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- When this despicable band of thieves and murderers commit
crimes at which they forbid my interference,
they leave behind a signal. Or else
Watson or Mrs. Hudson could well die.
But you could go where I cannot.
Can't find his wife's
jewel box.
I hear the
gems is worth a palace.
- Why kidnap Clara before you've stolen from me?
- Please do not tell my parents.
- Don't tell your parents how you planned your
own kidnapping and stole your mother's jewels.
I am dealing with a vast criminal syndicate
of unbridled reach, even inside the police.
- They're bringing 'er right out, sir.
Thank you, Constable.
Congratulations on your rapid apprehension of this coachman
who kidnapped the American ambassador's daughter.
The jewels on his person did the criminal confess?
- No, sir, but he'll eventually tell us all.
Sent him off to Newgate.
Ah.
But we kept the girl close.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
Oh, no. I'm not going anywhere
with that man. Take me back to my cell.
- Here, here, young lady.
Be grateful you have a benevolent employer.
That's willing to be personally liable for your behaviour?
You're sure she's worth the trouble, sir?
Well, the girl has her
faults, but
domestics are very difficult to train,
and I hate the thought of having to
start all over again with someone new.
I'm sure the girl will calm down
once she returns to the kitchen.
Usually work, sir.
I'm going back to Baker Street
and getting my things and leaving.
- Very well. On your current heading, it'll take
approximately 131 days to reach your destination,
depending on the schedules of various trains and steamers and
the probability of good weather in the South Java Sea.
- Are you saying that I'm going in the wrong direction?
- Not wrong, merely eccentric. - If you're open to a journey, a
briefer than circumnavigating the globe,
you could step into this cab with which I came to rescue you.
- Rescue me? I wouldn't need rescuing
if you hadn't abandoned me.
- I didn't abandon you. I had to leave to
prevent the police from recognising. Come along.
- Maybe the coffin factory was meant to
burn. Have you ever thought about that?
And what thanks do I get for Clara?
I'm threatened, accused, arrested,
as if you and only you
can decide when a criminal is caught.
Not through the front door.
Oh, blow it out your bottom.
Good heavens!
A message for you, sir.
Not now Halligan.
- You may pack your possessions, but you may not leave. You've
been released into mine custody.
I will not spend another
night in this
house with your insufferable smugness.
Oh!
Key! The key!
Oh, never mind.
Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.
It's an urgent message in need of a reply.
- Read it to me then. A.A. - Templeton Insurance Co, NY USA.
- Request to immediately engage your services, locating jewels
stolen from U.S. Ambassador London. Stop.
Favourable terms expenses a £500 bonus if
jewels were recovered or claimed legitimate.
Grateful for your prompt reply.
Stop. Albert Templeton, President.
- My response to Mr. A Templeton,
regret must decline. Stop.
Present engagements preclude. Stop.
Good help, hard to find. Stop.
Amelia! Amelia, if you do not open this
door at once, I will knock it down. Amelia!
Amelia, very well!
- Sir! A person of your station and reputation should not drag a
young scullery maid and throw her out on the street!
Well, I beg you, sir. Let me do it.
- Mrs. Halligan. I have this completely under control.
Consider your honor, sir!
- And I would urge you to consider the life of your
sister, still the rightful owner of this house.
Now, to rescue Mrs. Hudson and Dr. Watson, I would instantly
trade my honour, my reputation and my good fortune.
And yours too, if it came to it. Now, saving Mrs. Hudson's life
requires me to enter this room.
So if Amelia does not immediately
open this door, I will knock it down.
However ill-used you feel, I took you
from the street when you had nowhere to go.
I employed you, I fed you, and you have repaid me for these
kindnesses by refusing to follow my instructions
in a manner that has put my closest friends beyond reach.
- Then why free me from the police then? If I destroyed a
plan that you never shared with me, I'm an ingrate.
You say we're not related, that my mother is a liar?
- Well, you insist we are bound by blood. But first you can tell
me how we are tied together by this.
- Why is this red thread so important to you?
- Because this is the signal I told you about. The signature of
the criminal syndicate responsible for
the kidnapping of my friends, a red thread,
which they leave tied to something at the scene of every
crime they would forbid me to investigate.
- There is a red thread like this in Clara's room.
Yes.
And that's why you left.
- Yes. You have another. Which means you're either connected to
the red thread or else you found it somewhere. Which is it?
- It involves my mother's murder.
- How? After all, this is a crime you have insisted I should
help you solve. Well, now I am so disposed.
Speak. Tell me everything.
As I recall, you were absent during the attack, delivering
designs for a parade float to Los Angeles.
Was anything missing on your return?
- I didn't notice right away that they took several map cases
filled with mama's mechanical drawings.
Surprising because many of them were very old.
- Indeed. And where was the red thread?
- In the most terrible place.
Tied to this.
Ah, the murder
weapon. Wise of you to keep it?
And then?
- I held on to her for a while.
I don't know how long ago.
- Of course. Of course you did. - Was her body warm to the touch?
It was cold. Stiff.
- So, Rigamortis established but not dissipated. Her death was
four to twelve hours before your return,
so there is nothing you could have done to prevent it.
Were you able to identify the number of attacks?
- I counted the hooves of four horses. They disappeared
at the river. And the footprints it all went away.
- So I thought out, premeditated.
What did you do next?
I buried her.
What is this picture?
- It was her favorite photograph. Then
the time she worked on the Wild West show.
And this is the letter I read to
you where she says you're my father.
Yes. Wild West show, the most
celebrated theatrical event of the 19th century.
There, there.
Here. Here.
Well, I'm sorry for your loss.
Your mother's murder proves the syndicate
behind the red thread is even larger than I feared.
They are able to reach across the world.
Why do they require such size and scope?
Crime or crimes are they hoping to commit?
What does your mother's death have to do with it?
It appears her murder and the kidnappings
are connected to a much greater enterprise.
- Let's talk about our plan for today.
Fortunately, we still have two living links to the red thread,
namely Clara Anderson and Charlie the coachman.
Now I must merely do the impossible and visit Charlie in
prison without alerting anyone to my presence.
And you must follow up with your friend, Clara.
My friend?
Clara is a thief and a liar. She stole from her own mother.
She's letting a man rot in jail for
kidnapping her when she willingly went with him.
But Charlie did kidnap her.
Clara planned a fake abduction unless she believed that she was
expecting to spend her honeymoon in a coffin.
I'd say her elopement misfired in a spectacular fashion.
And like us, the red thread are fully aware of her
vulnerabilities and one day will
probably extort her for their own purposes.
We cannot afford for her misdeeds to become public
knowledge to be severed from us.
- Well, I'm sure Clara thinks she got away with everything.
- Well, he must demonstrate otherwise. Be blunt.
She'll respond better to cruelty than to kindness and get to
her before the authorities can question her.
- Well, Clara has diplomatic immunity.
- From the police, not from this insurance investigator who is
likely to appear at the house this very day.
I would have done so.
But you refused that, Job.
Yes. Well, the mountain
inquiry into the kidnapping and
the duel theft will put me in an open conflict with the red.
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