01x07 & 01x08 - The Mistress of Lord Maulbre

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Sherlock Holmes with
his unique abilities

could have got a decent
financial well-being.

But Holmes treats money very strangely.

He charges huge sums from one clients,

but doesn't take a single penny from
another ones that are not poor at all.

I couldn't understand the logic
of this strange commerce

until I asked him personally.

"The routine makes me mad" he said,
"There are cases that bring me true joy.

My brain works in an incredible tension

and also my observation and my method.
These cases teach me.

How can I take money
for the joy of their sciences?

I'm ready to pay for these cases myself."

This was the commercial
logic of Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes.

Mister Calloway!

I'm here.

Mister Calloway, where are you?

Come here.

Where?

Story four. The mistress of lord Maulbrey.

Well, the beginning is intriguing,

but lucks something spicy.

Actually these are not cooking recipes.

And a luck of humor as well.

It's all somehow spooky and drily,

there's no life in there.

But this is actually a real story.

But listen, this detective,
such does not exist, this...

Not a single reader will believe in it.
So be god with you.

Fine.

It's not fine.

Listen, no need to create,
no need to create something new.

- Write like Stevenson,
- Like Stevenson!

- But fresher.
- Like Stevenson?

Well, I won't be able to
write like Stevenson.

But try. Try and you will.

Listen, listen,

you're acting like a somewhat,
I don't know... like Byron!

But only similarity is that
you both are invalids.

Yes, this is my final answer.

But Martha.

I'm not Martha for you anymore.
ood bye.

I said get out!

- Ah, sorry, Mrs. Hudson.
- Ah, doctor.

Can I... so to say...

You know, what a beautiful
weather, isn't it?

Horrible!

Venus in the sign of Mars, it will be wet.

You know, somehow after
Afghanistan I started

to love more our granny England with her

rains, with her...
-The tea's in one hour.

...humidity.

Tell me, can I ask a tactless question:

Who was that man
in the checkered gaiters?

O'Shaughnessy.

He has a cattle-ranch in Scotland,
grown daughters,

he's a widower and just
now we've finally parted.

What a pity.

I mean, I'm so sorry
eeh you understand,

I have no right to ask this question
and I won't ask you this question.

What questions?

What was...

I don't like the smell of cowshed
and the rivalry with other women.

That's right.

Aah, I

I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, I...

What are you sorry for?

What?

The vase.

The vase.

But... forgive me! But I...

Let me, let me, I'll help,

let me,

- I...I'll h... let me, I'm pleading you
- Please

- Mister Watson!
- I... I'll buy... a new one.

Please excuse me,

the door was open.

Can I see Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

All right, but why do you think you
will be the fifth victim, miss...?

Baker. Elizabeth Baker.

As I said, Mr. Holmes, this man
follows me not for the first day, plus

his look matches the descriptions
in the newspapers.

He's short,

chunky, about - ,

and today when I was collecting
my clothes from laundry I found this.

"Dear Elizabeth, you are
the best this life has.

I'm asking for a date.

Don't hurry with the refusal,
you will have time to say no.

You are young, beautiful, but not rich,

but I'm experienced, consistent
and also is not married.

I will wait for you on Friday
at o'clock in the evening

near Spitalfields entrance.

No signature.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Baker.
Now everything depends only on you.

I don't even know what
to answer, Mr. Holmes.

Maybe we can call the police?

I think it's not a bad idea.

Bad.

As soon as the criminal

sees a constable on the porch

he will get scared and will run away,

and everything looks like it's finished,

but not for always.

For a while.

Any sensible parent can't allow his child

to appear in bait for
a m*rder*r, Mr. Holmes.

I understand.

Can I?

That's one side,

but from another side,

but from another side, it's worse,

Worse when feeling
constant fear and unrest.

Why stretch the moment
if everything is already decided?

- Linda!
- Henry!

Well, if you guarantee the safety,

gentlemen.

But! My daughter

must mot experience anything bad.

I promise you that the worst

won't happen.

Watson, tell.

Yes.

Wait, wait,

it's not him,

it's a port wench and her client.

And this one is ours.

Dammit, doctor, let him do his business,

otherwise we won't have evidence.

- What is it?
-Wait!

Hold it!

Careful, careful, let me.

Quiet-quiet-quiet-quiet.

Gentlemen, silence in the hall! Order!

All rise!

The court reads out the verdict.

Henry Thomas Calloway,

the court finds you guilty and
sentences you to death by hanging.

The verdict is final and not appealable
and should be enforced during the day.

Read the "Chronicle"!
Henry Thomas Calloway

who committed four murders
got sentenced to hang!

The fifth victim has given her
testimony! London can sleep better!

Strange, but I even pity this man.

In the courtroom, almost all
criminals are like children.

Especially at the moment
of death sentence

and believe me, Watson,
I've seen such transformations

when the sentence was positive.

Mr. Holmes!

Mr. Holmes, I don't even
know how to thank you.

You and your friend,

if not for you I wouldn't...
- No need.

But still I'm grateful to you Mr. Holmes.

Miss Baker, say hello to your parents
from us, and we will definitely come

with Mr. Holmes to you for some tea.

We'll be happy to see you.

Bye.

Doctor, what are you writing
the whole time?

Why do you think so?

Your hand is covered with ink.

So, today I've read in the newspaper
about this m*rder*r Calloway.

He looks like a true Capricorn.

It's great that he finally will be hanged.

These gentlemen from Scotland Yard

can actually work when
they want to do their job.

But they want it very rarely.

But I find it strange

that the newspaper didn't have

a portrait of this lady, Elizabeth Baker.

Poor thing suffered so bad
it affected her looks.

You, Mrs. Hudson, are very careful woman.

I'm indeed thinking of
her for the whole day.

Get ready, Watson,

get ready, we'll eat later.

Excuse me, where are we going?

Patience, my friend, patience.

Holmes, you're calling for patience,

but we're going god knows
where, god knows why,

in the night, I didn't even drink my tea.

But I'm driving you to the tea.

You promised to visit Miss Baker.

Yes, but

it hasn't been two days yet, and also

we're going without any warning.

Maybe they're already sleeping.

They don't. My intuition tells me so.

- But then the light would
be on and, I don't know.

It would if somebody
would be living there.

- Strange.
- Watch the street.

Please.

Careful, Holmes. Holmes! But Holmes!

What are you looking for?

Help, help.

What is it?

"Lord George Stanley Maulbrey."

It's something. At least something.

Wait, wait, how you,

how did you guess that it was there?

I didn't guess, it's just
a methodical search.

We got lucky,

because I planned to
stay here for the night.

What do you think, what is
this visiting card doing here?

Visiting card of the nominal chairman
of the lord house George Maulbrey?

First version:

George Maulbrey was familiar
with Bakers and

during a visit to this house
he accidentally dropped

this card.

Even though Bakers were
renting this flat, I think,

for no more than two weeks,

and Maulbrey d*ed six weeks ago.

All the newspapers were
writing about that.

But why two weeks?

Considering the dust, nobody
even went to that room.

Pictures were here on the wall.

Usually the wallpaper fades below the
pictures, the squares should be dark.

Miss Baker's parents weren't
present in the court.

So what? What is suspicious in that?
Maybe they're ill, or...

If you had a daughter, John,

and her life was threatened
by some scoundrel,

wouldn't you want to be present in court
and watch how he's getting sentenced?

Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, it's logical, yes.

The people who were
hosting us are swindlers.

Yes?

And all of this are

decorations,

so to full the two overweening idiots.

Wa- wait. So this mistake

can cost a life of the poor Calloway?

- Wait
- I think it already did.

No, but we can, of course,
wake up the judge.

Don't hurry, doctor, destiny
still runs faster than us.

Holmes, puzzle solving is the
only thing that interests you,

and a human's life?
Nothing special? Away with?

Tom Henry Calloway is such
a distant person from me,

so yes, he's just a
part of the puzzle.

The things you say are just immoral.

Moral is the last refuge
for the intellect.

Henry Thomas Calloway,

you are charged with m*rder of

Ann Bishop, Joyce Sundengrast,
Lean Henderson, Mary Ringwelt,

and also with attempted
m*rder of Elizabeth Baker.

London city court in the face of
jurors, signatures are included,

and the judge James Baker
on the basis of article

of the criminal law of the kingdom
sentences you to hanging.

- Gentlemen, I'm I'm an elderly man
- Careful

- I have an awful headache
- The door

Before meeting our lord,
my son, tell me your last wish.

Where's the head of the prison?

I'm judge Bradshaw. These gentlemen have
woken me up in the middle of the night,

they wanted to come here.
Where's the head?

. in the morning, sir,
the head is on the execution.

Lead me there.

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures:

He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

He restoreth my soul:

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me;

thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:

Thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life:

And I will dwell in the house
of the Lord for ever. Amen.

That's not him!

That's not him!

- Are you to whom?
- To Henry Thomas Calloway.

Sorry, sir, he's in the next room.

Sentence to enforce.

Wait! Stop the execution!

So, you lost in cards.

What was the sum?

Huge. Really huge, pounds.

I would be better off to jump
into the Thames straight away.

Why didn't you?

Like this.

The fate sent me Mr. Bernard Buckley.

Oh, what a person he was! It's a fiend
from hell, this devil in human form.

Very literary. Where did you meet?

- With Mr. Buckley?
- Yes, with your devil.

At the exit of the gaming house.

So in the same evening?

Yes, Mr. Buckley proposed his help.

Excuse me, didn't it
seem strange to you

that an unknown man is
suddenly proposing his help?

pounds of debt, but
when you are proposed - .

Understand.
So to say, I understand,

a drowning man is not always viewing
the cleanliness of a helping hand

Very right words. You said it so right.

Mr. Buckley proposed
to follow ladies,

which I was successfully
doing for weeks,

and he even paid a half of
the agreed sum, pounds.

What exactly were you doing?

I followed the ladies
like a shadow, quietly,

and delivered information to Mr. Buckley

until these horrible
events started happening

and these four unfortunates
were k*lled one after another.

But here you would

even if not get scared, but at least ask
yourself a question: Why did the ladies

suffer such a horrible fate?

Yes, I asked him the same question
and even threatened

to go to the police.

But he, of course, said that he won't give
you the second part of the owed money

and that you actually became
an accomplice in all the crimes,

and you better keep your mouth shut.

Yes. Yes, exactly! Word for word.

Mr. Buckley showed me a
newspaper with crime news

and the description of the
m*rder*r fit me to an inch.

The trap was sprung.

Yes.

And then I agreed to meet with
the lady, Miss Elizabeth Baker.

My task was to charm her,
to make her fall in love with me.

I was concerned since I'm not
an Apollo at all, I wasn't

sure if such a sweet and beautiful
lady would be interested in me, but...

But suddenly she got interested.

Yes,

and then...

Mr. Calloway!

- Miss Elizabeth!
- Mr. Calloway!

- Miss Elizabeth, what's wrong?
- Mister

She began to tighten her scarf
on her neck so strong

that I, not a weak man at,
all couldn't untie the knot.

The most important is that you
held the ends of the knot,

that way you were caught in the act.

Fine, the man to whom you lost -
did you know him before?

He introduced himself as Gilbert Roy.

Oh, he's a horrible man,
I think he can commit a m*rder.

Where were you supposed
to bring the money?

To his house at Calverton Street .

Do you have by any chance the address
of your employer Bernard Buckley?

No, I'm telling you, he was
a devil in human form,

he was always appearing from nowhere

and disappearing to nowhere as well.

Fine. What did he look like?

A bit shorter than you by - inches,

about - , lean,
dark hair, brown eyes.

Pale? Long hands?

- Right
- Wears glasses with blue lenses?

Yes.

Remember I told you that there's no
such a criminal who can scare me?

Except for one - Moriarty.

Robert Moriarty.

He's the evil genius,

the professor of the criminal world,

and believe me, Watson, he
is quite worth this title.

Oh, so what, in the office
of the prison's head

you were describing
the look of Moriarty?

m*rder of girls is not his
style, the aim is too small.

The professor is not from these
primitive kind of murderers

who k*ll only for their
pleasure, there's something

else. Something

he gathered a whole army around him:

Elizabeth Baker, fake parents,
the card player Gilbert Roy.

It's clear that this honest company
doesn't work for him for nothing. Why?

Money?

Do you remember Roy's address?

Gilbert Roy...

Calverton Street . Go there and I'll
visit the relatives of the m*rder*d ladies.

Good day, sir, are you Gilbert Roy?

What the hell?

There's a letter from
your debtor Mr. Calloway.

How come you have it?

We were in the same prison cell,
well, until he was...

Give me.

We don't work for free,
sir, a shilling first.

Thank you, Mrs. Rincolt,
you are very kind.

Can I?

The will of the lord Maulbrey is still
not found! Read the latest news!

As far as I know, Mrs. Rincolt,
all these dresses were sewn in.

Francois Poulles' workshop.

And every dress has its own umbrella.

Yes, for a poor lady, your niece
was very decently dressed.

I told her it won't end well.

I don't know where Mary got
the money for all this attire.

Damn girl has gotten completely out of
hand for the past time. My poor silly girl.

Please accept my condolences
one more time, Mr. Bishop.

She was the kindness itself.

Not long before her death
she gave me this pipe.

- Can I?
- Yes,

yes and a fine tobacco set.

Dorwood's special,

not cheap for your circle.

The will of the lord Maulbre is still
not found! Read the latest news!

Excuse me.

Thank you, sir, you're helped me
so much. you know, it's mine.

Really?

Please give the cigar back.

What next! It's my cigars, I found it.

I understand. Take it.

One pound and deal.

- A pound?
- A pound.

And deal.

A pound. One second.

The will of the lord
Maulbre is still not found!

- Thank you.
- Read the latest news!

The will of the lord Maulbre is still
not found! Read the latest news!

Sir! Sir! Police, take him!

Stop!

Got you! Drag him to the station!

I might surprise you, Mr. Holmes,

but my late sister and I were twins.

But Joyce always had something,

something special about her

and I was always jealous of her.

But with Joyce's death

my jealousy has d*ed as well.

Sometimes, Mr. Holmes,
we should thank the lord

for his miserliness.

You have a very precise hand

for a common lady your
thoughts are very deep.

Thank you.

You asked me about unusual.

In the last years she started
driving around in carriages,

buying expensive things,

and a month before her death
she spent all her savings.

Well, it has an explanation.

A rich lover,

plus an elderly one.

He said to her that he
was going to make a will.

As far as I know this man was
one of the richest people in Britain.

Lord Maulbrey!

More than anything else
in the world, Mr. Holmes,

I wanted to be present

at this scoundrel Calloway's execution.

I'm afraid, Miss Sundengrast, Calloway's
execution won't close your sister's case.

You think the case is not disclosed yet?

I can't say anything to you now.

You were present in the court.

Of course, of course.

Do you remember suffering Miss Baker?

Very well.

The thing is that for
some unknown reasons

Miss Baker's portrait wasn't
saved in any newspaper reports.

You are an artist.

Of course, I... I definitely
will draw her portrait.

You are very kind.

Tell me, Mr. Kibby, did you
get enough for your silence?

I don't understand you, Mr. Roy.

Do not blackmail us, Mr. Kibby.

What is this?

This is lord Maulbrey's visiting card which
you have sent me with some ragamuffin.

I didn't send anything to you.
You are wrong, Mr. Roy.

This ragamuffin said that
the card was from Calloway,

but Calloway didn't know lord Maulbrey

and he didn't know anything
about the will.

He didn't know anything
at all, this fool Calloway.

I... you're mistaken, Mr. Roy.

God dammit you, Mr. Roy, you and your
Mr. Buckley and your damn girl Baker,

damn my greed, I already regret
that I had business with you.

My advice to you, Mr. Kibby,
is do not regret anything.

Otherwise we can understand you wrong.

- Gregson! - Yes, sir.
- Release Watson.

- Wilkinson! - Yes, sir.
- Bring his personal belongings.

So, John Watson, you are released
from the prison on bail. Questions?

No questions. Here are your things,

please sign this, sign.

Holmes, you are in time as usual.

Oh, you've missed Gilbert Roy.

I'll explain.

There's no use for your explanations.

Not really. Maybe it's not
the one you wanted, but...

Good bye, doctor.

The Royal Caribbean. Moriarty.

Where did you get it?

It fell off Gilbert Roy's window.

Only in the "Chronicle"! The latest
news! Only in the "Chronicle"!

The will of the lord
Maulbrey disappeared!

The latest news! Only in the "Chronicle"!
The latest news! Only in the "Chronicle"!

I spoke with the relatives of
our dead beauties and you know,

I understood that none of them were
coming not from really wealthy families.

In the last times they lived
on unaffordable sums,

it means all of them
had a rich lover.

A coincidence can happen once, maybe twice,
maybe thrice, but not four and five times!

Considering the fact that Mr. Maulbre's
card was found in Miss Baker's house.

- I think all of them had the same lover.
- Maulbrey.

Exactly. Think yourself:

A widower, no children,
why not leave his fortune

to five beauties who made the
last years of his life brighter?

And Miss Baker?

And Miss Baker.

Miss Baker, doctor, she's an accomplice
of this clever crime.

If her name is in the will
it means she becomes

the only heiress of the entire
fortune, you understand?

We have to visit with the notary
who made the will, Robert Kibby.

Yeah, notary. He learned everything
from the newspapers,

but didn't do anything. So he's either

frightened or bribed.

I'll ask Lestrade to put
you in jail once a week

with the criminals, thiefs,
all these madmen

because it's very effectively
wakes up your intellect.

Yes?

I need to send this parcel.

Here's the address, please.

Sign here.

- Here.
- Yes, thanks.

Take it.

Please.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Have a good day.

Buy the newspaper! Buy the newspaper!

What a surprise.

Mr. Kibby! Mr. Kibby,

if I'm not mistaken...

What's up with him?

- k*lled! k*lled!
- Call a doctor!

Doctor! Doctor!

Let me.

Police on the way.

Step aside, all step aside,
do not create panic.

Mr. Holmes, how are you always in time?

Your independence is there for me!

How dare you to intervene
Calloway's case?

On what basis did his
execution get canceled?

On the basis that Calloway is innocent

Calloway pleaded himself guilty,

he signed the investigation's
conclusions.

After a good portion
of hits to his ribs.

Are you charging me of torturing?

He told you the truth,

but for some reason
you didn't listen to it.

Calloway lied. That's it,
the case is closed,

he will be hanged today.

If your agencies tell the journalists

that Calloway is alive, he will
be dead even without you.

He will be strangled today
in the prison cell.

And who will do it, if I may ask?

Moriarty.

Moriarty? Who is this Moriarty?

Holmes, this is your opium nonsense.

There's no such man
in any police files of the world,

not according to Bertillon, nor Galton.

In general, the whole picture will
be showed after the autopsy,

but it can be seen
now that it's a poison.

Pricked with something sharp,
probably a poisoned needle.

Right here.

Holmes, where's the m*rder w*apon?

You can search me.

Bython, arrest him.

Yes, sir.

I propose a deal to you.

Look, if you announce to everyone
Calloway was hanged and promise that

he will stay alive until the end
of my investigation,

I will share some valuable
information with you.

So you said that Kibby was
eliminated as an accomplice?

Only as a witness.

And where is the evidence of
his connection with the criminals?

Promise that Calloway will live.

Promise that you will keep
silent for at least two days.

Yes, goddamit you, yes.

You will find the evidence in Maulbrey's
will. I think it's kept in the office.

- Gregson!
- Yes, sir.

Immediately go to the prosecutor and
get a search warrant for Kibby's office.

Yes, sir.

Apart from that I would
find out everything

about that girl Elizabeth Baker,
she's an accomplice for sure.

Yes, and I would also search for her
ake parents at the London theatres.

- Gregson!
- Yes, sir.

Are you still here? Heard it?

- Yes. - Do it.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, and also I would search everything
about the past of a man called Gilbert Roy.

What Gilbert Roy?

And if I were you I would
do it in the first place.

You aren't in a place to give orders,
Holmes. You are a consultant,

you're discrediting the institution
of the law enforcement.

I would've put you in jail a long time
ago, but you have powerful protectors.

My only protector is the truth.

And you're the last instance of it?

Why last?

- Next to last.
- That's right.

The last instance is me!

Actually I meant the queen.

Firstly me, then the queen.

- Bython.
- Yes.

Take them off.

What are these tricks, Mr. Holmes?

I will take away the key from
the back door from you again.

Yes, but you know it well
that I have a latchkey.

I'll change the lock!

Do not talk nonsense. You know very well
that I have latchkeys for every lock.

Can I ask one question?
Tell me, did anybody come?

Happily not, Mr. Holmes.

Nothing was brought to me?

This is a second question already.

Let's go, doctor.

I think I'll go to bed, Holmes.

I assure you, you won't
get to your bed today.

Our train to Bristol departs
at quarter to twelve.

Bristol?

Yes, right after the court

this man redeemed all the daguerreotypes
and pictures of Miss Baker,

but we got lucky.
An artist from Punch

remembered his customer and
reproduced his appearance.

God dammit, Holmes,

this guy was at Gilbert Roy.

It's not just a guy,

it's a nephew of the late
lord Maulbrey, Henry Maulbrey.

He's your client by the way,

suffers from heart disease,
and just a subtle nature overall.

Excuse me, where did you get my wallet?

While you were unsuccessfully
chasing after Gilbert Roy,

Rat Pit followed Henry

and found out that he bought
a night train ticket to Bristol.

Why does he need to go there?

Obviously to meet with the
accomplice and the only witness

of this crime rolled into one - Miss Baker.

Are you sure?

Sorry, Holmes, I think
it was a bit more.

Subtract the cost
of the tickets from there,

that's the first thing.

Secondly...

Secondly...

mertsius!

A poison of an Australian frog.

He doesn't have any companions.

Don't look like this, he'll notice.

A train to Bristol
departs in minutes.

- Do you have your g*n?
- Yes.

Hide your face.

What are going to do?
Quiet!

Forgive me, Elizabeth.

I'm not going to participate in such things
Mr. Cissy! I want help from you, support!

Forgive, forgive me, my love,
forgive me and farewell!

If you're going to scream I'll
sh**t through your head! sh**t!

You... you who are you?

We're interested in your uncle's will.
Do you want to share?

I see you're not badly knowledgeable,
but you don't know one thing.

He left a miserably small part for me
in his will. I'll call the police.

And then we'll k*ll you.

You... you don't look like murderers.
Who looks like one?

Do you look like a person who
k*lled four innocent ladies?

I I I I didn't k*ll anybody.
Mary Ringvelt, Ann Bishop,

Joyce Sundengrast, Lean Henderson.

I don't know who are talking about.
If you want, I'll pay you.

A train to Bristol
departs in minutes.

A good sil*ncer,
nobody will hear the sh*t.

A train to Bristol departs soon.
Bernard Buckley and Roy,

that's them who k*lled these ladies
with somebody from their friends.

Why?
Old fart left a miserable sum for me,

and divided the rest
between five of his mistress.

It's written in the will,

that if somebody won't be able
to inherit it, the rest will get it.

They k*lled these ladies so everything
would go in single hands, all thousand.

So who is this only heir?

Elizabeth Baker.

But they frightened her.
They frightened,

and said that if she won't
help them they'll k*ll her.

Why didn't she call the police then?
She wanted to, but...

they said,

they'll k*ll me as well.

Who are you to her?

The thing is that me
and Elizabeth are lovers.

Good Elizabeth!

So she was having a romance
with you and with your uncle?

Yes, but she didn't love him.

It was it was a necessary decision.
What necessary decision?

It's linked to her parents' illness.

The thing is that the care and
medicine are very expensive.

Have you ever seen her parents?

Yes. Yes, her father
couldn't get off the bed

and her mother, it was
something with her leg.

Do you know me?

No. No.

I'm Sherlock Holmes,

a private detective.
This is doctor Watson.

I really pity you.

Your life is in danger. You got
into the hands of rogues, swindlers.

Are you going to Miss Baker?

Not your business.

You are going to get married,

going to honeymoon. Where?

Maybe, for example, to Australia, hm?

They'll k*ll you exactly there.
The thing... no.

They'll make it look like an accident
and your thousand pounds

will go to Elizabeth Baker's thousand,
and she'll become a princess.

Not your business.

Write.

Write down that you know.
I'm ready. But here? How?

The police. We'll need
to get to the police first.

Daddy! Daddy!

Write write! Doctor,
do something about the children.

Eeeeh, so,

children, children, you are way too loud!
Can you... Where's our daddy?

But how do I know where's your daddy?
Write write write.

But we were told us he waits here.

Who told you?

One gentleman.

Write! And where is he?
There.

Fine, let's go. Go and show me the guv.

Where've you been?

We've been in the forest
In the forest? Fine, let's go.

Ladies and gentlemen, a train
to Bristol departs in minutes.

Write write.

Watson?

Write!

Write!

John, take a g*n!

Write write write!

John, there's something in his scarf!

Write write!

John, are you alright?

Write, Maulbrey, write,
you're safe. Maulbrey?

Doctor, come here! Maulbrey! Maulbrey!

What's wrong with him?

Dead.

Look for the spike.

Quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet don't move!

Here's the spike.

Quiet quiet quiet quiet.

Looks like he d*ed from a heart att*ck.

Maybe we'll call the police.

No, it will take too much time.

We need to hurry
Where?

The train is departing soon
To Bristol?

Not bad, we'll mess up
everything for Moriarty.

Maulbrey is gone.

But Miss Baker is left.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a train to Bristol is departing.

And we know where to find her!
Bristol.

Good day, daughter. Didn't expect us?
We came without warning.

We're missing you so much, so much.

What's wrong with you, Bet?
Are you not happy?

Hug your mother.

I'm warning you, if you
want to make money off me

you'll rather appear in the
grave before the time comes.

You've played your role,
you got enough for it.

I won't give any money to you.

Daughter...
Don't call me daughter!

If you call me like this again
I'll call my friends!

Do you mean us, Miss Baker?

I'm holding you Holmes!
Don't!

Don't disturb me, doctor. Miss Baker,
I can release your hand in any moment.

If you refuse to help the investigation
I will do it immediately!

Alive you're only interesting
to us as a witness.

I don't want to get hanged!

I promise you, if you'll tell
the truth your life will be saved.

What is it you promising?

Oh, sorry, Miss Baker, farewell.

Stop!

Hell with you, I agree!

Do you want some excellent
German drops for your flu?

I do. Your message forced me to go out
in poor health and with a temperature,

while also dragging
these stupid actors with me.

Oh, you won't regret the results.

That's it, sir senior inspector.

Thank you.

As I understand, Mr. and
Mrs. Lucian are free now.

Dammit, Holmes,
stop giving orders!

At any moment Miss Baker's
friend will be here.

So...

Let's agree about the signals.

If it's getting dangerous,

say "It's becoming stuffy in here.".

If the danger is still increasing,

say "Let's open the window." and open it.

And if it becomes really dangerous,
you just scream.

Who's there?

It's me.

I was expecting you earlier.

Something happened?

Be quiet for a moment, love.

What's in there?

Same as here - a hotel room.

Get ready.

What?
We're leaving.

Listen, Gilbert, we didn't arrange it
like that with you and Mr. Buckley.

Tomorrow I'm marrying Maulbrey,

then we take the ship to Australia,
I have the tickets

It's canceled.
I took care of everything.

What do you mean "took care of everything"?
Henry Maulbrey is gone.

Explain.

Are you not in on it yet, Miss Lonegan?

No.

It's so stuffy in here

Do you really not know anything?

Listen, Gilbert don't play
dumb, tell me now!

This is the the Miss Lonegan I know.

Why did he say Lonegan?
So they've not contacted you?

Puzzles again?

I'm talking about Holmes and his friend.

The professor was right.

Maulbrey couldn't have told them,
otherwise they would be here already

Pack up, Meg, don't just stand here.

I won't move a finger until you
tell me where we are going.

We need to go back to hiding

until we get rid of the sleuths
and find the lord's will.

You know, we've searched
Kibby's office - nothing.

But where's Mr. Buckley?

A very bad question, love.

I'm starting to think that
the sleuths contacted you.

Think whatever you want.

I don't give a damn about Mr. Buckley
in general, but where's Jim?

Oh love, if you only knew how amazing
you look when you're angry.

Why is it like that?

All these pampered aristocratic pricks
had a taste of you, but not me.

You're burning up, Gilbert,
we need to open the window.

Nobody's stopping you.

Come here! Lestrade, it's the signal!

Very quickly block the entrance!
Break the door!

Three, four! Three, four!

He's there! Take him!

Leave it to doctor. Doctor, sh**t. sh**t!

Actually I heal people.

Stop!

What, already tired?

That's it! It's empty.

Look for him.

Yes, of course there was a temptation
not to sh**t in his legs...

But then I wouldn't
understand you.

There's no place for emotions
in solving crimes.

But there's a place for facts, logic,
witnesses, accomplices, preferably alive.

Yes, a good day's start.

Two constables k*lled,
the only witness d*ed.

You clearly can't get much
from that, can you?

So?

On what sort of evidence
should I review Calloway's case?

This is a signed

testimony of Henry Maulbrey, which
he managed to give before his death.

I hope it will be enough
for you to free Calloway

and put into jail the main
perpetrator Gilbert Roy.

Well, take it

and we'll be going now.
Have a good day.

No, but still I don't understand, why did
he need to k*ll this Elizabeth Baker?

She's the only legal heiress of
this half a million fortune,

how can they get it without her now, hm?

It means where's someone else
Who?

Who?

The secret lies within the pages of

the will of lord Maulbrey.

Oh, a subpoena from
Ronald Fitzpatrick,

they obviously want to
thank us for the work.

The tobacco smells really great,
let me try. Eh, no.

Holmes, let's do this: Right now
I'll get another pipe for you

and teach you how to smoke it properly.
Don't.

No no no, how to keep
the right temperature.

Don't, doctor, I understood.
Very complicated. No, dear Holmes, no.

It's not an easy business. Now now.
Very complicated. But wait wait.

Watson!

"Dear Mr. Holmes, many
of my clients spoke of you

as of a man with incredible talents
and crystal clear honesty.

It's known that you are an
ardent supporter of justice.

Mr. Holmes, I appeared to be sucked into
a fraud, the victims of which became so..."

Wait, not this
"coveted the money,

so this way I turned from a silent
observer to an accomplice of the crime"

Read!

Read, doctor!

Read the signature.

Signature: Notary.
Notary Robert Kibby.

The lost will of lord Maulbrey is found!
Who is inheriting the fortune?

Read the latest news!

"Chronicle", sir!

What if they don't come?

If they don't come today,
they'll come tomorrow.

We've been stuck here all day already.

Good day, Mr. Holmes.

Miss Elen! What a surprise!
Please.

Thank you, thank you.
How did you find me?

Mrs. Hudson was very kind.

Oh, yes. Give it to me.
Thank you.

Maybe you could introduce us?
Of course.

Doctor Watson.

Senior inspector of Scotland Yard
Lestrade.

Scotland Yard.

Why did you come?

Your request.

What?

Oh, of course. Sorry

Here.

I worked hard on this.

You've worked too hard.

Jane Lonegan.

What?

This is the missing link.

What?

In front of you, here's the sister

of Mathilda Lonegan
and Lean Lonegan

who are also known as Joyce
Sundengrast and Elizabeth Baker,

and she's also the heiress of the
huge lord Maulbrey's fortune.

I liked you from the very start.

Sadly, I liked you too.

Stop, stop, I don't get it.

Australia! What a wonderful
distant country Australia!

Did your sister Mathilda
come back from Australia?

I don't have any sister named Mathilda.

Now you don't - she's been k*lled.

My friend, an Australian detective, sent
me an answer for my request yesterday,

and it cleared up many things.
For example?

For example, the presence of
the air g*n with poisoned darts

which your friend was spitting
to his left and right,

and finally the bracelet pattern.

It's unlikely for an artist to remember
such tiny details from just a glance.

Your accuracy has been your undoing.
Accuracy!

Let's play?

No, I don't play.
No, you do.

You do, but on a bigger scale,

when there's at least a half
a million pounds at stake.

I would like to see
the will, Mr. Holmes.

Your late father's will?

Yes, the will of my late
father lord Maulbrey.

But you don't have it, Mr. Holmes,

that's why you're bluffing

and blaming me for the murders
that I had nothing to do with.

Can I ask you a question?
Yes, of course.

"Lonegan" is yours mothers' name?
Yes.

And why did the lord refuse
to acknowledge you?

That's because he was a lord and my
mother was just a beautiful woman

without family and connections.

What a scary woman you are.

When you found out that your father

is going to give his all
fortune to his mistress

you immediately called your stepsisters
and put them into his bed.

They jumped there themselves when
they found out about the money.

And they k*lled themselves as well?
And Henry Maulbrey? And notary Kibby?

I didn't touch any of them, so be
careful when blaming me, Mr. Holmes.

You organized it so well.

Doctor,

could you please give me the will?

Give it.

Please, read.

Let everyone be happy for you.

"I, lord Maulbrey, declare that in
case of refusal of the heritage,

or impossibility of inheriting it

for one, some, or all of the
heirs listed listed above,

my entire heritage passes to the
person who is my closest relative"

Congratulations.

Now read...

this.
What is it?

Also a will, but dated
later than that one.

"I, lord Maulbrey, declare that in
case of refusal of the heritage

or impossibility of inheriting it for one,
some or all of the heirs listed above

my entire heritage is
transferred for full disposal

to the monastery and the orphanage
of St. Patrick." Signed: John Maulbrey.

Let it be.

You won't prove it anyway.

We will.

In Bristol, we heard your
sister talking with mr. Roy.

Her words revealed that it was you who
planned the m*rder of Henry Maulbrey.

It's enough to put you in jail!

Leave me! No no no nooo.

More.

Interesting thing: Why do I always
want to drink something stronger

after such situations, not something
reasonable? Like whiskey, for example.

Yes yes yes nerves nerves.
And you're wrong.

The case is closed.

I don't have anything to think of.

Tell me, Watson.

Do women love secrets?

Who are talking about?

All of them love danger,
and she does as well.

She would love you even more for that.

Listen, Sherlock, she
doesn't love me at all.

Where did you get
your "more" from?

She's waiting for a move
from you, for a clear move.

Believe me, I know women.

Well if you do, why
aren't you married still?

Do you smell it?

The smell of...

...cigars.

What cigars?

Well, Sherlock, all cigars
smell the same.

Yes, but not these ones.

"The Royal Caribbean."

You wished to see me, Miss Lonegan.

What for?

I had another accomplice.

Of course, you couldn't plan
such an operation bu yourself.

He planned and arranged it all.

Find him, Mr. Holmes.
His name is Bernard Buckley.

Moriarty.

The Mistress of lord Maulbrey.