[metal clinking]
[grunts] [laughs] [screams]
[horse neighs]
[screams]
[metal clanging]
Let go.
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[screams]
[horses neighing]
[screams] No, no, no.
[muffled mumbling]
[horse neighing]
[metal clanging]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
WOMAN 1: [screaming]
WOMAN 2: [laughing]
[knocking]
[echoing sobs]
WOMAN 1: [screaming]
SHERLOCK: This is the asylum at Barnet.
DR. WATSON: The misery there must be behind those walls.
Hm.
There's no escape from the terrors of the mind.
Indeed.
Well, another case concluded.
SHERLOCK: Pah!
I needn't have left Baker Street.
An observant child could have solved it.
[knocking]
WOMAN 2: [sobbing]
WOMAN 1: [screaming]
Good luck with the seminar, and thank you.
DR. WATSON: Privilege, my dear fellow.
It was a successful case after all.
And Holmes, don't be bored.
[knocking]
[echoing sobs]
[laughter]
[music playing]
HETTIE: Glaven Castle, I love it.
It's so beautiful, Robert.
I never expected it to be so beautiful.
And it's really always belonged to your family?
For about 400 or 500 years or so.
[laughs]
I want to see it.
ROBERT: No, Hettie!
[laughs]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
Why can't I see it?
ROBERT: [chuckles] My darling girl, you don't understand.
I can't just drop in at Glaven, and neither can you.
You may be utterly divine and impossibly rich, but you can't.
But why can't I?
And you own it.
You're Lord St. Simon, it's your house.
It's an ancestral home, Hettie, and not just mine.
You see, it's the servants who really live there.
Practically every one of them has spent more of their life
at Glaven than I have.
And I won't have them put out.
I see.
So even when we're married, if I want to visit,
I have to send on ahead?
Yes, preferably a day or two ahead.
(CHUCKLING) Oh.
I didn't realize, like royalty.
Yes.
Will it be all right, Robert?
ROBERT: What, my darling?
Will they mind about me, what I am and where I come from?
The servants, I mean--
and your family.
ROBERT: They already think of you as being wonderfully exotic.
But I'm a miner's daughter from a mining camp.
I might have been digging gold out there,
but it still makes me a miner's daughter.
Doesn't matter, perfect education for the country life.
You'll have the whole country at your feet, as you have me.
Oh, my.
Will you look at that?
[horses huffing]
[growls]
What's it doing here?
There's always been some sort of zoo at Glaven.
I let a fellow who's interested keep it going.
You know, I have a fancy that cat's
from the Americas like you.
Perhaps he's come to welcome you here.
You wild and beautiful thing.
Not half as wild and beautiful as you.
[growling]
[tense music]
[distant screaming]
[gasps]
Oh, no.
Ahh.
[echoing sobs]
[eerie scream]
[echoing sobs]
[distant scuffling sounds]
Water.
Water into dust.
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[chattering]
Amelia, why don't you let her give the dog to me?
No, no.
She stays with me.
She might get under the horses.
It's a wonder we got here at all.
It's arrived!
[laughs]
- And so have they. - [laughs]
Ah!
[laughter]
MARY: Paris, did you say?
FLORENCE: What did you say?
BLANCHE: He sent the child to Paris.
MARY: What for?
To school?
BLANCHE: Yes.
Americans do send their daughters to Paris.
That's what I was given to understand.
MARY: They've heard of it, I suppose.
BLANCHE: I doubt it.
FLORENCE: You know, in my experience,
Paris breeds either frivolity or philosophy,
neither a helpful companion in life.
MARY: Hm, no, I suppose not.
Well, at least the child is not an actress.
Oh, Florence.
[chattering]
[door clicking open]
Alice, Alice, Alice.
Now, now, Hettie.
They're your future family.
They want to like you.
They want to like Lord Robert's future bride.
Stop being so silly, Hettie.
Oh, Alice.
But Alice, have you seen those women?
Now, Hettie Doran, I'd like to remind you
of a certain incident which occurred in Tompkins
Gulch not two years ago.
The bear?
Alice, I was scared to death.
Ah, you faced that bear down, you did.
I couldn't move, I tell you.
You faced him down.
You believed in yourself, and you did it.
Now you get down those stairs.
AMELIA: My dear Henrietta, you cannot live with Glaven.
Why not?
Because Glaven isn't fit for habitation.
But it's just perfect.
We'll soon get it 'round.
I say it's the most beautiful place I've ever seen.
MARY: Don't you remember how lovely
it was when all the men came with their scythes
to mow the hay in the park?
And the summer parties, every lamp in the house was lit.
And outside, the smell of the hay in the moonlight--
do you remember?
Yes, yes.
I remember.
[keys clinking]
[sighs]
SHERLOCK: Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, my father has run away.
Please will you help me find him?
Timothy.
My cat Boswell is missing.
Money no object.
[clock ticking]
[somber music]
[huffing]
AMELIA: Well, I tell you what I actually think.
No?
I think she's extraordinarily pretty, that's what I think.
And I think Robert is head over heels in love.
BLANCHE: I agree.
AMELIA: That's what I think.
And Bella thinks so, too.
Don't you, my angel?
Bella says Ms. Doran is very nearly as pretty as she is,
very nearly.
FLORENCE: Dear Henrietta, you mustn't take
what Amelia says too seriously.
I didn't hear a word of all that.
[laughter]
Robert so deserves you, my dear.
He has been unlucky in love.
And his business--
FLORENCE: Hush.
Mary, remember?
Why can't I finish what I was going to say?
When do we dine?
Exquisite, exquisite.
WOMAN 1: [screaming] Ow!
Get off me.
Come here, you dirty trollop.
Ow!
Get off of me.
Get off me! Ow!
[screaming] Bitch!
Get off me!
[dog barking]
[footsteps]
[somber music]
WOMAN 2: Ow! You bitch!
Get off!
Get off me!
Ow!
[scuffling]
ACTRESS PLAYING MRS. ALVING: You've merely imagined all
these dreadful things, Oswald.
It was your imagination.
This agony has been too much for you.
Hello, Mr. Holmes.
May I?
Yes, but, hey, they're rehearsing.
ACTRESS PLAYING MRS. ALVING: - at home with your own mother,
my blessed boy.
Everything is yours for the asking,
just like when you were a little child.
The fit is over now.
ACTOR PLAYING OSWALD: Mother, give me the sun.
ACTRESS PLAYING MRS. ALVING: Oswald, what is the matter?
Look at me!
[sobbing] Do you not know me?
The sun, the sun.
No, no, no!
We're being watched.
I will not rehearse in front of strangers!
[footsteps]
[somber music]
[rushing water]
MAN: Get out of the way!
Go on.
Go on your way!
Come on, go!
Go!
What are you looking for, then?
Mind your own business.
It's not Lord Roberts.
It's our damned anniversary, isn't it?
Seven years.
Your damned anniversary, not his.
You know it, he knows it, and the cat knows it.
What's the matter with you?
Get out!
Go and get me another bottle, go on.
[glass breaking]
I'm not his whore to be paid off.
He trusted me.
I'm not your whore, my Lord.
No.
Come on and use your whore, my Lord.
You'll never have anyone who'll do what you want like me.
[chattering]
SERVER: Right away, sir.
Thank you.
Yes.
You'll pardon me, ma'am, if I don't join you in drinking
that French chateau wine.
I guess it's too refined for my taste.
Some would say too civilized.
I'll drink your health, but it'll
be in Samuel Markoolin's rye.
Ah, smoky kind of whiskey.
I travel it with me all over.
How very wise, Mr. Doran, very wise.
If one has an established taste, why then, [chuckles] just so,
just so.
The wine, sir, is magnificent.
[footsteps]
Bless you.
You know, don't you?
I've settled a considerable amount on Hettie
for when she's married.
She is very conscious of your generosity, sir.
She's mentioned it more than once.
Sure.
Now, tell me about this house of yours.
Great house, sad-looking, they tell me.
Mm, I'll accept that.
But I'm not prepared to lay out more for the time I spend there.
Hettie has told me how beautiful it is.
I think she'd like it to be one of her homes.
I would want to please Hettie in any way I can.
But I'm not sure that living at Glaven is possible.
Why not?
You've always been very frank with me,
so I'll admit something to you.
When I was much younger and barely had a grasp of affairs,
I was very badly advised--
financially, I mean.
In what way?
I was persuaded to sell off outlying parts of Glaven
until there wasn't enough income from the estate
to sustain the house.
Then mortgages were taken out to repair things,
which left even less income.
And nobody warned you of the consequences?
I trusted my advisors.
They were my father's advisors.
When you grow up in a place like Glaven, it seems eternal.
Sure, I see that.
I'll be off, then, Ms. Miller.
And I hope you'll do the same because there's no point
in you doing otherwise.
Oh, Who Will rid me of this troublesome woman?
Well, you might say--
I do say, get out.
Here, this should kick things off for you
to make a start at Glaven.
Oh, very generous, sir.
You look after my girl, I'll look after your house.
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
The Park Club.
Vincent.
[music playing]
[knocking]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
Giddy up, giddy up!
ROBERT: Thank you, Ewart.
Yeah.
[gunshot]
[thuds]
FLORA: Go!
Go!
[pensive music]
[growling]
[chattering]
GALLAGHER: Remember our agreement, my Lord.
This quarter's payment or I foreclose the mortgages.
(WHISPERING) I have to be married later this morning,
Gallagher.
The bride's father is the richest
man on the Pacific slope.
Anything she wants, he'll give her as long as I keep her happy.
Well, yes, keep her very happy, my Lord.
My partners and I have no wish to own Glaven.
Please don't force us to take it.
Rest assured it will never come to that.
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
[footsteps]
Oh!
[creaking open]
[music playing]
[keys clinking]
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Is that look of reproach?
No.
No, I'm often up at this hour.
Oh.
I don't really sleep these days.
[upbeat classical music]
Ah!
[clattering]
[pensive music]
[echoing sobs]
[screaming]
[rushing water]
[echoing sobs]
[gasps]
Scale, scale of the chair or sense of the scale of the chair!
[upbeat classical music]
[cheering]
GUEST 1: All the best, dear!
Oh, yay!
GUEST 2: Good luck.
Oh!
Oh, leave the goddamn thing alone!
[violin tune]
Thank you for coming, Doctor.
Why didn't you call me earlier?
I didn't know what to--
oh, dear, oh, dear.
[sobbing]
He won't admit it, of course.
But he's not well.
I'm very worried about him.
You should have called me earlier.
But he wouldn't have it.
And you know how masterful he is.
I didn't dare disobey him.
[sobbing]
[rattling]
[knocking]
Holmes?
[knocking]
Holmes?
[door creaking open]
What do you know about dreams?
Why do you ask?
(SHOUTING) Why?
I'm walking through infernal territory and you ask why!
I only meant--
Hush now, Watson.
I don't know what I meant.
Well, there's a-- there's a group in Vienna led
by a young doctor called Freud, Psychologische
Mittwochsgesellschaft.
Please don't look at them.
They're merely scribbles for reference.
Does he seek to explain dreams?
To interpret them, I believe so, their relationship
to the life of the dreamer.
They aim to be scientific, I gather.
A science of dreams, well, well, well.
My dream is horrible.
(SHAKY) I'm fighting with Moriarty at the falls.
And suddenly, I'm overwhelmed with a sense of loss, fear.
Yes, fear.
Empty rooms, I have no sense of scale,
a huge chair, which diminishes, its upholstery torn to shreds.
I'm struggling to escape from a marsh, a mire,
a quagmire, the Grimpen mire.
And then appears an androgynous creature,
witch-like, hag-like with claws, talons, which reach out to me--
through me.
And I'm trapped in a mesh of cobwebs.
And I awake.
Hm.
Are you eating?
Sleep badly, you have bad dreams, you sleep even worse.
I don't have bad dreams.
I have one dream more than once.
Let's see how you really are.
Ah!
Please don't start that.
And I'll tell you something else.
I regret Moriarty's death.
Tell me.
How would you describe Moriarty?
Evil, a giant of evil.
Giant, yes, quite so.
Without him, I have to deal with distressed children,
cat owners, pygmies!
Pygmies of triviality!
You see, Moriarty combines science with evil,
organization with precision, vision with perception.
I know of only one person that he misjudged--
me, Put away your medicines.
How was your seminar?
Lively.
[chattering]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
COACHMAN: Hey, what are you doing?
There's something wrong with the child.
She's just as nervous as a cat.
Hat?
Oh, yes.
Amelia does look curious in a hat.
I never thought of it before.
Even you were nervous as a bride.
FLORENCE: Well, it's not that.
There's something wrong.
[panting]
I was about to announce the lady.
Give it two or three minutes, would you?
Very well, my lady.
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[dramatic music]
Get that girl for me.
Get her!
The bride seemed too nervous.
WOMAN: Get her!
It's very odd for an American.
[grunts]
[chuckles] Where is your dignity, Ms. Miller?
In the cold gutter of your heart, Lord Robert,
trampled in the gutter!
Remember who I am.
[muffled] Ah!
[sobbing] I wish the child joy of you.
AMELIA: Look, Bella.
There's the famous Flora Miller.
She used to be a friend of Robert's.
But I don't think she likes him anymore.
I can explain everything.
It was-- it was a long time ago.
[music playing]
Who are you?
[footsteps]
She's not upstairs.
Go away.
The house has been searched now top to bottom, not a sign
of Hettie anywhere, nothing.
[knocking]
Alice?
One of Ms. Doran's cloaks is missing, sir.
Nothing else?
No, sir, not even a purse.
Thank you, Alice.
Sir.
We must call the police.
What about this woman of yours, this actress?
Could she have anything to do with it?
I don't know.
I'll get the police.
Do you have any objection?
No.
[footsteps]
Where are you?
Hm, my darling.
Missing bride, no clue!
Oy!
MAN: No clue!
Missing bride, no clue!
DR. WATSON: Well, well, well.
Hm.
I've told you what you should be doing is eating properly.
[knocking]
Come in.
This has come.
It is marked Most Urgent.
Mrs. Hudson, I can still see.
Are you all right, Mr. Holmes?
You know, I wish I'd never unlocked the door.
No.
Well, it's got a crest and a monogram.
That's an improvement.
This morning's mail was from a fishmonger and a tide waiter.
Aha, it's a fashionable epistle indeed.
My dear Sherlock Holmes, Lord Blackwater
tells me that I may place implicit reliance
upon your judgment and discretion.
Scotland Yard is already acting in this matter.
And there is no objection to you--
it's about that Lord St. Simon wedding.
SHERLOCK: Yes, dull, dull, dull.
[sighs]
[chattering]
Azure, three caltrops in chief over a fess sable.
hm.
That's him all right.
It's Lord St. Simon, he's early.
Oh, please, Watson.
I'm trying to sleep.
You know my methods.
Leave the door open.
[grunts]
Where is Holmes, hm?
Mr. Holmes is indisposed, my Lord.
He has entrusted the preliminaries to me.
I know his methods.
Very well, very well.
Apart from the distress this has caused me,
you understand the delicacy?
DR. WATSON: Indeed.
Indeed.
Lord Blackwater said that Mr. Holmes has handled cases
of this sort before, though hardly I imagine
from the same class of society.
He would, in fact, be descending.
Sir?
Well, Mr. Holmes' last client of the sort was a king.
Bravo, Watson.
Huh?
I had no idea.
Which king?
Well, you can understand, my Lord,
that he extends to the affairs of other clients
the same secrecy, which is promised you in yours.
Of course.
How are we to find her, sir?
How can she have disappeared?
Where is she?
I must have her back.
A woman obscured--
[chattering]
ROBERT: It was after the ceremony outside the church
that I first noticed that something was wrong.
As you came out, not before?
No.
And as she came in?
She appeared a little apprehensive.
But she looked quite lovely and very happy.
DR. WATSON: If I remember rightly,
the newspapers implied that Ms. Miller was drunk when she made
the scene at your front door?
As far as I could judge, yes, it was likely.
My Lord, would it be in order to ask
the nature of your relationship with Ms. Miller?
Yes.
If somewhat naive, she was my mistress.
We parted some months ago.
I was, I believe, generous.
And that is when you met Ms. Doran?
Before, in fact.
Ms. Miller's drinking had already led to some scenes.
She was becoming very unreliable.
[knocking]
Do you think-- do you think Ms. Miller the sort
of person to seek revenge on you, beyond embarrassing you,
I mean?
Drink affects people unpredictably.
The chap at Scotland Yard also believes
Ms. Miller to be implicated in Hettie's disappearance.
[knocking]
Hadn't you better answer the door, sir?
What?
I know, I know, Mr. Holmes.
But the circumstances are unreal.
I felt you should see this.
The woman was a lady, no doubt about it.
And there was something about her compelling, I call it,
most compelling.
Yeah, thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Never mind her clothes and her veil, it was her voice.
She was a lady.
Did you say she wore a veil?
Yes, sir.
Mrs. Hudson, I have a--
faint cold fear runs through my veins.
Oh, sir.
Would you put a match to the fire?
MRS. HUDSON: Of course.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Now, Lord Robert, if I were to mention
the names Maud and Helena to you, would they mean anything?
Certainly they would.
They are the names of the two women
to whom Lord Robert was previously married.
Married?
You were married?
Forgive my friend's surprise, my Lord.
Why didn't you tell me?
You said you wanted to sleep.
Well, I'm wide awake now.
But you are known, even celebrated,
as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country.
[chuckles] I never chose to be celebrated, Mr. Holmes.
I have always been very contented
that my marriages be kept from the public gaze, Mr. Holmes.
SHERLOCK: Why?
They were not comfortable experiences.
[hiccups] [chuckles] Comfortable?
Painful, indeed.
Painful?
That is what I said, Mr. Holmes.
They have no bearing on the matter in hand.
Would you oblige me, then, by telling
me how your marriages ended?
The first ended in my wife's death, the second by annulment.
I see.
WOMAN: (SINGING) La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
[chattering]
I was only singing.
Come on, up you go.
[distant singing]
I see.
And the grounds of the annulment?
It was annulled, Mr. Holmes.
[chains rattling]
Watson, will you fetch Mrs. Hudson?
Mrs. Hudson?
Sir?
I want you to describe to me the lady who delivered the note.
Thank you.
Well, I'll try, sir.
No, you must do more than try, Mrs. Hudson.
You must succeed.
Well, um, she--
look.
Look, sir, on the other side of the street.
That's her.
Come, Watson!
WOMAN: Drive on!
Oh.
Stop!
Holmes!
SHERLOCK: Stop!
Ahh!
Damn!
I despair.
What is it?
A tram ticket and an accounts book--
it's just figures, no address.
Lady Hettie gone, what of Maud and Helena?
Out of the way, Mrs. Hudson!
Oh, Doctor!
That phrase, Oscar Wilde's latest
play, something about losing a.
Relative
Yes, "To lose--
to lose one parent may be considered unfortunate."
Yes, that's it!
You see, I think that's what the veiled lady
was trying to imply--
to lose one wife may be considered unfortunate.
But to lose three--
- begins to look like carelessness.
Rank carelessness, Watson.
Quickly, who is this woman?
I must read your notes on Lord Robert.
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[sniffles]
Oh, be reasonable, Watson.
I will eat.
We are not leaving this room.
You need rest.
Rest?
Well, then you'll have to interview
Doran tomorrow morning.
DR. WATSON: All right.
The science of dreams.
What if they're an undiscovered language like our ancestors
thought of them, prophetic?
Yes, you may look.
Precognizance, this little book, we must wait until it dries.
The woman with the veil, she must be found.
[sobbing]
[growling]
INSPECTOR MONTGOMERY: I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.
Inspector Montgomery.
I wonder if you could identify this.
I understand the young lady was wearing her wedding
dress when she left the house.
Yes, that's Hettie's wedding dress.
[knocking]
I'm grateful to you, Inspector, for your time.
Not at all.
I'm told a visit to Mr. Holmes is always
entertaining if nothing else.
SHERLOCK: Leamington Spa?
What's Lestrade doing at Leamington Spa?
Taking the waters.
DR. WATSON: [laughs]
Oh, I'm sorry to see you laid up, Mr. Holmes.
Must cramp your style no end.
Never mind.
We've not been idle.
I've arrested Ms. Flora Miller for questioning.
But Ms. Miller is playing a leading role in the "West End."
Why?
Flora Miller was seen at the wedding.
Then she came looking for the victim.
She attacked Lord Robert, and then she was seen with Ms. Doran
shortly after she left her house.
But she'll tell us nothing about it, nothing.
And there's this, Mr. Holmes.
You know where to come.
As soon as you can, I will wait all day.
And it's signed FM.
Um--
INSPECTOR MONTGOMERY: Fairly conclusive, wouldn't you say?
Where did you find this?
In the pocket of the wedding dress.
You're looking at the wrong side.
I know what's on the other side.
Excuse me, what is your name?
Montgomery.
Inspector.
SHERLOCK: Ah, an inspector.
This is torn from a hotel bill.
Rooms, 8 shillings, Breakfast, 2 and 6,
cocktails, a shilling, lunch, and 2 and 6, a glass of sherry,
8 pence.
INSPECTOR MONTGOMERY: I have looked at that.
There's nothing in it.
I know a very few hotels that would dare to charge
8 pence for a glass of sherry.
However, Inspector, I would like to interview,
please, Ms. Miller.
You're welcome to her.
Good day, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson.
Inspector.
INSPECTOR MONTGOMERY: Oh, and good luck.
SHERLOCK: Good luck to you, hmm.
The thought of Lestrade loose in Leamington Spa,
I do hope his wife went with him.
I need your hip flask and a small bottle of gin.
Gin?
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
That hotel bill, the message, it must have been passed somehow
to Ms. Doran in the church.
Question one, how?
Question two, by who?
Clearly, by the person she went to meet.
And the initials FM?
Flora Miller.
Hmm, I wonder.
Mr. Holmes, the evidence is looking increasingly
good against Ms. Miller.
I now have this gentleman's evidence.
But may I introduce Mr. George Tidy?
How do you do, sir?
INSPECTOR MONTGOMERY: He's the senior porter at the Park Club.
And he's prepared to testify that Ms. Miller took a shot
with a pistol at Lord St. Simon on the night before his wedding.
If true, it's most intriguing.
Oh, it's true, all right.
INSPECTOR MONTGOMERY: Oh, it's true, all right.
Mr. Tidy has the proof.
The bullet.
There.
A pocket gun, wouldn't you say?
But not Ms. Miller's?
Not Ms. Miller's?
No, certainly not.
The gun has yet to be invented that can shoot
around corners, Inspector.
Well, someone took a shot at him.
Of course, they did.
Now, Mr. Tidy, who do you think attempted this murder?
I have no idea, sir.
But there were several other people about.
But I noticed that the door of his lordship's carriage banged--
[bangs]
- at the same time as the gun went off.
But what really alerted me was the chips
coming out of the stone.
[gunshot]
Well, naturally, after that, I had to turn.
And there she was, Ms. Miller, I mean, staring at me, furious.
And so you thought it was she who had fired the shot,
very natural.
However, it was not.
Person or persons unknown.
[footsteps]
[keys jangling]
[clanging]
[creaking open]
And who the devil are you?
Ms. Miller, I am acutely aware that you should not be here.
I'm glad to hear it.
I am Sherlock Holmes at your service.
Only service you could do me is to be carrying a bottle.
Watson.
Well, well, what an extraordinarily
civilized citizen you turn out to be then.
SHERLOCK: I am here to investigate the disappearance
of Lady St. Simon.
[chuckles]
Child simply had the common sense to see what
she was letting herself in for.
And what was she letting herself in for?
A life with Lord Robert St. Simon.
SHERLOCK: Can you describe what that might entail?
I told the child all about it.
[mumbles]
God, I can't remember.
[rattling]
Been a long day, I was very tired.
God knows what I said to her.
I don't remember.
Dear Mr. Holmes, I, Agnes Northcote,
being of sound mind and body--
[echoing shrill grating]
[sobbing]
You observed Ms. Hettie Doran leave the house.
You introduced yourself to her.
You walk together in the park.
You warned her against Lord St. Simon.
Yes.
Did she try to defend St. Simon to you?
No.
Not at all?
All she said was, thank you.
That has decided me.
Ah.
Go on.
You took her back to the theater
and sent out for some clothes.
Yes.
Had she money with her?
No.
I bought the clothes, and I gave her a couple of sovereigns.
That was very good of you.
Not at all.
She told me her father would reimburse it all.
She wrote a note to him for me.
Ah, a note to her father.
Now, can you tell me anything about Lord
St. Simon's previous marriages?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
Nothing.
I live for the present.
Anything else is a waste of time!
You know nothing about his first wife's death?
Nothing.
SHERLOCK: The second marriage was annulled.
Do you know why?
No.
Annulment usually takes place when there is unfitness
in one of the partners.
Do you know what that might be?
No.
No?
Nothing?
You're not prepared to discuss anything.
No.
SHERLOCK: May I ask why?
No.
[sighs]
That any man should be worthy of such love, is it passion?
Fear?
Oh, I see, Ms. Miller, it's both.
[knocking]
I promise you, I shall do my best
to see that you are released from
this nonsensical confinement.
[metal creaking]
Ms. Miller.
[somber music]
I'll do it!
[knocking]
This is nearly ready.
You know, the disappearance of Doran's daughter
ought to be a simple matter.
It should solve itself without further assistance.
SHERLOCK: But what about Lord Robert?
What has he done to warrant three avenging angels--
witches?
[chuckles]
Witches?
Well, a woman obscured, perhaps time is shaped.
We cannot dream the future.
SHERLOCK: Well, maybe the future is all around us.
I'm ready.
Coming.
It's a pity there's so little in this, just
a few figures and initials.
Please.
No doubt you'll find more.
[sighs] Oh, look.
It's like the delicate membranes of a butterfly.
Oh, the poor woman is destitute, destitute.
Ah, there's rage on this page.
Look how she's torn the paper with the nib.
Oh, what have we here?
A thread?
A seamstress, lacemaker, web maker?
Ah.
Ah, she reads.
Bronte, Jane Austen, and Sophocles.
[knocking]
Come in.
Would you get that back?
Woman with the veil, she's back.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes?
Yes, I am here.
We've met before.
I am Agnes Northcote.
Ms. Northcote.
What have you to say to me?
Before I can tell you that, I must know your connection
with Lord St. Simon.
None.
Watson?
We are investigating his wife's disappearance.
He must not find her.
Well, such an edict requires justification, ma'am.
MS. NORTHCOTE: No woman with a fortune is safe from him,
believe me.
Believe me.
SHERLOCK: Really?
Well, I am afraid I am burdened with a rational turn of mind.
I need proofs.
Well, Ms. Northcote, I need proof.
I have no proofs, only my conviction and experiences,
not just my own.
Conviction?
Well, that's a luxury that I have almost forgotten.
You clearly have much to tell us, Ms. Northcote, please.
Please sit down.
I have, about my sister.
Shall I tell you what happened to her?
That is why I came.
Helena was more alive than anyone I've ever met.
She had her fortune.
She was in charge of her fate as few women are-- until she
met Lord Robert St. Simon.
He destroyed her.
He took her fortune.
He married her, and he destroyed her.
How?
[sobbing]
He had committed to a madhouse.
It required only the signature of two doctors,
and the deed was done.
When was this?
It could not happen today.
We have the Lunacy Act--
Oh, could it not?
Well, that's as may be.
But the act came too late for my sister.
And when the Lunacy Act became enforced,
he still had her put away.
People can't just be put away.
MS. NORTHCOTE: They can if your uncle is a duke, if you're
handsome and plausible.
Under the terms of your precious act,
I demanded that conditions of her confinement were inspected.
And so they were.
A small but learned committee went to Glaven eventually.
WOMAN: Robert!
ROBERT: Helen.
MS. NORTHCOTE: Knowing what they wanted to find
and of course they found it, charmed
by the compassionate Lord Robert, who
had kept his wife profoundly, a depressed person--
once beautiful, now sadly distracted--
in conditions that can only be wondered
at for their cleanliness, their orderliness, their quality
of nursing, and so on.
Only one thing was amiss.
It was not my sister.
Helena was not mad.
It was not her.
He'd hired someone.
Flora Miller.
No!
Robert!
[giggles]
It was not my sister.
It was not her.
SHERLOCK: And where is she now?
I went to Glaven myself.
I had to find the truth.
My reward was this.
Ms. Northcote, did you discover the truth?
No.
I didn't know how to.
I was blind with anger and grief.
I have no recollection of even how I got there,
I only know that I found myself one day--
[somber music]
- walking through the gates of that accursed place.
[creaking]
[wordless singing]
[growling]
[tense music]
[door creaking open]
[rustling]
[clanging]
[growling]
[creaking]
[screaming]
[growling]
[shrill grating]
I was left in part of the wood where the animals are kept.
So it might look as though I've been attacked by one of them--
Ahh!
- after ignoring notices not to.
I was found by some cottagers and kept alive.
I would have begged you to find out whether my sister was alive
or not.
[sobbing]
I live only a half life of not knowing.
Nothing seems to break the gray circle I live in, nothing I do.
Nothing.
I walk the streets at night.
Am I looking for danger?
Sometimes, I think I'm asking the world
to hurt me so I can feel alive.
SHERLOCK: Oh, good god.
What else may I have dreamed?
The laundry.
Ah, Ms. Northcote, will you satisfy me upon one point?
If I can.
Your meanderings, nocturnal meanderings,
do they ever take you past the Park Club?
Lord St. Simon was shot at on the night before his wedding.
That was you.
Couldn't bear to see another life destroyed.
Lord Robert's wife, first wife, was murdered.
Murdered?
She also had a fortune.
She was robbed and killed shortly after their honeymoon
in France.
By whom?
A man called Thomas Floutier.
Was he convicted?
Yes, but he escaped.
And where is he now?
Where do you think he is?
Any idea?
Glaven-- no, I don't know.
I don't know.
I have no proof.
Just the strength of your conviction?
Yes.
[sighs] Ms. Northcote, I'm afraid the sound of your shot
never reached the ears of our noble bachelor,
the thrice-married Lord St. Simon.
I cannot expect you to understand how much I envy you.
The delight it must be to face an opponent of some worth.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Hudson?
Is he really going to help?
Oh, yes.
He already is.
Oh, yes.
I was in the church.
Weren't we, my sweetness?
I smuggled Bella in.
She was as good as gold.
Did anything occur?
Oh, nothing occurred out of the ordinary, I assure you.
Please try to remember.
Oh, yes, sweet little Hettie dropped her bouquet, you know,
and had it picked up for her.
SHERLOCK: Dropped her bouquet?
AMELIA: He was quite an oddity--
the one that picked it up, I mean.
One of the Dorans, I suppose.
He looked American, at any rate.
Thank you.
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
Ewart.
GALLAGHER: You don't, I suppose, have
another heiress up your sleeve?
Damn you, Gallagher.
GALLAGHER: The newspapers, you see,
reported a scene of disgusting vulgarity
on your father-in-law's doorsteps.
I wonder how do you explain that to him.
Doran doesn't think me an innocent.
He accepted my story.
It was clear to everyone that Ms. Miller was drunk.
I managed to obtain from my partners
a temporary stay of execution.
That's all, a day or two.
We must have proof.
Proof of what, for god's sake?
Proof that the Californian goose remains willing to lay
its golden eggs at Glaven.
That's all.
Nothing must jeopardize that.
No, nothing.
No, of course not.
What about Ms. Miller?
If she's capable of a scene like that,
what else is she capable of?
I hope she had nothing else to reveal.
Trust me.
Not an inch, my Lord.
I just discovered that a certain Mr. Francis Hay Moulton
is in room 26, an American gentleman whose
wife only joined him yesterday.
His initials are--
- FHM, FM!
Ah, excuse me.
One moment, please, sir.
And how can I assist you, sir?
How much is a glass of sherry?
That would be 8 pence.
Hm!
Thank you.
[knocking]
I personally promised, Mr. Moulton,
that you will both be free to return to California.
It will be as if your wife had never entered that church.
How did you find us?
That is unimportant.
If I may give you my opinion, I
think there's been a little too much secrecy already.
May I speak to Mrs. Moulton?
MR. MOULTON: Not before you tell me who the devil you are.
We were engaged by Lord St. Simon to find his wife.
DR. WATSON: Mr. Moulton, her father
will take it very hard I think that she
did not communicate with him.
But she did, damn it.
She did.
Yes, the note from Flora Miller.
He would have received that by now.
Good.
Her father never approved of me.
Oh, really?
You see, up in the Gulf--
Surely these are explanations for her father.
You made criticism of Henrietta's duties
towards her father, you hear me out.
I'd promised old man Doran I'd go
away and not trouble Henrietta until I'd made my way.
But we got married in secret before I went.
Then I was reported dead up in the high northwest,
so Henrietta told them then about our secret marriage.
He sent someone out to check I was dead like they said.
That man never found me.
So Henrietta gave me up for dead.
And so Mr. Francis Hay Moulton,
presumably you have made your way.
I'm in hotels, sir.
Hotels?
Really?
How much do you charge for a glass of sherry?
MR. MOULTON: The same as this hotel, 8 pence.
[tense music]
Robert?
ROBERT: Flora, my darling.
[screaming]
[hurried footsteps]
It's too late, Robert.
[grunts]
I told the child everything.
MR. MOULTON: Anyway, Lord St. Simon may as well have saved
his money from employing you.
Why do you say that?
Because Henrietta has gone to see him.
I wish she had not done that!
[ominous music]
[clattering]
[sobbing]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[gun clicking]
[footsteps]
[gasps]
[growling]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[growling]
[horse hooves clip-clopping]
[thuds]
[growling]
Ah.
[chittering]
Ho, giddy up.
[romantic music]
Hello, Hettie, my darling.
How have you been?
Where did you disappear to?
Where is she?
Where's your wife?
Pfft.
You're my wife.
I don't know what I am anymore.
What are you saying?
Robert, why didn't you tell me?
Tell you what?
Everything!
Everything about your wives.
It's the past, not important.
I don't want to relive the past.
The past is dead.
You, you are the future.
Where is she? ROBERT: Who?
Your wife!
I have only you.
My darling, the marriage was annulled.
Have you been talking to Flora Miller?
I know you have.
Oh, my darling, I beg you not to listen to that woman.
She is a drunk.
She has no sense of decency or truth left.
Where is Lady Helena now?
How should I know?
Being cared for?
Do you care for her, Robert?
What?
I pay for her care.
Seeing her is-- is too painful.
The poor creature is afflicted with self persecution
and extraordinary--
HETTIE: [laughs]
- delusions every time I appear.
The authorities have asked me not to go anymore.
The authorities?
Is she alive, Robert?
What are you saying?
I don't believe you.
I believe Flora Miller.
I believe what she told me.
And it makes me ill to think it.
And I thought she was a drunk, just another drunk,
that it didn't mean anything.
Listen to me.
You took Lady Helena away from a private hospital.
You took her away. Where is she, Robert?
- This was no good. - And you brought her here.
Where is she?
The place was no good, damn it!
Oh, god.
What does it matter?
[gasps] [grunting] Why did the murderer of your first
wife escape, Robert?
Why did the murderer of your first wife escape?
Weren't you-- do you have a servant here, Robert?
Is his name Thomas Floutier?
Stop it!
[coughing]
Stop it, damn it.
What are you making me do?
Don't-- don't for god's sake.
No.
[panting] Ah!
No!
When-- when I let you go, Hettie, Hettie,
what I did, I did for you.
With you, the world's changed.
Hettie, Hettie, you must believe me.
Say you believe me!
No!
Never!
Not this side of hell.
Very well, that's it.
It's over.
[sobbing]
Yes, yes.
Thomas Floutier is the man who works for me here.
Amongst other things, he looks after the needs of Lady Helena.
It may give you some satisfaction
to know that your stubbornness will be the inevitable cause
of her death now--
yours, too, of course.
Floutier will arrange an accident for you.
Your money will revert to me.
And after a suitable period of mourning--
HETTIE: [laughs]
- I'll leave.
[laughs]
And you think Pa would let you just walk off with my money?
You can't argue with the law.
You're my wife.
No, I'm not.
What do you think happened to me in the church, Robert?
When I dropped my bouquet, I saw the man I married.
A ghost, I thought he was dead.
But that's where I've been, with my husband.
[grunts] No!
Ah!
[grunts]
[door slams shut]
[growling]
Empty rooms?
[tense music]
[growling]
A scent.
[creaking open]
Thomas Floutier.
[screaming]
[groaning]
[door clicking open]
Ah!
No!
Ah.
Ahh!
[gunshot]
Ow.
[grunting]
SHERLOCK: Watson, take care of her.
[groaning]
Ouch!
[growling]
Ow.
[groaning]
[growling]
[groaning]
[screaming]
[wings fluttering]
[keys clinking]
[creaking]
[ominous music]
[rustling]
[whistling]
[rustling]
[groaning]
Hey!
Stop!
[rumbling]
[screaming]
[laughs]
[wordless sing]
[laughs]
[somber music]
[panting] Ah!
How I've waited.
How I've cried again and again in the darkness for this moment.
I know.
Who are you?
Emissaries of your sister Agnes.
Tell me, how did you do it?
I spent seven long years ensuring
the chapel's utter instability.
An attempt I made to escape was thwarted,
so I recreated the entrance brick by brick, timber
by timber.
I made a science of instability.
And I succeeded.
Seven years, this is unique in my experience,
to have served the sentence before committing the crime.
Nurse?
And so it was that we discovered
the true mistress of Glaven, a woman so far from madness
who had survived sev--
no.
Ah!
Who had so triumphantly--
triumphantly-- survived seven years of captivity,
that Holmes was pleased to call her one of the finest
minds he had ever encountered.
With meeting her, I believe Holmes
solved the riddle of his dream.
It only troubles him now insofar as he
cannot deny the possibility that it was prophetic.
But the new owner of Glaven was none other
than Lady Helena St. Simon.
Lady Helena wisely decided to sell it and redeem
the mortgages upon it.
I cannot conceive of a happier prospect than to imagine Glaven
restored for the enjoyment of the Moultons
and their future family.
How dare you!
How dare you make a record of this case?
Oh, a rec-- oh.
No, no, no, no, no.
I'm merely answering an invitation to another seminar.
Really?
Well, be quick.
We leave in an hour.
What for?
For heaven's sake, Watson, the performance.
[soprano singing]
[applause]
[music playing]