Without A Clue Page #8

- It's all right, dear. It's still there.

Dr Watson!

- Ah. Sorry, Mrs. Hudson.

- Come on Watson There's a fire down here

It became necessary for me to stage my death,

so I might work unobserved for a few days.

And I must say,

you've caused quite a bit of grief.

You needn't bother with her.

She's an imposter.

She's not Lesley Giles? Then who is?

I am.

There you have it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you seem to be blocking my exit.

Kindly step aside.

Watson...

..remove these people from the stage.

Locked.

(Sighs)

Ordinarily, I do not bother

with halfwits and buffoons.

Buffoon, is it?

Buffoons, is it?

- He'll be killed.

- I quite doubt it, Mrs. Hudson.

He's in his element now.

I warn you, sir...

..I've killed as many as six men in a week.

Eight, if you count matinees.

The brilliant swordsmanship

of Reginald Kincaid...

..was almost worth the price of admission,

raved the critic of The...

..Cotswold Press.

All right, put your shoulders to it, men.

Let's have it down.

The rest of you, round the back.

Right, my friend!

He really is quite good.

- Follow me.

- Follow him, lads.

MORIARTY:
Trying to be funny eh?

Don't anybody move!

Stay where you are, everyone.

Right.

I have killed before, and I can assure you,

I have absolutely no compunction

about doing so again.

You are not dealing with an amateur,

you know.

Oh, well played.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends.

Holmes, no!

Dr Watson, you're alive.

Astounding observation, inspector.

We must discuss it.

Well done

Oh, hello.

WATSON:
Stop!

Stand back, Watson. I'm about to bring

the world's greatest criminal to justice,

- and nothing's going to stop me.

- Have you forgotten the gas mains?

Aaargh!

More pressure. Come on, boys.

Come on, more pressure.

Pump harder. Come on.

More pressure.

Congratulations, Mr. Holmes.

Her Majesty wishes to offer you

her sincerest appreciation for a job well done.

Oh, and you too, Dr Watson.

Mr. Giles tells me

that you both deciphered the clue.

I doubted if anyone would understand it.

- Child's play.

- Twenty-third Psalm.

Shadow Of Death.

BOTH:
Elementary.

No, no, no, no. No, l...

I was referring to the serial number. 2-3-4.

The address of the theatre. 234 Beacon Street.

Amazing!

- Watson...

- Don't worry, I'll fix it in the story.

The arrests were made

and the rest of the story you know

I don't mean to toot my own horn,

you understand.

Ah, Mr. Holmes. Nice bit of work, this.

But as I was telling Miss Giles,

had it not been for the timely arrival

of Scotland Yard,

I doubt it would have turned out so well.

Of course, I realise

you would never admit such a thing.

On the contrary, lnspector.

Indeed, Holmes was telling me

how indispensable you were.

As a matter of fact, Miss Giles,

it is to Lestrade, and Lestrade alone,

that you owe your deepest gratitude.

Really?

Miss Giles is on the stage, you know.

In Paris.

A revue called Les Femmes Faux.

An actress? What a surprise.

There's more surprises yet to come.

(Laughter)

- Good morning.

- Morning, sir.

Excuse me, sir. Is it true that Moriarty is dead?

Never assume, gentlemen. Never assume.

Mr. Holmes, how did you know

where Moriarty was hiding out?

It was an elementary deduction

based on the clues at hand, I can assure you.

- But how is it that Scotland Yard did not...?

- Perhaps...

Perhaps Scotland Yard

did not have the invaluable assistance,

the keen insight

and the extraordinary patience

of Dr John Watson.

My friend.

Hear, hear! Quite right, man.

Hear, hear!

Now, gentlemen and ladies, I have

an announcement of some consequence.

With the safe return of the plates

to the Royal Mint,

I must inform you that this is my last case.

Oh, no!

Sherlock Holmes is retiring.

Surely not, sir. That cannot be!

- I don't believe it.

- Dr Watson, is it possible?

Of course it's not possible.

Mr. Holmes is merely pulling your leg.

Aren't you, Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes retire when there is

murder and mayhem at every turn?

Already several adventures have begun to take

shape which can be solved by no-one else.

Right, Holmes?

Right you are, Watson.

And so, without further ado...

..I hereby declare this case...

..closed.

(Applause)

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