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.
Full faculty of recovery: 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's the inspector?
He's 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'd say 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.
Pick him up, lads.
If you don't mind.
Get him out of my sight.
And you were supposed to wait for my orders.
If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse...
...and chasing a rumor.
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.
Me nerves are the best they've been in years, thanks to you.
Tell me something:
Your new premises... when are you moving in?
I should be in within the week.
Cavendish Place.
And there will be a woman's touch too.
- Well, that's marvelous. - Indeed.
Good God!
- That was gunfire! - No. No, no.
Hammer on nail, wasn't it?
My colleague, 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 won't!
Mrs. Hudson...
I won't go in there by myself! Not while he's got a gun in his hand!
You don't have 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.
Could you have a longer engagement?
I smell gunpowder.
This is not right you know! Not in a domestic environment.
Thank you, Captain Phillip.
Perhaps a nice cup of tea...
This same time next week.
Come along, 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 suppresses the sound of a gunshot.
It's not working.
Can I see that?
You know it's been three months since your last case?
Gently. Gently, Watson. Be gentle with me.
I do think it's time you found another one.
I can't but agree.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work.
The sooner the better.
Paper.
Let's see then. There's a letter here.
From... Mrs. Ramsey of Queen's Park.
Her husband's disappeared.
He's in Belgium with the scullery maid.
Is it November?
Yes, Holmes. Alright.
Lady Radford reports...
Oh, her emerald bracelet has disappeared.
Insurance swindle.
Lord Radford likes 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...
I'm thinking of one case that intrigues me at present.
The curious case of Mrs. Hudson,
The absentee landlady.
I've been studying her comings and goings.
- They appear to be most... sinister. - Tea, Mr. Holmes?
Is it poisoned, "nanny"?
There's enough of that in you already.
Don't touch. Everything is in its proper place,
...as per usual, "nanny."
Oh! He's killed the dog... again.
What have you done to Gladstone, now!?
I was simply testing a new anesthetic.
He doesn't mind.
Holmes...
as your doctor...
He'll be straight as a trivet 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,
...at all.
- So, you're free this evening? - Absolutely.
- Dinner? - Wonderful.
- The Royale? - My favorite.
Mary's coming.
- Not available. - You're meeting her, Holmes!
Have you proposed yet?
No, I haven't found the right ring.
Well, then it's not official.
It's happening, whether you like it or not.
8:30, the Royale.
- Wear a jacket. - You wear a jacket.
- Holmes! - Hmm?
You're early.
Fashionably.
Miss Mary Morsten.
Ahh, 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.
Pleasure is mine.
It really is quite a thrill to meet you, Mr. Holmes.
I've heard so much about you.
I have a pile of detective novels at home: of Collins, Poe...
It's true.
It can seem a little far-fetched though sometimes.
Making these grand assumptions out of such 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.
See his walking stick? A rare African snakewood...
...hiding a blade of high-tensile steel.
A few were rewarded to veterans of the Afghan War,
...so I can assume he's a decorated soldier.
Strong, brave, born to be a man of action.
And neat, like all military men.
Now, I check his pockets.
Ahh! A stub from a boxing match.
Now, I can infer that 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 that that's... - Not at dinner.
- Perhaps another time. - I insist.
- You insist? - You remember that we discussed this.
The lady insists.
- You are a governess. - Well done.
Yes, well done. Shall we... Waiter!
Your student... It's a boy of eight.
Charlie is seven, actually.
Then he's tall for his age. He flicked ink at you today.
- Is there ink on my face? - There's nothing wrong with your face.
There are two drops on your ear, in fact.
India blue is nearly impossible to wash off.
Anyway, a very impetuous act by the boy,
...but you're too experienced to react rashly...
...which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.
Pearls, diamonds, flawless ruby, hardly...
...the gems of a governess.
However, the jewels you're not wearing tell us rather more.
- Holmes! - You were engaged.
The ring is gone. But the lighter skin where it once sat...
...suggests that you spent some time abroad wearing it proudly.
That is, until you were informed of its true and rather modest worth,
...at which point you broke off the engagement
...and returned to England for better prospects.
A doctor, perhaps?
Right on all counts, Mr. Holmes, but for one.
I didn't leave him.
He died.
Well done, old boy.
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Get up and fight! Come on!
Get up!
That's it, big man. We're done.
You've won. Congratulations.
Oi! We ain't done yet.
This mustn't 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 wild haymaker. Employ elbow block.
And body shot.
Block thorough left.
Weaken that jaw.
Now fracture.
Break cracked ribs.
Traumatize solar plexus.
Dislocate jaw entirely.
Heel kick to diaphragm.
In summary: ears ringing,
jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken,
diaphragm hemorrhaging.
Physical recovery: 6 weeks.
Full psychological recovery: 6 months.
Capacity to spit at back of head:
Neutralized.
Where did that come from?
What the hell is going on here, Charlie?
Lord Blackwood put him under some kind of spell, sir.
It's like he's burning from the inside out!
Shut up!
Charlie? Charlie!
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 merely as an experiment
has brought me to the threshold of a monumental discovery.
Now, if I play a 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 atonal clusters.
Voila!
They fly in counter-clockwise,
synchronized concentric circles.
As a regimented flock.
Watson, this is exceptional.
I, using musical theory, have created order out of 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?
- Right. - Clean yourself up.
You are Blackwood's last request.
Look at those towering structures.
It's the first combination of bascule- 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 checkbook,
locked safely away in my drawer.
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 the 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 would like it back. - I thought we agreed.
I want it back.
This way, Mr. Holmes.
Blackwood certainly seems to have got the crowd in something of a fear frenzy.
Well, I'm certain it will disperse once his feet have stopped twitching.
Care to come along?
No, you are on your own, old cock.
I've no business with him while he's alive.
Suit yourself, "mother hen".
It seems you have lots of rooms to let.
We had to move the prisoners, sir.
Otherwise we were 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, sir.
And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea,
having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns,
and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.
And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast:
and they worshipped the beast, saying,
who is like unto the beast?
And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard,
and his feet were the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion.
And the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.
I love what you've done with the place.
So glad you could 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...
while my heart went out primarily to the families of the victims,
I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery...
in the stroke of your brush.
You're too kind.
However, by comparison, your work in the crypt
was more akin to a finger painting.
So now you're curious as to whether there's a larger game afoot?
Either that or, um...
Shortly, my friend will pronounce you dead...
...and I thought I might keep him company.
Your mistake is to imagine that...
...anything earthly has led to this moment.
Your error of judgment is to assume that I'm holding the brush at all.
I'm merely the channel.
Well, my only wish is that I could have caught you sooner.
You see... five lives might have been spared.
Those lives were a necessity.
A sacrifice.
Five otherwise meaningless creatures called to serve a greater purpose.
I wonder if they'd let Watson and me dissect your brain?
After you're hanged, of course.
I'd wager there's 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 will twist the very fabric of nature.
But beneath your mask of logic I sense a fragility...
...that worries me.
Steel your mind, Holmes.
I need you.
I say, you've come a long way down from the House of Lords.
- Then 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,
or 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'll need it, Father. Not for 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 the 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.
I much prefer to travel in the winter.
Here, I brought you these. All the way from Syria.
I found these exquisite dates in Jordan,
and your favorite...
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 Velasquez portrait from the King of Spain."
"Missing naval documents lead to the resignation of the Bulgarian prime minister...
"Scandalous affair and engagement of...
Hapsburg Prince to Romanov Princess."
I was 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 Maharajah'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're 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 will find all the information you need inside.
Who are you working for?
So, I'll have to find it the hard way.
Keep your money, I didn't say I'd take the case.
Well, consider it a wager that you will.
Do 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 wager he will have our man within the next 24 hours.
He'd better.
Reordan is the key to what Blackwood was doing.
He's essential to my plan.
What's he doing? Can't you see where you're going?
Get off out of it!
A little... should go a long way, sir.
Rubbing the calluses off these
God save the queen!
God save the Queen, sir.
Get off out of it!
Look at you.
Why is the only woman you ever cared about...
a world class criminal?
Are you a masochist?
Allow me to explain...
Allow me!
She is the only adversary who ever outsmarted you... twice.
Made a proper idiot out of you.
Right. You've had your fun.
- What's 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 could sit on her 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 ten, red hair, no front teeth. Case solved!
You obviously not her type.
She likes ginger dwarfs.
Midget.
- So, you agree. - No, I don't agree.
It's more than a technicality, you see?
You are misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples.
I've said too much. I can tell. I've upset you.
No, I'm 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 false nose? - A false nose? No.
- Tell me, if that was... - That wasn't.
Holmes! Where are you going?
Watson?
Help! Watson!
Got some flowers for you, sweetheart.
Cut you a deal because you're so pretty.
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 knew.
This man intrigues me, Watson. He's got Adler on edge.
Which is no mean feat.
She's intimidated She's scared of him.
Yet she works for him.
Right.
It's nothing to do with me, but I'd advise you...
...leave the case alone.
Well, I may not have a choice. Hmm?
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 what's in your hand out of my face.
- Mr. Holmes! - Clarky!
Sir, Inspector Lestrade asks that you come with me, at once.
What's he done now? Lost his way to Scotland Yard?
Watson, grab a compass. You means us.
No, "you" means you.
It's Lord Blackwood, sir. He, uh...
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?
Groundskeeper 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 that's at stake here.
Don't try that.
Have the newspapers 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, are you 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 is dead or not.
Who do you think won the match, Clarky?
- Sir? - The rugby match.
Your boys have done a magnificent job 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 sandstone, half a ton each, if they're a pound,
and they're smashed open from the inside.
Lestrade. What of the coffin?
We are in the process of bringing it up now.
I see.
Right.
At what stage of the process? Contemplative?
And how is our witness?
He's over there.
And apparently he's cata... cat...
Catatonic, sir.
- He's not feeling very well. - Yes.
Now, if you lot don't stop behaving like a bunch of quivering milkmaids,
you're on double time!
Now you get down there and you bring that coffin up... Now!
Good day, sir!
It's all right.
I'm a doctor.
The man's in shock.
He may need a few moments.
The witness stated 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?
Diptera is...
approximately...
two-thirds of an inch...
which would put the time of death at between ten and twelve 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 it and clean this lot up.
You really believe he was resurrected?
The question is not "if" but "how". The game's afoot.
"Follow your spirit, and upon this charge."
"Cry: God for Harry, England and St. George!"
Why that certain fish and chips store, I don't understand.
Well, there's a particular beer they use in their back.
A 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 the placement of the bullets that killed him.
You have to admit, Holmes, that...
a supernatural explanation to this case, is theoretically possible.
No. Agreed, but...
it's a huge mistake to theorize before one has data.
Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to suit theories
instead of theories to suit facts.
That said, I believe Adler's midget is the key to this.
Right. Scratches around the keyhole where the watch is wound.
What does that tell you?
The man was likely a drunk.
Every time he wound the watch, his hand would slip, 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 scored..
- Pawn brokers marks. - Excellent.
The most recent of which are "M.H, M.H. M.H is for...
Maddison and Haig.
They should be able to give us an address.
What a coincidence.
There is one thing you've failed to deduce from the watch, Holmes.
Really? I think not.
The time.
I have to get back, Holmes.
Taking tea with the in-laws.
- Reckon 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 woman.
Even if it's to do with Mary?
I see two men.
Brothers. Not in blood, but in bond.
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, Holmes.
- Does your depravity know no bounds? - No.
Oh, she turns to fat and she has a beard...
What of the warts?
- She's covered in warts. - Enough! Enough!
- Are they extensive? - Please, enough!
It's the most apt prediction Flora has made in years.
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 the macabre.
- Do you have cut...? - Admit it! Admit it!
- Give me my money! - Admit it!
Holmes.
Oh, I see.
Thank you.
Well, you've got your ring and I've got my address for the ginger midget.
Should be just there.
I think she'll really like this.
And I have some change in my pocket.
- Shall I look after it for you? - No, no.
- Don't give it away here. - No.
I have to go see Mary.
Give her 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.
Something did.
Irene Adler 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...
let's see what he was trying to dispose of.
Potassium and magnesium.
Sulfutic acid.
To suck the iron right out of the ink. As long as it's not too burnt.
Peculiar.
Hydrated rhododendron.
- Holmes. - Hm?
Look at the crest.
Reordan was working with Blackwood.
Of course he was.
The question is... to what end?
Whatever he was working on...
he clearly succeeded.
How so?
Otherwise, he'd still be alive.
Which is why Miss Adler is so desperate to find him.
Yes.
There's one odor 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's tool kit,
you're here to burn down the building and extinguish all evidence therein.
Just one minute, boys.
Oh, Dredger!
Is there a problem?
Meat...
or potatoes?
My ten minutes are up.
You all right?
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-defense.
I've been reviewing my notes, our exploits over the last seven months.
Would you like to know my conclusion?
I am psychologically disturbed.
How so?
Why else would I continually be 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 complain about you practicing the violin at 3 in the morning?
or your mess, your general lack of hygiene
or the fact that you steal my clothes?
We have a barter system.
When do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms?
- Our rooms. - The rooms.
When do I complain that you experiment on my dog?
- Our dog. It's our dog! - On the... on the dog!
What I do take issue...
...is your campaign to sabotage my relationship with Mary.
I understand.
- Do you? - I do.
- I don't think you do. - You're overtired.
- Yes. - You're feeling a bit sensitive.
I'm not sensitive.
What you need is a rest.
My brother, Mycroft, has a small estate near Chichester.
Beautiful grounds. There's a folly.
- We could throw a lamb on the spit. - We?
Holmes, if I were to go to the country it would be with my future wife.
Well, certainly, if we must...
Not you, Mary and I!
- You are not... - What? Invited?
Why would I not be invited to my own brother's country home?
- Watson, now, you're not making any sense! - You're not human!
John Watson?
Yes?
Your bail has been posted.
Mary.
Just Watson.
I hope you get bail by breakfast, because the 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, Big Joe. - Always a pleasure, Mr. Holmes.
Thank heaven you're here, Lestrade. I'd almost ran out of jokes.
You know, in another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal.
Yes, and you, sir, an excellent policeman.
Tomsky! Thank you.
Now, please tell me you have answers.
- All in good time, Lestrade. - All in good time?
What is this, some parlor game, where we've to guess what you're thinking?
I've got a public in frenzy out there. Now if you don't fill me in,
then I'll have you in there playing Victoria and Albert...
quicker than a bookie's 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 gonna 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 Saffron Hill,
the only baker to use a...
certain French glaze on their loaves, a Brittany sage.
After that the carriage forked left, then right
a tell-tale bump over the Fleet conduit.
And as to who you are...
that took every ounce of my not, inconsiderable experience.
The letters on your desk are addressed to Sir Thomas Rotheram,
Lord Chief Justice. That would be your official title.
Who you really are...
is of course another matter entirely.
Judging by the sacred Ox on your ring
you're also the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders
in whose headquarters we now sit,
on the northwest corner of St. James Square, I think.
As to the mystery, the only mystery is...
why you bothered to blindfold me at all.
Yes, well, standard procedure I suppose.
I dare say, we've the right man, gentlemen.
Sherlock Holmes, Ambassador Standish from America
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 skeptical as you like, but our secret systems
have steered the world towards the greater good for centuries.
The 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 more infectious condition.
In this instance...
fear of your own child.
Blackwood is your son.
You've the same irises, a rare dark green, with diamond-shaped hazel flecks.
Together with identical outer ears, or pinna,
which are only pass down through the direct bloodline,
which makes you, by necessity, either brothers or...
in this case, more likely, father and son.
Very few people are privy to that information.
And we 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 wherever he went.
Those five girls were not the first to be butchered.
He killed many more using them to enhance his powers.
No one could prove anything, of course, but we all knew.
The boy was a curse.
We've done our best to stop him ourselves, but it's 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.
He's gonna 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 considerable influence over the police.
So...
Name your price.
Well, the great benefit of being a consulting detective is that...
...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?
If the rest of his family is dead...
how long do you expect to survive?
Food for thought!
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Well, perhaps you'll have better luck opening that.
Margaux '58. Comet vintage.
How fascinating that an astronomical event can affect the quality...
How is it going with our case you refuse to take?
...of the wine.
Oh, 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...
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 lapel.