Without A Clue Page #7

(Snoring)

Clever people often do that.

Er, amity.

Rarity.

I've got it!

His real name is Arty Morty.

What the hell am I talking about?

I found a ?5 note floating in the river.

- Lucky you!

- But it's only half-printed.

I suppose it's only worth ?2 10s, then.

Er...

Everyone knows

that the normal ?5 note carries a serial number

which contains five digits.

- Six digits.

- Six digits. This one contains only three.

MRS HUDSON:
What does that mean?

Here, her father's a printer, ain't he?

Maybe he's trying to tell us where he is.

What can these numbers mean?

They could be a measurement, an address.

- An amount. 234 of something.

- A page number.

- Did your father have a favourite book?

- l...

- He did. The Bible.

- Yes.

I have a Bible. It's at my bedside.

WIGGINS:
Is there something on page 234?

MRS HUDSON:
Page numbers vary

from Bible to Bible,

but chapter and verse

is the same in every Bible.

Did your father have

a favourite book of the Bible?

Yes he did

The Book of Psalms.

Psalms, Psalms.

Twenty-third Psalm, verse four.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of...

..the shadow of death.

- Does that mean something?

- Yes

- That means the Orpheum Theatre.

- What?

MRS HUDSON:
What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes,

but I just don't understand.

The Shadow Of Death,

a gripping drama, was the last play

presented at the Orpheum.

It closed after only one night,

but not without garnering some praise.

Harris in The Daily Telegram said,

In an otherwise dismal evening,

Reginald Kincaid provided

some welcome laughs.

Laughs? You said it was a gripping drama.

It's unimportant now, isn't it?

MRS HUDSON:
Are you sure

you know what you're doing?

- Cab.

- Oh dear

The Fleet River runs under that part of town.

The Orpheum Theatre stands right on top of it.

He could be onto something.

There's tunnels and caverns all under there.

Ju...just a moment!

We haven't got a moment, Mrs. Hudson.

Wiggins,

- fetch Scotland Yard.

- Oh, let me, Mr. Holmes.

I'm sure they'll be much more inclined

to listen to me.

Good idea. Wiggins, on the back.

The Orpheum Theatre.

We haven't a moment to lose.

Right you are, guv. Come on. On you go.

You know, I kind of liked you better

when you was a coward.

Shh!

- The stage door's round the back. Go ahead.

- YOU go ahead.

Wiggins, go ahead.

Back!

There you go, gents.

(Humming)

Moriarty.

There you go, my good man.

- Keep the change.

- A fiver!

God bless you, guvnor.

- Think nothing of it. I print my own.

- Print my own?

That's a good one!

Still, we can't afford to waste them.

(Big Ben chimes)

We shall move the barge out at high tide.

I shall miss this place...

..somewhat.

Go around the front, and when the police

get here, tell them what happened.

Right you are, guv.

And er...the best of British luck to you both.

You're going to need it.

And don't move until they get here.

Mrs. Hudson.

Up we go.

Hold on to that.

Slowly. Slowly.

Slowly. Slowly.

Where are we going, Mrs. Hudson?

Where are we going?

Don't kick the...

..bucket.

Hmm.

Let go!

Are you quite serious?

- Mr. Holmes.

- Yes?

Do you do this kind of thing on purpose?

Shh. Listen.

(Clunking)

Nothing, Professor. Probably rats.

Ah, yes. Rats.

I think...

I think it's louder over here.

It might...

Oh, I am so dreadfully sorry.

On the contrary.

I think we're making very good progress.

Shh.

(Cymbal echoes)

There's a hole in the wall.

(Resounding clatter)

(Big Ben chimes)

I'm not staying round here.

Daddy wouldn't buy me

A bow-wow

Bow-wow

(Machinery turning over)

There the ink's not dry yet

More paper over here

Hand over.

You've done a splendid job, Mr. Giles.

(Printing press stops)

The Queen herself

could hardly tell the difference.

However...

..this one seems

to have been only half-printed.

It was found on the bank of the river.

I've got a pussycat

And I'm very fond of that

A reject.

It must have slipped away.

- And the tide carried it out?

- Hm, the tide, that's all.

Suppose we have a look at this reject

Shall we?

Oh, yes, clever.

How many of these rejects

accidentally slipped away?

Er well I

No matter. Shame that the only person capable

of deducing your clue is currently lying

at the bottom of the Thames.

What are you doing here?

I told you to keep an eye on that imbecile

He may yet stumble onto something

He has.

Oh, they know all about this place.

Luckily for you

they sent me to fetch Scotland Yard

All right. No Scotland Yard. Fine.

No need to panic.

Mm-hm.

I need a good plan. Attack.

Attack with what?

Ah.

MORIARTY:
Clever enough to get us this far

That's no good.

Start packing.

ln spite of this latest piece of foolishness,

you've done your job well.

Your reward will be a quick

and relatively painless departure.

WATSON:
Not so fast Moriarty

Watson.

I've been waiting hours for your arrival...

..Professor.

- Dr Watson, thank God you're here. These...

- Please, my dear.

Ingenious, planting a spy in our midst.

That staged attack at Giles' was quite realistic.

However, a cable to France revealed

a rather unique fact about the real Miss Giles.

Something of an embarrassment

to the Giles family, I should think.

Perhaps you would like to meet

the real Lesley Giles.

Lesley. Lesley.

All right. Back to first plan.

Attack.

Pity you won't be able to share

my greatest triumph,

the forcing of an empire to its knees.

But you will be allowed

to see these two die...before you.

Right.

Don't anybody move.

Otherwise there'll be an impromptu roasting.

Has it occurred to you, Mr. Holmes,

that if you set fire to that money,

you will burn to death yourself?

Er...

Of course it has.

Put out those flames!

MORIARTY:
Damn it to hell!

Don't just stand there!

Moriarty!

Look out!

Get your backs into it. Come on!

I thought you were dead.

You may yet be right.

MORIARTY:
I'm not done with you yet Watson

(Hums Rock Of Ages)

Come on

Come on Put sand on it

Get some water in here

Clear those boxes!

Leave this to me.

There, there, my dear.

We're in a tinderbox in here

LESLEY:
What was that?

(Explosion)

- Come here, you cowards.

- Get clear of the mains.

Professor the gas mains

They could blow in the heat

Keep them pinned down. I'll get the plates.

It's all over now, my pretty one.

You're disappointed, aren't you?

(Explosion)

Hell!

Brilliant!

Watson, why didn't you kill him

when you had the chance?

(Clicks)

Rock of ages, cleft for me

Let me hide myself in thee

(Bang)

Rock of ages...

Go on, hurry up!

Get moving. Come on. Come on, George.

- Let's get out of here.

- The back door!

(Whinnying)

POLICEMAN:
Get your hands up!

It's safe, Professor.

Come on.

This is an escape, not a cakewalk.

Oh, please. Don't wait for me, will you?

Oh!

Oh, mercy me!

Oh, my dear! That must have been so painful.

Hello?

There he is!

You hold them off.

WIGGINS:
Just like I told you

- Oh, my head.

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