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?
Thought I'd forgotten something.
- I thought I'd left the stove on. - You did.
I think that's quite enough.
You are 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 would 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's 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.
Couldn't you have a longer engagement?
I smell gunpowder. This is not right you know! Not in a domestic environment.
Thank you, Captain Philips.
Perhaps a nice cup of tea.
Same time next week.
Come along, Captain. It's quiet downstairs.
Mrs. Hudson? Bring something to cheer him up.
Permission to enter the armory.
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 is in a terrible condition, giving me problems, giving me work.
The sooner the better.
Paper.
Let's see that. There's a letter here.
Mrs. Ramsey ... of Queen's Park.
Her husband's disappeared.
He's in Belgium, with the scullery maid.
Is it November?
Yes, Holmes. What?
Lady Radford reports ...
oh, her emerald bracelet has disappeared.
Insurance swindle.
Lord Radford likes fast women and slow ponies.
I see you are 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 is 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 has taken so long for him to introduce us properly.
The pleasure is mine.
It's 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 farfetched 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 over there? African snakewood?
Hiding a blade of high tensile steel.
A few were rewarded to veterans of the Afghan War.
so I can assume he is a decorated soldier.
Strong, brave, brave born to be an adventurer.
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? - Do you remember we discussed this?
The lady insists.
- You are a governess. - Well done.
Yes, well done. Should 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 is nothing wrong with your face.
There are two drops on your ear, in fact.
India blue is almost impossible to wash off.
Anyway, a very impetuous act by the boy,
which you have experienced many times, which is why ...
the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.
Pearls, diamonds, flawless ruby, hardly ...
the gems of a governess.
However, that jewels you are not wearing tells us rather more.
- Holmes! - You were engaged.
The ring has gone, but the lightness of the skin where it once sat suggests ...
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 you returned to England for a better prospect.
A doctor, perhaps?
You're right on all counts, Mr. Holmes, but for one.
I didn't leave him.
He died.
Well done, old boy.
Stand up and fight!
Come on!
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 left cheek.
Discombobulate.
Dazed, he'll attempt wild haymaker. Employ elbow block.
Block thorough left.
Weaken that jaw.
Now fracture.
Break cracked ribs.
Traumatized 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, Charley?
Lord Blackwood put him under some kind of spell, sir.
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 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.
It is a regimented flock.
Watson, this is exceptional.
I, using musical theory, have created order from chaos.
How do 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's 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 that the opera house is featuring "Don Giovanni"?
I could easily have procured a couple of tickets.
If you have any cultural inclinations this evening.
You have a grand gift of silence, Watson.
That makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
I knew she'd been engaged.
She had told me.
So that's no to the opera, then.
That was my waistcoat.
I thought we agreed that 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'd enough business with him when he was alive.
Suit yourself, "mother hen."
It seems that you have lots of rooms to let.
Yes. Had to move the prisoners, sir.
Otherwise we were going to have a riot on our hands.
He has a peculiar effect on the inmates as though...
he can get inside their heads.
I am 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?
the beast which I just saw had the body of a leopard,
but had feet of a bear and the mouth was the mouth of a lion.
The dragon gave his power unto the beast, and his seat and great authority.
I love what you've done with the place.
So glad you could accept my invitation.
I have just 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 the criminal mastery ...
in the stroke of your brush.
You are 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 logic in my foot?
Either that or ...
Shortly my friend will pronounce you dead,
and I'm thought to maybe keep you company.
Your mistake is to imagine ...
that anything earthly led us 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 was that I could have caught you sooner.
Five lives might have been spared.
Those lives were a necessity.
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 hang, of course.
I am sure that is some deformity that would be scientifically significant.
Then you too could serve a greater purpose.
Holmes, you must widen your case.
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.
- 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.
For by the time you realize you made all 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’ will 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 is 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 of the King of Spain.
"and missing naval documents lead to the resignation of the Bulgarian prime minister,
scandalous affair and engagement of ... "
"perhaps to both Romanov princes."
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, 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 out 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 she doing? Can't you see where you're going?
Get off out of it!
A little will go a long way, sir.
Rubbing these calluses off this ...
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? - Time to press on.
What could she possibly need?
It doesn't matter.
A beard. A human canoe.
She could sit on her back and paddle you up the Thames.
This is no consequence to you.
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 do not have time.
She likes ginger dwarfs.
Midgets.
- So, you agree. - No, I don't agree.
It's more than a technicality.
You are misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples.
I've said too much. I can tell. I've upset you.
No, I am simply stating that one has ...
What are 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 you going?
Watson?
Help! Watson!
Got some flowers for you, sweetheart.
Cut you a deal because you're so pretty.
Oh, my lucky day!
I got gold if you do some for me.
Do not move!
Now what have we got here?
Thank you.
That's the Irene I knew.
This plan 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 is 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 ...
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 the time, Holmes.
And on the third day ...
These slabs were 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 ...
2/3 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 ...Um ...
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.
There's a particular beer they serve. 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 is 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 our 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 and 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.
- Predicting 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 hela, gypsy woman.
Even if it's to do with Mary?
I see two men.
Brothers. Not in blood, but in bond.
What of Mary?
And from Mary. For marriage. Oh, you will be married.
Go on.
I see patterned table cloths and ...
chain of figurines ...
lace doilies ...
Doilies.
Lace doilies, Holmes.
- Does your depravity know no bounds? - No.
Oh, she turns to fat and she has a beard and she has a big wart ...
What of the warts?
- She is covered in warts. - Enough!
- Are they extensive? - Please, enough!
It's a most apt prediction Flora has made,
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 my money?
- Admit it! Admit it! - Give me my money!
Holmes.
I see.
Thank you.
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.
Ahhh, 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, magnesium.
Sultafitic acid.
Try to take the ion out of the ink. As long as it's not too burnt.
Peculiar.
Hydrated rhododendron.
Holmes. 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.
- Brown sugar! - Toffee. - Apple.
Let me guess.
Judging by your arsenous tool kit,
You're here to burn down the building and extinguish all evidence therein.
Just one minute, boys.
Oh, Dredger!
There a problem?
Meat ...
or potatoes?
My ten minutes are up.
You all right?
Holmes.
What is that?
Holmes!
Watson ...
What on earth 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 could say it was in 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 for me?
Why else?
You never complained about my methods before.
- I'm not complaining. - You're not?
What do you call this?
How am I complaining? I never complain!
When do I complain about you practicing the violin at 3 in the morning?
Or your mess, or 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. | - On the dog! - It's our dog!
Where 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 falling ...
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?
- You are 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?"
Not 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.
Please tell me you have answers.
All in good time, Lestrade.
All in good time? What is this, some parlor game where we have to guess what you’re thinking?
I've got a public in frenzy out there.
Now if you don't fill me in 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 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 Saffron Hill.
the only baker to use a certain French glaze on their loaves, a Brittany sage.
After that the carriage fork left and right ...
a telltale bump at the Fleet conduit.
And as to who you are ...
it took every ounce of my not inconsiderable experience.
The letters on your desk are addressed to Sir Thomas Rodrum.
You are 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 are 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.
The only mystery that remains is why you bothered to blindfold me at all.
Yes ... Well, standard procedure I suppose.
I dare say we have 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.
Yes ... they are practically interesting.
Be as skeptical as you like, but our secret systems ...
have steered the world for 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 have the same irises, a rare dark green. The diamond-shaped hazel flanks.
Together with identical arterias which are only passed downthrough direct blood lines,
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'd done our best to stop him ourselves, but it was not enough.
His power grows daily.
His resurrection is evidence of that.
But what he does next will be far more dangerous.
His secret lies in the book of spells. This is the source of his power.
He's 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 considerable influence over the police.
So ...
Name your price.
Well, of great benefit to 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.
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?
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 apparel.
I've never known a teacher to carry a gun and on such a clever contraption.
Eyepatch. Nice touch.
So ... case closed.
Which makes this a social visit.
No. It's a your 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?
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 fanaticism so troubling.
There's no latitude for misunderstandings.
That's right. Rhyme over reason.
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.
I'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 are 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 for 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 is 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 that are 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 is 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 damned 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 newfound 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.
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 do you want me to put it, 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.
Elbow is long stained with blood.
But it's ultimately his own injuries.
I don't know if it's human. It's not a butcher. Let me see ...
Yellow Flame. Green burst.
An industrial worker.
Coal. River silt.
And the stripe 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 embassy interests?
It's on the stepladder.
Blackwood has had his hand in almost everything that is 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.
Queen's Heights 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.
Glad to see that 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.
Tim is practically a fish himself.
He certainly drinks like one.
Oh, you found a sense of humor, doctor.
If only just a sense.
Better take over. Bit tricky down here.
Come on.
- Look familiar? - Yes.
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.
- 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.
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 your 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 bandsaw.
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 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 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.
You 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 that it was worse than wounds.
Solve this!
Whatever it takes.
It's Lord Blackwood, sir.
I've never been in over my head.
I tried to leave the case alone.
... you're not taking it seriously, are you, Holmes.
... this was beyond your control.
... tomorrow at midday, the world will end public in frenzy ...
Holmes!
You and I are bound together on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature.
... steel your mind, Holmes.
... raise a force that will alter the very course of the world ...
... increases in power.
... 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.
... 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 ...
Took the shrapnel out myself.
Mary said I had a lousy doctor.
Well then ... um ... 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 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 reenacted 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 an 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 ...
a coded reference system exists.
Since he arose 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 ...
The headquarters for 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 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 that 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. Lion is the 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 you he'd be coming out the top window, soldier boy. There isn't any way ...
he'd be coming off of that terrace.
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.
- Taylor? - Yes?
If you would, Captain, take us under the bridge, port side,
approximately 100 yards, beyond that you will find the tunnel that leads us to the sewers.
Right away, sir.
Blackwood's come back from hell and laid a curse upon this land.
Behold. Blackwood's magic revealed.
What does it do?
It is a chemical weapon.
First of its kind.
You deduced that how?
From my pocket.
I snipped this off rather a common dead rat at the slaughterhouse.
Notice the blue discoloration.
The faintest smell of bitter almonds, telltale traces of cyanide.
Now we know what the ginger midget was working on. It will revolutionize warfare.
Yes, killing a lot of people.
It's now 7 minutes to noon. What are we going to do?
We must do this carefully ...
She loves an entrance, your muse.
Shoot him! Now, please!
The time has come. When only those who believe can 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 connects 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.
What are you waiting for?
That.
Apprehend 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!
There was never any magic.
Only conjuring tricks.
The simplest involves 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, besides, it'd 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 amphibian.
The death of Standish was a real mystery ...
until you used the same compound to blow up the wharf.
An odorless, tasteless, flammable liquid ...
gives it a burn with an unusual pink issue.
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 pièce de 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 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,
and that 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 in 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'd like to read them.
Hold on. What's wrong?
Think he's finally come to terms with you leaving?
Mary, look at the ring he's given us.
Now, five minutes here, and we'll go home.
Our home.
Get up those stairs.
Don't worry, dear.
Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far too fond of himself for that.
Holmes!
Oh! Good afternoon.
I was trying to deduce the manner in which Blackwood survived his execution.
Clearing our good names as well.
But it had a surprising supporific effect on me,
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.
Uh, 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 we continue this at ground level?
How did you manage it, Holmes?
I have managed it with braces, belts, and a coat hook.
Please, Watson, my tongue is going and I'll be no use to you at all.
- Worse things have happened. - John.
None of this explains ...
Blackwood's lack of pulse.
Now, the medical mystery.
We must restore your reputation, Watson.
There is a toxin refined from the nectar of the rhododendron ponticum.
It is 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..
He's 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, sir?
... shot in the head.
Was it a small caliber bullet?
Yes.
Were there powder burns on his eyebrows?
Indeed, sir.
Point blank range.
Moriarty.
Professor Moriarty.
There's a good boy!
Everything's going to 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 a 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 by radio waves.
It's the future, Watson.
I've loaded the last of your boxes, sir.
- Well ... - What?
Gladstone!
Stop him before he gets to the front door.
Clarky?
The case is reopened.