The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes (1991–1993): Season 3, Episode 2 - The Eligible Bachelor - full transcript

No.

...the asylum had vanished.

The misery that must behind those walls.

There's no escape from the terrors of the mind.

Indeed.

Well, another case concluded.

...of Baker Street!

An observant child could have solved it!

Good luck with the seminar and thank you.

It's a privilege, my dear fellow,

if it's a successful case after all.



And Holmes,

don't be bored.

Glovin Castle!

Glovin.

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.

I want to see it.

No, Hettie!

Why can't I see it?

My darling girl, you don't understand,

I can't just drop in at Glovin.

Neither can you.



You may be utterly divine

and impossibly rich but you can't.

But why can't I?

You own it,

you're Lord St. Simon, it's your house.

It's our ancestral home.

You see, it's the servants who really live there.

Actually, every one of them has spent

more of their life in Glovin 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.

I didn't realize, like royalty.

Yes.

Will it be all right, Robert?

What, my darling?

Will they mind? About me and what I am

and where I come from?

The servants, I mean, and your family?

They already think of you as

being wonderfully exotic.

But I'm a miner's daughter

from a mining camp.

Pa 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 county at your feet,

as you have me.

Oh my, will you look at that!

What's it doing here?

There's always been some sort of zoo at Glovin.

My latter fellow's interested to keep it going.

You know, I have a fancy

that cat's from the Americas like you.

Actually, he's come to welcome you.

You, wild and beautiful thing!

Not half as wild and beautiful as you!

Water.

Water into dust.

Come on.

Amelia, why don't you let her give the dog to me?

No, she stays with me!

She might get under the horses.

It's a wonder we got here at all!

It's arrived and so have they!

How much did you say?

What did you say?

They sent the child to Paris.

What for?

To school.

Yes, Americans do send their daughters to Paris,

that's what I was given to understand.

I doubt it!

You know, in my experience, Paris breathes either

frivolity or philosophy.

Neither are helpful companion in life.

No, I suppose not.

Well, at least the child is not an actress.

Florence!

Alice!

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!

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 2 years ago.

The bear.

Alice, I was scared to death.

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!

My dear Henrietta,

you cannot live at Glovin!

Why not?

Because Glovin 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!

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.

You remember?

Yes, yes.

I remember.

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

my father has run away.

Please, will you help me find him?

Timothy.

My cat Boswald is missing.

Money no object.

Well, I'll tell you what I actually think.

I think she's extraordinarily pretty,

that's what I think.

And I think Robert is head over heels in love.

I agree.

That's what I think.

And Bella thinks so too. Don't you, my angel?

Bella says Miss Doran is
very nearly as pretty as she is.

Very nearly.

Dear Henrietta, you mustn't take

what Amelia says too seriously.

I didn't hear a word of all that.

Robert so deserves you, my dear.

He's been unlucky in love.

And he's business...
- Hush!

Mary, remember?

Why can't I finish what I was going to say?

When do we dine?

Exquisite!

Get off me!

Come here!

Get off me!

Bitch!

You've merely imagined
all these dreadful things, Oswald.

It was your imagination.

This agony's been too much for you.

Hello, Mr. Holmes!

May I?

Yes, but they're rehearsing.

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.

Mother, give me the suns.

Oswald, what is the matter?

Look at me!

Do you not know me?

The sun!

No!

We are being watched!

I will not rehearse in front of strangers!

Get over there!

Go on your way!

Come on!

What are you looking for then?

Mind your own business!

It's not Lord Robert's.

It's our damned anniversary, isn't it?!

7 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!

I'm not his whore to be paid off!

He trusted me.

I'm not your whore, my Lord!

No.

Come and use your whore, my Lord!

You'll never have anyone

who'll do what you want like me!

Thank you.

You'll pardon me, ma'am,

if I don't join you in drinking

that French Ch?teau wine.

I guess it's too refined for my taste.

Some would say too civilized.

I'll drink you're health

but it'll be in Samuel Markoolin's rye.

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...?

Just so.

The wine, sir, is magnificent!

Bless you.

You know, don't you,

I've settled a considerable amount on Hettie

for when she's married?

She's 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.

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 in Glovin 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 Glovin

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 a Glovin,

it seems eternal.

Sure, I see that.

I'll be off then, Miss Miller,

and I hope you'll do the same.

'Cause there's no point in you doing otherwise.

Well, rid me of this troublesome woman!

I do say, get out!

Here, this should kick things off

for you to make a start at Glovin.

How very generous, sir!

You look after my girl.

I'll look after your house.

The Park Club.

The Park Club.

Vincent.

Thank you.

Go!

Remember our agreement, my Lord?

This quarter's payment

or I foreclose the mortgages!

I have to be married later this morning, Callahan.

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.

Yes, keep her very happy, man!

My partners and I have no wish to own Glovin.

Please, don't force us to take it!

Rest assured it you will never come to that.

You'll excuse me, gentlemen.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Is that look a reproach?

No.

No, I'm often up at this hour.

I don't really sleep these days.

Scale!

The scale of the chair

and the sense of the scale of the chair!

Thank you.

All the best to you!

Good luck.

Leave the goddamn thing alone!

Thank you for coming, Doctor!

Why didn't you call me earlier?

Well, I didn't what to...

Oh dear!

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.

Do you know how masterful he is?

I didn't dare disobey him.

Oh dear.

Holmes?

What do you know about dreams?

Why do you ask?

Why?

I'm walking through infernal territory

and you ask why?

I only meant...

I don't know what I meant.

Well, there's a group in Vienna

led by a young doctor called Freud,

a psychologist,

[Die Psychologische] Mittwoch-Gesellschaft*.
* A society of psychologists
founded in 1902 by Freud and others.

Please, don't look at them.

They are merely scribbles,

for reference.

Does he seek to explain dreams?

To interpret them, I believe so,

their relationship to the life of a dreamer.

They aim to be scientific, I gather.

The science of dreams,

well, well, well.

My dream is horrible.

I'm fighting with Moriarty at the Falls*.
* Reichenbach.

And suddenly I'm overwhelmed

with a sense of loss,

fear.

Yes, fear.

Empty rooms, I've no sense of scale.

A huge chair, which diminishes,

its upholstery torn to shreds.

I'm starting to escape from a marsh, a mire,

a quagmire,

the Grimpen Mire*.
* From the Hound of the Baskervilles.

And it appears,

an androgynous* creature,
* Of indeterminate sex.

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.

Are you eating?

You sleep badly, you have bad dreams,

you sleep even worse.

I don't have bad dreams,

I have one dream more than once.

Well, let's see how you really are.

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 combined 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.

Watch where you're going!

There's something wrong with the child.

She is as nervous as a cat.

Hat?

Yes.

Amelia does look curious in a hat.

I never thought of it before.

Even you were nervous as a bride.

It's not that,

there's something wrong.

I was about to announce, my lady.

Give me 2 or 3 minutes, would you?

Very well, my lady.

Get that girl for me!

Get her!

Where is your..., Miss Miller?

In the cold gutter of your heart, Lord Robert.

Trampled in the gutter.

I wish the child joy of you.

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...

a long time ago.

Who are you?

She's not upstairs.

Go away.

The house has been searched now,

top to bottom.

Not a sign of Hettie anywhere.

Nothing.

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.

Where are you?

Oh my darling.

Well, well, well.

I've told you, what you should be doing

is eating properly.

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.

It's got a crest and a monogram*!
* A motif of two or more interwoven letters, typically
a person's initials as an identification or a logo.

That's an improvement!

This morning's mail

was from a fishmonger and a tidewaiter*!
* A customs officer who boarded ships.

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...

It's about that Lord St. Simon wedding.

Dull, dull, dull!

Azure, 3 caltrops in chief over a fess sable*.
* A blue shield, 3 spiked balls in the top third
above a middle field in black.

That's him alright.

It's Lord St. Simon,

he's early.

Watson, I'm trying to sleep.

You know my methods.

Leave the door open.

Where is Holmes?

Mr. Holmes is indisposed, my Lord.

He has entrusted the preliminaries to me.

I know his methods.

Very well.

Apart from the distress this has caused me,

you understand the delicacy?

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?

Mr. Holmes' last client of the sort

was a king.

Bravo, Watson!

I had no idea.

Which king?

You can understand, my Lord,

that he extends to the affairs of other clients

the same secrecy which he's 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.

It was after the ceremony outside the church

that first noticed that something was wrong.

As you came out and not before?

No.

And as she came in?

She appeared a little apprehensive

but she looked quite lovely

and very happy.

If I remember rightly,

the newspapers implied

that Miss 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 Miss Miller?

Yes.

If somewhat na?ve, she was my mistress.

We parted some months ago.

I was, I believe, generous.

And that is when you met Miss Doran?

Before, in fact.

Miss Miller's drinking

had already led to some scenes.

She was becoming very unreliable.

Do you think...

Do you think

Miss 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

Miss Miller to be implicated

in Hettie's disappearance.

Hadn't you better answer the door, sir?

What?

I know, I know, Mr. Holmes,

but the circumstances are odd.

I felt you should see this.

The woman was a lady,

no doubt about it.

There was something about her,

compelling I call it,

most compelling.

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?

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're known,

even celebrated as one of

the most eligible bachelors in the country.

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.

Why?

They were not comfortable experiences.

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.

And the grounds of the annulment?

It was annulled, Mr. Holmes.

Watson, will you fetch Mrs. Hudson?

Mrs. Hudson?

Yeah.

I want you to describe to me

the lady who delivered the note.

Thank you.

But I'll try, sir.

No you must do more than try, Mrs. Hudson.

You must succeed.

She... Look, sir,

on the other side of the street, that's her.

Come, Watson!

Drive on.

Stop.

Holmes!

Damn!

I despair.

What is it?

A tram ticket

and an accounts book.

It's just figures.

No address.

Lady Hettie gone, what of Maude and Helena?

Out of the way, Mrs. Hudson!

Doctor!

That phrase from Oscar Wilde...

something about losing a relative.

To lose one parent

may be considered unfortunate.

That's it!

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!

Freaky!

Who is this woman?

I must read your notes on Lord Robert.

Be reasonable, Watson, I will eat.

You're not leaving this room, you need rest!

Rest?

Well then, you'll have to

interview Doran tomorrow morning.

All right.

The science of dreams.

What an undiscovered language.

Like our ancestors thought of them.

Prophetic.

Yes, you may look.

Precognisance.

This little book,

we must wait until it dries.

The woman with the veil,

she must be found.

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.

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.

Levington Spa?

What's Lestrade doing at Levington Spa?

Taking the waters.

Oh sorry to see you laid up Mr. Holmes.

Must cramp your style no end.

Never mind.

We've not been idle.

I've arrested Miss Flora Miller for questioning.

But Miss 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 Miss 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 F.M.

Fairly conclusive, wouldn't you say?

Where'd 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.

An inspector?

This is torn from a hotel bill.

Rooms 8 shillings, breakfast 2 and 6.

Cocktails a shilling, luncheon 2 and 6,

a glass of sherry 8 pence.

I have looked at that, there's nothing in it.

I know very few hotels

that would dare to charge

8 pence for a glass of sherry,

however, Inspector!

I would like to interview, please,

Miss Miller.

You're welcome to her.

Good day, Mr. Holmes,

Doctor Watson.

Inspector.

And good luck.

Good luck to you.

The thought of Lestrade

loose at Levington Spa

I do hope his wife went with him.

I need your hip flask

and a small bottle of gin.

Gin?

That hotel bill,

the message,

it must have been passed somehow

to Miss Doran in the church.

Question one, how?

Question two, by who?

Clearly by the person she went to meet.

With the initials F.M.

Flora Miller.

I wonder.

Mr. Holmes,

the evidence is looking increasingly good.

Against Miss Miller.

I now have this gentlemen's evidence.

May I introduce Mr. George Tidy?

How do you do, sir?

He's the senior porter at the Park Club.

He's prepared to testify that Miss Miller

took a shot with a pistol

at Lord St. Simon on the night before his wedding.

If true, it's most intriguing.

It's true all right.

Mr. Tidy has the proof.

The bullet.

There?

A pocket gun, wouldn't you say?

But not Miss Miller's.

Not Miss Miller's?

No, certainly not.

The gun is yet to be invented

that can shoot around corners, Inspector.

Someone took a shot here.

Of course, they did. Now, Mr. Tidy,

who do you think attempted this murder?

I've no idea, sir.

But there were several other people about.

But I noticed that the door

of his Lordship's carriage

banged at the same time as the gun went off.

But what really alerted me

was the chips coming out of the stone.

Naturally, after that I had to turn

and there she was,

Miss 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.

And who the devil are you?

Miss Miller,

I am acutely aware

that you should not be here.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm Sherlock Holmes, at your service.

Only service you could do me

is to be carrying a bottle.

Watson.

Well, what an extraordinarily

civilized citizen you turn out to be.

I am here to investigate the disappearance

of Lady St. Simon.

The 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.

Can you describe what that might entail?

I told the child all about it.

I can't quite remember!

It's 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...

You observed Miss Hettie Doran leave the house,

you introduced yourself to her.

You walked together in the park.

You warned her against Lord St. Simon.

Yes.

Did she try to defend Sir Simon to you?

No.

Not at all?

All she said was thank you,

that has decided me.

Go on.

You took her back to the theatre

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.

A note.

Now, can you tell me anything about

Lord St. Simon's previous marriages?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

I live for the present and nothing else!

It's a waste of time!

You know nothing about his first wife's death?

Nothing.

The second marriage was annulled,

do you know why?

No.

Well an annulment usually takes place

when there's unfitness in one of the partners.

Do you know what that might be?

No.

No?

Nothing?

You're not prepared to discuss anything?

No.

May I ask why?

No.

Not any a man

should be worthy of such love!

Is it passion?

Fear?

I see, Miss Miller,

it's both.

I apprise you I shall do my best

to see that you are released

from this nonsensical confinement!

Miss Miller?

I'll do it!

It is nearly ready.

You know, the disappearance of Doran's daughter

ought to be a simple matter.

It should solve itself

without further assistance.

But what about Lord Robert?

What has he done to warrant 3 avenging angels,

witches?

Witches?

Well, a woman obscured.

Perhaps time is shaped.

We cannot dream the future.

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.

No doubt, you'll find more.

Look!

It's like the delicate membranes of a butterfly.

The poor woman is destitute.

Destitute.

There's rage on this page.

Look how she's torn the paper!

What have we here?

A thread.

A seamstress,

lace maker,

web maker?

She reads!

Bront?, Jane Austen and Sophocles.

Coming.

The woman with the veil, she's back.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Yes I am he.

We've met before.

I am Agnes Northcote.

Miss 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.

You must not find her!

Such an edict requires justification, ma'am.

No woman with a fortune

is safe from him, believe me.

Believe me!

Really, well I'm afraid I am burdened

with a rational turn of mind.

I need proofs.

Miss Northcote, I need proofs.

I have no proofs,

only my conviction

and experiences, not just my own.

Conviction, that's a luxury

that I have almost forgotten.

You clearly have much to tell us, Miss 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?

He had her committed to a mad house.

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.

Could it not?!

That's as maybe

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.

They can if you're 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 Glovin eventually.

Helen.

Knowing what they wanted to find,

and of course, they found it.

Charmed by the compassionate Lord Robert

who had kept his wife,

a profoundly depressed person,

once beautiful, now sadly destructed,

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.

Robert!

It was not my sister.

It was not her.

And where is she now?

I went to Glovin myself.

I had to find the truth.

My reward was this.

Miss Northcote?

Did you discover the truth?

No.

I did not 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

walking through the gates of that accursed place.

I was left in the part of the wood

where the animals are kept,

so it might look as though

I had been attacked by one of them

after ignoring notices not to.

I was found by some cottagers

and kept alive.

I would thank you to find out

whether my sister was alive or not.

I only live a half-life

of not knowing.

Nothing seems to break the grey circle I live in.

Nothing I do.

Nothing.

I walk the streets at night,

looking for danger.

Sometimes I think I'm asking the world

to hurt me so I can feel alive.

Good God, what else may I have dreamt?!

The laundry!

Miss 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 who?

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?

Glovin.

No, I don't know.

I have no proof.

Just the strength of your convictions.

Yes.

Miss 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?

Nothing occurred out of the ordinary.

I assure you.

Please, try to remember.

Yes, sweet little Hettie

dropped her bouquet, you know.

And had it picked up for her.

Dropped her bouquet?

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.

Steward!

You don't, I suppose,

have another heiress up your sleeve?

Damn you, Callahan!

The newspapers, you see,

reported a scene of disgusting vulgarity

on your father-in-law's doorstep.

I wonder how you'll explain that to him?

Doran doesn't think me an innocent.

He accepted my story.

It was clear to everyone

that Miss Miller was drunk.

I managed to obtain from my partners

a temporary stay of execution.

That's all,

a day or two.

You must have proof.

Proof of what, for God's sake?

Proof that the Californian goose

remains willing to lay its golden eggs
at Glovin. That's all.

Nothing must jeopardize that.

Nothing!

No, of course not.

What about Miss Miller?

If she's capable of a scene like that,

what else is she capable of?

I hope she has nothing else to reveal.

Trust me.

Not an inch, my Lord!

I just discovered a Mr. Francis Hay Moulton

is in room 26.

An American gentleman

whose wife only joined him yesterday.

His initials are F.H.M.,

F.M.

Excuse me.
- One moment, please, sir.

How can I assist you, sir?

How much is a glass of sherry?

That would be 8.

Thank you.

I personally promise, 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?

Not before you tell who the devil you are.

We're been engaged by Lord St. Simon

to find his wife.

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 will have received it by now.

Good.

Her father never approved of me.

Oh really?

You see, up in the Gulf Shores...

Surely, these are explanations for her father.

You made criticism of Henrietta's duties

towards her father. You hear me out.

I 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 him 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.

So, Mr. Francis Harry Moulton,

presumably you have made your way.

I'm in hotels, sir.

Hotels?

Really?

How much do you charge for a glass of sherry?

The same as this hotel, 8 pence.

Robert?

Robert?

Flora?

My darling.

It's too late, Robert.

I told the child everything.

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!

Hello Hettie, my darling.

Where have you been?

Where'd you disappear to?

Where is she?

Where is your wife?

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.

Unimportant.

I don't want to relive the past.

the past is dead.

You are the future.

Where is she?

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?

I pay for her care.

Seeing her is too painful.

The poor creature is afflicted

with self-persecution and instilled with delusions

every time I have been...

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.

You took Lady Helena away from a private hospital,

you took her away. Where is she, Robert?

This is no good.

And brought her here.

Where is she?

It's no good, damn it!

Oh God, what does it matter?

Why did the murderer
of your first wife escape, Robert?

Why did the murderer of your first wife escape?

Where to?

Do you have a servant here, Robert?

Is his name Thomas Floutier?

Quiet!

What do you think you could do?

Darling, for God's sake.

When? When did I let you go?

Hettie, what I did I did for you.

With you the world changed.

Hettie, you must believe me.

Say you believe me!

Never.

Not this side of hell!

Very well.

That's it.

It's over.

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.

Money will revert to me.

And after a suitable period of morning

I'll leave.

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.

No!

Empty rooms.

Her scent.

Thomas Floutier.

Watson, take care of her.

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 7 long years

insuring the chapel's utter instability.

Any attempt I made at an escape was thwarted.

So I recreated the entrance

brick by brick,

timber by timber.

I made a science of instability

and I succeeded.

7 years.

It was unique in my experience,

to serve a sentence

before committing the crime.

Nurse?

And so it was that we discovered the true

Mistress of Glovin,

a woman so far from madness,

who had survived so... No.

Who had so triumphantly

survived 7 years of captivity

that Holmes was pleased to call her

one of the finest minds

he had ever encountered.

In meeting her, I believe,

Holmes solved the riddle of his dreams.

It only troubles him now

in so far as he cannot deny the possibility

that it was prophetic.

The new owner of Glovin

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 Glovin restored

for the enjoyment of the Moultons

and their future family.

How dare you!

How dare you make a record of this case.

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.