Sherlock Holmes

Head cocked to the left...

...partial deafness in ear.

First point of attack.

Two, throat. Paralyze vocal cords. Stop screaming.

Three, got to be heavy drinker. Floating rib to the liver.

Four, finally, dragging left leg. Fist to patella.

Summary of prognosis, conscious in 90 seconds.

Martial efficacy, quarter of an hour.

Full faculty recovery, unlikely.

I like the hat.

I just picked it up.

Did you remember your revolver?

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's 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.

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

Indeed.

Oh, I'd leave that alone if I were you, boy-o.

Good lad.

Impeccable timing, Lestrade.

We've one for the doctor...

...and one for the rope.

-Clarkie? -Sir?

This woman needs a hospital immediately.

Put her in the back of the Moriah.

Right, lads. That's it.

Right. Pick him up, lads. Yes, sir.

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 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.

Gentlemen.

Cheese.

Blackwood hangs tomorrow. Read all about it.

156 over 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 there'll be a woman's touch too.

-Well, that's marvelous. -Indeed.

Good God.

-That was gunfire. -No.

No, no. Hammer and nail, wasn't it?

My colleague's probably just putting up a painting.

I'll-- I'll go and check.

-Your colleague-- -Yes?

Won't be moving with you, will he?

No, he won't.

Mrs. Hudson.

I won't go in, not while he's got a gun in his hand.

You don't have to. Give me the paper.

What'll 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. It's not right, you know, not in a domestic environment.

Thank you, Captain Philips. Perhaps a nice 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 am 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 three months...

...since your last case.

Yes, yes. 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 at 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 scullery maid.

Is it November?

Yes, Holmes. All right.

Lady Radford reports...

Oh, her emerald bracelet has disappeared.

Insurance swindle. Lord Radford likes fast women and slow ponies.

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

Yes.

It was our last case together and I wanted to see it through to the end.

A Mr. Lewis is seeking...

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.

He's killed the dog. Again.

What have you done to Gladstone now?

I was simply testing a new anesthetic.

He doesn't mind.

Holmes, as your doctor...

-He'll be as right 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.

-You're free this evening? -Absolutely.

-Dinner? The Royale? -Wonderful. 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.

A man? Outside my house?

Straighten your tie.

Holmes. -Mm.

You're early.

Fashionably.

Miss Mary Morstan.

My goodness. What a pleasure.

I don't know why it's taken him so long to introduce us properly.

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.

-Wilkie Collins, Poe. -It's true.

It can seem a little far-fetched though sometimes...

...making 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? A rare African snakewood...

...hiding a blade of high-tensile steel.

A few were awarded 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 men.

Now, I check his pockets.

Ah. A stub from a boxing match. Now I can infer that he's a bit of a gambler.

I'd keep an eye on that dowry.

-Those days are behind me. -Right behind you.

He'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-- -I don't know that--

-Not at dinner. -Some other 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...

...is a boy of 8.

-Charlie's 7, actually. Charlie, huh?

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, in fact.

India blue's nearly impossible to wash off.

A very impetuous act by the boy.

But you're too experienced to react rashly...

...which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that.

Oriental pearls, diamonds, a flawless ruby. Hardly the gems of a governess.

The jewels you are not wearing tell us more.

-Holmes. -You were engaged.

The ring is gone, but the lighter skin suggests...

...that you spent some time abroad wearing it proudly...

...until you were informed of its true, modest worth.

You broke off the engagement...

...and returned to England for better prospects.

A doctor, perhaps.

Right on all counts, Mr. Holmes, apart from one.

I didn't leave him.

He died.

Well done, old boy.

-Fight. Fight. -Get him.

McMURDO: Get up and fight.