Has he come out?
Not yet.
He's the only one that can lead us to Malik.
-Where's he going? -Bread Street, Cheapside.
Can you stand?
Let me see.
Hang in there.
I'm going to get someone.
No time. You must follow him.
Esad is our only route to Professor Malik.
It's too late. Esad is long gone.
No.
I know where he's going.
I slipped this from his pocket.
Paris.
Girl…
This is where he's going to be?
Girl…
You are amazing.
You must go.
I'm not leaving you.
You must stop Professor Malik.
You stop the creeping death.
For the memory of your parents.
You must promise.
All right.
I promise.
Hurry.
That's as far as I go.
How do we get to Hotel Thérèse?
You'll have to get past the barricades.
Good luck.
We are friends! Friends!
What luck. I'm Irish.
Long live the revolution!
Good evening, sir.
I have come to join my husband, Mr Silas Holmes.
Madame, Mr Holmes is not here at present.
Perhaps you'd be good enough to tell me,
where I might find him?
A man must be allowed to have his own private business, Madame.
I am tired.
I am hungry.
And I have recently escaped from an asylum.
You really don't want me
causing a scene in your nice hotel.
She's quite lethal with a shotgun.
We're looking for Silas Holmes.
Left here about 15 minutes ago.
-Where was he going? -No idea.
He didn't take a carriage.
So then he went somewhere close?
Which way?
-The direction? -Boulevard de Sebastopol.
North.
-What was he wearing? -Wearing?
Top hat.
-Cloak. -The Opera?
Wrong direction.
So what's within walking distance,
where a man would go, dressed up for a night on the tiles?
Whisper it.
Les Folies Bergère.
The face of an angel! I am in paradise.
My dear brother.
Madame, are you okay?
I'm feeling dizzy.
Let me help you.
Thank you.