Sherlock Holmes Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Sherlock Holmes Script


Head cocked to the left. 

Partial deafness in ear. 

First point of attack. 

Two. Throat. Paralyse
vocal cords. Stop screaming. 

Three. Got to be heavy drinker. 
Floating rib to the liver.

Four. Finally, drag the 
left leg. Fist the patella.

Summary prognosis: 
Conscious in 90 seconds

Martial efficacy: quarter 
of an hour at best.

Full faculty of recovery, unlikely.

- I like the hat. 
- I just picked it up. 

You remember your revolver? 

Oh, knew I'd forgotten something. 

- I thought I'd left the stove on. 
- You did. 

I think that's quite enough. 

You're a doctor, after all. 

Always nice to see you, 

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! 


How did you see that? 

Because I was looking for it. 

Lord Blackwood! 

You seem surprised. 

I'd say that the girl deserves 
our attention more than he. 


Oh, I'd leave that alone
if I were you, boyo. 

Good lad. 

Impeccable timing, 

We've one for the doctor, 
and one for the rope. 

- Clarky? 
- Sir. 

This woman needs 
a hospital immediately. 

- Put her in the back of the maria. 
- Right lads, that's it. 

Come on.

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 
clearing up a corpse.

and chasing a rumor. 

Besides, the girl's 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. 





156 over 80. 

Very good. 

Me nerves are the best they've been
in years, thanks to you.

Oh, tell me something: 

Your new premises...
when you moving in? 

I should be in
within the week. 

Cavendish Place. 

And there will be a 
women's touch too. 

- Oh, well that's marvellous.
- Indeed. 

Good god! 

- That was gunfire! 
- No, no, no, no. 

Hammer on nail, wasn't it? 

My colleagues, probably just... 
putting up a painting. 

I'll go and check. 

- Your colleague? 
- Yes 

He wont be moving 
with you, will he? 

No, he wont. 

Mrs. Hudson... 

I wont go in there by myself. 
Not while he's got a gun in his hand!

You don't need to go in there
at all. Give me the paper. 

What will I do when 
you leave, Doctor? 

He'll have the whole house down! 

He just needs 
another case, that's all. 

Couldn't you have 
a longer engagement? 

I smell gunpowder. This is not right you know!
Not in a domestic environment. 

Thank you, Captain Phillip. 

Perhaps a nice 
cup of tea... 

Same time next week. 

Come on, Captain. 
It's quieter downstairs. 

Mrs. Hudson?  Bring 
something to cheer him up. 

Permission to enter the armoury.


Watson, I am in the process 
of inventing a device 

that suppresses the 
sound of a gunshot. 

It's not working. 

- Oh. 
- Can I see that? 

You know it's been three 
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 is in a terrible condition,
give me problems, give me work. 

The sooner the better. 

- Paper. 
- Thank you. 

Let's see then. 
There's a letter here, 


Mrs. Ramsay, of Queenspark. 

Her husband's disappeared. 

He's in Belgium, with the scullery maid. 

Is it November? 

Yes, Holmes. 

Lady Rathford reports... 

her emerald bracelet 
has disappeared. 

An insurance swindle. 

Lord Rathford likes fast 
women and slow ponies. 

I see you're the attending 
physician, at Blackwood's hanging.


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

- and 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 it's proper place. 

As per usual, "Nanny". 

Oh, his killed the dog... again. 

What have you done 
to, Gladstone now? 

I was simply testing 
a new anaesthetic. 

He doesn't mind. 


as your doctor... 

He'll be straight as 
a trivet in no time.

As your friend... 

You've been in this room for two 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 Royal? 
- My favourite. 

Mary's coming. 

- Not available.
- You're meeting her, Holmes! 

Have you proposed yet? 

No, I haven't found the right ring. 

Well, then it's not official. 

It's happening, whether 
you like it or not.

8:30, the Royal. 

- Where a jacket. 
- You wear a jacket. 

- Holmes! 
- Hmm.

You're early. 


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. 

It can seem a little

far fetched though, at times. Making these 
grand assumptions out of 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. 

See his walking stick over 
there? African snake wood.

Hiding a blade of 
high tensile steel. 

Few were rewarded to the 
veterans of the Afghan war, 

so I can assume, he's 
a decorated soldier. 

Strong, brave, born 
to be an adventurer. 

and neat, like 
all military men.

Now, I check his pockets. 

Ah, a stamp from a boxing match. 

Now, I can infer 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. 

It's cost us the rent, 
more than once. 

Well with all due respect, Mr. Holmes, 
You know John very well. 

What about a complete stranger? 

What can you tell about me? 

- You? 
- I don't think that's... 

- I don't know that, that's... 
- Not at dinner. 

- Perhaps another time. 
- I insist. 

- You insist? 
- You remember we discussed this. 

The lady insists 

- You're a governess. 
- Well done. 

Yes, well done. Shall we... Waiter! 

Your student... 
It's a boy of eight.

Charlie is seven, actually. 

And he's tall for his age. 
He flicked you with ink today. 

- Is there ink on my face? 
- There is nothing wrong with your face. 

There are two drops 
on your ear in fact. 

India blue is nearly
impossible to wash off. 

Anyway, very
impetuous act of that boy, 

but you're too experienced 
to react rashly, which is why

the lady for whom you work 
lent you that necklace.

Pearls, diamonds, flawless rubies. 

Hardly the gems of a governess .

However, the jewels you 
are not wearing, tell us rather more.

- Holmes! 
- You were engaged. 

The ring has gone, but the lightness of
the skin where it once sat suggests

that you spent some time 
abroad, wearing it proudly

that is, until you were informed
of its true and rather modest worth

and then you broke of the engagement 
and returned to, England 

for better prospects. 
A doctor perhaps? 

You're right on all counts
Mr. Holmes, apart from one. 

I didn't leave him. 

He died. 

Well done, old boy. 

Get up and fight! 

Come on! 

Come on! 

That's it, big man... We're done. 

You won. Congratulations. 

Oi, we ain't done yet. 

This mustn't register
on an emotional level. 

First, distract target. 

Then block his blind jab. 

Counter with cross 
to the left cheek. 


Dazed, he'll attempt a wild 
hay maker. employ the elbow block. 

And body shot. 

block thorough left. 

weaken right jaw. 

Now fracture. 

Break cracked ribs. 

Traumatize, solar plexus. 

Dislocate jaw entirely. 

Heel kick to diaphragm. 

In summary:

jaw fractured, three 
ribs cracked four broken,

diaphragm haemorrhaging. 

Physical recovery: 6 weeks. 

Full psychological 
recovery: 6 months.

Capacity to spit at back of head...


Where did that come from? 

What the hell's going on here, Charley? 

Lord Blackwood's put him 
on 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! 

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 monumental discovery

Now if I play, chromatic scale

there's no measurable response. 

You do know, what you're 
drinking is meant for eye surgery. 

But... now, 

and this is remarkable 

if I change to 
atonal clusters.


They fly in counter-clockwise, 

synchronized concentric circles. 

As though a regimented flock.

Watson this is exceptional. 

I, using musical theory, 
have created order out from chaos. 

How did you lure them in? 

Excellent question. 

Individually, I've been 
at it for six 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 a Bascule's
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 chequebook, 

locked safely away in my draw. 

Did you know the opera house 
is featuring "Don Giovanni"? 

I could easily procure 
a couple of tickets 

If you had any cultural 
inclinations this evening.

You have a grand gift of silence, 

Watson, it makes you quite
invaluable as a companion.

I knew she'd been engaged. 

She 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 certainly seems to have got
the crowd into something of a fear frenzy.

I'm sure it will disperse once 
his feet have stopped twitching. 

Care to come along? 

No, you're on your own, old cock.

I have no business with him 
whilst he's alive. 

Suit yourself, "mother hen". 

It seems you still have 
lots of rooms to let. 

We had to move the prisoners, sir.

Otherwise we're gonna 
have a riot on our hands.

He has a peculiar effect on the inmates.

As though, he can 
get inside their heads. 

I'm sure I can find my own way 
if you have other duties to perform. 

Much obliged, sir. 
Thank you. 

And I stood upon the sand of the sea, 
and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, 

having seven heads and ten horns, 
and upon his horns ten crowns,

and upon his heads 
the name of blasphemy,

and they worshipped the dragon 
which gave power unto the beast

they worshipped 
the beast saying, 

Who is like the beast? 

the beast which I just saw
had the body of a leopard, 

but had feet of a bear and the 
mouth was the mouth of a lion.

The dragon gave his power unto the 
beast, and his seat and great authority. 

I love what you've 
done with the place. 

So glad you can accept my invitation. 

I just have a small point of concern. 

How can I help? 

I've already followed the 
murders with some interest.

and although my heart went out primarily 
to the families of the victims 

I couldn't but notice 
a criminal mastery,

in the stroke of your brush. 

You're too kind. 

However, by comparison, 
your work in the crypt 

looks more like a finger painting. 

So now you're curious 
if there's a larger game afoot?

Either that or, um... 

shortly my friend will 
pronounce you dead 

and I thought I might 
keep him company. 

Your mistake is to 
imagine that anything

that is earthly has
led us to this moment. 

Your error of judgement is to assume 
that I'm holding the brush at all.

I'm merely a channel. 

Well my only wish is that 
I could have caught you sooner. 

You see? Five lives 
might have been spared. 

Those lives were a necessity. 


Five otherwise meaningless creatures 
called to serve a greater purpose. 

I wonder if they'll let me and 
Watson dissect your brain. 

After you hang, of course. 

I'd wager, there is some deformity 
that would be scientifically significant.

Then you too, could serve 
a greater purpose. 

Holmes, you must 
widen your gaze. 

I'm concerned, you underestimate 
the gravity of coming events. 

You and I are bound together on a journey 
that would twist the very fabric of nature. 

But beneath your mask of logic 
I sense a fragility... 

That worries me. 

Steel your mind, Holmes. 

I need you. 

I'd say, you've come a long way 
down from a house of Lords. 

- I will rise again. 
- "Bon voyage". 

Pay attention! 

Three more will die and there is nothing 
you can do to save them. 

You must accept that this
is beyond your control. 

by the time you realise 
you made all of this possible 

it will be the last sane 
thought in your head. 

What did he want? 

I'm not sure. 

But I don't think you're needed 
father. Not for this one. 

Lord Henry Blackwood, 
you are sentenced to death 

for the practice of black magic 

the unholy murder of
five innocent young women

and an 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, 

but much prefer to 
travel in the winter. 

Here, I bought you these. 
All the way from Syria. 

I found these exquisite 
dates in Jordan.

and your favorite... 

olives from the Cyclades. 

I 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 Velásquez 
portrait from the King of Spain. 

Missing naval documents lead to
resignation of Bulgarian prime minister

scandalous affair
ends engagement of...

perhaps to both
Romanov princess.

I'm simply studying your methods. 

Should the authorities ask me 
to hunt you down. 

But I don't see my name 
in any of these articles. 

But your signature was clear. 

Is that the Maharajah's missing diamond?

Or just another souvenir? 

Let's not dwell
on the past. 

Shall we? 

Now, by the looks of things, 
I'd say you were between jobs.

And you 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 inside. 

Who are you working for? 

So I'll have to find 
out the hard way. 

Keep your money, 
I didn't say I'll take the case. 

Well, consider it a 
wager that you will. 

You remember the Grand? 

They gave me our old room. 

Hold the door. 
Thank's, doctor. 


- He'll do it. 
- Well done, Miss Adler. 

That's precisely why 
I hired you. 

I wager, he'll have our man 
in the next 24 hours. 

He'd better. 

Reordan is the key to what 
Blackwood was doing. 

He's essential to my plan. 

Damn! What are you doing? 
Can't you see where you're going? 

Get off out of it!

A little ride, I've come along way, sir. 

Rubbing these calluses off this...

God save the queen! 

God save the Queen, sir. 

Get off out of it! 

Look at you? 

Why is the only woman 
you've ever cared about

a world class criminal? 

Are you a masochist? 

Allow me to explain... 

Allow me! 

She's the only adversary, 
who ever out smarted you. Twice.

Made a proper idiot out of you. 

Right, you've had your fun. 

- What she after, anyway? 
- It's time to press on. 

What could she possibly need? 

It doesn't matter. 

An alibi, a beard. A human canoe.

She can sit on your back 
and paddle you up the Thames. 

That's 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 foot 10, red hair, no front teeth. 
Case solved. 

You're obviously not her type. 

She likes gingered dwarfs. 


- So, you agree. 
- No, I don't agree. 

It's more than a technicality, you see. 

You are misrepresenting the 
dimensions of foreshortened peoples.

I've said too much. 
I can tell, I've upset you. 

No, I'm just simply 
stating, that one has... 

What were you doing? 

- Will you allow me to explain? 
- I wish you would. 

- Holmes? What are you doing? 
- Nothing. 

- Are you wearing a false... 
- A false nose? No. 

- Tell me, that, that wasn't 
- Was... 

Holmes! Where are you going? 


Help! Watson! 

Got some flowers for you, sweetheart. 

Cut you a deal, cos you're so pretty. 

Oh, my lucky day! 

Hello gorgeous, you 
got something for me.

Don't move! 

Now, what have we got here? 

Thank you. 

That's the Irene I know. 

This man Intrigues me, Watson, 
His got Adler on the edge. 

And she's no mean feet. 

She's intimidated,
she's scared of him. 

Yet she work's for him. 


It is nothing to do with me, but I 
advise you to leave the case alone. 

I may not always 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. 

- Mr. Holmes! 
- Clarky! 

Sorry. Inspector Lestrade asks
you come with me at once. 

What's he done now,
lost his way to Scotland Yard? 

Watson drop a compass, he means us. 

No, you means you. 

It's Lord Blackwood, 
sir. He... 

Well... it appears he's come 
back from the grave, sir. 

- Most engaging. 
- Very clever. 

I pronounced the man dead myself. 

What are the facts? 

Ground keeper, 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.
- Well that's what we're trying to avoid, sir. 



- What's the major concern? 
- Panic. Sheer bloody panic, sir. 


You're not taking this seriously, Holmes? 

Yes, as you should.

It's a matter of
professional integrity. 

No girl wants to
marry a doctor 

who can't tell If 
a man's dead or not. 

Who do you think 
won the match, Clarky? 

- Sir? 
- The rugby match. 

Your boys have done a magnificent
job of obliterating any potential evidence.

Yes, but at least they 
never miss an opportunity... 

to miss an opportunity. 

You took your time, Holmes. 

And on the third day...

These slabs are sand stone, they 
half a ton each if they're a pound,

and they were smashed 
open from the inside . 

Lestrade. What of the coffin? 

We are in the process of 
bringing it up now. 

I see... 

Hmm... Right. 

At what stage of the process? 

And how is our witness? 

He's over there. 

And apparently he's got ca... 
cat... cata... 

Catatonic, sir. 

- He's not feeling very well. 
- Yes 

If you lot don't stop behaving like a bunch 
of quivering milk maids, you're on double time. 

Now you get down there, and 
you bring that coffin up, now! 

Good day, sir! 

It's alright. 

I'm a doctor. 

The man's in shock. 

- He may need a few moments
- The witness states that

he saw, lord Blackwood, 
rise from the grave. 

- Well? 
- Well? 

You pronounced him dead. 

He had no pulse. 

Good lord. 

That's not Blackwood. 

Well, now we have a 
firm grasp, of the obvious. 

Time of death? 

Diptera is approximately...

2/3 of an inch 

which would put the time of death
at between 10 and 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. 

Well... Umm...

Right, put the lid on 
and clean this lot up.

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. 

No. Agreed.

But, it is a huge mistake to 
theorize before one has data.

Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to 
suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts

That said I believe

our midget is the key to this. 

Right. Scratches around the
keyhole where the watch is wound.

What does that tell you? 

The man was likely a drunk. 

Every time he wound the watch, 
his hand slipped, hence the scratches.

Very good, Watson. 

You have developed considerable
deductive powers of your own.

Let's see now. There are several 
sets of initials.

- Pawn brokers 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. 

Really? I think not. 

The time. 

I have to get back, Holmes. 

Taking tea with the in-laws.. 

- Can I predict 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 hella Gypsy women. 

Even if it's to do with Mary. 

I see two men. 

Brothers. Not in 
blood, but in boned. 

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... 


Lace doilies... Holmes. 


- Does your depravity know, no bounds? 
- No.

Oh she turns fat and has a beard... 

And what of the warts? 

- Oh She's covered in warts... 
- Enough, enough. 

- Are they extensive? 
- Please, enough! 

It's the most apt prediction, 
Flora's made in years. 

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! 



Oh I see. 

Thank you. 

Well you've got your ring, and I've got 
the address for the 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 her 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 felt 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. 



It looks like he was 
attempting to combine 

some kind of sorcery 
and scientific formula. 

More importantly... 

let's see what he was 
trying to dispose of.

Potassium and magnesium. 

Sultafitic acid. 

Try to take the ion out of the ink
As long as it's not too burnt.


Hydrated rhododendron. 

Look at the crest. 

Reordan was working with, Blackwood. 

Of course he was. 

Question is, to what end. 

Whatever he was working 
on, he clearly succeeded. 

How so? 

Otherwise, he'd still alive. 

Which is why Miss Adler is
so desperate to find him. 


There's one odour I can't 
quite put my finger on. 

Is it candy floss?

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, Dredger! 

Is there a problem?


or potatoes? 

My 10 minutes are up. 



You alright? 




What is that? 

















What have you done? 

I haven't slept all night. 

Not a whink. 

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-defence. 

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 be 
continually led into situations 

where you deliberately, 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

ever complain about you practising 
the violin at three in the morning.

or your mess, 
your general lack of hygiene 

or the fact that you 
steal all my clothes. 

We have a barter system. 

When do I complain about
you setting fire to my room? 

- 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. 

Beautiful grounds... There's a falling.

- We could throw a lamb on the spit... 
- We?

Holmes, if I were to go to the country 
it would be with my future wife. 

Well certainly, if you must... 

No not you, Mary and I. 

- You are not... 
- What? Invited? 

Why would I be not invited to my 
own brothers country home, Watson? 

- Now you are not making any sense! 
- You're not human! 

- John Watson? 
- Yes.

Your bail has been posted. 


Just Watson. 

I hope you get bail by breakfast, 
because the 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. 

You know, In another life, you'd 
have made an excellent criminal. 

Yes, sir and you an 
excellent policemen.

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 
inconvenience 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 the certain French 
glaze on their loaves a Brittany sage.

after that the carriage 
fork left and right

until a tell-tale bump 
at 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, Northwest corner 
of St. James square I think.

That's 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. 

I'm Ambassador Standish of America
and Lord Coward, the 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 have steered the 
world for the greater good for centuries.


There 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 more 
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 identical outer ears or pinner, which 
are only past 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 conceived 
during one of our rituals. 

His mother wasn't my wife. 

But she shared our beliefs. 
She was a powerful 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 using
them to enhance his powers.

No one could prove anything 
of course, but we all 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. 

The 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 
assistance that we can.

As home secretary, I have a 
considerable influence over the police.

- Oh, yes 
- So... 

Name your price? 

Well, of great benefit to being a consulting 
detective is that 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's dead... 

how long do you expect to survive? 

Food for thought. 

Well perhaps you'll have 
better luck opening that.

Margaux. 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. 

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 apparel. 

I've never known a professor to carry a 
gun, and on such a clever contraption. 

Eye patch. Nice touch... 

So... case closed. 

Which makes this a social visit. 

No. It's you're in over 
your head Irene, visit. 

Who ever killed, Reardon 
was covering their tracks, 

which makes you the next 
loose end 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. 


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? 

Madam, I need you to remain calm,

and trust me, I'm a professional. 
Beneath this pillow 

lies the key to my release. 

Of course, she misinterpreted 
my intention entirely. 

- Naturally sir. 
- That's why I find this modern religious fellow so troubling. 

There's no latitude 
for misunderstandings. 

It runs right over reason, sir. 

And chambermaids were 
once such a liberal breed. 

My wife's a chambermaid, sir. 

Anyhow, it’s a good thing she was a friend, 
otherwise we may never have found you. 

The inspector's been over at Baker 
Street himself this morning, sir. 

Just joking about the wife, sir. 

We've checked everything. 
There's no sign of a break in

and the butler didn't hear a thing. 

So, body in the bath tub, 
his eyes were wide open 

and the only thing missing was... 

His ring, sir. 

Why did you drain the water?

Out of common decency. 

Crime is common. 
Logic, is rare. 

The decent thing to do is to catch the killer, 
not provide conflict for the cause. 

What is that? 

Jasmine bath salt, sir. 

Super. Probably comes 
from a larger container. 

It would either be in the pantry. 

High up where it's warm and dry. 
Or in a linen cupboard with a vent. 

Oh and constable, you could 
do worse than to check the 

ground under the rear window for 
any signs of footprints not your own

data, data, data. I can not
make bricks without clay. 


Was it in the cupboard or the pantry. 

It was in the pantry, sir.

I don't know what to make of this.

Excellent work.


What's the meaning of this, Coward? 

Why have you called this meeting? 

Sir Thomas is dead.

I nominate Lord Blackwood 
as head of the Order. 

Have you lost your mind? 

You know damn well 
what his capable of. 

Of course he does. 

That's why we're here. 

That's why, we're all here. 

My powers and my assets were 
given to me for one purpose. 

Magnificent, but a simple purpose. 

To create a new future. 

A future ruled... by us. 

Tomorrow at noon, we take the first step 
towards a new chapter in our history. 

Magic will lead the way. 

Once the people of England 
see our new found power

they'll bow down in fear. 

Across the Atlantic, lies a 
colony that was once ours. 

It will be again. 

The civil war has 
made them weak. 

Their government is as corrupt 
and as ineffective as ours. 

So we'll take it back. 

We will remake the world. 

Create the future. 

These men are with me, 

But... are you? 

No, sir. I am not. 

These powers that 
you're playing with... 

no man, can control. 

Well gentlemen... Someone 
has to stop them

even if you won't. 

I wouldn't do that if I were you. 

Gentlemen... don't be afraid. 

As you can see, 
we are protected. 

Come... drink your allegiance here. 

You control the 
police, now use them. 

I didn't know you were here. 

Since this room is no longer yours, 
do you mind if I utilise it? 

Be my guest. 

- In here chaps. 
- Where shall we put him, sir? 

Any where's fine. 

Who is he? 

His the man who tried to kill 
you at Reardon's lodgings. 

I suppose his neck didn't survive the 
impact of Dredger landing on him. 

Yes... Thanks for that by the way. 

But there is still some consolation in the knowledge 
that he can still be of service to his fellow man. 

Elbow is long stained with blood. 

But it's older than his own injuries. 

I don't know if it's human. 
It's not a butcher. Let me see...

Yellow Flame. Green bursts. 

An industrial worker. 

Coal. River silt. 

And the stains on his trousers, 
should put him squarely in... 

Nine Elms. 

Sorry what? 

The area you're looking 
for is, Nine Elms. 

Do you remember where I put the 
Lord's registrar of members interests? 

It's on the step ladder. 

Blackwood has had his hand in almost
everything that is corrosive to the spirit.

Woolidge Arsenal. 

Lime house Chemical Works. 

Probably be a factory
by the river. 

What's that? 

Never mind. 

You don't know where 
my rugby ball went do you? 

No, not a clue.

Queen side slaughterhouse 

Nine Elms. 

A factory by the river. 

Well done, Watson. That should 
lead us right to Blackwood. 

Dead or Alive. 

Not us. 



Just a figure of speech, old boy. 

He's left it there on purpose. 

More coal doctor.

That's a good one.

Glad to see you two 
are working hard then. 

And I thought you were 
trying to be discrete. 

You would not last 
one day in the navy. 

Holmes, are you 
sure that there is no 

alternative means of 
water transportation, than that.

I guarantee you nobody knows 
London's waterways better. 

Tanners practically a fish himself.

At least he certainly drinks like one. 

Oh you've found a
sense of humour, doctor. 

If only just a sense. 

I better take over. 
A bit tricky down here. 

Come on... 

- Look familiar? 
- Yep.

All that's missing is a ginger midget. 

They cleared something away from here. 

Not minutes ago. 

Like what? 

I'm not sure. Something mechanical. 

Holmes, look at this. 

- 1:18 
- Chapter and verse. 

Revelations. 1:18. I am he 
that giveth, and was dead.

And behold of the life for ever more. 

I warned you, Holmes to accept 

that this was beyond your control. 

beyond what your rational 
mind could comprehend

What a busy afterlife 
that you are having.

I want you to bear witness. 

Tomorrow, at midday, the 
world as you know it, will end.

Show me your face and it will 
be the end of your world right now. 

Save the bullets, Watson. 

A gift for you. 

What was that about saving bullets? 

She followed you here, Holmes. 

You led your lamb to slaughter. 


This game was designed to hurt. 


It's warm in here, Watson! 

In over your head yet, darling? 

- Hold on there! 
- I can't. 

Let me take your weight. 

Give us a leg up, old boy.

These German locks always 
give me trouble. 

It's a band saw.

No matter. We have plenty of time. 


- It's not working. 
- Keep calm.

Holmes! Hurry up. 

Hope you're not getting excited... 

Turn of that valve. 

And we bounce in... Three


Thank you. 

I'm gonna get after, Blackwood. 

Thank you. 

We should go help the doctor.


Lord. Coward has issued 
a warrant for your arrest. 

Watson's alive. 
Just get out of here, sir. Go. 

Will the train be departing on time? 

The trains been delayed, madam. 

Shouldn't be long now though. 

The train will depart 
when I tell it too.

And you will leave my 
employment, when I allow you too.

I fulfilled my contract. 

I found Reorden. 

He's in Scotland Yard's mortuary. 

So that's me finished. 

Your job was to manipulate, 
Holmes' feelings for you. 

Not succumb to them.

You have fulfilled nothing.

I want what, Reardon 
was making for Blackwood.

finish the job, or the next dead 
body will be Sherlock Holmes.

The surgeon should 
be along shortly. 

He should be 
able to rest now. 

Excuse me. 

Is that the best you can do? 

Yes for now. 

I must attend to 
my other patients. 




I know that you care 
for him as much as I do. 

This is not your responsibility,
It was his choice. 

He'd say it was worth the wounds. 

Solve this. 

Whatever it takes. 

It's Lord Blackwood, sir. 

I've never been in over my head.

It's nothing to do with me, but I'd 
advise you to leave the case alone.

You're not taking this 
seriously are you, Holmes.

I told you to accept, this 
was beyond your control 

Tomorrow at mid-day, the world will end.


You and I are bound together on a journey 
that will twist the very fabric of nature.

Steel your mind, Holmes.

He will raise a force that will 
change the very course of the world.

His power grows. 

This is the source of his power.

I need you.

The secret lies in the book of spells.

Three more will die...

and there's nothing 
you can do to save them.

We know you don't believe in magic.

Reardon was working with Blackwood. 

The only thing missing 
was his ring.

Give up, Holmes.

This is a riddle you can not solve.

Good morning. 

Now, you need to work. 

Familiar artwork? 

You look gorgeous. 

Some how, I knew you wouldn't leave. 


You made the front page. 

Only a name, and no picture? 

So it looks like, you'll be needing 
to work outside the law now,

and that's my area of expertise. 

I feel safer already. 

You seem to be making a rapid recovery. 


I took this shrapnel out myself. 

Mary said I had a lousy doctor. 

Well I'm... I'm just so...

very glad that you're 
um... well, with us.

Now that you’re sitting 
comfortably, I shall begin.  

My initial approach 
was far to narrow. 

When Blackwood invited 
me to Pentonville prison 

he suggested I widen my gaze.

and at minimum, I have done just that. 

In fact, I may well have reconciled thousand's 
of years of theological disparity. 

But that's for another time. 

Blackwood's method is based 
on a ritualistic mystical system

that's been employed by the Temple 
of the Four Orders for centuries. 

To fully understand the 
system, to get inside it, 

I re-enacted the ceremony 
we interrupted at the crypt, 

with a few enhancements of my own. 

my journey took me some what 
further down the rabbit hole than I intended 

and though I dirtied 
my fluffy white tail

I have emerged, enlightened.

The fraternity who 
decidedly control the empire

who share the belief with the kings,
Pharaohs, and emperors of old

that the Sphinx was a door 
to another dimension. 

A gateway to immeasurable power. 

It's made up of four parts. 

The foot of a lion, the tail of 
an ox, the wings of an eagle 

and the head of a man. 

In Sir Thomas’s secret chamber, 
I found a bone of an ox

the tooth of a lion, the feather 
of an eagle and a hair of a man. 


The points of the stars represent 
the five murdered girls

but the cross is what 
we're now interested in. 

It’s a wildly held belief, that within 
the architecture of the great cities 

are coded references to the system 

Since he rose from the grave,
Blackwood's killed three men.

Each murder was committed at a location that 
has a direct connection with the temple 

therefore the system.

Reardon, the ginger midget. 

represents man. We 
found his body here. 

Sir Thomas... master of the 
temple, wore the ox ring. 

He died here. 

Standish, the ambassador to America
Where the eagle has been the national 

emblem for over a hundred years .

The headquarters of the Temple of the
Four Order is where he died, 

is here. 

Correspondingly, the map will tell 
us the location of Blackwood's final act  

So we have man, the ox,
eagle, only the lion remaining.

Right here. 


Alright you four stay here and 
the rest of you come with me.

Right this way. 

Ladies first. 

Follow these instructions. 

Hello, hello, hello... 

Did the devil turn up? 

Well never mind. 

You've got the next best thing. 

Beg your pardon my lord, 
I know that it’s unorthodox 

But Mr. Holmes here, his been making 
some serious accusations about you

and The Order. 

I see. 

At least this solves the great mystery 
of how you became inspector.

Excuse me, my lord.

But I've been wanting 
to do that for a long time. 

Well inspector, I have five minutes 
before my next engagement.

So why don’t you regale me 
with your stories of conspiracy 

Thank you Lestrade. 

My lord... 

I'm curious, Coward. Did you assist 
Blackwood in all his murders.

or just the one I prevented? 

Very distinctive, those hand 
made shoes of yours. 

But the price of quality is often 
the unique imprint they leave

Nonetheless I confess to being 
completely outmatched.

I could deduce very little 
from my investigation.

Fortunately there’s nothing 
more stimulating than a

case where everything 
goes against you. 

How many members of parliament do 
you intend to murder at noon today.

Man, ox, eagle, lion. The 
lion's parliament isn't it? 

Very clever. 

But it's not murder, 
Mr. Holmes. 

It's mercy. 

We are giving the weak 
masses a strong Shepard.

Don't you see that 
it's for their own...

No. But I don't care 
much what you think. 

I just simply wanted to know the 
location of Blackwood’s final ceremony. 

And now you've given it to me. 

I've told you nothing. 

But your clothes say infinitely more 
than you could ever hope.

The mud smeared on your boots 
from where you’ve been walking. 

A touch of red brick dust on your knee 
from where you’ve been kneeling.

A small bandage on your thumb 
from where you’ve been vowing.

A faint aroma of excrement from 
where you’ve been standing.

You and Blackwood laid the final 
touches to your ceremony in the sewers 

beneath parliament

less than an hour ago. 

Both houses meet today. 

The whole government will be present. 

It's a shame you made an 
enemy out of Blackwood, Holmes.

You would have 
made a valuable ally.

How terrible is wisdom.

when it brings no 
profit to the wise. 

We take power at noon. 

Then isn't anytime to waste then. 

Is there? 

I told you you he'd be coming out the 
top window, soldier boy. 

There isn't any way he'd be 
coming over that terrace.

Technically that isn’t the 
top window, is it sailor boy.

- What is it?
- Well, it's the middle window. 

Anyway, you’d be pleased to know 
that Lestrade performed in his role perfectly.

Actually, I think 
he rather enjoyed it. 

I hope you know what 
you're doing, Holmes. 

Here's the key. 

You got what you 
needed from, Coward? 

Yes, I smoked him out 
with relative ease.

- Tanner? 
- Yes? 

If you would captain, 
take us onto the bridge

Port side. proximately 100 yards beyond that 
you'll find a tunnel, that leads us to the sewers.

Right away, sir.

The end is nigh.

Blackwood’s come back from hell 
and laid a curse upon this land

Behold, Blackwood's magic revealed.

What does it do? 

It's a chemical weapon. 

The first of its kind. 

You deduced that, how? 

From my pocket. 

I snipped this of a rather common 
rat at the slaughterhouse.

Notice the blue discolouration.

The faintest smell of almonds,
tell-tale traces of cyanide.

Now we know what the 
ginger midget was working on.

- It will revolutionise warfare.
- Yes killing a lot of people.

Now, there's 7 minutes until 
noon. What are we going to do? 

We must do this carefully...

She loves an entrance, your muse.

Shoot him! Now please! 

My lords! My lords.

Time has come for any of 
those who believe, to remain.

Behold... Lord Blackwood. 

You seem surprised. 

I have returned from beyond the 
grave to fulfil England’s destiny.

and extend the boundaries 
of this great empire. 

Listen to the rabble outside. 


to the fear. 

I will use that as a
weapon to control them... 

and then the world. 

I've never seen anything 
like it. Look at this. 

It’s specifically designed to 
prevent us from disarming it.

These components appear to be designed 
to receive a signal of some sort.

Electromagnetic waves? 

When triggered, the electrodes 
will send a charge

converting the chemical into gas.

and the gas will travel up that shaft 

and filter through the ventilation 
system that leads directly to parliament. 

Within seconds, of it's administration the most 
powerful men in the world will be choking on death.

Blackwood must have 
some sort of transmitter 

that connects with it remotely. 

Three minutes and ten seconds. 

I will create an empire that 
will endure for a millennia 

Indestructible and eternal. 

Move it! Move it! 

We don't have to actually disarm the device, 
we just have to remove the cylinders. 


Except that they're welded in. What 
we need is a controlled explosion.

We need a container to direct the blast
my clay pipe should service that ambition


I rather wish you 
hadn't done that, Irene. 

On the twelfth chime, I will 
summon the dark powers.

All those of you who are with 
me shall be protected.

All others will perish. 

I need your pipe. 

Nut him! 

A new order... begins now. 

What are you waiting for? 



- Can you manage? 
- Of course I can. 

Relax. I'm a doctor. 

Did you take a wrong turning somewhere? 

We're safe now. 

Interesting assessment. 

Run off. 

I won't be chasing you any more. 

Fare thee well. 

I don't want to run any more. 

I'll tell you everything. 

I wish you would. 


There was never any magic. 

Only conjuring tricks.

The simplest involves 
paying people off. 

Like the prison guard who pretended 
to be possessed outside you cell.

Your reputation and the 
inmates fear did the rest.

Others required more 
elaborate preparations.

It was sandstone slab 
that covered your tomb. 

you had it broken before your burial

then put back together 
using a mild adhesive.

An ancient Egyptian recipe, I believe. 

A mixture of egg and honey, besides 
it'd be washed away by the rain.


Arranging for your father to 
drown in his own bathtub 

required more modern science. 

Very clever of, Reordan 
to find a paralytic

that was activated by the 
combination of copper and water.

and therefore was undetectable 
once the bath water was drained. 

It might have been quite a 
challenge for me,

had he not also tested it on 
some unfortunate amphibian.

The death of Standish 
was a real mystery 

until you used the same 
compound, to blow up the wharf. 

An odourless, tasteless flammable liquid

yet it burned with 
an unusual pink issue. 

Did Standish mistake it for rain 
as he entered the temple. 

All it took was a spark. 

A simple rigged 
bullet in his gun. 


Like all great performers, you saved 
your pièce de résistance for the end. 

A chemical weapon, 
distilled from cyanide.

and refined in the bellies of swine. 

Had it worked, your followers in 
parliament would have watched unharmed

as their colleagues were 
dying around them. 

They didn't know that you'd 
given them the antidote. 

Instead they would have 
believed it was magic.

and that you'd harnessed 
the ultimate power.

and the world would have followed.
Fear, in the most powerful weapon of all.

You'd better hope that it's 
nothing more than superstition, 

as you performed all 
the rituals perfectly. 

The devil's due
a soul, I'd say. 

For god's sake, 
Holmes cut me loose! 

First, the world will see 
you for what you are. 

A fraud. 

Then you'll be hanged,
properly this time. 

It's a long journey 
from here to the rope. 

I've never woken up 
in handcuffs before. 

I have. 


A storm is coming. 

Well... we've still got a moment. 

- Moriarty... 
- What? 

That's his name. 

And he is a professor. 

Everyone has a weak spot. 

And he found mine. 

What was it precisely? 

Please don't underestimate him. 

He's just as brilliant as you are.

and infinitely more devious. 

We'll see about that. 

You'll miss me, Sherlock? 

Sadly... yes. 

- Afternoon, sir. I put the notebook in this one, sir. 
- Thank you. 

What's in these, John? 

- Scribbles. 
- Scribbles? 

- Notes. 
- They're your adventures! 

I'd like to read them. 

Come on, what's wrong? 

I think his finally come 
to terms with you leaving? 

Mary, look at the 
ring his given us. 

Now 5 minutes here, 
and we'll go home. 

Our home. 

Careful on the stairs. 

Don't worry, dear. 

Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's 
far to fond of himself for that. 


Good afternoon. 

I was trying to deduce the manner in 
which Blackwood survived his execution.

Clearing your good 
name, as it were. 

But it had a surprising 
Soporific effect on me, and

I was carried off in 
the arms off, Morpheus 

like a caterpillar in a cocoon. 
Good afternoon, dear. 

Get on with it, Holmes. 

Cleverly concealed in the 
hang-mans knot, was a hook

Oh dear, I think my legs have fallen 
asleep I should probably come down. 

John, shouldn't we 
help him down?

No, no, no, I'd hate to 
cut him off midstream. 

Carry on. 

Well the executioner 
attached it to a harness.

Thus lowering the weight 
contributed around the waist and

the neck to remain intact. 

Oh my lord, I can't feel my cheeks. 

Might we continue 
this at ground level? 

How did you manage it, Holmes? 

I managed it with braces, 
belts and a coat hook. 

Please, Watson, my tongue is going 
and I'll be of no use to you at all.

- Worse things could happen. 
- John. 

None of this, explains
Blackwood's lack of pulse


Now the medical mystery.

We must restore your reputation, Watson. 

There is a toxin refined from the 
nectar of rhododendron ponticum. 

It's quite infamous in the region of Turkey, 
bordering the Black Sea, for it's

ability to induce an 
apparently mortal paralysis.

Enough to mislead a medical mind even as
tenacious and well-trained as your own.

It's known locally as... 

What's wrong with Gladstone? 

Mad honey's disease. 

His demonstrating the very 
effects that I just described.   

He doesn't mind. 

Mary don't worry. 
he's seen far worse. 

Mr. Holmes? 

Doctor, Miss Mary... 

Sorry. Inspector Lestrade asks 
you come with me right away. 

What is it this time, Clarky? 

It’s one of our sergeants, sir. 

He went missing in the sewers the 
day, you stopped Lord Blackwood. 

I’m afraid the sewage workers
found his body just this morning, sir

We believe the sergeant, 
was our first man on the scene... 

Can I help you, officer? 

Shot in the head. 

Was it a small calibre bullet? 


Was there powder 
burns on his eyebrows? 

Indeed, sir. 

Point blank range. 


Professor Moriarty. 

There's a good boy! 

Everything's gonna be fine. 

Where is Blackwood's device now? 

Secret Service have it, sir. 

They've taken over the case. 

I'd wager, there's a piece missing. 

So Moriarty was after 
a piece of the machine.

Not the poison. 

There’s nothing more elusive 
than an obvious fact.

The wire free invention 
was the game all along. 

And Adler was just the diversion. 

He knew I'd chase after her, 

there by leaving the machine accessible. 

The technology of that kind can 
be worth, an untold fortune. 

Imagine being able to control a radio device 
simply by sending a command via radio waves.

It's the future, Watson. 

I've loaded the last 
of your boxes, sir. 

- Well... 
- Well...


Stop him before he 
gets to the front door. 


Case reopened.

Special thanks to SergeiK.