Head cocked to the left.
Partial deafness in ear.
First point of attack.
Two. Throat. Paralyse 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?
Oh, knew I'd forgotten something.
- I thought I'd left the stove on. - You did.
I think that's quite enough.
You're a doctor, after all.
Always nice to see you, Watson.
Where is the inspector?
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 that the girl deserves our attention more than he.
Indeed.
Oh, I'd leave that alone if I were you, boyo.
Good lad.
Impeccable timing, Lestrade.
We've one for the doctor, and one for the rope.
- Clarky? - Sir.
This woman needs a hospital immediately.
- Put her in the back of the maria. - Right lads, that's it.
Come on.
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 clearing up a corpse.
and chasing a rumor.
Besides, the girl's parents hired me, not the Yard.
Why they thought you'd require any assistance is beyond me?
- Well, London will breathe a sigh of relief. - Indeed.
- Congratulations, Lestrade. - Bravo, Inspector.
Have a cigar.
Gentlemen...
Cheese!
156 over 80.
Very good.
Me nerves are the best they've been in years, thanks to you.
Oh, tell me something:
Your new premises... when you moving in?
I should be in within the week.
Cavendish Place.
And there will be a women's touch too.
- Oh, well that's marvellous. - Indeed.
Good god!
- That was gunfire! - No, no, no, no.
Hammer on nail, wasn't it?
My colleagues, probably just... putting up a painting.
I'll go and check.
- Your colleague? - Yes
He wont be moving with you, will he?
No, he wont.
Mrs. Hudson...
I wont go in there by myself. Not while he's got a gun in his hand!
You don't need to go in there at all. Give me the paper.
What will I do when you leave, Doctor?
He'll have the whole house down!
He just needs another case, that's all.
Couldn't you have a longer engagement?
I smell gunpowder. This is not right you know! Not in a domestic environment.
Thank you, Captain Phillip.
Perhaps a nice cup of tea...
Same time next week.
Come on, Captain. It's quieter downstairs.
Mrs. Hudson? Bring something to cheer him up.
Permission to enter the armoury.
Granted.
Watson, I am in the process of inventing a device
that suppresses the sound of a gunshot.
It's not working.
- Oh. - Can I see that?
You know it's been three months, since your last case?
Gently. Gently, Watson. Be gentle with me.
Don't you think it's time you found another one.
I can't but, agree.
My mind is in a terrible condition, give me problems, give me work.
The sooner the better.
- Paper. - Thank you.
Let's see then. There's a letter here,
from...
Mrs. Ramsay, of Queenspark.
Her husband's disappeared.
He's in Belgium, with the scullery maid.
Is it November?
Yes, Holmes. What?
Lady Rathford reports...
her emerald bracelet has disappeared.
An insurance swindle.
Lord Rathford likes fast women and slow ponies.
I see you're the attending physician, at Blackwood's hanging.
Yes.
It was our last case together
and I wanted to see it through to the end.
A Mr. Louis...
There's only one case, that intrigues me at present.
The Curious Case of Mrs. Hudson
The absentee landlady.
I've been studying her comings and goings
- and they appear most... sinister. - Tea, Mr. Holmes?
Is it poisoned, "Nanny"?
There's enough of that in you already.
Don't touch. Everything is in it's proper place.
As per usual, "Nanny".
Oh, his killed the dog... again.
What have you done to, Gladstone now?
I was simply testing a new anaesthetic.
He doesn't mind.
Holmes,
as your doctor...
He'll be straight as a trivet in no time.
As your friend...
You've been in this room for two weeks. I insist, you have to get out.
There's nothing of interest, for me, out there on Earth. At all.
- So, you're free this evening? - Absolutely.
- Dinner? - Wonderful.
- The Royal? - My favourite.
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 Royal.
- Where a jacket. - You wear a jacket.
- Holmes! - Hmm.
You're early.
Fashionably.
Miss Mary Morsten.
Oh my goodness. What a pleasure.
For the life of me, I don't know why it's taken him so long to introduce us properly.
The pleasure is mine.
It really is quite a thrill to meet you, Mr. Holmes.
I've heard so much about you.
I have a pile of detective novels at home... Collins, Poe.
It's true.
It can seem a little
far fetched though, at times. Making these grand assumptions out of tiny details.
That's not quite right is it?
In fact, the little details are by far, the most important.
- Take Watson... - I intend to.
See his walking stick over there? African snake wood.
Hiding a blade of high tensile steel.
Few were rewarded to the veterans of the Afghan war,
so I can assume, he's a decorated soldier.
Strong, brave, born to be an adventurer.
and neat, like all military men.
Now, I check his pockets.
Ah, a stamp from a boxing match.
Now, I can infer that he's a bit of a gambler.
I'd keep an eye on that dowry, if I were you.
- Those days are behind me. - Right, behind you.
It's cost us the rent, more than once.
Well with all due respect, Mr. Holmes, You know John very well.
What about a complete stranger?
What can you tell about me?
- You? - I don't think that's...
- I don't know that, that's... - Not at dinner.
- Perhaps another time. - I insist.
- You insist? - You remember we discussed this.
The lady insists
- You're a governess. - Well done.
Yes, well done. Shall we... Waiter!
Your student... It's a boy of eight.
Charlie is seven, actually.
And he's tall for his age. He flicked you with ink today.
- Is there ink on my face? - There is nothing wrong with your face.
There are two drops on your ear in fact.
India blue is nearly impossible to wash off.
Anyway, very impetuous act of that boy,
but you're too experienced to react rashly, which is why
the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.
Pearls, diamonds, flawless rubies.
Hardly the gems of a governess .
However, the jewels you are not wearing, tell us rather more.
- Holmes! - You were engaged.
The ring has gone, but the lightness of the skin where it once sat suggests
that you spent some time abroad, wearing it proudly
that is, until you were informed of its true and rather modest worth
and then you broke of the engagement and returned to, England
for better prospects. A doctor perhaps?
You're right on all counts Mr. Holmes, apart from one.
I didn't leave him.
He died.
Well done, old boy.
Get up and fight!
Come on!
That's it, big man... We're done.
You won. Congratulations.
Oi, we ain't done yet.
This mustn't register on an emotional level.
First, distract target.
Then block his blind jab.
Counter with cross to the left cheek.
Discombobulate.
Dazed, he'll attempt a wild hay maker. employ the elbow block.
And body shot.
block thorough left.
weaken right jaw.
Now fracture.
Break cracked ribs.
Traumatize, solar plexus.
Dislocate jaw entirely.
Heel kick to diaphragm.
In summary:
jaw fractured, three ribs cracked four broken,
diaphragm haemorrhaging.
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's going on here, Charley?
Lord Blackwood's put him on some kind of spell, sir.
It's like he's burning from the inside out!
Shut up!
Charley. Charley!
Take this man to the infirmary! Now!
What's this all about then, Blackwood?
There's someone I want to see.
- Watson? - Right.
Let's go.
What started merely as an experiment
has brought me to the threshold of monumental discovery
Now if I play, chromatic scale
there's no measurable response.
You do know, what you're drinking is meant for eye surgery.
But... now,
and this is remarkable
if I change to atonal clusters.
Voila!
They fly in counter-clockwise,
synchronized concentric circles.
As though a regimented flock.
Watson this is exceptional.
I, using musical theory, have created order out from chaos.
How did you lure them in?
Excellent question.
Individually, I've been at it for six hours.
And what happens if I do this?
Clean yourself up.
You are Blackwood's last request.
Look at those towering structures.
It's the first combination of a 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 chequebook,
locked safely away in my draw.
Did you know the opera house is featuring "Don Giovanni"?
I could easily procure a couple of tickets
If you had any cultural inclinations this evening.
You have a grand gift of silence,
Watson, it makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
I knew she'd been engaged.
She told me.
So that's, no to the opera then.
That was my waistcoat.
I thought we agreed it's too small for you.
- I'd like it back. - I thought we agreed.
I want it back.
This way, Mr. Holmes.
Blackwood certainly seems to have got the crowd into something of a fear frenzy.
I'm sure it will disperse once his feet have stopped twitching.
Care to come along?
No, you're on your own, old cock.
I have no business with him whilst he's alive.
Suit yourself, "mother hen".
It seems you still have lots of rooms to let.
We had to move the prisoners, sir.
Otherwise we're gonna have a riot on our hands.
He has a peculiar effect on the inmates.
As though, he can get inside their heads.
I'm sure I can find my own way if you have other duties to perform.
Much obliged, sir. Thank you.
And 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
they worshipped the beast saying,
Who is like 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 can accept my invitation.
I just have a small point of concern.
How can I help?
I've already followed the murders with some interest.
and although my heart went out primarily to the families of the victims
I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery,
in the stroke of your brush.
You're too kind.
However, by comparison, your work in the crypt
looks more like a finger painting.
So now you're curious if there's a larger game afoot?
Either that or, um...
shortly my friend will pronounce you dead
and I thought I might keep him company.
Your mistake is to imagine that anything
that is earthly has led us to this moment.
Your error of judgement is to assume that I'm holding the brush at all.
I'm merely a channel.
Well my only wish is that I could have caught you sooner.
You see? Five lives might have been spared.
Those lives were a necessity.
Sacrifice.
Five otherwise meaningless creatures called to serve a greater purpose.
I wonder if they'll let me and Watson dissect your brain.
After you hang, of course.
I'd wager, there is some deformity that would be scientifically significant.
Then you too, could serve a greater purpose.
Holmes, you must widen your gaze.
I'm concerned, you underestimate the gravity of coming events.
You and I are bound together on a journey that would twist the very fabric of nature.
But beneath your mask of logic I sense a fragility...
That worries me.
Steel your mind, Holmes.
I need you.
I'd say, you've come a long way down from a house of Lords.
- I will rise again. - "Bon voyage".
Pay attention!
Three more will die and there is nothing you can do to save them.
You must accept that this is beyond your control.
by the time you realise you made all of this possible
it will be the last sane thought in your head.
What did he want?
I'm not sure.
But I don't think you're needed 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 an attempted murder of a sixth.
Do you have any final words?
Death... is only the beginning.
That is the end of Lord Blackwood.
London's so bleak this time of year.
Not that I'm pining for New Jersey,
but much prefer to travel in the winter.
Here, I bought 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 the Velásquez portrait from the King of Spain.
Missing naval documents lead to resignation of Bulgarian prime minister
scandalous affair ends engagement of...
perhaps to both Romanov princess.
I'm simply studying your methods.
Should the authorities ask me to hunt you down.
But I don't see my name in any of these articles.
But your signature was clear.
Is that the Maharajah's missing diamond?
Or just another souvenir?
Let's not dwell on the past.
Shall we?
Now, by the looks of things, I'd say you were between jobs.
And you between husbands.
How much did you get for the ring?
He was boring and jealous and he snored.
I'm Irene Adler, again.
Thank you.
I need your help.
I need you to find someone.
Why are you always so suspicious.
Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?
Careful not to cut yourself on this lethal envelope.
I think you'll find all the information inside.
Who are you working for?
So I'll have to find out the hard way.
Keep your money, I didn't say I'll take the case.
Well, consider it a wager that you will.
You remember the Grand?
They gave me our old room.
Hold the door. Thank's, doctor.
Ma'am.
- He'll do it. - Well done, Miss Adler.
That's precisely why I hired you.
I wager, he'll have our man in the next 24 hours.
He'd better.
Reordan is the key to what Blackwood was doing.
He's essential to my plan.
Damn! What are you doing? Can't you see where you're going?
Get off out of it!
A little ride, I've come along 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've ever cared about
a world class criminal?
Are you a masochist?
Allow me to explain...
Allow me!
She's the only adversary, who ever out smarted you. Twice.
Made a proper idiot out of you.
Right, you've had your fun.
- What she after, anyway? - It's time to press on.
What could she possibly need?
It doesn't matter.
An alibi, a beard. A human canoe.
She can sit on your back and paddle you up the Thames.
That's no consequence to you really, is it Watson?
We've done our, last case together.
I've already read it.
Missing person.
Luke Reordan.
4 foot 10, red hair, no front teeth. Case solved.
You're obviously not her type.
She likes gingered dwarfs.
Midgets.
- So, you agree. - No, I don't agree.
It's more than a technicality, you see.
You are misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples.
I've said too much. I can tell, I've upset you.
No, I'm just simply stating, that one has...
What were you doing?
- Will you allow me to explain? - I wish you would.
- Holmes? What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Are you wearing a false... - A false nose? No.
- Tell me, that, that wasn't - Was...
Holmes! Where are you going?
Watson?
Help! Watson!
Got some flowers for you, sweetheart.
Cut you a deal, cos you're so pretty.
Oh, my lucky day!
Hello gorgeous, you got something for me.
Don't move!
Now, what have we got here?
Thank you.
That's the Irene I know.
This man Intrigues me, Watson, His got Adler on the edge.
And she's no mean feet.
She's intimidated, she's scared of him.
Yet she work's for him.
Right.
It is nothing to do with me, but I advise you to leave the case alone.
I may not always have a choice.
After all, I may be paying the rent on my own soon. Thanks to you.
Get that out of my face.
It's not "in your face" it's in my hand.
Get what's in your hand out of my face.
- Mr. Holmes! - Clarky!
Sorry. Inspector Lestrade asks you come with me at once.
What's he done now, lost his way to Scotland Yard?
Watson drop a compass, he means us.
No, you means you.
It's Lord Blackwood, sir. He...
Well... it appears he's come back from the grave, sir.
- Most engaging. - Very clever.
I pronounced the man dead myself.
What are the facts?
Ground keeper, claims he saw him walking through the graveyard just this morning, sir.
I'll leave this in your capable hands.
I have an appointment with, Mary.
It's not my reputation at stake here.
- Don't try that. - 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, Holmes?
Yes, as you should.
It's a matter of professional integrity.
No girl wants to marry a doctor
who can't tell If a man's dead or not.
Who do you think won the match, Clarky?
- Sir? - The rugby match.
Your boys have done a magnificent job of obliterating any potential evidence.
Yes, but at least they never miss an opportunity...
to miss an opportunity.
You took your time, Holmes.
And on the third day...
These slabs are sand stone, they half a ton each if they're a pound,
and they were smashed open from the inside .
Lestrade. What of the coffin?
We are in the process of bringing it up now.
I see...
Hmm... Right.
At what stage of the process? Contemplative?
And how is our witness?
He's over there.
And apparently he's got ca... cat... cata...
Catatonic, sir.
- He's not feeling very well. - Yes
If you lot don't stop behaving like a bunch of quivering milk maids, you're on double time.
Now you get down there, and you bring that coffin up, now!
Good day, sir!
It's alright.
I'm a doctor.
The man's in shock.
- He may need a few moments - The witness states that
he saw, lord Blackwood, rise from the grave.
- Well? - Well?
You pronounced him dead.
He had no pulse.
Good lord.
That's not Blackwood.
Well, now we have a firm grasp, of the obvious.
Time of death?
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.
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... Umm...
Right, put the lid on 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.
Here you are. Why that certain fish and chips store
- I don't understand - Well there's a particular pier
they use out in the back, northern stout, to be exact.
You know, Holmes
I've seen things in war I don't understand.
In India, I once met a man who predicted his own death
right down to the number and placement of the bullets that killed him.
You have to admit, Holmes
that a supernatural explanation to this case, is theoretically possible.
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 slipped, hence the scratches.
Yes Very good, Watson.
You have developed considerable deductive powers of your own.
Let's see now. There are several sets of initials.
- Pawn brokers marks. - Excellent.
Most recent of which are: M.H. M.H. M.H...
- M.H is for... - "Maddison and Haig".
They should be able to give us an address.
What a coincidence.
There's one thing you failed to deduce from the watch, Holmes.
Really? I think not.
The time.
I have to get back, Holmes.
Taking tea with the in-laws..
- Can I predict your future, sir? - Absolutely not.
No thank you, ma'am.
You need to hear what I have to tell you.
We have no need of your lucky hella Gypsy women.
Even if it's to do with Mary.
I see two men.
Brothers. Not in blood, but in boned.
What of Mary?
M for Mary, for marriage. Oh, you will be married.
Go on.
I see patterned table cloths and china figurines.
and lace doilies...
doilies...
Lace doilies... Holmes.
- Does your depravity know, no bounds? - No.
Oh she turns fat and has a beard...
And what of the warts?
- Oh She's covered in warts... - Enough, enough.
- Are they extensive? - Please, enough!
It's the most apt prediction, Flora's 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 a macabre.
Do you have my cut?
- Admit it, admit it! - Give me my money!
Holmes.
Oh I see.
Thank you.
Well you've got your ring, and I've got the address for the ginger midget.
Should be just there.
I think she'll really like this.
And I have some change in my pocket.
- Should I look after it for you? - No, no.
- Don't give it away here. - No!
I have to go see Mary.
Give 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.
Or something did.
Irene Adler was here,
either that or the ginger midget wore the same Parisian perfume.
Ah, putrefaction.
Ammonium sulphate, among other aromas.
Phosphorus.
Formaldehyde.
It looks like he was attempting to combine
some kind of sorcery and scientific formula.
More importantly...
let's see what he was trying to dispose of.
Potassium and magnesium.
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.
Question is, to what end.
Whatever he was working on, he clearly succeeded.
How so?
Otherwise, he'd still alive.
Which is why Miss Adler is so desperate to find him.
Yes.
There's one odour I can't quite put my finger on.
Is it candy floss? Molasses.
Maple syrup. Ah, barley sugar.
Toffee apple.
Let me guess.
Judging by your arsonist tool kit
You're here to burn down the building and extinguish all the evidence therein
Just one minute boys..
Oh, Dredger!
Is there a problem?
Meat...
or potatoes?
My 10 minutes are up.
You alright?
Holmes.
What is that?
Holmes!
Watson...
What have you done?
I haven't slept all night.
Not a whink.
Why I ever believed...
that I would get to have tea with Mary's parents? is beyond me
having been talked into going with you.
We were set upon man, it was self-defence.
I've been reviewing my notes, of our exploits over the last seven months.
would you like to know my conclusion?
I am psychologically disturbed.
How so?
Why else would I be continually led into situations
where you deliberately, withhold your plans from me?
Why else?
You never complained about my methods before.
- I'm not complaining. - You're not?
- What do you call this? - How...
How am I complaining? I never complain, when do I
ever complain about you practising the violin at three in the morning.
or your mess, your general lack of hygiene
or the fact that you steal all my clothes.
We have a barter system.
When do I complain about you setting fire to my room?
- Our rooms. - The rooms,
When do I ever complain that you experiment on my dog?
- Our dog! It's our dog. - On the... the dog!
But I do take issue, is your campaign to sabotage my relationship with Mary.
I understand.
- Do you? - I do.
- I don't think you do. - You're overly tired.
- Yes. - You're feeling a bit sensitive.
I'm not sensitive.
What you need is to rest.
My brother, Mycroft, has a small estate near Chichester.
Beautiful grounds... 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 you must...
No not you, Mary and I.
- You are not... - What? Invited?
Why would I be not invited to my own brothers country home, Watson?
- Now you are not making any sense! - You're not human!
- John Watson? - Yes.
Your bail has been posted.
Mary!
Just Watson.
I hope you get bail by breakfast, because the boys, are getting hungry.
Back off! Back off!
To which the barman says: "may I push in your stool?".
Right you, you're out..
- Until next time, big Joe. - Always a pleasure, Mr. Holmes.
Thank heaven you're here, Lestrade I'd almost ran out of jokes.
You know, In another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal.
Yes, sir and you an excellent policemen.
Tomsky! Thank you.
Now please tell me you have answers.
All in good time, Lestrade.
All in good time? what is this some parlour game where we have to guess what you're thinking.
I've got a public in frenzy out there
and if you don't fill me in, I'll have you in there playing Victoria and Albert quicker than a bookies runner
Now, clean up and make yourself presentable.
For whom?
Friends in high places.
They're the ones who bailed you out.
I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience you, sir.
But I'm going to have to put this on you.
Mr. Holmes, apologies for summoning you like this.
I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you are and who I am?
As to where I am...
I was admittedly lost for a moment, between Charing Cross and Holborn,
but I was saved by the bread shop on Southford Hill.
The only baker to use the certain French glaze on their loaves a Brittany sage.
after that the carriage fork left and right
until a tell-tale bump at the Fleet conduit.
And as to who you are? that took every ounce of my not
inconsiderable experience.
The letters on your desk were addressed to a Sir Thomas Rodrum.
Lord Chief Justice. That would be the official title
Who you really are... is of course another matter entirely.
Judging by the sacred ox on your ring.
you're the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders
in who's headquarters we now sit.
Located, Northwest corner of St. James square I think.
That's the mystery, the only mystery is to why you bothered to blind fold me at all.
Yes... well, standard procedure I suppose.
I dare say we have the right man, gentlemen.
Sherlock Holmes.
I'm Ambassador Standish of America and Lord Coward, the home secretary.
I suppose you already have some notion as to the practices of our order.
Yes. They are practically interesting.
Be as sceptical as you like.
but our secret system have steered the world for the greater good for centuries.
There danger is they can also be used for more nefarious purposes.
What some call the dark arts or practical magic.
We know you don't believe in magic Mr. Holmes
We don't expect you to share our faith
merely our fears.
fear is the 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 flex
together with identical outer ears or pinner, which are only past down through direct blood line
which makes by necessity either brothers
or in this case, more likely father and son.
Very few people are privy to that information.
And we'd want to keep it that way.
He was conceived during one of our rituals.
His mother wasn't my wife.
But she shared our beliefs. She was a powerful practitioner.
though not enough to survive giving birth to him.
Death followed him 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 its not enough.
His power grows daily.
His resurrection is evidence of that.
But what he does next will be far more dangerous.
The secret lies in the book of spells. This is the source of his power.
His going to raise a force that will alter the very course of the world.
I want you to find him and stop him before he does.
We'll give you any assistance that we can.
As home secretary, I have a considerable influence over the police.
- Oh, yes - So...
Name your price?
Well, 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's 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 a astronomical event can effect the quality...
How is it going with our case that you refused to take.
...wine.
Or I've hit a dead end. Literally.
I found your man. He's buried in Blackwood's tomb.
If you still need him.
Oh dear...
I hope my client doesn’t come looking for a refund.
He's a professor, isn't he?
I couldn't see his face, but I spotted a bit of chalk on his apparel.
I've never known a professor to carry a gun, and on such a clever contraption.
Eye patch. Nice touch...
So... case closed.
Which makes this a social visit.
No. It's you're in over your head Irene, visit.
Who ever killed, Reardon 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'm in danger, so are you.
Come with me.
What if we trusted each other.
You're not listening. I'm taking you, to either the railway station
or the police station.
So...
Which 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?