deserves our attention more than he.
Indeed.
Oh, I'd leave that alone if I were you, boyo.
Good lad.
Impeccable timing, Lestrade.
We've one for the doctor, and one for the rope.
- Clarky? - Sir.
This woman needs a hospital immediately.
- Put her in the back of the Maria. - Right lads, that's it.
If you don't mind.
Get him out of my sights.
And you were supposed to wait for my orders.
If I had, you'd be clearing up a corpse.
and chasing a rumour.
Besides, the girl's parents hired me, not the Yard.
Why they thought you'd require any assistance is beyond me?
- Well, London will breathe a sigh of relief. - Indeed.
- Congratulations, Lestrade. - Bravo, Inspector.
Have a cigar.
Gentlemen...
Cheese!
156 over 80.
Very good.
My nerves have been the best in years, thanks to you.
Oh, tell me something:
Your new premises, when you moving in?
I should be moving within the week.
Cavendish Place.
And there will be a women’s touch too.
- That's marvellous. - Indeed.
Good god!
- This was gunfire! - No, no, no, no.
Hammer and nail, wasn't it?
My colleagues, probably just... putting up a painting.
I'll go and check.
- Your colleague? - Yes
He won’t be moving with you, will he?
No, he wont.
Mrs. Hudson...
I won’t go in there by myself. No one has got a gun in this house.
You will not need to go in there at all. Give me the paper.
What will I do when you leave, Doctor?
He'll have the whole house down!
He just needs another case, that's all.
Couldn't you have a longer engagement?
I smell gunpowder. It's not right you know! Not in a domestic environment.
Thank you, Captain Phillip.
Perhaps a nice cup of tea...
Same time next week.
Come on, Captain. It's quieter downstairs.
Mrs. Hudson? Bring something to cheer him up.
Permission to enter the armoury.
Granted.
Watson, I am in the process of inventing a device
that depresses the sound of a gunshot.
It's not working.
Oh, may I see that?
You know it's been three months, since your last case?
Gently. Gently, Watson. Be gentle with me.
Don't you think it's time you found another one.
I can't but, agree.
My mind rebels techniques give me problems, give me work.
The sooner the better.
- Paper. - Thank you.
Let's see then. There's a letter here.
from
Mrs. Ramsey, of Queens Park.
Her husband's disappeared.
He's in Belgium, with the scurry maid.
Is it November?
Yes, Holmes. Alright.
Lady Rathford reports...
her emerald bracelet has disappeared.
An insurance swindle.
Lord Rathford like's fast women and slow ponies.
I see you're the attending physician, at Blackwood’s hanging.
Yes
It was our last case together
and I wanted to see it through to the end.
A Mr. Louis...
There's only one case, that intrigues me at present.
The Curious Case of Mrs. Hudson
The absentee landlady.
I've been studying her comings and goings
- and they appear most... sinister. - Tea, Mr. Holmes?
Is it poisoned, "Nanny"?
There's enough of that in you already.
Don't touch. Everything is in it's proper place.
As per usual, "Nanny".
Oh, his killed the dog... again.
What have you done to, Gladston now?
I was simply testing a new anaesthetic.
He doesn't mind.
Holmes
as your doctor...
He'll be good in no time.
As your friend...
You've been in this room for two weeks. I insist, you have to get out.
There's nothing of interest, for me, out there on Earth.
- So, you're free this evening? - Absolutely.
- Dinner? - Wonderful.
- The Royal? - My favourite.
Mary's coming.
- It's not fair. - You're meeting her, Holmes!
Have you proposed yet?
No, I haven't found the right ring.
Oh, then it's not official.
It's happening, whether you like it or not.
20:30, the Royal.
- Where a jacket. - You wear a jacket.
Holmes!
You're early.
Fashionably.
Miss Mary Morsten.
Oh my goodness. What a pleasure.
For the life of me, I don't know why it's taken him so long to introduce us properly.
The pleasure is mine.
It really is quite a thrill meeting you, Mr. Holmes.
I've heard so much about you.
I have a pile of detective novels at home... Collins, Poe.
It's true.
It can seem a little
far fetched though, at times. Making these grand assumptions out of tiny details.
That's not quite right is it?
In fact, the little details are by far, the most important.
- Take Watson... - I intend to.
You see this walking stick, a rare African snake wood.
hiding a blade
Few were rewarded to the veterans of the afghan war,
so I can assume, he's a decorated soldier.
Strong, brave, born to be an adventurer.
and neat, like all military men.
Now, I check his pockets.
Ah, a stamp from a boxing match.
Now, I can assume he's a bit of a gambler.
I'd keep an eye on that dowry, if I were you.
- Those days are behind me. - Right, behind you.
It's cost us the rent, more than once.
Well with all due respect, Mr. Holmes, You know John very well.
What about a complete stranger?
What can you tell about me?
- You? - I don't think that's...
- I don't know if that's... - Not at dinner.
- Perhaps another time. - I insist.
- You insist? - You remember that we discussed this.
The lady insists
- You're a governess. - Well done.
Yes, well done. Shall we... Waiter!
Your student... It's a boy of eight.
Charlie is seven, actually.
So he's tall for his age. He flicked you with ink today.
- Is there ink on my face? - There is nothing wrong with your face.
There are two drops on your ear infect.
India blue is near impossible to wash off.
Anyway, rather impetuous of that boy,
but you're to experienced to react rashly, which is why
the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.
Pearls, diamonds, flawless rubies.
Hardly the gems of a governess .
However, the jewels you are not wearing, tell us rather more.
- Holmes! - You were engaged.
The ring has gone, but the lighter skin suggests
that you spent some time abroad proudly
that is until you were informed that it's true
and then you broke of the engagement and returned to, England
for better prospects. A doctor perhaps?
You're right on all accounts Mr. Holmes, apart from one.
I didn't leave him.
He died.
Well done, old boy.
Get up and fight!
Come on!
That's it. We're done.
You won. Congratulations.
Oy, we ain’t done yet.
This must not register on an emotional level.
First, distract target.
Then block his blind jab.
Counter with cross to the left cheek.
Discombobulate.
Dazed, he'll attempt a wild hit. employ the elbow block.
And body shot.
block next left.
weaken right jaw.
Now fracture.
Break right ribs.
Traumatize, solar plexus.
dislocate jaw entirely.
Kick in the diaphragm.
In summary:
jaw fractured, three ribs cracked four broken,
diaphragm haemorrhaging.
Physical recovery: 6 weeks.
For psychological recovery: 6 months.
Capacity to spit tobacco:
Neutralized.
Where did that come from?
What the hell's going on here, Charley?
Lord Blackwood's put him on some kind of spell, sir.
It's like he's burning from the inside out!
Shut up!
Charley. Charley!
Take this man to the infirmary! Now!
What's this all about then, Blackwood?
There's someone I want to see.
- Watson? - Right.
Let's go.
What started as a mere experiment
has brought me to the threshold of monumental discovery
Now if I play, chromatic scale
there's no measurable response.
You do know, what you're drinking is meant for eye surgery.
But... now,
and this is remarkable
if I change to eight tone clusters
Voila!
They fly in counter-clockwise,
synchronized in circles.
Watson this is exceptional.
I, using musical theory, have created order out from chaos.
How did you lure them in?
Excellent question.
Individually, I've been at it for six hours.
And what happens if I do this?
Clean yourself up.
You are Blackwood's last request.
Look at those towering structures.
It's the first combination of a suspension bridge ever attempted.
Most innovative.
What an industrious empire!
Oh, I have your winnings from last night.
You weren't there, so I made your customary bet.
You're right. I'll keep it with your check book,
locked safely away in my draw.
Did you know the opera house is featuring "Don Giovanni"?
I could easily procure a couple of tickets
If you had any cultural inclinations this evening.
You have a grand gift of silence,
Watson, it makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
I knew she'd been engaged.
She told me.
So that's, no to the opera then.
That was my waistcoat.
I thought we agreed it's too small for you.
- I'd like it back. - I thought we agreed.
I want it back.
This way, Mr. Holmes.
Blackwood seems to have got the crowd into some what of a fear frenzy.
I'm sure it will disperse once his feet stop twitching.
Care to come along?
No, you're on your own, old cock.
I have no business with him whilst he's alive.
Suit yourself, "mother hen".
It seems you still have lots of rooms to let.
We had to move the prisoners, sir.
Otherwise we're gonna have a riot on our hands.
He has a peculiar effect on the inmates.
As though, he can get inside their heads.
I'm sure I can find my own way if you have other duties to perform.
Much obliged, sir. Thank you.
... and the dragon of the sea. And I saw the beast out of bodies of water
... had ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns on his horns,
and each head had a blasphemous name.
And people have glorified ... dragon which he gave the beast
to e are glorified and the beast, saying,
"What is like the beast?"
beast which I saw has the body of a leopard,
but had feet of a bear and was the lion's mouth.
The dragon gave power unto the beast, his throne and great authority ...
I love what you done to the place.
So glad you can accept my invitation.
I just have a small point of concern.
How can I help?
I've already followed the murders with some interest.
and although my heart went out primarily to the families of the victims
I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery.
And the stroke of your brush.
You're too kind.
However, by comparison, your work in the crypt
looks more like a finger painting.
So now you're curious if there's a larger game afoot?
Either that or, um...
shortly my friend, you'll be pronounced dead
and I thought I might keep him company.
Your mistake is to imagine that anything
that is earthly has led us to this moment.
Your error of judgment is to assume that I'm holding the brush.
I'm merely a channel.
My only wish is that I could have caught you sooner.
You see? Five lives might have been spared.
Those lives were a necessity.
Sacrifice.
Five other wise meaningless creatures called to serve a greater purpose.
I wonder if they'll let me and Watson dissect your brain.
After you hang, of course.
I'd wager, there is some deformity that would be scientifically significant.
Then you too, could serve a greater purpose.
Holmes, you must widen your gaze.
I'm concerned, you underestimate the gravity of coming events.
You and I are bound together on a journey that would twist the very fabric of nature.
But beneath your mask of logic I sense a frailty...
That worries me.
Steal your mind, Holmes.
I need you.
I'd say, you've come a long way down from a house of Lords.
- I will rise again. - "Bon voyage".
Pay attention!
Three more will die and there is nothing you can do to save them.
You must accept that this is beyond your control.
by the time you realize you made all of this possible
it will be the last sane thought in your head.
What did he want?
I'm not sure.
But I don't think you need to follow. Not this one.
Lord Henry Blackwood, you are sentenced to death
for the practice of black magic
the unholy murder of five innocent young women
and an attempted murder of a sixth.
Do you have any final words?
Death... is only the beginning.
That is the end of Lord Blackwood.
London's so bleak this time of year.
Not that I'm pining for New Jersey,
but much prefer to travel in winter.
Here, I bought you these. All the way from Syria.
I found these exquisite dates in Jordan.
and your favourite...
Olives from the Cyclades.
I thought we might have a little tea party.
and while I was setting the table, I found this.
A file with my name on it.
"The theft of the Velasquez portrait King of Spain.
Missing naval documents lead to resignation of Bulgarian prime minister
scandalous affair ends engagement of... "
"Prince Romanov. "of Austria and Princess.
I'm simply studying your methods.
Should the authorities ask me to hunt you down.
But I don't see my name in any of these articles.
But your signature was clear.
Is that the Maharaja's missing diamond?
Or just another souvenir?
Let's not dwell on the past.
Shall we?
Now, by the looks of things, I'd say you were between jobs.
And you between husbands.
How much did you get for the ring?
He was boring and jealous and he snored.
I'm Irene Adler, again.
Thank you.
I need your help.
I need you to find someone.
Why are you always so suspicious.
Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?
Careful not to cut yourself on this lethal envelope.
I think you'll find all the information inside.
Who are you working for?
So I'll have to find out the hard way.
Keep your money, I didn't say I'll take the case.
Consider it a wager that you will.
You remember “The Grand”?
They gave me our old room.
Hold the door. Thanks’, doctor.
Ma'am.
- He'll do it. - Well done, Miss Adler.
That's precisely why I hired you.
I'll wager, he'll have our man in the next 24 hours.
He'd better.
Reordan is the key to what Blackwood was doing.
He's essential to my plan.
Damn! What are you doing? Can't you see where you're going?
Get of my way!
A little ride, I've come along way, sir.
God save the queen!
God save the Queen, sir.
Get off out of it!
Look at you?
Why is the only woman you've ever cared about
a world class criminal?
Are you a masochist?
Allow me to explain...
Allow me!
She's the only adversary, who ever out smarted you. Twice.
Made a proper idiot out of you.
Right, you've had your fun.
- What she after, anyway? - It's time to press on.
What could she possibly need?
It doesn't matter.
An alibi, a beard. A human canoe.
She can sit on your back and paddle you up the Thames.
That's no consequence to you really, is it Watson?
We've done our, last case together.
I've already read it.
Missing person.
Luke Reordan.
4 foot 10, red hair, no front teeth. Case solved.
You're obviously not her type.
She likes gingered dwarfs.
Midgets.
- So, you agree. - No, I don't agree.
It's more than a technicality, you see.
You are misrepresenting the dimensions of short peoples.
I've said too much. I can tell, I've upset you.
No, I'm just simply stating, that one has...
What were you doing?
- Will you allow me to explain? - I wish you would.
- Holmes? What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Are you wearing a... - A false nose? No.
Tell me, that was...
Holmes! Where are you going?
Watson?
Help! Watson!
Got some flowers for you, sweetheart.
Cut you a deal, cos you're so pretty.
Oh, my lucky day!
Hello gorgeous, you got something for me.
Don't move!
Now, what have we got here?
Thank you.
That's the Irene I know.
This man Intrigues me, Watson, His got her on the edge.
And she's no mean feet.
She's intimidated, she's scared of him.
Yet she work's for him.
Right.
It is nothing to do with me, but I advise you to leave the case alone.
I may not always have a choice.
After all, I may be paying the rent on my own soon. Thanks to you.
Get that out of my face.
It's not "in your face" it's in my hand.
Get whatever's in your hand out of my face.
- Mr. Holmes! - Clarky!
Sorry. Inspector Lestrade asks you come with me at once.
What's he done now, lost his way to Scotland Yard?
Watson drop a compass, he needs us.
No, you means you.
It's Lord Blackwood, sir. He...
Well... it appears he's come back from the grave, sir.
- Most engaging. - Very clever.
I pronounced the man dead myself.
What are the facts?
Groundkeeper, claims he saw him walking through the graveyard just this morning, sir.
I'll leave this in your capable hands.
I have an appointment with, Mary.
It's not my reputation at stake here.
- Don't try that. - Has the newspaper
...got wind of it yet. - Well that's what we're trying to avoid, sir.
Certainly.
- What's the major concern? - Panic. Sheer bloody panic, sir.
Indeed.
You're not taking this seriously, Holmes?
Yes, as you should.
It's a matter of professional integrity.
No girl wants to marry a doctor
who can't tell If a man's dead or not.
Who do you think won the match, Clarky?
- Sir? - The rugby match.
Your boys have done a magnificent job of obliterating any potential evidence.
Yes, but at least they never miss an opportunity...
to miss an opportunity.
You took your time, Holmes.
And on the third day...
These slabs are sand stone, they half a ton each
and they were smashed open from the inside .
Lestrade. What of the coffin?
We are in the process of bringing it up now.
Listen...
Hmm... Right.
At what stage of the process? Contemplative?
And how is our witness?
He's over there.
And apparently he's got ca... ca... ca...
Catatonic, sir.
- He's not feeling very well. - Yes
If you lot don't stop behaving like a bunch of quivering milk maids, you're on double time.
Now you get down there, and you bring that coffin up, now!
Good day, sir!
It's alright.
I'm a doctor.
The man's in shock.
- He may need a few moments - The witness states that
he saw, lord Blackwood, rise from the grave.
- Well? - Well?
You pronounced him dead.
He had no pulse.
Good lord.
That's not Blackwood.
Well, now we have a firm grasp, of the obvious.
Time of death?
2 thirds of an inch
which would put the time of death at between 10-12 hours ago.
May I borrow your pen?
- Headless dwarf. - Midget.
I know what I saw!
It was Blackwood!
As clear as I see you.
And when the dead walk...
the living will fill these coffins.
Well...
Right, put the lid on and clean this up.
You really believe he was resurrected?
The question is not "if" but "how." The games afoot.
Follow your spirit and upon this charge cried
god for Harry, England and St. George.
Here you are. Why that certain fish and chips store
- I don't understand - Well there's a particular pier
they use out in the back, northern stout, to be exact.
You know, Holmes
I've seen things in war I don't understand.
In India, I once met a man who predicted his own death
right down to the number and placement of the bullets that killed him.
You have to admit, Holmes
that a supernatural explanation to this case, is theoretically possible.
Agreed.
But, it is a huge mistake to theorize before one has data.
Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to shoot theories, instead of theories to shoot facts
That said I believe
our midget is the key to this.
Right. Scratches around the key hole where the watch is wound.
What does that tell you?
The man was most likely a drunk.
Every time he wound the watch, his hand slipped, hence the scratches.
Yes Very good, Watson.
You have developed considerable deductive powers of your own.
Let's see now. There are several sets of initials.
- Porn brokers marks. - Excellent.
Most recent of which are: "M.H. M.H. M.H...
- M.H. is for... - "Madison and Haig.
They should be able to give us an address.
What a coincidence.
There's one thing you failed to deduce from the watch, Holmes.
I think not.
The time.
I have to get back, Holmes.
Taking tea with the in-laws..
- Can I predict your future, sir? - Absolutely not.
No thank you, ma'am.
You need to hear what I have to tell you.
We have no need of your lucky heather Gypsy women.
Even if it's to do with Mary.
I see two men.
Brothers. Not in blood, but in boned.
What of Mary?
M for Mary, for marriage. Oh, you will be married.
Go on.
I see patterned table cloths and china figurines.
and lace doilies...
doilies...
Lace doilies...
doilies... Holmes.
- Does your depravity know, no bounds? - No.
Oh she turns fat and has a beard...
And what of the warts?
- She is covered in warts... - Enough, enough.
- Are they extensive? - Please, enough!
It's the most apt prediction, Flora's made in ages.
And precisely the reason you can't find a suitable ring.
Do you have my money?
You are terrified of a life without the thrill of a macabre.
Do you have my cut?
- Admit it, admit it! - Give me my money!
Holmes.
Oh I see.
Thank you.
Well you've got your ring, and I've got the address for my ginger midget.
Should be just there.
I think she'll really like this.
And I have some change in my pocket.
- Should I look after it for you? - No, no.
- Don't give it away here. - No!
I have to go see Mary.
Give them my best.
And the family as well.
It does make a considerable difference to me, having someone with me
on whom I can thoroughly rely.
Well, you can rely on me for exactly 10 minutes.
He clearly felt something was coming to get him.
Or something did.
Irene was here,
either that or the ginger midget wore the same Parisian perfume.
Ah, putrefaction.
Ammonium sulphate, among other aromas.
Phosphorus.
Formaldehyde.
It looks like he was attempting to combine
some kind of sorcery and scientific formula.
More importantly...
What he was trying to dispose of.
Potassium and magnesium.
sulphuric acid.
Why the iron went out of the ink as long as it's not to burnt
Peculiar.
Hydrated rhododendron.
Holmes. Look at the crest.
Reordan was working with, Blackwood.
Of course he was.
Question is, to what end.
Whatever he was working on, clearly succeeded.
How so?
Otherwise, he'd still alive.
Which is why Miss Adler is so desperate to find him.
Yes.
There's something I can't quite put my finger on.
Is it candy floss? Molasses.
Maple syrup. Ah, barley sugar.
Toffee apple.
Let me guess.
Judging by your arsonist tool kit
You're here to burn down the building and extinguish all the evidence therein
Just one minute boys..
Oh, Draga!
Is there a problem?
Meat...
or potatoes?
My 10 minutes are up.
You alright?
Come!
Holmes.
What is that?
Holmes!
Watson...
What have you done?
I haven't slept all night.
Not a wink.
Why I ever believed...
that I would get to have tea with Mary's parents? is beyond me
having been talked into going with you.
We were set upon man, it was self-defence.
I've been reviewing my notes, of our exploits over the last seven months.
would you like to know my conclusion?
I am psychologically disturbed.
How so?
Why else would I be continually led into situations
where you deliberately, withhold your plans from me?
Why else?
You never complained about my methods before.
- I'm not complaining. - You're not?
- What do you call this? - How...
How am I complaining? I never complain, when do I
ever complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning.
or your mess, your general lack of hygiene
or the fact that you steal all my clothes.
We have a barter system.
When do I complain about you setting fire to my room?
- Our rooms. - The rooms,
When do I ever complain that you experiment on my dog?
- Our dog! It's our dog. - On the... the dog!
But I do take issue, is your campaign to sabotage my relationship to Mary.
I understand.
- You do? - I do.
- I don't think you do. - You're overly tired.
- Yes. - You're feeling a bit sensitive.
I'm not sensitive.
What you need is to rest.
My brother, Mycroft, has a small estate near Chichester.
Beautiful grounds...
- We could throw a land on the spit... - We?
Holmes, if I were to go to the country it would be with my future wife.
Well certainly, if you must...
No not you, Mary and I.
- You are not... - What? Invited?
Why would I be not invited to my own brothers country home, Watson?
- Now you are not making any sense! - You're not human!
- John Watson? - Yes.
You bail has been posted.
Mary!
Just Watson.
I hope you get bail by breakfast, because my boys, are getting hungry.
Back off! Back off!
To which the barman says: "may I push in your stool?".
Right you, you're out..
- Until next time. - It's always a pleasure, Mr. Holmes.
Thank God you're here, Lestrade I'd almost ran out of jokes.
In another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal.
Yes, sir and you an excellent policemen.
Tomsky! Thank you.
Now please tell me you have answers.
All in good time, Lestrade.
All in good time? What is this? Some parlour game where we have to guess what you're thinking?
I've got a public in frenzy out there
and if you don't fill me in, I'll have you in there playing Victoria and Albert quicker than a bookies runner
Now, clean up and make yourself presentable.
For whom?
Friends in high places.
They're the ones who bailed you out.
I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience you, sir.
But I'm going to have to put this on you.
Mr. Holmes, apologies for summoning you like this.
I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you are and who I am?
As to where I am...
I was admittedly lost for a moment, between Charing Cross and Holborn,
but I was saved by the Bread shop on Southford Hill.
The only baker to use the certain French glaze on a sage
after that the carriage fought left and right
until bump the Fleet conduit
And as to who you are? that took every ounce of my not
inconsiderable experience.
The letters on your desk were addressed to a sir Thomas Rodrum.
Lord Chief Justice. That would be the official title
Who you really are... is of course another matter entirely.
Judging by the sacred ox on your ring.
you're the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders
in who's headquarters we now sit.
Located, north-west corner St. James square I think
That's the mystery, the only mystery is to why you bothered to blind fold me at all.
Yes... well, standard procedure I suppose.
I dare say we have the right man, gentlemen.
Sherlock Holmes.
U.S. Ambassador Standish and Lord Coward, the home secretary.
I suppose you already have some notion as to the practices of our order.
Yes. They are practically interesting.
Be as sceptical as you like.
but our secret system has steered the world to good for centuries.
There danger is they can also be used for more nefarious purposes.
What some call the dark arts or practical magic.
We know you don't believe in magic Mr. Holmes
We don't expect you to share our faith
merely our fears.
fear is the most infectious condition.
In this instance.
fear of your own child.
Blackwood is your son
You have the same irises, a rare dark green, the diamond shaped hazel flex
together with the identical outer ears or pinner, which are only past down through direct blood line
which makes by necessity either brothers
or in this case, more likely father and son.
Very few people have paraded that information.
And we'd want to keep it that way.
He was conceived during one of our rituals.
His mother wasn't my wife.
But she shared our beliefs. She was a powerful practitioner.
though not enough to survive giving birth to him.
Death followed him where ever he went.
Those five girls were not the first to be butchered.
He killed many more to use them to enhance his powers.
No one could prove anything of course, but we already knew.
The boy was a curse.
We'd done our best to stop him ourselves, but its not enough.
His power grows daily.
His resurrection is evidence of that.
But what he does next will be far more dangerous.
The secret lies in the book of spells. This is the source of his power.
His going to raise a force that will alter the very course of the world.
I want you to find him and stop him before he does.
We'll give you any assistance that we can.
As home secretary, I have a considerable influence over the police.
- Oh, yes - So...
Name your price?
Well a great benefit to the social deficit. I, can pick and choose my clients.
Consider it done, I'll stop him.
But not for you. And certainly not for a price.
I do have a parting query sir, Thomas.
What is that?
We the rest of his family dead...
how long do you expect to survive?
Food for thought.
Well perhaps you'll have better luck opening that.
Margot '58. comet vintage.
How fascinating that a astronomical event can effect the quality...
How is it going with our case that you refused to take.
...wine.
Or I've hit a dead end. Literally.
I found your man. He's buried in Blackwood's tomb.
If you still need him.
Oh dear...
I hope my client doesn’t come looking for a refund.
He's a professor, isn't he?
I couldn't see his face, but I spotted a bit of chalk on his Tappan.
I've never known a professor to carry a gun, and on such a clever contraption.
Eye patch. Nice touch...
So... case closed.
Which makes this a social visit.
No. It's you're in over your head Irene, visit.
Who ever killed, Reardon they were covering their tracks,
which means that you're the next loose end that needs to be snipped.
Let it breathe.
I've never been in over my head.
Leave now, disappear. You're good at that.
Or stay. And volunteer for protective custody.
If I'm in danger, so are you.
Come with me.
What if we trusted each other.
You're not listening. I'm taking you, to either a railway station
or the police station.
So...
What is it to be?
You decide, which will it be?
I told you to let it breathe.
Can you taste the comet?
Why couldn't you just come away with me?
Madam, I need you to remain calm.
Trust me, I'm a professional. but underneath this pillow
lies the key to my release.
Of course, she misinterpreted my intention entirely.
- Naturally sir. - That’s why I find this modern religious fellow so troubling.
There's no latitude for misunderstandings.
It runs right over reason, sir.
And chambermaids were once such a liberal breed.
My wife's a chambermaid, sir.
Anyhow, it’s a good thing she was a friend, otherwise we may never have found you.
The inspector's been over at Baker Street himself this morning, sir.
Just joking about the wife, sir.
We've checked everything. There's no sign of a break in
and the butler didn't hear a thing.
So body in the bath tub, his eyes were wide open
and the only thing missing was...
His ring, sir.
Why did you drain the water?
Out of common decency.
Crime is common. Logic, is rare.
The decent thing to do is catch the killer, not to provide conflict to the cause.
What is that?
Jasmine bath salt, sir.
Super. Probably comes from a larger container.
It would either be in the pantry.
High up where it's warm and dry. Or in a linen cupboard with a vent.
Oh and constable, you could do worse than to check the
ground under the rear window for any signs of footprints
data, data, data. I can not make bricks without clay.
Charles?
Was it in the cupboard or the pantry.
It was in the pantry, sir.
I don't know what to make of this.
Excellent work.
Adieu.
What's the meaning of this, Coward?
Why have you called this meeting?
Sir Thomas is dead.
I nominate Lord Blackwood as head of the Order.
Have you lost your mind?
You know damn well what he’s capable of.
Of course he does.
That's why we're here.
That's why, we're all here.
My powers and my assets were given to me for one purpose.
Magnificent was a simple purpose.
To create a new future.
A future ruled... by us.
Tomorrow at noon, we take the first step towards a new chapter in our history.
Magic will lead the way.
Once the people of England see our new found power
they'll bow down in fear.
Across the Atlantic, lies a colony that was once ours.
It will be again.
The civil war has made them weak.
Their government is as corrupt and ineffective as ours.
So we'll take it back.
We will remake the world.
Create the future.
These men are with me, Standish.
But... are you?
No, sir. I am not.
These powers that you're playing with...
no man, can control.
Well gentlemen... Someone has to stop them
even if you won't.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Gentlemen... don't be afraid.
As you can see, we are protected.
Come... drink your allegiance here.
You control the police, now use them.
I didn't know you were here.
Since this room is no longer yours, do you mind if I utilize it?
Be my guest.
- In here chaps. - Where shall we put him, sir?
Anywhere's fine.
Who is he?
He’s the one who tried to kill you at Reardon's lodgings.
I suppose his neck didn't survive the impact of Draga landing on him.
Yes... Thanks for that, by the way.
But there is still some consolation in the knowledge that he can still be of service to his fellow man.
Elbow is now stained with blood.
But it's older than his own injuries.
Not if it's not human. There's an odd butcher. Let me see...
Yellow Flame. Green bursts.
An industrial worker.
Coal. Hint of silt.
And the stains on his trousers, should put him squarely in...
Nine Elms.
Sorry what?
The area you're looking for is, Nine Elms.
Do you remember where I put the Lord's register of members interests?
On the step ladder.
Blackwood was involved in everything that's corrosive to the spirit.
Woolidge Arsenal.
Limehouse Chemical Works.
Probably be a factory by the river.
What's that?
Never mind.
You don't know where my rugby ball went do you?
No, not a clue.
Queenside slaughterhouse
Nine Elms.
A factory by the river.
Well done, Watson. That should lead us right to Blackwood.
Dead or Alive.
Not us.
You.
Yes...
Just a figure of speech, old boy.
He's left it there on purpose.
More coal doctor.
That's a good one.
Glad to see you two are working hard then.
And I thought you were trying to be discrete.
You would not last one day in the navy.
Holmes, are you sure that there is no
alternative means of water transportation, than that.
I guarantee you nobody knows London's waterways better.
Tanners practically a fish himself.
At least he certainly drinks like one.
Oh you've found your sense of humour, doctor.
If only just a sense.
I better take over. A bit tricky down here.
Come on...
- Look familiar? - Yep.
All that's missing is a ginger midget.
They cleared something away from here.
Not minutes ago.
Like what?
I'm not sure. Something mechanical.
Holmes, look at this.
- 1:18 - Chapter and verse.
Revelations. 1:18. "I am he that liveth
and was dead. Behold I am alive, forevermore.”
I warned you, Holmes to accept
that this was beyond your control.
Beyond what your rational mind could comprehend
What a busy afterlife you are having. 984 I want you to be my witness.
Tomorrow, at midday, the world as you know it, will end.
Show me your face and it will be the end of your world right now.
Save the bullets, Watson.
A gift for you.
What was that about saving bullets?
She followed you here, Holmes.
You led your lamb to slaughter.
Holmes!
This game was designed to hurt.
Watson!
It's warm in here, Watson!
In over your head yet, darling?
- Hold on there! - I can't.
Let me take your weight.
Give us a leg up, old boy.
These German locks always give me trouble.
It's a bandsaw.
No matter. We have plenty of time.
Holmes...
- It's not working. - Keep calm.
Holmes! Hurry up!
Don't get excited.
Turn of that valve.
And we bounce in.three…
...two,
...one.
Thank you.
I'm gonna get after, Blackwood.
Thank you.
We should go help the doctor.
Holmes!
Lord Coward has issued a warrant for your arrest, sir.
Watson's alive. Just get out of here, sir. Go.
Will the train be departing on time?
The train's been delayed, madam.
Shouldn't be long now though.
The train will depart when I tell it to.
And you will leave my employment when I allow you to.
I fulfilled my contract.
I found Reorden.
He's in Scotland Yard's mortuary.
So that's me finished.
Your job was to manipulate, Holmes' feelings for you.
Not succumb to them.
You have fulfilled nothing.
I want what, Reardon was making for Blackwood.
finish the job, or the next dead body will be of Sherlock Holmes.
The surgeon should be along shortly.
He should be able to rest now.
Excuse me.
Is that the best you can do?
Yes for now.
I must attend to my other patients.
Doctor...
Doctor!
Please!
I know that you care for him as much as I do.
This is not your responsibility, It was his choice.
He'd say it was worth the wounds.
Solve this.
Whatever it takes.
It's Lord Blackwood, sir.
I've never been in over my head.
It's nothing to do with me, but I'd advise you to leave the case alone.
You're not taking this seriously are you, Holmes.
I told you to accept, he was beyond your control
Tomorrow at mid-day, the world will end.
Holmes.
You and I, are bound on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature.
Steal your mind, "Holmes.
He will raise a force that will change the very course of the world.
His power grows.
This is the source of his power.
I need you.
The secret lies in the book of spells.
Three more will die...
and there's nothing you can do to save them.
We know you don't believe in magic.
Reardon was working with Blackwood.
The only thing missing was his ring.
Give up, Holmes.
This is a riddle you can not solve.
Good morning.
Now, you need to work.
Familiar artwork?
You look gorgeous.
Some how, I knew you wouldn't leave.
You made the front page.
Only a name, and no picture?
So it looks like, you'll be needing to work outside the law now,
and that's my area of expertise.
I feel safer already.
You seem to be making a rapid recovery.
Yes...
I took this shrapnel out myself.
Mary said I had a lousy doctor.
Well I'm... I'm just so...
very glad that you're um... well, with us.
Now that you’re sitting comfortably, I shall begin.
My initial approach was far to narrow.
When Blackwood invited me to Bentonville prison
he suggested I widen my gaze.
and at minimum, I have done just that.
In fact, I may well have reconciled thousand's of years of theological disparities.
But that's for another time.
Blackwood's method is based on a ritualistic mystical system
that's been employed by the Temple of the Four Order for centuries.
To fully understand the system, to get inside it,
I recreated the ceremony we interrupted at the crypt,
with a few enhancements of my own.
my journey took me further down the rabbit hole than I intended
and though I don’t need my fluffy white tail.
I have emerged, enlightened.
The fraternity who decidedly control the empire
who share the belief of kings, pharaohs and emperors of old
that the Sphinx was a door to another dimension.
A gateway to immeasurable power.
It's made up of four parts.
The foot of a lion, the tail of an ox, the wings of an eagle
and the head of a man.
In Sir Thomas’s secret chamber, I found a bone of an ox
the tooth of a lion, the feather of an eagle and a hair of a man.
Map.
The points of the stars represent the five murdered girls
but the cross is what were now interested in.
It’s a wildly held belief, that within the architecture of the great cities
are coded references to the system
Since he rose from the grave, Blackwood's killed three men.
Each murder was committed at a location that has a direct connection with the temple
therefore a system .
Reardon, the ginger midget.
represents man. We found his body here.
Sir Thomas... master of the temple, wore the ox ring.
He died here.
Standish, the ambassador to the U.S.. Where the eagle has been a national
emblem over a hundred years .
The headquarters of the Temple of the Four Order is where he died,
this here.
Corresponded, the map will tell us the location of Blackwood's final act
So we have man, the ox, eagle, only the lion remaining.
Right here.
Parliament.
Alright you four stay here and the rest of you come with me.
Right this way.
Ladies first.
Follow these instructions.
Hello, hello, hello...
Did the devil turn up?
Well never mind.
You've got the next best thing.
Beg your pardon my lord, I know it’s unorthodox
But Mr. Holmes here has been making some serious accusations about you
and The Order.
I see.
At least this solves the great mystery of how you became inspector.
Excuse me, my lord.
But I've been wanting to that for a long time.
Well inspector, have five minutes before my next engagement.
So why don’t you engrail me with your stories of conspiracy
Thank you Lestrade.
My lord...
I'm curious, Coward. Did you help Blackwood in all his murders.
or just the one I prevented?
Very distinctive, those hand made shoes of yours.
But the price of quality is often the leaking print they leave
Nonetheless I confess to being completely outmatched.
I could deduce very little from my investigation.
Fortunately there’s nothing more stimulating than a
case where everything goes against you.
How many members of parliament do you intend to murder at noon today.
Man, ox, eagle, lion. The lion's parliament isn't it?
Very clever.
But it's not murder, Mr. Holmes.
It's mercy.
We are giving the weak masses a strong Sheppard.
Don't you see, it's for their own...
No. But I don't care much what you think.
I just simply wanted to know the location of Blackwood’s final ceremony.
And now you've given it to me.
I've told you nothing.
But your clothes say infinitely more than you could ever hope.
The mud smeared on your boots from where you’ve been walking.
A touch of red brick dust on your knee from where you’ve been kneeling.
A small bandage on your thumb from where you’ve been vowing.
A faint aroma of excrement from where you’ve been standing.
You and Blackwood laid the final torches to your ceremony in the sewers
beneath parliament
less than an hour ago.
Both houses meet today.
The whole government will be present.
It's a shame you made an enemy out of Blackwood, Holmes.
You would have made a valuable ally.
How terrible is wisdom.
when it brings no profit to the wise.
We take power at noon.
Then isn't anytime to waste then.
Guess not?
told you he’d be coming out of that top window soldier boy.
There isn't any way he’d be coming out of that terrace.
Technically that isn’t the top window, is it Sailor boy.
- Where was he? - It's the middle window.
Anyway, you’d be pleased to know that Lustrate played in his role perfectly
Actually, I think I rather enjoyed it.
I hope you know what you're doing, Holmes.
Here's the key.
You got what you needed from, Coward?
Yes, I smoked him out of the room with ease.
- Taylor? - Yes?
If you would captain, take us onto the bridge
Port side. proximately 100 yards beyond that you will find a tunnel, that leads us to the sewers.
Alright, sir.
Blackwood’s come back from hell and laid a curse upon this land
Behold, Blackwood's magic revealed.
What does it do?
It's a chemical weapon.
The first of its kind.
You deduced that, how?
From my pocket.
I snipped this of a rather common rat at the slaughterhouse.
Notice the bluish discolouration.
The faint smell of almonds, and traces of cyanide.
Now we know what the ginger midget was working on.
- It will revolutionize warfare. - Yes killing a lot of people.
Now, there's 7 minutes until noon. What are we gonna do?
She loves an entrance, your muse.
Shoot him! Now please!
My lords! My lords.
Time has come for any of those who believe, to remain.
Behold... Lord Blackwood.
You seem surprised.
I have returned from beyond the grave to fulfil England’s destiny.
and extend the boundaries of this great empire.
Listen to the rabble outside.
Listen...
to the fear.
I will use that as a weapon to control them...
and then the world.
I've never seen anything like it. Look at this.
It’s specifically designed to prevent us from disarming it.
These components seem to be specifically designed to receive some sort of signal.
Electromagnetic waves?
When triggered, the electrodes will send a charge
converting the chemical into gas.
and the gas will travel up that shaft
and filter through the ventilation system that leads directly to parliament.
Within seconds, the administration the most powerful men in the world will be choking to death
Blackwood must have some sort of transmitter
that connects them remotely.
Three minutes and ten seconds.
I will create an empire that will endure for a millennia
Indestructible and eternal.
Move it! Move it!
We don't have to actually disarm the device, we just have to remove the cylinders.
Yes.
Except that they're welded in. What we need is a controlled explosion.
We need a container to direct the blast my clay pipe should service that ambition
I rather wish you hadn't done that, Irene.
On the twelfth chime, I will summon the dark powers.
All of those who are with me shall be protected.
All others will perish.
I need your pipe.
Nut him!
A new order... begins now.
What are you waiting for?
That.
- Can you manage? - Of course I can.
Relax. I'm a doctor.
Did you take a wrong turning somewhere?
We're safe now.
Interesting assessment .
Run off.
I won't be chasing you anymore.
Fair thee well.
I don't want to run anymore.
I'll tell you everything.
I wish you would.
No!
There was never any magic.
Only conjuring tricks.
The simplest involves paying people off.
Like the prison guard who pretended to be possessed outside you cell.
Your reputation and the inmates fear did the rest.
Others required more elaborate preparations.
It was sand storm slab that covered your tomb.
you had it broken before your burial
then put back together using a mild adhesive.
An ancient Egyptian recipe, I believe.
A mixture of egg and honey, that was to be washed away by the rain.
Holmes!
Arranging for your father to drown in his own bathtub
required more modern science.
Very clever of, Reordan to find a paralytic
that was activated by the combination of copper and water.
and therefore was undetectable once the bath water was drained.
It would have been quite a challenge for me,
had he not also tested it on some unfortunate amphibian.
The death of Standish was a real mystery
until you used the same compound, to blow up the wharf.
An odourless, tasteless flammable liquid
yet it burned with an unusual pink tissue.
Did Standish mistake it for rain as he entered the temple.
All it took was a spark.
A simple rigged bullet in his gun.
Ingenious.
Like all great performers, you saved your pierce do résistance for the end.
A chemical weapon, distilled from cyanide.
and refined in the bellies of swine.
Had it worked, your followers in parliament would have watched unharmed
as their colleagues were dying around them.
They didn't know that you'd given them the antidote.
Instead they would have believed it was magic.
and that you'd harnessed the ultimate power.
and the world would have followed in fear, in the most powerful weapon of all.
You'd better hope it's nothing more than superstition,
as you performed all the rituals perfectly.
The devil's missing its soul, I'd say.
For god's sake, Holmes cut me loose!
First, the world will see you for what you are.
A fraud.
Then you will be hanged properly this time.
It's a long journey from here to the rope.
I've never woken up in handcuffs before.
I have.
Naked.
A storm is coming.
Well... we've still got a moment.
- Moriarty... - What?
That's his name.
And he is a professor.
Everyone has a weak spot.
And he found mine.
What was it precisely?
Please don't underestimate him.
He's just as brilliant as you are.
and infinitely more devious.
We'll see about that.
You'll miss me, Sherlock?
Sadly... yes.
- Afternoon, sir. I put the notebook in this one, sir. - Thank you.
What's in these, John?
- Scribbles. - Scribbles?
- Notes. - They’re your adventures!
I'd like to read them.
Come on, what's wrong?
I think his finally come to terms of you leaving?
Mary, look at the ring his given us.
Now 5 minutes here, and we'll go home.
Our home.
Careful on the stairs.
Don't worry, dear.
Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far to fond of himself for that.
Holmes!
Good afternoon.
I was trying to deduce in which the manner Blackwood survived his execution.
Clearing your good name as it were.
But it had a surprising suffocating effect on, and
I was carried off in the hands off, Morpheus
like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Good afternoon, dear.
Get on with it, Holmes.
Cleverly concealed in the hang-mans knot, was a hook
Oh dear, I think my legs have fallen asleep I should probably come down.
John, shouldn't we help him down?
No, no, I hate to cut him off midstream.
Carry on.
Well the executioner attached it to a harness.
Thus lowering the weight contributed around the waist and
the neck to remain intact.
Oh my lord, I can't feel my cheeks.
Might we continue this at ground level?
How did you manage it, Holmes?
I managed it with braces, belts and a coat hook.
Please, Watson, my tongue is going, I would be of no use to you at all.
- Worse things could happen. - John.
None of this, explains Blackwood's lack of pulse
Right.
Now the medical mystery.
We must restore your reputation, Watson.
There is a toxin refined from the nectar of rhododendron ponticum.
It's quite infamous in the region of Turkey, near the Black Sea, for it's
ability to induce an apparently mortal paralysis.
Even for a logical and well trained mind, even one as tenacious as your own.
It's known locally as...
What's wrong with Gladston?
Mad honey's disease.
His demonstrating the very effects that I just described.
He doesn't mind.
Mary don't worry. he's seen far worse.
Mr. Holmes?
Doctor, Miss Mary...
Sorry. Inspector Lestrade asks you come with me right away.
What is it this time, Clarky?
It’s one of our sergeants, sir.
He went missing in the sewers the day, you stopped Lord Blackwood.
I’m afraid the sewage workers found his body just this morning, sir
We believe the sergeant, was the first man at the scene...
Can I help you, officer?
Shot in the head.
Was it a small calibre bullet?
Yes.
Was there powdered burns on his eyebrows?
Indeed, sir.
Point blank range.
Moriarty.
Professor Moriarty.
There's a good boy!
Everything's gonna be fine.
Where is Blackwood's device now?
Secret Service have it, sir.
They've taken over the case.
I bet there's a piece missing.
So Moriarty was after a piece of the machine.
Not the poison.
There’s nothing more elusive than an obvious fact.
The wire free invention was the goal all along.
And Adler was just the diversion.
He knew I'd chase after her,
there by leaving the machine accessible.
The technology of that kind can be worth, an untold fortune.
Imagine being able to control a radio device simply by sending a command via radio waves.
It's the future, Watson.
I've loaded the last of your boxes, sir.
- Well... - Well...
Gladston!
Stop him before he gets to the front door.
Clarky?
Case reopened.
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