But 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 a "You're in over your head Irene" visit.
Whoever killed Reordon was covering their tracks,
which makes you the next loose end 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 am in danger, so are you.
Come with me.
What if we trusted each other?
You're not listening.
I'm taking you... to either the 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?
Never.
Madam, I need you to remain calm.
And trust me, I'm a professional.
Beneath 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 fervor so troubling
there's no latitude for misunderstanding.
- Faith runs riot over reason, sir. - Indeed.
And chambermaids were once such a liberal breed.
My wife's a chambermaid.
Anyhow.
It's a good thing she was offended, sir, or we might never have found you.
The inspector's been over to Baker Street himself this morning, sir.
Just joking about the wife, sir.
We've checked everything, sir.
No sign of a break-in and the butler didn't hear a thing.
So, body in the bathtub. 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 to catch the killer, not to provide comfort to the corpse.
What is that?
Jasmine bath salt, sir.
Superb. Probably comes from a larger container.
It will either be in the pantry
high up, where it's warm and dry, or in a linen cupboard with a vent.
And constable, you could do worse than to check the ground under the rear window
for any sign of footprints, not your own.
Data, data, data! I cannot make bricks without clay.
Mr Holmes?
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 is capable of.
Of course he does.
That's why we are here.
That's why we are all here.
My powers and my assets were given to me for one purpose.
Magnificent...
...but 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 will 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 as 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 are 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.
Help me!
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 is fine.
Who is he?
He's the man who tried to kill you at Reordan's lodgings.
I suppose his neck didn't survive the impact of Dredger landing on him.
Yes... thanks for that, by the way.
But there is some consolation in the knowledge...
...that he can still be of service to his fellow man.
Elbows and arms stained with blood,
but it's older than his own injuries.
None of it human.
He's not a butcher. Let me see...
Yellow flame. Green bursts.
An industrial worker.
Coal. River silt.
And the slag 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 registry of members' interests?
It's on the step-ladder.
Blackwood's had his hand in just about everything that is corrosive to the spirit.
Woolwich Arsenal.
Limehouse Chemical Works.
It would 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.
Queenshithe 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 we were trying to be discreet.
You would not last one day in the navy!
Holmes, are you sure there is no other alternative means of...
water transportation than that?
I guarantee you nobody knows London's waterways better.
Tanner's practically a fish himself.
He certainly drinks like one.
Oh, you've found a sense of humor, doctor!
If only just a sense.
I better take over. A bit tricky down here.
Come on. Come.
- 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.
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- One-eighteen. - Chapter and verse.
Revelations 1:18. "I am he that liveth, and was dead."
"And 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.
I want you to bear 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 is 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 band saw.
No matter. We have plenty of time.
Holmes...
- It's not working! - Keep calm.
Holmes! Hurry up!
Don't get excited.
Turn off that valve.
And we bounce in three...
...two,
...one.
Thank you.
I'm gonna get after Blackwood.
Thank you.
We should... help the doctor.
Holmes!
Lord Coward has issued a warrant for your arrest, sir.
Watson is alive.
Just get out of here, sir. Go, sir, go!
Will the train be departing on time?
The trains 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 Reordan.
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 Reordon was making for Blackwood.
Finish the job...
or the next dead body will be 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 would say that 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 it seriously, are you, Holmes?
Holmes, accept this was beyond your control.
- Tomorrow at mid-day, the world will end. - I've got a public in frenzy out there.
Holmes!
You and I are bound together on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature.
Steel your mind, Holmes.
He's gonna raise a force that will alter 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 is nothing you can do to save them.
We know you don't believe in magic.
Reordon was working with Blackwood.
He felt something was coming to get him.
and the only thing missing was his ring.
Give up, Holmes.
This is a riddle you cannot solve.
Good morning.
Now... you need to work.
Familiar artwork.
You look gorgeous.
Somehow 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 the shrapnel out myself.
Mary said I had a lousy doctor.
Well I'm... I'm just so...
very glad that you're... well...
...with us.
Now that you're sitting comfortably, I shall begin.
My initial approach was far too narrow.
When Blackwood invited me to Pentonville prison,
he suggested I widen my gaze
and at minimum, I have done just that.
In fact, I may well have reconciled thousands of years of theological disparity.
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 Orders for centuries.
To fully understand the system, to get inside it
I re-enacted the ceremony we interrupted at the crypt...
...with a few enhancements of my own.
My journey took me so much farther down the rabbit hole than I had intended.
And though I dirtied my fluffy white tail...
I have emerged... enlightened.
A fraternity who silently controlled the Empire
shared the belief with the 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' secret chamber I found the bone of an ox
the tooth of a lion, the feather of an eagle, and the hair of a man.
Map.
The points of the star represent the five murdered girls.
But the cross is what we are now interested in.
It's a widely held belief that within the architecture of the great cities
are coded references to this system.
Since he rose from the grave Blackwood has killed three men.
Each murder was committed at a location
that has a direct connection with the temple.
Therefore the system.
Reordon, the ginger midget, represents man.
We found his body here.
Sir Thomas, Master of the Temple, wore the ox ring.
He died here.
Standish, ambassador to America,
where the eagle has been the national emblem for over a hundred years.
The headquarters of the Temple of the Four Orders, where he died...
...is here.
Correspondingly, 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.
Right.
You four stay here, the rest of you come with me.
Right this way.
Ladies first.
- Follow these instructions. - Aren't you going?
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 that it's unorthodox.
But Mr. Holmes here,
he's been making some serious accusations about you,
and the Order.
I see.
Well, at least this solves the great mystery as to how you became inspector.
Excuse me, my lord.
But I've been wanting to do that for a long time.
Well, Inspector, I have five minutes before my next engagement.
So why don't you regale me with your stories of conspiracy.
Thank you, Lestrade.
My lord.
I'm curious, Coward. Did you assist Blackwood in all the murders...
or just the one I prevented?
Very distinctive those handmade shoes of yours.
But the price of quality is often the unique imprint they leave.
Nonetheless, I confess to being completely outmatched.
I could deduce very little from my investigation.
Fortunately there is 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 is Parliament, isn't it?
Very clever.
But it's not murder, Mr. Holmes.
It's mercy.
We are giving the weak masses a strong shepherd.
Don't you see that it's for their own...
No, but I don't care much what you think.
I 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 have been vowing.
A faint aroma of excrement from where you've been standing.
You and Blackwood laid the final touches 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.
There isn't any time to waste then...
is there?
I told you he'd be coming out the top window, soldier boy.
There isn't any way he'd be coming over that terrace.
Well technically, that isn't the top window, is it, sailor boy?
- What is it? - Well, it's the middle window.
Anyway...
You will be pleased to know that Lestrade performed his role perfectly.
I think he rather enjoyed it.
I hope you know what you're doing, Holmes.
Here's the key.
You got all you needed from Coward?
Yes, I smoked him out with relative ease.
- Tanner? - Yes?
If you would, Captain, take us onto the bridge,
port side, approximately 100 yards,
beyond that you will find the tunnel that leads us to the sewers.
Right away, sir.
The end is nigh.
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 off a rather recumbent rat at the slaughterhouse.
Note the blue discoloration.
The faint smell of bitter almonds, tell-tale traces of cyanide.
Now we know what the ginger midget was working on.
It will revolutionize warfare.
Yes, killing a lot of people.
Now, it's seven minutes to noon. What are we gonna do?
Right. Then we must be careful.
She loves an entrance, your muse.
Shoot him! Now, please!
My lords! My lords!
My lords!
Time has come for only those who believe, to remain.
Behold... Lord Blackwood.
You seem surprised.
I have returned from beyond the grave to fulfill 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 appear to be designed to receive a signal of some sort.
Electromagnetic waves?
When triggered the electrodes will send a charge
converting the chemical into gas.
The gas will travel up that shaft
and filter through the ventilation system that leads directly to Parliament.
Within seconds of its administration, the most powerful men in the world
will be choking on death.
Blackwood must have some kind of transmitter...
that connect with it remotely.
Three minutes, ten seconds.
I will create an empire that will endure for millennia.
Indestructible... and eternal.
Move it! Move it!
We don't actually have to 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 serve us that ambition.
I rather wish you hadn't done that, Irene.
On the twelfth chime, I will summon the dark powers.
All those of you who are with me shall be protected.
All others will perish.
I need your pipe.
Nut him!
A new order...
begins now.
Hold on!
What are you waiting for?
That.
Apprehend Lord Coward!
- 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.
Fare thee well.
I don't want to run anymore.
I'll tell you everything.
I wish you would.
No!
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There was never any magic.
Only conjuring tricks.
The simplest involved paying people off.
Like the prison guard who pretended to be obsessed outside your cell.
Your reputation and the inmates' fear did the rest.
Others required more elaborate preparations.
Like the sandstone slab that covered your tomb.
You had it broken before your burial
and then put back together using a mild adhesive.
An ancient Egyptian recipe, I believe.
A mixture of egg and honey.
Designed 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 was therefore undetectable once the bath water was drained.
It might have been quite a challenge for me...
had he not also tested it on some unfortunate amphibians.
The death of Standish was a real mystery
until you used the same compound to blow up the wharf.
An odorless, tasteless, flammable liquid
yet it burned with an unusual pinkish hue.
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 piece de resistance 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 had 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.
Fear being the most powerful weapon of all.
You'd better hope that it's nothing more than superstition
as you performed all the rituals perfectly.
The devil's due a 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.
Where 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 notebooks in this one, sir.
- Thank you. - What's in these, John?
- Scribbles. - Scribbles?
- Notes. - They're your adventures?
I would like to read them.
Come on, what's wrong?
Do you think he's finally come to terms with you leaving?
Mary, look at the ring he has given us.
Now, five 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 too fond of himself for that.
Holmes!
Good afternoon.
I was trying to deduce the manner in which Blackwood survived his execution.
Clearing your good name, as it were.
But it had a surprisingly soporific effect on
and I was carried off in the arms of Morpheus,
like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Good afternoon, dear.
Get on with it, Holmes.
Cleverly concealed in the hangman's 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, no. I hate to cut him off midstream.
Carry on.
Well, the executioner attached it to a harness,
thus allowing the weight to be distributed around the waist and the neck...
to remain intact.
Oh, my lord, I can't feel my cheeks.
Might... 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'll be no use to you at all.
- Worse things could happened. - John.
Here. 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 the rhododendron ponticum.
It's quite infamous in the region of Turkey bordering the Black Sea
for its ability to induce an apparently mortal paralysis.
Enough to mislead a medical mind even as tenacious and well-trained as your own.
It's known locally as...
What's wrong with Gladstone?
...mad honey disease.
Well, he is demonstrating the very effect I've just described.
He doesn't mind.
Mary, don't worry. He's seen far worse.
Mr. Holmes?
Doctor, Miss Mary...
Sir, Inspector Lestrade asks that 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 sewage workers found his body just this morning, sir.
We believe the sergeant was our first man on the scene.
Can I help you, officer?
Shot in the head.
Was it a small caliber bullet?
Yes.
Was there powder 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'd wager 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 game all along.
And Adler was just the diversion.
He knew I'd chase after her
thereby leaving the machine accessible.
The technology of that kind would be worth an untold fortune.
Imagine being able to control any 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.
Gladstone!
Stop him before he gets to the front door.
Clarky?
Case reopened.
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