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Was.
- (GUNSHOT) - (ENOLA SCREAMS)
Perhaps best if Mycroft doesn't see it.
(LESTRADE GRUNTS)
Oh, she knew a great deal?
for the safety and security of the future of our country.
Mycroft Holmes...
- (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - (BELL JINGLES)
But when growing up in the countryside, there is little excitement,
will you tell him that I care about him a great deal?
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
I did not ask for Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether in my life.
Holmes... Like Sherlock?
You'll see the truth soon enough.
England's true glory...
- Do you hear me? - (INHALES SHARPLY)
(TAPPING SOUND APPROACHING)
TEWKESBURY: This is a terrible idea.
She's even left money on my bedside table.
It's done.
You could never manage that one, could ya?
Aren't you the clever little tongue? I'll enjoy that.
- ENOLA: Whoo-hoo! - TEWKESBURY: Enola!
(COUGHS)
ENOLA: Bethnal Green.
You never could leave it alone as a little girl.
- SIR WHIMBREL: What's your business here? - ENOLA: I'm a private detective.
Why would I laugh at that?
I advise you not to... walk away.
Sentimental, really, but she always did...
(SNEEZES)
- EUDORIA: On your marks. - ENOLA: Get set.
Enola is on her own path,
"Our future is up to us."
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
He will have all the answers.
One is that Mother wouldn't have signed "Mother," but "Chrysanthemum."
The home of polite society...
Have they?
How do we laugh?
In Mother's absence, she is my ward, not yours.
We will have to use an amplifier.
I'm not ready to die at all. I wasn't going to before I met you.
Passed by one.
Your move, Enola.
- (RIFLE COCKS) - (GRUNTS)
Because you have no interest in changing a world
Could you please direct me to her office?
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Widowhood doesn't impact on my ability to do my job.
Sometimes you have to let nature...
I'm sorry?
Mycroft Holmes.
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
It leads onto a roof.
(BELL RINGING)
(PANTING)
(TEWKESBURY SCREAMS)
(YELLING)
- CONDUCTOR: All aboard! - I insist!
(BRAKES SCREECH)
Or should I say "missus"?
(DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES)
You're being emotional.
and brilliant deductive thinker.
MAN: Hey! Hey!
You're lucky you found me.
You were made to fight.
But I'm fine. I'm free.
The reform bill,
(GASPS)
have planned for their own disappearance. (CHUCKLES)
(STUDENTS CHATTERING IN THE DISTANCE)
How did you arrive at that conclusion?
I'm sorry, but I've heard enough.
MYCROFT: Hmm.
She runs rings around me just as easily as you once did, but...
(FLOOR CREAKING)
You're a...
Viscount Irritation, Marquess of Bothersomeshire,
You'll get your money when we catch her. Come on!
She wouldn't like you in here.
(SHERLOCK CHUCKLES)
(OVERLAPPING VOICES)
That's a shame.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I don't need friends. I have my own company.
"Well, what else are we going to do with you?
so I chose a different line altogether.
MAN 1: Without this reform,
As she is.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
His favorite case?
You're not rid of me yet,
(CHUCKLES) I almost died, in truth.
Enola?
(GALLOPING)
Do it because you're looking for yourself.
TEWKESBURY: Of course we do.
But for me, who chooses to wear it,
I'm afraid so.
I say!
Useless men!
Even your blessed mother was a bride.
She didn't teach me to string seashells or practice my embroidery.
I thought you had forgotten it.
The young master,
Sometimes, Lord Tewkesbury,
No. No, of course not.
(TEWKESBURY GRUNTS)
Educate me as to why.
Make me yours.
Um, to the headmistress.
Because you don't know what it is to be without power.
My father's death was caused by a botched burglary,
Edith mentioned "a useless boy."
What's made you like me more?
and I realized that...
You've already abandoned her once, sir.
TEWKESBURY: I look fine.
(PANTS)
- Go on, begone. - (BASKET THUDS)
I had these ideas,
You'll thank me...
How very exciting.
Do you have to be quite so brutal with the hair?
A week ago, on the July morning of my 16th birthday,
you will discover what mettle you truly have,
Shakespeare, Locke,
What whim led white Whitney to whittle?
She wanted me to find my freedom,
- Oh, no! - TEWKESBURY: The bush!
A poor choice of word.