Young Sherlock
Season 1 – Episode 8
Episode title: The Case of Beatrice Holmes
Original release date: March 4, 2026
Starring: Hero Fiennes Tiffin, Dónal Finn, Zine Tseng, Joseph Fiennes, Natascha McElhone, Max Irons, Colin Firth
Opening theme: “Days Are Forgotten” by Kasabian
Episode plot: The revelation that Beatrice Holmes is alive and has been raised as Silas’s secret operative forms the centrepiece of the finale. Held captive in Constantinople, Sherlock and Mycroft learn that Silas fabricated a story about Cordelia’s dangerous madness to justify committing her to an asylum and spiriting Beatrice away as a child. Mycroft secretly contacts the British government and brokers a deal to buy the nerve agent exclusively from Silas, securing the brothers’ release. After escaping and reuniting with Xiao Wei, Sherlock deduces a hidden passage in Silas’s study that exposes his smuggling network and the full scope of the weapons programme – rockets designed to disperse the creeping death en masse. The group tracks Silas to his secret factory in Afshin via mountain tunnels; Beatrice, having accepted the truth about her father, helps destroy the facility, while Xiao Wei kills Professor Malik in vengeance for her murdered village. Sherlock prevents Beatrice from executing Silas, who escapes in the resulting explosion. Back in London, the Holmes siblings are partially reunited with Cordelia, but the episode closes with Moriarty having secretly retained the missing portion of Malik’s equation, positioning himself as a dangerous independent power.
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Transcript
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[gasps]
[echoing] Daddy, Sherlock won’t play with me.
[Silas] Don’t worry, my love. I think I… saw some duck eggs over there by the tree.
[groundskeeper] Hello, Beatrice. I think I saw one of those ducklings over here.
Listen, my love. There has been a terrible accident.
A fire at the house, so you’re gonna stay with Mrs Tilcott for a while.
Terrible accident…
[Silas] Saw some duck eggs…
[groundskeeper] Fire at the house…
[Silas] Duck eggs…
Fire…
Duck eggs…
[gasps]
Oh. Bad dreams again?
[kisses]
I… I can’t remember.
The fire.
Mmm?
Why can’t I remember?
Put your coat on or you’ll catch a chill.
Hood up.
I don’t need my hood up.
[sighs]
Ah. Happy birthday, my love.
Mother. Father.
Same thing I get every year.
Where do they come from?
We get them from a specialist shop in Holborn.
[Beatrice] Then why did the postman deliver it?
[stammers]
Who sent it?
Every year I get sent a butterfly for my birthday.
And the person who pays for it is in this office.
I know you.
I know, I know you.
Why did you get rid of me?
Your mother wasn’t well and I didn’t think I could look after you alone.
There was no fire, was there?
[Silas] You can stay with me tonight.
And then?
You’re not happy with Mrs Tilcott?
[Beatrice] I don’t belong there. I was never meant to be a vicar’s daughter.
Look, Mother. I found its heart.
[whimpers]
I’d rather be something in your world.
[Esad] The packages will be transported across Europe.
We need to find a place no one would think to look.
Each package is no bigger than this.
I’m busy now, my love.
[clears throat]
[in Turkish] Even the devil will not think to look there.
[chuckles]
[in English] I saw your brother, Mycroft today.
And you’ll never guess who he is working for.
Sir Bucephalus Hodge.
The richest man in the empire.
Mycroft says Hodge has taken charge of a government project.
Very secretive.
You know what I smell?
Opportunity.
Hodge is up to something.
Why don’t I see if I can obtain a position in his office?
Find someone that will roll over?
My little spy.
Wonderful Bea.
How was Oxford?
Professor Malik is the weak link.
He’s greedy and vain.
If any of Hodge’s professors are going to sell their soul, it’ll be him.
I’ve taken the liberty of setting up a meeting.
Well played, Bea.
Professor Malik, I look forward to doing business with you.
And I you, sir.
He’s on the hook, Bea.
[“Days Are Forgotten” playing]
♪ Hey, son I’m looking forwards ♪
♪ You’re aiming backwards Of this I’m sure ♪
♪ Have you had enough? Are you feeling rough? ♪
♪ Does your skull hurt? Well, if it’s war ♪
♪ I’m waiting ♪
♪ Right here now I’m waiting ♪
♪ For someone or something ♪
♪ To take me To take me over ♪
♪ Days ♪
♪ Days are forgotten ♪
♪ Now it’s all over ♪
♪ You’ve simply forgotten How to disappear ♪
[music ends]
[Silas] Beatrice?
There you are. You look worried.
We need to get our first delivery on the train to Paris and now we have a house full of unwanted guests.
Add to that, that the princess is still out there and she won’t stop until she is stopped.
[Silas] I know how dangerous she is, Bea. Believe me, we will find her.
How?
Sherlock.
You seem to have a lot of faith in Sherlock.
[Silas] I understand why you are so unsettled, Bea.
You really don’t have to face your mother.
No, I want to.
My brave girl.
My Athena.
Now, remember what I told you.
Your mother has a vivid imagination.
Bea! You have grown into the most striking and beautiful young woman.
Is that all you have to say?
What do you mean?
I know what you did.
[Cordelia] What?
I know that you were put in the asylum because you were a danger to me.
[scoffs]
And that’s why Father had to take me away.
I see. So, that’s what he told you?
Bea, he had our mother committed to an asylum because he wanted to gain control of her estate.
He told me you would say this.
It’s the truth.
You can’t trust a thing that man says.
That man has been nothing but kind to me.
[sighs]
[Cordelia] Darling!
Bea, you have to believe us. Please listen.
Why?
Because we have no reason to lie.
And because I am your brother.
Dinner at 8:00.
[door opens]
[Cordelia] You!
[Sherlock] Mother!
[Silas shouts]
[Cordelia] You!
Stop it. Mother, please.
You poisoned her against me!
Cordelia, enough.
[Esad] Mrs Holmes. Please!
There’s no need for that.
[Cordelia sobbing]
Please, sit down.
It’s all right.
Well…
Now the hysterics are out the way.
Perhaps we could all sit.
Please, let us sit and eat like civilised people.
Well, isn’t it lovely to be together again?
[sighs]
Reunited.
[sighs]
Mycroft, please, try the caviar.
No, thank you.
[Silas] I insist. It’s from Marmara.
[grunts]
The taste of angels.
Really, tuck in.
I’m just wondering whether I enjoyed you more as Hodge’s assistant.
Well let me know when you’ve worked that out.
[Silas] I must insist, the chef’s gone to an awful lot of trouble to prepare this.
How long do you intend on keeping us here?
Until you have told me where I can find Shou’an.
Need I remind you, Sherlock, you were going to let her kill me.
If anyone in this room should be feeling a tad upset, I think it should be me.
And yet here I am, endeavouring to be fair.
Fair?
You wanted to meet Beatrice.
Here she is.
Promise made, promise kept.
[sighs]
Once I have Shou’an…
[inhales sharply, chuckles]
…you are free to leave.
And it… is Beatrice free to leave too, should she wish to?
She is not a prisoner.
Behind the mosque on Ordu Caddesi.
That’s where Shou’an is staying.
Well, that wasn’t too arduous, was it?
Bea. Bea, listen to me.
I have never hurt you…
[in Turkish] Go find Shou’an.
[in English] …not once.
Nor could I, nor would I, my love.
Look at her Bea, she’s telling the truth.
Sherlock, you were barely six years old at the time.
How can you possibly be expected to reliably remember anything?
This is what he does. He lies and he lies until you doubt the very thing you know to be true.
You see, in some cases, our memories tell us what we want to believe.
[chuckles]
[Sherlock] Silas.
Son.
Shut up.
Oh. Eloquently put.
[chuckles] Family squabbles, eh, James?
Mr Holmes, my family, they could squabble with the best of them.
But this is not a squabble.
This is a Greek tragedy.
[chuckles]
Bea, Bea.
Please let me talk to you without your father present.
When you are not under his influence.
So that should you choose, you could leave.
Is that what you wish for?
Beatrice?
I do not.
And there you have it.
Well, of course she is not going to say so in front of you, is she?
I think you’ll find she has a particularly strong mind of her own.
You do this! You do this!
You bend and you twist pe–
[Beatrice] Will you please stop arguing?
[clears throat]
Is something on your mind?
If I might have a… a word in private?
Well, anything that can be said can be said in front of this glorious family.
Right.
I’ve had contact with Her Majesty’s government.
They’re coming for you, Silas. You will spend your last days behind bars.
They want their weapon back.
Yes, I imagine they do.
And they are willing to pay for it.
[government worker] There is, however, a path to redemption, Mr Holmes.
We want you to persuade your father to sell the weapon exclusively to the British government.
Pay for it?
Handsomely. [chuckles]
[scoffs]
Mycroft.
How handsome is handsome?
I… I think you could name your price.
There is one, um… stipulation.
They are to be the sole buyer.
And you are to be the negotiator, my go-between?
You expect me to betray my own family?
If you want your career back, sir, that is precisely what we expect you to do.
Yes.
You complete and utter Judas.
Mycroft, you cute hoor!
Jesus, I didn’t think you had it in you.
See? That’s what I’m talking about.
Gumption! Ambition!
They want the weapon within one week or no deal.
Bea?
We can do that.
Good. I’ll need to wire the Foreign Office.
Well, I’ll have you escorted to the telegraph office the moment it opens in the morning.
Right.
Thank you, Father.
Do you hear that, Bea?
One of my sons still calls me father.
Maybe there’s a way back for me after all.
Well, it appears Beatrice and I have to pay a visit to our little factory… as a matter of urgency.
You will stay here until Shou’an is found.
Beatrice, let us prepare for our journey.
How could you?
[door closes]
[James sighs]
Hope you’re happy, brother dear.
Far from it.
[clamouring]
[Esad, in Turkish] Find her! Bring her to me.
[sighs]
You didn’t see it coming, did you?
Mycroft’s betrayal.
Perhaps he takes after you more than I thought.
[chuckles]
Perhaps.
You have proved yourself quite brilliant, my boy.
Minds like yours change the world.
[whispering] You’re the one I’d really like to join me.
[chuckling]
You truly are deluded.
Now listen. What you saw in that tunnel in Paris will change the nature of warfare.
No one will need to send troops into battle.
It will cut down the enemy without a single shot being fired.
And now you’re going to tell me it’ll save lives.
One demonstration, that’s all it’ll take. No one will dare pick up arms again.
And the people will hail you King Silas, the peacemaker.
Mmm. Why not?
You look at the world and see nothing but yourself.
Oh, grow up, boy.
The world we inhabit is built, brick by brick, on human sadness.
And it’s survival of the fittest.
But you know the most radical, original thought of all?
We are not above nature.
Some of us are humble worker bees.
Others lead the dance.
You and I are natural born leaders.
Whether you like it or not, you, Sherlock, are my blood.
Now this is your moment, seize it.
Be my right hand. Be my successor. Be my heir.
Is that not why you have Beatrice?
No, Beatrice is remarkable in her own way, but you are an entirely different proposition.
[sighs]
You tell Beatrice you lied to her, you let her leave with my mother, and I’ll consider your offer.
Oh, you heard her, she doesn’t want to.
No, of course she doesn’t want to.
But if anyone could persuade her…
Talk to her, Silas.
If you can get her to leave, I’ll stay.
I’ll talk to her.
[footsteps approaching]
Excuse me.
Shou’an was not at the address he gave.
[chuckles]
[knocks on door]
[James] Yes?
Am I disturbing you?
Not at all.
I found this diverting little read on the shelves.
Ah, Machiavelli.
Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them…
It’s far safer to be feared than loved.
[chuckles]
You admire him, don’t you?
My father.
[chuckles]
I see it in you.
Game recognises game.
I’ll just look at how he lives.
I mean really.
[chuckles]
You have to admire the scale of the man’s ambition.
And if poor old Bucephalus Hodge hadn’t perished already, well, I reckon he would’ve died of envy.
Ethics don’t trouble you.
Not like Sherlock.
Ethics will only slow you down.
But you know that already.
In Oxford, you stood in front of your brothers and you didn’t give them the slightest tell.
Not even a glimmer of recognition.
It’s merely a calculation of self-interest.
Doesn’t it irritate you?
What?
Being in Sherlock’s shadow.
Isn’t he the special one?
And you, Moriarty, his sidekick?
I’m not his sidekick.
[sighs]
[moaning]
[Beatrice] Once we’re back from the factory…
Hey, hey, hey.
…I want Sherlock gone.
Of course you do. You wish to rule the nest.
To everything, there is a season.
Ah! [speaks Turkish]
[in English] Family, I trust you slept well.
Shou’an was not where you told me she would be, Shirley.
That is a shame.
Mmm…
Disappointing.
Did you check under the bed?
No, so you’ll have to remain here until we have checked under the bed.
Mycroft, assure Her Majesty’s government that they will have their weapons by…
By the weekend.
Certainly.
I’m sorry, Sherlock.
[Mycroft] Mother.
Hurry along then.
Escort him to the telegraph office and bring him right back.
My little errand boy.
You’ve spoken with Beatrice?
Not until they have Shou’an.
Right. We should be off.
[kisses]
There’s no cause to be uncivil.
Quite so, my child. Quite so.
Darling, did you see?
Bea is still in there. We just need to get her away from Silas.
I think she’ll come to her senses, Mrs Holmes.
Long game.
[suspenseful music plays]
[Mycroft] Thank you.
I need to send a telegram to London. Urgent.
[door opens]
[guard clears throat]
Ah. You.
Thank you.
Damn it. Do you mind sharpening this for me?
Thank you.
[guard groans]
Turn around. Open the door.
In you pop.
There’s a good chap.
Apologies for the pencil.
Come.
Princess.
You do know I’m not a princess.
Old habits, I’m afraid.
I could use your help.
Looking at their routine, I’m struggling to find a point of weakness.
We could overpower them.
Well, they are armed, and they have the numerical advantage.
Well, tell that to the Spartans, Sherlock. Just need to come up with a plan.
[Sherlock] Wait.
Is that…
[Cordelia] Mycroft.
What’s he doing?
Mmm…
Well, it appears that he’s waving to you.
And if he thinks he can worm his way back into my good books, he’s got another thing coming.
No, Mother, look.
He didn’t betray us.
Yes, hello? Excuse me.
I’ve been on an urgent mission for my father.
If you don’t open these gates instantly, he will have your heads on plates by the end of the day.
[chuckles] And we’re going back upstairs.
No?
Oh, would you look at that.
Keys, please.
Think it’s best if I take that.
Sorry.
Well done, brother dear.
Thank you, brother dear.
Well, that all went rather smoothly.
Yes, it did.
[gunshot]
[clamouring]
[James] Get down.
[Sherlock] Mother.
[James] God bless you.
Thanks for coming.
I wanted to see you again.
That and kill your father.
[clamouring continues]
Oh!
[panting]
Ceasefire!
Come.
[Sherlock] Mother, are you all right?
[Cordelia] A little shaken but fine!
Jesus, I feel alive.
I’m sorry that I ever doubted you.
Oh, don’t worry, Mother. I would have doubted me too, given the circumstances.
Very well played.
Likewise.
Where’s your father?
He’s at his factory.
Where?
We don’t know yet.
Have we found any indication on where this factory could be?
No, not a scruple.
[Mycroft] There must be something, some kind of hint.
What about… What about this? Looks like some sort of coastal map to me.
It’s useless. Doesn’t even have north marked on it.
[Mycroft] Right.
The floor.
What about it?
The tiles are worn.
By frequent footfall.
Under the wall.
And why would there be worn tiles on the floor by the wall?
There wouldn’t.
Unless…
Oh.
Hmm…
Hmm. Just a thought.
[machinery clanking]
Oh, I do love a secret passage.
[chuckles]
All right.
Looks like an old textile store.
Why would he want to keep this secret?
Oh, my goodness.
Darling, this is the same doll that Bea had when she was a little girl.
Do you remember?
It’s opium.
He sets up a trading network with textiles…
And then uses them for smuggling.
And now he uses the same routes to smuggle the nerve agent.
Look at this. Professor Thompson…
Here at X…
Malik, Roberts, and Enright.
Seems his work on sound waves has been used to predict how the nerve agent would react to changing meteorological conditions.
Trajectories. These are equations for trajectories.
Rockets.
They’re building rockets. Rockets to deliver the nerve agent.
Rockets to rain down death from above.
Professor Malik.
“Thanatite.”
The mineral beneath my people’s lands.
Right.
[Sherlock] And this?
[James] This is his equation for turning it into the creeping death.
James, remember when we met?
[James] Yes.
We create new numbers, but the numbers, they aren’t real.
They’re imaginary.
Imaginary numbers created to solve unsolvable equations.
[Sherlock] Two solutions, opposite or complementary.
There’s always another solution to every equation.
Positive to mirror… the negative.
If we have the positive equation… then we can come up with the negative.
And thus create a compound to neutralise the threat of creeping death.
In theory, we can defeat Silas.
In theory, yes.
What? We have a problem?
This equation is not finished.
Sherlock, come and have a look at this.
Look.
All of these lines lead to the heart of a circle.
Could this be blast radius?
Spread of the nerve agent.
They all emanate from one single location.
[Sherlock] “Afshin.”
His factory, perhaps?
Can you get us here?
Yes. It’s about a day’s ride.
[Cordelia] Right then. Let’s go and find Beatrice.
[Emine] I know a route. It’ll take us through the mountains.
[mystical folk music plays]
[Beatrice] I need you to tell me something.
[Silas] What?
She knew, didn’t she? Mrs Tilcott.
She knew exactly where I came from.
Why are you asking this now?
[scoffs]
‘Cause I want to know now.
I wanted someone I knew who could look after you well.
This is how you found me.
Why didn’t you just send me away there and then?
Oh, it’s your mother, isn’t it? That’s why all these questions.
She’s got under your skin.
She does that to people. I should know.
She lies. She manipulates.
I warned you about her.
It’s not like you to be unsure of yourself.
I’m not unsure of myself.
I’m unsure of you.
What on earth do you mean?
Was she really a threat to me? Mother?
Is that really why you took me away?
Are you going to tell Sherlock you entertained his best friend last night?
Of course you won’t. Why?
Because we act on our desires, Beatrice. We act out of self-interest.
Surely you of all people understand that.
[Silas sighs]
I hear how you talk to Sherlock.
I tell him what he needs to hear to keep him onside.
Isn’t that what you do to me?
Jealousy is beneath you, Bea.
Besides, the three of us together… would that really be so bad?
[music continues]
We’ll camp here for the night.
[James] Now let’s just say we get your sister back, she comes home with you, it’s all happy families, no one tries to kill each other… what’s next for you, Sherlock?
Haven’t really thought that far ahead.
Don’t rightly know.
You?
I assume I’m coming home with you.
[chuckles]
I was thinking that the British government would pay a fair old whack for this weapon of your father’s.
I won’t be a part of anything that earns my father a single penny, James.
Not him, Sherlock. Us.
Us?
Yes.
What if we don’t destroy it, but we sell it back to Her Majesty’s Government.
Think.
It would be freedom for us, Sherlock. We could do what we want.
They’d build great big statues of us. No one could stand in our way.
[ominous music plays]
Ah, come on. Come on. I’m only joking.
[laughs, sighs]
[animals howling in distance]
[music continues]
[workers speaking Turkish]
[workers yelling]
[speaks Turkish]
[worker speaks Turkish]
[in English] Esad, could you see to this please?
Yes.
[Silas] Right, let’s pack this up. Ship it out.
[Esad speaks Turkish]
[Beatrice] We’re not just going to sell to the British, are we?
What do you think?
The moment the deal’s gone through with the British government, then we’ll sell to the French, the Prussians, the Russians, the Chinese, whoever will take it.
Why stop at governments?
Go on.
Why not sell to private individuals, to companies?
The market’s endless.
Your ambition always was greater than mine.
My wonderful Bea.
[tense music plays]
My wonderful Bea.
Perfectly wonderful.
What is it?
[Silas] You going to Oxford.
Well, there’s a good chance you’ll meet Mycroft, maybe even Sherlock.
I imagine that would be hard for you.
Of course it’s up to you if you wish to tell them, but… if you do reveal you are their sister, then… [clicks tongue, sighs]
…everything we’ve worked for together… all of that will be placed in jeopardy.
I would never betray you, Father.
Never.
[metal clattering]
[workers speaking Turkish]
[Silas] Professor Malik.
[Malik] Mr Holmes.
[dramatic music plays]
Afshin.
And there he is.
Shall we go and have a gander?
That’s all well and good, James, but how do we get in?
Suggestions in a hat, if you please.
Wait.
[music continues]
The map in Silas’s study.
The outline of these mountains. They match.
I thought you said that map was useless. It didn’t even have north marked on it.
Oh, it’s not a map.
It’s a cross-sectional plan.
[James] Those weren’t roads, they were tunnels.
[Sherlock] And those tunnels are beneath our feet.
There’s a second entrance.
[whistles]
[groans]
Impressive.
Thank you.
There’s Malik.
I’m going after him.
[Emine] Wait, wait.
I’ll go with them.
Take care.
[tense music plays]
[groans]
Please.
In my village, when someone is murdered, we believe their souls are trapped in lià nyù.
An abyss.
I am a humble scientist.
I seek truth.
Until their deaths are avenged when they shall be set free.
No. [groans]
[grunts]
[in Mandarin] And so I set my parents free.
[Malik gurgling]
[dramatic music plays]
[in English] We bury this place.
[workers speaking Turkish in distance]
[pen scratching]
[Sherlock] Hello, Beatrice.
Of course you found me.
You are a Holmes after all.
[Sherlock scoffs]
I always wondered whether you’d take after me.
Given the fact I am your elder, I think you’ll find it’s you taking after me.
[scoffs]
[Cordelia] Bea.
[sighing]
Just listen. Listen to me, darling.
I… I-I don’t know where to begin.
All the time that I was locked in the asylum, all those years, the one thing that kept me going was my memories with you.
[sighs]
D-Do you remember the magpie?
The magpie wi-with the broken wing?
That we found in the forest.
You wanted to save it.
And so, we put it in a box in the potting shed, and we would visit it every day and feed it.
[exhales]
Until one day we went, and…
[sniffles]
…it had flown away.
It had survived.
[breathes shakily]
And here you are…
You survived.
[sighs]
You have survived.
[sniffles]
I remember.
You do?
I remember the magpie. I…
[breathes shakily]
[melancholy music plays]
[distorted] You’ll look nice.
[chuckles]
I believe you.
I believe you.
Oh, my love.
Thank you.
Will you come with us? Please, darling, will you leave with us?
I will, but there’s something I need to do first.
Lead the way.
We’ll follow you.
[dramatic music plays]
[Shou’an] This will do.
This is enough to bring down the mountain.
[grunts]
James, what are you doing?
I’ll be right with you.
Father.
[Silas] Yes, Beatrice?
Look what I found.
[Cordelia] Beatrice.
Seems you’ve picked up some strays.
Sherlock.
Finding this place.
Your greatest trick.
[Cordelia gasps]
[hammer cocks]
[scoffs] What are you doing?
I heard him, Sherlock. In the garden.
Be my right hand. Be my successor. Be my heir.
He promised me the same thing.
Beatrice, no.
I gave you everything.
I don’t want it, Beatrice, all right?
I don’t want to be his heir.
Beatrice.
[breathing shakily]
I’d never betray you.
[gunshot]
[gasps]
Light it up.
[Shou’an] James, now, move!
[all coughing]
[Cordelia] Are you all right?
[Mycroft] Where did he go?
Where is he?
Where is he?
[Beatrice] We need to leave. Now.
This way.
[coughing]
[all coughing]
[groans]
[grunts]
Sherlock!
[Silas] Hyah!
[gunshot]
[Silas] Hyah!
[gunshot]
[horse whinnies]
[tense music plays]
Must I really come and find you?
[hammer cocks]
[gasps]
It’s all right. She’s here for the same reason you are.
[breathing shakily]
Is there anything you need to say?
No.
Sherlock, are you gonna stand there and watch them shoot a defenceless man?
Is that who you are? Hmm?
Sherlock.
Not in cold blood.
You made a promise.
He answers for his crimes, and he faces justice.
You don’t get to decide that, Sherlock. Get out the way.
[Sherlock] I’m not moving, Beatrice.
If I have no compunction shooting my own father, you think I won’t shoot you too?
[Silas breathing shakily]
I’m not moving.
What are you doing? No, no, no, stop this! Get off me!
Stop it! Let go of me! Let go!
I always knew you loved me, my boy.
No, don’t. Don’t.
[gasps]
[dramatic music plays]
[breathing shakily]
[gasps]
[fire crackling]
All that remains.
[Mycroft] At what point do you think he took the wrong turn?
Went down the mistaken path?
Well, as far as he saw it, he didn’t.
Everything was intentional. Everything by design.
He was… [inhales] …unrepentant.
Lived by a different code.
You’re defending him?
I’m not defending him, Mycroft.
I’m trying to understand him.
Trying to understand his… criminal mind.
Sherlock?
[Sherlock] It’s like a honeycomb.
Apis mellifera.
The humble honeybee.
[Mycroft] Please, stop.
He wanted me to have this. Why?
We are not above nature.
We are not above nature.
He said those words to me.
Sherlock?
He was leaving me a trail.
Enough, Sherlock. I-I really must insist.
Everything by design.
[sighs]
Not a word out of place.
Survival of the fittest.
The most radical, original thought of them all. We are not above nature.
Sherlock! Enough. You’re making no sense.
Original.
Darwin.
We are not above nature.
Everything by design.
[Mycroft] Put it back.
Why?
Please.
Close the book, Sherlock.
It-It’s over.
[Mycroft exhales sharply]
Thank you, brother dear.
[people chattering]
You know, I’ve never been particularly fond of royalty.
[chuckles]
But…
I must admit, you’re my favourite princess.
Thank you, Sherlock Holmes.
I do hope you find a way to put that beautiful mind of yours to good use.
Perfect match.
Hello, you.
Hello.
You look tired.
Hmm.
I didn’t get much sleep last night.
Oh, it’s my fault, is it?
Not complaining.
[chuckles]
I have something to show you.
Intrigued.
I think we’d work well together.
You and me.
Were you followed?
No, I was careful.
[James] Okay. Sherlock’s here.
Don’t turn around.
Out the back.
See you tonight.
[Beatrice] Yes.
Thought I’d find you here.
[James] Hmm, you thought right.
Needed to get away from the family.
Oh. They’ll fuck you up.
Especially yours.
Especially mine.
[laughs]
Uh, two whiskies, please.
[waiter] Very good, sir.
Do you regret losing your scholarship at Oxford?
Do I regret meeting you, this porter with the wastepaper basket?
[Sherlock] Scout.
Never made it to the gilded heights of a porter.
You know, had you not let me astray…
I led you astray?
…I would’ve undoubtedly graduated top of my class.
Undoubtedly.
And gone on to have a stellar career in government.
Unstoppable, I would have said.
Probably would’ve ended up as Foreign Secretary.
Don’t put the blinkers on your ambition, James.
I would have said Prime Minister at the very least.
Yes, I could be the master puppeteer, pulling all the strings, huh?
[chuckles]
Well, if you insist.
[clears throat]
No.
I have no regrets.
[tense music plays]
In fact…
I feel as though I should thank you, Sherlock Holmes, for saving me from a life of sheer boredom.
Well, to that I would say you are most welcome.
What?
[sighs]
I know you have it, James.
Don’t be going all cryptic on me now.
The remainder to Malik’s equation.
I know you have it.
[gulps, inhales sharply]
You’re right.
Of course you’re right.
Yes, you know I took it, and you know why I took it.
I took it for us.
If that weapon ever rises out of the ashes, then we have the means to defeat it together.
You and I.
What? You don’t believe me?
Ah, Sherlock. After everything that we have been through, surely by now… you know me.
[mysterious music plays]
[Sherlock inhales sharply]
What’s that?
Nothing.
Nothing?
It’s nothing.
[chuckles]
[“Man on A Mission” playing]
♪ Sundown, calling your name ♪
♪ Heading uptown, switching up lanes ♪
♪ Bright lights Watching them shine into the night ♪
♪ I can’t think about Anything but your affection ♪
♪ Hold up, wait up ♪
[music stops]
[wind whistling]
[eagle shrieking]
[people speaking Mandarin]
[sheep bleats]
[speaking Mandarin continues]
Liu Mei Yi.
[both chuckling]
[in Mandarin] Did you get them?
I got them, I got them all.
[chuckles]
You did it.
[grunts]
[Mei Yi giggling]
[Shou’an] You made it home.
You made it home alive.
[exhales sharply]
[“Man on A Mission” playing]
[in English] ♪ Hold up, wait up ♪
♪ Pull up, stop for a minute ♪
♪ I got one shot, black top ♪
♪ Man on a mission ♪
♪ Girl, I’m bringing it all to you ♪
♪ Now won’t you tell me What will you do? ♪
♪ Man on a mission ♪
♪ Man on a mission ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Man on a mission ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Man on a mission ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Man on a mission ♪
[music stops]
