Head cocked to the left. Partial deafness in ear.
First point of attack.
Two: throat. Paralyze vocal cords. Stop screaming.
Three: got to be a heavy drinker. A floating rip to the liver.
Four. Finally, drag the left leg. Punch in the kneecap
Summary prognosis: conscious in 90 seconds
Martial efficacy: quarter of an hour at best. Full faculty recovery: unlikely.
-I like the hat. -Oh, I just picked it up.
You remember your revolver?
Oh - knew I forgot something.
-Thought I'd left the stove on. -You did.
I think that's quite enough
You are a doctor after all.
Always nice to see you, Watson.
Where is the inspector?
-He's getting his troops lined up. -That could be all day.
Sherlock Holmes. And his loyal dog.
Tell me, doctor, as a medical man. Have you enjoyed my work?
Let me show you how much I've enjoyed it.
Watson! Don't!
Observe.
How did you see that?
Because I was looking for it.
Lord Blackwood!
You seem surprised.
It seems the girl deserves your attention more than he. -Indeed.
I'll leave that along if I were you. Good lad.
Impeccable timing, Lestrade.
We've one for the doctor and one for the rope.
- Clarky? -Sir.
This woman needs the hospital immediately. -Put her in the back ***.
If you don't mind.
Get him out of my sight.
And you were supposed to wait for my orders.
If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse and chasing a rumor.
Besides, the girls' parents hired me, not the Yard. Why they thought you'd require any assistance is beyond me.
- Well, London will breathe a sigh of relief. - Indeed.
- Congratulations, Lestrade. - Bravo, Inspector.
Have a cigar.
Gentlemen - cheese.
156/80. Very good.
My nerves are the best they've been in years, thanks to you.
Tell me something - your new premises. When are you moving in? - I should be in within the week.
Cavendish place. And that will be a woman's house, too. -Oh, that's marvellous indeed.
Good God!
-That was gunfire. -No-no. Hammer on nail, wasn't it?
My colleague is probably just putting up a painting. I'll go check.
Your colleague? - Yes.
Won't be moving with you, will he? -No, he won't.
Mrs. Hudson...
-I won't go in there by myself. No while he's got a gun in his hand. You don't have to go in there at all. Give the paper.
-What will I do when you leave, Doctor? He'll have the whole house done!
He just needs another case, that's all.
Couldn't you have a longer engagement?
I smell gun powder. It's not right you know. Not in the domestic environment. -Thank you, Captain Phillip.
Perhaps a night cup of tea. Same time next week.
Come along, Captain. It's quieter downstairs.
Mrs. Hudson? Bring something to cheer him up.
Permission to enter the armory. -Granted.
Watson, I'm in the process of inventing a device that suppresses the sound of a gunshot.
-It's not working. Can I see that?
You know it's been hree months since your last case.
Gently - gently, Watson! Be gentle with me!
Don't you think it's time you found another one?
I can't but agree. My mind rebels this stagnation. Give me problems, give me work.
The sooner the better.
- Paper.
Let's see then. There's a letter here from Mrs. Ramsey of Queen's Park. Her husband's disappeared.
He's in Belgium with the maid. Is it November?
Yes, Holmes.
Lady Rathford reports...
Her emerald bracelet has disappeared.
Insurance swindle. Lord Rathford likes fast women and slow ponies.
-I see you are the attending physician of Blackwood's hanging. -Yes.
It was our last case together, and I wanted to see it through to the end.
A Mr. Louis...
There's only one case that intrigues me at present.
The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady. I've been studying her comings and goings. They appear most sinister.
-Tea, Mr Holmes? -Is it poisoned, Nanny? -There's enough of that in you already.
Don't touch. Everything is in its proper place. As per usual, Nanny.
Killed the dog, again.
What have you done to Gladstone now?
I was simply testing a new anesthetic.
He does not mind.
Holmes, as your doctor... -He'll be alright in no time.
As your friend...
You've been in this room for 2 weeks. I insist, you have to get out.
There's nothing of interest for me out there on earth at all.
- So you're free this evening? - Absolutely.
- Dinner? - Wonderful.
- The Royale? - My favorite.
Mary's coming.
- Not available. -You're meeting her, Holmes!
-Have you proposed yet? -No, I haven't found the right ring.
Then it's not official.
It's happening whether you like it or not. 8:30, the Royale. Wear a jacket. - You wear a jacket!
Holmes!
You're early.
-Fashionably. - Miss Mary Morsten.
Oh my goodness. What a pleasure.
- For the life of me, I don't know why it's taken him so long to introduce us properly. - The pleasure is mine.
It really is quite a thrill to meet you, Mr Holmes.
I've heard so much about you. I have a pile of detective novels at home. Collins, Poe...
It's true.
Can seem a little far-fetched though, sometimes? Making these grand assumptions out of such tiny details.
-That's not quite right, is it? In fact, the little details are by far the most important.
- Take Watson. - I intend to.
His walking stick - rare African snake wood. Hiding a blade.
A few were rewarded to veterans of the Afghan war. So I can assume he's a decorated soldier
Strong, brave, born to be a man of action. And neat.
Like all military man. Now I check his pockets.
A stamp from a boxing match.
Now I can affirm that he's a bit of a gambler.
-I'd keep an eye on that dowry if I were you. -Those days are behind me. - Right behind you.
This cost us the rent more than once.
Well, with all due respect, Mr. Holmes, but you know John very well.
What about a complete stranger?
What can you tell about me?
You? - I don't think that's...
- I do not know if... -Not at dinner.
- Perhaps some other time. - I insist.
-you insist? You remember we discussed this.
The lady insists.
You are a Governess - Well done.
Yes, well done, shall we? Waiter?
Your student. It's a boy of 8. -Charlie's 7, actually.
Then he's tall for his age. He flicked ink at you today.
Is there ink on my face? There's nothing wrong with your face.
There are two drops on your ear. India blue is nearly impossible to wash off.
A very impertious act by the boy, but you are too inexperienced to react rashly which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.
Oriental pearls, diamond, ruby - hardly the gems of a governess.
However, the jewels you're not wearing tell us rather more.
- Holmes! -You were engaged.
The ring is gone, but the lighter skin where it once sat suggests that
you spent time abroad, where you were informed of its true, rather modest, worth. You broke off the engagement and returned to England for better prospects.
A doctor, perhaps?
Well done one all counts, Mr Holmes, apart from one.
I did not leave him. He died.
Well done, old boy.
Come on!
That's it, big man. We're done. You've won. Congratulations.
Oi, we ain't done yet!
This mustn't register on an emotional level.
First: distract target.
Then block his blind jab
Count with cross to left cheek
Discombobulate. Dazed, he'll attempt wild haymaker. Employ elbow block and body shot.
Block next left, weaken right jaw.
Now fracture.
Three cracked ribs. Traumatize solar plexus. Dislocate jaw entirely.
kick in the diaphragm.
In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diamphragm hemmoraging. Physical recovery 6 weeks.
Full psychological recovery 6 months.
Capacity to spit at back of head - neutralized.
Where did that come from?
What the hell is going on here, Charlie?
Lord Blackwood's put him under some kind of spell, sir. It's like he's burning from the inside out.
Shut up!
Charley. Charley!
Take this man to the infirmary now!
What's this all about then, Blackwood?
There's someone I want to see.
- Watson. - Right. Let's go.
What started merely as an experiment has brought me to the threshold of a monumentary discovery.
Now, if I play a chromatic scale, there's no measurable response.
You do know that what you're drinking is meant for eye surgery.
But, now, and this is remarkable, If I change to atonal clusters - voila!
They fly in counter-clock-wise synchronized concentric circles.
Watson, this is exceptional. I, using music theory have created order out of chaos.
- How did you lure them in? -Excellent question. Individually. I've been at it for 6 hours.
And what happens if I do this?
Clean yourself up. You are Blackwood's last request.
Look at those towering structures. It's the first combination of bascule and suspension bridge ever attempted.
Most innovative!
What an industrious empire!
Oh, I have your winnings from last night.
You weren't there - so I made your customary bet.
You're right. I'll keep it with your checkbook. Locked safely away in my drawer.
Did you know the opera house was featuring "Don Giovanni"?
I could easily procure a couple of tickets if you had any cultural inclinations this evening.
You have the grand gift of silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
I knew she'd been engaged. She'd told me.
So that's no to the opera then?
- That was my waistcoat. - I thought we agreed it's too small for you.
- I'd like it back. - I thought we agreed
I want it back.
This way Mr Holmes.
Blackwood seems to have gotten the crowd into a fear frenzy
- that I'm will dispose once his feet stop twitching. Care to come along?
No, you're on your own, old cock. I have no business with him while he's alive.
Suit yourself, mother hen.
It seems you have a lot of rooms to let. -We had to move the prisoners, sir.
Otherwise we'd have a riot on our hands. He has a peculiar effect on the inmates, as though
he can get inside their heads
-I can find my own way if you have other duties to perform. -Much obliged, sir. Thank you.
I love what you've done with the place.
So glad you could accept my invitation.
I just have a small point of concern.
How can I help?
I'd followed the murders with some interest, and while my heart went out to the families of the victims, I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery
In the stroke of your brush.
You are too kind.
However, by comparison, your work in the crypt, was more like a finger painting.
So now you are curious as to if there's a larger game afoot?
Either that or shortly my friend will pronounce you dead and I thought I might keep him company.
Your mistake is to imagine that anything earthly has led to this moment.
Your error of judgement is that you think that I am holding a brush at all.
I'm merely the channel. -My only wish is that I could've caught you sooner.
5 lives might have been spared. Those lives were a necessity.
Sacrifice.
5 otherwise meaningless creature served a greater purpose.
I wonder if they'd let Watson and me dissect your brain. After you're hanged of course.
I'd wager there's some deformity that'd be scientifically significant. Then you too could serve a greater purpose.
Holmes, you must widen your case. You underestimate the gravity of coming events.
You and I are bound on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature.
But beneath your mask of logic I sense a fragility. That worries me.
Still your mind, Holmes.
I need you.
You've come a long way down from the House of Lords.
-I will rise again. -Bon voyage.
Pay attention.
Three more will die and there's nothing you can do to save them.
You must accept that this is beyond your control.
By the time you realize that you made all of this possible it will be the last sane thought in your head.
What did he want? -Not sure. But I don't think you all need to follow. Enough for this one.
Lord Henry Blackwood, you are sentenced to death.
For the practice of Black magic, the unholy murder of 5 innocent young women and the attempted murder of a sixth
Do you have any final words?
Death ... is only the beginning.
That is the end of Lord Blackwood.
London's so bleak this time of year.
Not that I'm pining for New Jersey, I much prefer to travel in the winter.
Here, I brought you these, all the way from Syria.
I found these exquisite [............] in Jordan. And your favorite olives from the Cyclades.
Thought we might have a little tea party
And while I was setting the table, I found this - a file with my name on it.
"The theft of the Velasquez portrait from King of Spain.
Missing naval documents lead to resignation of Bulgarian prime minister
scandalous affair ends engagement of...
Habsburg Prince to Romanov Princess.
I was simply studying the old methods. Should the authorities ask me to hunt you down.
But I don't see my name in any of these articles.
Your signature was clear.
Is that the maharaja's missing diamond?
Or just another souvenir?
Let's not dwell on the past.
Shall we?
You are between jobs. - And you are between husbands. How much did you get for the ring?
He was boring and jealous and he snored.
I'm Irene Adler again.
Thank you.
I need your help
I need you to find someone.
Why are you always so suspicious? Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?
Careful not to cut yourself on this lethal envelope.
I think you'll find all the information you need inside.
Who are you working for? So, I'll have to find it the hard way?
Keep the money. I did not say I'll take the case.
Consider it a wager that you will. Do you remember the Grande? They gave me our old room.
Hold the door. Thanks, Doctor.
-He'll do it. -Well done Miss Adler.
That's precisely why I hired you.
He'll have our man within 24 hours.
He'd better. Riordan was the key to what Blackwood was doing.
He's essential to my plan.
Don't you see where you're going?
Get off out of here.
A little [.......] would go a long way, sir [............................]
Look at you. Why is the only woman you've ever cared about a world-class criminals?
Are you masochist?
-Allow me to explain. -Allow me.
She's the only adversary who ever outsmarted you. Twice.
You've had your fun
-What's she after anyway? -It's time to press on.
-What could she possibly need? -It does not matter.
An alibi. A beard. A human canoe. She could sit on your back and paddle you up the Themze.
It's of no consequence to you, really, is it, Watson? We've done our last case together.
I've already read it. Missing person. Luke Reordan.
4'10'' red hair no front teeth. Case solved.
You're obviously not her type. She likes ginger dwarves. -Midget.
-So you agree? -No, I don't agree.
It's more than a technicality. You are misrepresenting the dimensions of short peoples
I've said too much, I can tell I've upset you. -No, I am simply stating that one has to-
What were you doing?
Will you allow me to explain? -I wish you would.
- Holmes? What are you doing? - Nothing.
Are you wearing a fake nose?
Holmes! Where are you going?
Watson?
Help! Watson!
I have flowers for you, sweetheart I'll cut you a deal cos you're so pretty
My lucky day!
What have you got there for me?
Do not move!
What have we got here?
Thank you
That's the Irene I know.
-That man intrigues me. He's got her on edge -She's no mean feat.
She's scared of him.
Yet she works for him.
Right
That's nothing to do with me but I advise you: leave the case alone
I may not have a choice
After all, I may be paying the rent on my own soon THanks to you
Get that out of my face -It's not in your face, it's in my hand.
Get what's in your hand out of my face
Sorry. Inspector Lestrade says he wants you to come with me at once.
What's he done there? Lost his way to Scotland Yard?
Watson, grab a compass. You means us.
No, you means you.
It's Lord Blackwood. It appears he's come back from the grave, sir.
Most engaging. Very clever.
I pronounced the man dead myself.
What are the facts?
Groundskeeper claims he saw him walking through the graveyard just this morning, sir.
I'll leave this in your capable hands. I have an appointment with Mary It's not my reputation at stake here.
Don't try that
Have the newspapers got wind of it yet? That's what we're trying to avoid sir.
Certainly.
What's the major concern? - Panic. Sheer bloody panic, sir.
-Indeed -you're not taking this seriously, are you Holmes?
Yes. As you should
It's the matter of professional integrity. No girl wants to marry a doctor who can't tell if a man's dead or not.
Who won the match, Clarky?
- Sir? - Rugby match.
Your boys have done a magnificient job of obliterating any potential evidence
But at least they never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity
And on the third day...
These slabs of sand stone were smashed open from the inside. -Lestrade. What of the coffin?
-we are in the process of bringing it up now. -I see
Hm. Alright. At what stage of the process? Contemplative?
There was a witness? -He's over there.
And apparently he's cat... -Catatonic, sir.
-He's not feeling very well - Yes.
You lot stop behaving like a bunch of quivering [............] Bring that coffin up - now.
Good day sir!
It's alright. I am a doctor.
The man's in shock.
He may need a few moments -The witness stated that he saw Lord Blackwood rise from the grave
- Well? - Well?
You pronounced him dead.
He had no pulse.
God!
That's not Blackwood.
Now we have a firm grasp of the obvious
Time of death?
Approximately two thirds of an inch Which would put the time of death at about 10-12 hours ago
May I borrow your pen?
-Adler's dwarf. - Midget.
I know what I saw!
It was Blackwood!
As clear as I see you
And when the dead walk, the living will fill these coffins.
You really believe he was resurrected?
The question is not "if" but "how." The game's afoot.
Follow your spirit and upon this charge cry
god for Harry, England and St. George.
Here you are. Why that certain fish and chips store
- I don't understand - Well there's a particular pier
they use out in the back, northern stout, to be exact.
You know, Holmes
I've seen things in war I don't understand.
In India, I once met a man who predicted his own death
right down to the number and placement of the bullets that killed him.
You have to admit, Holmes
that a supernatural explanation to this case, is theoretically possible.
Agreed.
But, it is a huge mistake to theorize before one has data.
Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to shoot theories, instead of theories to shoot facts
That said I believe Adler's midget is the key to this.
Right. Scratches around the key hole where the watch is wound.
What does that tell you?
The man was most likely a drunk.
Every time he wound the watch, his hand slipped, hence the scratches.
Yes Very good, Watson.
You have developed considerable deductive powers of your own.
Let's see now. There are several sets of initials.
- pawnbrokers' marks. - Excellent.
Most recent of which are: "M.H. M.H. M.H...
- M.H is for... - "Maddison and Haig.
They should be able to give us an address.
What a coincidence.
There's one thing you failed to deduce from the watch, Holmes.
I think not.
The time.
I have to get back, Holmes.
Taking tea with the in-laws..
- Reckon your future, sir? - Absolutely not.
No thank you, ma'am.
You need to hear what I have to tell you.
We have no need of your lucky heather Gypsy women.
Even if it's to do with Mary.
I see two men.
Brothers. Not in blood, but in bond.
What of Mary?
M for Mary, for marriage. Oh, you will be married.
Go on.
I see patterned table cloths and china figurines.
and lace doilies...
doilies...
Lace doilies...
doilies... Holmes.
- Does your depravity know no bounds? - No.
Oh she turns fat and has a beard...
And what of the warts?
- She is covered in warts... - Enough, enough.
- Are they extensive? - Please, enough!
It's the most apt prediction, Flora's made in ages.
And precisely the reason you can't find a suitable ring.
Do you have my money?
You are terrified of a life without the thrill of a macabre.
Do you have my cut?
- Admit it, admit it! - Give me my money!
Holmes.
Oh I see.
Thank you.
Well you've got your ring, and I've got the address for my ginger midget.
Should be just there.
I think she'll really like this.
And I have some change in my pocket.
- Should I look after it for you? - No, no.
- Don't give it away here. - No!
I have to go see Mary.
Give them my best.
And the family as well.
It does make a considerable difference to me, having someone with me
on whom I can thoroughly rely.
Well, you can rely on me for exactly 10 minutes.
He clearly fely something was coming to get him.
Or something did.
Irene Adler was here,
either that or the ginger midget wore the same Parisian perfume.
Ah, putrefaction.
Ammonium sulphate, among other aromas.
Phosphorus.
Formaldehyde.
It looks like he was attempting to combine
some kind of sorcery and scientific formula.
More importantly...
What he was trying to dispose of.
Potassium and magnesium.
sulfuric acid.
Why the iron went out of the ink as long as it's not too burnt
Peculiar.
Hydrated rhododendron.
Holmes. Look at the crest.
Reordan was working with Blackwood.
Of course he was.
Question is, to what end.
Whatever he was working on, clearly suceeded.
How so?
Otherwise, he'd still be alive.
Which is why Miss Adler is so desperate to find him.
Yes.
There's something I can't quite put my finger on.
Is it candy floss? Molasses.
Maple syrup. Ah, barley sugar.
Toffee apple.
Let me guess.
Judging by your arsonist tool kit
You're here to burn down the building and extinguish all the evidence therein
Just one minute boys..
Oh, Draga!
Is there a problem?
Meat...
or potatoes?
My 10 minutes are up.
You alright?
Holmes.
What is that?
Holmes!
Watson...
What have you done?
I haven't slept all night.
Not a wink.
Why I ever believed...
that I would get to have tea with Mary's parents, is beyond me
having been talked into going with you.
We were set upon man, it was self-defense.
I've been reviewing my notes, of our exploits over the last seven months.
would you like to know my conclusion?
I am psychologically disturbed.
How so?
Why else would I continually be led into situations
where you delibrately, withhold your plans from me?
Why else?
You never complained about my methods before.
- I'm not complaining. - You're not?
- What do you call this? - How...
How am I complaining? I never complain, when do I
complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning.
or your mess, your general lack of hygiene
or the fact that you steal my clothes.
We have a barter system.
When do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms?
- Our rooms. - The rooms,
When do I ever complain that you experiment on my dog?
- Our dog! It's our dog. - On the... the dog!
But I do take issue, is your campaign to sabotage my relationship with Mary.
I understand.
- Do you? - I do.
- I don't think you do. - You're overly tired.
- Yes. - You're feeling a bit sensitive.
I'm not sensitive.
What you need is to rest.
My brother, Mycroft, has a small estate near Chichester.
Beautifull grounds...
- We could throw a land on the spit... - We?
Holmes, if I were to go to the country it would be with my future wife.
Well certainly, if we must...
No not you, Mary and I.
- You are not... - What? Invited?
Why would I be not invited to my own brother's country home, Watson?
- Now you are not making any sense! - You're not human!
- John Watson? - Yes.
You bail has been posted.
Mary!
Just Watson.
I hope you get bailed by breakfast, because my boys, are getting hungry.
Back off! Back off!
To which the barman says: "may I push in your stool?".
Right you, you're out..
- Until next time, Big Joe. - Always a pleasure, Mr. Holmes.
Thank heaven you're here, Lestrade I'd almost ran out of jokes.
In another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal.
Yes, sir and you an excellent policeman.
Tomsky! Thank you.
Now please tell me you have answers.
All in good time, Lestrade.
All in good time? what is this some parlour game where we have to guess what you're thinking.
I've got a public in frenzy out there
and if you don't fill me in, I'll have you in there playing Victoria and Albert quicker than a bookies runner
Now, clean up and make yourself presentable.
For whom?
Friends in high places.
They're the ones who bailed you out.
I'm terribly sorry to inconvene you, sir.
But I'm going to have to put this on you.
Mr. Holmes, apologies for summoning you like this.
I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you are and who I am?
As to where I am...
I was admittedly lost for a moment, between Charing Cross and Holborn,
but I was saved by the Bread shop on Southford Hill.
The only baker to use a certain french glaze on a sage - brittany sage
after that the carriage fought left and right
until bump the Fleet conduit
And as to who you are? that took every ounce of my not
inconsiderable experience.
The letters on your desk were addressed to a Sir Thomas Rodrum.
Lord Chief Justice. That would be the official title
Who you really are... is of course another matter entirely.
Judging by the sacred ox on your ring.
you're the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders
in who's headquarters we now sit.
Located, north-west corner St. James square I think
as to the mystery, the only mystery is to why you bothered to blind fold me at all.
Yes... well, standard procedure I suppose.
I dare say we have the right man, gentlemen.
Sherlock Holmes.
Ambassador Standish from America and Lord Coward, Home Secretary.
I suppose you already have some notion as to the practices of our order.
Yes. They are practically interesting.
Be as sceptical as you like.
but our secret system has steered the world to good for centuries.
The danger is they can also be used for more nefarious purposes.
What some call the dark arts or practical magic.
We know you don't believe in magic Mr. Holmes
We don't expect you to share our faith
merely our fears.
fear is the most infectious condition.
In this instance.
fear of your own child.
Blackwood is your son
You have the same irises, a rare dark green, the diamond shaped hazel flex
together with the identical outer ears or pinner, which are only passed down through direct blood line
which makes by necessity either brothers
or in this case, more likely father and son.
Very few people are privy to that information.
And we'd want to keep it that way.
He was concieved during one of our rituals.
His mother wasn't my wife.
But she shared our beliefs. She was a powerfull practitioner.
though not enough to survive giving birth to him.
Death followed him wherever he went.
Those five girls were not the first to be butchered.
He killed many more to use them to enhance his powers.
No one could prove anything of course, but we already knew.
The boy was a curse.
We'd done our best to stop him ourselves, but its not enough.
His power grows daily.
His resurrection is evidence of that.
But what he does next will be far more dangerous.
His secret lies in the book of spells. This is the source of his power.
His going to raise a force that will alter the very course of the world.
I want you to find him and stop him before he does.
We'll give you any assisatnce that we can.
As Home Secretary, I have a considerable influence over the police.
- Oh, yes - So...
Name your price?
Well a great benefit to the social deficit. I, can pick and choose my clients.
Consider it done, I'll stop him.
But not for you. And certainly not for a price.
I do have a parting query sir, Thomas.
What is that?
If the rest of his family is dead...
how long do you expect to survive?
Food for thought.
Well perhaps you'll have better luck opening that.
Margot '58. comet vintage.
How fascinating that a astronomical event can effect the quality...
How is it going with our case that you refused to take.
...of the wine.
Or I've hit a dead end. Literally.
I found your man. He's buried in Blackwood's tomb.
If you still need him.
Oh dear...
I hope my client doesn�t come looking for a refund.
He's a professor, isn't he?
I couldn't see his face, but I spotted a bit of chalk on his tappan.
I've never known a professor to carry a gun, and on such a clever contraption.
Eyepatch. Nice touch...
So... case closed.
Which makes this a social visit.
No. It's a you're-in-over- -your-head-Irene visit.
Whoever killed Reardon they was covering their tracks,
which makes you the next loose end that needs to be snipped.
Let it breathe.
I've never been in over my head.
Leave now, disappear. You're good at that.
Or stay. And volunteer for protective custody.
If I'm in danger, so are you.
Come with me.
What if we trusted each other.
You're not listening. I'm taking you, to either the railway station
or the police station.
So...
Which is it to be?
You decide, which will it be?
I told you to let it breathe.
Can you taste the comet?
Why couldn't you just come away with me?
Never
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