[wind whistling]
[Chinese traditional music playing]
[tense music plays]
[gasps]
[in Mandarin] Father!
Father!
Mother!
[screaming]
[crying]
[chattering]
[James, in English] Do you look a bit funny in that picture?
[Sherlock] I think I look rather dashing.
Hold your horses.
We are not the only ones looking for Professor Enright.
I believe a professional window cleaner would probably be cleaning the windows.
So you did learn something as a scout.
Another policeman over there to your right.
He looks deeply enthralled in yesterday's newspaper.
Now to draw them away.
[chattering]
Hare and hound.
[whistles]
My God. My God. It's him!
It's that funny-looking man here! It's Sherlock Holmes!
-[playful music plays] -[whistle blows]
[person] Oi! Stop!
[people shouting indistinctly]
[music ends]
This man needs a housekeeper.
So, Professor Enright is a meteorologist.
Professor Malik a geologist.
Thompson was a mathematician, Roberts an engineer.
Why kill them? What's the connection?
[James] Their work.
"The impact of sudden precipitation on mineral extraction in the Gansu Corridor."
The Gansu Corridor is located in the Gansu province of China.
Which is where Hodge made his fortune. In gold mining.
Maybe that's what links our scientists.
Maybe they're all developing new mining methods for Hodge.
Would explain why he wants to keep their little project a secret.
Technology worth killing for.
Empires have gone to war over less.
Why so many glasses, all with different contents? The man lives alone.
He's hardly throwing a party while he's in hiding.
Oh.
One plate of toast and 13 drinks.
That's a hearty breakfast.
Do we think that this is some sort of deliberate arrangement?
[grunts]
It's not bloody Holmes. He's tricked us.
The house.
The varying levels of liquids, I'm sure that means something.
And the placement of these utensils seems oddly specific.
I know this girl.
Prudence Hamilton. She's a student in Natural Sciences.
She's got a bit of a soft spot for me.
She buys me Chelsea buns.
Does she now?
Yes. According to this, she's meeting Enright every night.
[Sherlock] An illicit affair?
Oh, I think you'll find she has a far better taste in men than that.
Oh, no. Yes, of course she does.
Still, she might be able to tell us where he's gone.
Do you know where we could find her?
-Yes. -Yes?
Yes, I think I do.
Oi!
[Sherlock] Now, before you gentlemen arrest us,
would you like hear what we've just discovered
regarding these murdered professors?
[hammer cocks]
-No? -No, I think they don't.
[exclaims, screams]
Put me out! Put me out! [screams]
[Sherlock] Did you have to set him on fire?
[James] It's not gonna kill him!
["Days Are Forgotten" playing]
♪ Hey, son I'm looking forwards ♪
♪ You're aiming backwards Of this I'm sure ♪
♪ Have you had enough? Are you feeling rough? ♪
♪ Does your skull hurt? Well, if it's war ♪
♪ I'm waiting ♪
♪ Right here now I'm waiting ♪
♪ For someone or something ♪
♪ To take me To take me over ♪
♪ Days ♪
♪ Days are forgotten ♪
♪ Now it's all over ♪
♪ You've simply forgotten How to disappear ♪
[music ends]
-[bell tolling] -[chattering]
[clears throat]
-[Bucephalus] Foreign Secretary. -Bucephalus,
I believe you know the Minister for War. Sir Sidney Bluitt.
-Of course. Good afternoon, Sidney. -Bucephalus, this way.
[secretary] If we'd known you would make such a pig's ear of this whole thing,
Bucephalus, we wouldn't have selected you to run our little project
in the first place.
Who is killing our scientists?
I assure you I have it all in hand.
[secretary] You don't know, do you?
Where are the other two? Professor Malik and Professor Enright?
Professor Malik is in protective custody. Safe and sound.
Uh, Professor Enright has gone into hiding.
You, sir! What do you think you're doing?
Nothing, sir.
[stammers] I just caught a young fellow eavesdropping.
Holmes!
Sir Bucephalus, I had no idea you were in London.
Don't horseshit me, boy. You were spying on me.
-Spying? -[Bucephalus] Edie?
It does appear he was spying, sir.
This is about that brother of yours, isn't it?
What? No.
You'd be ill-advised to lie to me, young man.
Sir, you told me that you kept my brother in prison because it suited your purposes.
I thought that perhaps if I knew what those purposes were,
I'd be in a better position to help him.
You're my factotum, Holmes, my bulldog.
And like all little dogs, I expect…
What do I expect, Edie?
-Loyalty. -Loyalty.
[Mycroft] Sir, Sherlock is my family.
Although, some days I wish he wasn't. Most days, actually.
That you are incapable of grasping the fundamentals of your position
means you are no longer suited to the post.
-Sir, if I may-- -No, you may not, I'm afraid.
That time has passed.
I should be reassigning you to something more befitting your character.
And if you're in any doubt as to what that position may be,
Holmes, let me illuminate you.
Since your brother's arrest, I believe there's a vacancy at Candlin College
-for a servant. -[sharp inhale]
[sharp inhale]
Bad luck, old chum.
-[classical music plays] -[applause]
[James] There she is. Bravo!
[chuckles] James, what a surprise.
Were you at the concert?
Yes, of course. Your playing was remarkable.
-Ah, thank you. Ooh! -It was Bach?
No, it was Brahms.
Ah! I knew it was a Johann.
[both chuckle]
Ah. Prudence.
I simply had to see you.
[stammers] I didn't know you felt that way about me.
Oh, that I felt that way about you? Oh, no, no, no.
I thought you felt that way about me?
Why would you think that?
Well, all these Chelsea buns.
They were leftovers, James. I didn't want them to go to waste.
Right.
I see.
Well, besides, I hear you're with Enright?
-The Professor Enright? -Yes.
What on earth gave you that peculiar notion?
You know how students like to talk.
We share a passion project, James.
We're conducting experiments, studying how sound travels through the air at night,
when it's quietest.
That's why you meet at night?
Nothing more.
Hmm. What a waste.
You use the bell towers for your experiments?
Sherlock Holmes?
-[thrilling music playing] -Jig's up, James.
Leftovers or not, your buns are delicious.
Oh, Christ!
Constable!
-Sherlock Holmes! He went that way! -[suspenseful music plays]
[whistle blows]
[James] Bell towers?
Prudence Hamilton said they were studying the way the sound travels,
so we're looking at an experiment.
And sound is affected by changes in pressure.
A different volume of liquid in each glass.
-Each glass a different note. Each note… -[clinking]
a different bell. How many bell towers are there in Oxford?
Thirteen. Thirteen glasses.
-It's a map! -Yes.
And if you're a terrified man on the run, where do you run to?
-Where do you hide? -Somewhere where only
you can control access. One way in, one way out. A bell tower.
-So he's in one of these towers. -The highest?
[James] The one that offers you the best vantage point of your enemies approaching.
[both] Saint Dunstan's.
[choir] ♪ Zadok the Priest ♪
♪ And Nathan the Prophet ♪
♪ Anointed ♪
♪ Solomon King ♪
Here, let me.
♪ God save the King! Long live the King! ♪
♪ God save the King! ♪
♪ May the King live forever ♪
♪ Amen, amen, hallelujah Hallelujah, amen ♪
[choir vocalising]
♪ Amen, amen ♪
♪ Amen, hallelujah, amen ♪
Professor!
I'm armed. Come through and I'll shoot!
-I'm warning you! -Understood.
We are actually here to help you.
Who are you?
My name is Sherlock Holmes.
-[gunshot] -Stand back.
[grunting, breathes heavily]
[grunts]
[Sherlock] Wait.
-Don't! -[screams]
♪ May the King live May the King live ♪
♪ Forever, forever, forever ♪
♪ Amen, amen… ♪
How did you find him?
[grunts]
I didn't.
You found him for me.
♪ Amen, amen ♪
I'm not afraid to die.
Are you afraid to kill?
I thought so.
Still a boy.
♪ Long live the King! God save the King! ♪
♪ Long live the King! ♪
♪ May the King live ♪
♪ May the King live forever ♪
♪ Forever, forever ♪
♪ Amen, amen Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Amen ♪
-[choir vocalising] -[woman screams]
-♪ Amen, amen ♪ -[James] Sherlock.
-Sherlock, we need to go. -♪ Hallelujah ♪
[music ends]
[James breathes heavily]
[James] She's bested you.
Come on, Sherlock…
There's no use crying over spilt milk.
This isn't a game, James.
Everything is a game, Sherlock.
Everything comes down to who wins and who loses.
And when are you going to understand that?
'Cause it's not winning and losing is in one hand,
and then lives at stake is in the other.
It's because lives are at stake that we must win.
Enright is dead.
We led her to him.
That does makes us in some capacity responsible for his death.
I take your point.
But we can't control her actions,
only our own.
So, like I said…
spilt milk.
[gulps, sighs]
[Bucephalus] Enright dead?
-[Lestrade] Yes, sir. -You're sure?
We've made a formal identification.
You realise this puts me in a rather difficult position?
[Lestrade] Sorry, sir.
-[knocks on door] -Yes… What?
Apologies for intruding, sir, but I thought you'd want to know.
The Foreign Secretary is insisting on coming to Oxford.
[stammers] Here?
Yes, sir.
Tomorrow.
In person?
Yes, sir.
Jesus.
No.
No, absolutely not.
I rather like it.
If you start wearing a hat like that, I will no longer be friends with you.
Little harsh.
Oh!
Something like that?
Modern gentleman. Hmm? Do you like it?
I love it.
I'll treat you.
You don't have any money, James.
I am not paying for it.
Afternoon.
Yes, we'll take these please, on account.
Whose name shall I put, sir?
Uh, sir Bucephalus Hodge, care of Candlin College.
Very good, sir.
Also, I saw a rather charming young lady drop this in the street.
It is from here, I believe…
Uh, I don't suppose you can remember who purchased it?
Well, it's bespoke.
Young lady will have come in for a fitting.
I'd be happy to organise its return, sir.
-Oh, no. Uh… -I believe what he means to say is that…
Well, he would quite like to return it himself.
-Correct. -[Sherlock] I think what you said
when you first saw her was that your heart started to flutter
like a poor innocent bird caught in a gale.
That's right.
Yes. And then you said that you blushed like a bashful little schoolboy
whose hands were trembling with such fervour,
you didn't dare raise them to his brow
for fear they might betray the very essence of his torment.
How remarkable.
That is exactly what I said, word for word. [chuckles]
Don't I know you?
I wonder, would you be so kind as to check the order book for the name?
"Blushing like a bashful little schoolboy." Was I?
Your words, James.
Your words verbatim.
I apologise, sir, but I don't have a name or address on file.
The lady paid in cash, came in for a fitting two weeks ago.
[James] Oh.
No, that can't be right.
Two weeks, you quite sure?
There's a note in our receipt. It's here in black and white.
I do know you. You're that Sherlock Holmes.
You murdered that professor.
[stammers]
[James] Yes, I do see the resemblance. Uh…
He gets that quite a lot. Don't you, Wilberforce?
[Sherlock] All the time.
My hat, Silvanius.
Thank you very much. Good day.
[children screaming, chattering]
[person] You got here early?
I find I live longer that way.
[sighs]
It's time for you to return home.
I don't understand.
Your ticket to London.
The work is unfinished.
One more remains. Professor Malik.
He's no concern of yours.
No concern? He's the architect of the entire programme.
I will kill you, murderer!
The blood of my parents is on his hands.
He's not to be touched. Is that understood?
Why the change?
It has been decided.
Who? Who decided?
You don't want to face the consequences of disobeying them.
You used me.
From the start.
You lied to me.
Go home while you still can.
-To the station. -[driver] Very good, sir.
Turn right up ahead please.
That's not the way to the station.
Do as I ask!
Thank you.
Question.
[gasps] For the love of God, Sherlock.
When exactly did Shou'an first arrive in England?
Why can't you ever start a conversation the way normal people do, hmm?
Get inside.
You've only made matters worse by escaping from prison.
What was I supposed to do? Be hanged for a crime I didn't commit?
Besides, the escape was all him.
And it was flawless.
I had it in hand.
But by running, you've made everyone think you're guilty.
Do you have any idea how worried I've been?
Ah, of course not because that would require you
to think of someone other than yourself.
Now is hardly time for a lecture, brother dear.
It is exactly the time for a lecture, brother dear.
Feet off.
And then, and forgive me, you sought to inflame the situation
by setting a policeman on fire.
Again, that was all him.
And that policeman will be fine.
I stuck my neck out for you. Now I've lost my job.
Really? How did that happen?
By making an enemy of Bucephalus Hodge.
You can join our club.
That is a club I'd rather not be a member of. Thank you very much.
I think I can help you get your job back.
I think, possibly, you've done enough.
Uh, yes. If it were cold, and my hands were two sizes smaller,
this would be very useful to me. Thank you.
[chuckles] It belonged to Shou'an.
It slipped off when she pushed Professor Enright from a bell tower.
She's the one killing the professors.
[chuckles]
That's preposterous. Why would she?
-We don't know. -We don't know yet.
What we do know is that she arrived in Oxford one week ago.
I remember because I was the one who lugged her trunk to her room.
-So? -[Sherlock] How could she have been
at Fletcher Arnold two weeks ago being fitted for a bespoke glove?
Hence my question, when exactly did the Princess first arrive in England?
Hmm.
Was that a "hmm" as in "hmm, you've got something,"
-or a "hmm" as in "hmm, you don't"? -It's "hmm" as in "hmm."
Hmm.
We should speak to Ezra Hornsby.
He accompanied the Princess from Dover.
He will know when she arrived.
That was a "hmm" as in "hmm, he's got something."
-Mr Ezra Hornsby is expecting us. -Of course, sir.
-Ah. -[Ezra chuckles]
Ah, Mr Holmes.
Ezra, thank you for agreeing to meet me.
This is my brother Sherlock…
-Oh. -…and Mr James Moriarty.
Gentlemen. Pleasure. How may I help you?
You accompanied the Princess from Dover to Oxford.
We need to know the exact date that she arrived.
Is this about the bandits?
-Bandits? -What bandits?
-I beg your pardon? -The ones that attacked us on the road.
Where exactly did this happen?
Uh, it was here where they attacked us. Truly terrifying.
[grunting]
No!
Wait, they shot who?
Mmm. Mr Chen. Shot the poor man right through the heart.
-Who is Mr Chen? -The Princess' chaperone,
accompanied Her Highness from China.
[Sherlock] Did anyone else accompany her from China?
-[Ezra] No. -Was he armed?
Heavens no. He was completely without protection.
Apart from you, Ezra.
I was quite outnumbered, Mr Holmes.
And these men were no ordinary bandits, no. They were much worse.
Why else shoot an innocent man for no reason?
Unless there was a reason.
What happened next?
[grunts]
They took the Princess?
So there was a period of time where the Princess was out of his sight.
Interesting. How long was she gone?
Ten minutes?
Longer?
Before I had the chance to rescue Her Highness,
she came back alone with the scrolls.
What was the Princess wearing?
What was she wearing?
Was she wearing ceremonial make-up? Was her face covered? Royal regalia?
What is a Chinese princess supposed to look like if not a Chinese princess?
-They killed her chaperone… -[James] An unarmed man.
He's the only person to accompany the Princess from China…
Therefore the only person who could identify her.
I was in a carriage with her for three hours. I think I could identify her.
Yes, but your spectacles had been destroyed. Isn't that right?
Well, yes.
If I may?
How many fingers is he holding up?
Three? No, two. Two.
-Oh, dear Lord. -[Sherlock] How can you be sure
the woman who left the carriage was the same woman who returned?
Maybe the woman who returned wasn't the Princess.
[Sherlock] Maybe she was an imposter.
The point was to make it seem like the scrolls were the prize.
And the kidnapping the Princess was just an afterthought, not the intention.
So you would then return to Oxford with a tale of a thwarted robbery,
and raise no suspicions…
That all along, the Princess was the target.
This wasn't a robbery. This was a switch.
The old switcheroo.
[both grunting]
[grunts]
[horse whinnies]
[horse blusters]
[birds chirping]
[in Mandarin] Your clothes are nice.
[in English] The woman who returned to the carriage…
-Whom you took to Oxford. -…wasn't in fact the real Princess.
[chattering]
[somber music playing]
[person] I heard what you did.
Very brave of you, taking on the British.
Murderer! I will kill you, murderer!
Who are you?
My name is Esad Kasgarli. I'm from Constantinople.
Why are you here?
The man responsible for this,
his name is Professor Malik.
He's not working alone. There are others working with him.
I can help you find them.
I can get you close to them.
-[door closes] -[footsteps approaching]
[in Mandarin] I got the first train from London
the moment I received your wire.
It's good to see you…
alive.
We have been betrayed by Esad Kasgarli.
He wants me to leave Professor Malik alive.
That doesn't make sense.
Malik led the project, he killed half of our village.
It seems Esad lied to us.
He's protecting Malik.
Why?
I don't know. Yet.
I need your help to find out.
[grunts]
[Mycroft] Bucephalus.
-[in English] This is a private club. -And an enchanting one it is, sir.
But I do have some rather pressing information about the murders.
I thought I made it perfectly clear. I no longer require your services.
Sir, I think you'll find you need me.
I need no one, sir. I'm an island entire. And I certainly don't need a lowly clerk.
Good day to you, sir.
-Foreign Secretary… -[sighs]
…very good of you to come.
Unfortunately, we have no current suspect for Enright's murder.
Sir, Mycroft Holmes.
Have you completely taken leave of your senses?
-Who is this? -I work for you, sir.
Worked.
In a lowly capacity.
I have 175 staff at the Foreign Office.
I can hardly be expected to remember everyone's face.
Throw this man out, with prejudice.
Please forgive my intrusion, sir.
-But I do know… -Sir.
…who is killing your scientists.
Foreign Secretary, my profound apologies.
He stays.
I'm listening.
That is a photograph of the real Princess Shou'an.
The woman that we have known as Shou'an has been posing as the princess
in order to gain access to the college to get close to the professors
and to kill them.
Why?
That we don't know, sir. Yet.
Do you mean to tell me that this assassin has been under your nose the entire time?
In fairness, sir, she does appear to have fooled everyone.
Not you.
That's most kind, sir.
And as much as I would like to take credit,
it was, in fact, another Holmes
who figured out that the princess was an imposter. My brother, Sherlock.
But how can we be sure that this supposed imposter is, indeed, the assassin?
Capture her, sir.
We find out why she is doing this and who she's working for.
That's what I was about to say.
And how do you propose we do that?
[Sherlock clears throat]
With bait.
[suspenseful music plays]
[clattering]
Goodness sake's, be careful. These are first editions.
Sorry, Professor Malik.
[Lestrade] Come on. This way, laddie.
This way.
There's more to come, then straight to Walton Hall with Professor Malik.
No dallying. Do you hear me?
If I may, sir.
If you must, Lestrade.
Should we be keeping out of sight a bit more?
Otherwise she won't show, will she?
How many operations of this size and complexity have you managed, Constable?
-None, sir. -Mmm.
Why don't you let the big boys handle it then, eh?
-Two sugars. -[sighs]
That's how I take my tea.
-Yes, sir. -Uh-huh.
[person] Gilles.
Get our boys back out of sight, for crying out loud.
We want her to think the house is vulnerable,
not scare her away entirely. Go on.
[officer] Right, move out!
[laughs]
[Edie gasps]
You denied me.
-The win? -Oh, no. I let you have the win.
When you denied that you knew me to Hodge. In the library.
When I seem to remember that we met the night before at the party
and I think we had a rather lovely little time.
Mr Hodge is my employer.
Would you have me confuse business with pleasure, Mr Moriarty?
[sighs]
Not even a minute since you last checked.
[clears throat]
[Bucephalus] Feeling nervous, Holmes?
You promised the Foreign Secretary you'd deliver an assassin.
It seems she's not so accommodating.
Wait, what's that?
That's what's left of your career, Holmes.
[smacks lips, clears throat]
-[twig snaps] -[gasps]
[panting]
How are you so sure she'll show?
Because her job's not finished.
Hmm.
Because there were four professors in that photograph.
Four victims. She'll show.
She'd better.
Otherwise, I'm out of a job, and you're going back to prison.
I think you're right. I think she'll show.
You seem to have a strong instinct for seeking out the truth.
That's very…
kind.
[clattering echoes]
[suspenseful music plays]
[footsteps approaching]
[rifle cocks]
[exclaims] Holy hell.
Oh, damn it, man! Why didn't you announce yourself? I could've killed you.
Well, if you were a better shot, you bloody would have, sir!
[gunshots]
-[sighs] -[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[Bucephalus] Well, gentlemen. Time to bag our quarry.
[Lestrade] Stop! We need her alive!
Hold fire! We need her alive!
Stop! Cease fire!
[panting]
-Well, go on then. -Yes, sir.
["Lightning's Girl" playing]
♪ I've told you that I'm Lightning's girl ♪
[Lestrade] …straight to Walton Hall with Professor Malik.
♪ But you keep hanging 'round ♪
♪ If Lightning ever catches you ♪
♪ He's got to put you down ♪
♪ About six feet ♪
[music ends]
[Sherlock, in Mandarin] Hello.
[in English] Arms up.
Using a decoy to draw the guards away?
-What the devil… -[Lestrade] It's a decoy.
Did I inspire you?
You won't shoot me.
Care to lay a bet?
The first time you've held a gun?
[hammer cocks]
And from this distance, I won't need beginner's luck.
She's in here!
Uh-uh-uh.
So, tell me.
Why are you doing this?
The bird's claw.
There's a man with a bird's claw. He's coming back for me.
There's a man with a bird claw. And he's coming back for me.
They are my mother's words. How do you know my mother's words?
[dramatic music plays]
[Lestrade] That's her! Get her, lads!
How did you know? Tell me. How did you know?
[Lestrade] Straight to the jail.
Drive on!
[James] Today's headline. Moriarty, Holmes triumph.
A thrilling encounter on the green today meant victory for the two boys
as they beat the Chinese princess at her own game.
And celebrated with an evening of big fat pints.
She knew.
-You might need to expand on that. -She knew my mother's words.
Meet me at Appleton Manor.
Near Chippinghurst.
[horse blusters]
[eerie music plays]
[horse whinnies]
[thunder rumbles]
["Dark Side" playing]
♪ Welcome to my dark side ♪
♪ It's gonna be a long night Oh, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Welcome to my darkness I been here a while ♪
♪ Clouding up the sunlight Hurting for a smile ♪
♪ Or something ♪
♪ But something Always turns into nothing ♪
♪ Oh, I drain your life 'Til there's nothing left ♪
♪ But your blood shot eyes ♪
♪ Oh, I take my time 'til I show you How I feel inside ♪
♪ Welcome to my, welcome to my Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Welcome to my dark side Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ I can be your reckless You can be my stain ♪
♪ I can be your heartache You can be my shame ♪
♪ When you're feeling reckless When you're feeling chained ♪
♪ When there's nothing left but pain ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Welcome to my dark side Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh Welcome to my dark side ♪