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 fellow so troubling.
There's no latitude for misunderstandings.
It runs right over reason, sir.
And chambermaids were once such a liberal breed.
My wife's a chambermaid, sir.
Anyhow, it’s a good thing she was a friend, otherwise we may never have found you.
The inspector's been over at Baker Street himself this morning, sir.
Just joking about the wife, sir.
We've checked everything. There's no sign of a break in
and the butler didn't hear a thing.
So, body in the bath tub, his eyes were wide open
and the only thing missing was...
His ring, sir.
Why did you drain the water?
Out of common decency.
Crime is common. Logic, is rare.
The decent thing to do is to catch the killer, not provide conflict for the cause.
What is that?
Jasmine bath salt, sir.
Super. Probably comes from a larger container.
It would either be in the pantry.
High up where it's warm and dry. Or in a linen cupboard with a vent.
Oh and constable, you could do worse than to check the
ground under the rear window for any signs of footprints not your own
data, data, data. I can not make bricks without clay.
Charles?
Was it in the cupboard or the pantry.
It was in the pantry, sir.
I don't know what to make of this.
Excellent work.
Adieu.
What's the meaning of this, Coward?
Why have you called this meeting?
Sir Thomas is dead.
I nominate Lord Blackwood as head of the Order.
Have you lost your mind?
You know damn well what his capable of.
Of course he does.
That's why we're here.
That's why, we're all here.
My powers and my assets were given to me for one purpose.
Magnificent, but a simple purpose.
To create a new future.
A future ruled... by us.
Tomorrow at noon, we take the first step towards a new chapter in our history.
Magic will lead the way.
Once the people of England see our new found power
they'll 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're 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 utilise it?
Be my guest.
- In here chaps. - Where shall we put him, sir?
Any where's fine.
Who is he?
His the man who tried to kill you at Reardon'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 still 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 older than his own injuries.
I don't know if it's human. It's not a butcher. Let me see...
Yellow Flame. Green bursts.
An industrial worker.
Coal. River silt.
And the stains 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 registrar of members interests?
It's on the step ladder.
Blackwood has had his hand in almost everything that is corrosive to the spirit.
Woolidge Arsenal.
Lime house 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 side slaughterhouse
Nine Elms.
A factory by the river.
Well done, Watson. That should lead us right to Blackwood.
Dead or Alive.
Not us.
You.
Yes...
Just a figure of speech, old boy.
He's left it there on purpose.
More coal doctor.
That's a good one.
Glad to see you two are working hard then.
And I thought you were trying to be discrete.
You would not last one day in the navy.
Holmes, are you sure that there is no
alternative means of water transportation, than that.
I guarantee you nobody knows London's waterways better.
Tanners practically a fish himself.
At least he certainly drinks like one.
Oh you've found a sense of humour, doctor.
If only just a sense.
I better take over. A bit tricky down here.
Come on...
- Look familiar? - Yep.
All that's missing is a ginger midget.
They cleared something away from here.
Not minutes ago.
Like what?
I'm not sure. Something mechanical.
Holmes, look at this.
- 1:18 - Chapter and verse.
Revelations. 1:18. I am he that giveth, and was dead.
And behold of the life for ever more.
I warned you, Holmes to accept
that this was beyond your control.
beyond what your rational mind could comprehend
What a busy afterlife that you are having.
I want you to bear witness.
Tomorrow, at midday, the world as you know it, will end.
Show me your face and it will be the end of your world right now.
Save the bullets, Watson.
A gift for you.
What was that about saving bullets?
She followed you here, Holmes.
You led your lamb to slaughter.
Holmes!
This game was designed to hurt.
Watson!
It's warm in here, Watson!
In over your head yet, darling?
- Hold on there! - I can't.
Let me take your weight.
Give us a leg up, old boy.
These German locks always give me trouble.
It's a band saw.
No matter. We have plenty of time.
Holmes...
- It's not working. - Keep calm.
Holmes! Hurry up.
Hope you're not getting excited...
Turn of that valve.
And we bounce in... Three
...two,
...one.
Thank you.
I'm gonna get after, Blackwood.
Thank you.
We should go help the doctor.
Holmes!
Lord. Coward has issued a warrant for your arrest.
Watson's alive. Just get out of here, sir. Go.
Will the train be departing on time?
The trains been delayed, madam.
Shouldn't be long now though.
The train will depart when I tell it too.
And you will leave my employment, when I allow you too.
I fulfilled my contract.
I found Reorden.
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, Reardon was making for Blackwood.
finish the job, or the next dead body will be Sherlock Holmes.
The surgeon should be along shortly.
He should be able to rest now.
Excuse me.
Is that the best you can do?
Yes for now.
I must attend to my other patients.
Doctor...
Doctor!
Please!
I know that you care for him as much as I do.
This is not your responsibility, It was his choice.
He'd say it was worth the wounds.
Solve this.
Whatever it takes.
It's Lord Blackwood, sir.
I've never been in over my head.
It's nothing to do with me, but I'd advise you to leave the case alone.
You're not taking this seriously are you, Holmes.
I told you to accept, this was beyond your control
Tomorrow at mid-day, the world will end.
Holmes.
You and I are bound together on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature.
Steel your mind, Holmes.
He will raise a force that will change the very course of the world.
His power grows.
This is the source of his power.
I need you.
The secret lies in the book of spells.
Three more will die...
and there's nothing you can do to save them.
We know you don't believe in magic.
Reardon was working with Blackwood.
The only thing missing was his ring.
Give up, Holmes.
This is a riddle you can not solve.
Good morning.
Now, you need to work.
Familiar artwork?
You look gorgeous.
Some how, I knew you wouldn't leave.
You made the front page.
Only a name, and no picture?
So it looks like, you'll be needing to work outside the law now,
and that's my area of expertise.
I feel safer already.
You seem to be making a rapid recovery.
Yes...
I took this shrapnel out myself.
Mary said I had a lousy doctor.
Well I'm... 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 to 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 thousand's of years of theological disparity.
But that's for another time.
Blackwood's method is based on a ritualistic mystical system
that's been employed by the Temple of the Four Orders for centuries.
To fully understand the system, to get inside it,
I re-enacted the ceremony we interrupted at the crypt,
with a few enhancements of my own.
my journey took me some what further down the rabbit hole than I intended
and though I dirtied my fluffy white tail
I have emerged, enlightened.
The fraternity who decidedly control the empire
who share the belief with the kings, Pharaohs, and emperors of old
that the Sphinx was a door to another dimension.
A gateway to immeasurable power.
It's made up of four parts.
The foot of a lion, the tail of an ox, the wings of an eagle
and the head of a man.
In Sir Thomas’s secret chamber, I found a bone of an ox
the tooth of a lion, the feather of an eagle and a hair of a man.
Map.
The points of the stars represent the five murdered girls
but the cross is what we're now interested in.
It’s a wildly held belief, that within the architecture of the great cities
are coded references to the system
Since he rose from the grave, Blackwood's killed three men.
Each murder was committed at a location that has a direct connection with the temple
therefore the system.
Reardon, the ginger midget.
represents man. We found his body here.
Sir Thomas... master of the temple, wore the ox ring.
He died here.
Standish, the ambassador to America Where the eagle has been the national
emblem for over a hundred years .
The headquarters of the Temple of the Four Order is 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.
Alright you four stay here and the rest of you come with me.
Right this way.
Ladies first.
Follow these instructions.
Hello, hello, hello...
Did the devil turn up?
Well never mind.
You've got the next best thing.
Beg your pardon my lord, I know that it’s unorthodox
But Mr. Holmes here, his been making some serious accusations about you
and The Order.
I see.
At least this solves the great mystery of 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 his murders.
or just the one I prevented?
Very distinctive, those hand made 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’s nothing more stimulating than a
case where everything goes against you.
How many members of parliament do you intend to murder at noon today.
Man, ox, eagle, lion. The lion's parliament isn't it?
Very clever.
But it's not murder, Mr. Holmes.
It's mercy.
We are giving the weak masses a strong Shepard.
Don't you see that it's for their own...
No. But I don't care much what you think.
I just 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’ve 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.
Then isn't anytime 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 over that terrace.
Technically that isn’t the top window, is it sailor boy.
- What is it? - Well, it's the middle window.
Anyway, you’d be pleased to know that Lestrade performed in his role perfectly.
Actually, I think he rather enjoyed it.
I hope you know what you're doing, Holmes.
Here's the key.
You got what you needed from, Coward?
Yes, I smoked him out with relative ease.
- Tanner? - Yes?
If you would captain, take us onto the bridge
Port side. proximately 100 yards beyond that you'll find a tunnel, that leads us to the sewers.
Right away, sir.
The end is nigh.
Blackwood’s come back from hell and laid a curse upon this land
Behold, Blackwood's magic revealed.
What does it do?
It's a chemical weapon.
The first of its kind.
You deduced that, how?
From my pocket.
I snipped this of a rather common rat at the slaughterhouse.
Notice the blue discolouration.
The faintest smell of almonds, tell-tale traces of cyanide.
Now we know what the ginger midget was working on.
- It will revolutionise warfare. - Yes killing a lot of people.
Now, there's 7 minutes until noon. What are we going to do?
We must do this carefully...
She loves an entrance, your muse.
Shoot him! Now please!
My lords! My lords.
Time has come for any of those who believe, to remain.
Behold... Lord Blackwood.
You seem surprised.
I have returned from beyond the grave to fulfil 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.
and the gas will travel up that shaft
and filter through the ventilation system that leads directly to parliament.
Within seconds, of it's administration the most powerful men in the world will be choking on death.
Blackwood must have some sort of transmitter
that connects with it remotely.
Three minutes and ten seconds.
I will create an empire that will endure for a millennia
Indestructible and eternal.
Move it! Move it!
We don't have to actually 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 service 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.
- 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 any more.
Fare thee well.
I don't want to run any more.
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 possessed outside you cell.
Your reputation and the inmates fear did the rest.
Others required more elaborate preparations.
It was sandstone slab that covered your tomb.
you had it broken before your burial
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 therefore was 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 odourless, tasteless flammable liquid
yet it burned 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'd 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, in the most powerful weapon of all.
You'd better hope that it's nothing more than superstition,
as you performed all the rituals perfectly.
The devil's due a soul, I'd say.
For god's sake, Holmes cut me loose!
First, the world will see you for what you are.
A fraud.
Then you'll 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.
What was it precisely?
Please don't underestimate him.
He's just as brilliant as you are.
and infinitely more devious.
We'll see about that.
You'll miss me, Sherlock?
Sadly... yes.
- Afternoon, sir. I put the notebook in this one, sir. - Thank you.
What's in these, John?
- Scribbles. - Scribbles?
- Notes. - They're your adventures!
I'd like to read them.
Come on, what's wrong?
I think his finally come to terms with you leaving?
Mary, look at the ring his given us.
Now 5 minutes here, and we'll go home.
Our home.
Careful on the stairs.
Don't worry, dear.
Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far to fond of himself for that.
Holmes!
Good afternoon.
I was trying to deduce the manner in which Blackwood survived his execution.
Clearing your good name, as it were.
But it had a surprising Soporific effect on me, and
I was carried off in the arms off, Morpheus
like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Good afternoon, dear.
Get on with it, Holmes.
Cleverly concealed in the hang-mans 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'd hate to cut him off midstream.
Carry on.
Well the executioner attached it to a harness.
Thus lowering the weight contributed 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 managed it with braces, belts and a coat hook.
Please, Watson, my tongue is going and I'll be of no use to you at all.
- Worse things could happen. - John.
None of this, explains Blackwood's lack of pulse
Right.
Now the medical mystery.
We must restore your reputation, Watson.
There is a toxin refined from the nectar of rhododendron ponticum.
It's quite infamous in the region of Turkey, bordering the Black Sea, for it's
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's disease.
His demonstrating the very effects that I just described.
He doesn't mind.
Mary don't worry. he's seen far worse.
Mr. Holmes?
Doctor, Miss Mary...
Sorry. Inspector Lestrade asks 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 the sewage workers found his body just this morning, sir
We believe the sergeant, was our first man on the scene...
Can I help you, officer?
Shot in the head.
Was it a small calibre bullet?
Yes.
Was there powder burns on his eyebrows?
Indeed, sir.
Point blank range.
Moriarty.
Professor Moriarty.
There's a good boy!
Everything's gonna be fine.
Where is Blackwood's device now?
Secret Service have it, sir.
They've taken over the case.
I'd wager, there's a piece missing.
So Moriarty was after a piece of the machine.
Not the poison.
There’s nothing more elusive than an obvious fact.
The wire free invention was the game all along.
And Adler was just the diversion.
He knew I'd chase after her,
there by leaving the machine accessible.
The technology of that kind can be worth, an untold fortune.
Imagine being able to control a radio device simply by sending a command via radio waves.
It's the future, Watson.
I've loaded the last of your boxes, sir.
- Well... - Well...
Gladstone!
Stop him before he gets to the front door.
Clarky?
Case reopened.
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