I was mistaken.
- What? - I made a mistake.
He took the shot from here.
Using a tripod and a shooting stick.
And realized there was a better position.
There's a faint scrape where he dragged his tripod and set it up here.
- Six hundred yards? - Or 650?
Not to mention a seven- or eight-mile-an-hour wind.
He would've needed a wind gauge.
Which he placed here.
And put a cigarette down here.
Can anyone shoot that far?
Not more than half a dozen men in all of Europe.
How many of those men served in Afghanistan?
- Why? - Hirschsprung with a touch of Tekel.
Must have fallen out when he was rolling up.
Wasn't that the blend you all smoked?
- Didn't I read something about a colonel? - Sebastian Moran.
Best marksman in the British army.
Dishonorable discharge.
He's likely now a gun for hire. This is the second victim of his that I've encountered.
What better way to conceal a killing?
No one looks for a bullet hole in a bomb blast.
- He's 20 minutes late. - He must come soon.
I don't have any papers.
And I am a foreigner.
This climate is exactly what Moriarty wants.
Ahem. The omelet fines herbes was divine...
...but they spared every expense on the tea.
Now shall we compare moods, or consider what we know?
Last night's bombing was clearly meant...
...to look like Germany's retaliation for Strasbourg.
However, the bomb was also meant to conceal the murder of just one man.
The man killed by the gunshot was none other than Alfred Meinhard.
Ah.
He makes guns. Big guns.
Only days ago, a large share of his company was bought by an unknown investor.
Moriarty.
The clues point in one direction, but to avoid repeating last night's debacle...
...I was obliged to collect more sufficient data, hence my tardiness.
Train departs in 40 minutes, sir.
Whoa!
- Just the bags. - But...
We have enough time for me to indulge my little habit.
Yes.
His habit of feeding that urban species, the feral pigeon.
So there are seven mainline railway stations in Paris.
But taking 10 minutes to get to the Jardin des Tuileries...
...where the largest concentration of the winged vermin may be found...
...reduces there to one, the Gare du Nord...
...where he will be just in time to catch the 11:04 train to Berlin.
It makes several stops along the way, one of which is...
Heilbronn.
Exactly where we must go.
Where Meinhard's factory is.
It's Moriarty's factory now.
Unfortunately, due to the bombing...
...the crossing between France and Germany is to be closed.
I'm afraid our pursuit is over unless we can happen upon a comrade...
...who knows their way around borders.
Too English.
However, you do make a fantastic gypsy.
Certainly smell like a fantastic gypsy.
Now, now, no need to be demeaning.
It is a nice scarf.
No, no, too English. It'll suit you more.
Black one is yours. Gray one is mine.
- And this is for you. - Um... Hmm.
Right.
- Where are the wagons? - The wagon is too slow.
Can't you ride?
It's not that he can't ride.
How is it you put it, Holmes?
They're dangerous at both ends and crafty in the middle.
Why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?
Then I shall require a bicycle, thank you very much.
It's 1891. Could've chartered a balloon.
How can we make this more manageable?
Where's the fire?
It's not as if Germany is going somewhere.
We know another way.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Come on!
We slip in through the loading bay, find out what he's doing...
...and we get out.
Getting out might be tricky.
We will get you out.
If my brother's in there, get him out alive.
Are you happy?
- What? - At this moment...
...are you as happy as you would be on your honeymoon in Brighton?
I'm not going to grace that question with an answer.
- Are you happy? - I think we're here for another reason.
- Okay. - Shall we get on...?
- Simple question. - Will we do something?
- Or wait for them to come back round? - What time is it?
- Three-fifteen. - Over there...
...in the residential part of the complex should be a telegraph office.
Send this to Mycroft. Be back here on the hour.
That's what you get, Mr. Holmes, when industry marries arms.
Now put your gun down.
It's a bit old-fashioned.
What you need is one of these.
Go on.
Pick one.
Machine pistol, self-repeating.
Takes 1.63 caliber rounds...
...in one of these.
A 10-shot box magazine.
- Easy enough to load. - Hmm.
I'd imagine one would have to retract the bolt to engage the first round.
Easier done than said.
Take him to the surgery.
I'll find the doctor.
"Come at once if convenient.
If inconvenient, come all the same."
This is schnapps.
A telegram was sent from here.
This isn't schnapps, it's aquavit, distilled from potato mash.
A common misconception. Thank you, by the way.
Who was it sent to?
My horror at your crimes is matched only...
...by my admiration at the skill it took to achieve them.
Who was it sent to?
You used the anarchists and their bombs to create a crisis in Europe...
...nation against nation
Under various pseudonyms, you bought, schemed, or murdered your way...
...into numerous industries, assuring that none of it could be traced to you.
Cotton, opium, steel, now arms and chemical weaponry.
All to be shipped across Europe in less than a week.
Everything from bullets to bandages.
Now that you own the supply, you intend to create the demand.
A world war.
You are familiar with Schubert's work.
The Trout is perhaps my favorite.
A fisherman grows weary of trying to catch an elusive fish.
Out the way, out the way.
So he muddies the water.
I'm warning you.
Confuses the fish.
You were warned.
It doesn't realize until too late that it has swum into a trap.
Let's try this again, shall we?
To whom did you send the telegram?
To my...
To my brother Mycroft.
What are you playing at?
That's not fair.
I've just got one more question for you.
Which one of us is the fisherman...
...and which the trout?
Holmes?
- Holmes? - Unh.
Take your time. Take your time.
Uh...
Always good to see you, Watson.
- What were you thinking? - Wait.
Wait?
Well, if you must know, I was thinking I had him right where I wanted him.
Right. Crack on, then.
Professor.
I'm all right, I'm all right.
Don't waste time attending to me.
I'll find them. I'll find them.
Turn in three, two, one.
Come on, hurry up!
Go!
- Did you see my brother? - No, but I'm certain he's been here.
- Where are we going? - Over that wall.
- How did you know I'd find you? - You didn't find me.
You collapsed a building on me.
- Where are the horses? - They're behind.
- We need them. - You wanna go back?
What's our way out?
That's our way out.
Go! Go!
Come on!
Marko! Marko!
He's not breathing.
Cradle his head.
Raise his legs.
Bloody well not gonna die on me.
I'm not gonna make this easy on you.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
I know you can hear me, you selfish bastard.
Come on!
I know you can hear me, you bastard.
His wedding gift.
Terrible dream.
You, Mary, Gladstone and I were in a restaurant.
That satanic pony was there as well, a massive fork in his hoof...
...and he turned on me!
What have you administered?
Your wedding present.
Who's been dancing on my chest?!
ME.
Why is my ankle so itchy?
You have a large piece of wood sticking out of it.
Good Lord. You, Tamas.
I have an important job to discuss with you. Remind me of it later.
Sit down. Drink this.
I need to get that out before it turns septic.
- Did you call me "selfish bastard"? - Probably.
Just leave it in. Leave it...!
You are a...
- Oh, you are some sort of... - Be nice.
I'm sorry you didn't get to Brighton.
Me too.
- I think we should go home. - I concur.
We're going home.
Via Switzerland.
What better place to start a war than a peace summit?
We'll drop in and see my brother. I'm sure he's missed you. Hm?
I don't understand why you don't cancel the summit.
Fact is it's gonna happen whether we like it or not.
Everyone has already arrived.
Although these gentlemen may be talking peace...
...believe me, they're readying their armies at home.
To cancel the summit now would be tantamount to war.
- The telegram, wasn't it clear? - We have doubled the security, sir.
Oh, doubled security. That's comforting.
You don't understand the delicacy of the situation.
I passed the telegram on to my superiors.
But they brought Moriarty in to advise on the peace process in the first place.
He has positioned himself brilliantly.
He's one of our foremost intellectuals, a personal friend...
Of the prime minister. Yes, we all know that.
I believe you, but where's your evidence?
He's too good to leave evidence.
He doesn't leave loose ends.
Oh, he's alive.
Sherly, put that down.
What is this contraption? May I have it? The effect is most invigorating.
That's my private and personal supply of oxygen, and you're not to touch it.
This argument is getting us nowhere.
I've arranged for documents to be prepared which allow you into the ball. Carruthers.
Stanley, Stanley.
You haven't aged a day. Is that my favorite chutney?
Fact is, we don't really know what he's planning.
- It won't be another bomb. - No, it wouldn't be.
It doesn't make sense.
Why would he attack all the nations only to unite them?
It'll be an assassination.
By alone gunman at close range.
Rene.
Unfortunately, yes.
- You knew. - I had my suspicions.
But having seen who would be attending, I'm now certain.
Well, at least we know who to look out for.
Rene will be the evidence.
If we can find him and stop him, we will perhaps not only save his life...
...but prevent the collapse of Western civilization.
No pressure.
Welcome, ambassador.
Professor James Moriarty.
Now we're all present...
...I can tell you that the targets are the German chancellor and his ambassador...
...the French prime minister and his man.
And the other nations are really working out which side to take should hostilities erupt.
Prince Michael, a cousin of the czar, and the Russian ambassador.
The Archduke Karl Ludwig and the Austro-Hungarian ambassador.
The Romanian Prime Minister and his ambassador.
And of course our prime minister and the British ambassador.
He'll choose a moment when the dignitaries are assembled, preferably standing still.
Is there to be an official photograph?
Indeed, yes. In 38 minutes.
In which case, we might as well dance.
I've never done this before.
Just follow my lead.
- What do you see? - Everything.
That is my curse.
But you don't see what you're looking for.
I thought you'd never ask.
Over my shoulder.
Young man, German uniform, ceremonial sword.
Got him.
Professional opinion?
Trauma.
Major injury.
But excellent repair work.
Dr. Hoffmanstahl.
You did say he was at the forefront of a medical innovation.
We've already seen an example of his skills.
Those twins weren't twins.
My suspicions were aroused in Heilbronn...
...when one failed to go to the aid of the other.
I also noticed the discreet but unmistakable puckering behind the ear...
...where his skin had been drawn back. I should've realized then...
...that they were a surgical experiment.
To see if it is possible to make one man look like another.
His face is no longer his own.
What better way to guarantee his world war than to make the assassin...
One of the ambassadors.
That narrows down the possibility to one of six.
You and Sim shall find her brother.
- Of this I have no doubt. - Holmes.
You know my methods.
And I know where you'll be.
No possible solution could be more congenial to me than this.
By the way, who taught you how to dance?
You did.
Well, I've done a fine job.
Be careful.
Shall we go to work?
Ladies and gentlemen, please, gather for the portrait.
I'm sorry.
Is this a bad time?
Never better.
- Would you bring that clock? - Heh.
We get to play that game after all.
Here we are.
Don't want you to catch a cold.
A five-minute game?
If you think you can manage it.
We both have two bishops.
I may be absent from the room, but my methods are not.
You can't mean Dr. Watson, surely.
That doesn't seem fair.
Right. The surgery will have left scars.
Only four of them have the hairline to hide them.
The ambassador that you replaced with Rene, is he still alive?
Would you like me to recommend your next move?
They're all my brother's height, right build...
...but their eyes.
Their eyes are wrong. Rene has blue eyes.
He could be wearing glass lenses to change the color.
In which case, his eyes will be hurting.
Rene is left-handed.
Perhaps the assassin will take measures...
...Io ensure he doesn't give himself away.
Like a gambler concealing a tell.
I think it might be him.
You think?
Your clock is ticking.
You have to be sure.
May I remind you, this is blitz chess
A single miscalculation will cost you the game.
If I tackle the wrong man to the ground, I could start a war.
Maybe it's less obvious.
A nervous tic. A ﬂutter of anxiety.
I expect everyone has a reason to be nervous tonight.
I don't know.
So perhaps it's the opposite:
A failure to behave naturally.
An actor so consumed with his performance...
...that the one characteristic he cannot accommodate...
...is spontaneous reaction.
Carruthers, protect the prime minister.
Germany will pay! Mark my words!
That doesn't bode well, does it?
Seems your bishop was of some benefit after all.
The game is still young.
Actually, it's in its adolescence.
There are more of us!
Germany will pay!
No loose ends.
What happened to him? I'm a doctor. A doctor!
What happened?
- Curare. - What's wrong with him?
It's poison.
Do something!
Doctor, do something!
No.
I think you've just lost your most valuable piece.
But a winning strategy sometimes necessitates sacrifice.
A war has been averted.
Mm. Oh, I disagree.
How so?
Didn't you find it strange that the telegram you sent...
...didn't inspire any action to stop me?
You see, hidden within the unconscious...
...is an insatiable desire for conflict.
So you're not fighting me so much as you are the human condition.
All I want to do is own the bullets and the bandages.
War on an industrial scale is inevitable.
They'll do it themselves within a few years.
All I have to do is wait.
I like Switzerland.
They respect a man's privacy here.
Particularly if he has a fortune.
Bishop takes knight. Check.
The game is over.
You should get that shoulder looked at.
About that fortune of yours.
I believe it's just been substantially reduced.
King to rook two.
I attended several of your lectures.
The equations of motion, which you will find in my book.
The energy that is required to release these explosions is...
It was in Oslo when I first caught a glimpse of your little notebook...
...red leather-bound from Smythson of Bond Street.
Rook to king's rook three. Check.
Bishop to rook three.
Its importance was not fully apparent to me...
...until I observed your penchant for feeding pigeons.
Then it occurred that with an empire so enormous...
...even you must keep a record of it somewhere.
Bishop takes bishop.
Rook to bishop four.
I then only required the notebook itself.
You didn't make it easy.
Just the bags.
I would need to endure a considerable amount of pain.
Mycroft...
...care of Her Majesty's Secret Service.
But the notebook would undoubtedly be encoded, so how then to break the code?
- Rook takes rook. - Pawn takes rook.
Bishop to bishop seven.
Queen takes knight pawn.
Does The Art of Domestic Horticulture mean anything to you?
How could a man as meticulous as you own such a book...
...yet completely neglect the flowers in his own window box? Irony abounds.
Never mind, it's safe, in London...
...where my colleagues are making good use of it.
The most formidable criminal mind in Europe has just had all his money stolen...
...by perhaps the most inept inspector in the history of Scotland Yard.
Any chance of a cup of tea?
Box 0403.
- Tick. - Box 0801.
- How much more is there? - That's the end of page two.
Page three.
He'll be making an anonymous donation to the Widows and Orphans of War Fund.
Bishop to bishop eight. Discover check.
And, incidentally, mate.
I seem to have injured my shoulder. Would you mind?
Be my pleasure.
Once we've concluded our business here...
...it's important you know...
...I shall endeavor to find the most creative of endings for the doctor.
And his wife.
His advantage, my injury.
My advantage, his rage.
Incoming assault feral, but experienced.
Use his momentum to counter.
Come now.
You really think you're the only one who can play this game.
Trap arm. Target weakness.
Follow with haymaker.
Ah. There we find the boxing champion of Cambridge.
Competent, but predictable.
Now allow me to reply.
Arsenal running dry. Adjust strategy.
Wound taking its toll.
As I feared. Injury makes defense untenable.
Prognosis increasingly negative.
Let's not waste any more of one another's lime.
We both know how this ends.
Conclusion, inevitable.
Unless...
A few words may suffice to tell the little that remains.
Any attempt at finding the bodies was absolutely hopeless.
And so there...
...deep down in that dreadful caldron of swirling water and seething foam...
...will lie for all lime...
...the most dangerous criminal...
...and the foremost champion of the law of their generation.
I shall' ever regard him as the best...
...and the wisest man whom I have ever known.
John?
- John. - Mm-hm.
You should probably pack.
It's half past 2...
- ...and the carriage is coming at 4. - Mm.
It's gonna be a beautiful week in Brighton.
Yes, it'll be fun.
I'm looking forward to it.
You know I miss him too..
...In my own way.
He would have wanted us to go.
He would have wanted to come with us.
When's Mrs. Hudson coming for Gladstone?
Oh, soon.
Three o'clock.
Mary?
Who delivered this parcel?
The postman.
The usual chap or...
...did he look peculiar?