[HOOVES PATTERING]
[HORSES WHINNYING]
HOLMES: Head cocked to the left...
partial deafness in ear.
First point of attack.
2, throat. Paralyze vocal cords. Stop screaming.
3, got to be heavy drinker. Floating rib to the liver.
4, finally, dragging left leg. Fist to patella.
Summary of prognosis, conscious in 90 seconds.
Martial efficacy, quarter of an hour.
Full faculty recovery, unlikely.
[MAN CHANTING INDISTINCTLY]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
I like the hat.
I just picked it up.
Did you remember your revolver?
Knew I forgot something.
-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.
HOLMES: That could be all day.
MAN: 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.
HOLMES: Watson. Don't.
Observe.
How did you see that?
Because I was looking for it.
[GLASS SHATTERS]
WATSON: Lord Blackwood.
You seem surprised.
I'd say the girl deserves your attention more than he.
Indeed.
Oh, I'd leave that alone if I were you, boy-o.
Good lad.
Impeccable timing, Lestrade.
We've one for the doctor...
and one for the rope.
-Clarkie? -Sir?
This woman needs a hospital immediately.
Put her in the back of the Moriah.
POLICEMAN 1: Right, lads. That's it.
POLICEMAN 2: Right. Pick him up, lads. POLICEMAN 3: Yes, sir.
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.
MAN: Gentlemen.
Cheese.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[BELL TOLLING]
MAN 1: Blackwood hangs tomorrow. Read all about it.
WATSON: 156 over 80. Very good.
MAN 2: My 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'll be a woman's touch too.
-Well, that's marvelous. -Indeed.
[GUNSHOTS]
Good God.
-That was gunfire. -No.
No, no. Hammer and nail, wasn't it?
My colleague's probably just putting up a painting.
I'll-- I'll go and check.
-Your colleague-- -Yes?
Won't be moving with you, will he?
No, he won't.
Mrs. Hudson.
I won't go in, not while he's got a gun in his hand.
You don't have to. Give me the paper.
What'll I do when you leave, doctor? He'll have the whole house down.
He just needs another case. That's all.
Couldn't you have a longer engagement?
I smell gunpowder. It's not right, you know, not in a domestic environment.
[GUNSHOT]
Thank you, Captain Philips. Perhaps a nice cup of tea?
-Same time next week. HUDSON: Come along, captain.
-It's quieter downstairs. -Mrs. Hudson?
Bring something to cheer him up.
Permission to enter the armory?
HOLMES: Granted.
Watson, I am in the process of inventing a device...
that suppresses the sound of a gunshot.
[HOLMES YELLS]
WATSON: It's not working.
Can I see that?
[FIRE WHISTLING]
You know, it's been 3 months...
since your last case.
HOLMES: Yes, yes. Gently, gently, Watson. Be gentle with me--
[HOLMES YELLS]
Don't you 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. All right.
Lady Radford reports...
Oh, her emerald bracelet has disappeared.
Insurance swindle. Lord Radford likes fast women and slow ponies.
Oh. 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.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[DOOR OPENS]
A Mr. Lewis is seeking...
There's only one case that intrigues me at present:
The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady.
I've been studying her comings and goings.
They appear most sinister.
Tea, Mr. Holmes?
Is it poisoned, nanny?
There's enough of that in you already.
Don't touch. Everything is in its proper place...
as per usual, nanny.
He's killed the dog. Again.
WATSON: 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 as right as a trivet in no time. -As your friend...
you've been in this room for 2 weeks. I insist, you have to get out.
There's nothing of interest for me out there, on earth, at all.
-You're free this evening? -Absolutely.
-Dinner? The Royale? -Wonderful. My favorite.
Mary's coming.
-Not available. -You're meeting her, Holmes.
Have you proposed yet?
-No, I haven't found the right ring. -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.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
A man? Outside my house?
Straighten your tie.
[WATCH TICKING]
WATSON: Holmes. -Mm.
You're early.
Fashionably.
Miss Mary Morstan.
My goodness. What a pleasure.
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.
-Wilkie Collins, Poe. -It's true.
It can seem a little far-fetched though sometimes...
making grand assumptions out of tiny details.
That's not quite right, is it?
In fact, the little details are by far the most important.
-Take Watson. -I intend to.
See his walking stick? A rare African snakewood...
hiding a blade of high-tensile steel.
A few were awarded 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.
Ah. 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.
-Those days are behind me. -Right behind you.
He'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-- -I don't know that--
-Not at dinner. -Some other time.
-I insist. -You insist?
-You remember we discussed this. -The lady insists.
-You're a governess. -Well done.
Yes, well done. Shall we...?
-Waiter? -Your student...
is a boy of 8.
-Charlie's 7, actually. HOLMES: Charlie, huh?
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 2 drops on your ear, in fact.
India blue's nearly impossible to wash off.
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.
Oriental pearls, diamonds, a flawless ruby. Hardly the gems of a governess.
The jewels you are not wearing tell us more.
-Holmes. -You were engaged.
The ring is gone, but the lighter skin suggests...
that you spent some time abroad wearing it proudly...
until you were informed of its true, modest worth.
You broke off the engagement...
and returned to England for better prospects.
A doctor, perhaps.
Right on all counts, Mr. Holmes, apart from one.
I didn't leave him.
He died.
Well done, old boy.
[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
-Fight. Fight. -Get him.
McMURDO: Get up and fight.
Fight.
-Finish it. McMURDO: Come on.
Get up and fight, come on.
Come on.
Get up.
MAN 1: Get up and fight.
That's it, big man, we're done.
You won, congratulations.
We ain't done yet.
[McMURDO SPITS]
HOLMES: 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, and body shot.
Block feral left. Weaken right jaw.
Now fracture.
Break cracked ribs.
Traumatize solar plexus.
Dislocate jaw entirely.
Heel kick to diaphragm.
In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, 3 ribs cracked, 4 broken...
diaphragm hemorrhaging, physical recovery, 6 weeks...
full psychological recovery, 6 months...
capacity to spit at back of head...
neutralized.
[YELLING STOPS]
MAN 2: Where did that come from?
[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN: What the hell's going on here, Charlie?
Lord Blackwood's put him under some kind of spell, sir.
It's like he's burning from the inside out.
You lot, 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.
[STRUMMING VIOLIN]
-Watson? 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...
voilà, they fly in counterclockwise, synchronized concentric circles...
as though 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 6 hours.
-And what happens if I do this? -What?
-Right. -Clean yourself up.
You are Blackwood's last request.
Look at those towering structures.
It's the first combination of bascule and suspension bridge ever attempted.
Most innovative.
What an industrious empire.
Hm?
Oh, I have your winnings from last night.
You weren't there, so I made your customary bet.
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 procure a couple of tickets if you had any cultural inclinations this evening.
[SIGHS]
You have the grand gift of silence, Watson.
It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
[GROANS]
I knew she'd been engaged.
She had told me.
So that's no to the opera, then?
-That was my waistcoat. -We agreed it's too small for you.
-I'd like it back. -We agreed.
I want it back.
[CHATTERING]
This way, Mr. Holmes.
Blackwood certainly seems to have got the crowd into something of a fear frenzy.
Which I'm certain will disperse once his feet have stopped twitching.
Care to come along?
No, old cock. I've no business with him whilst 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.
He has a peculiar effect on the inmates.
As though...
he can get inside their heads.
I can find my own way if you have other duties to perform.
Much obliged, sir. Thank you, sir.
BLACKWOOD: If any man have an ear, let him hear.
I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast rise up...
having 7 heads and 10 horns.
Upon his heads were the name of blasphemy.
They worshiped the dragon, which gave power.
They worshiped, saying, "Who is like unto the beast?"
The beast which I saw was like a leopard.
His feet were of a bear, his mouth was 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'd followed the murders with interest.
While my heart went out 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's led to this moment.
Your error of judgment is to assume that I'm holding the brush at all.
-I'm merely the channel. -My only wish is that I caught you sooner.
You see, 5 lives might have been spared.
Mm. Those lives were a necessity.
Hm.
Sacrifice.
5 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'd be scientifically significant.
Then you, too, could serve a greater purpose.
Mr. 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.
You've come a long way down from the House of Lords.
-And I will rise again. -Bon voyage.
Pay attention.
3 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'll be the last sane thought in your head.
What did he want?
Not sure.
But I don't think you're needed, Father. Not for this one.
MAN: Lord Henry Blackwood...
you are sentenced to death for the practice of black magic...
the unholy murder of 5 innocent young women...
and the attempted murder of a 6th.
Do you have any final words?
Death...
is only the beginning.
PRIEST: --forever and ever. Amen.
That is the end of Lord Blackwood.
ADLER: 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.
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.
"Theft of Velázquez portrait from king of Spain."
"Missing naval documents lead to resignation of Bulgarian prime minister."
"Scandalous affair ends engagement of...
Hapsburg prince to Romanov princess."
I was simply studying your methods...
should the authorities ask me to hunt you down.
Ah.
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?
By the looks of things, 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.
[FARTING]
Thank you.
[SNIFFING]
I need your help.
I need you to find someone.
Why are you always so suspicious?
Shall I answer chronologically or alphabetically?
Careful not to cut yourself on this lethal envelope.
I think you'll 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'll 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. MAN 1: Well done, Miss Adler.
That's precisely why I hired you.
I wager he'll have our man within the next 24 hours.
MAN 1: He'd better.
Reordan is the key to what Blackwood was doing.
He's essential to my plan.
MAN 2: Get off out of it.
MAN 3: What you doing? Can't you see where you're going?
-You scalp diver. -Get off out of it.
A little rifle range would go a long way, sir...
rubbing the calluses off these German bands.
God save the queen.
God save the queen, sir.
MAN 2: Get off out of it.
Look at you.
Why is the only woman you've cared about a criminal?
Are you a masochist?
-Allow me to explain. -Allow me.
She's 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 your back and paddle you up the Thames.
That's of no consequence to you, is it?
We've done our last case together.
WATSON: I've already read it.
Missing person:
Luke Reordan, 4 foot 10, red hair, no front teeth.
Case solved.
You're obviously not her type. She likes ginger dwarves.
-Midget. -So you agree?
No, I don't agree.
It's more than technicality, you see.
You're misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples.
-I've said too much. I've upset you. -No, I am 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--? -False nose? No.
-Tell me that that wasn't... -That wasn't.
[YELLS]
WATSON: Holmes. Where are you going?
[CRASHING AND GLASS SHATTERING]
HOLMES: Watson.
Got some flowers for you, sweetheart. Cut you a deal because you're so pretty.
Oh. My lucky day.
Hello, gorgeous. You got something for me?
Don't move.
Now, what have we got here?
[ADLER GASPS]
It's--
Thank you.
That's the Irene I know.
WOMAN: Good boy.
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 advise you leave the case alone.
Well, I may not have a choice.
After all, I may be paying the rent on my own soon, thanks to you.
-Get that out of my face. -It's not. It's in my hand.
Get what's in your hand out of my face.
CLARK: Mr. Holmes? -Clarkie.
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.
CLARK: 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 saw him walking through the graveyard this morning.
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.
-The newspapers got wind of it? -That's what we're trying to avoid.
Certainly.
What's the major concern?
Panic. Sheer bloody panic, sir.
-Indeed. -You're not taking this seriously, are you?
Yes, as you should.
It's a matter of professional integrity.
No girl wants to marry a doctor who can't tell if a man's dead or not.
Who do you think won the match, Clarkie?
-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.
LESTRADE: You took your time, Holmes.
HOLMES: "And on the 3rd day"...
These slabs are 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. -I see.
Hm. Right. At what stage of the process? Contemplative?
Anyhow, where's our witness?
He's over there.
And apparently, he is cata--
Cat--
Catatonic, sir.
-He's not feeling very well. -Yes.
If you lot don't stop behaving like quivering milkmaids, you're on double-time.
Now, you get down there and you bring that coffin up now.
Good day, sir.
Hello.
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.
MAN: Ready.
Down.
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 10 and 12 hours ago.
May I borrow your pen?
-Adler's dwarf. -Midget.
GROUNDSKEEPER: 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...
[CLEARS THROAT]
LESTRADE: Right. Put the lid on and clean this lot up.
WATSON: You really believe he was resurrected?
HOLMES: The question is not if, but how.
-The game's afoot. WATSON: Follow your spirit--
HOLMES & WATSON: And upon this charge, cry:
"God for Harry, England and St. George."
There you are.
Why that certain chips stall, I don't understand.
There's a particular beer in their batter. A northern stout, to be exact.
WATSON: You know, Holmes, I've seen things in war I don't understand.
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.
Well, 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.
WATSON: Hm.
HOLMES: Right. Scratches around the keyhole where the watch was 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.
Very good, Watson.
You've developed considerable deductive powers of your own. Hm.
Let's see now, there are several sets of initials scored--
-Pawnbrokers' marks. -Excellent.
Most recent of which are "M. H. " M. H. M. H. is for?
-Maddison and Haig. -Maddison and Haig.
They should be able to give us an address.
What a coincidence.
There's one thing you've failed to deduce from the watch.
HOLMES: Really? I think not.
WATSON: The time. I have to get back, Holmes.
Taking tea with the in-laws.
-Reckon your future, sir? -Absolutely not.
WATSON: No, thank you. -You need to hear what I have to tell.
We have no need of your lucky heather, gypsy woman.
Even if it's to do with Mary?
Oh. Oh.
I see 2 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 tablecloths...
and, oh, china figurines...
and, oh, lace doilies.
Doilies.
Lace doilies? Holmes.
Does your depravity know no bounds?
-No. -Oh, she turns to fat...
and, oh, she has a beard and...
-What of the warts? -She's covered in warts.
-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 my cut from the fight? -Admit it.
-Give me my money! Holmes. -Admit it!
HOLMES: I see.
Thank you.
HOLMES: 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 her 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.
HOLMES: Something did.
Irene Adler was here.
Either that or the ginger midget wore the same Parisian perfume.
[INHALES]
Ah. Putrefaction.
[SNIFFING]
Ammonium sulfate, among other aromas.
[FLIES BUZZING]
Phosphorous.
Formaldehyde.
It looks like...
he was attempting to combine...
some kind of sorcery and scientific formula.
HOLMES: More importantly...
let's see what he was trying to dispose of.
-Potassium, magnesium. -Sultaphytic acid.
It'll suck the iron right out of the ink as long as it's not too burnt.
Peculiar.
Hydrated rhododendron.
[SNIFFS]
-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.
HOLMES: Yes.
There is one odor I can't quite put my finger on.
-Mm? -Is it candy floss? Molasses?
Maple syrup?
Barley sugar.
Toffee apple.
Let me guess.
Judging by your arsonist tool kit...
you're here to burn down the building and extinguish all evidence therein.
Just one minute, boys.
Oh, Dredger.
[HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
Meat...
or potatoes?
My 10 minutes are up.
[GRUNTING]
[IN FRENCH]
WATSON: You all right?
[BUZZING]
[GROANING]
Holmes...
...what is that?
DREDGER:
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[THUDS]
HOLMES:
WATSON: Holmes!
[IN ENGLISH] Watson...
what have you done?
WATSON: 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. It was self-defense.
I've been reviewing my notes on our exploits over the last 7 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've never complained about my methods before.
-I'm not complaining. -What do you call this?
How am I complaining? I never complain.
Do I complain about you practicing the violin in the morning...
or your mess, your lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?
We have a barter system.
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.
Gladstone is 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 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 can 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-- -No, not you. Mary and I.
-You are not-- -What, invited?
Why would I not be invited to my brother's country home?
Now you're not making any sense.
You're not human.
MAN: John Watson?
Yes.
Your bail's been posted.
WATSON: Mary.
Just Watson.
I hope you get bail by breakfast, because the boys are getting hungry.
[CHATTERING]
LESTRADE: Step lively.
Back off. Back off.
To which the barman says, "May I push in your stool?"
[MEN LAUGHING]
Right, you, you're out.
Until next time, Big Joe.
Always a pleasure, Mr. Holmes.
Thank heaven you're here. I'd almost run out of jokes.
In another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal.
And you, sir, an excellent policeman. Tomski, thank you.
Now, please tell me you have answers.
All in good time, Lestrade.
"All in good time"? Is this some parlor game where we guess what you're thinking?
I've got a public in frenzy out there. 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.
[BLOWING NOSE]
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.
The carriage forked left, then right, a telltale 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'd be your official title.
Who you really are is, of course, another matter entirely.
Judging by the sacred ox on your ring...
you're the head of the Temple of the Four Orders...
in whose headquarters we now sit...
on the northwest corner of St. James's 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.
[DOOR OPENS]
I daresay 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.
HOLMES: Yes. Um...
They're practically interesting.
Be as skeptical as you like.
But our secret systems have steered the world towards good for centuries.
The danger is they can also be used for more nefarious purposes.
What some call the dark arts, or practical magic.
STANDISH: 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...
with diamond-shaped hazel flecks...
together with identical outer ears, which are only passed down through bloodline...
which makes you 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 5 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, but it's not enough.
His power grows daily.
His resurrection is evidence of that.
But what he does next will be more dangerous.
ROTHERAM: His secret lies in the book of spells. This is the source of his power.
He's gonna raise a force that will alter the course of world.
We want you to find him and stop him before he does.
COWARD: We'll give you any assistance that we can.
As home secretary, I have considerable influence over the police.
HOLMES: Hm, yes.
COWARD: So...
name your price.
The benefit of being a consulting detective...
is that I can pick and choose my clients.
So 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's dead, how long do you expect to survive?
Food for thought.
Well, perhaps you'll have better luck opening that.
Margaux '58. A 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?
Couldn't see his face, but I spotted chalk on his lapel.
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 Reordan was covering their tracks...
which makes you the next loose end to be snipped.
[CORK POPS]
Let it breathe.
I've never been in over my head.
Leave now. Disappear. You're good at that.
Or stay and volunteer for protective custody.
If I'm in danger, so are you.
Come with me.
What if we trusted each other?