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(BICYCLE RATTLING)

You're in such a mess.

WOMAN: I know, dear.

We'd start with history. She always said...

(COIN CLATTERS)

- Good girl. - (SOBBING)

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

You're not a boy at all.

Helps me do the same.

of literature...

Whatever society may claim,

You think you look normal?

And what if it was I that...

(BOTTLES RATTLING)

TEWKESBURY: He's bossy too.

(MYCROFT SIGHS)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

"You have to go to school, Enola!"

I am a detective,

Who taught you how to sharpen it like that?

Numbers turn into letters,

ENOLA: I never really knew my father.

- MYCROFT: Enola! Time to go! - (KNOCKS)

This is what my mother made me for.

I have but a single bed, so you'll have to sleep on the floor.

Oh, how disappointing.

to find the answers we need.

And yet here I am, at the center of civilization.

My life seemed to flash before me.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

So everyone keeps telling me.

Wake up. Come on.

Miss May Beatrice Posy.

And why would she leave you a message?

Speak as we tell you to.

- Enola... - EUDORIA: And, in that moment,

A man in a brown bowler hat?

I believe you went there too.

- Well, you would say that. - (CHUCKLES)

or possibly your land, your estate, your title, your seat.

- Because I can be lost here. - And yet I found you.

but one I must refuse.

Mother wouldn't have suggested it as a meeting place.

But clearly, she didn't feel like she needed him.

MYCROFT: An unedcated, underdressed,

"Meet me Royal Academy five tonight Mother."

Try to be excited, not disappointed,

She valued education.

I have quite the prodigious memory when I choose to use it.

Doesn't it make sense?

(FABRIC TEARING)

You're welcome. I think.

Why might you be interested in the personals? You've gone quite mad.

(EFFORT GRUNTS)

ENOLA: I must admit, London isn't quite what I imagined.

I'm not entirely an idiot, you know.

Mycroft told me.

In the morning, we'll have to move fast.

You just need to look for it.

Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether.

(EFFORT GRUNTS)

- MYCROFT: Her mind? - LESTRADE: Sharp as a tack.

You have not escaped. There is a man in a brown bowler hat

no one anywhere.

MYCROFT: Nothing at all.

a strange-looking gentleman.

- He's never mentioned him. - And you are not his assistant.

Mycroft and Sherlock,

{\an8}swordsman, singlestick fighter,

Same reasons they wanted your father dead.

My sister-in-law has all the help she needs. Show her out.

You're supposed to say thank you.

Are all your questions about food?

I did not want the Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether in my life.

(PAINED GRUNTS)

My mother only corresponded with one address with regularity.

by the way that she left leaving no clear leads,

People are a lot more... excitable than in the country.

You remind me of my uncle.

- A pretty speech. - EDITH: A scary one.

You'd already discovered this, hadn't you?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

So why would it not be the uncle himself that did the deed?

Of course he's on the train. You simply haven't looked properly.

BOTH: I'm sorry.

We were friends for a while.

...followed by fight combat.

and you'll make many new friends.

I don't know what she wanted me to be.

Because she left me.

She insisted on it, in fact!

You were leading them astray.

ENOLA: And Enola spelled backwards reads, well,

She is not dangerous.

Your bottom was always bare.

is it true what you did?

It is time to find my mother.

(LINTHORN GRUNTS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Let me out of this carriage.

- Yes? - She knows nothing of the world.

(TRAIN WHISTLES)

She left me with little, bar some gifts

MYCROFT: What is she up to, Sherlock?

They are perfectly fine.

Sherlock Holmes.

But even your blessed mother made a match.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

(LINTHORN GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MYCROFT: It's always the same, isn't it? Always the same.

What in heaven's are you looking for?